AT - Share The BurdenThe last of the sun's rays had just disappeared in the horizon, leaving Toby alone in the dark. He kicked at a small pebble with his metal foot and sent it flying away from where he sat on the curb. For the last few hours he had sat in this exact spot as he watched the sunset and tried to wrap his head around what was going on with Baylee.AT - Share The Burden2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For five years, him and Baylee had been together. They had been through various ups and downs during that time, and Toby had become confident that nothing could tear them apart. Recently, however, Baylee had been distant with him. It had been small things at first. Canceling a date night here or there, wanting to be alone in order to study for her medical degree - things that he could understand. Soon she started to spend time away from him more and more, hardly talking with him even when he did manage to get her to himself for a bit. It felt as though they were falling apart.
Earlier today he had decided to see exactly what it was that was taking up
Gay Marriage speechGay Marriage speechGay Marriage speech2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
In today’s society, Gay Marriage legalization has been quite a heavy and common topic. People aren’t exactly calling it ‘dinner conversation’, but it is still brought up often enough, that it has now turned into a political debate all over the world.
Though, there is a fifty-fifty side; One half, against Gay Marriage and the other, 100% for it. So, what do we do to make everyone happy? Well, to be honest, that’s impossible.
In various countries such as Argentina, Belgium, Canada, Spain, England and other various countries have legalized it; and other countries such as Australia, Finland, New Zealand, Ireland and Germany are going through the process of legalizing the matter.
In this information we can see that the topic Is slowly going around to be legalized, and hopefully soon it will even come to terms that is to be legal all over the world... well, in most places anyway.
When saying most, it mean th
The Riddles of the Sea Sphinx“… And that is how I defeated the dreaded Panda Reznor and saved the city of Weintrubble!” declared Archibald proudly in his beloved boat, the S.S. Mollusc, as i drifted lazily near the beach. He had just finished another one of his “legendary adventures” from his days as a “famed sea dog”. In front of him was Danny (trying hard to stay awake), Bazil (who didn’t bother to stay awake), Leon (who was twiddling his thumbs), Angi (busy playing Angry Pidgeys on her phone), Heath (snoring logs alongside Bazil), Patrick (who managed to look both bored and furious), and Agatha (the only one paying rapt attention to Archibald).The Riddles of the Sea Sphinx10 months ago in Humor More Like This
Agatha clapped energetically, waking up Bazil and Heath. “SNORT. Wha happen? Did something exciting happen?” said Bazil quicky, “Nope” replied Angi as she completed another level. Patrick stood up and glared at Archibald “What sort of fairy tale was that?! It makes Super Luigi look like a bests
The Last Pretty Doll, My Pretty DollThe Last Pretty Doll, My Pretty Doll3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Poslednii dovol'no kukla, moya krasavitsa kukla. Malen'kaya kukla, raznosherstnoe, moya yedinstvennaya kukla." The man, with medium-length to long flaxen hair, heterochromic eyes, one lavender and one black, and casually plain clothes, crooned in fluent Russian, stroking the woman's golden hair longingly from behind her. The two were in an empty stone basement with the exception of the back corner. A pile seemed to be back there, but it was too undistinguishable to be able to tell what it could have possible been. A looming shadow emanated from it nevertheless.
The woman's head rolled back as her eyelids fell open, revealing cloudy, yet still vivid, turquoise eyes. She was strapped to a chair crudely; ropes bound her torso to the back in an X like pattern, her arms to its arms, and her legs to its front legs. She didn't seem to care though for some strange reason since she didn't fight it, nor move in any way. Not even the sepia colored sundress she was wearing fluttered around.
confess, like there's blood pouring out your mouthfear is licking at thisconfess, like there's blood pouring out your mouth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
cobwebbed mind & i
feel cinematic; like a
i'll write myself into a
& outline cinder bones
to match - ingenue,
you are an esoteric's
nightscape & i, your
morning's fever burns.
The Syn's DemiseThe Syn's demiseThe Syn's Demise3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were great friends, the sins were. Pride, Lust, Wrath, Envy, Greed, Gluttony, and even Sloth all cared for one another, so some extent. They had their moments of infighting, but all-in-all, it was peaceful in the days of the originals.
Under the original Lucifer's rein, the Underworld was in a state of organized suffering. All demons were in their place, and all souls were being punished accordingly.
All it took to end it all was one, small comment. And the truth at that.
Lucifer had been becoming crueler over the years. Sending more demons and Syn's to their deaths for meaningless reasons, and tearing apart relations with the Middle and Above worlds, without explanation. And no one knew why. Truthfully, no one ever would.
It was during a meeting that the beginning of the end started. Lucifer, and his right hand, Pride, were meeting with a battalion of foot soldier to explain their orders in place of the general, Wrath, who was busy.
As been his practice lately, h
these bitter kids have sharper hipsoh, i am aching to pry apart this skull &these bitter kids have sharper hips11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
meet the ghosts thumping at its insides.
i'm just pining for a rib cage like a
funeral pyre or a staircase;
i want to bloom from these
bitter bones & waste -
(until i'm the corpse
sleeping in the casket)
the kids have never cared too much for breathinghe wrote memento mori in the fleshthe kids have never cared too much for breathing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
between his ribs, growing ivy 'round the
rotting of his lungs. oh, that satyr boy
was more narcoleptic than dystopian. with
menthol bones, he was infected & festering -
(you cannot dwell in a wasteland head forever, vagabond).
Germancest: For The Love Of A Brother [Chapter 4]Germancest: For The Love Of A Brother [Chapter 4]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Fader Jakob, Fader Jakob,
Sover du? Sover du?
Hører du ei klokken? Hører du ei klokken?
Ding dang dong, ding dang dong." The fair-haired boy sung melodiously, hitting each note with hypnotic precision.
"Fader Jakob, Fader Jakob,
Sover du? Sover du?
Hører du ei klokken? Hører du ei klokken?
Ding dang dong, ding dang dong." He sung in the same hypnotic voice, but a pitch higher.
Once more he sung, in the same voice as the preceding times, but, like before, in a higher pitch. It was loud enough to be heard through insulated walls in fact. "Fader Jakob, Fader Jakob,
Sover du? Sover du?
Hører du ei klokken? Hører du e--"
Just then another boy, this one about five years old and a near replica of the other, came out, dragging a white, stuffed toy owl alongside him. The other boy, who was singing, seemed to not even notice, let alone care, and just kept on.
Ding dang dong, ding dang dong."
A chill crept down Ludwig's spine, daring him to run away, b
like demigod preachers for the already damnedthese scapegallow cynics &like demigod preachers for the already damned1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
stygian sermon speakers -
they're all histrionics & sinners,
they're all purgatory dwellers
oh, hades, are you supernova dreamers?
'cause the poets are all dead-end kids.
Little Things - Johndave DrabbleYou love him to death, you adore him.The way he calls your name with arousal in his voice, the way he gives you kisses everywhere on your face, how much attention the both of you give to each other. You press your lips against his neck, and you love the little sounds he makes when you suck on the soft flesh. Your mouth moves onto his collar bones, he calls out your name masked with arousal. “Dave...!” you hear him gasp. You love it, you want to shower him with kisses and show him how much you love him.Little Things - Johndave Drabble2 years ago in Romance More Like This
like the only thing we have to fear is breathingI.like the only thing we have to fear is breathing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'll be licking at these
hearth wounds 'til i'm
coughing up blood.
now stop me if you've
heard this one before -
oh, i wanna be a car crash
six o'clock news story &
wouldn't you just
i called miss misery up last night; she said
kid, i've got big plans for you
if you ever want outta that head
Germancest: For The Love Of A Brother [Chapter I]Germancest: For The Love Of A Brother [Chapter I]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"B...Bruder?" A younger, sickly Gilbert asked as he slowly lied down onto their bed. "Gute Nacht..." He angled his face away to cough hoarsely a few times before facing him again.
Ludwig, also a child, turned over toward him underneath the same covers, "Gute Nacht." Their emerald sleeves gathered around their wrists and their hands intertwined as they both drifted into a deep slumber, leaving both of them to their own separate dreams.
Gilbert opened his eyes expecting the sizzles and aromas of bacon and eggs to be practically smothering the house like most Saturdays mornings, but it wasn't. In fact there wasn't any food cooking on the stove at all. Gilbert tugged on Ludwig's hand to wake him up, he was still loosely holding onto it from last night, yet he still didn't. He pushed himself up to keep balanced and kneeled on the bed.
A subtly sicklier sound came from his throat, causing him to wipe off his mouth with his sleeve. He shook Ludwig's shoulder gently, "Bruder, geht es dir gut?"
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
the writers were ice-pick lobotomistswe made a temple out ofthe writers were ice-pick lobotomists1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
layered bones - fit them
together with grey matter.
poet kids, we were waning,
wasting, rotting out our
teeth. heavy hangmen
hammered nails into our
skulls; we were scrawling
leaves greedy teeth tasting selenicyou may be a corpse-reaperleaves greedy teeth tasting selenic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but even gods will decompose &
what's dysphoric transit
without cyanosis bones?
speak like you are a god -I.speak like you are a god -1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with these vorticose veins
i am withering, a nightwalker
amongst young phantoms
the hangman in my head doesn't sleep;
he doesn't bat an eye
Birthday present for Kira.This is a fic about my (least) favorite continuty! Twilight! Happy birthday, Kira! This is for you!Birthday present for Kira.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a place named Forks, and it was the most sue-iest place ever! A mary sue named Bella Swan lived there with her sparklepire boyfriend, who was a gary stu. They were the happiest sue couple ever! One day a stranger came into town, a dark scary man by the name of Kiba "Howl" Aramaki! He was not a gary stu in any way, shape, or form. He was tall, with black hair. He also had one gold eye and one gray eye, and was a schizophrenic wolf demon. One day, Bella saw Howl in the cemetary, and went over to him.
"Like, hi! I'm a special and unique snowflake, and you're a guy so you have to-" she never got to finish her sentence because Howl blew her head off with Chimera and chopped her up with Shinihoeru. He then put her in a meat grinder and ate her on toast with his morning coffee and waffles. The next day Edward the sparklepire came looking for Howl.
"You, like, killed my special and uni
i speak too fast for necromancya cigar-store solipsisti speak too fast for necromancy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
stuffing towels in doorways,
i was crowned prince asphyxia;
oh, do not fall in love with
dead boys - you can't make
martyrs out of suicide drones.
blowing my teeth out the back of my skullI.blowing my teeth out the back of my skull1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are hynagogic wasteland words, unraveling
corpses clutching at bruised throats - white gasoline
and when your skin heals, i hope i've permeated your bones
( i will never be rid of you ).
lattice bonesseafarer, you arelattice bones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
vorticose & valeric;
you are an odyssey & i
am always sinking
i've found the gold
we have always been matchmakers (rigor-mortis)a twenty-seventh nightmarewe have always been matchmakers (rigor-mortis)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is swelling up in my lungs -
oh, plath & i are pecking
at sarcophagi; we're burning
crematory skeletons & making
matches from the voices that
used to be our madness.
writers filter out their lungs with lighter fluida briny blackthorn boy, iwriters filter out their lungs with lighter fluid1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
am rotting, reinfected -
a skeleton's blooming from
underneath my skin; she's
between my collar bones,
she's inside my jaw, she -
she is vile, the way all necromancers are
(but god, am i envious).
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,specter boys have always looked best sinking10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.