TLOD Lethal Toxins...TLOD Lethal Toxins...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Karakamooni watched as Terron burst from the earth and his body began convulsing on the ground. He was covered in blood and his eyes were clenched tightly in the shear agony of pain filling his body as the toxic venom spread. Karakamooni saw his wounds and the smell of fresh dragon blood filled his senses. His slitted eyes narrowed and he lunged at Terron! His long, serrated teeth dug deep into the flesh of his neck and Terron shrieked like the last cry of a dying dragon! Karakamooni's fangs drew more fresh blood from him and Terron looked over at him with shear terror in his eyes. Was he trying to end his suffering by slitting his throat?! He tried to curse his name but only a large bubble of blood came fourth from his maw and popped! The blood spattered his face and then Terron's head dropped limp to the ground, his eyes white with death.................
He was surrounded by darkness for what seemed like and eternity before images slowly began to appear before him... Terron loo
david and goliath.He passes underdavid and goliath.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the dying streetlamps'
darkening splashes on his face,
against the rooftops.
The tarmac, painted with his footsteps,
white lines of vertebrae
tickle along its back.
Lovely glass, shattered fragments
ruffle the curb of the pavement,
strands of rainwater
whisper along the gutter
in hymnal honesty; and sunlight seems swallowed
by the swollen beast of night.
prickle at the back of his memory,
a nervous pattern of speech,
syllables of iambic chattering
teeth against the cold:
the hotel window, shining with
the gaze of a thousand tourists' wonderment,
is where his own eyes rest,
as if the world is born anew
and love-songs spike the evening air
his life-tousled hair. He
walks on, passes on,
a stranger in a foreign land;
the moonlight seems
to turn about him, embrace his form,
a lonely touch, not quite animate in its caress,
but his love was the colour
of seawater on gravel,
and he would not take the taste of her brea
Gumi x Len: Chapter twoGumi x Len: Chapter twoGumi x Len: Chapter two3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"No, Rin! You know that yogurt you ate was mine!" A voice that belonged to Luka woke me up.
"Please Luka, it was just yogurt! Go buy more!" Rin yelled dryly.
They stood in front of Rin's desk. Luka had her hands on her hips, with a glare fixed on Rin's face that lacked in emotion. I blinked on rubbed my eyes before I made a noise. "Do you guys really have to fight in here?"
They both turned to me. "Gumi, I'm so sorry I woke you! Rin, was just being a pain." Luka apologized innocently.
With a sigh Rin spoke up, "I was hungry, and had some yogurt because Neru ate all the cereal. I was not being a pain!" I exhaled and shook my head.
"Rin say sorry for not asking if you could have it, Luka don't be so greedy it's not a million dollars it's yogurt." Rin mumbled a sorry, and so did Luka.
Before Luka could find another thing to argue with her about I shoved her out. Rin sat at her desk, and messed around on the computer. I glanced to see the time was eight. Groggily, I
Writing 201: Crowd or Cast?You should know your overall plot by now and I'm sure you have your cast of characters in mind, now it's time to cut your cast in half, yep, seriously, cut it in half as you have too many characters. Yep, that's right, we'll focus today's article on something most people tend to ignore: how big should your cast be?Writing 201: Crowd or Cast?5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Here's the thing, the more characters you have, the more pages you will need to develop them in a satisfying manner. So, unless you're writing the next 1000+ novel I suggest you keep your cast with the minimum number of characters as possible your plot requires.
Why have two bad guys when one suffices? What's the point in having 50 mutants in a film where only one takes center stage *wink wink looking at you 20th Century Fox*?
I'm sure that when you cooked up a cool story you had about twenty characters in mind, that's perfectly natural, it's just too much fun creating people to populate your world. But there's an inherent danger in keeping such a bloated cast: the character
Space“I need space,” he quietly statesSpace2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But dear, what do you mean?
Do you mean you want the planets,
Do you mean you want the stars,
Do you want to rent a room, inside a great black hole?
An infinite vacuum,
a quiet location,
solitude for the soul?
Oh yes, my dear,
I’m sure you’ll find plenty of space in there
Oh yes, my dear,
It’s as empty as you.
Writing 202: What's your Job?Couple of days ago I covered how big should your cast be and today I'll cover their functions within the story. This should be extremely helpful to see which characters should be gone and those that are key to your plot.Writing 202: What's your Job?5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
One of the best books I read on Character Development was "The Writer's Journey - Mythic Structure for Writers" by Christopher Vogler. He covers classic structuring as well but for me, the highlight in his book is how he maps his plot through his characters.
Basically he divides every single character in seven (7) Archetypes, the most common ones. Sometimes a character can "be" more than one thing but this helps figure out which characters are performing the same function within the story and how they can be combined to form a more complex and enjoyable one.
Vogler says: "The concept of archetypes is an indispensable tool for understanding the purpose or function of characters in a story. If you grasp the function of the archetype
my father lived in Indiamy father is a man of many colors.my father lived in India1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the nights when the moon stays asleep,
he lotions his palms with pomegranate juice.
the sugared blood pools in the creases of his
skin, staining it India’s red.
sometimes, my father scrubs his hands until
they are nothing but flesh & fruit rinds.
when he was younger—all skinned knees and pocket
knives—he must've slipped on a thousand marbles.
my father’s father was a welder who rolled and spun
steel into tiny spheres.
when he died, my father’s hands became blue and
free of pocket knives. to this day, he keeps a bag
of marbles on our mantle.
from time to time, he shakes the cool metal into
his open palms and waterfalls it back and forth.
see, this is the trouble with blue hands:
they never let go of the things that scar them.
they try so hard to be red again.
my father doesn't like whistling because
an old woman in India told him it was uncivilized.
she perched herself on the edge of the Ganges River
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crasha hospital bird with soot in her lungs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that almost killed her.
through whitewhite walls,
where her lover dies.
nobody thought she'd make it,
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway;
trying to remember how to start all over,
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
Shards of glassI take a step closer to the fallen warrior in front of me, already having been taken down by my powerful blade. I can feel sweat dripping from the pores of my skin underneath my helmet, but it is a feeling I already became accustomed to a long time ago. They slowly ooze down my skin, making it past the helmet and then under my iron armour. It still doesn’t bother me, as I became used to the feeling a long time ago. As my adversary struggles to get his sword again I take another step forwards, towards him. I already have my weapon, a heavy sword that I wield easily with both of my hands, clutched tightly. I stare at the human nonchalantly, feeling nothing. I became used to this a long time ago. I hear the crowd sitting around the fighting arena cheer wildly, knowing as well as me what the outcome of this will be.Shards of glass2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You’re just a piece of filth! A monster!” The man who, is still lying on the ground, shouts as he desperately tries to grab his sword. A folly matter,
Soldiercigarette between his lips,Soldier2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tar-induced lungs struggling to inflate –
struggling to make sense
of a war
where men are only equal
when they're dead.
Awesome TrioxReader: MAFE [American Ending]Awesome TrioxReader: MAFE [American Ending]3 years ago in Humor More Like This
While you sat there deciding what pictures would go in which frame, a soft knock on your door startled you. Who was knocking on your door at a little after midnight?
"Who is it?" you called.
Alfred? I wonder what he wants...? "It's open."
Hearing the door open, you looked up and saw Alfred walk in, wearing the Captain America pajama pants you bought him for his birthday and a plain white t-shirt.
"Hey," he said, unusually subdued.
"Hey, did you forget something earlier?" you asked, cocking your head to the side.
"No," he said as he closed the door. "After I dropped Gil and Matthias off at that bar a few blocks from here, I went home and tried to go to sleep. Then I started thinking about you and how you were all alone. And it kinda made me sad. So I thought I'd come back and keep you company."
"Then I guess it's a good thing I didn't go straight to bed, huh?" you laughed as he sat down next to you.
"That's right. I forgot you said you were going to bed," Alfred laughed,
CR : Nightmare“Dengar, Alvey. Tidak ada yang salah dengan bertarung demi kubu yang kita pilih. Seorang Hero akan selalu muncul untuk menyelamatkan hari dari serangan artblock yang dibuat oleh para Villain. Dan apabila mereka mengalahkan seorang Villain, mereka akan mendapatkan pujian dan tak akan ada satu orang pun yang mengkritik mereka. Kenapa? Karena mereka adalah Hero dan mereka melakukan hal yang benar.”CR : Nightmare1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kata-kata itu kadang terngiang di dalam benaknya.
Dan Alvey hanya mampu untuk menghela nafas.
“Jika kau terus menerus seperti itu, pelanggan tidak akan datang,” satu suara yang sangat familiar baginya dan menyebabkannya untuk berbalik melihat kepada pemilik suara itu, “Kalau merasa tidak enak badan, kau boleh pulang duluan dan istirahat.”
“…… tidak, tidak ada masalah, Schro…” ucap Alvey.
Mereka berdua adalah rekan kerja yang sudah bekerja bersama-sama dalam waktu yang cukup lama. Bahkan pada kenyataannya mereka sudah se
The Phoenix Man1.The Phoenix Man4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
After my bird died,
we sent him off to
the kind of mortician
who knows how to turn
bodies into bonfires,
the same guy who I imagine
can turn anyone into a phoenix--
the winged and the four-legged,
the bubblers and the breathers,
the feral and the friendly.
Once he's through, he slips each soul
through a doggie door, back to God
or to science or someone.
He returned my bird to me
in a box that looks as dignified
as a pyre. I never got to see the smolder
that had been there, the dismissal of feathers,
but the Phoenix Man left me a slab of cement
that remembered my bird's footsteps
before drying over.
You have to have a damn good memory
to play with death all day long, for a living.
Know all of its games, toss it the gerbil's bone
it buried ten feet beneath a four-year lifespan,
and if it fetches, tell it that it's good
at making people want to learn how to long
before meeting the end.
The Phoenix Man could be a taxidermist with a sewing needle
and the face of a grandfather.
i'm not an artistwe do not belong in boxesi'm not an artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and bags and books or
and we do not sit contently
in wordsworth and shakespeare
and blake, burns, and brownings
or in the cold stiff bones
of raleigh's of long ago;
detect, and re-select
a virus--a disease,
a germ in every verse and line;
the first signs of
foolish waitings under
bridges and scolding parents
and nothing to signify at all
we are the blood of nations
and the heart of men
and the love of every
rhetorist and sentimist
we dance through the ballrooms of
the age and chat with
we shake hands with heros
and the homeless, dirty
type that gum over 'hello's
we are and aren't and will be
silly verse and
naive philosophers and sweet oxymorons
waving hello from the shore;
forever onward and never ending
like the stars in an
BrokenI cant breatheBroken10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want to but no air comes out
I want to speak but no words come out
Why do I feel... hurt?
I feel betray
I feel like love had forgotten me
Like God only help those who have love
My heart hurts
My heart feels like a thousand needles went through my chest
and now its bleeding slowly for me to die
Why when I try to move my hands to touch the ground I can't
Touch the ground
Just to know its still there
Just to know I am still alive
I feel like a broken doll
Shatter into pieces
Pieces all over the floor
With no one there to put me back together
Will fix me
No one will love me
No one will help me breath
not feel things that is real
not to even to tell me that Im alive
Do You Hate Me?Do You Hate Me?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are sitting on the ground, pulling grass up as you stare at the horizon in boredom. A girl walks up to you, blocking the view of the sun.
"Do you hate me?"
You blink. "What?"
"Do you hate me?" she repeats.
You stare at her. "Uh, why would I hate you?"
"You don't talk to me."
"Just because I don't talk to you doesn't mean I hate you."
"So... you don't hate me?"
You think for a moment. "Well, I don't know you, so I guess I don't hate you."
"So, if you knew me, then would you hate me?"
You stare at her. She strikes you as being very odd. You are unsure of what to say; a part of you wants her to just go away.
"Uh, I don't know... Do you want me to hate you?"
Your addicted to Runescape...You know your addicted to runescape when...Your addicted to Runescape...8 years ago in Humor More Like This
*When you go to a public bank and start yelling over and over selling pencil 200gp
*When you stand up to a murderer with a gun because you think you have protect against range
*When you get angry that men and women get suspicious about you pickpocketing them once
*You put on your mom's diamond wedding ring thinking its a ring of life and jump off a cliff
*You prowl around a graveyard with a steel hatchet in search of zombies and skeletons
*When you try to find a pick lock option on a locked door
*You report your parents for having sex as it is against jagexss code of behavior
*you challenge a bully twice your size to the wilderness when there is no wilderness and expect your clan to be there
*in the actual woods wilderness you beg a hiker to not kill you
*you stand still and not do anything for days waiting for a random event to come and give you stuff, but end up dieing from starvation
*you believe your bl
CR - Election Disturbance 01Alpbach, Austria – 9 Juli 2014CR - Election Disturbance 011 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Apa kau bisa melakukannya?”
Lelaki itu hanya terdiam, tidak segera menjawab. Matanya memandang lurus kepada sosok pimpinan yang terpancar dari video call yang ada dihadapannya; sosok yang sedang duduk dengan wajah tidak puas.
“Bisa. Tetapi jika diperbolehkan aku ingin memobilisasikan sebuah tim.”
Mungkin apa yang baru saja ia sebutkan seperti “meminta terlalu banyak”. Beberapa orang mungkin bahkan akan berpikir bahwa ia “tidak tahu tempat” atau pun “tidak tahu malu”. Pada kenyataannya ia berada pada keadaan seperti ini karena “kekurangaktifan”-nya sehingga para sosok pimpinan memutuskan untuk memberikannya tugas tersendiri.
Sekalipun demikian, Schrodinger Erviella tidak bergeming.
Sama halnya seperti seorang atasan yang terus menerus memerlukan untuk memeriksa dan mengevaluasi apakah bawahannya memang bekerja sesuai dengan harapannya dan tidak mengkhianati ekspeta
CR : The Enemy and MeNobody thinks that they will die. Even though everyone understands that life will eventually come to an end, they just think that it won’t happen today or tomorrow. That’s how humanity always is.CR : The Enemy and Me1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Accidents. Disasters. Illness. Coincidence. Recklessness. Betrayal. Foolishness.
Of course, wars which happen in the battlefields are also no exception.
Despite that, is killing the right thing to do? Striking someone under the pretense of being under stress or being under an order? It might be forgivable if it were done to atone for something. But certainly, it’s not the right thing to do.
The order was clear, to intercept all of the Rangers from the opposite faction. Alvey knows it clearly, that although he dislikes fighting he has no other choice but do as he told. And so, he marched towards the battle field.
It doesn’t take all that long until Alvey reached the appointed area, he came as told to support one of his fellow Heroe
*I unbutton you, kiss by kiss.*3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I untie you, touch by touch.
I unzip you, rib by rib.
I unfasten you, moment by moment.
Eulogy for BearEulogy for Bear5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A friend devolves and a beast acquires a soul
These journeys are begun for reasons
that we soon forget. Some of Adam's kin
jettison little-by-little their sacred selves,
finally separating from the human family to
run mad with the currency of
wild nature's uncharitable law.
But some of the beasts become us;
attached by leash they pull us through parks,
we wrestle them like unruly boys
and dress them in old clothes (forgive us).
And in the darkest night when evil is about
we steady their tattered nerves
when we ourselves are fearful
and thus we find our common tongue
loyalty until death, courage, love.