Just a Fashion?Emo. We've heard this term for years. I don't exactly remember when it actually started, but I didn't personally hear of it until my sophomore year. All we had was punk and gothic, but now gothic and emo are completely confused with each other. And now I'm ashamed whenever people accuse ME of being emo because they don't know the difference. Not even Southpark knows the difference.
The problem is, emo is associated with "emotion," but a depressed emotion at that. When people think of emo, they think swoopy haircut colored black, black clothing with occasional stripes, plaid, checkers, etc., hate for the sunlight, hating EVERYTHING, and writing depressing poems... oh, and cutting yourself! This is the problem...
There are people who do all these things that are not emo. I knew a very popular girl in 8th grade, Courtnie (yes, with an i), and she confided in me that she cut herself too, showing me her marks. Mind you, this was your stereotypical preppy ditz that was pretty much better tha
My Last RideI've looked forward to this day since the ride opened. I've always loved roller coasters, but I'm afraid of heights, so I never went on the ones with loops. I slowly started riding bigger coasters and... well, when this opened, I knew it was time.My Last Ride2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the biggest roller coaster in the world, and this is the only park it's been built at. I had to travel from the United States to the United Kingdom, and it took all my life savings, but... I won't be needing that money anymore. I told myself I'd ride this coaster without second thought, no matter what the cost.
It's not for everybody. In fact, many are horrified by it. Hell, when I saw the scale model of it, my heart leapt into my throat and was struck by excitement and fear. I never thought it'd be built in my lifetime... it's time to face many things; my fear of heights, my fear of loops, and most of all... it's time to face death.
The Euthanasia Coaster begins with a 1600 top, and the ride up is extremely steep. It's so steep, you'd f
UtopiaI could be executed for writing this. Hell, they'd probably throw me in prison just for catching me with a pen and paper. But I have to get this down... I know it's only a matter of time before they realize that I'm a free thinker... and then they'll make sure I never existed.Utopia2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Ten years ago, the entire world changed. They had been building up to this point, and they were incredibly successful. I saw it comiand I tried my best to tell people that this isn't how we want to live. We don't want to be controlled... but they were already brainwashed.
The government showed their true colors. Libraries and theatres were torn down, artwork and historical artifacts were burned to ashes, and the world's most renowned musicians were gunned down like animals. Oh yea... the animals... you'd be lucky to even find a picture of one, let alone a real one.
Anyone caught with any sort of art, music, unorthodox clothing, stuffed animals, books, religious practice... anything that made someone individual...
The Suicide PhotographerI am a photographer.The Suicide Photographer2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
People hate my work. You may ask why, but when you see my shots, you'll understand. My work is very controversial. I am sadly proud of my photos, for I may be the only one who's adopted this style.
I capture photos of suicide.
No matter where I go, I carry my camera with me, ready to shoot anything that may happen. There's surprisingly a lot of suicides in this city and the next city over. I've gotten beautiful shots.
The most common ones are those of people jumping from buildings. Of course, there's usually a crowd of people pleading for the person to come down, so I know right away what I am about to get. I stand to get a good perspective, hold up my camera, and snap the photo right as the person plunges to their demise. I take a couple one after the other so I make sure to get the perfect shot. People surrounding me shout at me and call me heartless.
On the contrary, I am more caring than them. That person wanted to end their life, so they had a perfect reason t
A Best FriendA good friend will be there for you when you cry.A Best Friend2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A best friend will be there crying with you.
A good friend will keep your secret if you murder someone.
A best friend will have been your accomplice.
A good friend will let you commit suicide.
A best friend will be holding your hand as they jump in front of a train with you.
A good friend will mourn for you if you die before them.
A best friend will follow you.
A good friend will be at your execution to say goodbye.
A best friend will be in a second electric chair right next to you.
A good friend will say it's not a good idea to throw that explosive into the powerplant that's destroying natural habitat.
A best friend will count down to three, giving you the signal to throw it.
A good friend will ignore the fact that you kidnapped someone to torture.
A best friend will provide the chloroform.
A good friend will yell at your ex for breaking up with you.
A best friend will murder them
Remember when I Died?Remember when I died? No, probably not. As you stood there laughing in my face, pushing and shoving me, telling me everything that was wrong with me... I fell. I fell hard. I've fallen before, but when I fall that hard...Remember when I Died?2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I wasn't me anymore.
Breaking down and crying, your laughter increased, and you called upon others to join you. It's fun to see someone cry, fun to see their world being torn apart, fun to have nothing more to live fo--
Where did that knife come from? Was I carrying it around with me? Did you have it? Who knows... I don't remember. But it's on you. My blood is on your hands.
But you're happy now. You're happy I'm gone. You're all happy I'm gone. I'm just sad I didn't get a chance to write my suicide letter. Hmm, you'd probably laugh at that too. Because I'm so funny. Because my pain is so funny. Because my death is so funny.
What about my friends? Are they sad I'm gone? Of course not. No one can be trusted. Everyone will betray their most loyal friends. People
Hell is HeavenI died a week ago. My house caught on fire due to a gas leak, and I unfortunately didn't make it. My family is devastated, but they're always praying to God that I'm happy. Well, they've got it half right.Hell is Heaven2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't know what Heaven is like because... well, I didn't end up there. Frankly, everything is a sin, so in retrospect, only babies who meet their early end go to Heaven cause they didn't get a chance to sin. But you know, I've cursed, I've had premaridal sex, I've masturbated, I've lied, and I've... well, stolen from my mom's purse. So... here I am. In Hell.
I'm not sorry though. Turns out, our idea of Hell was all wrong. It's not firey, souls aren't being tortured for all eternity... and don't get me started on Satan. He's the most chill dude I've ever met. And boy is he attractive. He's tall, thin, has black hair slicked back into a small ponytail, and he wears a simple black t-shirt with scarlet skinny jeans! He even wears freakin' Airwalks!
Oho man, Hell has got to be th
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
I Lost My GlassesI lost my glasses.I Lost My Glasses2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I thought I left them on the table, but I checked and nothing was there except something sharp. I have terrible vision; everything is so blurry, I can't make out shapes.
I move through the house, feeling around. My wife must be painting the walls. I see dark shapes on them, and they're wet to the touch. It's so quiet it the house...
I step on something wet and squishy. I really wish the kids would not bring the pool toys in the house.
I look in the kids' bedroom and say, "girls, have you seen my glasses?" No response, but I can see a lump under each of their blankets. They must be sleeping.
I check the bathroom, but the lightbulb went out. I feel around, and my hand touches the counter. I hate it when the kids splash water all over the place. It's thicker though... soap?
I go into the bedroom and see my wife standing near the window. Of course I could only see her blurry shape cause of my terrible eyesight. I'm getting old.
"Hunny, have you seen my glasses?" She didn
My Tall and Skinny FriendMy Tall and Skinny Friend2 years ago in Humor More Like This
I have a friend. He's pretty impressive, I show him off all the time. People must be super jealous though, cause they either run away screaming or faint.
My friend is much taller than me and very skinny. I tell him I envy him because I have to be careful to keep my weight where I want it. He's always dressed so nicely too! In a black suit and tie, he always looks like he's going to a business meeting.
It's very hard to tell how my friend is feeling because... well, this may sound weird but... he has no facial features. His skin is snow white and just has a... completely blank face. He has no mouth either, so he can't talk. He usually just writes me messy little notes.
He's a weird dude, obviously. But he's super fun. He can duplicate his arms as much as he wants, and they can also stretch far distances. He can also change his height, but he never goes below eight feet. I don't think he's able to.
He keeps to himself when it comes to personal stuff. I tried to ask him wher
My Best Friend is a GhostIt was a dare, and I took it. You know how people get when being pressured by their friends, being clucked at like a chicken and calling you a scaredy cat. Well, they were my friends... yup, friends.My Best Friend is a Ghost2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was an old broken down mine shaft. Cliche, I know. It had caved in during a mine blast that went wrong, and many miners were injured. Luckily, no one died... that is, until a young girl was curious enough to explore the ruins. The mine was, and still is, unstable.
The girl's name was Aida, but her last name was never released for unknown reasons. She was ten when she crawled in to look around, hoping to find some little treasures to take home. She was very adventurous. Unfortunately, part of the ceiling fell down and crushed her to death. She wasn't found until a week later when they discovered her footsteps in the mud leading to the mine. Her body was carefully recovered, and there was a closed casket funeral.
Well, years later, stories were made and rumors were spread that Aida still
What You Don't SeeCan you hear me? Be quiet... that silence is me. I can hear you. I can see you. I can even touch you. I'm there when you're awake, when you're asleep, even when you are outside, I am there.What You Don't See1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shh, did you hear that? It's just you breathing. Can you see me? No, but I see you. I know that part of you can hear my voice... you're confused, lost in a stupor and trying to convince yourself that you're just imagining things. Your lips are curved into a light frown, that is, until you realize I'm here... I see your lips part, and you find it hard to blink, the reflection of the computer on the glossy surfaces of your eyes.
Sorry, I see I made you flinch. That was just me chuckling, no need to be alarmed. I noticed you've spun around in your chair to try and see where I am. You see me, but you don't even realize it.
See, there's a smile... you might be thinking you're being silly and there's nothing there. Even so, you continue to listen to my voice... Have you gone mad? Maybe you're tired. Yes,
Prom NightSenior year in high school, I actually got to go to prom. I didn't think anyone would ask me, for I was weird, shy, and quite unpopular, but I was asked... by the cutest guy in school, James. He was definitely a heart throb, and I often watched him, hoping some day he'd talk to me. There was no way though, he could get any girl he wanted, why would he want me? So you can imagine how shocked I was when he came up to me while at my locker.Prom Night2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sally," he said, and I nearly jumped a foot in the air as I turned to face him.
"Y-yes?" I squeaked, and I knew I was cherry red.
"I was wondering if you had a date for the prom." This wasn't happening, surely I was dreaming. I discreetly put my hands behind my back, pinching my wrist. It hurt. This wasn't a dream.
"Um, no," I replied shakily, "I didn't plan on going..."
"Cool, would you like to go with me?" said James with his charming smile.
"W-with you?" I glanced around quickly. Some students were looking at us in shock, pointing and whispering to
Maybe Aliens are RealMaybe aliens are real.Maybe Aliens are Real2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Maybe they've already been here. Maybe some still are.
Maybe they don't look any different than us. Maybe they don't have big heads, weird skin, and big bulgy eyes. Maybe they look just like us. Maybe they're the same inside and outside. Maybe their blood is red. Perhaps they have a few evolutionary traits that are more or less advanced than us, but maybe they're able to blend in as "specially gifted." Maybe some humans can do those "special things" too.
Your best friend could be from another planet. Maybe you are. Maybe your parents never told you that you cam from another world. But you don't seem too different, do you? You look like humans, you speak like humans, you act like humans...
Maybe life forms on other planets aren't much different than us. Cultural differences, maybe, and perhaps the progress of their civilizations, are slower or faster than ours.
What if an entire society is from a different planet, just fitting in with us? Maybe France is fr
Muffins Side Story: Derpy's StoryHi everypony! My name is Derpy Hooves, and I am a grey pegasus with yellow mane and tail, and yellow eyes. I live in Ponyville all by my own because I don't know where my parents had to go. I learned to try and take care of myself, but it gets really hard sometimes and I give up when it's too hard. But everypony is nice to me and laughs when they see me fly and run into stuff. I don't fly so good, but I'm better than I was when I was a filly. Everypony smiles when they see me, and they talk real slow and nice at me. It's good to have friends!Muffins Side Story: Derpy's Story2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My cutie mark is bubbles. I think it got there the last time I saw mommy. Mommy was teaching me to blow bubbles, and they were so pretty and flew high into the sky, just like a pegasus does. They pop and then I make more with the stick by putting it in the bubbly juice. But when the bubbly juice was all gone, I look around for Mommy, but she's gone. I didn't notice my cutie mark yet because I started crying and yelling for mommy, but she never cam
Why Does God Ask Questions?(1/27/2014)Why Does God Ask Questions?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Sometimes I would hear/read statements from others supposedly questioning God's omnipotence when He asks questions. Or how, for instance, when some people would read the passage about the Canaanite woman replying to Jesus' statement (Matthew 15:21-28), and actually accuse Jesus of "being outsmarted".
Well here's what I have to say about it.
"Why does God ask questions?" Well why does a teacher ask questions? Is it because the teacher doesn't know the answer? Or is it because the teacher is trying to help the student think and learn, or even to test them?
See what I did there? I used questions as a way to encourage the act of thinking from those who read it, not because I don't really know the answer. Questions naturally prompt some amount of thought for the listener to form an answer, even if very little. Asking questions is a useful way to stimulate the mind, to help us learn, and also consider ideas f
To Girls Who Love to blame Boys for Your Problems,Dear Girls,To Girls Who Love to blame Boys for Your Problems,2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Please stop playing the victim.
Boys are not always the cause of your problems, chances are, you are. You just refuse to acknowledge it.
The more you blame them, the more bitter and spiteful you will become. Stop destroying yourself from the inside because you cannot take responsibility for the mess you've created.
Stop playing the victim. Get up and do something about it. Crying won't help, nor will hating the opposite sex.
If you're tired of being called a slut because you love breaking hearts, than stop sleeping around. If you're tired of being called a bitch, than stop treating boys like shit. If you're tired of being treated as an object, gain some self-esteem. If you're tired of starving yourself because of a break up, that's your problem. We told you to eat, but you won't listen. You only blame it one him, but who destroyed the relationship in the first place?
Whither away like the twig you are if it makes you feel better.
Problems are problems, they all have solutio
Muffins Side Story: Pinkie Pie's SuccessIt was a week after Pinkie Pie saw the Sonic Rainboom and got her cutie mark. She was in the kitchen, making her very first batch of cupcakes. Pinkie had just pulled them out of the oven, and was now frosting them with bright pink icing. Her sisters, Blinkie Pie and Inkie Pie, came into the kitchen to see what she was doing.Muffins Side Story: Pinkie Pie's Success2 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Pinkamena, what in Equestria are you making?" asked Inkie Pie in a dull tone. Pinkie Pie turned to them with a huge smile, holding up the plate of cupcakes.
"I made cupcakes!" she exclaimed. "Wanna try them?" Blinkie Pie and Inkie Pie exchanged glances, then each of them slowly grabbed a cupcake and took a bite. They chewed, and a small smile appeared on their faces. Pinkie Pie bounced, giggling. "Do you like them?!"
"Hmm," said Blinkie Pie. "They're good..."
"Just good?" asked Pinkie, her smile falling.
"Yea, they're okay," said Inkie Pie. "There's something a little off about them, but they're still good."
"But... I want them to be great..." Pinkie Pie murmured
I wanna..I wanna cut myself, but I don'tI wanna..2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanna scream, but I don't
I wanna run, but I don't
I wanna lose it all, but I don't
I wanna walk away, but I stay
I wanna start over, but I stay
I wanna disappear, but I stay
I wanna hide, but I stay
I wanna cry, but I can't
I wanna fly, but I can't
I wanna fight, but I can't
I wanna take revenge, but I can't
I wanna be who I am
I wanna live my life right
I wanna be loved
Isn't that alright?
Here I stand
Don't know what to do
I feel so lonely
I love you
I miss you
I wanna hug you
I wanna kiss you
Know that I'm thinking of you
Know that I'm waiting for you
I would give the world to be with you