Wild Cat: Chapter Ten: Quick FixWild Cat: Chapter Ten: Quick Fix3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I took note of my Tribe mates leaving, even poor Luckpaw, who seemed to have liked my dear apprentice, though, Vinetail sent her on errands, what was she doing now? She thought she was being so sneaky, I could see her though.
"Lilyspirit, please, we have to move him to my den." Vinetail urged. I let a low growl, that spoke of my displeasure, and earned me a look from my Tribe mates, but what did it matter? They didn't realize how much I needed this apprentice; I am old, not as young as I used to be.
"Come on now!" I heard a voice snap at me, I whipped around to face them, ready to scold them for challenging me, but my fur lay flat when I saw it was Volejump.
"Come now, we both know how important he is to you, but it won't help when he's out there, it's going to rain, eventually." He gave a small smile, and with Vinetail's, Icepaw's, and my help, we gently moved him into Vinetail's den.
"Volejump!" I snapped when we were done, his ears twitch to signal they heard
At The Other End of the BulletThey say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Well, that didn't really happen to me. I remember it hurting; a searing pain in the back of my mind, and then it was all over...At The Other End of the Bullet2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found myself floating, drifting high above the battlefield. My feet touched something that felt like an invisible glass floor, and soon I found that I was able to stand on it. It took awhile to get over my fear of heights, but once I did; I opened my eyes and just, watched, as the entire world carried on.
Funnily enough, I didn't feel much of anything at the time. I guess they tend to play it up in the movies. They always show that people remain angry, that people have feelings of wanting to do something or to accomplish something. But once you're gone, you don't actually feel much of that.
Instead, I remember being calm. I was very calm after that final moment. I would poke my head every now and again, thinking that the skin would feel raw, but other than that; I was alright. I
I Am Here Lullaby - PLEASE DON'T STEALI Am Here Lullaby - PLEASE DON'T STEAL3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I Am Here
Do not fear
I am here, I am here
Do not cry,
You must try
I am here, I am here
Take my hand,
Walk with me to the willow
Let the stars shine bright
Lay your head upon the pillow.
Do not fear, dream in peace tonight.
Do not cry,
You must try,
I am here, I am here
Do not fear.
I am here, I am here.
Let the stars shine bright,
Let them guide you,
through the night.
Do not fear,
I am here.
Understanding AUTISMUnderstanding AUTISM4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
UNDERSTANDING AUTISM SPECTRUM DISORDERS
Click on Symptoms of Autism Spectrum Disorders to get more information about some of the Autism Spectrum Disorders.
The following is a simplified explanation of autism, followed by more detail. Near the end, I talk about HOW TO OVERCOME AUTISM. I will also talk about my own personal story of growing up Gay and overcoming much of my Autism. Just know that I finally got there I learned how to connect with people and make many friends, to find real love, not just people using me, and to find a measure of joy and happiness in life.
AUTISM SPECTRUM DISORDERS
It used to be that people were diagnosed with a specific Syndrome, like:□ Asperger Syndrome
□ High-Functioning Autism
□ Sensory Processing Disorder (Sensory Integration Dysfunction)
□ Developmental Coordination Disor
Just Smile...Perhaps I should confess to you,Just Smile...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity...
Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall.
But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats5 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.
In my head...In my head,In my head...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The birds that fly above me
Are the dragons of my kingdom.
In my head,
Cats and dogs are lions and wolves,
And my fish is a sea monster.
In my head,
My pen is a sword,
And I’m fighting witches and evil men
To find my prince charming.
In my head,
Butterflies spin through the air
And fly through my bedroom windows
To whisper things in a language
That only I understand.
In my head,
There is a world other than
These black and white dreams
And these faded grey skies.
In my head,
There is a universe.
Can’t you see it, too?
mother, i...mother, i...mother, i...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to a six-year-old
a hospital is just fun
a new place to explore
and pretend that vending machines
make everything taste better
and it's an adventure
to wash hands and somehow
keep Mom safe from
the pathogen that i am
but somehow the fact that
you can no longer hold me
is scarier than the scar
stretching across your stomach, dimpled
at each end and accompanied
by stretch marks (at least
one tenth of those
are my fault)
doesn't include word problems
or fear of cancer
because Mom is all-powerful
and she doesn't run from things
(they run from her and hide
hoping to wait out discipline
from work-seasoned hands)
it took fourteen years of experience
to realize that a 50% chance
i will have your scars
just so long as you will hold me
[and it's okay if i don't survive
because you did]
Cronus/Kankri: RebellingKankri sat on a park bench, hand-in-hand with Cronus, examining the pretty scenery. The leaves on the trees were turning yellows, reds, and browns as fall was coming fast in the small neighborhood. Children jumped in small piles of leaves, giggling and crying out with glee. It made Kankri feel good seeing all these kids having such a wonderful time together in harmony.Cronus/Kankri: Rebelling2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The parents, however, weren’t having a great time seeing Cronus and Kankri sitting in their children’s play area.
Cronus sat on the bench, completely oblivious to all the attention his candy cigarette was attracting. Of course, he wouldn’t have cared even if he had noticed. It was his style, and he was known for being rebellious against ‘the man’ or any other adults that stood in his way.
Kankri easily noticed all the stares and decided to speak up. “Cronus, that candy cigarette is drawing the wrong kind of attention to us. I would appreciate it if you threw it out while we’re in
Eridan x SolluxYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!Eridan x Sollux3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You and the stranger both like Homestuck.
Stranger: wwell hello
You: 2up dude
Stranger: oh hey sol
You: oh fii2hdiick, hey
Stranger: wwhat are you up to?
You: codiing liike u2ual
Stranger: just finished playin some human games wwith gam
You: and how diid that go?
You: well iit ii2 Gamzee
Stranger: wwell, evver heard of "The Pocky Game" or "Nervvous test"?
You: no, what are they about?
Stranger: Pocky game is for kissin
Stranger: nervvous test...wwell...touchin each..other..
You: what do you mean 'touchiin each other'?
Stranger: ahem, wwell... slide your hands around the others body until they get nervvous....crotch area included..
You: and you played that wiith Gamzee
Stranger: vvery...I lost..
Stranger: I didn't knoww wwhat they wwere before www played em...
You: next tiime a2k what they are about then
You: iit could have been wor2e
Stranger: trust me I wwill!!
You: 2o why dii
I take the busI take the bus as a metaphor:I take the bus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a desert island populated
by people who have no choice but to
wake up every morning and endure each other
Because that’s all we humans do
pretending not to stare at each other
standing so close together
that the spaces in between are ignored
The only time we’re ever still
is on a moving bus
I stare at their shoes
to avoid staring at their faces
and try to guess
what kind of person they are
and whether or not they’ll survive
There are two types of people in this world:
those who wear different shoes every day
and those who don’t notice what they put on their feet
I take the bus
in a sea of human beings
and drown in the morning silence as a metaphor
Trees know how to be braveThe trees are resigned to dyingTrees know how to be brave2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and still they do not shrivel
against the brutal winds of August.
They reach out. Reach up. Grasp.
They etch out, as veins,
into the tender flesh of the sky
and pierce the sun with broken fingers
trying hard to warm aching bones
for their first and final days
of a life as a skeletal dream.
Trees know that tragedy is not death
but what we let die in us, in life.
Who Are You - II - KathrynODriscollI am gallbladder andWho Are You - II - KathrynODriscoll2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rubber taste of my own tongue -
I am a kidney stone,
a heart murmur
and a half digested ball of dust.
I am, in sum,
every part of me
that I couldn't give away
to help someone else.
Autumn DreamsAutumn Dreams2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To the artist, and to the real Rosamund...
Autumn dreams of rain,
of softly falling dew, moist enough to
drench the thirsting, yearning pain,
and of starry, glass-eyed drops in lieu
of bittersweet winds and the stain
of leaves – so all the night through,
Autumn dreams of rain.
The last time Rosamund went out on the rowboat, she was six and called it the rowing boat because that’s what her grandad from England called it. She took with her an already-opened umbrella in case it rained, and wore her favourite dress with her favourite coat and second-favourite scarf (nothing matched) because it was chilly out. She had socks on before she remembered that she hadn’t put her shoes away and didn’t know where they were. So she wore socks but no shoes. And that was how she went out on the rowboat.
I should know, I watched her.
She went out the backdoor, balanced precariously on tiptoe, and crept down the pathway, to where the river lapped too loud to ignore.