TWighSing(NOTE: Dont shoot me, this is just a Hysterical idea. Hellsing Fans I think would enjoy the clash. Twighlight fans not so much. sorry)TWighSing5 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was a rainy morning in Washington, Seattle. The clouds were dark and heavy; the prelude to an ominous storm. At four in the morning, the city was bustling with sleepy activity. Night jobs were closing down and early bird shifts were groggily making coffee and hitting the highways.
A helicopter landed precariously a few miles out of the city. A crack of thunder was drowned out by the spinning propeller blades. A small figure, followed by a great black dog, climbed from the door. They walked away, heading towards an idling limousine.
The wind blew long blonde hair into her eyes as she dragged her suitcase towards the car. The big dog evolved at that moment into the figure of a dark haired girl in white, as Integra rolled her eyes. Alucard smiled deviously as Integra rolled her eyes. It was clear she was overall annoyed. At age 22, she s
WorteUmgeben von so vielen WortenWorte4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Worte die in der Luft hängen
an denen ich mir den Kopf stoße
die mir ins Fleisch schneiden
für die ich nichts übrig habe
für die ich keine Verwendung habe
die ein Ziel vorgeben
die mich ziellos zurücklassen
die Hoffnungen wecken
von schlafenden Hunden
Ein Mann, ein Wort
Ein Wort, ein Baum
und der Mann sieht
vor lauter Bäumen den Wald nicht
The Face of DeathThe Face of Death8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Face of Death
Rating: PG 13
Word count: 2,285
When I was scarcely a stripling, one of the elders told me that Death was neither friend nor enemy, that she simply was. Death existed in the same breath as life and shadowed every creatures footsteps from the moment they slid from their mothers womb. Even those of us as unending and ageless as elves.
My own mother, when she passed into the Endless Grove, smiled and spoke to my sire, dead more than fifty turns of the seasons. When my mentor died from the bite of a poisoned arrow, she called out to her son, gone to the Grove nearly a full turn ago. Death, I reasoned, must come wearing the face of someone beloved and gone before.
Imagine my surprise when Death came for me, that she did not wear the face of my own beloved Elision, but that of a human boy, no more than seventeen turns old, with eyes a shade of emerald no elven eyes could match. They were l
Luciana's Story: Through a child's eyesShe took her first breath, without even knowing of what her future held. Through her innocent eyes, she saw the world as it should be. Bright and happy, born into a world that cherishes her every awaking moment. She was held by the caring embrace of her mother’s arms, warm and safe and eager to explore the world and all it has to offer. Life has begun.Luciana's Story: Through a child's eyes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though in desperate and dark times, her mother continues to love and protect her with all her power. But still, not everything was right in the world. Chaos and sadness begins to break out all around her and all that she knew for just a moment was taken away in the blink of an eye.
Happiness was just a fleeting moment between mother and daughter, for everyone knew what the cost was of bringing a child into a world torn apart by greed. The child’s father was not a kind man and hadn’t been for such a long time. In his mind, he wanted power, but a simple wish in the wrong mind can turn i
Had Enough YetYou brought me into this worldHad Enough Yet4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Expecting great things
As many a person should,
But let me ask you something,
What is it you truly know about me?
Surely you remember that optimistic young girl
Without a care in the world...
Now all that remains,
Is a secluded person
So very detached from her former self...
Once in a while you may ask me,
"What are you thinking of?"
Something tells me
I shouldn't answer that.
Not with the nightmares I've had,
Of me hurting someone...
For all those times
You've never seen me behind closed doors
Assuming I'm wasting my time,
When in reality, in those long conversations to friends online,
I'm keeping someone from taking their life.
Call me a failure
Call me lazy
Call me useless,
I’m starting to not give a damn anymore...
You do realize I have gone through many years of silence
For good reason.
Your constant scorn and anger frighten me.
Your words that have twisted my mind into the perpetual pessimist I have become.
Here I am, on the constant
FireIf life is a slow torture anyway,Fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then it is a blessing to be,
From time to time,
Tortured by love
And if be consumed,
Let it be by fire
DepressedDepressed10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why sometimes out of the blue
i feel so low
why do i want to sit and cry?
when there is nothing
why do i feel so uneasy
why do i have pain
when i sit and think
i just wanna cry it all away
why do i feel this way??
nothing happened yet
to make me feel like this
is just comes out of the blue
am i the only one that this happens to?
why does the pain go so deep??
where did this pain come from?
is it just a phase or is it always goin to be like this??
why all of a sudden
im so depressed?
DepressedDepressed8 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Once again all alone
I suppose I must deserve it
I'm clingy and annoying
Obnoxious and dense
Rash and silly
Lazy and obsessive
Sometimes I hate myself
I want to draw people in
But only push them away
I cry so much lately
Because everything hurts
Maybe I'm not meant to be happy
I force my smile
I fake my laugh
Does anyone notice?
Does anyone care?
It's not "Like Me" to be so
Depressed? Upset? Angry?
What is 'like me'?
Someone tell me
Because I don't know myself anymore
Once again, as before
I'm all alone
suicidal.it’s like she’s toeing the edge of a cliff andsuicidal.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she’s smiling and she’s deadly
and you’re standing too far back to save her
and it’s just too late because she’s about
if you want a list of reasons not to commit suicide,
here it is.
1. you have two dogs that will miss you.
they were wagging their tails and smiling
last night when they took you to the hospital
and i couldn’t find the words to tell them
that they should be quiet.
2. you have a car that you cried when you got
and you roll the windows down and blast music
whenever you pick me up from school
and i’m sorry i never sang along, but this is just to say
that you have things that still make you feel alive.
3. you have a sister that is nice about fifteen percent of the time
and loves you the rest of it. trust me, she does.
she does not remember the last time she hugged you
but she wrote about you when her teacher asked her
who her hero was.
4. mom should
I wish I was a Lesbian rewrite(I use Sak'ra instead of Sakura, since I couldn't 'sing' it with the u. So I wrote it as I sang it. ^^)I wish I was a Lesbian rewrite5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sak'ra is a lesbian, and not a hetero.
She's had enough of Sasuke, and of Naruto,
And all their tough acting, trying to be macho!
Sooo~ now Sak'ra is a lesbian And after INO!
Sak'ra is a lesbian, you have to get this straight.
She's lusting after Ino, her Urges cannot wait.
She wants to have her body, and to copulate.
'Cause Sak'ra is a lesbian, no longer is she straight.
Sak'ra is a lesbian, She's a happy dyke.
She'de rather hang with Karin, so Sasuke take a hike!
Now she loves those, whose gender is alike.
Sak'ra is a lesbian, A very happy dyke!
Sak'ra is a lesbian, she's shouting from her lungs.
She doesn't care for guys no more, They're on her bottom rung.
And she has a new skill set - She's an expert with her tongue!
Sak'ra is a lesbian, that's why this song is sung!
Sak'ra is a lesbian, it's surprised a few,
That she likes Ino and Temari too.
And when they go
Mother Nature's WrathThe supposed deity, Mother Nature, was always present on the backwater planet. The bitter cold wind, stinging Bosch's face and ruffling his fur, was a constant reminder of her wrath. At least the sun was shining as he trudged through the deep snow.Mother Nature's Wrath5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Machu's hungry." Shelly, his small human mate, lagged behind him. The snow was knee deep for her, but she struggled through without complaint.
He did not speak her language, but the translator implanted in his ear understood most human words.
"Soon." In the distance, he still saw the human structure they had escaped. He had killed the humans, but now they were in a race against time. Rescue was waiting for him two days away, weather permitting. He would be assumed dead if he did not appear in that time.
The pup in question, Machu, huffed and circled his bearer on all fours, impatient for his meal. Still light enough to remain on top the snow, the pup kept up better than Shelly.
Machu took after him in appearance, as was natural when his rac
I Was Born This WayAge three: Started checking the Play-Doh lid, making sure it's contents wouldn't dry out.I Was Born This Way4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Age five: Fear of maternal abandonment started. Started checking all my toys, fearing I'd lose one.
Age ten: Social anxiety started, fear off being left alone somewhere started.
Age eighteen: Officially diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. My mental war began.
Age eighteen and a half: Became a Little Monster.
I was born anxious and compulsive. I would lay awake in fear at night at thought of my biological mother dying in her sleep. I feared all the bacteria and microbes that lived around me, I cleaned until the chemicals gave me a headache and I could no longer smell.
When I started my first real relationship, daily anxiety attacks started along with drug therapy and counseling. The war between myself and my mind began. The relationship did not last, but it left a big impression on me. Dating a boy in a band, influenced my taste in music to branch out of m
BLOODY MARY [Springtrap X Reader]BLOODY MARYBLOODY MARY [Springtrap X Reader]2 months ago in Horror More Like This
(Springtrap X Reader)
[Warning: Dark themes ahead. Obsession, swearing, and some themes not very well suited for the minds of the innocent. Procede with caution. I also tweaked the song lyrics a bit, only so they'd make more sense. The reader is gender-neutral, as well. It can go either way.]
Song: Bloody Mary: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_d3cwIa6o0
You there, play with me.
Eat that arm, you vomit.
I come to collect you, the end.
It was your fourth night at Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction. The whole gig of this place was that it was spawned off of the legends and rumors of this old pizzeria franchise known as "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." Supposedly, a gruesome case of child murders took place there and there was even an incident where someone had their frontal lobe bitten out. The franchise eventually sank under all of the bad reputation, and the so-called "haunted" animatronics. The old building was never taken down, really. The place was let
If I kiss youWhat if I kiss you?If I kiss you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I pull you close?
And whisper you the truth
Will you say “I love you”?
Because you shine light into this dark room
I wish I could turn the whole world to slow-mo
Just so I could see this beautiful flower bloom
Maybe then you’d see how much you mean to me
I go on my days with my heartfelt thoughts
Warmth is what you’ve brought into my feather heart
And all of this just feels like the start
I know that one day, we will never be set apart
In case of emergencyI saw the roots of prairie grassesIn case of emergency7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like carrion beetles in their yellowing shells
Nibbling angrily, at the concrete beneath my feet,
At wood sheared to fence posts near the road.
The very earth they rejected, drawing what peace they could.
When did stained glass become the standard?
I have forged narrow mountain paths and stumbled over
Bottle caps secreted between the mica flakes and quartz.
In this city, in the sectors most pregnant with age,
Trees testify shamelessly into the sky.
Clandestine, one coils his reach toward
A flimsy cable, twisted and strung precariously
From corpse to shabby corpse, on and on.
Graceful and altogether stoic, another refuses to wince
As the merciless force of a school bus violates its skirts.
All the monstrous lizards reduced to macabre exhibits,
I fault them for dying. With cold blooded savages
Of the biological nature, the world was better off.
Save the best for last is never the real philosophy.
Find me the soul that cares for what happens to its carca
700I read a story once about a man who had six PhD's in six different fields. I don't remember what fields they were, but I was impressed - that much I remember. As I read on, it became clear that the reason he found so much success was his severe OCD. He was so consumed by the disorder that he read each page of each textbook hundreds of times. And I remember thinking it was crazy, insane, psychotic. But I guess it worked for him. So I forgot about the man with the six PhD's and the torturous perfectionism that some call "disorder."7003 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Until I Met Candyce Karolyn Ethanson.
It was fourth grade and I called her names behind her back because she had to get on the swings so many times in a row that she never even swung. Before she could get on the swing well enough, recess was over. She cried when our teacher pried her from the swing-set, not allowing the repetition to continue. Then we went back inside for class and I remember seeing blood on her fingernails from where they were buried in her l
FriendZoneYou keep using me,FriendZone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im just your dinner in the late evening.
A shelter when your lonely,
A shoulder to cry,
A puppet to hug on,
A melody to sought your soul,
And a substitute to your craziness.
I'm just a drug to take away the pain.
Even though I felt used,
Even if, I know the feeling is not mutual,
Even though, I'm not really sure...
Still I tried to accept,
Trying to hide what's left
for not wanting to push.
Afraid of something to lose.
Always here when needed,
Just friends in bond.
Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 89 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore, with a knee wedged into your ribs and blankets tangled around both of them like sleeping anacondas.
While it's traditional when parties of the opposite sex find themselves entangled for someone's hands to be in an embarrassing position, that actually wasn't the case. She was pretty much in the elf's lap, where one of his knees was up and digging into
Austere ThreadsAustere ThreadsAustere Threads7 years ago in General More Like This
Would they, could they, be anything other than them?
It wasnt a wish; rather, a thought that snagged in her mind, made her mull over it. Could they be other couples, humorous and tragic, beautiful and ridiculous?
She never considered herself a Lucie Manette, but could he be her Sydney Carton? Certainly, he was no Charles Darnay. Could they have rewritten a classic, where instead she felt a chord, beautiful and fragile, sever with his head? Could she have realized what may have been? What if it wasnt a far, far better thing for him to do, what if the place ahead offered no sweet rest? He would instead wander, and she would instead mourn. The road they had unknowingly walked together would split, and without a second thought, they would depart.
In the past, could they have met out on the moors? The place, so infinitely dull, would be their paradise; her dress would snag as
6 Steps to Writing Your Story's First Pinch Point6 Steps to Writing Your First Pinch Point/Main Confrontation6 Steps to Writing Your Story's First Pinch Point2 weeks ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 5 “Plot Points” – Section 5 “The First Pinch Point”
With Links to Supplementary Material
So you've spent the last few chapters of you novel, working on you Rising Action. Within this plot-point, your Protagonist has been aiming for a goal, meeting failure and success, and growing increasingly comfortable or confident that they can achieve that goal. Now, it's time to lift a figurative hammer that your protagonist will see only long enough t