She Really Doesn't UnderstandShe really doesn’t understand,She Really Doesn't Understand1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you treat her the way you do.
She loved you more than anything,
She thought you loved her too.
She dies a little more each time
She sees you out with her.
She cries herself to sleep at night,
Then dreams that you love her.
You used to tell her she was pretty,
And how you loved her more each day,
Now she’d give anything,
Just to have you there to stay.
You don’t see that she misses you,
Each night the pain gets stronger,
And when she finally talks to you,
She wants it to be longer.
She doesn’t really understand
why she loves you so.
You were her one and only,
She had to watch you just up and go.
She really doesn’t understand,
How you treat her the way you do,
She loved you more than anything,
She thought you loved her too.
Alert LevelsThe English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent terrorist threats and have raised their security level from "Miffed" to "Peeved." Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to "Irritated" or even "A Bit Cross." The English have not been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies all but ran out. Terrorists have been re-categorized from "Tiresome" to a "Bloody Nuisance." The last time the British issued a "Bloody Nuisance" warning level was in 1588 when threatened by the Spanish Armada.Alert Levels4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Scots raised their threat level from "P*ssed Off" to "Let's get the B*stards." They don't have any other levels. This is the reason they have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.
The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror alert level from "Run" to "Hide." The only two higher levels in France are "Collaborate" and "Surrender." The rise was precipitated by a recent fire that destroyed France's white flag fac
Rosario + Vampire: Moka's Strangest Day EverRosario + Vampire: Moka's Strangest Day Ever6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Rosario + Vampire: Moka's Strangest Day Ever (One Shot)
A/N: I had this idea for a one-shot while I had no computer for over 2 months. This is more of a "what if".
Takes place prior to Graduation Day and about one year after the defeat of Fairy Tale.
Original story and idea by Gamera68.
Co-authored with Shadowwolf08 from ff. net.
Complete Beta by Shadowwolf08
* [Prologue ] *
Moka Akashiya was a nervous wreck. In fact, she could hardly breathe!
In just three days' time, she, along with all her friends, would be graduating from Yokai Academy and would be going their separate ways. The reason for her nervousness sat in front of her during homeroom every day for the past three years since they had become friends. Actually, very best friends. The only person who had always been there for her and accepted her for who she was, inside and out.
The one person who had saved her from a fate worse than death on the first day of Freshman Year:
An Unusual New FriendAn Unusual New FriendAn Unusual New Friend3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I have no idea how long I have been running and hiding for, but at least I know it has been awhile. I ducked under a bush, trying to catch my breath and hoping to hide from my pursuer. Did I catch my breath? Sorta, did I throw off my pursuer? No. I could tell by the fast and loud wind that had suddenly picked up from the trees, and shortly, a really loud thumping sound on the ground not too far away from where I was hiding. "Dammit" I cursed under my breath before I got up and ran in the opposite direction.
Possibly by now you would want to know who and what is my pursuer, where I am, who I am, what I am (answering this one right now, I`m human) and why I`m talking to myself and pretending like I`m talking to someone at the same time. First, my pursuer is a dragon....... well a dragoness who happens to be really big, about 40ft tall and 60ft long (well, to me it sounds big), green all over( which I didn`t see her at first until she leapt out from behind, also she
SeasonsBonfires and sulphurSeasons4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smells of cold nights;
In creep Winter’s fingers.
Folks’ hands they hold mugs
Of heartwarming drinks
To ward off the chills
That linger in streets.
Mulled wine for the elders,
Hot cocoa for the youth,
These remedies thaw smiles
from frost-frowns, forsooth .
Snowmen and snowwomen
Spring up from the ground
Little knowing that Spring
Will pull them back down.
Slowly the woolly hats,
Thermals and mittens
Uncover pale faces
Hidden from vision
For so long by Winter
- who’s had his reign –
Tis time for the sun
To Spring life up again.
But not without showers
Nor cold snaps – watch out!
Do not be surprised
For a last wintery bout.
Eventually comes Summer,
Always late and never stays,
Like a young introvert
Too shy for much play.
But while the heat rages
So the barbecues sizzle,
Sunbathers fill beaches,
Melting ice cream dribbles.
Summer burns short and sharp
Though it never was meant:
From her brief spells of hot
Just OnceJust Once...Just Once2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'd like to see a news story or politcal ad where someone isn't using the Bible or 'God's will' to justify their own personal bigotry and intolerance.
I'd like to see a political ad where someone isn't pointing their finger at everyone else, and never ackowledge their own faults.
I'd like to see a political ad where the person speaking actually states why they should win and the others shouldn't, as opposed to the chronic "mud-slinging".
A day should go by without a person becoming another tragic news story revolving around hate crimes, intolerance and fear.
Women aren't crucified for making their own personal choices with thier lives and bodies.
Men aren't crucified for supporting the women who make these personal choices in life.
Children aren't used as leverage in arguments.
Children can be adopted into loving families, gay or straight.
People who lazily live off of welfare need to pass a drug test in order to get their money and stop ripping off tax payers, thus making
BecomingBecoming6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the earthworm emerges from her ear canal, following the blood-slick trail down her cheek, the girl can't help wishing she'd listened to family.
Her body is the feverish rush of tempered steel plunged into icy waters. She doesn't know how long she's been trapped down here for. She bases her concept of time upon the alignment of the sun, the moon. Her eyelids are heavy and even if she could open them, she'd see nothing. The smell of dirt, rich and damp, fills her nostrils. She struggles, but it's in vain. The earth is cocoon-tight around her. She pauses and then alarm shoots through her as swiftly as an arrow.
She can't breathe!
Dirt hits the back of her throat as she gasps suddenly, clogging up her windpipe and making her cough and splutter.
She had to get out of here. She has to get out of here now.
Her left hand is above her head. She squirms, hoping she's not got too far to move, hoping beyond hope that any moment now her fingers are going to crack through the surface, feel
Cute Vampire 1Note-before I start this story, I'd like to point out that for Cute Vampire, I'll be writing it in both Hinata's Perspective as well as Naruto's. Now, for those who had read Chibi Vampire will know a bit more about what will, or may not happen in this story, but for those who hadn't than it'll make it just that much more interesting ^_^ but again, to those who have read the manga please don't leave spoiler comments so it doesn't ruin it for those who hadn't read or seen Chibi Vampire/Karin thank you.Cute Vampire 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was dark cold the only thing that was in this forest, was the sound of someone's deep and heavy breathing. Breathing as if their heart was hurting as if their heart would burst from a kind of pressure that no one could or would ever understand, why that was, no one was for sure.
A young woman walked through the darkened forest, the only light was the full moon in a crimson coloured sky. Why was the sky crimson, no one knew for sure.
LuckyI came back to my house late one night after spending all day playing video games at a friend's house. Tia and I had ourselves an enormous breakfast that morning, and Tia, who's breakfast was far larger than my own, had spent the rest of the day lounging in bed, digesting her deliciously filling breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and all sorts of scrumptious breakfast goodies. I took off my shoes at the door and snuck quietly up the stairs in my socks. I opened my bedroom door slowly and peeked inside. Tia was still asleep on the bed, looking quite comfy with her still full tummy. I crept inside and by the warm, blue glow of the nightlight, put down my things, and changed into my PJs. After that I left to brush my teeth and get a glass of water. When I came back into the room I set the glass down on the nightstand and climbed into bed next to my stuffed, scaly pal. As I was settling down and tucking us inLucky2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Half A LifeI rememberHalf A Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They told me once
That humans were created
With two faces, four arms, four legs,
The gods fearing their power
Separated them, forcing them
To wander the world
Searching for the other side of themselves.
The other part of me.
I did not believe
In that far off time
Before I met you
Before I realised I had only lived half a life
Of the life I would live with you.
Strange to walk the world and not know
What it is that is missing,
To think I did not know every slip and hollow of your body
As intimately as I know my own.
To fuse not just flesh but essence,
As you fill the gaps in me
I fill the gaps of your own.
I am every drop of water that rolls off your chest,
Every shuttered breath,
And sometimes I think
My heart only beats
To reply to the call of your own.
How did I know
That I thought I could go,
Living half a life half alive
Without knowing you.
Vow of the RoachVow of the Roach2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We come into your home just to seek a place that's dry
It gets a little wet when we come from the outside
We only want to eat some of your delicious sugar snacks
And feast upon the filth that you humans have in stacks
We're doing what we're made to do
We're going toward the filth
But damn you humans and the many ways
You come in for the kill
Sometimes we walk, sometimes we fly
What difference does it make?
We have our different methods of getting place to place
As soon as you see us you begin to scream and shout
Sometimes if you're nice enough, you just want us out
But most of the time all you want to do is squash us
With a flip-flop, sneaker, sandal
Fly swatter or goulashes
Then there are those humans who only wish to spray us
And those who put up those hotels, that's a good way to betray us
Then those who are a little off use the soap so we can't breathe
We're already turned over, why can't you let us be?
You flush us down the toilet or throw us in the trash
But we never made a promi
Griffin Rider: A PropositionCaleb ran his hand over Bracken's breastplate, examining its surface carefully as he examined it for damage. The tawny beast in question lay sprawled besides him. The griffin's blue eyes watched Caleb's motions intently, its head turning rapidly to follow even the slightest shift in its rider's body.Griffin Rider: A Proposition2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Bracken's beak lunged forward suddenly, pecking at Caleb as he adjusted the breastplate's straps.
"Here! Off ye great winged git!" Caleb snarled, throwing up his hand and grabbing the griffin by the beat. "The damned thing is loose ya fool, how're ye supposed to protect yer chest if ye've got a loose breast piece eh? Tell me that why dontcha."
The griffin chirped and warbled at him indignantly before settling into a low humming growl that emanated from its thick chest.
"Oh yer just sulking ye great oaf." Caleb replied tersely, rubbing Bracken between his ears affectionately. "It'll be alright, just ye watch."
Bracken chirped again and pulled his head away with a snort, turning back to poke
Republican and ProudYeah I'm a republican,Republican and Proud6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I don't like war.
Sure I'm a conservative,
But who's keeping score?
I support gay marriage,
And I'm also pro choice,
The media lies about us,
But don't we have a voice?
I'll respect your opinion,
If you respect mine.
Im tired of getting flamed all the time!
Dont hate me because Im for McCain,
Dont tell me Im living without a brain.
Im a republican, elephant, conservative,
and it might suprise you to know that
Viral Return 1 - Incubation...Frank had been through so many illnesses and diseases that had passed by so smoothly - or in the legend El Meurta Roja's case, roughly, that Mal had a lot to stand up to! Sure, he was simple enough, born in the abdomen of a mosquito like the rest of his family. One time during a feed, he was still an extremely immature worm nymph, so didn't listen to his mother much. Their father wasn't around, he'd got landed on a different mosquito. But now... Mal was on Frank, the rush of the new blood had accelerated his growth, and now he was a fresh young adult worm, rather than the scrawny teen he had been. Ooh, he was dangerous now! He just had to get to this old codger's legs...Viral Return 1 - Incubation...4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He glanced around, searching for his bearings, purple teeth flashing dangerously - though he wasn't grinning at all. They just poked out over his lower lip. Threating, really. He chuckled darkly, his throat wheezing and the tubes off his shoulders flaring at the openings. You see, he couldn't transmit the way a cell co
Trunk Full of Rings - XenomorphAnother day, another ring, I think as I stare at the pure black ring in hand, rolling my eyes at the lack of help that gives me in guessing the form contained within this ring. No help at all, and Book will undoubtedly give me a cryptic answer, something I don't feel like working out right now. So instead I turn to the mirror upon the wall, before slipping the ring on. Like always, it fits a treat. Then again, what do you except for magic?Trunk Full of Rings - Xenomorph1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
A moment later and the first changes begin. I immediately start losing bodily fat across my body. I mean, I was never exactly obese, but right now I could easily be classed as anorexic. My bodies fat reserves are quickly depleted, and I look at myself in the mirror, wondering if that's it.
As if to answer, I notice my ribs begin to appear more predominate; my ribcage is growing! I realise, but the transformation continues before I can hypothesise why. The rest of my body mimics my ribcage, growing in size as my skin turns jet black in colour, while b
Shadows of WhalesWhat I wanted to say was that I remembered the clouds,Shadows of Whales1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I watched them paint shadows across the ground,
giant birds of prey gliding across the aether - whales,
lost in a different sea, to float
white and pregnant
with all the sounds of things; thundering out
threats of the sky, sounds full of fury
and the disease that catches you off guard
"Open your door. I must come in."
what I wanted to say was that the echoes are the same
that the pulses of sound are just pieces of the original
instead of slightly dimmer copies
every one a herald
of the silence, soon to come.
I wanted to say things that, maybe, you'd listen to -
that sort of alabaster sound that grabs your chin
forces you to look deeply into brimming eyes
and then tear yourself away
one piece less
slightly less whole.
but there are reasons to believe,
tiny imprints in the sand that spin the shape of feet
that glance softly against your shadow
then fade into the ocean
where the whales once were,
before they became the casters of
The Barracks The wind whips across the barren planet's surface. Red tinted earth glows with the light of the neighboring sun. Several long-abandoned barracks bunched together, the same sun's glint soon overpowered by a brighter light.The Barracks1 year ago in Settings More Like This
All out of nowhere, a barrage of heavy blasts of supercharged plasma obliterate the ground around the structures. The serenity of the scene is turned straight to the horrors that the most war-hardened soldiers fear in their dreams.
A blast lands between several of the barracks, uprooting one of the entire buildings and sending it somersaulting through the air. The light from the sun and the explosions glint off of the twisted metal fragment of it's former self, small molten metal bits fly from it before it crashes to the earth.
The blasts draw to a close and the scene reduced to a hellish aftermath of smoke and smoldering wreckage. A desolate place so seemingly pointless for such a concentrated attack.
A good seven or so minutes pass before the sou
RejectionRejectionRejection2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This mess, this entire mess started last year, while I was still in secondary school. All I can say about it is this: "Why do these things always happen to me?" I continued thinking, as I stared at the black dragon lying opposite me, regarding me with those sad eyes, as if he wanted to say the same thing. Dragon. Bah. That idiot was the root of all my problems. If only I could just migrate and leave him behind, but of course, he would just fly after me. Damn creature. This nonsense had been going on since he had hatched, and imprinted me as his damn rider. I had never wanted the job, and that had been no secret from the start. I made it plain that I didn't want him, he was irritating, and the biggest nuisance that I had ever encountered. He knew it, I knew it, and he knew that I knew it. Still the damn creature stuck to me, and refused to put me out of my misery, by leaving.
However, I was the one in the wrong. I was stupid enough to do the wrong thing, and it took an episode
Just Another DayLittle scribblesJust Another Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
notes here and there
all hidden in the margins
things not said
know what others would say
but yet stay another day
and more slip by
how time flies
suddenly the middle is here
nowhere else to go
just another day
as just another bit
of heart slips away
The StorehouseThe cat burglar gripped the outcropping with her thighs as she worked on the high window. She really had to lean on her knife to get through all the old caulk and grout. This old thing must not have been opened in the last 60 years or so.The Storehouse2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As soon as she got through the nasty crust of junk, she got out her lock picks from a pouch on her belt and went to work on the lock. This part was easier. She knew all the tricks for opening old locks, and opening a lock forty feet above the sidewalk just made it more fun. Fifteen seconds of work got the lock open, and then she slowly pried open the window and slipped inside. The window was narrow and didn't open very far, but she was easily slender enough to make it through. She wouldn't have made a very good cat burglar otherwise.
She clung to the rafters and looked out over the massive storehouse, row after row of shelves as far as the eye could see. The place was much bigger than it looked from the outside. It didn't take up too much of the stree
MLP FIM A New Arrival: Part 1 PrologueMLP FIM A New Arrival: Part 1 6 months ago in Settings More Like This
In the San Falamino Desert, a Jack Rabbit hops along. But suddenly a dark cloud appears from above. The rabbit stops and looks around. Just then, a purple vortex begins to open up. The rabbit hops backwards in terror. A large hoof with light purple bulb designs on the front emerges. Then the whole figure emerges from the vortex and casts a shadow over the rabbit blocking the sun. The creature looks bigger than Celestia herself. This creature is named Trigen, he is a Draconic Alicorn. The rabbit retreats from him and hops away as fast as he can. Trigen looks in the distance at the land he has just entered.
Trigen: Equestria will be mine.
He says in a deep and menacing voice.
MLP FIM: A New Arrival Part 1
Meanwhile, on the train track, a train moves along, carrying the main six as the passengers. They are going to visit Cadence and Shining armor at the Crystal Empire.
Twilight: I’m so glad were going to see them. I haven’t seen them since we saved