Chicken Banana TheoryChicken Banana Theory9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Chicken Banana Theory
A man walks down the street and encounters another man. This other man believes he is a chicken, and promptly approaches the first man to inform him of this amid a series of chicken-noises. The first man acknowledges this, and hurries past.
Later, the first man is walking back along this same path and encounters the same man, though this time, the other man no longer believes that he is a chicken, but rather a banana.
This is an illogical transition– one cannot logically explain it by tracking the events that led to this mental transfiguration from chicken to banana. You cannot, for example, say that the man woke up thinking he was a chicken, had coffee, went to work, stood by the copier, and suddenly decided at that moment to become a banana. It does not follow any course of logic– it is the realm of insanity.
Consider then the deeper reasons for transition from chicken to banana. Did the man first believe he was a chicken to fulfill some need, then change his st
All That Matters After going back inside, Professor Ivy and her Chansey helped clean up Mattias, then sprayed Super Potion on his injuries. Mattias was then brought back to the aquarium where he was comforted by the mantine and mantyke. A little flabébé, who had witnessed what went on earlier, slipped into the backyard, where the top of the aquarium was. She wanted to give her condolences to Mattias, so she used her fairy powers to make a water lily appear on the surface of the water.All That Matters2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mattias appreciated the gift the young fairy gave him, and showed it with a warm expression and a nod. BiiMii visited Mattias later that day, at the top of the aquarium. She was still concerned about how he was feeling, but Mattias, with a affectionate expression, assured her, he will be fine. Everyone's comfort helped him feel better, although he was still bothered by the fact that Missingno had committed necrom
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She raised her palms to the sky, fingers spread, and sunk her toes into the earth. Heat-filled particles of light warmed her face and the moist cool matter softened her toes. This was life and she relished in its glory.
Nature was her mother and the ruler of the cosmos was her father. She imagined herself as a tree, her feet diving down into the rich folds of the earth, planting their roots, while her fingers extended to the heavens forming into a million branches. Leaves and flowers exploded from her branches as they begged for the gift of light from the sun.
She walked in beauty. From where she stood, a gathering of red poppies reached to her gently brushing against her calf, begging to feel her touch. She leaned forward caressing the petals with the tips of her fingers and the flowers gently kissed her face in return. She laughed. She had always imagined that poppies would make for extremely faithful friends, providing every comfort and need in times of despair, but they would alway
Queen RegnantAs you embroidered autumnQueen Regnant1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
into my bones, I heard the
trees giggle to themselves:
"We're going to make all
the leaves change color,
pin them along the sidewalk
for you to follow and we'll
wreathe them in your hair.
You will be our daughter."
You folded apples into my smile,
making it crisp, but sweet. I
took the time to thank you by
shrugging off my sweater and
giving it to you. A daughter
of the trees, braided with their
leaves, needs no protection
from the elements that embrace her.
"Your leaf diadem suits you,
daughter," they say as
their branches weave between
gusts of wind. For once,
I believe them.
Lady Of The GladeMoonlight in a fairy dell, with stone and tree close by,Lady Of The Glade4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The breath of heaven from hidden blooms,
The fates are weaving on their loom,
The mysteries, for you and I.
Warm summer night all deepened dark,
Gives shelter to a secret lore,
While over in the far north east
Shines the light of coming day.
And in this hallowed glade we stay,
For we must see the rising Sun in gladness,
Through wooded paths of morning mist.
My friend, you will forget a while,
Then waken from your modern dream.
I will still remember you,
The Lady of the glade.
If we once loved, in that secret dell,
Then we once loved as friends,
And friends we are, and friends will be,
Not stinting, always meeting,
In summer's hazy play.
And as Autumn unpins her russet hair,
My friend, will you always stay?
Letter to a PoetDear Sir/Madam,Letter to a Poet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It has come to our attention
this is the twenty-third rejection
of work you have submitted to our site.
We don't wish to be alarming
and we hope this sounds disarming,
but your use of metaphor is somewhat trite.
We somewhat like the concept
(the execution is inept)
besides, your work just does not meet our theme.
You need to have more adjectives
and words like gloam and mucilage,
and phrases that go along in kind.
Please keep the imagery obscure -
the reader never should be sure
just what it is the author has in mind.
Pick a structure we all can stand -
we find your rhythm rather bland
and no deep meaning can the reader find.
So in short, we will be leaving -
please consider basket weaving
or perhaps take up bowling as a sport.
Or perhaps try stamp collecting
for your work we are rejecting.
Poetry should be your last resort...
How Not to Write Love InterestsUPDATE: READ THE NEW EXTENSION TO THIS POST. LINK IN DESCRIPTION!How Not to Write Love Interests2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Despite the few who haven't caught on yet and still believe that "kids hate reading," we all know that these days, reading is popular.
"I'm just like Belle from Beauty in the Beast, because I love books," teenage girls are saying, while teens of both genders are sitting down to enjoy things like Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Eragon, Lord of the Rings and other more obscure titles.
This is just what we've been hoping for, isn't it? Kids and teens finally taking an interest in literature. It has finally become cool. They're thinking of themselves as rebels or nerds or hipsters, all of which are just new versions of the word cool.
Ah, finally people are spending their time having actual constructive hobbies.
...Or are they?
Here I am going to explore just how this isn't necessarily true; how sometimes your time can be better spent playing a good, mind-building video game or watching a wholesome, creative
A Very Merryweather ChristmasA Very Merryweather Christmas6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Very Merryweather Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the castle
Not a creature was stirring,
except the mouse who was giving me a hassle.
And I in my fez and she in her bow
had gotten, I confess,
in a bit of a row.
Dandy had coughed up the tinsel
our pie was stolen as it cooled on the sill,
and the worst tragedy of all
it seemed Santa was ill!
"But who'll bring the babies their presents?"
My wife asked of me.
"There will be nothing to give them--
no cheese 'neath the tree!
We must go out tonight, you drive the sled
and I can break into homes
while they sleep in their beds."
"But skweekheart," I answered,
"that simply won't do,
I'm a Vampire and by morning
we'll never be through!"
So we both thought together
for an idea most clever
and exclaimed together:
"Let's ask Mr. Merryweather!"
But it seems that we weren't the only ones scheming,
for on the other side of the island
Jackie was giving Jack Frost a good reaming:
"But Jack," she whined,
with a pout on her fa
a-another poem...a-another poem...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am alone in my room with no body there with me...
what do you see in me? I decided...i kill a guy named lee..
funny right? I dont think so...i kill many people before...
and plus my doors only open inward...now it doesn't anymore
everyone thinks I change...do you think so?
I am just a dark crow
I really cant deal with this
I shouldn't exists...
looking up to darkness
but people think I am harmless
but my friends dont think that
I am such a brat!
I should be leave alone forever and always...
in the dark hallways
why should I be with all of you?
I just a flu....
I just get in everyone way
I just ended their day...
my name means the dark one...
I wish I was gone!
Forever from this dark world
I curled up like a little ball
focused only on my self
is lonely with lost dark wealth
closes eyes with deep depression
with my obsession
for killing and pain
I was insane~
please forgive me...
it isn't easy...
forgiving me...for all I have done
but I was stun when all of you forgav
real artyou already told mereal art4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if a girl were art,
you'd fuck her brains out
but you should know
a bed is a bed
and not a canvas,
her hands are not bristles
but palms and fingers,
her face is not a figure
of pastels, but a face,
and her arms and thighs are
not tools, but arms and thighs
and her voice does not
hold reds, or oranges,
or violets, or greens,
it holds a human.
The roseThe rose,The rose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she wraps around my fingers,
her thorns form a haven of dark promise but prick me not.
Her fragrance sweetly robs me of thought,
and the vibrancy of her petals entice me.
In her trance, I trace their silk drunkenly.
She has me.
If I intended on leaving, I could not. And I do not.
She scratches me in my ecstasy,
her thorns run trails over my skin.
The sting is sweet, sweet as her aroma.
She has me
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all."Complicated4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?"
"There is nothing wrong with you."
"Can you say that again?"
"I said, you aren't sick!"
"Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway."
"You're a hypochondriac."
"What?! Listen you-"
"Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing."
"So. What did the doctor say?"
"That it's complicated."
"Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out."
"You sound skeptical."
"You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class."
"And about how your heart races and your hands shake."
"And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate."
"Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you."
"Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Tell me something. Have you noticed
Making History"What do I mean to you?"Making History4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was sitting there, wearing that dress that made her look like a Thursday night just before a long weekend, and a smile on her lips that could have confused the Mona Lisa herself.
"What do I mean to you?"
It was not like she had to repeat herself. It's just that he needed to find an answer that would find its way to her thrice broken heart.
"What do I mean to you?"
And since the third time's the charm, he opened his mouth and let her know.
"You aren't pretty.
You aren't lovely.
You aren't any of the things that make the world go around.
You aren't a doll, you never do what you're told.
You aren't a listener, and you talk too much."
Her face crumbled and she turned away, long hair falling over her face like a curtain. And then, a soft voice, like a single light in a dark room, found its way into her broken heart.
"What you are, is the kind of girl who is beautiful.
What you are, is the kind of girl who is unique.
What you are, is the kind of gir
Yogscast quiz (how well do I know them?)Who Is Xephos?Yogscast quiz (how well do I know them?)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Simon [ ]
Martyn [ ]
Who is Honeydew?
Hannah [ ]
Duncan [ ]
What is yogtowers?
A server [ ]
An adventure map created by the yogscast [ ]
I have no idea [ ]
The place that most of the yog members work in [X]
What Is Martyn's channel name?
Martyn Yogs [ ]
Martynlittlewood [ ]
What is Hannah's relationship with Lewis?
She's his sister [ ]
She's his cousin [ ]
They went to school together [ ]
She's his girlfriend [X]
Finish the lyric 'Cuz its a minecraft Christmas time, chilling with my buddy...'
cause i'm a really cool guy [ ]
Even though i'm offline [X]
at this party [ ]
I am Dave younaught!
What? [ ]
And I like turtles! [ ]
And I have the balls! [X]
Which member is Scottish?
Sips [ ]
Duncan [ ]
What nationality is Sips?
British [ ]
American [ ]
Irish [ ]
What is Area11?
A band [X]
A German youtuber [ ]
What the yogscast somet