Vent write... I guessA small girl stood on her toes to see over the huge crowd if other students as the headmaster stepped up to the podium. A quick hush fell over the crowd.Vent write... I guess2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Welcome to the Academy, and your Sorting day!" Some students cheered, and the girl could see them eyeing some of the labeled areas already. The force fields surrounding them, however, were opaque, and she couldn’t see through to them. "Today, you will sort yourselves into one of five factions. There are the Athletic, the Artistic, the Musical, the Intellectual, and the Beautiful. You only have the time allotted to choose an area and begin your training immediately. Once you are in an area you are confined to that area until time is up. Choose carefully, and good luck!"
The headmaster raised his hands, and the force fields became transparent. The girl played with the zipper on her black jacket as she looked around. Each area had some seniors and teachers in it, already talking to children who had made a sprint for it.
every chance i didn't take IIYou tell him about your cancer on a Sunday,every chance i didn't take II2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
in the shower of all places, in between brunch plans
and speculations about whether or not the weather
will ever get any colder - hasn't it been the strangest November?
Just the strangest.
You casually mention that somewhere
deep in the secret space between your hips
your own cells are proliferating uncontrollably,
whispering treason and passing down forgeries,
teaching each other the steps of mitosis with alarming intent.
You don't miss a beat as you drop survival percentages
mixed in with tomorrow's rain forecast
and predictions about the game later that afternoon -
easy as breathing, even as counterfeit armies
shred through the soft tissue just below
his favorite place on your spine.
And as you stand there
calmly making conversation
and sharing the last of the soap,
he watches the water
run quiet rivers
through your hair.
Daddy IssuesRory asks River why she saved the Doctor in Berlin.Daddy Issues2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Why did you save the Doctor?” Rory asked.
River stopped with a cracker halfway to her mouth. “What?”
They were sitting on a bench, feeding crackers to the ducks, waiting for Amy and the Doctor to return. They’d just saved 1912 Paris from being overrun by giant ants in the sewers.
Amy and the Doctor were taking the homeless man who had helped them, back to his family.
“What do you mean?” River asked, brow wrinkled as she tossed the cracker to the ducks quacking at their feet.
“In Berlin,” Rory said, turning toward her on the bench. “You’d spent all that time as Mels, just waiting for him to turn up so you could kill him, then you saved him. Why?”
River stared at him as if he should know this. She pressed her lips together, as if she was thinking, her blue-green eyes steady on his.
Finally she came to a decision. “You nodded.”
Baby NamesWhat would the Doctor and River name their child?Baby Names9 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Oh my god, River. We made a person!”
The Doctor stared up from the medical scanner screen in the Tardis sickbay, his eyes wide with awe. He stared back down at the small cluster of pink cells showing on the screen.
River, sitting on the diagnostic bed, grinned at him flirtily. “Not quite, Sweetie. She’s only four cells so far.”
“She? You know it’s a she?” he asked excitedly, his eyes so huge and gleaming he looked ready to burst with excitement.
“No, but I’ve got to use some pronoun.” She cocked her head at him. “Are you pleased?”
“Pleased? Pleased!” He whooped and scooped her up in a whirling dance, arms and legs going everywhere, bouncing her around until her hair bobbed and she started laughing.
“A baby, River! We’re going to have a baby! What will we name her?” He stopped dancing suddenly, h
50 Prompts1. Closure50 Prompts4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
5. The video player
8. Just one more drink
10. And you are?
13. Broken glass
14. The window
16. The guy at the comic store
17. Breaking away
20. "Sentimental git."
21. Easy peasy
22. The guy/girl next door
25. School trip/ vacation
26. Do I have to?
28. Cassette tape
29. Missed call
31. Hotel room
32. New girl/boy
35. One way exit
38. Jump on three
41. Why didn't you wake me?
43. Come alone
44. Lactose intolerant
45. Phone box
47. I will if you will
48. Vest top
49. There's a stranger in my bed
Dear HeartOrgans don't feel - chemicals make love.Dear Heart3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Dear GamzeeDear Gamzee,Dear Gamzee4 years ago in Romance More Like This
ROSES ARE RED,
VIOLETS ARE BLUE,
YOURE MY MOIRAIL,
AND YOUR MIND IS MISSING A SCREW.
INSANITY IS BLACK,
PURITY IS WHITE,
FROM MY HEART,
I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY MIGHT.
MOIRAILS ARE DIAMONDS,
MATESPRITS ARE HEARTS,
AND I KNOW,
YOU DONT HAVE ALL THE SMARTS.
AUSPISTICE ARE CLUBS,
KISMESIS ARE SPADES,
IM BEING BLUNT,
JUST LIKE MY SICKLE BLADES.
I LOVE YOU, FUCKASS.
moondust.we live in a world where our lungs are black and outlined with angry streaks of red. we plant diseases and destruction in the holes of our stomachs and watch them grow they shoot up fast and clog up our throats with ashy leaves.moondust.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
our fingernails are ripped, jagged edges digging into pale skin and leaving white hot lines in their wake. our wings are crumpled, feathers bent and pressing into the expanse of our backs they're the weights on our shoulders, and there's no space left for anything else.
your tongue is cracked and so is mine. words no longer form, sounds no longer rise. dreams and wishes fall into the cracks as nightmares rush past them out into the open. that breathtaking sequel to life you were hoping for no longer exists we are now aimless, hopeless, and craving for sin.
we swallow moons and exhale moondust; we stray from orbits and into vacuums. but all we ever wanted were the touch of lightly powdered lips against our flesh.
Fantasy Writing PromptsFantasy Writing Prompts6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Fantasy Writing Prompts
2.The monster under the bed
3.Falling in love with your food
4.A friends unusual pet
5.Getting something you don't have the money for
6.Lost on your birthday
7.The haunted tavern
8.Cursed with the morphing ability
9.Troubles of a bard
10.Childhood toy turns out to be secret artifact
12.Selling invisible armor
13.Friend bets they can pick up any species at the bar
14.A stranger explains how they have a replica of your weapon
15.A childhood story comes to life
16.Finding a teleporter spell/device
17.Learning a new alphabet
18.Something trying to eat you without provocation
19.Hearing a bard sing your tale
20.A failed adventurer
21.A rulers pet peeve punishment
22.Battle victory music
23.You'll never believe this!
24.A confrontation with innerself
25.Getting a zombie slave for a present
26.You receive a talisman with adverse effects
28.One of your items causes a riot
29.The bigger they are, the harder they
Our biggest fanHear me read itOur biggest fan2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pity the sky.
Even when all else turns to dust,
And debris, and dies,
The sky cannot move,
Cannot look away,
Or do anything but weep ever after
And ache to wrap those it loves
In lonesome clouds and carry them away.
I pity the sky.
Abandoning PreciousnessThe most important thing about creating art is to create. If you want to be at ease with creativity, you have to immerse yourself in it, and do a little bit every day. Even if that little bit is only to take five minutes while waiting for the bus to come and do a gesture drawing of a man reading his book across the street from you. Or to take the moment to scribble down a thumbnail rough sketch of a concept that occurs to you. Do a little bit each day. Train your brain to think visually.Abandoning Preciousness3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it.”
“Art is hard!”
“I’m not good enough yet for that piece I’ve always wanted to do.”
“I’m stuck. Artist’ block.”
These are all excuses. Yes art IS hard. Yes, you might not be good enough yet to do that masterwork that you’ve been dreaming of, but let me le
Starving ArtistShe held an aquamarine crayonStarving Artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in between her chubby little fingers
Her small hand swallowed it
A glow enveloped her cyan eyes,
like firecrackers on the Fourth of July
She scribbled wildly,
with no direction
She held a marigold pencil
in between her slim fingers-
no longer chubby, but she thought they were
Her collarbones smiled through her skin,
even though she did not
But she still doodled,
eating her mistakes
She held a ballpoint pen
in between her brittle bones-
they were supposed to be fingers
Her ribcage protruded like shelves at the market,
however held no food: only pain
But she still drew,
and devoured the ink
She was a starving artist,
and art was all she ate.
Crona's PoemCrona's Poem5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The moon dips down and the world
forever casted in this lake of darkness.
No place of shining light
to guide me through the trecherous maze
of death, sadness, sorrow, and pain.
In this life,
I stand all alone,
only imagining to have a light.
I'll watch the devistation I have wrought;
watch all of the people suffter
in agony just like mine,
I would take their pain.
The sun forgot to take it's reign
and the moon weeps,
starts its twinkling tears.
Perhaps I wasn't meant to
simply be here at all.
The wayI cause destruction where I stand...
I must only be no more than a burden.
This realm of eternal night
takes hold of this twisted, tainted
soul of mine.
Please forgive me~
For what I have done
and what is only on my path
I'm sorry I'm here;
I'm so sorry I was born
SpinelessMy mother always told me I was born with four spines. They stay there, side by side, in my ramrod straight back, the reason for my very correct posture. So when my back began to arch, people noticed.Spineless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My parents were first. You look different, they would suppose as I would approach every morning for breakfast. Is something wrong? My mother would question. Are you ill? My father would ask.
I had a gift with the vague and I used it to my only advantage in this scenario. Because telling them the truth would be a lot more devastating. How would I tell them about the fact that my bones, my spine, the very part of me they admired most, was depreciating?
I suppose the trouble with most relationships is to trust someone, knowing that you would willingly lie to them, just to protect them from getting hurt. We all do it, and those of us who claim we don’t, only lie because their lies are smaller. I lied to protect them from what had happened to my bones. Not just my spi
70 Writing Prompts1. A chance meeting70 Writing Prompts4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
3. Holding hands
20. Wine stain
27. With or without you
44. Breaking the rules
51. First encounter
62. A drive
63. Your character in their youth
The Universe“His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”The Universe1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A single silver thread. A thread that spans the entire circumference of the world. I travel along this thread, it’s bound to my side. I can an infinite amount of stardust floating about me. I see people moving, people still. I blink, someone stops moving, I blink again, someone new moves. I am golden.
I sway through the stars, I live. I stop and let myself float, I am dead. What am I? Am I like them? Do I move? Am I still? Alive or dead? I do not know what I am.
Their souls are solid, they have one purpose. My soul is liquid, it has many objectives. I see someone who stops moving, like a toy winding down, I blink at them, and someone new is formed in a far off land. What power do I possess?
The stars align in a certain way I can control. I wave my hand, I see a family, I wave my hand again, someo
435 Writing Prompts!1. Violinist. (Or violin)435 Writing Prompts!3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
3. Paper aeroplane.
4. Dandelion seed.
6. She sings.
7. Dragonfly toes.
8. A stolen ring.
9. Broken wristwatch.
10. Missing tooth.
12. Fairytale gone wrong.
19. Lucky rabbit's paw.
24. 1000 paper cranes.
27. Puppet show.
28. Triskaidekaphobia. (Fear of the number thirteen.)
30. Letters to the moon.
32. Ballet shoes.
35. Breathless. (Or, breathlessly.)
36. Tachycardia. (An unusually fast heartbeat.)
37. Bradycardia. (A very slow heartbeat.)
40. Strobe light.
42. Fake quirks.
43. Contact lenses.
44. Siren. (Either the mythological creature, or the object.)
46. Comet in a bottle.
50. Tarot card.
The Beast Ch. 11Using the same method that we used to find each other, we stumbled upon a very alert, concerned Tempus.The Beast Ch. 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Manjatu! What did I tell you? What was the first thing I said? Don't split up! And what do you do? Get teleported to the Alternate!"
"Humans... alright, we still should be on our way to the center. We've lost a lot of time."
"You better talk on the way."
"Well, I won't be talking very long, because it teleported you close to the middle. We just have to walk for a couple hours. But that's still cutting it short. If Archana is right and your friends are not dead already."
"Shut up, Mitch."
"Legend says that when the Nexus was first created, as a realm where the code of all players could live and be stored, it was created by a brother and sister. The sister wanted the place to be a safe haven, while the brother wanted this place to be more like an Underworld. As the siblings worked their magic, they constantly fought. Finally, the brother left the
Kyrie Eleison English Lyrics-Hatsune MikuI looked out of the window todayKyrie Eleison English Lyrics-Hatsune Miku3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Like all the other days I was remembering you
Now I'm always alone, happiness I don't know
This sadness never ends, forever haunted
No matter what I continue to
Watch you forever, never letting go of you
I'll be writing a song, writing lyrics to you
Forever I'll sit here, writing only of you
So I ask God
I wonder if he really hears my questions and
I wonder when
He'll start to answer me and hear my selfishness
I wonder when
I'm paralyzed now, wrapped in sadness everyday
But someday I know I'll get my dearest wish
Swallowed by pain I continue my daily life by
Pitying the stars that hang in the night sky
And even though I try so hard
I don't think I'll ever forget about you
Even though you're so far away
I find that I can't
Even though you're much too far away
I looked out of the window today
Like all the other days I was remembering you
All I could remember was your sad melody
When it played in my ears, your haunting memory
So I ask God
I wonder if he re
Sexone time at schoolSex1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was dancing down the hall,
and I was telling a friend of mine
about how virginity is not a flower,
but rather it is an orchard, bearing fruit
ripe enough to entice Eve
and as our mouths began to water a teacher stopped me
and told me that the words I spoke
were a sin to school halls,
and I told her that the true sin
was a teaching about how Christopher Columbus
a rapist and a murderer
was depicted as some sort of savior of
And of course that could not be so
what with moral absolutism
a rapist could not be a Messiah
a rapist could not be a hero and the teacher just looked at me,
"isn't it just sex?
Alive~Aya's Theme~Mad Father Little critters,Alive~Aya's Theme~Mad Father2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Come to play with me,
All the birdies are,
But don't you think
That they also will
Be prettier if
They stay still?
Red, yellow, and blue.
I will pick the prettiest ones for you.
And make the perfect flower crown
For your head
And now all of the flowers are dead! *giggles*
Vroom, vroom *chainsaw noises*
What a lovely
In my wake.
Father says this
Is not allowed
So I guess
I will stop
Till Death Do Us PartThe poison resting beneath my lungsTill Death Do Us Part2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As fire in the rain
The lies painting my tongue
The crimson blood stains
A scream drenching the skies
A shining blade of diamond rings
Sinking into your cries
A nightmare of the prettiest things
A demon with wings
Resting in my heart
So tell me again,
Again and again...
"Till death do us part."