When I Was a Fair Maid - Part 2The team was woken up early the next day. After a breakfast of cereal and coffee, we were presented with our uniforms. As I pulled mine on, I found that I could not have asked for a better one. The fireproof suit was roomy enough that, man or woman, body shape would be indiscernible. Over my head, I wore a black gas mask.When I Was a Fair Maid - Part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I quickly learned that the mask muffled my voice to the point where most people could only understand around half of what I said. If I had anything important to say, I had to speak as loudly and clearly as I possibly could. A few of my teammates, especially the Engineer, seemed to be able to be able to make out more of what I said than the rest. If I needed something, I would often go to them first, just to make things easier.
After donning my uniform, I met the rest of the team at the practice area behind the base. They, too, had changed clothes. I was surpr
When I Was a Fair Maid - Part 1I was nervous before I even stepped foot on the train. You're probably thinking, 'Oh, that's normal. Going off to war is scary. You never know if you'll come home in one piece.' But you're wrong, I don't care about that. What I'm scared of is the men. Because I've got a secret, and if it ever gets out then my career as Pyro is over.When I Was a Fair Maid - Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm a woman.
When I saw the RED poster up in the corner store, I couldn't help but send in an application. I've loved fire since I was a little girl, snuggling up next to it during the cold, winter nights. It's fascinating, like a cat that will bite you unless you treat it just right. I signed my name as Jim Smith, a name so common that it wouldn't be questioned.
I don't know if my application was so outstanding that they didn't need an interview, or if they weren't going to give one in the first place. Either way, I was spared that particula
Lessons for TodayToday in math class, they would be learning how to factor quadratic equations. Miss Gracie, called Mrs. G by her students, knew this because she had the lesson planned out meticulously across three-and-a-half sheets of college-ruled notebook paper, which sat neatly in a folder before her. She knew because, like with all her lessons, she had recited it in front of her dressing mirror last night, right before bed.Lessons for Today2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She glanced at the clock. Ten minutes left until class. Its tick, tick, tick was the only sound in the room.
She looked around the room. Nothing but the equation charts that she covered with long sheets of colored paper during tests (always to the dismay of the students) and Tu fui, ego eris. Latin. What you are, I was; what I am, you will be. She stared at it. She had written it out on a sheet of white cardstock and stuck it to the wall with blue tape on her first day. It seemed like a kind and encouraging quote, a reflection
When I Was a Fair Maid - Part 3We were all tense the morning of the battle, though each of us showed it in our own way. As we ate breakfast, I watched the Spy triple- and quadruple-check his technology, making sure nothing would malfunction. At the same time, Scout sat across from me, talking everyone's ears off. He bragged nonstop, saying the BLUs should be shaking in their boots.When I Was a Fair Maid - Part 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
I left the dining hall as soon as I was finished eating, having no desire to stay and talk. I wandered down the concrete hallways, without a destination in mind. At one point I stuck my head in the Engineer's workshop, only to be told to go away immediately. He was stressed, still making last-minute changes on his buildings. He didn't need me bothering him.
About five minutes before seven, the team gathered in the starting area. It was a little room, rimmed with benches and containing two supply cabinets. We stood around, looking over our weapons one l
To The TeamThe early morning wind blows coldTo The Team3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over a desert sand sea.
A base sits, not new, not old
But constant. A free
Air clings to the place.
A Boston boy swings
And rings his ma
Every night. He boasts
About his baseball and his da
Who played for the Red Sox.
He takes a blue streak and toasts
Carlton Fisk . He tries to get his rocks
Off with Pauling again and fails.
He sleeps with a night light.
The Giant sits in his bed
And sips his drink and dreams
About his home, stained red
With his family's blood. The reams
Of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky on
The cold floor rustle in the draught.
He kisses Sasha good night and is gone.
He says a prayer for the Tsar.
A gas-choked demon prowls
The halls. His burns keep him awake
And all the words and sneers burn
Him more than the fiery howls
Of flame that make his foes shake.
He longs for friends and finds none.
His only friend was an old woman
Who took him in once, a nun
Or such she may have been. Forgets.
In an oil-stained corner is
The Engie. A Ten gallon hat
Pet Soldiers: An Operators' ManualPet Soldiers: An Operators' Manual2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pet Soldiers: An Operator’s Manual
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Dear DadDear Dad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear dad I love you.
Dear dad you were my world, but that world began to change.
Dear dad; why did you hit mom and make me watch?
Dear dad; why did you beat my brother?
Dear dad I will do anything you ask, just show me you can change for the better.
Dear dad; why did you corner me?
Dear dad; why can’t I stop shaking and crying?
Dear dad; why did I believe you could change?
Please someone help me!
For YouCome rain, do come shineFor You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One day, you shall be mine
And the hurt and tears
Shall turn to smiles and cheers
Let me be your strength
Let me be your shoulder
To keep your pain away, at an arms length
As we grow older
My heart, for you, my love
Give me yours
Safe keeping's my middle name, little dove
It's no chore
I shall keep it hidden and locked away
Just promise you won't take it back someday
My Love to be...
Pet Snipers: An Owner's GuidePet Snipers: An Owner's Guide5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pet Snipers An Owner's Manual
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Yin/YangYangYin/Yang3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Heads or tails?"
He always picks heads.
I flipped the coin.
I'm such a liar.
I roll my eyes.
He climbed onto the swing,
so I got behind him
She walked seven steps in seven seconds, then stopped for seven seconds before starting again. Eventually, she grew tired of the pattern, and began
By the time she arrived home, her legs were burning and her mouth tasted bitter with rhythm.
Character Sheet TemplateGeneral InformationCharacter Sheet Template2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Any unhealthy habits:
Briefly explain life story:
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Any enemies (and why):
Love interest (if there is one):
Peaceful or violent:
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Weaknesses: (At l
CorruptionA sharp clicking sounded echoed throughout the warehouse as a young woman's high-heeled boots met with the metal catwalk. She gazed dismally at the Thanagarian in front of her as she approached and her lips formed a sad smile. The others eyes were filled with traces of rage. She had, after all, almost killed this woman's husband and son a few nights ago. She had almost murdered two of the world's greatest superheroes. The anger radiating from her didn't surprise her but there was something that did.Corruption3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't look so sympathetic," She whispered. "You have to do this."
"No I don't," The Thanagarian tried to reason with her. "It doesn't have to end this way."
"I should have listened to you," The woman stopped walking as she sighed. "None of this would have happened if I had-"
"You only did what you thought was right. What happened to John and Rex was an accident."
"That doesn't change the fact that I almost killed them!" She sighed in defeat. "I never meant for it to become so personal. All
The EndDig your nails into your skin, feel their harshness crawl within.The End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scratch and tear the flesh apart, for here begins a fresh new start.
See the pink, the red, and the blue, grab a knife, you know what to do.
Remove the organs, hear the tears, scream and wail for further repairs.
And now you're down to your heart, tear it out to end and restart.
shhhwe are lurking too close to jesus,shhh3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the empty edge of a lightless stage,
curved nails digging into the skin of our pale palms.
he asks as an afterthought
do you believe in something holy? and i think yes,
i think this is what i believe in.
Pet Medics for DummkopfsPet Medics for Dummkopfs4 years ago in Humor More Like This
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Take CarePeople laugh at my depressionTake Care3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But I do not care
I get questioned because of my obsession
All they receive in response is a glare
Peer pressure is so dramatic
Sometimes it gets too much to bear
Legions of fans can get so ecstatic
But sometimes I wish I wasn’t there
Getting a job means I will be paid some money
But the main question is simply “where?”
It’s weird how some situations can be so funny
Especially when it gets you a blank stare
I wish I could write a story
About how I lived with awkwardness everywhere
What will it take to get you to look after the inventory?
As I try to make sure I have something nice to wear
They always tell me to take care
One day I started to bring up a mission
But there was nothing interesting anywhere
I wish that the story we brought was the new edition
To the collection that I hide under the stairs
Bring in the teddy bear I gave away
The world is simply too young to bear
Some people have far too much to say
So it wouldn’t be
Inner StrengthInner StrengthInner Strength3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes in life,
God! Is he okay?
you’re put through certain situations.
I don’t think he’s breathing!
You don’t have any control over the situation.
Oh God, what do we do?
But there, at that moment you need to be strong.
Excuse me, coming through. What’s wrong?
You’re going to be tested!
H-he fell over all of a sudden and stopped breathing!
On your Inner Strength.
Try CPR, please!
The experiences you’ve dealt with,
can either strengthen you
or weaken you.
It all depends on you though.
Come on, don’t give up on me!
You can make that experience an asset or,
ultimately eradicate you.
But hey, like I said before,
It all depends on y
I ThoughtI thought you were gone, erased my mind,I Thought3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But nature to me is never kind.
I thought life changed, that I was free,
That you were no longer following me.
I thought your eyes I forgot,
Some sanity back I got,
I thought I no longer believed in superstitions
You no longer appeared in my visions.
I thought you disappeared from my fate,
But I felt neither bad nor great
It was the end of the greatest love,
Or so I thought...
My heart began to scream and yell,
Without your smile I saw hell,
I realized that without you,
On this planet there is nothing to do!
Merry Christmas, John. I love you.John had died a long time ago. Christmas was his favorite holiday. Karkat missed him so much.Merry Christmas, John. I love you.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Hey Karkat, Christmas is my favorite holiday." John would always say that. Karkat missed that. He missed it so fucking much. How could those simple words of childish cheer brighten his day? It did. It just made him happy.
John always made a big deal over Christmas. He had said, before his dad died that they would bake cakes and share presents. There were scattered tears in his eyes when the words were said. Karkat now knows how that feels to talk about memories of a loved dead one.
Karkat was crying. His tears were from a broken heart. How could John leave him? It was his stupid holiday that he should be spending with him here now. He choked out tears and little screams. John lifted him up. Made him drunk on life. Now all that was gone. Fucking went down the drain.
Karkat would comfort John. Where was the person to comfort him now? He was left to suffer on his own. Left to grieve
Even Striders Feel It (PREVIEW!)Everyone knew the name "Dave Strider" in Houston, Texas. He was the town heart-breaker, infamous for his one-night stands. Yet despite his reputation, ladies and dudes alike fell for him, thinking they were special, that they were "The One." Without exception, all of them soon realized that they had thought wrong; they were just like the others.Even Striders Feel It (PREVIEW!)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, almost without exception
Even Striders Feel It - Chap. IEveryone knew the name "Dave Strider" in Houston, Texas. He was the town heart-breaker, infamous for his one-night stands. Yet despite his reputation, ladies and dudes alike fell for him, thinking they were special, that they were "The One." Without exception, all of them soon realized that they had thought wrong; they were just like the others.Even Striders Feel It - Chap. I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, almost without exception
Dave Strider shoved his key into the lock on the apartment door. He struggled with it, grumbling, until it finally clicked and the door swung open. He stumbled into the dark entrance-hallway and called "Hey, I'm home." He felt the wall for the switch and flipped it, bathing the short corridor in harsh orange light from the flickering bulb.
Dave removed his shades with a tired sigh and sauntered out into the living room. He looked around and turned on a couple more lights before collapsing into the couch. He turned the T.V. on and lazily scrolled through the channels, not really paying attention to
It's simply my way to cope. Johnkat versionKarkat was in the midst of cutting. He sliced a wound into his wrist and he watched the blood slowly drip around the edges and fall to the ground. His roommate wasn't home and he also made sure to lock the bathroom door. He heard his roommate open the front door. Fuck, he was in middle of slicing the third cut up his arm. There was a knock on the bathroom door as he roommate complained he had to piss. Fuck his life.It's simply my way to cope. Johnkat version3 years ago in Drama More Like This
John knocked on the bathroom door waiting for his roommate Karkat to come out so he could finaly piss. Damn why was Karkat always in the bathroom. Soon the door opened and out stepped a pale Karkat tugging at his sleeves. John always wondered why he was tugging at them.
Karkat retreated back to his room. A few drops of blood hit the carpet on his way. Blood kept oozing over his wrists like lava pooling over a mountain. He grabbed his emergency back up kit and got to work. Hopefully, John wouldn't be stupid enough to walk in on him. It was his own fucking room after all.
LookingPalms sweating, back twitching, just a glance setting me off. Oh god you're looking back, what do I do? Shuffling my feet, biting my lip, you start to approach me. Now it's getting bad. Are my teeth clean? Hair combed? I notice your every detail. A warm grin reflects from your complextion, my mug only responding with a crooked smile. I take your hand in mine; smooth, delicate porcelain. Day One- So far success.Looking3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This