ExtrasensoryIt came without warning, like an assassination in the night. They had inexplicably begun teasing him, egging him on about his "obvious" crush on the girl. He'd had little luck deciphering their motives. Perhaps for their own sense of entertainment or pleasure, or maybe out of sheer boredom, or maybe they'd had some life-altering revelation that dictated that they make a mockery of his love life, or lack of. This had gone on for months now, and from the beginning their jests had been nothing but an annoyance, comments constructed for the sole purpose of provoking him. As time passed, however, their words slowly worked into his mind like tiny drills, and eventually their lies shifted into his truths. With each passing day, his blushes grew darker, the racing of his heart became more rapid, and his thoughts were more isolated, focused solely on one person.Extrasensory4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Eventually he'd returned home, where he was met with a surprise greeting with the girl. The moment he saw her, everything came full ci
Peer Pressure: Part 1 (BTTxReader)Peer Pressure: Part 1Peer Pressure: Part 1 (BTTxReader)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Bad Touch TrioxReader
Sighing, you glanced over your shoulder at the three teens still preoccupied with their phones. You pouted up at your coach, "When I said I wanted to coach, I meant a Grommets team. Or even a girls' team."
"Well that's too bad. These guys just happened to want to play so I figured I'd get them personal training."
You narrowed your (e/c) eyes up at your coach, "And why do I have to coach them?"
He smirked, "Because guys just love you."
The scowl never left your face as your coach shooed you off to meet the guys. He'd gotten you an extra two hours of pooltime to use at drilling for them. You stood in front of the bleachers and sighed. "Guys." No reaction. "Morons!" Still none. Angry now, you stomped up the metal stands and hit one of them, the white-haired one, over the head. That got their attention.
Three pairs of eyes fixed on you, each holding a different emotion. Red eyes glared at you for hitting the guy they belonged to, blue eyes
Creating a CharacterCreating a Character3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This starter guide is written to help you write a character that's on the same map with the other beginning characters. It's designed for creating LEVEL 1 characters, so worry about specialisations and other fancy stuff later!
In a nutshell:
start at level 1
warrior/mage/rogue, no specialisations before level 7
(level up by completing quests)
can pick two skills OR abilities from the DA: O talent tree or make up your own within reason
DA: O Talents: Link
Remember, we're here to have some quality RP fun, so please take a moment to consider your characters before joining!
The characters are screened by admins to make sure these ground rules are followed, so please take extra care seeing to them.
And now, please read the whole guide. We'll know if you haven't.
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GwL: DaughtersMum ?GwL: Daughters2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Harri glances back at her daughter, frowning softly in concern. She hazards a quick glance at the clock in the corner; they both should have been in bed hours ago. Why are you still up, sweetie? she asks. You know weve got an early start tomorrow. You dont want to be late for the Express
Alison nods dutifully, but her expression falters, anxiety showing in her green eyed gaze. I know
Harri recognizes the expression on her face; something is definitely troubling her. Are you nervous about starting school? she queries softly. You dont have to be, you know everything is going to be fine
I know Alison huffs, exasperation entering her expression briefly only to be overwritten by worry once more. But
But what ? Harri encourages.
What if I dont get into Gryffindor ? she murmurs.
The Number 23 EnigmaThe Number 23 Enigma5 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
World trade center
Alphabet: The letter W W is the 23 letter of this alphabet. The symbol for that letter is two points down and three points up, AND IF YOU LOOK AT YOUR keyboard right above W is 23
The first song on Side A of the Beatles first Album took 23 takes to record
-first Morse code transmission is reported to have been "What hath god wrought?". A Biblical quote from Numbers 23:23
-Two-thirds or, 2/3, is equal to .666
- Julius Caesar was stabbed 23 times when he was killed.
-Shakespeare was born on April 23. Shakespeare died on April 23. Two 23's equals 46 and, that's how old Shakespeare was when the KJV was published. Grab a King James Version of the Bible and turn to Psalm 46. Count 46 words and you arrive at the word 'shake'. Turn to the end of the chapter and count 46 words backwards and the word you end on is 'spear'
-The Ancient Egyptians hailed the New Year on July 23 - the day Sirius ris
Architect's PleaLandscape Architects PleaArchitect's Plea5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
O Divine Master, bringer of peace and comfort, I praise you for the wonders you have done, Creator of the majestic mountains that Im about to climb, calmer of the sea that assails my mind. These words are not enough to express the praises and thanksgiving that a Beautiful Creator deserves.
Let me forget for a moment the things that occupies my mind and may this humble prayer of adoration rich your throne as a pleasing sacrifice.
Thank you for the gift of beauty, for the wonderful privilege of perceiving these kinds of wonders, a semblance of your wonderful nature. Who am I or what have I done to deserve this kind of pleasure- the pleasure of bringing forth beauty from a human mind to a real and tangible dimension.
Given this burning passion I pray, I pray that the plans my mind dictates from the beat of this vulnerable heart be in line with the purpose you had in your potent mind as you first conceived and established your servant.
May the b
blasphemy IIgolden even as nights grew paleblasphemy II2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and long, the little light reminisced
glimpses of a tattered face;
it was with eyes that sought in
blindness that he reached for
a figure, and it was with intention
named for an angel he only knew
briefly that he became the little
brother named shealtiel, the one
and in bitter reconstruction, Heaven built its fabled trees from blood-soiled wreckage, planting wayward flowers and whispering of betrayals for there were those that had almost-but-not and fewer that had remained wholly loyal.
in a skin that blossomed with
novel sensation, shealtiel recalled
few moments of infancy: there was
sunset, there was warmth, there was
one called abdiel who spoke like he
pained; in the midst of violent hands,
against a backdrop of peril, he stood
like a terrible specter, and had shealtiel
ever known such a love? it burned like
needy bile, retching ugly thoughts of
never finding his memory in the heaps
of lesser brothers or finding abdiel les
Abridged Character SheetAbridged Character Sheet2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
- Book, Chapter
Appearance: (What does your character look like? Written descriptions are fine.)
Other Names: (Nicknames, pen names, pet names, etc.)
Titles: (Prefixes, suffixes, etc. Wikipedia has a great list of these here.)
Alternate Forms: (What can your character turn into, voluntarily or involuntarily, while retaining control over that form or not? Descriptions are fine. An entirely new character sheet would be best.)
Theme Song: (What song best describes you character?)
Death Date: (Leave this blank if you don't know when they will die. You can alwa
Demons are Smarter Than YouThe mist obediently hovers within the binding circle, coming once more and tamely to my call. How raucous it was when first I summoned it! How loudly it roared its name to the ceiling—how silent were the heavens that night. But now it is silent when it arrives, as silent as the heavens when I call, for I have bade it so. With it comes the sulfurous reek of its home and its own pets—a pair of tiny bat-winged imps no larger than my hand—and a deepening of the shadows in my basement conjury.Demons are Smarter Than You2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The fool has cast his spells of summoning again, and never were more clichéd words uttered than in this room. He thinks I am silent because he ordered me to be; I am silent because I know that were I to speak, I would reveal the true depth of his idiocy. And that simply would not do. Not now that I've invested so much time into making this little room homely. My "little" pets—if the stupid scholar knew their true shapes, he would die of fright—are
blasphemyin a Heaven no grander than a forest, He sat upon a throne weaved of ivy and wild roses; it was there He first touched the Universe, and it was there He came to find the thriving rock He named earth. absent lives were flitting about in oceans deep and dark, and He sought to make company, entertainment, using His vast power to manipulate these beings' path. they grew until they resembled His intention, but before the first man thought of the savannah's cruelty or had any thought besides instinct, angels were birthed of the Lord's passing thoughtsblasphemy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He would breathe and exhale
lights that cuddled like sweet birds,
tucked close for warmth in a simple
nest draped with their brothers' down
feathers and cotton brought up from earth;
amongst the soft glow of each new ideal
came a pop like an ember cracking this one
was weakly lit and stuttered its first words
in a hoarse chirp (humanity, love) before it came
to still with its slumbering companions.
in the evening, the lights
Neighbors Through the Glass Revised“Do you know why you’re here?”Neighbors Through the Glass Revised6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A menacing spotlight shone on me from the direction of the ominous voice. I shivered, looking around frantically in the darkness. Where was I and how did I get there?
A sigh emanated from the darkness, and I managed to stumble out an answer in response.
“No. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“We know you didn’t. But you saw something didn’t you?”
I remembered waving to my neighbor from my pod after I’d gotten home from my assigned job as bookkeeper just like I did every day. He was an elderly gentlemen and he lived directly to the right side of me. Our pods were made of glass, like little glass cubicles stacked one on top of the other just like in a skyscraper office building, as the Government described when they first pitched the ideas to the Citizens. They reminded me of a display case for humans. You could see inside each pod on the right and left of your own pod as far as your eye could str
Dead ZoneWe met on an art website—you, me, and the Sprout.Dead Zone4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thing is, the Sprout and I didn't really care about art. Only you did. But when I looked online for a school art project and found you two bickering about something pointless in the comments of a picture that had nothing to do with any of us, I signed up for the site solely for the purpose of telling you two to shut up and take it to someone who cares.
So you sent me your Skype contact.
I expected you to start the conversation with arguments or even flirtation, but instead you just asked me how my day had been, as if we'd always been friends and you were just greeting me on a lonely Tuesday night. When the Sprout joined us a few minutes later, haven taken a bit more time to accept contact with the guy who he had been arguing with earlier, his first words consisted of telling you that you typed slower than his three-year-old niece and brought the conversation to the comfortable squabbling that had taken up most of our relationship.
Woman in WhiteBlinded by her love and painWoman in White6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She walked and lost her way
Her way she did not regain
With her voice, she longed to say
Now, she walks in the night
Seeking a way out
Her eyes no longer giving sight
Her voice unable to shout
Her life cut short she walks in white
Through the wooded glade
The mists that blow through twilight
Her restless soul is swayed
She can't see the light, calling her back home
Though she senses it's true warmth near
In her heart longs to atone
She sheds a silent blackened tear
And continues blindly alone
Abandoning PreciousnessThe most important thing about creating art is to create. If you want to be at ease with creativity, you have to immerse yourself in it, and do a little bit every day. Even if that little bit is only to take five minutes while waiting for the bus to come and do a gesture drawing of a man reading his book across the street from you. Or to take the moment to scribble down a thumbnail rough sketch of a concept that occurs to you. Do a little bit each day. Train your brain to think visually.Abandoning Preciousness2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it.”
“Art is hard!”
“I’m not good enough yet for that piece I’ve always wanted to do.”
“I’m stuck. Artist’ block.”
These are all excuses. Yes art IS hard. Yes, you might not be good enough yet to do that masterwork that you’ve been dreaming of, but let me le
On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for ChildrenThe following essay will appear as an Appendix to the sequel of my fantasy novel, Her Unwelcome Inheritance, which is internationally available in paperback and digital formats from all major online booksellers.On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for Children2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
On the Supposed Unsuitability of Fairytales for Children
Shortly after supporting a local library event promoting fairytale literature, the folklore department at Lightfoot College received an animated communication from a very concerned mother regarding, in short, the "unsuitability of fairytales for children."
As this seems to be a rather widespread idea (I might mention the Daily Telegraph article of February 12, 2012) as well as an oddly long-lived one, I take the liberty of public response.
Blank Character Sheet (Moving to TheChugsBoson!)Blank Character Sheet (Moving to TheChugsBoson!)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Appearance: (What does your character look like? Written descriptions are fine. This can sometimes be combined with the Name perameter.) Example: Zeus
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Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
Slenderman.Stop.Slenderman.4 years ago in Settings More Like This
He might hear you.
I am pressed against the wall. My fingers are spread as wide as they will go as my palms press heavily on the drywall. I take a deep breath. Hold it tight. I feel the air escaping my lungs, my circulation; my blood thinning of oxygen as I hold, one, two, three .
I hear Him slither down the hallway. His movements are languid, snake like, as He comes after me. I can imagine it all in my head: the long, thin arms, coiling around every turn and corner, searching for me. Have you ever noticed His face? His eyesor lack thereof? I have a theory. He doesn't have eyes because He doesn't need them. He hears things. Feels things. Smells things.
I exhale, slowly, hoping not to catch His attention. It's a fruitless thought. He knows where I am. He's only playing with me. A game of cat-and-mouse, where He is the cat, and I am nothing more than a rubber mouse hiding underneath old and rusty furniture. He will
Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Verse: (The universe your character belongs to. Can be original or fanfiction. [Ex: Original : The name of your book, movie, game or whatever. Fanfiction: Pokemon, Star Trek, Naruto, ect.)
Date: (The date this sheet was completed.)
Full Name: (Self explanatory)
Pronunciation: (Self explanatory)
Nickname/Alias: (Does your character have a pet name, fake identity, or any other thing they like to go by? Put it here.)
Meaning: ([Ex: Emily means "admiring" and William means "protector"] If you aren't sure your character's name has a meaning look it up, I'm sure you'll find something. If it's a fantasy name you made yourself, give it a meaning.)
Origin: (How did you come up with your character's name?)
Title: (Do have a title along with their name? [Ex: Sir, Captain, Ms.])
Pet Name: (What do other people call your character? [kid, squirt, babe, ect] May be insulting, endearing, or a combination of both. May have more than one, if other characters call them different things.
ID Number: (A num
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
How Could You?How could you?How Could You?5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How could you walk away from me
I was telling you my dreams.
How could you not have heard me
As I poured out my soul to you.
How could you not have known
That it was you I cared so much for.
How could you have been so blind
And chosen to shut the door.
I don't understand what make you this way.
I can't figure out why you chose not to stay.
Please tell me why you walked out of my life
Because all I do now is hurt inside.
How could I have been so dumb
As to not see the signs.
How could I be so blind
Not listening to your mind, your eyes.
Your body language screamed "GO!"
But your voice whispered "stay".
How could you be so cruel
And hurt me this way.
You knew it was you that I gave my heart to
And you knew I'd be lost if I didn't have you
And still with this knowledge you walked out of my life
And left me in pieces to cry inside.
And now that I know that you are truly gone
I try my hardest to move on
But through all of my pain and sadness too
I have just one question to as
The Number 23 -Chapter 1-The Number 23 -Chapter 1-6 years ago in Horror More Like This
You can call me Fingerling. Its not my real name; I got it from a book I read as a child. Fingerling at the Zoo. Paper flap long gone, it had a green hardback cover and modeled texture. It was possibly my very first book. Funny... I cant recall what it was about. The only thing I remembered was the name, Fingerling. I wished the name was mine, and now it is.
Im a different man, a man of independence and a man of capability. But not entirely capable. I was born this way; I had tried seeing the brighter side to it. For example, if you leave something alone for sometime, your life may change entirely. Depicting the different from normal wouldve been my cause, but instead, I avoided the different... At least I thought I could. I was a simple man. I wish I still was.