Maybe Aliens are RealMaybe aliens are real.
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: 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
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,
Diary of a Serial Killer - Entry 10August 16, 2013Diary of a Serial Killer - Entry 102 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Okay, last night was weird and... well, I technically didn't necessarily kill my girl like I had planned. It was... well, I can't sum it up into a few short words, I'll have to explain.
So, the girl I tracked was named Chrissy, and I had met her in a cafe a couple days before I killed Emily. Chrissy seemed kind of sad, so I bought her a hot chocolate and got to talking with her. She had had a rough life, but as respect to her memory, I'm not going to disclose that information.
Anyway, hanging out with me seemed to cheer her up, and I'll admit, I got sort of a girl crush on her. I'm too old though. She gave me her address so we could hang out together. I've gone over about two times before the weekend, and she's a very sad, young girl. Her mother is almost never home, and the one time I saw her, she was passed out on the couch, drunk.
We arranged for me to sleep over last night, and that's when I had planned to kill her. Don't get me wrong, I loved her like we had been f
How Sugar Star Got Her Cutie MarkHow Sugar Star Got Her Cutie Mark2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had left Ponyville with our parents for a vacation! I had just gotten out of school for the summer, and almost immediately, we were packed up and on the train to Trotpan. I was so excited, I could hardly sit down!
We visited many cities, like Pegashima, Neighgasaki, and Coltyoko... but our main destination was Ponikyo. It was the capital afterall! We stayed in a nice hotel, but had some trouble talking to everypony because we didn't know Trotpanese. Dad had a language dictionary, though, so we were able to get around.
One day, mama took me into town to look at all the toy and candy shops. Oh, as soon as I saw this candy shop... I nearly fainted! There were things in there you wouldn't even dream of! Even Sugarcube Corner wouldn't be able to stand up to this! There were bags of fruit flavored gummies unlike anything I've ever seen, different chocolate bars in outrageous flavors like green tea, strawberry tart, orange cream, coffee, and more! There were biscuit sticks dipped in
I'm still screamingI am still alive but now I’m barely breathing,I'm still screaming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m crying out for help but no one seems to hear it.
Can’t you hear me in the night?
Or are you choosing not to hear it?
I’m slipping through the cracks but no one seems to see it.
You want me to be okay, you want me to be fine
But I am faced with a cliff that I am too weak to climb.
It kills you to see me this way,
With lost eyes distant and far away.
Desperately trying to hold on,
I 'm falling through the cracks
But I am too tired to carry on this way,
Like a ghost that can't be saved.
Like a soul that can't be healed.
My life is draining through my veins, my heart is tearing at the seams.
You are afraid to hold me now, afraid my fragile bones are going to fall,
You want me to be stronger
But strong is something that I can never be.
My fingers are slipping on the rock face,
I am losing my grip more and more every day,
Plummeting into the darkness, further and further away.
My skin is scar
Hello...Hello…?Hello...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can’t you hear me?
Why won’t you answer me?
Why don’t you look at me?
Please see me…
I’m sick of being a ghost…
Of my words falling
Onto the cold hard earth
Of your ears.
No one hears the snow
All you do is feel it…
Can you feel me?
Feel my presence…
The hand I reach out for
To steady me…
Or for the shoulder
When I need to cry…
But no one feels a ghost…
Look at me…
Speak to me…
Laugh with me…
I’m an amazing person
You just wait and see
I’ll show you the world I see
I’ll show you how to smile and laugh again
I’ll show you the promise of love
Even though you have given it up
I’ll show you adventure
And watch adrenaline pump through our system
And watch these feelings of ours grow.
Even if I haven’t met you yet…
I know you are out there
Pokemon Blood RedPokemon Blood Red2 years ago in Humor More Like This
I was always a fan of the old classic video games like Legend of Zelda, Mario Bros., Sonic the Hedgehog, E.T., and Pokemon. I used to have Pokemon Red and Blue, but my fat friend sat on them when I was little, so they broke. I was very sad.
One Saturday, I went to a garage sale cause I've never been to one. I don't know what compelled me to go... it's like it was calling to me... I was delighted to see a pile of old video games! There were Atari, NES, SNES, and Game Boy games! And to my surprise, I saw a red cartridge!
The sticker was mostly scratched off so that all I could see of the title was "Poke" and "ed," but written in thick black sharpie was "Pokemon Red." I was so happy, I went right to the old guy and asked how much it was. His eyes widened and face went pale. He screamed, "TAKE IT! TAKE IT AND GO AWAY! NEVER RETURN!" And then he had a heart attack and died. I was a little uncomfortable about taking the game for free, but I shrugged it off. Free game!
I dug into my closet an
My ConfessionSo many things to live for,My Confession2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But so many reasons to die,
How is it that I can be happy,
While still managing to cry?
One year, five years, ten...
Too many years to count.
All my life, I've denied
The truth about the amount
Of pain in my chest and throat,
No matter how much I smile,
The overall picture decays,
Euphoria lasting a short while.
I had never really confessed
Up until now, for I've lied
For more than a decade about
Crossing to the other side.
I've lied to myself, not friends,
And I've never expressed it,
These feelings of melancholy
That leave me in a dark pit.
Selfishness and selflessness,
Who here can be blamed?
Is it them, or is it me?
Which argument is to be shamed?
A child should never wish to die,
For too young is the soul,
But my innocence was little,
Nay, may've never existed at all.
I cannot tell you exactly when
My heart had started to break,
For I myself do not know when
My whole world began to quake.
"She is bubbly," they said,
"She is so kind and energetic."
Wake Me UpThey say that every creatureWake Me Up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On earth dies alone.
But if that's true, why would we
Want to live our life alone?
If we're alone during life,
Should we be alone during death?
Life is nothing but a dream,
A dream in which we can't wake up.
We're alone while we dream,
It is only us in our own mind.
That soft sleep is only important
To the sleeper.
Whether it's a good dream or nightmare,
We are alone within our minds.
But what we don't realize is
That life is the dream,
And we can't wake up.
We've seen what we dream,
But that's the real world, elusive.
We've caught a glimpse, and it has
Opened our eyes to our true lives.
Wake me from this dream,
For it is a nightmare.
Wake me up.
Lead me to life, so that I
May die someday, not alone.
Wake me up.
I'm a heavy sleeper, therefore,
You will have to awaken me from this dream.
Waking from a nightmare brings
Such sweet satisfaction.
Wake me up,
For life is nothing but a dream.
Wake me up.
this is for the silent boysThis is for the silent boys,this is for the silent boys1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who live and die unnoticed.
Whose lives are shushed, and pushed away
and deaths go out unfocused.
Who society deems unworthy to mourn,
because they're not important.
An evil brush we paint on them,
without ever getting to know them.
For the boy who hides behind a mask,
afraid to report his rape.
To the boy who is locked away in jail,
because a woman called a fake.
To the Bacha Bazi forced to dance,
for the cruelty of the world.
For the boys who lose their hopes and limbs,
fighting in bloody wars.
Please young men, hear me now, society cares for you,
and even though you may not believe it, it is only but a few.
You are not forgotten, you are not abandoned, and you are not the victim of hate,
so please dear boys, hold your head up, and do not accept this cruel fate.
I write this for the silent boys, who can no longer speak,
for the silent boys who stood before Mr. Rodgers, and met
their untimely defeat.
And for the counselors who waited, sad words I ha
Follow the ButterfliesNow I'm twenty three,Follow the Butterflies2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But how can that be?
I didn't want to live, you see.
I've come so far
With all these scars
Caused by a world of liars.
Insignificance, known by name
To be just another useless game
Where all the players are the same.
My arms are covered with butterflies,
An innocent image to another's eyes,
Filling their heads with endless lies...
These harmless creatures do not leave,
But instead, stay to watch me grieve...
Though they tell what I believe...
Let the poor butterflies go.
If you cared, you wouldn't say no.
Would you say you love them so?
The color is red, these simple things,
Dust trails behind their wings.
You will know when the butterfly sings...
That you should let me go.
DreamersShe reminds me that she's a dreamerDreamers2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her right hand delicately grips a pencil
as she's working equations on a TI-89 with her left
She looks up at me and smiles,
and there are stars, meteors,
spanning across the cosmos of her expression
her countenance reminds me to look up at the chalkboard
that's attempting to teach me how
to make verses sing from pages in a plain 8 by 11 notebook
and I am only armed with
a .7 pencil and a purple pen,
stolen from my older sister's pencil pouch
My hands are inches away from hers
from the desks side by side
like cars parallel parked on a side road
her equations confuse me
until she flips the page
and shows me stories
filled with metaphors of the sky
reminding me that we are both here for the same thing:
I needed a reason to smile
She wanted a lesson in writing
She reminds me that I'm a dreamer
We exchange stories and poems like cigarettes
except the only price we pay is a small portion of our ego
when there are mistakes and flaws,
and we are gra
Pretty PeopleI just want to be pretty.Pretty People2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like him, like her...
I want the face that
I want the body that
Why is she so skinny?
Why is she so curvy?
Why is he so handsome?
Why is he so perfect?
I just want to be sexy.
Like him, like her...
I want to fit in my
Old jeans and dresses
That I wore in high school.
I want to walk by to
Have people whisper,
"That girl is gorgeous."
I just want to be thin.
Like him, like her...
Why are they so lucky?
Why do they get the glory?
Why do they get that body
And that face without
Even working for it?
You know the feeling
Of being called ugly,
Unless you're one of them.
I know the feeling
Of being called ugly,
Cause I'm not one of them.
I put on makeup to
Make myself look different.
I'm ashamed at my
My parents were pretty,
So why not me?
I just want to be pretty.
Like him, like her....
ContemplationSilence...Contemplation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lay in my bed,
Why am I here?
What is my purpose?
Tears run down my face,
And I close my eyes,
Letting moonlight wash over me.
Fate is a cruel thing,
Destiny is elusive.
Existance is nothing more
Than a lie.
The world is ego,
I open my teary eyes, gazing up
At the vast, starry sky.
They look so free...
Balls of fire,
Giant chunks of ice,
Planets more significant
Than our own...
What is up there?
What is out in that void?
The cold air stings my
Tear streaked face...
I sit up, still staring at
The beautiful night sky.
In my bed, I can't help
WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ROOF????
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,What is Hope?9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.