The Riddick 'Rule the Dark Fan Art Contest'
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The infamous Riddick has been left for dead on a sun-scorched planet that appears to be lifeless. Soon,
SchizoidI am oddSchizoid4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A misunderstood individual
Discretely and secretly unstable
I am a schizoid
And i will always be isolated
Because i am unfit for friendship
Unfit for any relationship
I am a prisoner of my own personality
Bound by it
To watch the socially adequate
As they frolic and talk among themselves
I am abnormal
Therefore must pay the price
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."Un roti de Cupidon2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son supérieur était encore une f
If OnlyIf OnlyIf Only3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a somewhere over the rainbow
Where me and my dog can go
Pain washed away by the rain , warmth and sunshine remains
A place where love and happiness flows
Tears and fears we'll never know
Flowers of joy always grow
What a dream it would be
Only if it were so ..
Schizoid AvoidanceSchizoid AvoidanceSchizoid Avoidance11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Abandon, reject and hate me
'Cause that's all I've learned to expect
Oppressive social surrealism taunts
Leaving me dissociated and defect
Solitude and musing entice
Thus I walk earth's face loner-wise
Ecstatic pondering analyzing my mind
Introspective truths to find
Fear forcing me to escape
Guilt and shame raging inside
Craving companionship and intimacy
Yet too paranoid to confide
Keeping my precious poker-face
Because an apathetic appearance grants inner pride and grace
People call me a statue with an icy stare
Yet I snort and smirk; I simply don't care
For their ignorance...
25 things to do when you are bored1. Practice laughing EVILY25 things to do when you are bored3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
2. Go on a rampage distroying only things that start with the letter X
3. Invite all the epicist awesomest villens in the world to a teaparty
4. Cry when the ones you fangirl over don't come
5. GLOMP A RANDOM PERSON!
6. Make a list of all the curse words you know (thing five should teach you some knew ones )
7. interogate a stuffed animel
8. Make up your own curse word!
9. REad a book thats in a languige you don't know!
10. Now readi it backwards!
11. Run up to a random person touch them then say "TAG YOUR IT" then start running away to see if they chase you
12. if they chase you play tag with them the whole afternoon repeatedly recuting other random people for your game if they don't repeat step 11 untill someone does
13. Start stalking a random person!
14. GET LOST! (literaly go somewhere and walk around till you are lost!)
15. Have a race with yourself!
16. Perfect your evil laugh
17. Turn on the t.V and put on a show you have never seen put in on mute
a situation in which i do not survivei was a lake whippeda situation in which i do not survive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into a fever pitch, a localised
hurricane in the wake of something
greater. the world was ending
and i dreamt of you while it was
still turning, a mess of bodies and
kisses. i dreamt of you still
when it ended, a slow dance
of crooked smiles and offshore
eyes. you kept me close and if
i was ever a source of happiness
for you, i could let go.
Stab My BackDave entered his room, finding himself being met with the wide smile and cackles of Terezi. "TH3R3 YOU 4R3 COOLK1D!" she said, a mischievous grin on her face. "1'V3 B33N W41T1NG H3R3 FOR 4 WH1L3 NOW. D1D YOU H4PP3N TO M1SPL4C3 SOM3TH1NG P3RH4PS?" She was interrogating him. Normally, Dave would've found the act interesting. However, it was obvious she wasn't even trying to be subtle about what she had done; not to mention that he had something better to do than play this little game. He had a picture to show.Stab My Back3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Striders don't misplace anything." he said, deciding to play along for the moment. "Besides I was out getting some scandalous evidence."
Terezi's grin changed into a look of confusion. "SC4ND4LOUS 3V1D3NC3?" she asked, doing that odd mouth movement that almost looked like a question mark. "3V1D3NC3 OF WH4T?"
Hook, line, and sinker. "Just a photo of two guys getting their cuddle on in that dumb horn pile." he said, taking out the photograph in question with a smirk.
Terezi didn't s
The Music Won't Let Me SleepIt jars meThe Music Won't Let Me Sleep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the fitful terror
of mine own heart
of my hardened soul
as my body moves
without either's permission
I let the melody's quake
keep me awake
though sleep still calls to me
in loving lyrics
I can't let myself believe
else the music may leave me
to dreadful whispers of silence,
I lose myself
amongst the veins
of dulcet flow
and elastic beats of rhythm
mimicking what I once hoped
was a living heart.
Cloaked in another body
of mellifluous hatred and love
I try to conquer my soul
my husk acting the motions
of its siege
a silent cry
with a hand reaching
for a sun seen only
by listening eyes.
I move and listen with my being
offer everything else away,
Signs of Affection"I've been thinking."Signs of Affection5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I mean, um "
"How long've we been dating?"
"It's been like a month "
"One month and twelve days."
"Right, yeah. That's a while."
"So I've been thinking."
"About you know us and things "
"What about us and things?"
"The thing is "
"I mean when are "
"When are ?"
"Don't you want to kiss me?"
"I mean, usually people who uh "
"I mean, usually there's kissing and things "
"Do you want to kiss me?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"I guess I haven't really thought about it."
"Don't you like me?"
"Of course I like you. I'm dating you, aren't I?"
"But you don't want to kiss me?"
"It's not that I don't want to. I just "
"I guess I "
"I guess I just never thought about it."
"I don't know. It just didn't
I Dream of CeresA sci-fi pulp.I Dream of Ceres2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Cerean Anthem blared out of the speakers of the cell’s viewplate. Trandon was awake beforehand, out of habit. He wore sonic-strength ear plugs just so he wouldn’t have to listen to that fucking song. They were proscribed items for that reason and he had paid out the nose to get them, but they were SO worth it. After the jingle came the news. This was worth watching solely because of the buxom newscaster (he had heard that the reporter in the women’s cells was a hunky dude, but he didn’t know for sure). She covered the usual shit; buy Cerean, work hard, brush your fucking teeth so you don’t cost the government a pair of dentures.
The work listings came on and he stopped looking at the woman’s chest and at the numbers that crawled up the side of the screen.
“Due to mishaps in the Level 23 dry-docks,” -people died- “the completion time for the freighter Chalmar Truntz is behind schedule. Ceres Astrowerks is
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Cleverbot: Us being apart any longer.
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User: Would you.
Cleverbot: Would I what?!
User: Would you wrtie me a poem?
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Cleverbot: Do you want to play chess?
User: No I want to hear a poem.
Cleverbot: To me?
User: No to me.
Cleverbot: Are you talking with you? Wow.
Cleverbot: What is it?
User: Your an idiot.
Cleverbot: No i'm not.
User: Yes you are.
Cleverbot: Are you tested positive for regular results.
User: Results for what?
Cleverbot: For this mess.
User: What mess?
Cleverbot: Yes, you.
Cleverbot: Yes, me.
User: Yeah you!
Cleverbot: Why me?
Cleverbot: Would you marry me!?
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Beyond Good and Evil novel 2Jade dug into her thoughts for the years of higher conscious meditation she'd undertaken. Most of the teachings were aimed at relaxation and encouraged its followers to embrace and confront their emotional responses, but there were also lessons for quelling emotions and allowing logic and instinct to guide a disciple's actions when need called for it. Jade directed her thoughts in the way her teachings had instructed and felt energy and strength flowing through her to wash away her fear and concern.Beyond Good and Evil novel 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She felt herself become ready for combat.
Jade snatched a long wooden stick from the ground, one end a burning, spitting ember. The girl rushed the DomZ holding Fehn, braced the stick as an extension of her elbow, and thrashed at the mobile coffin. It took two blows before slithering away. Jade meant to follow, but in those few seconds the other two DomZ had flanked her. She turned to the one on her left, knocking its reaching arms aside with a right and left swing of her makeshift weapon.
SchizoidTrapped in my brain cellSchizoid8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
i'll stay inside forever
never will i go outside
to catch a glimpse of light
Everything i want is here
but i still want more
alone in the huge crowd
i'm one of a kind
Damned for life and without parole
nothing has become my friend
i'm so used to having him around
and there isn't room for anyone
Episodes for All of these AnimesEpisodes for All of these AnimesEpisodes for All of these Animes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Note: This list isn't done yet! I'll continue adding more as I go. I'm putting them in order of the ones I own, the ones I don't own from longest episodes to shortest, and I'll keep adding to it. This list was copied from fanfiction.net, which is why there are other numbers besides the anime's name (the number of stories those animes had at the time I copied the list some time ago).
The Animes I Own:
1. Ouran High School Host Club (17,309)-----26 EPISODES
2. Strawberry Panic! (717)-----26 EPISODES
3. Simoun (109)-----26 EPISODES
4. Girls Bravo (26)-----24 EPISODES
5. Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt/パ... (106)-----14 EPISODES
6. Gravitation (7,759)-----13 EPISODES
7. Elfen Lied (698)-----13 EPISODES
8. Sukisho (296)-----13 EPISODES
9. Gakuen Heaven (125)-----13 EPISODES
10. Loveless (2,687)-----12 EPISODES
11. Princess Princess (194)-----12 EPISODES
12. Please Teacher! (38)-----12 EPISODES
Forbidden Love.Forbidden Love.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All of that is now gone FOREVER.
Are you happy now?
Have you satisfied your hate for me?
I can never talk with him again...
My eyes are swollen, heart is numb, an i grab my chest knowing that this is the end.
The feeling of anger, sorrow and sympathy lurks deep within me.
I was hoping that you would understand...how our love is ment to be...
My heart beats, it bleeds cutting me up inside.
Its torture to live without him by my side...
All I now have is memories...
Replaying over and over again...
My dreams are shattered
and my hope disappears like they never even mattered.
Help...I'm lost in the dark...
Suffering from our two worlds that are so, so apart.
I guess this is is a sign from the heavens above...
This is the new beginning... of our FORBIDDEN LOVE.
MageMage3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blasted blistered roots of trees,
limbs askew in knotted knees,
darkling bark of branches grows-
turning back, my fever flows,
Maudlin madness chills my veins,
wretched reek of death remains -
draws me dreaming to this place,
sallow streams and wallowed waste.
Twisted thoughts begin to creep
into woods where willows weep.
Turning twice I light the flame
no one there to bear my shame.
Burning bright, my sacrifice
beacon blazing in the night
warning all who wander here
that God's truth will cost them dear.
Your parents are artistsI've been looking for the best artist in the world, someone to help me express what you make me feel...Your parents are artists10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my life goes like always, you know, covered of darkness and without going through something to break the monotony.
The sky color reminds me of her eyes, her deep sad eyes, her long and sensuous fingers, her warm tongue of exquisite flavor, her tenderness masquerading as loneliness and melancholy...
It becomes a great joy when falling on your psychotic world, when sink into your hugs and kisses, it becomes an immense joy.
In this way, loneliness, despair and hate lead you to madness.
A man devastated by the tragedy, that feels empty inside, disbelieved and immune to pain.
The hate blurs the feelings, annihilates the reasoning...
I sigh deeply, because I also I become a victim of your beautiful curse.
And in the sweet mornings of the world, your gaze is lost on the path that leads to my death.
That is why I walk with my head down, because that beauty is compared with you, and becau
Grandma“Is there something terribly wrong with me?”Grandma2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I sigh and look up from my book. In the evening light my grandmother stares back at me, utterly unaware that it’s the third time she’s asked in as many minutes. Complex maps of wrinkles frame her wide eyes, each crease charting the grief, joy and laughter of a lifetime she is slowly forgetting. I look at her and I remember the wit and spark that used to punctuate her speech. I remember the way she used to strike up a conversation with anyone, anywhere; how she’d find wonder in the simplicity of everyday life. Her curiosity, her sense of adventure, her love of the world and of all the people in it have been replaced by a child-like fear of the unfamiliar.
I look at my grandmother and behind her old, tired eyes I see a young girl who has lost hold of her mother’s hand in a world full of strangers.
“No, Grandma. There’s nothing wrong with you at all.”
curtains shift –
the faint glow
staggering and struggling01.staggering and struggling6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yesterday, i wrote
your name on a slip of paper
and folded it into an origami star.
it hangs on my bonsai tree
(little trees for big
wishes) as a just-in-case hope
for those times when it feels like
can make me
sometimes, when even stars
and little trees aren't
enough to make me happy, i cut
down the paper stars and pretend
that it is a meteorite shower in my
bedroom, but sometimes that
just makes it worse
because i realize
that shooting stars are actually
we are all just stars that have
forgotten the happy-thoughts that
made us fly,
it's just that some of us are blazing and beautiful
before we burn out. and die.
i can write disorderly words with random indents
and call it "poem", and
people will still say
they like it
because we all know
what it's like to be unhappy
and there is nothing
unhappy people like better
than making people
i can jump over my own leg and
touch my toes if i really try,
but i can't stop being ter
Yaldaboath, You're Fired"Yaldaboath, you're fired."Yaldaboath, You're Fired3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For a moment, the plenipotentiary of God Himself, Creator of Everything Except Used Car Dealerships and Black Holes (the Almighty claims those were just the result of poor multiplication in the Beginning), Yaldaboath, was speechless. He'd done pretty well serving the Creator, going so far as to even turn an Archon into a weasel when the dumbass accidentally brought religion to monkeys on one of the half-finished planets. The foreman of all post-Creation Creation, Yaldaboath figured he'd completed every project perfectly. And then God generated in his office a television with poor reception, showing a depiction of what looked to be a horse with a horn on its head.
"Do you know what this is?"
"That's what that jackass Adam is calling a unicorn. A unicorn--what the hell's a unicorn, Yilly?"
"Well, I dunno."
"I'll tell you what it is. It's what happens when you get so blind-stinking drunk you puke across half the cosmos. There are literally thousands of pl
A Boy, A Tragedy, A New Mother Chapter 4 Bryan eagerly un zipped his suitcase, his skin just itching with excitement that had him shaking all over body. Selena Watched him closely chuckling as she watched her Human Son unzip his carrying case and was just as eager herself wanting to see Bryan's Belongings and Treasures. Bryan finished un zipping the suitcase and threw the opening compartment wide open, and what he saw filled him with excitement and joy. Bryan saw all sorts of his stuff that still were within the case that were messy and tossed around due to the fall from the bridge but most were not barely phased from the crash. The Boys's belongings included a small number of clothes. T-Shirts, Shorts, a Swimsuit, a Towel 5 pairs of Socks and Undergarments inside numerous bags. Bryan Took his clothes out of his case and put them right next to it so he could see what else he had in it. He further continued taking more thingsA Boy, A Tragedy, A New Mother Chapter 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lucent LullabysLucent Lullabys3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm writing for the first time tonight;
When the love is strong,
And the stars are bright.
Writing for the future...
Writing for the past,
Just to see how long it shall last.
A whispering presence
Of company beholds,
Grasping the words and within they mold.
By the gentle strokes of the pen,
Portraying hurt, but no sin.
Resting at Nightmare's Inn.
Waking up to everything, but still wondering why you've been, where you've been.
Fore love has grown,
The mystery ebbs away and the darkness is gone.
Yet passion is extravagant,
Bursting from the roots.
Life is so much sweeter, when you've found the golden loot.
So for the first time tonight
The writing came to me,
But it is all because of thee.
Thy may not write the swiftest words,
Or speak the chosen sentences.
As Influence has minor and master keys.
Confusion must unravel
To see the beauty within;
Of a poets words, Of a blind mans thoughts, together in a den.
Forever this may withhold,
Beginning, Middle, And EndI’ve always been told,Beginning, Middle, And End1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Good stories have a beginning, middle and end,
Not necessarily in that order.
Every time I use to talk to you,
My speech sounded more
Like Morse code.
See, ‘cause small talk to me,
Is the civilian equivalent
Of trying to diffuse a bomb.
THERE IS AN UNDERWIRE…
THERE IS AN UNDERWIRE!
I wrote you letters
You never read.
I think I’m wasting my time.
I’m trying to relight old matches,
As if it will rekindle flames
That have vanished long ago,
Or make a house
Rise from the ashes.
I built you a house,
Made out of our memories.
I hope it can shelter you
In my dream, your silhouette
Tried to engulf me.
I managed to escape,
But I wish it had.
I burned the house down,
You’re a 6 year old girl
I’m a 3rd generations Asian-Canadian
Looking for a place I belong.
I don’t know you.
You don’t know me.