Decaying MattersThe arm made a squishy noise when it hit the groundDecaying Matters4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like dropping a boot in mud
And it had lain forlorn until
Noticing the curious lack of weight there,
Its owner had looked down
Picking it up
The student sighed
"That's the second time this week."
Carefully, the blood was cleaned up
Not that there was much
It had ceased to flow many ages ago
Then, raising their good hand,
The student asked to be excused
With a sigh
The teacher asked what was so pressing
That lecture needed to be interrupted?
"Well, sir, an appendage of mine has fallen off."
Rolling his eyes and
In a tone that said
If you must interrupt for such a trivial thing
The teacher dismissed the student
And turned back to the class
Dutifully copying down notes from the board
Walking to the nurse
Arm in hand
The student passed few others
Most who were out
Were safely hidden,
Sucking at each others' faces like leeches on skin
Knocking at the nurse's door
The student entered cautiously
"Can you come back? I'm busy."
Said the nurse
Our DutyWe swallowed the path homeOur Duty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
Combat ZonesHe wakes up in Vietnam every night,Combat Zones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
boot-clad feet trudging over mined ground,
trigger finger numb, back sore,
fatigue drenched from the monsoons,
and he prays to go home to her.
He finds himself next to her every morning,
dark bags under her eyes telling him
his twitching kept her awake again.
At breakfast she throws the dishes
and cries as the china shatters against the wall—
cries that she’s living in a combat zone
with a man who’s battling himself.
"Is there anything more destructive
than war?" she asks, and he looks at her
and says, “Love."
How Does That Make You Feel?I'm sure you remember the "glory days,"How Does That Make You Feel?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you wrote your name in cement,
and carved it into the bark of dead trees.
When you weren't too cold, you blanketed yourself in the snow
and made snow angels,
And when you weren't too hot, you were daring enough to dive into
the deep end, even though so many people had drowned before.
You were strong enough to pull a sleigh full of people,
but weak enough to fall apart when someone else took your place.
Don't you remember?
You always said that fate and love and anything in between was a pile of bullshit,
but secretly, in the wrinkles of your noggin, you believed.
You were childish enough to say that Santa was real,
but mature enough to know that life was a cruel place, and a lot of people were great fiction writers.
You found long nights with the fireflies appealing, and kept them (like your dreams) in a tiny glass jar.
when you realized fate and love really was a pile of bullshit.
When you loved reading the fiction you warned me
Avengers - Loki's redemption - Chapter TenChapter Ten.Avengers - Loki's redemption - Chapter Ten3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Let's get something to eat, Loki," Steve suggested and they entered the kitchen, where Hawkeye and Black Widow had already eaten and were taken aback to see Loki in their midst. Pepper glanced over and poured herself a coffee as the Captain helped Loki to a chair and the Avengers surrounded him.
"Here's the deal Loki. You stay in the Tower. No touching my research and development, no waging war, no inviting other species to Midgard. All of us will be staying here, at least until we know where the rest of the Chitauri are and what they plan to do. No smashing, folding or stapling. All clear?" Tony finished.
"What would I fold?" Loki asked and Hawkeye smirked,
"You'll have to excuse Tony, he thinks sarcasm the highest form of wit." There was general laughter at this, but the Black Widow didn't smile. She was very uneasy about this latest developement.
t.stark@Stark.Enterprises.com to N.firstname.lastname@example.org
Hallwaythis candle is notHallway1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the same kind
the muted presence
of an empty home
The Big PictureI have been a puzzle piece;The Big Picture1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I have been a puzzle missing pieces.
But never in my life
have I been arrogant (or full) enough
to call myself whole.
knees and toeshere is a short list of things i know:knees and toes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cody says he hates David, but he really doesn’t,
i will never wear a coat until the first of November,
i hate myself in the spring,
the sun is 92, 960, 000 miles from earth and i’m pretty sure
that number is rounded to look pretty
or god must be ocd.
it’s a miracle, i’m learning to look you in the eye.
make a wish, make a wish, any wish
i’m plucking out my eyelashes, i’m learning
to give up beauty for a shot at happiness.
i say too much too quickly without getting out
all of the consonants and my speech is craggy
and rocky like an abandoned trail in the Appalachians,
overgrown and the road not taken.
my fingernails are ragged and bitten to the shortest
stub i could stand. i don’t want to hurt you,
i don’t want to hurt myself, my fingernails cannot
hurt you but i can still hurt myself. one day i’ll
be brave enough to leave scratch marks on your skin
in angry red lines, one day i’ll be some
Metroid AnalysisThere are many science fiction games that lurk within the gaming world today. But there will always be one that will have a special place in our hearts. Metroid has sold millions of copies worldwide and made bestselling lists time and again. Yet as popular as these games are, there are still many mysteries and unsolved theories and questions revolving around the series. However, there has been speculation as to the symbolism and depth that lays the groundwork and very basis of the game.Metroid Analysis5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
At the beginning of the game, we notice Samus is dropped off alone on an alien world to fend for herself. She is the only human for miles around in an area grossly inhabited by many forms of vicious foreign life. However, despite this absence of life, most prominently human, we still manage to catch glimpses of various statues and ruins of old temples that litter the godforsaken rock of a planet. Often accompanying these ruins and statues are ancient depictions of some sort of religious context on the w
Full ResolveThe weirdest thing happened to me yesterday.Full Resolve2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So I decided to kill myself, right? At the train tracks. Just throw myself headfirst into a fucking train, fully resolved and ready to meet my maker. Well that was the plan, anyway. And it seemed like a pretty good one since I'd deemed myself insignificant to this apathetic world. But then on the way there I saw this old homeless guy sitting on the side of the street in shaggy clothes, leaning against the side of a pawnshop, and I asked him his name. "Mike," he said. He looked at me like I was crazy. I get why. Who in their right mind talks to homeless folks? I asked him if he liked cheeseburgers and he said yes, so I went inside this fast food restaurant across the street and bought a cheeseburger with the money I stole from my mom and was going to buy my last meal with. I brought it out to him and he started thanking me over and over again like I was some Catholic saint or Jesus himself and I just said “you’re welcome” an
Magical mystery cure - Original alternate endingSome of you may recall that some time ago I posted an alternate ending to the season three finale, Magical Mystery Cure. However, what you probably don't know is that the one you saw was not the original form of that fanfic. As much as I've grown accustomed to having Twilight be an alicorn, I will confess right now that, when it first happened, I felt rather bitter about it, and my original draft for the alternate ending reflected that. However, given all of the hateful anti-alicorn sentiment that was going around the site at the time, I thought about it and decided not to add fuel to the flames.Magical mystery cure - Original alternate ending2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Instead, I decided to re-write the fic, resulting in the more light-hearted and friendly version you all read last time. As for the original, I kept it on file for ages, until finally I decided that, rather than let it continue to gather dust any longer, I'd post it and see how people thought of it in comparison to the version I gave them before.
So here is the original draft of my alternate e
Silencio"¡Pero no dije nada!"Silencio2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
a family portraiti.a family portrait1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my father is an electric guitar.
he spends most of his time displayed on the wall,
shining when the light hits him just so,
hovering in the perfect spot.
he is not new, but neither is he old--
used so rarely, he would gather dust
if he were not kept so pristine.
the only music i’ve ever heard him play is
read off a page of inky black notes,
perfectly following the italicized instructions,
i never understood the words,
but they nestled in my psyche anyway.
i always thought he would be better if the instructions
were tossed away
and he was played instead of displayed,
his strings singing the wordless tune
of a mouth that knew what it would say
if it only had a voice.
my mother is a little black book,
filled cover to cover with tiny, illegible handwriting.
there are notes scribbled in her margins,
lists of wishes both practical and fantastic placed in columns,
some crossed off, some forever untouched.
she has handm
The Edge of Forever“It’s nothing serious, just a few murders.”The Edge of Forever2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
That much should have alarmed me, but the woman I talked to on the dispatch line didn’t give away what should have deterred me. I took the job without question, partly because I needed the money, but mostly because her lack of information had sparked my curiosity. The Federation was notorious for keeping information from the public when things in the galaxy got sour, and I was willing to pucker up to see what was so serious about murders in the heart of the storm. The dispatcher’s memo about total confidentiality made it sweeter.
Travel was difficult the closer you were to the center of the Milky Way, but it wasn’t impossible. You just needed the right kind of ship, one that could escape the pull of so many stars and the black hole we all knew was there. There were still crazy bastards who wanted to study the radio waves, so the Sagittarius Station was constructed to sat
Bitlets 75Just when I thoughtBitlets 751 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
playing with girls was safe,
horseplay became foreplay.
Monday Morning (I Know)It was mentioned casuallyMonday Morning (I Know)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the breakfast table:
“A boy from school
committed suicide last night.
Did you know him?”
I know the way
the night sky wrapped itself
around his shoulders
and ripped itself away,
and how to him, light-years
were a measure of time
and not of distance.
I know that darkness
was darker for him,
and that light was
always too bright.
I know that smiling was painful
in all seventeen muscles,
and that it was a relief
I know that he carried
the depression on his shoulders,
and that he spent half the day
hiding it away from everyone,
and the other half
wishing somebody would notice.
I know that he was the best actor,
and that everyone believed
that his eyes sparkled from happiness
and not from tears.
I know that he was so good,
he never had to lie and say
“I’m fine,” because
nobody ever asked.
I also know that today, the halls
will echo with silence
and the occasional small cry,
courtesy of the people
who never really knew hi
Cry for MeThe Balsynthian (great be it within them) discovered very early on that conquering the world was not all it was cracked up to be. Traveling was a pain. The weather could quite often be a pain. And not knowing what to do with all those prisoners of war was an almost royal pain. So, the Balsynthian, like every great civilization, decided that a decision had to be reached. Soon.Cry for Me2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, relatively soon, they decided to keep on traveling and keep on praying to the weather. And, an insignificantly shorter time later, they decided that all prisoners of war should be executed. Regretfully, it took them a couple of years to figure out that this decree meant they were sending their very own Balsynthian soldiers to the gallows when they recaptured their captured.
Nevertheless, their system worked flawlessly. Mostly. The only important thing they neglected to consider was public sentiment. Apparently the Balsynthian citizens still held a conscience. Killing all those prisoners was supposedly “u
Of death and rubber ducksThat’s it. I've just witnessed the stupidest death ever.Of death and rubber ducks2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Imagine you’re walking on the edge of a swimming pool, early one freezing morning – because you work there, that is, not because you want to take a dip – you just walk and then suddenly, you step on a squeaky device that causes you to slip forward and bang your head on the diving board.
And the last image you see is that of an abandoned rubber duck.
You know what the worst part is? I hate swimming pools, I hate chlorinated water, and above all, I hate diving boards. I only work, I mean, worked, in the swimming pool because it was the sole job I could find without a degree. Simple and brilliant. The irony is I've always wanted to become a marine biologist.
Well. You could argue my job gave me the opportunity to study mycoses and other underrated forms of life that colonise the swimmers’ feet.
Anyway. At least now I will be remembered as the young man killed by a rubber duck. Fantastic. I’
Dysania9.22.13Dysania1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know that today you didn't feel like getting up.
You thought the light from the window
looked a little less harsh from your pillow,
felt like gravity was stronger than most days,
thought that if it was any stronger,
it would swallow you whole.
I know you almost didn't get out of bed today.
I know you almost didn't pick up the razor today.
You almost didn't care enough to mark your losses,
to tally your skin with ritualistic conviction.
You almost didn't make that sacrifice,
but sometimes the voice that says
"atone" is the loudest one.
But know this-
Your body has been met with the force of gravity every day,
and has still managed to stand up right.
Your heart loves you more than you do,
it is stronger than diamonds,
every time you thought it had shattered,
that surely it would stop this time,
it kept going.
Your veins are tree roots,
and no matter how much you try to dig them up,
they keep you firmly planted.
They are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
No one else has the sa
Bitlets 243A thorn by any other nameBitlets 2433 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
still breaks the skin.
PhysicsYou always loved your calculations.Physics2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It is positively evident," you declared, "that the universe is made of minuscular, vibrating strings."
So, E's, and A's, D's, and G's whirring about inconspicuously are what create the framework of those chocolate eyes?
I never could quite comprehend everything.
When I six, and going through that obnoxious stage where kids need constant self-assurance, I asked you if we'd be friends forever. I remember we were making paper handcuff chains. We were playing Pretend Prisoners.
You took your fresh, safety-scissors quality-cut strip of paper and folded it and taped it. It looked like a halo.
You pushed it across the craft table towards me.
Perplexed, maybe it was my frown that cued you to translate your logic.
"It's a Möbius Strip," you claimed. "If we were as small as ants, and walked along it forever, we walk both sides without touching any boundaries. That is our friendship."
One day, we were eating Chinese takeout together at one of your messy g
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 writing2 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,
The weight of a secrether secret is heavy to wearThe weight of a secret2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, she wants to scream
disgust, shame, sorrow
her secret is toxic
her body is contaminated by a feeling of guilt
her secret is a spider's Web
one thing that has devastated her teens
how could she forgotten?
If nobody is listening of her pain