Nature morteNature morte2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to paint her
I had already set the background
the cold and warm colors, the surroundings,
the atmosphere, the light,
the soothing feelings,
the sheets on the bed, forever unmade,
a plate of fruits on the nightstand...
but then she left
and all I have now
is a fresh painting
d'une nature morte
with a plate of fruits on the nightstand,
the tortured feelings,
the atmosphere, the dust,
the cold and distant colors, the surroundings,
and her form, imprinted in the sheets on the bed,
Honesty is a CrimeHonesty is a crime.Honesty is a Crime1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell people you're sad,
You're crying out for attention.
Tell people you're angry,
You're a threat to others.
You say you're not afraid of death,
You think you're the shit.
Honesty is a crime.
If you have beliefs,
You're out of your mind.
If you love gore,
You're a sociopath.
If you have a disorder,
Everyone should pity you.
Honesty is a crime.
It's not okay to be sad.
It's unacceptable to be angry.
It's impossible to not fear death.
You can't show emotion
Because you're craving sympathy.
Give me attention,
For I am human,
And I am so very special.
Star Trekkin'They were comfortably settled on the faded, fraying couch, Hanna's laptop whirring in overtime as it processed the most recent Star Trek film, when the paranormal investigator spoke up, after a possibly record-breaking six minutes of quiet.Star Trekkin'5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Toni would have to be Uhura," Hanna stated decidedly, twirling a piece of popcorn in his fingers before opening his mouth as wide as possible and tossing it in. "'Cos like, yanno. She's the only girl and all."
The undead man beside him nodded, studying the embracing couple on the laptop screen with mild interest. Apparently, kissing in a service lift was acceptable for a pair of Starfleet officers, though Hanna hadn't clarified.
"Which I guess means Conrad would be Spock..." Hanna wrinkled his nose at the kiss, apparently curing his distaste with more popcorn as he rummaged in the bowl. "Except he couldn't go a day without showing emotion, HA!" His friend glanced sideways with a quizzical expression, and Hanna's face spread into a huge grin,
Saints of San AxolotlEcho birds are as common as muck, and about the same color. Theyre found only in San Axolotl, where they scurry along the paving stones and under the tables of the street cafes, through trash-clogged back alleys and down the walks of rooftop gardens, looking for scraps and seeds. Once you leave the city, though, the echo bird population tapers off within five miles, and the only specimens anywhere else in the world have glass eyes and are wired to their perches.Saints of San Axolotl6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Echo birds are not mimics. There are all kinds of mimics in the bird kingdom, from the pygmy mynah to the rare and savage Cassowary Macaw, whose repertoire generally consists of the screams and curses of its last unfortunate victim. Mimicry is no longer a particularly impressive trick. Any old parrot, with time and patience, can learn to whistle the national anthem and make obscene comments, or both at the same time.
The echo bird, however, does something quite beyond mimicry. If you encounter an echo bird, all you will s
This TimeThis TimeThis Time7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In this version, we are victims.
The hospital defines death. It smells like iodine and powder, stale hope and blue steel. Just because it's clean now doesn't mean the blood was never here, scalpels poised above bruised and swollen skin. It's here where people die, here where they learn to fear what they cannot control. The air in the hospital is empty; how can you possibly breathe? No wonder they run tubes up your nose and down your throat.
I hate the wires taped to you, inside you. I don't want you to be monitored like this, don't want them staring at you, at us. They see you as a patient, mark you down as just another irresponsible teenage boy. And I'm no one; just a 'friend.' They look at me odd and I know what they're thinking, but I can't say any more. They wouldn't accept it; you never did.
Somewhere far along the hall, people are being b
WC Fic: FloodWC Fic: Flood8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were somewhere around the northern part of Mississippi, camping out before pushing on to their way north when the flash flood came. The rain came so quickly, few of the camping trailers had time to move. Though the flood was minor and came up to your shoulders at its highest, many of the trailers that couldnt be moved in time lay stuck in the muck. It was unclear who was on the islands of camper roofs and who had made it to the muddy banks of the makeshift lake. Somehow, Sid made it to a roof of a truck relatively dry, with Ann and Zebra.
Its not that far, Sid muttered, squatting at the edge of the cab, examining the brown water. The debris floated slowly by which told him it was no current he couldnt walk through. Zebra squinted against the sun, which appeared suddenly like someone late to a party.
Theres Jack Luke Davey Zebra counted heads on the bank which seemed to be paying no attention to the stranded. Animals
JackFrostXReaderJackFrostXReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You bounded out of bed and pressed your face to the cold glass pane of the window peering outside. A huge grin attacked your petite pale face as you saw the blankets of white ice and snowmen that seemed to have appeared just overnight. Winter was by far your favorite season of the year and the feeling of snow between your fingers was just indescribable. You found yourself tracing your finger around the patterns of icicles that had formed on the window.
The voice shook you out of your daydream and you jumped back as your best friend Jamie Bennett appeared in front of your window with a snowball and wooden sled. Even though he was now sixteen he still had the energy of a ten year old.
"Come outside! We're gonna get the gang together and have the first snowball fight for the year!"
Jamie was practically jumping up and down with impatience.
Your bright (e/c) eyes lit up with excitement but then your brutal asthmatic cough kicked in again ri
I was ten years old.Two days after you went to the hospital and died, I walked into your room as I came home from school, and I said hello to it.I was ten years old.3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I told it that I was sorry for its loss.
I told it that it shouldn't worry though because I would keep it nice and water the plants while you were gone.
They were dead pretty damn fast.
Our First Date- Chapter1- APHDisclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Himaruya. I am but a simple fanboy.Our First Date- Chapter1- APH5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warnings: BoyXBoy, Prussia being a perv, language. Standard stuff.
Pairing: GerIta, some Spamano if that's how you interpret Spain's behaviour, but it's not the focus.
During any given World Conference meeting one could expect no less than four full blown fights. At least one from the Balkan states, several from the middle eastern nations, and of course several in any variation between America, England and France. These fights even became a sort of show of power, with big shots stepping in to mediate. Usually, America liked to play 'World Police'.
Germany decided he's give the young country another five minutes to end his argument(s) with Iraq, Afghanistan, Cuba, and France and England. Considering, he needed a swivel chair to face all the people he was arguing with, Germany felt that decision was a bit cruel.
Just a bit.
"Hey, Germany!" Italy, as always, was sitting at his left. Somehow, when Germany wasn't looking, th
make like yellow and slow downThis is a story about octagonsmake like yellow and slow down5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and road rage. Well, actually,
this isn't a story; instead, this
is a to-do list. So complete it.
Paint a stop sign green,
and GO away, one way,
says an arrow on some
other sign not to follow.
Paint this one magenta;
paint that one cerulean.
Transform an entire street
into a Crayola crayon box.
Park in a no parking zone.
Go directly to jail. Escape.
Go three times the speed
limit, dumbass driver. Get
caught. Get a ticket. Get
a life. Give me your ticket,
but tell me it's for a train.
Paint the railroad crossing
sign invisible. Wait for it.
Eat the 't' in train. "Hey,
I'm a weatherman now."
Flash flood alert: drown
yourself. If you survive
the trainwreck, at least.
Locate the nearest crosswalk,
and backflip to the other side.
Please get hit by a bus or car
or truck. Get run over by an
ambulance for the Irony. Die
in the hospital. I could hope.
Reborn -Ch2:Binding CirclesReborn -Ch2:Binding Circles3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
WARNING! Light gore in this chapter. Still under M so I haven't changed the rating yet. Ptolemy nostalgia and a bit of angst.
The human who called himself my keeper studied my new form with strange intensity as I settled down. His ebony eyes always focused and calculating.
I raised an eyebrow slightly puzzled. Ptolemy's face was perfect for that expression. The only difference was that the me under the disguise added a lot more spite and annoyance to it. His face was always gentle. He would never look at someone like this.
Frederik stared a bit more and then he spoke to me again.
"I see. So you've been to Egypt, Bartimaeus?"
I recognized that kind of tone. He was prying.
"You obviously have read about me. So that's a useless question" I replied steadily, battling his stare with my own cold one.
"Only a few things. A small synopsis to be accurate. You go by many silly names and some small accomplishments throughout huma
Male to Female MakeupApplication of Makeup in Order to Make a Masculine Face More FeminineMale to Female Makeup6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
This "tutorial" will focus mainly on the face, touching generally on use of clothing for a "total" appearance. I will try to cover things important for part-time and full-times as well.
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND - where referring to the differences in appearance, this is obviously not going to be truth for all men. Just like the concept of beauty, the difference between male and female has no exact formula that will work for everyone's face.
ALSO : This is not focused towards Drag Queens or outrageous female makeup - this may be a starting point, but Drag is more a fantasy and though there are some general concepts - something you just need to be creative with, not limited to a set of ideas about.
1. Hair. Current culture dictates, women generally have longer hair than men. Cut of hair is extremely important - the cut needs not only to be "feminine" but to flatter your face. You can have your hair (or wig) cut t
America x Reader Ch.2 American WomanAmerica x Reader Ch.2 American Woman2 years ago in Romance More Like This
America x Reader
Chapter 2: American Woman
It seemed like hours passed by from our interesting conversations to one another. He told me stories of when he was younger, and how he always got in trouble for the littlest of things. He kept me entertained by some of his jokes, and some one-liners that he had given to me. Some were a bit corny, but as corny as they were it always managed to have my heart beat faster. He was simply adorable, and charming. I can’t manage to stop smiling at each of his topics that we were conversing to one another. It felt like my mouth was gonna fall off from the amount of smiling I was giving out through the entire night.
“So enough about me and my stupid stories, what about you? I would love to know more about you (Name)…” he leaned up against my shoulder playfully hitting it with his own.
“No, I love hearing your stories though!! I think they’re absolutely funny and interesting Alfred!” I giggled softly, but gave
A Traumatic IncidentJane Farrar stood there before John Mandrake, formidable as ever. John just couldn’t help feeling attracted to her; she was beautiful, and she had a dangerous edge that he loved about her, about the fact that she couldn’t be trusted, yet she was irresistible all the same. If it weren’t for the presence of their dynamic, long-standing rivalry, John liked to imagine that they would be, and should be closer. The situation tended to frustrate him sometimes. That marvellous perfume that she always wore without fail…A Traumatic Incident3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Spill it, Mandrake. I haven’t got all day” she said to him impatiently, her voice as cold and brusque as ever.
John frowned momentarily. There was something different about her today, but he couldn’t tell what it was in the slightest. Nothing was out of the ordinary; she was acting completely like her usual self. John daresay that she was looking even more striking than usual today; the way that dress shaped her figure nicely
DW: Honeymoon PlanetDoctor Who Season 5DW: Honeymoon Planet5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(short conversation, PG, and all)
"Right, well now that's done..." The Doctor said rubbing his hands together and spinning on the spot to face the TARDIS console. "I was thinking maybe you two would like, well, a honeymoon. As it happens," He started turning dials, flicking switches, and generally carrying on in a way no one could ever follow. "I know a planet. A honeymoon planet."
"Of course you do." Amy rolled her eyes, "No, hang on, why do you know that?"
But Rory said, "What, in the future rather than theme parks, resorts, and things they've just got a whole planet devoted to everything? Is there like a museum planet-"
"Actually it's an asteroid." Amy said.
"Or a library planet-" Rory went on.
"Ooo, no. Not anymore. Well it's still there, but you can't get there. Well you can get there, but you'd be devoured by piranhas of the air." The Doctor put in, his
Theoretical Dog GeneticsAs a kid I remember being confused by the logic of dog genetics presented in cartoons. When two dogs had puppies, the boys looked like the dad and the girls looked like the mom. I can only guess that this lack of originality was an attempt to cash in on the new character's resemblance to an older character that had already won people over, but where's the fun in that? Being the animal nerd that I am, I wanted a realistic guide to prevent such blandness.Theoretical Dog Genetics4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
How to use
Much of this has not yet been proven in studies with real dogs, so if you want to learn more about a real dog it is useful to research the specific breed or likely breeds that are in the dog's background.
Each locus is a spot which can hold two possible alleles out of any number present in the whole species. All together the alleles (genotype) give the final appearance (phenotype). To decide the appearance of offspring, give each parent a full list of genes to describe their appearance and "breed" them by randomly sele
Don't Cry, Feliciano...GerItaWARNING: CHARACTER DEATH! HELPS!Don't Cry, Feliciano...GerIta6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He dodged a bullet and ducked behind a wall, breathing hard. All was chaos and confusion; in the mass of blood and bodies, through the screams and explosions, how could he hope to find one petite brunette? But he must. He must make sure that that one, small, innocently aggravating, naïve, silly, pasta-loving fool whom he loved so much was safe. An image rose, unbidden into his head; a thin, broken body, wide, brown, puppy dog eyes staring unseeingly at the bleeding sky He shook his head fiercely to rid himself of the haunting vision; he would not-must not, let that happen.
He had promised himself he would keep Italy safe. He had too. He felt he would die if the boy did. Desperately, the tall blonde dashed back into the fray, firing at enemy soldiers half-heartedly, all the while searching, looking
"GERMANY!" A shrill cry rang through the dying yells and howls all around. Only one voice was like that; only one voice that could make him co
Everything Under the Stars 15Chapter 15: TensionEverything Under the Stars 154 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
© Lady Owl
Heather wrapped a towel around herself before she pressed a button to shut off an opaque force field; it hummed softly as it dispersed and she stepped carefully out of Neelix's shower.
As she began to dry herself off, she noticed her reflection in a large mirror that was placed on the wall. She stared at herself for awhile in thought... and let out a deep sigh...
There was so much on her mind that left her feeling pressured and confused as to what to do. She missed home. Things use to be so simple... Now everything was a confused mess of emotions. She wondered what her parents were doing... what they thought. If they had been able to move on... That thought hurt. She didn't want to feel as though she had been forgotten.. but she knew her family loved her so she felt that she had no reason to think such things, but she also didn't want to think of how much pain they were in, either. Not knowing what had happened to their daughter...
a masochist walked into a barten times.a masochist walked into a bar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
NectarinesI said I preferred peaches,Nectarines8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you wanted a nectarine.
So we brought it back
and you portioned it out
and I found it wasn't better
only different. You went back
to your city, and I held the taste
in my mouth for days.
Curl the knife around the pit;
gently twist the halves apart.
Admire the honey-golden forms
and the rich-veined flesh.
So what did I buy at the grocer's
on St. Benedict's Street? Not
peaches, but smooth nectarines.
It is different in this country,
where pleasures have become
These days I cannot taste
except in memory.
Reborn-ch1 And so we meetReborn-ch1 And so we meet3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sound echoed through the walls and multiplied, shaking everything in it's path. Bright lights, that could make human eyes practically melt, exploded all over the place and a creature of humongous size, full of claws and teeth materialized in the centre of the pentalpha.
I admit this wasn't the best presentation I've done. Obviously I was capable of far more intimidating and sophisticated appearances. My high intelligence could produce many glorious and fearsome forms which quite frequently had made magicians abandon their protection circles and run away, screaming like little girls, wanting to be anywhere but near me. A lethal choice I might add but they did ultimately get their wish. Their location changed really quick and they ended up occupying my stomach.
But then again, I've never felt as utterly, completely, totally and extremely furious and outraged as I felt now! The nerve! The freaking nerve that-I didn't even care who!!- had to summon me! I had
GermanyxItaly - Good EveningGermany x Italy Good EveningGermanyxItaly - Good Evening4 years ago in Settings More Like This
All was quiet on that sunny day in Germany. The birds chirped merrily in the high trees as the evening began to set in, and the open door welcomed a warm breeze into the household of Germany. He sighed contentedly and looked up from his book at the small Italian sat beside him on the couch. For once he was actually being moderately quiet; playing with and stroking Germany's dogs. Italy laughed jovially as they licked his face, contagiously causing Germany to laugh through his large, round nose.
"Ve~" Sighed Italy, ruffling the fur on the dog's head. The dog was relaxed, yet rigid, afraid to move in case the slightest movement caused Italy to stop fussing over him.
"It seems they've grown to like you, Italy." Said Germany, picking his beer up off the table and taking a long gulp.
"Yeah, I was afraid of them at first because they're really big; but they're not that scary once you get to know them." Germany sighed, placing his beer back onto
Augen Auf - GermanxItalyIt's a bit surprising at first when Germany is told to close his eyes and actually obeys, rather grudgingly, the Italian's giggling demands. Despite not having a choice (what with one warm hand being placed briefly over his eyes), Germany decides to humor Feliciano even though his better intentions tell him to, well... not.Augen Auf - GermanxItaly7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Keep them shut, Germany!"
"Why." The way he says it isn't even questioning- it's more of a demand for knowledge.
"Because I said so!"
"Ah..." Germany wasn't entirely sure he should trust Italy's intentions. Feliciano wasn't exactly the most clever person in the world but Germany had been wrong before... however grudgingly he was willing to admit this. Ludwig scowls as Italy removes his hand and dares himself to open one eye- catching a blurred and discolored glimpse of Feliciano's face before his eye is once more covered with a hand. "Italy..."
"Keep your eyes -closed-, Germany!"
"I TOLD you so!" The note in Italy's voice is just a hair above pleadi