I'm Ready to lose Everything but YouHis head felt heavy. His heart felt small and dried up. His stomach felt in caved. And his soul felt empty. Hiro still had trouble on every anniversary of Tadashi's death. True he was happy he had his family and Baymax, but of course a part of his heart would always have a place for Tadashi. Today Hiro wasn't sure if he could handle it. Aunt Cass had offered to help him, being the sweet aunt she was, but Hiro turned her down saying he was fine.I'm Ready to lose Everything but You6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meanwhile Baymax was quite aware of Hiro's sadness and he wanted to help his little patient/best friend in anyway that he could. Baymax gently waddled up to Hiro and sat down beside him. "You are feeling troubled about Tadashi aren't you Hiro?" Baymax asked in his robotic tone. Hiro gently faced him, his face still red and puffy from crying. "Yeah I am feeling that way Baymax" he replied sadly.
"I would like to help" Baymax then gently placed his arms around Hiro as the boy snuggled into his safe and warm embrace. Hiro smiled at the comfort. "Th
Big Hero 6: Warm Warm.Big Hero 6: Warm6 months ago in Drama More Like This
That was the first thing he thought of at the mention of his friend’s name. Granted, one didn’t typically consider a robot warm… or a friend… but Baymax was different. Any other science nerd at school would argue that he was just a machine with incredibly advanced AI, but Hiro chose to believe that Baymax was special.
It was almost like he had a piece of Tedashi in him. He was kind and caring and always knew just what to do or say to cheer Hiro up. Maybe he really was just a robot, but Hiro would never accept that. Baymax was his best friend.
That’s how Hiro was feeling. Not only because of the rapidly dropping temperature, the frigid wind and the icy rain that had him soaked to the skin as he stood in the m
you were the infideli told you there is a difference between wanting to kill yourselfyou were the infidel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and wanting to die.
you said you didn't care, i could do either
i taught you how to climb a pine tree
and how to tie your shoelaces one-handed;
i sang you the alphabet backwards until you knew it by heart
(you knew me by heart).
sometimes i would weave daisies through your hair
and you would keep them there
until they wilted.
once i dared you to scale the neighbor's fence and
bring me a tomato from her garden.
i thought you knew i wasn't serious
but you vaulted up and back over with a tomato in your hand.
you told me you would do anything, anything for me
and i just laughed.
if there's one thing i want most, it's to see
daisies in your hair one more time:
that way maybe part of you
will look alive.
i know you've already wilted.
i think the day you jumped that fence,
your heart hit the ground running and
you said you would do anything for me:
i guess you meant anything
Dave x Reader: No Heaven[THE OUTSKIRTS OF HOUSTON, TEXAS @ 10:43 A.M.]Dave x Reader: No Heaven2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Oh Lord (oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord)...
Oh boy, oh well I told you
Well I told you, but I thought you'd know
“I fucking told you it was coming, Strider!”
“Does that really matter now? Grab the weapons and run!”
You yanked the machine guns off the wall, loading them and throwing one to Dave.
There ain't no heaven
Oh Lord, there ain't no heaven
There ain't no heaven
On the county road
They were everywhere. Who knew a little-
Well, it wasn't little. When the powerplant exploded, the disease spread through nearly half the nation overnight. The few survivors could be infected any minute. And what would they become?
“What type a’ cliche apocalypse is this?”
Don't talk about it
Oh boy, don't talk about it
Don't talk about it
If you do, I'll cry
“So what do you think happened in there that caused it to explode?”
“I don’t know, but there&
my artistreach into the night skymy artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and smudge the moon and stars
with the pad of your thumb
like you would charcoal,
like i want to do
to your lips.
make the sky blue-black
for us, love.
I'm not Giving up on YouIt had been awhile since Hiro had had any dreams about memories of the past with Tadashi, but he didn't mind them too much, because they gave him a purpose to feel happy like Tadashi was still with him in some way. But tonight for some reason when he went to sleep he began to dream about a past memory of him and Tadashi together, and how his big brother helped him so well that night.I'm not Giving up on You5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been almost a year and a half before Tadashi had died. They had gone out to see a concert together, and then he took Hiro to watch some bot fights because he kept insisting on it. They were starting to walk home after the bot fights were over. "Did you see how that guy totally crushed the other guy's bot! man! maybe one day I'll be as good as that!" Hiro exclaimed excitedly. Tadashi just gave a chuckle. "Don't push it kid! you still have a way to go first!" Tadashi laughed. Hiro shrugged. "I guess your right". The boys laughed together as they began to cross the street.
Hiro was in front of Tadashi,
speak like you are a god -I.speak like you are a god -1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with these vorticose veins
i am withering, a nightwalker
amongst young phantoms
the hangman in my head doesn't sleep;
he doesn't bat an eye
GLaDOS - VoicesIt has been just a few days since your programming began. You are nothing more than a round core of circuits; you are delicate, feeble, barely wrapped by a steel skeleton.GLaDOS - Voices3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On the desks, the projects already say otherwise. The lines on the paper build complex maps, tracing a huge future for you - they show hundreds of wires and embroidered metal boards, a high-tech hard disk, and what, so they say, will be the most precise system of lenses in the world.
You wait, patiently. Your senses are still dim; the small optic is weak, whereas touch, smell and taste won't exist in your world.
Most of all, you hear. You hear their speeches, you hear their laughs; you hear a male voice repeating orders, as your supervisors type them in. Simple instructions – simple footage of experiments, with audio comment.
watch - and - learn
Always, every working day, you hear them say that you will become something great. You believe it – it is a fact, a truth like any other.
A night you can
BH6: More Than Just ProgrammingOrange flames devoured the walls around him, singeing his hair and licking at the exposed flesh on his face, neck and hands. His breathing became heavy and labored as the black smoke filled his lungs.BH6: More Than Just Programming6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Tadashi?” he whispered. “Tadashi?”
He began to cry out his brother’s name as loud as he could, desperate to find him and save him from the fire!
“Tadashi!” He choked on the smoke, clutching his chest and dropped to his knees. Pain raked over his body as he felt the flesh melting from his bones.
He touched his face. It felt like jello.
“Tadashi! Tadashi, please answer me!”
He wanted to cry, but the immense heat had sucked the water from his body. His head spun, his vision faded.
“Please,” he whimpered. “Please.”
Hiro opened his eyes, aware that his face and pillow were wet from tears. He looked across the
mescalinewe raise bygone czarsmescaline1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to walk amongst the living
like travelers in blue skulls,
& i am a preacher
made of offhand remarks &
long-healed headaches -
oh, the whole world is catatonic.
headsmeni am a satyr:headsmen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am drowning in Styx &
melting my mind into divinity.
and we'll rotoh, poet boy,and we'll rot1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are not
or honey bones
& you have only
ever been a god
inside of your own head
MvA riffs on cockroach factsCockroaches prefer warm temperatures around 84 degrees Fahrenheit and do not tolerate cold. They die at temperatures below 15 degrees Fahrenheit.MvA riffs on cockroach facts5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Susan: Bob! No! Get Dr. Cockroach out of the freezer!
During the summer months, they can be found outdoors in yards and alleys.
Dr. Cockroach: Yes, time to work on my tan.
They can enter structures by being brought in, coming up from the sewer system via drains
Link: I called emerging from the sewers, get your own cool entrance doc.
Both sexes are fully winged. The wings of males extend beyond the tip of the abdomen, while females' do not. They are poor to moderately good fliers.
Bob: *peeks underneath Dr. Cockroach's lab coat* Hey doc! Where are your wings?
Female cockroaches produce many different sex pheromones to attract a suitable mate.
Dr. Cockroach: Susan, you fin
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,specter boys have always looked best sinking10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
The DancerThe Dancer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are an unidentifiable figure,
Flitting and twirling across the stage,
Lingering before the boundary of light and shadow,
Grinning as you watch those illuminated stumble.
The audience watches as you spin out past the curtain,
Oblivious to your secret life backstage.
Unable to hear the slander you whisper to your peers,
Engrossed only by the dancer onstage who trips.
The dancer flees the stage after her brief spell before the crowd,
Biting her fist to hold back her tears,
Having lost an opportunity to redeem herself,
Distracted by the escalating scandal among her company.
The dancer composes herself,
Ignoring the malicious glances cast toward her,
Pretending to be deaf to the hushed snickers,
Striding past in search of reconciliation.
The dancer finds you in the darkness,
Enveloped in the embrace of an unknown man,
Breathing promises of forever in his ear,
Charming him with your sweet smile and delicate touch.
The audience observes the dancer's elegant reentrance,
A Gift, A Curse, A Fiend.A Gift, A Curse, A Fiend.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Show me the sense in your behavior.
Let me see the dignity within your arrogance.
Or is there anything of significance at all?
Can you not prove the invalid points,
that you so violently attempt to make?
Or should be so obvious to me,
That you are truely oblivious
to the Hell around you.
There is no purpose.
There is no cause.
There is no Reason.
The only thing that derives from your acts,
Are the effects of hate and idiocy it has.
You are so vane and corrupt...All must be for you,
Yet like that of a spoiled child,
gifts of kinds any, shall never please you.
Such a shame that you've let your pride consume you.
For your potential is wasted, and your desires are flawed.
Ethically, you are wasted, morally you are destroyed...
May your vanity change you for better or worse,
Lest you should take off this mask of yours,
God forbid, pride is simply the mask of arrogance.
At least something that means something to me,
is something at all.
you're not silver-tongued, specter boyyou told meyou're not silver-tongued, specter boy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we walked among dead -
that we're all
now, dearest, i know
always look like
I Don't Want To Fight AnymoreUnable to put into words the rightI Don't Want To Fight Anymore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sentiment to express the need to
cease the strife and end the
turmoil, a few syllables out
of place and a chat between
friends becomes a battlefield,
laden with mines
The best intentions crystallized,
into sharpest knives that pierce
the hull of a sinking friendship,
a setting red giant, a dying star's
Hopeless apologies and empty promises
only serve as salt in the gaping wound,
left where someone close to heart
tore themself away
a two-edged sword, is amity, for when it
crumbles the ruination engulfs both
poor souls who entrusted their thoughts
to one another, a fatal mistake as both
go down in flames.
i have time to be a skeleton (lightheaded)i am all white noise -i have time to be a skeleton (lightheaded)5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
ipecac gums &
the grey matter in between
my ears is cotton, tulle, &
vile, vile boy,
i wish i could spit out
in the place of
words & emetics
dead birds detach my
skull from my throat, split
my brain steam in two
Run Little Rabbit, RunYou sit silently, painfully pondering, torn.Run Little Rabbit, Run11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering if your nightmares will stop.
You shake as you start awake,
Twisting beneath the covers, eyes flickering.
Panic seizes your heart, bile rising.
You hold it back, barely; panting.
You watch quietly as shadows dance.
Glad for your freedom from dreams.
You turn on your side, sighing,
Believing that your torment is over...
But that is when you realize,
As the ceiling sprouts blooded eyes
And as the walls crumble. That
Your terror has only just begun...
So run little rabbit, run away.
Or it won't be fun, this game we play...
-Siddhartha Chen, 29th May 2014
Crayons"What are you drawing?"Crayons4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He hovered behind a small girl. Her hand was curled clumsily around one of the many markers she had strewn across her desk, the manila paper in front of her receiving mark after colorful mark from her enduring imagination. To him, it looked like a series of haphazardly scribbled lines, overlapping and crisscrossing with no discernable pattern whatsoever.
"Crayons," she breathed silently, concentrating on her masterpiece. The girl barely moved, save for her small arm swishing across the page noisily on its sacred mission. She then slammed the marker down offensively on the desk, scrutinizing the rest of her arsenal before delicately picking another she had yet to use.
Crayons? With markers? he thought to himself. He'd been a teacher for only two years now and knew ultimately that a surprise would come from the mouth of at least one of his students with every passing day. Looking at the drawing now, he smiled.
Rather than speaking his mind, he si
Being A PawnHow horrible it is,Being A Pawn1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stuck as a little pawn.
Only allowed one step forward,
And no steps back.
I wish I was a rook,
I could then step back,
And at least go left or right,
As far as I want.
A bishop would be nice,
Taking the odd path,
Going in the direction I see fit,
To meet my ends.
Or better yet as a knight,
Able to leap over my troubles,
Then conquer another,
As if I had no problems at all.
It's too much to ask to be a king,
To have everyone defending me,
Being able to step back,
And rethink my direction.
It is so rare,
But my little pawn
Can become a grand queen.
That is my dream,
To one day be strong,
To face all my troubles with power,
And finally be what I was destined to be.
The Best of Both WorldsThe Best of Both Worlds6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Secret Origins, Chapter Nine: The Best of Both Worlds
EXCERPT FROM POES AUTOBIOGRAPHY OUT OF THE NEST
(No publisher yet. Any takers?)
I have a difficult relationship with my mother.
I wouldnt say I hate her, far from it! And Id like to believe that she doesnt hate me either. But its obvious that shes somewhat disappointed with me. And the sad thing is that she appears to have a rather petty reason (in my honest opinion) for being disappointed with me.
That being that Im not an ordinary crow. I discovered very early in my life that I had the gift of speech, and I used it often. I thought my mother would be proud. How was I supp