Dear Homophobic ParentsDear homophobic parents,Dear Homophobic Parents4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How the fuck do you think it makes me feel
When you walk out of the room crying
Because you can’t stand the thought of something I can’t control.
I’ll tell you that it makes my insides burn.
The living room feels like a closet.
Suffocating, and yet I can breathe fine.
I am choking on the air,
Polluted by your homophobic slurs.
Making uneducated guesses about things you know nothing about.
Someone ought to teach you to look shit up
Before you go about, shouting your false claims to the world.
My very existence is an error.
Some messed up chemical defect that went wrong,
I don’t belong
I am the Titanic,
To you I am supposed to be perfect
I am supposed to be straight, and happy, and fine.
But I am so very far from fine,
When my lungs are filling up with water,
Your words are an ice berg,
And I am sinking fast.
The Things I Don't Write AboutOn the last day of class, she had us copy a poem into our journals.The Things I Don't Write About2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses.'
'I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.'
'Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.'
the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
'What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?'
And to each of us she wrote a message. To me, she wrote that I should not be afraid to visit the dark parts of my mind, for that is where I would find my best writing.
I unravel these things and weave them into other stories. Other voices. I use them, in bits and pieces, like an archeologist uncovering the broken shards of a pot and never finding the whole. I write the stories that belong to other people, but never my own.
I don't write about how it hurts. How the
Luna, Lyra and Bon-Bon ReviewThe fandom that has developed in the wake of "Friendship is Magic" is largely something that I cherish and make a part of my daily life. I would like to consider myself actively involved in the community, spending a lot of time surfing Equestria Daily, commenting on various excerpts of pony news, talking to a lot of bronies both on DeviantArt and outside the site, and even lending my hand to a pony-related project or two. I love chatting to the many unique individuals who all have their own reasons for adoring the show, and I find it to be a thoroughly engaging experience to converse with other people of a similar mindset to myself. I have seen excellent remixes and mash-ups of the songs and scenes from the show and have been, frankly, amazed by the fan-made content. Only today did I see a custom Pinkie animation made by one very talented individual who should be offered a part animating on the show right away. I am also aware that some fans like the show, but prefer the fan communityLuna, Lyra and Bon-Bon Review4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
the human syntaxmottledthe human syntax2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are carbon copies walking the streets
cut/and/paste people who
deracinated from scriptured roots rarely
ever realize that history is always unfolding right before them
or that somewhere in the bubbling
ooze of their jurassic hearts
a pasquinade has sprung
an unintended flood of reasoning
and merry mutants will come out to play
in scorched supernova shadows
while predation in the bio-mass
reached its all-time lowest
as shown in graphs designed to demonstrate
DesperadoIn 1996, Deep Blue beat Kasparov, The Unabomber was arrested, and I was preparing to graduate high school and go on to Texas A&M when I received a phone call at three in the afternoon as my school was letting out. In the school office, my father told me what, at the time, was the worst news I had received in my young life: Jerry Carson had died.Desperado3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jerry Carson was my oldest friend. To this day, I have no idea where he and my father met, only that they did and that one of my earliest memories was of Jerry Carson and myself watching some old Western movie on the couch on the fuzzy old TV in 1981. He'd drift in and out of my memories for the next decade, always reappearing eventually until that day in early May of 1996, when I found myself standing over his simple coffin at a funeral attended by all of sixteen people: me, my father, my girlfriend, two bartenders, the pastor, seven other positively ancient men, and a three-man detachment from the Red River Army Depot there for the salute.
Empty GardensIt was a wine-petaled pansyEmpty Gardens4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that my mother pruned from the garden box;
it reminded me
that I had blossomed late and wilted.
At fourteen I created pansy petals of my own,
waking up with hot-fisted cramps
and the proof I was a woman.
I was not a rose, perennial,
as I went from blooming monthly
to not at all.
I would rather spend a day
curled up like the fetus I may never carry
than flat on my back wondering
why God allowed worse women than me
to bear children.
Shadowbolts"Shadowbolts"Shadowbolts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're walking through the woods
When a sound sends shivers down your spine
A thunderclap from Hell
Makes you pray for protection divine
Something moved, what was that
Shadowy figures in the trees
Thundering hooves, glowing eyes
Makes your blood turn to freeze
Night fall, hear them coming
Don't think, just start running
Shadowbolts - your worst nightmare
Shadowbolts - you best beware
Dark mist and fog surround you
Your body is shackled with fear
A silence that's so cold
Broken by whispers in your ear
Apparitions, tempting you
Promising your hearts desire
Their mission, snatch your soul
And cast it into the fire
You hide, they'll find you
Don't look behind you
Shadowbolts - there's no escape
Shadowbolts - Your soul they'll take
Seek you, near or far
Wherever you are
Shadowbolts - there's no salvation
Shadowbolts - spell your damnation
Forum Whores Party... Hard?Forum Whores Party... Hard?4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The party was a work of art. There were llamas. There were horses. There were guards for the horses in case CindarellaPop tried to glue horns to them and call them unicorns. There were dictionaries for the inevitable arguments about word use, and cameras for SylverKitsune to camwhore with. Everyone was handed black and green hats in a variety of styles. The walls were covered in pink to appease LOVEintheSNOW. Foxbane had been convinced to bring cuddly skunks, whether flashing green or not. I, typically, had discreetly placed handcuffs and whips in various locations. A party just isn't a party without some kinky happenings, am I right?
The problem started with the DJ. A furious debate over what was good music for parties ended with several of the participants beating each other over the head with history books and CDs. The frightened DJ tried to escape and crashed into a llama, prompting another debate over animal rights and what constitutes animal abuse. The llama panicked and crashed
Writing Tips - Read BetterThe most common wisdom told to new-coming writers is that you have to read a lot. Before I say anything else I will say that reading more will (usually) help you in a variety of ways that I'll go into by the end of this. How true is this? Well, I think that this is a little bit misstated. Reading, on its own, will not make you a better writer. It'll make you a better reader, to be sure. But it's kind of like... expecting to be good at making Italian food by eating Italian food. Sure, you can figure out what you like that way, but just eating it on its own will not make you know how to make the food.Writing Tips - Read Better3 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
You need to write a lot. If you've read every book in the world, but have never written a sentence, then you will not be a good writer—almost certainly. Writing and reading are different skills. Reading is like learning about art history. Writing is like painting. Reading is useful, almost certainly, but if you assume that that's on the highest pedestal, you are probably doing things
State of MindThey buried her today.State of Mind4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stood in the crowd, all of us dressed in blacks. I straightened my tie nervously as ladies I didn't know in big, veiled hats exchanged soft, sad words about what a shame it was. How she'd been so brilliant, how she'd had such a full life ahead of her. Ladies that didn't even know her.
There was a coffin, but there wasn't much in it. They didn't open the casket either, like they did sometimes. The man at the funeral home had said there was a limit to how much they could make fit for viewing, and I didn't really blame him for not even trying.
"This sucks," Cindy told me. We were sat at one of the cheap metal tables they roll out for occasions like this, both of us with a glass of alcohol in our hands. I hadn't asked if it was wine or something else. Didn't care.
"Yeah," I agreed, tone muted. We exchanged a look, Cindy's eyes heavy and ringed, her face lined in stress like a mirror of my own. Together, we drank. It was white wine, dry, about a 4. She would have li
The Religion of EducationWhen I became an agnostic atheist, a close friend had a conversation with me. Their parents were cultivating them to be Christian. It went without saying. They asked me “Aren’t you worried about never going to heaven?”The Religion of Education6 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
More recently, I had a conversation with another close friend Their parents were beckoning them to go to college. It went without saying. They asked me “Aren’t you worried about never amount to anything?”
If you go to church every Sunday and pray often, you’ll get into heaven. And then you’ll be happy. If you go to school every day, you’ll get into college. And then you’ll be happy. The Promised Land of education just comes about earlier. I’m not a faithful man and I rarely believe in things that I do not see, hence the agnostic atheist. Now most people would find a divergence in my theory: we can’t see heaven, but we can see the results of college.
You’re not off-base. We can’t see heave
Official FFM Prompt Bank 2014:iconflash-fic-month:Official FFM Prompt Bank 20141 year ago in Editorial More Like This
This promptmobile has been parked up rusting for a whole year. It needs an oil change, a lick of paint and some air in the tyres. We're presently sourcing some fluffy dice for the mirror and a nice novelty airfreshener.
Most importantly, though, the tank is dry as a bone.
Time to siphon us off some promptjuice. Fuel us up with your best original prompts for people to dip into during the month when they need creative jump leads.
As always, the chosen few will be chosen, featured and credited in our daily updates.
Protip: We can always use visual prompts, musical prompts, prompts in the form of interpretive dance and other variegated promptitudinousness as well as the usual prompts made of words.
VIVA LA FFM!
Living as an AsexualA lot of people have asked me a lot of questions about asexuality, and do you know what? That's a good thing, I'm glad people are asking questions. From someone who is asexual, the concept is kind of easy to grasp, but I'd imagine to allosexual (non-asexuals, which should just be "sexual people" imo) people, saying you don't want to have sex is like saying that you don't want to eat food. It's not abnormal, but it seems like a sign of something legitimately being wrong with that person. To tell you the truth, given the choice about being allosexual or asexual, I wouldn't know which I'd pick. They both seem to have a lot of advantages and disadvantages.Living as an Asexual4 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I am an asexual male. Particularly a sex-repulsed asexual male. Not all asexuals are sex-repulsed, but I am. Sex-repulsed means that seeing genitals of either sex, no matter how physically appealing they might be, or even the act of sex itself makes me feel legitimately disgusted. Now, let me be perfectly clear: I am not against people h
SSS, TTM story part 8Sonic, Shadow, Silver, The Three MusketeersSSS, TTM story part 85 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Arecus. Conberma
Chapter 9: Sword of Aramis
Soon the daybreak has come, there was no difference between the world of reality and the world of storybook as the ray of the sun shore warmly on everyone part of the France, or maybe even farther. Anyway, when the sunshine shore on Marian the kind witch's house, the light had lied on Shadow's forehead which made him feel the warmth of it and soon woke up.
He stretched his back and got up to his feet, and yawned but tiredly, and trying to keep it as quiet as possible. Then, he saw Sonic and Silver who were still sound asleep, and soon he realized the sudden fact what happened the previous night, he couldn't believe that they were brothers all this time!
'I think some fresh air will make me feel better.' He thought as he walked out of the house.
When he was out, the sky was incredibility pure blue, even bluer than the sky of their own world, of course, everything was almost
BEN DROWNED X Reader-Passing Death pt.1"You need to pass on. You can't stay here."BEN DROWNED X Reader-Passing Death pt.12 years ago in Drama More Like This
"No! I'm not dead! I can't be dead!"
"You have to pass on. You are dead. Accept it."
"Just shut up! I'm not dead! There's nothing to accept. Just go away! This is all a bad dream! It's gotta be."
"….Please..just pass on already. You're making it worse on yourself by staying here."
"Please..please! Just leave me alone! Go away! I wanna wake up! Just wake up! Just wake up!
"________! Wake up! Wake up!" Your eyes snapped open and your head shot straight up at the sound of your friend calling your name. You looked over at her and smiled as you rubbed your sleepy (e/c) eyes.
"Oh, good morning Helinia."you say.
"Good morning my butt! It's time to go home _____. You were sleeping throughout the block. All blocks in fact, are you getting any sleep at night?"Helinia asked you, nudging her finger into your right cheek as she did. You nod and smack her hand away.
"I get sleep. Just not much."you tell her. Helinia puckered her lips and p
DreamscapeI dreamed of vivid colours once,Dreamscape3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of bloody red and inky blue,
while life was ruled by lonely gray,
washed-out black and too-bright white
that left its canvas' edges frayed.
A brush that painted only dreams unreached
and expectations unfullfilled,
left a drowning world and city ruins,
and endless roads untravelled.
Colour had long bled out and faded,
living on in distant memories
of a shining sun that dawns in red
and chases away the black of the night,
and a bright, wide sky drenched in blue
fighting the desert of white.
Magpie On The GallowsMagpie On The Gallows1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by: CliveBarker
Magpie on the Gallows
High above my head,
Tell me truly, maggot–pie,
Is my lover dead?
When he went away to war,
To me eternal love he swore
Tell me truly, bird of gloom,
Where his bed and what his doom?
From the gallows hear the magpie screech:
From now on your lover’s out of reach.
In a bed of mud he died
Soldiers slept at either side,
He has never been faithless dear,
And never will be now, I fear.
Magpie on the Gallows
Feathered white and black,
My brother went a–hunting
Will he not come back?
He was tall and he was strong,
Face was fair and limb was long.
Tell me truly, maggot–pie,
Did he live or did he die?
From the gallows hear the magpie scream
Now your brother is left alone to dream.
There’s no need for you to fret
He’s still fair to look at yet,
He lay in the snow to doze,
And while he slept the poor lad froze.
Magpie on the gallows
Where the death–rope creaks,
Why is it th
How to Hook a ReaderHow to Hook a Reader2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I should note that this article will be primarily concerning YA fiction, as that is what I know most about. You may notice that some of these openings use elements that I cautioned against in an earlier article. Told ‘ya there were bountiful exceptions to writing “rules.”
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis
“There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.”
This one is just awesome. I adore some subtle humor in a book, and it’s a great way to start out if you’re witty enough. This short and amusing opening line tells us a lot about the character in a very short time. His name also gives an indication that he is not from the land of Narnia, but is probably from England, if this book is to be similar to the ones prior to it in the series. We know something about his age in t
Gender Swap (Skylox) Chap. 7Gender Swap (Skylox) Chap. 72 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chap. 7 Evening Walk
It was a long walk back to the Kingdom so they talked along the way. Skylar and Ty was walking behind the group.
"So Ty, you never answered my question 2 days ago?" asked Skylar
"What question?" said Ty
"The one about you and Sky~?"
"Didn't I tell you to shut up about that"
"Answer. Question. Now."
"Fine. Better not tell Sky or the others that i'm gay."
"Okay" even if Skylar was Sky .
"I've known Sky for kinda a long time..." Ty signed. "I was going to tell him but you showed you"
"It wasn't my fault"
All of a sudden, Kermit looked back at them and shouted "Skylar and Deadlox sitting in the tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Which made Skylar and Ty blushes pink. "S-SHUT UP FROGGY!" shouted Skylar. "I'LL KILL YOU!" Shouted Ty running to Kermit who was already
Fire ~ Creepypasta x Reader (CHAP.1)"Burn it."Fire ~ Creepypasta x Reader (CHAP.1)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You blinked in awestruck. You stood before the largest company that had once again but jobs for people back into a large status. Work was no longer a scarce thing in life, but it was about to go back down. You looked as the match flickered with a steaming flame at the end.
Your (e/c) eyes glittered and your stomach felt like sand, your blood gradually pumping through your veins like slush. It was now or never. "Yeah, burn it (f/n)." Your friend, Mia continued to praise you along with your older sister Alice.
It was quiet all except the thuds of your heart as you raised your arm and held the match in your hand, throwing it forward as it ticked upon the trail of gasoline. Flames burned up, radiating of orange and red viscous colors as smoke broke out and took action. You coughed at the contaminated oxygen as the three of you lunged back, running as far away from the soon exploding building as quickly as possible.
Tripping and rolling onto your side, Alice quickly pulled you ba
Jeff The Killer X Reader- Outcast Chapter 2A/N: WOO! CHAPTER 2! Enjoy!Jeff The Killer X Reader- Outcast Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(F/N): First name
(L/N) : Last name
(H/C) : Hair color
(H/L) : Hair length
(E/C) : Eye color
(F/C) : Favourite color
I don’t feel like copy and pasting the back story about you. It took me long enough with the wireless mouse. As you can see I’m having trouble typing.... ENJOY MY MISTAKES. D:
You dressed in (F/C) hoodie and faded jeans. You slipped on your (F/C) shoes. Running a hand through your (H/L), (H/C). You studied your (E/C) eyes. You decided to pick up your notebook full of drawings, colored pencils, and regular pencils. You stepped out of your house and started to go to the park.
You arrived there. As you sat down on one of the swings you began to search for a clean sheet of paper. You tapped your pencil against it in thought. Who should you draw next?
Before you knew it, the sun was going down and you looked at a finished character. She wore a black hoodie, blue-black jeans, black shoes, black hair, and co
Gender Swap (Skylox) Chap. 5Gender Swap (Skylox) Chap. 52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chap. 5 Bonding
That following morning, Skylar woke up feeling something on her head. She sat upright and stretches. After stretching, she touch the top of her head, feeling something. She took off the thing that was on top of her head and it was Ty's head sets. Then she remember last night where she founded it. Skylar sat on the edge on her bed, setting the green head set on her nightstand. She stood up went to her own bathroom and showered. Once she showered, she got dressed wearing budder colored T-Shirt and blue jeans. Skylar grabbed the green head sets, covered her left eye with her hair, and put the head sets on. Skylar walked up to the door and opened it. "To breakfast." said Skylar who began walking. She noticed Ty came out of his room. Skylar walked up to him and waved. "Morning Ty" greeted Skylar. "Hey, why do you have my headphone?" asked Ty
Dat Damn Mudkip [Huskylox]Because,I love you ((SAPPINESS LEVEL,OVER 9,000 XD))Dat Damn Mudkip [Huskylox]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Poor Ty was in his room,holding in a nosebleed.He had just le mudkip.Without a shirt.
((I WOULD'VE DIED OF BLOODLOSS))His cheeks a pure red.But no matter how hard he tried to un-see what he saw,that dawn sexy mudkip didn't leave his thinking hole.He was just...there.
The husky,shirtless beast was just there."Fuuuuuck!"Ty whined to himself,trying to pry the sight out of his mind.But he couldn't,that mudkip was faaar to sexy.But also,he was in this pose.It looked seductive,VERY seductive,if he remembered correctly.Either that or his perverted mind had kicked in.But,if so,then the mudkip was in this attractive position on purpose,or it was just a coinsidence(FUCK ME 'CAUSE I CAN'T SPELL).Probably the second one.
A knock was on his door not a second later.The husky tone of the pokemon's voice came through the door.Damn that voice.It caught him in a trance.Every time,it just did.
"Ty?Open up please!"Husky was knocking on the do