The TypewriterThe TypewriterThe Typewriter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come quickly! I've gone an' done it!" he shouted. I turned just as he poked his head into the room with a bright smile across his face.
"What did you do?" I asked as I walked towards his study. Chris had said those same words nearly twelve times this week. Every other day he had called me in for some discovery.
I pushed open the door t
Shh.Shh.Shh.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want you to cry.
This is my mistake
I have died.
Forget about me
I am no bird.
No weightless beauty
I find so absurd
Your love for me is strange,
But I cannot deny how loved I felt
To embraced by you
Your love is what I felt
Our hearts in sync
Our breathing the same
You're so sweet
Just a little like poison
You were addictive
I was so gullible.
Now look where we are
All because of your perfection
Your eyes may cry
But I know you're just laughing
So hush my darling
I am not mad at you
This was my mistake
This came of Cat and Mouse
Has finally reached it's bitter end
Look who's left
The greedy mouse
Left empty handed
You took what you could get
And left a champion
The mouse has finally won
But you miss me don't be crazy
You're crying now aren't you?
Editing your writingSo, there are a lot of tutorials for writing; tutorials for character's names, personalities, storylines, and everything else under the sun. Don't get me wrong, some of those tutorials are pure gold. But, and keep in mind I'm no avid tutorial-reader and I haven't read all of them, I have yet to find one about editing. And it's about as important as the actual writing, because what's the writing if you can't read it? So, here I am, making one. If you've already read this far into the introduction, do me and you a favour, and read the rest of it, you might find some of it useful and I won't just be talking in a void. Please?Editing your writing3 years ago in Settings More Like This
View of an Editor
So! You have your piece you're going to edit, haven't you? What's the first step, before you start editing? You have to get in the right frame of mind. Repeat after me! My writing is not perfect. Yeah, that's right. It's not. It won't be even after editing it. Writing can be wonderful, amazing, beautiful, emotional, and brilliant, yes,
Sonnet 4 for my grandmotherSonnet 43 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her flowers, softly pressed against her palm,
have lost their quiet gift of sunlit breath
in lieu of gentle summer's song, this psalm
hushed now by looming mute of living death.
The owl's lonely mating cry rings out
against the fjord today, and still I find
her shorn cloth adorning my clouded route
home. Roughly textured skin of night confined
my skin; however, the small trestles built
from earth to hidden light behind the moon
guide me to her in sleep. Her petals lilt
toward my lap, hold me until the room
becomes a slowing top. They fall the way
she falls. The dark blends calmly into gray.
Complex 57The slick of black, heady oil rolled across the floor, staining the raw surface of the clinic, and the young boy collapsed back into the examination table. He was pale, even for someone who had never seen sunlight, with milky eyes and black spittle hanging from cracked lips.Complex 573 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Of those we've seen, the virus has spread most quickly in this patient." Doctor Ripnar was a tall man who tended to sway when he walked, but had hands as deft and precise as any surgeon and he used them now to steady and restrain the boy. "His blood is turning into the same substance you see at your feet." he continued, "We might have been able to keep him alive long enough to find a cure, but we don't have the resources for everyone."
Adjudicator Lawrence nervously straightened his tie; his pink and sweaty face bulbous with stress. "Everyone?" he asked, "How many have been infected?"
"It's in the air supply, Adjudicator. We're all infected."
The Adjudicator lurched, virulent juices churning in his stomach. He hat
Day 3: Protection- SignificanceWake up… Dress up… Eat… Rehearse… Practice… Performance… Sleep…Day 3: Protection- Significance3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wake up… Dress up… Eat… Rehearse… Practice… Performance… Sleep…
Wake up… Dress up… Eat… Rehearse… Practice… Performance… Sleep…
What was the meaning of life when events occurred in a habitual manner? It had been exciting to discover that I had inherited the family talent, yes, it was a wonderful discovery for me, but I never noticed that twinkle of anxiety in their ruby eyes, nor the sigh of relief when they watched me pick at random notes off the bank of black and white keys with interest and excitement. Back then, I had expected a life of happiness with a blessed family who is known for their musical heritage... It took a decade to finally grasp that life wasn’t as black and white as it seemed.
I lived to please my parents, to make them crac
Sanguine in name onlyangre de cristoSanguine in name only3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bruises things I touch
purples them in spring
when my fire sounds
lilac in fury
it is enough
to push the angry
the fire poppies
into a future sea
NamelessA nameless creature jammed into a nameless space located in an unknowable location was all that stood between Experiment 726 and what he considered to be the Endless Stream of Creation itself. The creature was large and menacing, but seemingly beautiful to behold. Experiment 726 crinkled his eyelids at the creature that stood before him, frustratingly unable to comprehend all but the most simple adjectives about it. And yet… it was as clear as day and cold as night.Nameless3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cold. That was something you could call it, 726 mused. It was one of a very limited number of describing words that he could muster about this impossible place, because no matter how much he looked or analysed anything, nothing seemed to make much sense.
“Why come here?” The nameless creature demanded. “And how? No creature such as yourself should even be capable of getting here.”
“I'm just lucky?” 726 tried. “I honestly don’t know.”
South Park-Blush BlushSouth Park-Blush6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Stan and I were playing some video games in his room as usual. Just another normal day doing nothing really.
"Hey, Kyle, are you hungery?"
"Wanna go grab a bite somewhere?"
"After I beat you again, you just want to leave because I always beat you."
"Psh! I was just asking a nice question, and you have to go all mean."
"hmmm?" Stan had a 'i have no idea what you are talking about' tone in his voice. I beat Stan, again, and we went to get some lunch.
"Alright, bet was you would buy my lunch if I won." I said.
"Geez, I will be broke by the end of summer if I keep making bets like this..."
Hell Can Take YouWhere will you take me?Hell Can Take You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I cannot cry.
where we do no die.
I ache to see your face,
To say one last thing.
I live with everyday.
At my still beating heart.
Like the bottom of the ocean
I'd always get lost
Searching for the words to say
My goodbyes to you
I didn't expect this to end suddenly
You went away that day
And I wish I did too
No matter what you do
Try to remember something
We won't meet again
I am positive of that
Don't get the wrong idea
I never loved your ass
You were there
You always were
A itch that could not be scratched
So enjoy your time
This is the day
I bid your memories
A slow, final farewell
SP - A Serious Case of Cooties CHP 1Chapter One CootiesSP - A Serious Case of Cooties CHP 13 years ago in Humor More Like This
Stan Marsh sat at his dining room table one February morning shuffling through a stack of red, pink, and white construction paper. With a thick pair of child proof scissors, a large bottle of glue, and a jar of silver glitter, Stan set about making a Valentine's Day card for his girlfriend Wendy Testaburger. He cut carefully along the edge of a paper heart, trying to get the shape smooth and curved. Setting down the scissors, he grabbed the bottle of glue and, kneeling in his chair so that he could hold his hands up above his head, Stan drew swirly patterns around the perimeter of the paper heart. When he had finished, he sprinkled the silver glitter, taking care not to let any fall upon his mother's kitchen table. Shaking the heart free of excess sparkles, Stan held the heart up to the light. It shimmered with gloppy drops of glue and smeared glitter, but Stan felt proud anyway. Wendy would love it. She always liked the things Stan made for her.
K2: Breakin These Walls Pt. 1 My feet flew over the ground, faster than they had ever gone before. I turned myK2: Breakin These Walls Pt. 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
head slightly to see if he was following me, thankfully he was just screaming from the
porch. I turned my head back to where I was running.
I skidded to a stop in front of a small house and quickly collapsed in the tiny
front yard. My hands slipped over my face to cover my eyes. Warm trickles of water
rushed down my cheeks as I started to sob uncontrollably. What was I going to do? He
had kicked me out so many times before, I couldn't even count them all, but the beatings...a cold shiver flew up my spine at the thought. The beatings, they had been
a recent outcome to his new obsession with alcohol, partying, and getting home drunk
and angry. The thing was, I didn't even recognize my reflection in the mirror anymore.
My eyes were black and puffy, my lip had a giant gash in it, and well, for the rest of
my body...I can't even describe it without crying more.
I brought my k
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.A Reason to Live3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, but she didn’t think the pain could be any worse than what she was already dealing with.
“Aimée!” The young woman moved her arms in circular motions as she tried to keep her balance. Her mother’s call startled her, and for a brief moment she thought God might be
Lukewarm GeneticsBRASS SECTION, GOLukewarm Genetics3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Out of her trumpet flies a tiny whale, and the trumpeteer stealthily stuffs him into her pocket. She runs away to a dark alley, and carefully places the little whale in a dumpster where hundreds of other miniscule whales reside, swimming in a pool of water.
The mother whale swoops down from the sky and opens her mouth, letting the little whales in. SHRinks and goes through a portal in the blacktop.
In this parallel universe, the sky is the ocean and the ocean is the sky. Little birds swim through the watery sky.
One of the birds lets out the sound of a goat. The sound of a man screaming in horror. He holds the key.
The long legged goats gallop and try to buck the goat-screeching birds.
The bird lets out a screech that turns into a super sonic BOOM.
then the oceansky and skyocean fuse together.
It is now all one: The oceanosphere.
The whales and birds drift in the watery air together.
The whales attack the
Survive the Zombies In the wake of nearly every disaster, fatalities occur long after the event has taken its initial toll. Whether it is a volcano, hurricane, flood, plague or zombie attack, the general pandemonium following a crisis often causes more problems for the survivors than the original disaster. The most threatening aspect of surviving the impending apocalypse is hordes of mindless drones, either in the form of zombies, angry mobs, or the Federal Emergency Management Agency.Survive the Zombies5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Paranoia and suspicion of others are the best ways to avoid being swept up in this deadly pandemonium. As long as quality of life is not part of the issue, staying shut away in an overly sterilized air lock with a lifetime supply of canned food will probably keep you breathing the longest. Of course, if retaining humanity is factored into the equation, your options are far less clear. As social creatures, humans have evolved to react as a group, similar to pods of fish and herds of
Tattooed - South Park x HoNJust when I thought my day couldn't get any worse the dead guy entered the lunch hall. Timmy was sat next to me talking about himself again, so he didn't even acknowledge him. But then again Timmy does have Attention Deficit Disorder so he doesn't really notice much anyway. As soon as I saw the dude I dropped my fork in shock, splattering food over Timmy "TIMMY!!" he scolded in disgust. I paid no attention to the disgruntled boy sat opposite me because I couldn't keep my eyes of the dead person in the cafeteria.Tattooed - South Park x HoN5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As I turned to see if Timmy had seen him yet I let out a sharp, chest rattling cough. Damn it, I mean I get ill like every other week but I've never felt this crappy before! The stranger started towards our table and I felt my heart thump against my ribs in panic, which caused me to let out another loud cough. Ok, so this guy isn't really dead, he's more undead a vampire a fledgling to be exact. His bright sapphire coloured crescent moon outline stood out beauti
You were cold insideYour lips tasted ofYou were cold inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
summer, of warm days and
relaxing by the
pool side and
smiling against the sun.
You should have been too hot,
too sticky, too humid.
You should have
overheated, should have
melted into your bones until
they turned to ashes, but
it never happened.
I suppose I should have
seen it coming, but
I was so moonstruck over
the way you said my name, so
in love with the idea
of love, that I
didn't notice the way
your eyes bled
PoetreeNOTE: The poem should have the shape of a tree. If it looks messy, your monitor is too narrow. Press "Ctrl" and "-" until it fits into your monitor, or follow the link in the author's comments. Thank you!Poetree3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In darkness sweet I dream I sleep; my fate to wait till time is ripe
A tender leaf curled in the seed, an idea that would be freed
I dream of bra
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 49Dead Bite: An Undead Story 49Dead Bite: An Undead Story 492 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jordon saw his leader shut the heavy metal door of the room they lived in inside the warehouse. He barely acknowledged Jordon, who was alone in their home. Jorel was being secretive and quiet…more than he usually was.
As George and Dylan went out every night to feed, Jordon had been coming back, still fearful of using his powers in the deep night. He would’ve thought after almost a decade he would be more used to disintegration techniques, but he preferred small parlor tricks on more awake people to get his fill. And during this time, Jorel had opted to go out even later than the others, but somehow always made it his business to arrive before George got back.
Something was up with him.
“Where’ve you been?” Jordon asked nonchalantly, picking at a deck of cards in his lap. “Any good feeding?”
Jorel was short with him. “It was fine.” He completely ignored the fir
BryceHe always stands very close to people when he speaks to them, staring with those huge golden eyes and leaning in ever so slightly, as if he is craving their touch and the feel of their breath and their hands more than anything. This is the first thing you notice when you meet him, the closeness. You ache, for a reason you don't know, to bridge the gap. To touch him. Your fingers twitch towards him but you keep your hands beside you.Bryce3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you hear him speak, and everything else seems loud and bright and harsh compared to the gentleness of him. His lips are chapped and his big galaxy earrings glitter and his hair stands straight up and his freckles are like kisses, and you think he will sound like all the others and then he speaks; he speaks and something shifts inside you and a little storm begins to crackle and swell inside your chest and suddenly you love him more than anything.
And then he finishes asking you the time, and you tell him, and he walks on.
War TuneWar Tune:War Tune3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've got another beat for all my hard gamers,
Rockin' in 'Bloodfall', rank hall of famer.
Arena top ten, I'm the mage known as Ryda,
Got a femmie avatar; cute little strider.
You better come with me, if you want to live.
I'm roastin' up a storm with the fire that I give.
Meteor crash, I'm the king of all the stunners,
You better think twice if you're the knight or a gunner.
And if you talk big all them haters give you crap;
They cryin' on the field cause I bag 'em in the sack.
I'm sorry that you paid, but I went and broke your back.
Cash shop wings; I'll just rip em in a stack.
Cause even if you shellin' out dough to be the best,
I'm an Asian gamer and that's the fuckin' test!
I click at a rate that'll make you all explode.
Cause I control the lag and the inner matrix code.
And if you tried to ask me, I'd say that its a fact;
I'm Kirigaya Kazuto dressed up in black.
-Unofficial Release by Chen Yuan Wen, 12th April 2013
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 53Dead Bite: An Undead Story 53Dead Bite: An Undead Story 532 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So his lover had come. His EX-lover. Or soon-to-be.
Matt waited for Jorel’s light tap on the door, an almost invisible sensation to him, but his hand was already on the knob. The door swung open to reveal a smiling Italian face, but the grin quickly faded as Jorel realized that Matt was not happy.
The teenager glared at his boyfriend, slamming the door shut and relishing in the action. He knew that Jorel would be pleading on the other side, imploring for an answer to this unexpected greeting. One of the benefits of being deaf was that you didn’t have to listen to bullshit like this. Matt scribbled hurriedly on a piece of paper and slipped it through the mail slot.
Jorel would be reading, [Fuck off. I don’t want to see you ever again.]
Satisfied, the curly-haired boy returned to his bed, throwing his covers up over his head. Although he was the one to break it off, why did his heart hurt so m