BlackIt began in the quietest hours of the night. Granny was snoring up a storm, her bed creaking with each breath and twitch of her bigness. That's always the first thing I remember, thinking back. She always snored in the same way Pappy revved up the engines of his prized Cadillac. Loud, proud, and never ending.Black2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I s'pose I should start with what happened before hand. Nothing will make sense if I don't. It don't make no sense anyhow, but the story won't be right if I don't start before everything got bad.
So we were in the market, Granny and I. We go every Sunday while my parents and siblings are at praise and worship with most of the rest of the town. We get all the best stuff that way without havin to elbow our way through the hordes of people doin their last minute shoppin for Sunday dinner. Granny always said that the best book couldn't keep her from making Sunday dinner, and no man in the sky gonna keep her from her shoppin.
"Jerry, you got them apples for me?" Grann
What Is A Copyright?What Is A Copyright?8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Copyrights: What Artists Ought To Know
What is a copyright?
n. Abbr. c. or cop.
The legal right granted to an author, composer, playwright, publisher, or distributor to exclusive publication, production, sale, or distribution of a literary, musical, dramatic, or artistic work. " (Dictionary.com)
As the definition states, copyrights exist to assure that the creator of the copyrighted material is the individual who gets to earn the profit from their work, and gives them the legal control over what they created. The control it grants is the right to decide when, where and how the creation is used or published within the United States and other countries.
This means that when you create something such as a Furcadian portrait, or a piece of character art, you initially hold the right to decide what to do with it – upload it to a web space, let a friend use it, stick it on DeviantArt or your own website, or even to sell the piece itself. When uploading the piece to places such as
Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My SoulDon't give me a reason to sell my soul, she should have said.Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My Soul3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, she just stared at the man on the screen in front of her, the man with his long, drooping skin, tired eyes, haggard face and balding head. He was hardly the admiral we had once known. She said "I don't have any desire to do it," and then quickly, "but I'll follow my orders, if you give them to me."
There was fright in her eyes. She gripped the edges of the captain's chair and bit her cheek, fighting off inevitable tears. But not here. She couldn't cry now. People relied on her to be strong. What people she wasn’t sure, but someone, somewhere, surely. She had to believe that.
"Those are your orders," the man said, sinking heavily into his chair. "I trust you'll carry them out."
She snapped off communications with ill-hid despair. Her blonde hair, thin and almost colorless, hung around her face like a fallen halo, fading with every sin. Her lips were tight, her cheeks drawn, and her eyes stared out of bru
Literal Futurist FeministEvery so often, humans make an innovation which changes their world forever. Fire, steel and computers are obvious examples of technological innovations. Equally important to technology are ideas which innovate people socially. Galileo's idea that the earth revolved around the sun or the American Founding Fathers' ideas about how government should be run are among numerous other examples. These ideas, often controversial and even revolutionary for their time, tended to require groups of people or movements to keep such ideas from being destroyed before they could be shared. The feminist movement has been both praised and scorned for their efforts to preserve and share numerous ideas to varying degrees. In particular, in her "Feminist Manifesto," Mina Loy helped to share the idea that gender roles were highly constrictive on both sexes with a rather remarkable insight for how things ultimately turned out.Literal Futurist Feminist2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
According to Loy, traditional gender roles are no longer valid in modern society.
time-spared drawers of dreamsi. someday the sight-starvedtime-spared drawers of dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
will find more than just the moon -
that i promise you.
we've seen all of what happiness
will never be and
like liquid stars in the milky way,
smiles will seep down
into the oceans of your laughter.
never mind what they said
about shady equilibrium;
it's only man's insecurity.
truth is, there is no
no rule, no eyes
watching over you;
just the forgotten remains of the
god that falls on us
every time it rains.
ii. someday, my dear,
those cranes won't just be
an exhibition of folded paper -
and those tears you cry now?
[which you hate so much?]
will leak into my arterial walls
and tell me they only tell stories of ecstasy;
we just have yet to realize.
love, it won't be long
till autumn will not be as forgotten
and between these
multiple shades of grey, will rest
the emptiness within yo[us]
and the broken smiles
of a shattered yesterday.
iii. grieve not, sweet traveler -
our draining journey has just begun.
and though you have been without comfort for s
Against Nature"Mommy!" The call shatters the peace I fumble to carry like a bell in an abandoned cathedral. I can't stop myself from looking for the little girl whose voice pierces my heart.Against Nature1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
I can't find her. The park is full of children - too full. Shrieks bleed with laughter, buried under the heavy pounding near my temples. Children push against me, protesting as I rush by. Heads raise as nearby adults track me with wary eyes. They see a frantic parent seeking her child, but no amount of sympathy inspires them to do more. The sharp tang of fear burns; no matter how quick I am or how many times I search the colorful maze of jungle gyms, I can't find her.
It's faster to work around the crowd but now the trees block my path. Shadows peek from behind sprawling trees, giggling at my misfortune. It's hard to remember if the girl's voice was panicked when she called for me or if I had imagined it. Was I wrong?
A familiar sound stops me. The giggles I hear belong to a wild blonde who waves to me
ButterBreakfast was real oatmealButter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every morning in Taos,
Served at the kitchen table
By the window. Ravens
In the courtyard.
You always put a dab of butter
In my bowl, covered it
So it would melt completely.
we won't bury you The last time we saw Taylor alive, it was behind Melrose Diner on Snyder Avenue at two in the morning. It was a little bit after the rain had stopped; the clouds had disappeared and the moon was already covered by the quiet buildings that lined up on Main Street. There were still puddles on the tarmac, and the streetlights still had some raindrops trailing down their sides. The smell of wet rust and burnt florescence still lingered in the air - the normal fragrance of a night in Philadelphia, after a night of too much to drink and too few fucks to give.we won't bury you2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We had all of our band gear already packed up in the back of Dave's shitty van, except for Taylor's old Ibanez guitar, which he kept in the gig bag that was strapped around his back. He liked to keep it with him after a particularly good show; it was a good-luck charm to him, and we needed all the luck we could get.
School Boys vs Mouse Girls - Episode 1Episode 1: Meteor ShowersSchool Boys vs Mouse Girls - Episode 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Night time has come and the stars were out. For anyone looking up to the sky it was truly a sight to behold. For others, it's the perfect time to move without being seen. In a nearby Aztec temple near Mexico City, the drug cartels have been very busy with their new base of operation. It has become such a hot spot they have decided to make it their stronghold. Normally these group of cartels would have tried to wipe each other out to get the multi-billion dollar treasure that lies inside this temple, but a truce has been made as they caught wind that what they were about to become part of was a civil war.
"Look at that big blue star." one of the grunts casually speaking to friends. Giving a pair of binoculars for a friend to take a look at, he was very surprised himself. "I never saw that star before, what's that 1-800 number where you can pick a star in the sky and name it?" As they started to laugh together, one of them wipes a tear from his eye. "I don't kno
What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...WE WILL MARCH ON.What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
WE WILL CARRY ON.
WE WILL FOREVER SUPPORT THE BAND THAT HAS HELPED US AND MILLIONS LIKE US.
I DON'T CARE.
I HAVE ALREADY SEEN MY LIFE ON THE SCREEEN, AND I ALREADY HATE IT, NO MATTER IF IT STARTED WITH AN ALRIGHT SCENE.
EVERYTHING MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE HAS DONE FOR ME, EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING, I WILL BE THERE.
IF THERE'S NO BAND, I'LL JUST MAKE ONE UP IN MY MIND.
WE WILL BE WITH MCR, EVEN IF THEY'RE GONE.
THEY'LL BE IN MY HEART AND HEAD, NO MATTER WHAT.
I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS A SAD SONG, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A HOSPITAL STAY MY WHOLE LIFE EVER SINCE I FIGURED OUT I HAD THREE TUMORS IN MY RIGHT KNEE.
WHY AM I JUST GOING ALONG WITH THE FLOW OF LYRICS TO DISENCHANTED?
WHY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?
NOTHING WILL MATTER AFTER I'M GONE, BECAUSE MY LIFE WAS WITH THE BAND.
I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING ABOUT SUICIDE OR NOTHING, BUT MY LIFE WAS BASED ON THEM, IT THRIVES FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
WHAT DOES IT STAND F
Chapter IV: ImprisonmentChapter IV: ImprisonmentChapter IV: Imprisonment3 months ago in Horror More Like This
I watched them drag Dobby away into the British prison just below the ground. After our meeting with Churchill, Captain Williams decided to talk to the head of the Brit’s camps, and they decided we were going to stay the night not even a mile away from the minister’s building.
And near where Dobby was.
I couldn’t help but to feel bad. He may have had a reason…but he also killed a man, so I’m torn. I wish I could find the good in me to bail him out, but the words ‘He killed a man, he killed a man, he killed man…’ ring through my head. I’m not sure what I should do- but…
No. Shut up, Brent.
I take a deep breath, and sigh loudly, heading to the tent I share with Declan, what a coincidence. I pull back the flap, and crawl in. “Welcome, young man!” Declan says loudly. “What have I told you about that?” I growl. “You told me nothing about that sir.” He replies, h
IndependentIndependent1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun was headed down towards the horizon, its bright light shining down onto a single road. Forest and trees were alongside the road, a few birds could be seen in the trees; chirping happily and living their lives. The road led into a small town, but before it reached that town, there was a small building next to it.
This building was single story, and had a large front and back yard. Small playground equipment was displayed out in both of them. It seemed like a nice little place, maybe a daycare or something like that. But upon closer inspection, it was not as enjoyable as it had seemed.
It was an old, abandoned building. The paint was faded and coming off, the playground in the front was broken and old, and much of the windows were shattered. A few rodents skittered along, searching for a morsel of food that was not to be found.
However, even in the building’s decrepit state, someone walked towards it. This person was a man, around twenty three years of age. He had slightly
There Stands the GrassDuring my youth, I frequently traveled the world, sightseeing in the most exotic places. Few people can boast about having visited far-off and unheard of lands such as Oman, Kosovo and Swaziland. Traveling and exploring different countries became a passion, one that I enjoyed doing to no end. My reasons for getting such unprecedented joy from seeing the deepest parts of the world are my own, but I can only imagine being anywhere aside from home would give me pleasure. I have visited countries that some men have never even heard of, not even in their wildest dreams, but of all the experiences I’ve had and of all the people I’ve met, there is one event that I will never forget.There Stands the Grass1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was on a guided safari tour in Kenya, in the Hell’s Gate National Park, which received its name from the steep cliffs that opened up like a demon’s jaws. Was I wrong for going there in the first place? Well, no sane person should ever venture to a place called Hell’s Gate. I was wit
Ode to my grocer...The grocery cart had old fruit smashed and dried to its grated floor.Ode to my grocer...2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Someone really ought to hose that off," thought I.
I've had this cart before,
and thought the same thing then.
The parking lot was conspicuously short on cars.
Saturday morning is usually busier.
A corporate megamart has opened
just five minutes from here.
I pushed the cart into my familiar market,
defiantly devoted in the face of change
to my beloved grocer, unpolished, unrefined
and unapologetically human.
The Pinova apples are painted vibrant shades of yellow, pink and red.
Perfect in their imperfection. Better there be scars than a thick polish of wax.
And the voices around me are they from Russia or Ukraine?
Is that Farsi or Arabic? I'm too ignorant to tell, but I love them all.
Alien music wafts through the aisles like invisible fog over a transparent bay.
Languages I don't understand, unique rhythms and instruments, too.
Wait! Is that Alsu singing Inagda? I haven't heard that since I was in Moscow.
Naughty Irish SpiritsPoor Molly Deegan was so very tired. She had done her nightly rituals in a stupor and when her fiery red head hit the pillow, she was gone into dreamland without a stray thought.Naughty Irish Spirits3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her corgi's barks jolted Molly back to wakefulness and this, she couldn't ignore. With a muttered oath, she flung the blankets back and swung her feet over the side of the bed. She cringed at the cold air and grabbed a throw from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around her self. A blue streak of curses trailed along behind her as she stomped into the kitchen to investigate.
She was momentarily shaken out of her foul mood when she saw that the kitchen was undisturbed. She stood in sleepy dumbness until she realized that there was a glow from the garage window.
Walking outside, Molly saw that the garage door was ajar and peering inside, she saw Aedan heaving the last of the broken shards of glass into the recycling bin, the partial logo on the shard revealing that it was one of her college bar glasses.
Such Bitter Hatred...Anger.Such Bitter Hatred...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A steady beat of rising anger.
It was almost as though the primal beat of Zebes' molten heart had fractured, had split, and was slowly but surely making its way up. Devouring all within its path and leaving nothing but fiery caves and volcanic vents; sulphur laden air and a wavering miasma of pure hatred.
Norfair was angry.
And the Hunter did not blame it. She had often wondered if a planet could have emotion. If a compacted ball of rock and mineral floating in its predetermined course around a central star in the dark reaches of space could develop a sort of sentience of its own. Norfair had never been this active, she knew. Not until the Chozo had left. Not until the Pirates had come. Not until the once peaceful twisting maze of alien architecture had been twisted into a technological hotbed of experimentation and abuse. Just as Maridia encompassed Zebes' sadness and Brinstar its abundance of life, still scrabbling for purchase; just as Crateria showcased its desolation and th
RussiaxReaderxHungary Pt. 2Summer had its tolls, which is why the girl was wondering how Ivan never fell with overheating. She was wearing a tank top and shorts, and was still hot. They were walking side by side, him much taller than her. The city was crowded, and almost every one of the civilians was staring right at them.RussiaxReaderxHungary Pt. 21 year ago in Romance More Like This
Taking a deep breath, (Name) turned, walking backwards and smiling up at the Russian. “Ivan~” She sang softly. “What are we going to do today?”
He smiled sweetly at her, making her heart beat wildly. “Well, we go shop together, da? I thought it be nice, just two of us. And, we go see sunflowers.”
Again, that button inside her. Suddenly, she smirked. “Ivan, why don’t you take off that scarf? It’s very hot out here, so there’s no need.” She gently touched one of the ends, fanning herself with it.
“Dorogaya, don’t mess with my scarf.” He leaned down, voice threatening. “I’ll have to punish you.”
I am..I am the girl who has been shunned by all the people she once trusted.I am..4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am the boy who slit his wrists because the pain was too much to bear.
I am the mother who buried her baby after only sixteen years.
I am the father who never could imagine how it felt to watch your child be drained of life.
I am the friend who hung herself after she didn't see the warning signs.
I am the brother who holds his sister tight as she bleeds on the covers.
I am the sister who frantically dials 911 praying they make it in time.
I am the nurse who watches the broken family cling to each other.
I am the teacher who stares at the empty desk everyday trying not to cry.
I am the scout leader who wishes she had known what was going on behind those eyes.
I am the pastor who doesn't know what to say that could possibly help the family.
We are the people who didn't know what you were thinking and now that we do, wish we could turn back time.
SuicideShe was artsy.Suicide4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was odd.
She was a victim of the mob.
No one liked her.
No one cared.
They'd make fun or sit and stare.
She didn't cry.
She didn't fight.
She just let them take her rights.
A month went on,
And then one more.
All of their ridicules, alone she bore.
It all built up,
Until one night.
The "bulb" went off- she saw false light.
She chose her fate,
Then and there.
No one would miss her, since no one cared.
Letter to a former loverI wrote you lettersLetter to a former lover2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of these hollow woods,
perhaps your tongue was tied
or planing out your teeth with supple motion
licking forth a better smile
a brighter future, at least
you never answered or gave word
that you had seen the fog riding
from beneath the trees on grey stallions
or that the woods themselves were
leaning out and giving way and
turning grey, mist breeding
hollow spines on brittle branches.
Male!Belarus x Reader: Just a Nuisance Chp. 4Male!Belarus x Reader: Just a Nuisance Chp. 41 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The new couple walked towards the main building laughing and being completely disgusting. Well, thats the one who was observing this scene in the shadows thought anyway. Thats when he kissed her. Right on the school steps. Thats also when the watcher's heart felt as if someone plunged a knife into his chest, twisting it deeply. He'd finnaly realized what kind of a nuisance this girl was. He slid down onto thr tree nearby and clutched his head. He tried to picture his dear sister, but only her face hung in the back of his mind. Why? Why, should he care? If you were occupied with his sissy big brother, you wouldn't be in the way as much. He'd have more time with Anya. But oh, he aleady knew what this meant. He knew this gut-wrentching feeling well. Nothing mattered to Nikolai anymore. Not his sister. Not his brother. Nothing. But you. And you were his new-found obssession. And he was not going to share.
I laughed as I waved goodbye to Dimitri and made my way to math. It was so
Through the LightThe cancer took Mary on a Friday, just after three in the morning. She was laying in bed, sleeping. I sat in the chair near the window, reading something, I forget now what, trying not to think about the moment, only thinking about the moment. It had just finished raining, and I had the window to the room cracked, the scent of fresh condensation floating in from the garden outside. The air smelled pure and relaxed. It was lovely.Through the Light1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was dozing slightly when the EKG started to beep. It took me several seconds to realize what exactly I was hearing, not that it mattered much. By the time I was out of the chair, the nurse had walked in. She moved down the corridor from the lobby to the room with calm purpose, her steps quick but not rushed. She kept a forced, tiny smile at the corners of her mouth, an expression I’m sure she had used hundreds of times, and nodded to me as I dropped the book. She went straight to the machine and silenced the godawful alarm.
She checked Mary’s pul
Fighting Through WritingI may not be strongFighting Through Writing3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I'm not weak
Words are powerful
Just hear me speak
Who My Heart Belongs To Ch. 1 [ChinaxReaderxJapan]Who My Heart Belongs To Ch. 1 [ChinaxReaderxJapan]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's already a half a year now. Yao planned to go overseas for a year because he wanted to extend his art studies. Kiku, his adopted, younger brother, stayed because he wanted to finish college; it was the same reason for you. You truly missed him, but Kiku was always with you when you felt alone. Strange, Kiku never bothered to stay beside you more often when Yao left.
"_____, aru!" Yao called out to you.
"Oh, Yao-san!" you turned to his call, and he grasped you from behind. "A-Ack!"
"Ai ya! You're so cute when I surprise you, aru!" he nudged his face against yours.
"Y-Yao-san, p-please not here! It's really packed in the train station." You could tell that your face was red as a tomato.
"What? Don't you miss me, aru?"
Yao grasped you tighter. "I was getting a bit worried, so I wanted to make sure you're okay, aru."
"O-Oh! You didn't have to do that! What about your studies?"
"I have two weeks off, so I decided to use my time to visit you, aru."
"That's so sweet of