LOL at that Limerick ContestLOL at that Limerick Contest6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Christian Bale viewed his reflection with a grin
He was covered from big toe to chin
Halloween was his fave
And sweets he did crave
Yup, the 'Dark Knight' would soon ride again
With pumpkin-bucket, he stood at the door
He had rung this doorbell twice before
His Batman costume was a hit
But a rather tight fit
He'd already eaten candies galore
The little kids were all up in a riot
The big kid in the Bat-suit was a pirate
He was collecting every treat
Down their little street
It was time for the Bat-dude to 'buy-it'
Christian heard an internal alarm bell
And finally the other shoe fell
Little monsters converged
Their sugarless rage having surged
So he fled like a bat-outta-hell
Truth or Lie - TGAge Eight.Truth or Lie - TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do you want the truth, or the lie?"
I looked up from my book, tightening my left hand around the spin so that I could shield my eyes with the right. "Excuse me?"
It was hard to focus on the man in front of me, with the light of the sun shining directly past, but I thought I detected a hint of smile on the man's lips. "I asked if you, Marvin, whether you wanted the truth, or the lie."
"I would choose truth," I declared, immediately.
The man stepped a little closer to me, tilting his head back. I could see a little more of him, the wheathered and sun-darkened skin beneath a cowboy hat. I thought he looked old; he didn't look old, he just felt it, sort of. His eyes looked so serious.
"Are you sure?" he asked me. "Why not the lie?"
I stared at him for a moment, and then looked back at my book, drawing it up to my eyes. "I thought you'd ask better questions, with a look like that. That's a boring one. Everyone knows you can't build anything real on a line, right? You're boring."
Rebecca Black TGRebecca Black TG3 years ago in Settings More Like This
I'm Craig. I'm 19 years old.
I was on YouTube, looking through some random videos, clicking on random suggestions that came up. Somehow I got to Friday by Rebbeca Black.
"It's been a while since I've done some trolling, might as well start off with an easy one," I said to myself.
'This song, if you can call it that, is an absolute disgrace...'
I was cut off when pain filled my entire body. All my hair fell out, but then soft, lucious black hair shot out of the top of my head until it reached just past my shoulders. Pain flooded through my face as it softened and became rounded. My lips became pout and my eyelashes grew out.
The changes moved down my body as my shoulders crashed inwards. My arms lost all muscle mass whilst my hands shrank and my fingers grew thinner. My finger nails then grew slightly longer. Great pressure began to build up in my chest before my skin stretched out to form my new breasts until they reached a B-cup.
My core then hardened and my hips grew out while the re
Luna Paws ~ Bio 2015Luna Paws ~ Bio 20153 months ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
"Awww! It's okay! aunty loo loo is here uwu"
Basic Background information:
Luna is a supporting protagonist within the main cast of CJRFM... eeeeeyep!
Luna is a voluptuously curvaceous 19 year old panda chick (and adorable marshmallow) of Chinese ancestral decent. Often nicknamed "loo" or "loo loo" for extra cuteness, she is very much the British "Garage Girl" stereotype. With her East London Cockney Accent, tattooed cleavage, pearl earrings and puffy pink bomber jacket. But like Minx and her clashing subcultures, Luna also has a bit of scene queen mixed in! (If that isn't obvious) xD so yeah she's a babe! Luna grew up on the same council estate with most of the main cast, being familiar with a handful of characters since she was a little girl. She lives in a small flat with her single father (an ex police officer). Her mother I won’t go into detail about because I don't want to spoil any plot but lets just say it's complicated =w=” Luna spends most of
CuesCue a bold symphony of hope,Cues6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Call for the light cast by longing.
Tiptoe, like a Degas dancer,
As cloaked as a dagger; reduced
To love’s bloody understudy.
and we found...we love like we sin, terrified and breathless.and we found...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are tea-at-midnight girls, naming constellations
that don't exist after lost tourists we meet on the
street, reminding our freckle covered shoulders
that even beautiful things can be made ordinary.
we are broken fingers and half-closed eyelids and a
penchant for mischief. we are ribbon skin and frantic
desires and incandescent hope. we are a voice spilling
secrets to falling leaves diving after their arachnid brothers,
mimicking the millions before us who were
judged unfairly, unjustly but all too correctly.
we whisper promises to dandelions because they do not
know how to hold grudges and we refuse to die because
the world can not stand the sight of our scars and
cloud-colored eyes filled with a malady called freedom.
we are believers and dreamers and scared to death but we
are not done yet. we are dusty library windows and thunder
raking through bones and leaving eyes glowing, skin shaking,
burning whispers of 'I'm sorry, but this is
Dusk at Sea chapter 3Avy's eyes widened so much Acacia was afraid the violet and white orbs would roll straight out of her head.Dusk at Sea chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"A storm?! What do you mean, a storm?" She shrieked. She threw her hands about desperately and accidentally smacked the hull. She squeaked and cradled her hand against her chest, forcibly calming down some.
"Its okay, Avy. This isn't the first storm I've sailed through."
Avy let out a whimper, and Acacia sat on the bed to gently rub her niece's back. Avy's shoulders slowly released tension, and after a minute she leaned her head to rest her cheek against her aunt's shoulder.
"Why did there have to be a storm?" She sighed.
"Do you want the scientific reason or was that rhetorical?"
Avy cracked a wobbly smile. "Rhetorical."
"I know, I was just trying to get you to smile," Acacia chuckled. She studied her niece's expression and patted her niece on the back gently. "That'll have to do." She stood up and looked over her shoulder at Avy. "I'm going to go let our sailors know. You sit t
Paneling tips for mangaPaneling tips for manga11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Paneling is a part of Graphic design. O_- It's an art in itself, think of how you would do a collage and put together a puzzle, that's how paneling works.
You must understand the basic 2D design element:
movement, center of interest, value contrast, volume, size, perspective.... so on and on....
As for paneling.... there is no set way to do it, whether drawing the picture first, or draw the panel's first, or draw the panels and the pictures back and forth.... it's all upto the artist, as long as the result is satisfying to the artist. Just experiement and find the best way that suits you.
1. Panels must support your content: That's the most important thing.... if one line is going over an important character's head shot, omit that line and let the character stand out~ If one frame is more important than the other, you wish to make it a focus on the page, make that frame larger than the others, sometimes it can even overlap other panels alittle. However, being overly complicated
Theme 87: FoodTHEME 87: FoodTheme 87: Food4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(With all household Milliners)
Hatter Tock had prepared a lovely Earth pasta dish for dinner. After a short grace had been said for the Queen Issa, everyone began to serve themselves to the main course: a steaming, tender pasta. Savory tomato and basil sauce was passed around the table to accompany it. A bowl of salad and a fabric-lined breadbasket were present as well.
Tock, being the cook, was wary about what the others thought of the dish. It had been a very easy and simple meal; boiling water was not hard for him, nor was creating a tomato sauce. Salad was easy enough, and the bread he had prepared from scratch was fine as well. He always enjoyed cooking and wanted only for everyone to enjoy the taste of his wonderful kitchen creation.
Tock glanced at Rohin, who sat next to him. Rohin had piled mostly pasta on his plate, and of course, he had completely passed on the salad. With a sigh, Tock watched as Rohin quickly stuffed his mouth full of pasta.
"Rohin, don't eat
Colouring Outside the LinesA little something that hit me while reading a Storm Hawks fan fiction. I feel, that despite being adversaries, Aerrow and the Dark Ace have a lot more in common than is shown through out the series. They both strive to give their all. Aerrow for the safety of Atmos, Dark Ace for Cyclonia. In this piece I will attempt to give a pass to the never ending act of a man who's heart is among the clouds.Colouring Outside the Lines4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I do not own Storm Hawks. If I did, this would be made reality.
Coloring Outside the Lines
He is different from the others. He takes leaps and bounds while his peers choose
to walk. He dreams of flying high above the clouds, while others let gravity keep them down and chained to the ground. He is cut from a different cloth. A stitch woven into my fabric. He is Aerrow of the Storm Hawks. Their beloved leader and friend.
With the red headed squadron leader, it is always 'leap before you look'. To soar around in the sk
Lantern Light Within the MindLeft in darkness,Lantern Light Within the Mind6 years ago in Open More Like This
When seeking light,
Trapped within an endless night.
Light your lantern,
Search for day,
Trust not the sun to light the way.
For only when the night is done,
Do the stars yield to the sun.
So trust your senses,
Use your sight,
To lead you from the endless night.
Forgive.Forgive.Forgive.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Would you forgive if the two people you trusted betrayed you behind your back together. Would you be angry, upset or happy? Forgive or forget. Which is which? Forgiving is forgiving someone, accepting their apology and what they did was wrong, but do we ever really forgive? The thing that they did no matter how big or small will always be in our minds, in our hearts and souls and we will never forget what they did. So when we say forgive we never really forgive because someone will always remind us then there will be a little bit of us that hates them. Forgetting, this could mean two things. Forget the thing the person did or forgetting the person. Well since I just explained to you that we do not forget the mistakes people make then no we won't/can't forget, so 'forget' must mean that we simply forget about the person but sometimes this is difficult, much more difficult than anyone intended. I mean there are the people that are always saying things about the person, asking qu
Ruined GiftsJanie was a very special child. When she was very young, she would watch her parents play pool, and she would move the balls as they were hit, bending and changing their paths very subtly to points that would frustrate, confuse, and amaze the players of the game. As she grew older, she began to discover more hidden talents. The minds around her became open; she could see inside any person's thoughts nearly effortlessly. She tried to share these gifts and more with other people, but they did not understand. Repeatedly, she was told it was "pretend" and that these things could not, and should not, be done. The longer she heard it, the more she believed it. And now, when she tries to move the billiard balls? All she can see is a wall.Ruined Gifts6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Theme 10: Breathe AgainTHEME 10: Breathe AgainTheme 10: Breathe Again4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(With Hatter Madigan and Weaver)
Wondertropolis was at peace. In fact, so was all of Wonderland. Redd gone, Arch gone, Glass Eyes destroyed, wars stopped- it was a wonderful time now in Wonderland.
Or so thought everyone except the great Hatter Madigan. Well, he did think it was nice to have peace, of course, but... his mind wasn't at peace. He didn't feel it. The peaceful serenity of the newly born Alyssian Age wasn't diffusing into his bones.
And it was because of her.
The name drummed in his mind. Weaver. Her beautiful face was forever embedded in his heart, and it was his heart that could no longer feel satisfaction from everyday life. With his daughter in place as the Queen's bodyguard, Hatter had plenty of time to go over the Millinery Code. He would make frequent visits to the HATBOX and bury himself within Millinery combat training. He looked over administrative paperwork for the Millinery and attended the Board meetings according to his job. He
Tiny AcornAcorn, oh tiny acorn as small as can be,Tiny Acorn4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
tiny and defenseless like a fly being swatted by a giant hand.
After years has passed not so tiny anymore.
Now big and tall, so tall it reaches the heavens,
Tall Mighty Oak Tree is your new name.
Martha: PrologueMartha say's hello, she enjoys long walks on the beach with her dog snoopy and love's watching television. She doesn't like people of the male gender but she enjoys criticizing them. She is single (yes lads this one may be for you) but you'd have to be extra special to get with her because as i said she doesn't take to kindly to male species. (Sorry guys for getting you excited) She will be nice to you if you're nice to her and she is like the grinch because she doesn't like Christmas, her favorite holiday season is Halloween because she gets to scare children and eat sweets. She enjoys Hazelnut Hershey's chocolate bars but don't give her them too often other wise she will get fat. Her mother and father never seemed to exist. She was found lying on the side of the road and a foster home took her in. She is now 15 and almost allowed to leave. We have tried to track down her birth parents but there is just no luck. She shampoo's her hair with head and shoulders to get that shiny look. WeMartha: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
part3I crashed against the fire escape ladder, wincing in pain. My shoulder felt wet, warm, and hellishly painful. I placed my hands and feet on both sides of the ladder and slid down, trying to ignore the blistering heat that the friction caused against my palms. I could hear the sirens of the fire trucks (automatically called by my opening the fire escape) approaching quickly. If I could only stay free for a short while longer, I could lose them in the ruckus of the fire fighters and the crowds that would be trying to figure out what was going on.part36 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I reached the ground and ran through the alley between the buildings, clutching my right upper arm. I had been hurt worse than this, but pain isnt something that you really get used to. You can go numb for a while, but youll feel pain sometime. The warm, wet blood on my hand sent me into a freakishly unwelcome flashback.
I knelt on the floor, trying to soak up the blood with a bed sheet. It was a clumsy, diff
If I Set You On FirePerson A: Hm. Your hair looks particularly flammable today.If I Set You On Fire6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Person B: What's that supposed to mean?
Person A: Well, I was just thinking that if someone were to light you on fire, your hair would probably be the first thing to go.
Person B: Oh. (pause) You're not planning on, like...actually lighting me on fire...are you?
A: No, probably not.
B: So why'd you say it in the first place?
A: I don't know. I just figured if I ever wanted to light someone on fire, it'd probably be you.
B: Okay, now you're just freaking me out.
A: Yeah, it's not the first time I've gotten that.
B: When else have you "gotten that?"
A: I dunno. Like this one time I was lighting some toilet paper on fire in my backyard and my Mom starts freaking out thinking I would set something on fire. I tried to explain to her that I had already set something on fire, but she didn't get it.
B: Well if you ask me, she had a right to freak out. I wouldn't want some kid setting fire to my lawn.
A: I didn't set fire to her
The Path's Poison WallAt the end of the path stands a poisonous wall.The Path's Poison Wall6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blackened and darkened, and standing too tall.
Its poison is leaking,
Destroys what I'm seeking,
Takes root in the mind,
Leaves nothing to find.
Close to invisible...
How can you destroy something you cannot see?
Flowing WordsLife it's in your caloused hands, hearing the beats of those angelic bands.Flowing Words7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listen to the music let it flow, listen to my words just please don't go.
One more time and one more place, no more lyrics just a face.
Read this rhyme like it aint no crime, sometimes people just don't have the time.
I write, I wait, I finish, I collate one more time so let me get this straight.
Life and power, time and space, one more time just to see your face.
Listen to the words, listen to the tune, let it roll then let it croon.
One more time I watch your eyes let these words not tell you lies.
I'm your truth your pain and sorrow, the time aint right why is there always tomorrow.