Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back 1. I say nothing I am thinking.Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For twelve years I have wanted
to do exactly this, but suddenly
pronouncing my own name calls up
the question of who it belongs to
in the same breath Like
Solomon I was born a singer
but in the wrong key and my
chords will not carry me, will not
summon the wolves to me only
packs of hungry dogs
stupid with domestication
but nearly feral And like
a hungry ghost I have learned
not to speak against those
who will give me food
2. A sketch of myself.
He says I must have been born
in the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste of
the crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,
and suddenly I open my wide arms for
New Orleans, find myself needing the wind from
the Great Plains. Like a buffalo I have the spirit
of the Sun and I carry it with me. I am a plant
of burnt umber,
brown, ready and waiting like
sage bushes, like the hill you go to that is best
for collecting jun
Nothing to See (Being Revised)I wouldn't have taken any notice if it hadn't been for the laughter. It wasn't merry or even cruel. It was the barbarous laughter of evil and vicious darkness and it chilled the marrow of my bones. Turning my head to look down the dim alley, I saw them: a semi-circle of four men focusing on their entertainment for the evening—namely, a fifth fellow and what I assumed was merely a cheap piece, some drugged up doxy earning a wage for her next fix.Nothing to See (Being Revised)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Oh God, how I wish she had been a whore. Some pathetic moll who let herself be roughed up and down for a few bucks, but this was no whore. I wasn't innocent; I'd seen plenty of cocottes and the looks in their eyes that craved money or men or both and I'd witnessed the haunting desperation for something better, along with a resignation to what they had. This woman—so very young—this wasn't a two-bit cyprian, down on her luck, trying to make a dollar and feed a habit.
Bruises marred her
AA: Village: KopavaeVillage Write UpAA: Village: Kopavae3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Name: Kopavae (Koh-Pah-Vae)
- Named after the Oasis that is their primary home (as is Arcadian tradition).
Founded in: 800BC Estimate: After near herd destruction, moved from Earth to Arcadia.
Planet: Arcadia until 2630, when they move to Kispria (See History)
Nearest City: Kopavae, near the Regional Capital Ignus (three days walk)
no wonder it took him 1455 pageswhen i was seven years old, a group of kids in my grade threw rocks at me for liking neopets more than webkinz. from then on, i was convinced i knew what hatred meant. but i don’t know how to describe it to the little girl who sits in the corner of my womb and in ten years might call me mommy and ask for help on dividing the world into black and white.no wonder it took him 1455 pages2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
would i point to the churches with their bigotry? to the cotton fields of the south in the 1800s? to the classrooms of modern day america? would i tell her about how the jews stood in straight lines, waiting to die, with fear in their eyes and faith in their hearts? or would i try and describe the sound tyler clementi’s body made when it hit the water of the hudson river after he jumped from the george washington bridge?
would i point to myself and say, “i am hatred, i am hatred to others. i am lying and cheating and stealing and coveting and jealousy and hubris. i am the idea of every time someone wants to kill someone
CharlieWe're all just kids playing a part. That's what it boils down to.Charlie2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm the kid who gets to play hitman today. The other kids, they're playing guard. Hands in their pockets, feeling up their guns. Makes them feel big. Calms them down. A security blanket in a holster.
That's what it boils down to. Dressing for the part, having the right props. If you're running around in your street clothes, you're a thug, a hood, a gangster. You put on a ninety-dollar suit you picked up at Ross, and all the sudden you're a mobster, a wiseguy, paisano.
You're still just playing Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, Thugs and Mafiosi.
Rule of three. Say it enough times, and you'll convince yourself of it.
Look at yourself in the mirror, jacket and tie and shoulder holster. Tell yourself, "I'm a badass." Wash, rinse, repeat until it sticks. Get into character and stand around, chest puffed out, one hand on your gun, one on your cock.
Repeat the lines you learned watching other people pretend t
sin titulo.Ella siempre se echa a llorar en la puerta-entrada de esa casa vieja con olor-a-gato. Y llora como no te imaginas y el talento literario se le fue al cielo, es que nadie te enseñó a enamorarte así. ¿Y eso qué tiene que ver? Yo lloro porque no sé madurar, el cojín me comió un pedazo de vida y después no sé qué pasó que disfruto tanto dormir, porque es como si nada, como morirse, dejo de soñar lo que sueño todo el día y se me quita esa hinchazón del diafragma y las ganas de morderme los labios tan fuerte. Tan fuerte. De llorar como tonta sin vida, como inútil que no lava un plato y es atolondrada porque sueña tanto. Tanto. Se cansa de soñar y sin soñar no sabe qué hacer no durmió más.sin titulo.6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
If a Feminist Were HonestWhat if a feminist were forced to say what’s really on her mind, like Jim Carrey’s character in Liar Liar? This is how a poem by such a feminist might read.If a Feminist Were Honest9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need feminism because…
Women need more,
Scholarships for college,
New business grants,
Even though they already outnumber men,
In college and entrepreneurship.
We need more female CEO’s and political leaders,
But not more women in…
Forestry, sewage, or mining,
Truck driving, or taxi driving,
Or garbage collection,
Or more men on magazine covers,
Or higher-paid male models,
Or fewer men dying on the job,
Or fewer men dying in wars,
Or fewer homeless men,
Or fewer male suicides,
Or fewer men in prison.
You see, men losing is sexual dimorphism,
While women losing is sexism.
Should be made EQUAL to
The most successful men
Whether they earn it or not.
That’s gender equality!
I need feminism because…
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 RevampedUMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 Revamped2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: X-Men series
First Appearance: X-Men: Evolution "X-23 (2003)"
Voiced by: Tara Strong
Theme song: ???
Alternate costume: Classic X-23
Stage: Bio Plant Disaster (Shared with Marrow)
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Ankle Slice QCF + M
Charged Ankle Slice QCF + Hold M
Decapitating Slice QCF + H
Charged Decapitating Slice QCF + Hold H
Aerial Axe Kick
Crescent Scythe DP + P
Mirage Feint QCB + P
_Sweep The Floor
_Crouching Toe Stabs
_Raging Bull Rush
Rage Trigger QCF + PP
Weapon X's Revenge
Silent Kill QCB + PP + S
Alpha: Stabbing Claws
Theoretical Dog GeneticsWhen I was a kid I can remember being confused by the logic of dog genetics presented in cartoons. When two different looking dogs had puppies, the boy puppies looked like the dad and the girl puppies looked like the mom. I can only guess that this lack of originality was an attempt to cash in on the new character's resemblance to an older character that had already won people over, but where's the fun in that? Being the animal nerd that I am, I resolved to give myself a way to design a realistic guide to prevent such blandness.Theoretical Dog Genetics4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
How to use
Much of this has not yet been proven in studies with real dogs, so if you want to learn more about a real dog it is useful to research the specific breed or likely breeds that are in the dog's background.
Each locus is a spot which can hold two possible alleles out of any number present in the whole species. All together the alleles (genotype) give you the final appearance (phenotype). To decide the appearance of offspring of two characters, g
A Promise Chapter 1 - The New MaidA Promise Chapter 1 - The New Maid3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just to let you know I will add some notes to the story if I need to at the end or the beginning of each chapter. This is completely fan based on the anime/manga Black Butler. This story will not be part of the same storyline as the anime or manga but it will have the same characters and feel to it as the original (hopefully). The character I added to the story is my own and the new storyline is mine as well. Also letting you know now, there is no YAOI in it!!! Thank you for your time.
P.S. I love feedback. If I have any mistakes in the spelling, please NOTE me.
Name: Ramona Branswell
Age: In early twenties
Eye Color: Red and sometimes Blue
Hair Color: Black and Silver/White
The clouds were gray, the night was eerie. The wind blew hard making the rain blast against the windows of the Phantomhive residence. Lightning lighting up the clouds; you could see the shadows of the trees and bu
Hetalia Journal memeLetter FormatHetalia Journal meme3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear -last person to speak to you- ,
This is sort of difficult for me to explain but 1________ 2______. I realized this when you were 3__________ with 4_________. I'm sure you're 5__________ enough to understand that 6_______ 7___________
Your name here
P.S. - 9_________ 10_____________, just thought you should know.
Ok, now that you've looked over the base of the letter, answer these questions and put the answers in the blanks with the corresponding numbers in the letter base.
Post what your letter looks like and let the crack begin!!
1) What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - America
Red - England
White - China
Black - Lithuania
Grey - Greece
Yellow - Turkey
Pink - Sweden
Brown - Poland
Purple - Iceland
No shirt - France
Other - Russia
2) Which is your birth month?
January - and you are getting married
February - fell into a ditch
March - is in love with you
April - is out to get you
May - likes your mom
June - and you are
critica a los suenios...Crítica a los sueños descabelladoscritica a los suenios...6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
¿Quién es el Quijote? Tal vez lo primero que se nos vienes a la mente con este peculiar y gracioso nombre es locura, sin pensar siquiera en el trasfondo del verdadero origen de la palabra ni en cómo debiéramos aplicarla al conocido personaje.
¿Qué quiere decir nuestro subconsciente al pensar instantáneamente en la palabra locura cuando se menciona al famosísimo Quijote?
Primero, debemos saber que el mundo creado por Miguel de Cervantes y Saavedra es, a propósito, incoherente, impredecible y absurdo. La locura del caballero barroco no es más que un exceso de ilusiones que buscan ser concretadas, un anhelo extraño: el querer ser un caballero andante, salvar doncellas y también personas en peligro.
Si nos interiorizamos en el tema y comenzamos a leer la obra, nos encontraremos con ocurrencias bastante ilógicas para esta época: Don Quijote de la Mancha
Five Seasons (Alternate) There was this moment, early last May, when I could have glanced up from the book I was reading at the breakfast table.Five Seasons (Alternate)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could look out my window and see you standing on my lawn, this waif in a windbreaker grinning at a daydream you're probably too old for. I could bring you an umbrella. I could invite you in for coffee, and we could lose the whole day debating questionable Scrabble plays. We could take to the streets after dark and try to find an all-night diner that will feed us both for less than fifteen dollars. I could fall in love with you.
But I don't.
You go home with nothing but a story about how springtime leaves you feeling lonely. Your roommate blows off a dinner date to take you out for drinks. You send a Chardonnay up to the stage between sets and the singer takes you home.
The new girl at work works up the nerve to ask me out.
I don't have a reason to say no.
TPK FanFic:Prologue*Prologue: A New King...*TPK FanFic:Prologue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
*Twas Halloween eve quite a long time ago. Many years before Jack's adventure of Christmas Town, Sandy Claws and snow...*
In a small house where the witches live, they have a young woman lying in bed, having a baby. The woman is a human, but with light blue skin and blue hair, wearing a gray shirt with a black and white striped long skirt. Her husband is the ruler of Halloween, he is a pumpkin headed scarecrow, he is tall and thin. The King of Halloween, Cedric, is there with her. His wife, Jacquine, is growing weak while giving birth to a child. The witches helped her, telling her to push, so the baby could come out. Jacquine gathered her strength and began to push, she screamed as pain comes to her. Cedric grabbed her hand and watch the witches who are telling her to push. The small witch is between Jacquine's legs, seeing a little head of the baby.
"It's coming out! It's coming out, I see the little head!" She exclaimed excitedly. But moments later, the bab
2. THE CANTICLE OF HOPE**** READ THE COMMENT FIRST, PLEASE!****2. THE CANTICLE OF HOPE1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It is said that all the vast lands
molded at the origin of the eras,
were part of a single Empire.
Defended by the Gods with gentle prayers,
prosperous, rich, vast and peaceful,
it was called the Empire without barriers.
The same lands and a single government,
elves, half-elves, humans and fairies,
shared in perfect harmony.
But then, the seed of discord,
by the Gods, as a test, was thrown:
a dragon egg was delivered.
A creature who, at birth,
was to protect the peace and the people,
the Ancients Gods had destined.
That egg should have be protected,
by a guardian elected by the Empire,
watched overand guarded until its hatching.
Only one among all the races
the Ancient Gods had imposed to choose from,
to be responsible for that privilege.
But every race was claiming the egg,
on the grounds that their candidate
was undoubtedly the most worthy.
And of the Ancient Gods failing the test,
the Empire knew for the first time
Joseph Kane/Ronin Young Justice VersionJoseph Kane/Ronin Young Justice Version2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Secret ID: Dr. Joseph Kane
Superhero Alias: Ronin
Group Affiliation: Young Justice (after introductory arc)
Nicknames: Joey (only called that by his little brother), Crazy Genius (by Nightwing, Joseph usually retorts with "Circus Boy")
Hair: Sandy Blond, usually kept short
Physical Description: Lean but Muscular
General Personality: Cheerful and outgoing, but a bit (understatement) of an smartass. Can be over confidant. Also can be a little nutty and hyper depending on the situation (what Sam calls "Joey's Doctor Who moments")
Good Traits: Loyal to his friends and family, never gives up, always willing to help, kind hearted, compassionate, creative, always willing to learn new things
Bad Traits: Stubborn, sometimes arrogant and acts like he's the smartest person in the room (which he usually is, but I digress), while he likes to help people he is slow to accept help from others, sometimes has t
I am from PunjabI amI am from Punjab5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from Lahore, Punjab.
from weddings, festivals,
and prayer calls on Friday.
from the words
Allah, pride, love.
from the feeling of grief, but also of recovery.
from the promise of family and country,
from "Hold your head up high," and
"God helps those who help themselves and others."
from daal chawal,
warm, fresh naan,
watermelon, briyani, lassi.
from neatly cut yards,
tall flowing willows,
from sparkling rivers and rocky hilltops.
I am Desi.
[Zutara] Betrayal of the Heart* PART 4[Zutara] Betrayal of the Heart* PART 42 years ago in Drama More Like This
The kiss before they invaded the fire nation.
She had entirely forgotten about it.
Her first kiss.
With her best friend, who was also like a little brother to her.
The feeling in her stomach grew worse.
Is this what people are talking about when they say you get 'butterflies in your belly'? She had always imagined it totally different, more like happiness and joy instead of guilt and sickness.
Was it wrong to kiss him? Does he have a crush on me? Am I having a crush on him? Am I raising his hopes for something more than friendship?
So many questions and no answers.
Everyone was tugging into their dinner greedily since Katara entirely forgot to fix lunch for them. The mood was lightly and happy and Katara let herself get swept with the mood, trying to forget her worries.
She noticed Zuko looking at her sometimes during the meal in what looked like agony. She got annoyed and gave him a dirty look so he would look away.
If she only knew Zuko could feel her pain himself because
The Beggar's Gift (A Love Story)She wandered the shadows of the streets day and night, face hidden and a frayed basket in her hands. A beggar. Shunned, she became like a bit of dust in the breeze, lost among the many faceless passerby. But she would not be deterred. Her task was one worthy of determination, it was too important to be left to chance.The Beggar's Gift (A Love Story)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For she was not trying to get, but to give.
The beggar bore the basket before her as if it were made of spun glass and it was only her sheer will power holding it together. She offered it up to any gentlemanly face that came her way.
“Please sir, will you take this gift?”
But those few that did not pass by her wordlessly, simply gazed at it momentarily before unintelligibly muttering what she presumed to be an apology and continued on their way.
“Please sir, will you take this gift? All I ask is for one in return.”
Each day she tirelessly asked her question, hoping that one day someone would accept.
Once there was a man. He stopped, peering in the
LuxembourgLuxembourg4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Representing Country: Luxembourg
Capital City: Luxembourg
Human Name: Lydia-Rose Bonnefoi
Origin of Name: German and French
Nicknames: Lux and Lyd
Physical Age: 18
Actual Age: Unkown
Birthday: June 9th
Languages: French, German, Luxembourgish
Population: 503, 302
Area: 2,586 sq km
Floral Emblem: Rose
National Animal: Red Lion
National Holiday: June 28th
National Dish: Judd Mat Gaardebou'nen
Religion: Roman Catholic
Type of Government: Constitutional Monarchy
Flag: Three simple lines. It starts with red, white, then blue.
Hair Colour & Style: long wavy Auburn hair usually down with bangs that cut across her forehead to the right
Eye Colour: Deep blue with hints of light green, gold, and silver
Skin Tone: Pale
Weight: 140 lbs.
Body Type: Hour Glass
Outfit: Usually always a classical Lolita dress
Scars/Tattoo's/Piercings: Although it remains unseen, she has many scars covering her
Personality & Interests
Overall First Appearance:
A Heart Warming Bday Surprise! Kid!LovixKid!ReaderYou smiled to yourself as you finished getting ready for the big and fancy dinner your husband was going to take you out to today. You checked your reflection in the mirror, making sure that every part of your outfit and overall appearance was to your liking.A Heart Warming Bday Surprise! Kid!LovixKid!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Then you went through your jewelry box to see exactly what piece of jewelry would complement the dress. You looked through various items and smiled as you dug through it. You didn't really like to keep too much jewelry, but the ones you did keep had deep value. There was the crystal pendant... the heart locket... and a tiny little pink heart necklace.
You took it out and giggled to yourself. At that point, Lovino stuck his head in the room with a confused look on his face.
"What's so funny?"
You turned around and showed him the necklace. Curious, he came closer and took it from you. Once he recognized what it was, he laughed and then put the necklace on as he kissed your cheek.
"Was that the present I gave you around the time when