TiredThe end is nearTired1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel it
Run away I can't
Efforts are useless
Dead I will soon be
DreamDancing in the darkness orDream1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reaching for the stars?
Empty but full of life
A dream or a nightmare?
My mind can't tell the difference
Traditions Are ImportantTraditions Are Important4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Title: Traditions Are Important
Characters: Anko, Iruka
Theme: Our Traditions
Summary: Traditions are important and they're meant to be shared so that they can be continued. Anko is not all that great at sharing however.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and I'm certainly not being paid to write this, it's for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of others.
Dedicated to: Kita the Spaz LJ/Y!
"What is he doing here?" Anko ground her teeth together and did her damnedest to mimic her mother's most threatening glare; lips pressed tightly together, eyebrows down and arms crossed.
She and Iruka had a Christmas Eve tradition of meeting in one of the caves of the Hokage Monument to watch the fireworks. The top would be crowded with civilians and shinobi alike, but the caves, particularly the very small one that they had discovered which required them to crawl through a hole and up a ledge, were generally empty. They had been coming there together for three years, ever since they first discove
I Want To Travel The UniverseI'd like to be able to travel faster than light,I Want To Travel The Universe11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So I can coast through the Universe,
Witnessing the births and deaths of the stars.
I want to dive head first into a black hole,
Coming out the other end of this rip in Gravity.
I want to be so small I'd fit inside a quark
That would fit in the atoms that bounce around
Inside these millions of stars.
I want to be so strong I have my own gravitational pull
And there would be planets, moons, and asteroids orbiting me.
I want to swim inside a nebula,
Basking in the radiation of ultraviolet light,
Only in this perfect world I can see
Everything without being blinded.
Then when I'm tired,
I would drift back to Earth,
Tiptoeing back into my room,
Cause my parents wouldn't know I sneaked out.
I would crawl under my covers and smile so wide,
Cause nobody knows what I did that night
Except for me, and the stars sparkling in the sky.
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,How to Insult Poetically2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.
And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;
Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.
Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,
She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.
Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,
Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.
So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.
While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.
She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,
About never idolizing the keen writer's mind...
If that is the case, then why ape my technique?
Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?
You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,
What are we if not performers, is that not true?
Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?
It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;
For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
i'm not an artistwe do not belong in boxesi'm not an artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and bags and books or
and we do not sit contently
in wordsworth and shakespeare
and blake, burns, and brownings
or in the cold stiff bones
of raleigh's of long ago;
detect, and re-select
a virus--a disease,
a germ in every verse and line;
the first signs of
foolish waitings under
bridges and scolding parents
and nothing to signify at all
we are the blood of nations
and the heart of men
and the love of every
rhetorist and sentimist
we dance through the ballrooms of
the age and chat with
we shake hands with heros
and the homeless, dirty
type that gum over 'hello's
we are and aren't and will be
silly verse and
naive philosophers and sweet oxymorons
waving hello from the shore;
forever onward and never ending
like the stars in an
Mass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERSMass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERS3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MASS EFFECT 3 ALTERNATE ENDING *SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*
**EDIT** Holy crap this got way more attention than I was expecting. The comments and support have been amazing everyone!
A few points: Credit where credit is due; this ending, as much as everyone seems to love it, was only created because the amazing team at Bioware created a universe that was so rich and full of life and detail. As much as I know a lot of fans are hurt by what they did, we need to remember that Bioware still created an incredible trilogy, one of the best ever. So hats off to them all round.
Also, this was written really fast and so the ending (specifically the last part on how you actually win using TIM's signal) isn't very fleshed out. I know there are holes, and they can actually be fixed quite easily. This isn't perfect. Also, this doesn't deal with a 'happy' ending. If there were to be one, or you were to even CONSIDER taking the fourth option, you'd need to be damn ready. I'm talking ALL war assets e
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Warmth In Winter?Winter, cold and an empty thing,Warmth In Winter?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It freezes the warmest of hearts,
And slowly kills them from the insides,
But what if i where to tell you,
That there is warmth underneath it,
Under the bitter snow is life,
That can heal the most broken of hearts,
Its the most wonderful of places,
The only problem is when spring comes,
Winter starts to retreat,
And by summer there is no trace of it,
Then fall comes to prepare the world for winters return,
But there is one thing they forget to tell you,
Each year after you have found warmth in winter,
It becomes hard to fined it again,
But that hasn't stopped me from looking.
vandalismshe remembers him sayingvandalism1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
walls were his favorite
artistic medium to work
with - before he found
a better comfort in her
skin; to cover her in
outlines traced on each
of her corners; he tells
her he can make murals
out of her; his fingers
painting her limbs over
statements out of her
breathing; mixing colors
in the way her vision
blurs from a lack of
oxygen: she provides
his signature to this
piece with her voice;
a name held in the air-
after sketching over
her lips with his own
she asks him to finish
by filling in the
outlines: and smudging
over her with different
textures is what will
provide enough depth:
he intertwines himself
with her as an entirely
new layer; "destroy me"
she asks, and he knew
that only meant they
could build legacies on
each other's surfaces.
Latino Elf- Leo Valdez x ReaderYou muffled a laugh as you watched your fire hazard of a boyfriend, Leo Valdez, suffer for a promise he made to you. No, you didn't tell him to babysit your siblings (which would've been gods awful). You asked him if he could help out at your siblings holiday party at school. No, he wasn't Santa, that was Frank's soulful duty. Oh no... Leo Valdez was, ironically, a Latino elf. Yep, in the whole elf get-up and everything. Though, in all honesty, he still looked cute.Latino Elf- Leo Valdez x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At first, Leo kept boasting on how this would be the easiest thing people have asked him to do... Now, judging by his facial expression; it seemed like he would rather work on the Argo II (again) in a short deadline. And that's saying something, after all, he slaved day and night on it!
Now, at the current moment, a small, nosy child was bombarding poor Leo with questions; "Why do you have goggles on?"
"'Cuz I work at the mechanic part of Santa's workshop, kid," Leo remarked.
"Why are you cranky?"
"You keep asking me questi
shedding skini read somewhereshedding skin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that our cells regenerate
every seven years
old ones die
and new parts bloom
and it’s now impossible
for me to be the person
i was ten years ago
no matter how much
i long for the ease of those
because that girl who
hunched over notebooks
in crowded trains
or behind backstage curtains
doesn’t exist any more
so i have to just be
this person now
one my seven-years-ago-self
probably would have loved to be
because she believed
i’d have known how to
after seven years of shedding skin
pity none of those
included a user guide
an update manual
because i feel just as clueless
as my fourteen-years-ago-self
and no matter how many stories
my mother regales of that
i can never again connect
with the way she saw the world
My allotment"For a man is destined to but once to live and allotted to each one time to die. This is the way it has been and will always be."My allotment5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, I can't really explain how it all happened or even why, so you'll get no help that way. What I can do is tell you what happened and maybe you can help me with the rest.
I was born the same as everyone else, went to school in Bozeman hated it just like everyone else grew up, got a girlfriend, got a job nearby; you know, I was a normal person. I got married and had two kids. I never moved out of the area. When my eldest was just three, war broke out. The entirety of Western Africa decided that it would be a good idea to invade Europe. With the sheer force of their numbers, it only took a few days. They greedily set their eyes on the rest of the world and, joined by certain expansionist nations in Asia, they opened the tides of battle.
Being a patriotic man, as far as you can b
I am Like...I am like a wireI am Like...1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You cannot make me rip
But you can still cut me to pieces with
Just a tiny snip
I am like a scissors
I cut away from love
‘Fore it has a chance to fall apart
And leave me in the dust.
I am like a shadow
I always will be there
But no one seems to ever see me
I guess they do not care
I am like a crystal
All that anyone does is break me
But I can only smile
I am like a prisoner
Locked away in my heart
I cannot let someone see me cry
Keep my tears in the dark
I am like a liar
Not ‘like’ – I really am
I lie so I don’t make you feel bad
My lies build up a dam
I am like a river
Pushing against a wall
One day I will shatter my thick dam
... All I can do is fall ...
7 Sorts of Character To Avoid in Your Novel7 Sorts of Character To Avoid in Your Novel7 Sorts of Character To Avoid in Your Novel4 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 3 “Characters” – Section 2 “Bad Character Types”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Last we talked about the Types of Character you could add to your writing. But there are also character types that you want to avoid as much as you can. Using the following types of character is usually the result of creating them only to move the plot along. And while moving the plot is important, it is equally so to create an organic world that mimics the originality in the world around us—especially in the complexity and uniqueness of every human. I encourage you to go through your novel or cast of characters, and either eliminate or improve e
Dear SteveDear Steve,Dear Steve7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
It wasn't anything like I imagined it would be. I can't remember when they started talking about it, but I remember switching on the television one morning a few weeks ago and the news was full of it, and I realised that they had been for a while. World leaders were meeting to discuss potential solutions to the problem. In talk shows experts were interviewed, religious leaders consulted.
But life carried on. I still went to work, early on at least. I still got stuck in the traffic around Carnon Downs. Work wasn't flooded with a mass influx of panicked people. I don't think Gareth even bothered to pull down the emergency protocols manual from high on its shelf.
Gradually the workload decreased. People stopped going to the doctor, fewer people were admitted. Nobody wanted blood tests any more.
Eventually I stopped going to work. There was no point. I called in every day, just in case.
I ended up watching people go to work in the morning, as they continue
Something Borrowedgirls in white dressesSomething Borrowed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't always want weddings.
the priests would speak of leaps of faith
and my hands would clasp the wood in horror,
knuckles bleached like bone- and i found
something old: the knot tied in my throat.
my vocal cords did not let empty words escape.
and there was something blue: the heart
that hesitated. how can a seedling prophesy
its harvest? how can a caterpillar promise
the power of its wings?
so let others gather flowers.
we will skip the mass
but not the bed: and through
this something borrowed,
earn a little time-
and a place to rest our heads.
9 Steps for Adding Genuine Depth to Your Story9 Steps for Adding Genuine Depth to Your Story9 Steps for Adding Genuine Depth to Your Story5 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
(Or Ridding Your Story of Pseudo-depth)
When writing a story, one of the most important aspects to the writer will be the themes. In other words, the message you want to tell the world through your characters, plot, and struggles. However, even stories with a good message often fail on a number of levels, or else try to be deep but come off sounding ridiculous. Today, I'm going to talk about how to create genuine depth in the themes, characters, and dialogue of your story, without turning it into a sermon.
Step 1: Focus on the story and perfect it, long before you worry about the themes.
This is the single greatest failing of most stories with messages. The writer is so focused on them, that they forget the medium altogether. And as important as you think a message is, it is worthless if devoid of a concrete story. So craft your story around something tangible and solid—something that would be wonderful if there were no message whats
Name MeDon't call me childish,Name Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you treat me like a child.
Don't call me crazy,
When you drive me wild.
Don't ask me for help,
When you've left me to drown.
Don't ask me to smile,
When you've made me frown.
Don't make me fight,
When you can't defend.
Don't make me be honest,
When you can't pretend.
Don't tell me to dream,
When you're my nightmare.
Don't damn me to hell,
When you're my only prayer.
Do save yourself;
It's too late for me.
Do ignore the rules;
For me, set yourself free.
autopsyher spine was cracked down the middle,autopsy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her skin unraveled at the seams.
bloated lungs and an emaciated heart filled her no longer moving chest.
her eyes were still open
and her hands stretching for the last thing she ever saw,
though she'd never reached it.
no one knew the exact cause of death,
except the shadow of a boy who avoided her funeral
like it was a plague.
like she was the plague.
Character Form of MiharuCharacter Form of Miharu4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Squad and Position: 3rd Seat of Squad 10
Name: Miharu Nakashima
Seat: 3rd Seat
Hair color: deep red
Eye color: violet
Picture/drawing (link here): http://thesingingsilence.deviantart.com/gallery/29015663
Favorite food: Litchi
Least favorite food: Pork
Hobbies: listening to music, swimming, rythmic gymnastics (ribbon)
Fighting Style: its kinda agile and aggressive, but controlled
Zanpakuto name: Mizukage (= water shadow, water based)
Command for release: "Engi mizukage!" (Lets play Mizukage!)
It looks like an normal katana, slightly longer than others with a hilt shaped like two mirrored D's. The handle is light blue whith a silverish hilt. The Blade itself shimmers blueish and look kinda wet.
The katana liquidates and forms two orbs, one on each back of one's hand. The orbs shimmer deep blue like water. She uses the orbs to soak water from her surrounding to focus i