Number 1Number 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That was the first one.
Number 1 didn't even bother to try blocking them out as she had before, that sometimes made it worse for Number 12, especially when the boss was this angry. It was her fault, she knew, giving that despicable creature the opening he needed to once again cause his most hated underling pain but she couldn't help it. She'd made a promise to her brother and she was going to keep it!
Still, it got to her sometimes just how much their lives had changed since they had been two silly kids, back when they'd been Dexter and Dee Dee, building things and then - mostly in her case - pulling them all down again.
There were times when she looked back on those innocent days and wished deeply to hear the voice of her little brother shouting at her to get out of his lab after again pulling something to pieces. But she couldn't help it, everything he'd made in that place was so cool! He'd made hover crafts and giant robots, given himself superpowers - even
I fell from the sky when I tried to kill god.I gathered wild grief stricken boysI fell from the sky when I tried to kill god.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And stored them in glass jars
Their moon shine eyes hooded,
Under the train tracks red light glow
Much like the local strip of neon slit sidewalks.
I realized I was not so much the Doreen in my queer little life
So much as I was Esther.
When I’d take slugs of cheap wine whilst reading the classics
And writing obscure essays and analysing dead poets
Licking the burgundy liquid from my wrists
And mopping up the spilled ink
With my frayed sleeves.
The autumn air smells of rot and I can’t help but reminisce
About bonfires in old abandoned warehouses
Where we’d run across open fields that split the sky
Open and twisted it into
Something like a looking glass
Except there’s no fire in your eyes.
Just watered down sonnets about girls who work at diners
For minimum wage, who get into cheap bars,
And drink martinis with rich business men.
Maybe we were born to be the lost generation
Or maybe silver linings
Are just the silver refract
S-I-L-H-O-U-E-T-T-EShadowsS-I-L-H-O-U-E-T-T-E2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nourishment“So your dad isn’t really your dad?”Nourishment1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I have no evidence either way. Therefore, it is unwise to make a conclusion.” I frown at the tip of my pencil. “How do you spell your name?”
“X-U-A-N.” He glances at my paper. “Are you… making a list?”
“I don’t know why you make it sound so insensible, but yes.” I write Xuan next to a bullet point and make another point.
Do I have another point? I hadn’t even finished my toffee before the man who is not my father approached me.
Well, that means the toffee is still in my lunchbox, and I can have two toffees for lunch tomorrow. I write that down.
“…Can I ask why you’re making a list?” He hesitates before everything he says. Will Xuan ever speak to me in a normal tone of voice? Not that I am a good judge of what is and is not normal.
I bite my lip. I want to avoid the question, but that isn’t rational because th
Muted ImagesI can't speak with my voiceMuted Images2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's a matter of ability
sometimes when I write I'm close--
but not entire, nearly or even almost.
I can't speak what I see
inside my mind,
behind my eyes
Explosions of color
Tapestries of lines
Butterflies, star-bursts, buttons and ties,
Faces, places, dances and skies
Melting wax, rolling seas,
Frothing neon, boiling shadows--
I've heard people pay money
to buy drugs
to see like this--
In the Age of Aquarius!
smoke-filled, flower-covered love-vans
with names like Harmony, Sunshine and Bliss.
But I don't need to seek out the psychedelic,
phosphorescent and psychotropic
Because I am psychotic, surreal
and possessed by the images
burthed by the fertile earth-goddess Eden
verdant Muse of my mind.
"I don't take drugs, I am drugs--"
Something Dali once said.
I'd feel less alone--
But I'm still here
and he's still dead.
Liquor is one way out an'death's the other The art of growing up,Liquor is one way out an'death's the other1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is to pour shots of whiskey
into your coffee in the morning
to make it through
when all you want to do
is lie in bed
but there’s nothing
Forever and ever: Germany x Mpreg!italy Iit was a normal night, after vigorous sex with italy except something was a bit off.Forever and ever: Germany x Mpreg!italy I7 months ago in Romance More Like This
germany panted and slowly pulled out of a blushy, moaning italy because they had both finish just to see that the condom had broke "er..." germany bit his lip and looked at italy "uh...italy... i think..ze condom broke" he said holding up the remains which was nothing more then the rubber elastic part to hold it on and a few stray peaces of latex. italy squeeled and blushed "O-Oh no! doitsu!!! what does that mean?" he said, suddenly innocent.
germany shuffled uncomfortably, not wanting to explain it "it means...zat you could possibly get pregnant" he said quietly
italy blushed more and smiled "but im a boy! its okay germany, i cant get pregnant!" he giggled.
he sighed "it is possible" germany said "but lets hope zat doesnt happen" he relied.
---- 6 months later---
"germany!!!" italy yelled. "its happening again!"
germany smiled and dropped the broom. he ran over to italy a
The Ugliest ThingThe Ugliest ThingThe Ugliest Thing11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Ugliest Thing
that happened to you
it's not what really happened to you,
but the fact that you learned nothing from this.
The Narrator x Stanley Fanfiction“All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean?”The Narrator x Stanley Fanfiction7 months ago in Romance More Like This
Here they were again. The Narrator watched Stanley wander around the desks, looking at mugs and turning off computers. Sometimes he wondered about that boy.
“Stanley walked around, touching every single thing in the office, but it didn´t do anything neither did it help the story in anyway.”
It helped. Stanley turned and walking out, walking past the rest of the offices till he came to the room with the two open doors. The older male hated this part. He simply couldn´t stand it when Stanley disobeyed him. Did the guy have any idea how much work he put into the story?
“When Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.”
He watched as Stanley studied doors and then, with a small grin, walked right. He rolled his eyes.
“This was not the correct way to the meeting room and Stanley knew it perfectly well. Perhaps he wanted to stop by the employee lounge fir
OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She ran, her heart pumping and the crying babe in her arms growing heavier. The pain in her lower abdomen was like hot fire escaping all over her body. Her legs fought her desire to keep moving and she hugged her son tighter. She couldn’t stop now, not now. Gritting her teeth, she broke into a sprint. Limbs tore at her face and arms, their wicked thorns biting into her skin. Above her, the red moon shone brightly in the night, lighting the path ahead.
“Only a little farther, my son.” She panted into his silver hair.
He clung to her, his tiny fingers curling into the folds of her dress. His cry hurt her ears, but the pain was a pleasant reminder that he was still alive.
They’d meant to kill him, this alien child that had grown in her belly—her child. Regardless of his blood, she loved him. He was hers, her son. Instinctively, she adjusted her arms, wrapping them tighter around him, and kissed his forehead.
Abruptly, the path dipped low into a ravine. Swamp
Artemis Aranyosi -Arranudo Application-Rapsodine Written AppArtemis Aranyosi -Arranudo Application-1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Artemis Aranyosi - Elf of Arranudo
Animal Handler, Arcane Scholar (Druid), Hunter
As you enter the Hall of Records in Mythos City and make your way to Abidos the Record keepers office, He comes across you mistaking you for one of the new workers and gives you a pile of paperwork to take to his office “Ah you must be my new assistant come, come we haven’t all day take these papers to my office. I am rather late for the tribunal meeting with the Lords of the five great nations of Rapsodine.” Shooing you towards his office Abidos takes off down the hall not hearing anything you say to him and trying to take care to make sure that none of the paperwork he has with him get dirty from the bagel he’s eating on. Several hours later he returns to his office with his assistant who had been trailing behind him and missed what had h
we are.we arewe are.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
& temptation borne
without proper warrant
a little lover’s wrath
& the fire that
ate your infancy
gas leaking into lungs
& blood congesting
as riots begin
& waves that destroy
a child’s last plea
& an ignored gluttony
that starved our youth
we are inferno,
we are hallucinations,
we are anxieties
but we are
what made you
& let you see that not
everything is a vicious
war that permits victims’ tears
you are your own general,
we are your ability to
when the needles pierce
you are your own army,
& we are simply the
pawns you must kick
down when the blaze
burns your fingertips
StarsI reached for the stars,Stars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Longing for the strength and brilliance they held.
But my hand came back with shards of glass, streaked with blood.
Jagged pieces dug into my palm, broken fragments of a dream.
For stars are not meant to claimed or owned,
But acknowledged and gazed at from a distance.
Their world is not the same as yours,
And they do not wish to be confined and limited,
By your personal desires.
Team True-Bond: Written App: Arc 2After waiting outside in the cold, windy, dark night.. in the rain, no less, one of your members decides to take a novel approach to this dire situation and knocks on the door.Team True-Bond: Written App: Arc 23 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Hey!" Yelling an irritated Meowth. He begins banging at the door several times out of annoyance, "Is anyone even in there?!" From out of nowhere, the door flies right open, leaving the Meowth falling flat, and painfully, onto he floor. Inside the house appears to be a Ninetails, quite startled by the Meowths' actions.
Come in, come in! My goodness, come in! I can't believe you've all been waiting outside in the rain all this time! You could have knocked earlier, you know!
"Actually," replies the Pansage in the doorway as he walks inside "we've been here and have been knocking for hours."(I'm pretty sure he knew we were out there the whole time. I'm sure that the door opened way too quickly after we "knocked")
Meanwhile, the Meowth on the floor quickly regained his composure and got insi
A Nation...Fallen? I. Have. Failed.A Nation...Fallen?1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
My brother…the Axis…Hitler. I have failed you all. Why? I trained so hard! I wanted to be… No… I had to become better for my people. The pain, of seeing my people suffering, tore me apart. How could I have let this happen? Sometimes I wonder if it would have all been better for them if I hadn’t started a war. NO! I couldn’t think like that. I promised Vati I would become the greatest empire, to make him proud… but mostly to make my brother proud. Prussia was once one of the greatest empires in all of Europe and he harbored the greatest soldiers and the strongest army. I envied and admired him. I swore one day I would grow up to surpass him.
‘Was this the end? I have lost the war. I have lost so many of my people, I failed to protect my homeland. I deserved this, whatever was coming my way.’
It was hard to distinguish the blood and sweat dripping down my face. My arms and legs, which were on
No Breathing AloudHave you ever feltNo Breathing Aloud1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
their empty sorrows
Was showering over You
From a heavy cloud ?
What will we do ?
If we can't breathe,
Rotting inches beneath
They haunt me in my sleep,
Like monsters they are locked up
In my closet
I can hear them through blocked ears
Their suffocated cries...
As their lungs die
Everywhere I go...
They taunt me
I know I'm breaking
they know it too
"Why are you smothering us?"
Their lungs choked down in their
I don't remember his name
He asks ...
"Who are they?"
"The ones who torment your mind"
Can't you see
They are me...
They are me
those Who cry out for help,
Because deep down
This world has rotten my oxygen
And squeezed out my last breath,
Leaving my lungs for death...
and now I cry soundlessly
for an eternity
From Time To Time.From Time To Time.From Time To Time.11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Want to know the value of ten years?
Why don’t you try asking a newly divorced couple?
And see if they have any wasted tears.
Want to know the value of three years?
Why don’t you try asking an exhausted graduate?
And see if they are ready to start their career.
Want to know the value of nine months?
Why don’t you try asking a distraught mum?
And see if she misses her baby bump.
Want to know the value of four weeks?
Why don’t try asking someone who has been fired?
And see if they like prospect of living on the streets.
Want to know the value of an hour?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed their alarm?
And see if they still had time to eat breakfast and shower.
Want to know the value of a minute?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed the last train?
And see if they will be momentarily pushed to their limits.
No matter the amount,
Every single moment counts.
Even when the first day becomes every day
And all the seconds a
Christmas BrawlIt was a cool Saturday morning, with very low wind and a clear blue sky. It was that time of year again. That time for giving. This is here where we see a blue haired man wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, wearing a tore up Santa hat caring a heavy trash bag full of gifts he and his friend have found in the local junkyard. Yes these where gifts for good little boys and girls.Christmas Brawl1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Charge: They better like these damn gifts
Isis: I’m sure they will.
(They go to the local park and see that everyone showed up and waited for them)
Charge: Looks like I got some work to do.
Isis: You better be nice.
Charge: I can’t make any promises
(He walks up to his chair and sits down)
Charge: Ok who’s first?
Aria and Dalia where up first
Charge gives them a hair brush and worn out shoes.
They both said thank you and left.
Cassie and Bernard step up
Bernard got a rusty pot
Cassie got brown boxy gloves as the two gave each other the evil eye as they walked off.