Empty GardensIt was a wine-petaled pansyEmpty Gardens3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that my mother pruned from the garden box;
it reminded me
that I had blossomed late and wilted.
At fourteen I created pansy petals of my own,
waking up with hot-fisted cramps
and the proof I was a woman.
I was not a rose, perennial,
as I went from blooming monthly
to not at all.
I would rather spend a day
curled up like the fetus I may never carry
than flat on my back wondering
why God allowed worse women than me
to bear children.
Jungle queenJungle queenJungle queen6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
(Woman into tiger)
Lee, we really should be getting back to camp. Mark said anxiously. I know, I know, I just want to see if I can find the source of that sound. I think its a waterfall. She protested. But were already a few hours walking from camp! Mark whined. You complain too much. Lee snapped.
Lee was the leader of an expedition into a Chinese jungle to search for the elusive white tigers. So far their expedition had failed miserably. She was 29 years old with black hair and the deepest black eyes, a very beautiful Chinese lady. She had been sent to Cambridge university and gotten a masters in biology. There was a reason shed been picked to lead here.
Presently, She and Mark, her co-captain, were scouting ahead. Very far ahead. They had two weeks to find something important or else pack up and go home, and Lee was not about to give up her search. But right now, water interested her m
runaway cowgirlRunaway Cowgirlrunaway cowgirl7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By the shadow demon
Walking down a endless highway, Sarah wonder how far she could go when her mother would find her, for a week ago Sarah had great argument with her mother, Sarah always hated when her mother never gave any fun For this Sarah decided to make her suffer by running away.
Now In country where the only thing alive was the cattle in the paddocks next to the highway, turning her attention to the paddock to her left. Sarah did note a road leading away from the highway, she look down the high way to see that it bee miles until she will hit the same road.
If I cut through the paddock, She said out load Ill get their quicker then just going around
Making her mind up, Sarah slowly walks toward to the fence then pause to read a sign on the wire of the fence.
No trespassing it read, those how enter without permission shall be punished
Looking around, Sarah couldnt see anyone only cattle.
becoming part of the stockBecoming part of the stockbecoming part of the stock7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By the shadow demon
(Woman into cow)
Jo as she preferred to be known as, it seemed that every time she heard Joanne she always felt that she was in trouble.
At the age of 17, long hazel brown hair with eyes to match, she was indeed a very beautiful farmers daughter.
Jo always had the idea of taken over her fathers dairy farm, if Drake was still working at that time. Drake was a young farmer in training, her father always gave him a hard time but by the end of every day they always sat down and had a chat. Only being one year older then she was with short dull blonde hair, sky blue eyes with a short but ruff goatee and well built, Jo just loved every time that she saw him but also doubt it that she was too nervous and too shy to even say hi.
One day, her father came up to her.
Listen Jo, Ive got to go to a farmers convention so I wont be here for two weeks so can you take care of house? Her father asks
Ni una sola palabra mas.Ni una sola palabra más,Ni una sola palabra mas.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
detén tu reloj en el tiempo,
e imagina un mundo
un mundo solo para dos,
tu y yo.
Imagíname entre tus brazos
pegada a ti,ser con ser.
Imagina tus labios,
bebiendo de mí.
Yo,te imaginare entre mis piernas,
saciándome de ti.
Imagina, solo unos segundos,
toda una vida empapado en mi.
Ni una sola palabra más...
solo tus cinco sentidos.
La vista para contemplarme,
El gusto para saborearme,
y romperme por dentro de placer.
El tacto para acariciarme,
hasta lo más profundo de mi ser.
El oído para escucharme
y pedirte..otra vez.
El olfato para quedarte,
del olor a MI.
DespiertameEn el lecho de mi camaDespiertame2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
por debajo de la tela
el aliento de tu boca
tu perfume aún lo exhalo
esnifando cada gota derramada.
En un suspiro de tiempo
las cortinas de los ojos
Las palomas de tus manos
Surcan la cumbres,
tocan con sus alas
los picos rosados
de mi piel nevada.
Y los besos de tu labios
el valle de mis caderas,
las siembran de anhelo...
de ansias enajenadas.
La humedad de mi deseo
Como sombras de la noche
nos movemos en las sábanas,
arrugando ,deshelando nuestra cama...
Si algún día vuelves,despiertame...
porque me dormí..,
soñaba que aún estabas.
El arte de la autopromocionEl arte de la autopromocion4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hace poco compré un libro llamado " I had be rather in the studio" (Prefiero quedarme en el estudio) de la autora Alyson Stanfield. Lo compré porque me llamó la atención su slogan "la guía para artistas: no más excusas para la autopromoción" .
Todos los artistas tenemos excusas para no "auto promocionarnos" , algunas de las más frecuentes excusas son : "no tengo tiempo" , "no sé por dónde empezar" , "soy muy introvertido/tímido" , "no tengo dinero" , pero la excusa más frecuente para no salir al mundo es "prefiero quedarme en el estudio / prefiero quedarme en mi casa".
Para que nuestro arte sea conocido tenemos que auto-promocionarnos. Es vital , es fundamental. Y más si quieres sacar dinero de tu arte.
¿Sabe tu vecino que dibujas? Si no , necesitas autopromoción de urgencia. Las primeras personas que necesitas enseñarle que dibujas es tu fam
The Art of Refining ProseThe Art of Refining Prose7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Art of Refining Prose
Many writers dread the editing process. Not only does it delay the showcase of prose, it can seem a tedious and painstaking task. Often, editing is more time-consuming than the initial writing and consequently, it is either ignored altogether or briefly indulged. This is a great shame. Sincere editing not only proves a pleasurable experience but invaluable to prose, as this is a wonderful opportunity to buff, polish and tighten the impact of one's writing.
Some might argue that editing is not only unnecessary, but detrimental to the raw concept of ones inspiration. The answer to this is simple: select a prose that hasnt been edited and compare against one that has. Its soon evident that a well-edited piece is not only easier to read, but communicates the authors ideas with greater clarity. Few Bestsellers hit the shelves having skipped the editing office. And unless the author has behind them years upon years of writi
Poetry Self-Edit ChecklistPoetry Self-Edit Checklist3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Poetry Self-Edit Quick Start Guide and Checklist
The idea behind this is to give newer poets a way to better edit their poetry themselves, without having to rely as much on an external editor. It can be frustrating, especially for new poets to request feedback from a friend, or worse, to post a poem, and have all of the responses be about grammatical errors and other details. We write poetry to convey ideas and emotions, and when something is off technically about the poem it distracts the reader. When a reader is distracted enough to notice an error or other problem it means they might spend the time they might otherwise have spent glowing about your poem to post a comment correcting you instead.
After this introduction is over the checklist will be as brief as possible while retaining its utility. The idea is to serve as an organizational tool and a reminder rather than to educate on effective
Ninjago: The Zane Version Zero TheoryUPDATE: In light of recent events, including the naming of the figure in the original poster, an addendum to this theory has been added.Ninjago: The Zane Version Zero Theory2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Do you think that maybe the reflection in Zane's eye is a robot/cyborg of sorts? It would explain the armor and visor, and why it is that Zane is the one seeing him.
I recieved this interesting comment from Lincelot1 (link to their profile in the description) on my previous theory, concerning Season 4 and the 'Purple Ninja', a commonly theorized person that supposedly will show up in the fourth season.
However, this comment and our back-and-forth responses spawned an even bigger, better, more complete theory - one that relies on no information other than canon and what was offered by the poster LEGO released, shown
My SaraIf anyone survives the world's ending, I only want them to hear the truth. I know, if there is any history after this is over, she will not be remembered fondly. I cannot blame them. They didn't know her as I did.My Sara4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moment we entered the world, we were engaged, tied to one another body and soul. We grew up together on the castle grounds, exploring, laughing, getting into trouble, just as all children do. My Sara had an all-consuming love of science, and of discovering the inner machinery of the world. She would take me through the castle courtyard, and show me the delicate spider-webs covered with dew, and the lacey wings she had plucked from a great fat bumblebee. Finches would build nests in the trees, and my Sara would carefully break open their eggs to examine the stages of the chicks' development. Many people would be pained to destroy innocent life for something as apparently trivial as knowledge for its own sake, but not my Sara. She looked beyond a single, pitiful life in sea
Marengo's HistoryMarengo's History1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Marengo was born to a king in a land called Rosis, the second son of his father but the first one to his mother. Ebenum and Chaleur were his parents’ names, the father being a dark-coated creature with ambition and charisma, a true king in every sense of the word; his mother was more of a silent being, a tender gaze and loving touch for those she deemed worthy of it. She treated him with the care and ardor afforded a young prince in a realm divided by war and conflict. Marengo grew up being taught he had a duty to fulfill to his people, to his kingdom that he would inherit someday. He was taught the value of hard work and giving every creature its chance to shine before laying judgment upon it. He was being preened for a life of splendor and responsibility equally combined, joining his father on patrols and meetings at a very early age.
On one such excursion, the young Marengo happened to catch a glimpse of his father trail off and speak with another stallion, thou
moonhe reads to her, tells her what it was like to be a sailor of the seas on the moon. "don't stop talking," she tells him, dozing off, imagining the seas of zephyr.moon2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
spyglass on the moon a million miles away, the ether shatters by a little girl on her toes, standing on her mattress, clinging to her window above. stain glass eyes in the wake of moon and she breathes as the sea slamming onto the pane, receding and reaching; clouding and clearing. her breaths reach the moon and the moon reaches back with her hands pressed to the girl's eyes.
"one day," she tells the moon, the boy still at her bedside, "you and i will be together."
Virgil's HistoryVirgil's History1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
The Oracle is an immortal creature who has been around since the dawn of time and will not disappear until there is nothing left of anything but ashes and dust. He is wise beyond words and carries the heavy burden on one who has seen it all but never enough. There were once many of his kind, immortals who watched the realm from on high and did not interfere unless called upon. Virgil was a well-respected elder among his kind, gone to for advice and council in times of struggle. He watched eons pass below as the realm of Rosis changed hands from king to kind, withered and flourished over the years, and was ravaged by wars waged by implacable kings and rebels. His kind swore to take no sides, preferring to nurture the land and guard it silently. His kind is tied to the sacredness and purity of Rosis, feeling unnaturally bound to it both body and soul. He did not care for the politics of war, only that the battles and destruction wrought havoc upon the realm he was dedicated
CyberbulliesI know you, but you don't know me.Cyberbullies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know what I've heard, and I know what I've seen.
You're such a slut (at least that's how it'll seem)
I'll spit at you with hatred until you start to bleed.
I know where you've been and I know what you've done.
I know who you are... now let's have some fun.
"Did you hear about that girl?"
"Yeah. She's so disgusting."
I know you, and I know where to call.
I know you, but you don't know me at all.
I'll dial your number, and hey, it's ringing!
I can't wait to hear your cries singing.
"Slut." "Whore." "Freak." "Weirdo." "Loser."
Well, you're all mine now, so where do i start?
I know! I'll start at the back of your heart.
That guy that you like? Well, we'll pretend we're him.
What should we make him say? Oh, where to begin?
"You're so ugly." "Anorexic!" "Do you always look this bad?"
Next day at school, and you didn't show up.
The teacher comes in with a horrible look.
"She killed herself. Last ni
Gourmet Novel RecipeRecipe for Writing a NovelGourmet Novel Recipe2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Serves: 1. If you’re J K Rowling, billions.
- 1 Tin standard cat food
- 1 Laptop/Computer
- 250g cat biscuits
- 5 Pens, various colours.
- 1 stuffed cat toy with bell
- 1 pouch slightly fussier cat food
- 1 sachet gourmet cat food
- 1 bottle of wine, red or white
- 1 Wine glass (Large)
- 1 300g Tin of tuna
Cooking time: 2-5 years
(Preparation time approximately 10-60 minutes depending on condition of desk and computer speed)
1. Clear space on desk. If you do not have respective space for junk, throw on floor. Place paper and pens in clear space.
2. Turn on computer and allow 10 minutes for slow loading time. Add 2-3 sighs as windows update informs to restart computer. Restart computer and allow a further 10 minutes.
3. Once computer is ready, open up new document.
1. Begin with your plot. Open internet to several pages, use pens and paper to mix r
CSS DirectoryMake Your OwnCSS Directory11 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Journal Skin (free)
Full-Sized Gallery Directory
Mini Thumb Gallery
Big Thumb Hover Caption
Embedded Thumb Hover
Journal Skins for Dummies
Decorating Your Profile
Profile Tips and Tricks
Guide to Gallery CSS
Profile Directory Tutorial
Profile Designing with CSS
Characterization and NamesCharacterization and Names4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Characterization and Nomenclature:
What's in a name?
As an author, one of the most important tasks in writing a story is building a character. Every small trait that a writer leaves, builds, and hints at, draws a reader into the story and gives them an image of each character, be it protagonist, antagonist, or miscellaneous extra. However, many writers overlook one of the strongest traits that a character can have: a name. Nomenclature can be one of the most powerful assets that a writer has in their endless battle to build a lifelike character.
The uses of a name
The craft of literature is always at some level a decision-making process. While names need not always be used, there should always be a conscious decision that a writer makes about a name. When making a conscious decision, one must be able to list the benefits that the choice yields: if one names a character "Charles," they should also to some extent be able to explain why th
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dustů
Kids These Days.I don’t have swag.Kids These Days.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have integrity.
I am not a boss.
I am a leader.
I’m not a hipster.
I do what I like.
I do not live only once.
I live every day of my life.
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
SurpriseI am now living with Nick in small flat. We live together since yesterday!Surprise2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I told him, that he musn't ask if he wants to do something dirty. He agreed and went out. When he came back, he told me to take off my panties and take on skirt. I said sure.
He started to hug me and kiss me. He was kissing me for some minutes. Then, he pushed vibrator to my pussy and started it on the fastest mode. I fell on floor and I was only moaning. He smiled and said: ,,Surprise!" The vibrator was huge, it surely made my pussy bigger. It was like 12 inch long, and only 1 inch of it was out of my pussy. 11 inch in my pussy! The vibrator was long and it was really fat. I was only lieing and moaning. Nick laid on me. I think he was going to take it out, but he pushed it all in my pussy! 12 inch in my pussy!!!! I moaned really loud. Luckily, there was secure point, so it couldn't go deeper. Then Nick ripped down my shirt an