phutphut10 years ago in Humor More Like This
Beard now meticulously trimmed, remaining follicles on his chilly scalp brought to some kind of order, tie perfectly complementing both handkerchief and socks (exposed a devilish half-inch), "Yes," said mirror "you still cut a dashing figure, Rupert."
Rupert sniffed, his eyebrows rippling a little as he did so. "Today," he announced to his lamp… or maybe his wardrobe… perhaps even his comb, who knows? "Today, (Monday the seventeenth of May, two-thousand and three) is a milestone, in the life of Rupert J. Falt. Today he steps out of his front door for the first time as an executive member of Zest Incorporated! And what is more," he added with an ITV grin "he's rather proud of it."
Rupert J. Falt shooed a fictitious speck of dust from his trousers and trotted down the stairs. As he approached his front door… he faltered. In front of it was a walrus – a large, grey, blubbery walrus with whiskers and tusks and all of the usual walrustic trimmings one would expect from a typical walrus. In
Crazy LoveThey said that it was Breaking NewsCrazy Love10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A triumph scientific;
Not one minute did they lose
The message was specific...
'Neath camera's glare the man announced
In an excited wheeze,
"Our studies show this thing called LOVE
Is akin to a mental disease!"
Perplexed and stunned, the crowd was still,
No reaction did they show,
Till one man shouted, "Tell us please
A thing we don't already know!"
"Mushy poems on Valentine's Day,
Rings that swallow half our pay,
Not happy till your wife you've made 'er,
A screaming brat comes nine months later..."
"D'you think we'd go through all that pain
If LOVE were something that was sane?"
The Lord and Lady - Zuko x KatThe Lord and Lady - Zuko x Kat10 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Word Count 409
She looks out at the grounds, which sprawl out from the Palace she now lives in, and the city that spreads out before her, beyond the Palace walls. Once, she had been so terrified of the mere idea of being here, much less calling it her home. But, she was resigned to her fate.
The Fire Lord had come to take her. She was ripped away from the people she knew and loved and the place she had called home, spirited away to a place she had never seen but had heard so much about.
He had ignored her pleas to be reunited with her brother and the Avatar and all that she knew. He had taken her innocence with a passion that burned so intensely that she had been forever marked by it.
In the darkness and the flame, Katara of the Water Tribe died.
It had taken a while to get used to it all the heat, the people, the customs, the differentness of it all. It was a world completely different from the one she had been taken from. She had feared for her
You Can't Make Me...You Can't Make Me...11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You Can't Make Me…
Try to fit into a size two.
You might parade your waifish appearances
In front of me.
You don't fool me,
I know it's all lipos and diet pills and cocaine and a finger down your throat.
You may try to bombard me
with all your advertisements
telling me that looking like you is what's good for me. Go to hell, Hollywood.
Eat Big Macs and supersized large fries.
Bigger is better?
I don't even like greasy meat and cheese.
I'm not interested in pizza
and tacos that aren't even really Mexican.
So stop flashing it in front of my eyes.
You try to invade and control my mind
Every second of every day. Go to hell, big corporations.
Believe that the best way to health
Is eating nothing but meat and cheese.
I seriously don't believe that
Could help me be thin and healthy.
The bulk may come off the ass but it just hides inside of you.
I'll have my bananas and berries and bagels and Danish, damnit!
I'm sick of you fat people in
Thin bodies. Go to hell, Mr. Atkins.
Shove down rabbit f
First time making loveTrembling lips gently grazeFirst time making love8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
while soft hands explore
for whats in store
A trail of kisses
Down the small of my back
My body reacts.
A brush of fingertips
Gently trace every outline
With love undefined
Heartbeats accelerate together
Racing at new speeds
Bodies embracing one another
A sharing of heart and soul
Making me whole
Sensuality ignited by every touch
Bonding through love and lust
An exchange of trust
Minds losing innocence
Trusting and loving the best we can
For who I am.
Embraces of more than flesh
in our romantic pantomime
this is to me
Making love for the first time
I Love Archie.I stared at Archie, and he stared back at me. I was sitting on my bed, and he was standing up next to my mahogany dresser. The morning light shined through my bedroom window, spilling across his ginger hair. He cracked a small smile, and I took a heavy breath.I Love Archie.10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Had my dream finally come true?
He stepped towards me, raising his left eyebrow. I heard a ringing. "Oh, no" I thought to myself. Reality smashed over my head, like a pane of glass over a statue of The Fonz. I shut my eyes, and I realized it had just been another dream. I reached out to grab Archie's hand.
My hand passed through his, and I opened my tear-filled eyes, in my bed, alone. It had happened again. My dreary midnight dance with my favorite cartoon star had once again come to a sad finale. Why did I tease myself so? My homoerotic Archie Fantasies would never truly be fulfilled, and telling myself they could as only going to make it worse on myself. I stood up and walked downstairs, to the smell of waffles.
The Unfortunate Names ClubThe Unfortunate Names ClubThe Unfortunate Names Club10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What's your name?"
"Yeah, it's German."
"What does it mean?"
"Ein, zwei, drei, vier, fünf."
"It's five, in German."
"Your name is five?"
"That's how many times my mother proposed to my father before he said yes."
"Wow. Say! You could be a member of the Unfortunate Names Club."
"Unfortunate Names Club?"
"Yes, The Unfortunate Names Club."
"Oh, you actually want to know? Most people get offended when I say their names are unfortunate."
"Well, I do have an unfortunate name."
"It's a club for people who have really awful names,"
"How many members are there?"
"It's technically just been me for the past five years. But my friend Ichabob used to be in it from kindergarten to grade two. Then she gave herself a nickname,"
"What was it?"
"Cab. For some reason, people really liked it. Throughout the month of October, she made thirty-one new friends. That's one friend a day. Then she forgot about me
Blank Character Bio SheetBASIC INFORMATIONBlank Character Bio Sheet7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Nickname(s) or Alias:
City or town of birth:
Preferred style of clothing:
Frequently worn jewellery/accessories:
Recreational Drug User? Which?
Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities:
Any medication regularly taken:
Kitchen loveMy hearth burns with great desireKitchen love7 years ago in Ballad More Like This
While I clean charcoals from the frier.
Every time I make chicken strips
I wanna kiss your tender lips.
While the pot on the shelf dries
I can't stop thinking about your eyes.
Your hair,your nose, your beautiful hips,
they are as good as BBQ ribs.
When the lunch bell sings wooo
I wish I could spend thet time with you.
And in the end when I wash the dishes
I hope someone grants me these wishes.
A Work in Progress Pt. III shove Dorothy's articles into a bag from the bakery down the street, the one with the Parisian owner that I love so much. I frequent his shop more for the animated conversation than for his baguettes or croissants, which are always slightly burnt. He talks with his hands, with his eyebrows, and with that thick, rich accent. It's an experience in east-meets-west culture and mediocre baked goods.A Work in Progress Pt. II9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And outside in a hallway that buzzes and flickers from the lighting is the boy who dropped from the sky. I make the executive decision to ignore him as I quietly shut the door behind me and step into the hall, taking a second to glance at him over my shoulder.
It appears he does have a faceful of freckles. Bunches of them.
"Alice! What are you doing just standing there in the hall?" Ms. Rudd squawks from her doorway in 611. She eyes the bag. Her features soften. "Is that for me, dearie?"
I nod and shuffle over to her in silence, my socks swish-swishing against the thin carpet, the light at the
proposalI give you my heart, my body, and soul'proposal6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I give you my love, for you to make me whole
I give you this promise, the promise to try
I give you each breath and the tears i cry
I give you my past, my future and NOW
I give you my thoughts and my hopes in this Vow
I give you my voice and the music i sing
I give you forever by giving this ring
I give you this kiss and there words i say
I Cherish you always as of this day
I give you my faith that these words are all true
from now until death i promise 2 you
Rosie: Pt. I AmmunitionRosie: Pt. I Ammunition10 years ago in Teen More Like This
Rosie: Pt. I Ammunition
Running her fingers through her hair, she took stock of the surroundings. Dark wood panelling covered one of the walls, cracked in some places. The scent of fabric softener overpowered the bitter alcohol stench from beyond the door. Small slivers of light cut through the blinds, illuminating the dust that floated lazily and spotlighting a lone cardboard box. She squinted to read what was written on the side. The word 'donate' had been crossed out several times.
"My mom had that on our front porch to give to some charity. I snuck it back into my room, though. She didn't find it until yesterday. Heh… I almost got away with it," came his quiet voice.
Oh. So they were supposed to talk? Wait. He knew she'd been trying to read the box… so did that mean he was looking at her? Was he just being nice?
"It had some of my favourite stuff in it. From when I was little, y'know? I mean I feel bad, I bet there's a kid who'd really like to have some of this.
RepetitionRepetitionRepetition10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is all falling
into a pretty pattern; you are a
i am freezing you over when i
give you my words.
i am melting
your surface; pressing the lonely
guards you built up so strong.
to the car wreck that
is my love.
When, exactly, did I turn my liking for him into a sink? Two taps I use at my discretion; one gaping hole in the bottom so we lose dishwater moments.
It's a constant loss and rediscovery. I point out my hesitations, then witness the spiral of a tired man.
I drain him.
Why do I burn the available, vulnerable parts of his romance? Then, watching my arson in a twisted satisfaction, I wait for his weakness.
This is the time when I desire him most, when he is engulfed in the hell I created for him. So I stifle the flames. Return to him through the entry wound.
I ruin him.
Slowly turning taps to a temperature of soft apology.
float:sinkfloat:sinkfloat:sink9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
june has found me sitting in the passenger seat
with sunday retrograde radio buzzing the speakers
of our little green car.
i roll the window down and slide my arm out
to let it float on the speed's limit
and sink at red lights.
powerlines and telephone wires snake through trees --
easy enough to trace with the tip of my finger
against this deep afternoon sky.
Value of a Good Bendy StrawThe Value of a Good Bendy StrawValue of a Good Bendy Straw10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At one time in all of our lives, bendy straws were a regular visitor in our drink of choice. Our apple juice could've been graced by a psychedelically swirled creation, the standard white with red stripes candy motif, or maybe even the delightful doubles-as-spectacles-for-the-vision-impaired-user variety.
And suddenly, we're too superior for mass-produced tubes of flexible plastic? Too angst-ridden for a happy little reminder that we're not quite as ma-toor as we'd like to believe? Rhetorical questions abound, I say nay; we are not.
Imagine this if you will: it's been a gruelling day at the scholastic salt mines and on the long voyage home you're thinking you'd like nothing better than a cold one. A cold fruit cocktail juice box. You somehow reach your front door, crawl to your refrigerator and pry open the door, even though it's have a suction complex at the moment. And finally! The afore mentioned cold fruit cocktail juice box is in
Diray Of An Angel +tearjerker+Gee whizz!Diray Of An Angel +tearjerker+9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hey look, hey look,
They're eating Shizz!
"No look at me, no look at me! Can't you see why I feel o so Crap-ee?"
I toss and turn, inside my bed,
Why can't I get these images out of my head?
It's torture, man, it really is
I desperately need soda fizz!
Wake me up, I hate this dream, Feed me caffine,
Sew the Seam
In the Broken Beam
Of life love and hatrid high
Free our souls and wash them please,
God forgive us we meant not to tease
I wake, its over now,
The dream deceaced
I'm Scared for life, my brain has creaced
My God, I'm bent, my brain my life
My time, arrived
Please no! I've learned to love this world!
I'll give anything just to stay alive!
Just to tell them that I've said goodbye,
That I aploagize for every lie
I love them all, no doubts there
I'll miss them! Come on! Please, not now!
It's a different world, Heaven is.
It's cloudy, sunny, and pealy white all over,
I'm lonely, now, so I look around.
But wait. What's that I see?
Young sir Davi
DownfallDownfall9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Scientist Love songYou are the solute to my solutionScientist Love song7 years ago in Ballad More Like This
You are the water in my dilution
You are the oxygen in my respiration
You are the blood in my circulation
You light up my world like hot solar plasma
Blinding me like a bad case of miasma
I'll be your force, you'll be my reaction
I'll be the stimulus to your satisfaction
You be the enzyme, and I your substrate
Our love will be gold, in aqueous state
You'll be my acid, and I'll be your base
Love'll stick us together like polymerase.
The Nerd Way HomeThe Nerd Way HomeThe Nerd Way Home10 years ago in Humor More Like This
Please don't be on the bus this afternoon. It's not that I hate you or anything, just not this afternoon, okay? Brain vibes. I am sending you brain vibes. Warding you off. Not that you're a plague or anything. But I've got good music, that Boy with the Endearing Hair is sitting in front of me, and I'm feeling introspective.
This kind of happens a lot. When I'll sit in my little bus seat with the hump and freak out the bus driver because I keep looking at the stairs to see if you come a-hopping. Well, where the stairs should be. I can't really see them right now, parking myself in the seat with the hump.
People have something against my seat. But why? It has a built in foot rest. It makes it acceptable to have a terrible, slouching posture. Perfect for inwardly aww-ing at the Boy with the Endearing Hair. I'll just call him Endear-o Boy. Ideal for scrunching up into the teeniest position possible.
I swear this seat isn't as wide as the rest of the b
Mirror's BendWalk through the hall of mirror,Mirror's Bend11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See the images that are not real,
See what you want to see,
Let yourself be what is never to be,
Tell me why the mirrors bend always lies to me,
Only want to see,
What it is that it means to me
I see what is never real,
The bends always twist and turn,
Only to show what others see,
Only to know what can never be,
Please show me what it means to be,
Stucks within these mirrors that always lie to me,
This place holds me tight,
Never to show what is so real,
Stuck in the mirrors that can never be,
Welcome to the NeighborhoodWelcome to the Neighborhood10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Welcome to the Neighborhood
Our hearts are houses and neighbors
Like passing cups of sugar
Through a window
So I've taken to smiling
All the time.
Our naiveties are fables and kid stuff
Like sock puppet shows
In a kitchen
Our hands are small and shaking
Like newborns reaching up
In a cradle
As though we haven't been waiting
Like passing cups of sugar
Like kid stuff and fables
Like small, shaking hands
And we've been waiting
Just hug me,