Exchange 1It hadn't even been five minutes in the new, large school and Kurt Hummel already felt completely lost. The red-headed guidance counselor who he had met insisted on not taking his hand and easily leading him through the almost impenetrable sea of students, on account of "foreign germs, no offense". It took him a moment to figure out exactly what she had said, his English new and rusty. He struggled to keep up with her as she carefully weaved through the crowded hallway as to not touch anyone. Finally, after what seemed like forever and had Kurt readjusting his Asos leopard print and leather blazer, they reached an old wooden classroom door. The pale boy sighed.Exchange 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was so different at the schools here compared to his own school back in Marseille. In France, the academic work had been so much farther ahead than the work he had had the chance to preview here. He had been the best in his Philosophy class, and was quite disappointed to find they didn't teach that here. Actually, most of the
prologe- The Night Liversprologe- The Night Livers5 years ago in Settings More Like This
The chill air whipped at my bare legs as i ran from the shadow chasing me. the dead forest leaves crunched under my bare, frostbitten bare feet giving away my location. Hiding was not an option because the shadow would just find me by following the aroma of my blood and the fear in it was driving him insane. Before all this he pulled up to me in a white mini Van and told me that he can change my life completely if i stepped closer. He promised me a better world where no one can tell me what to do or what to be.
" just something i need back," he said in his rough voice.
" What was that?" i had asked, thinking it was something horrible like being raped or murdered.
" Your services. You see, i have this organization and i think you'll be perfect for it."
" What is it that you do exactly?"
" i run an Organization called V.H.S, vampire hunter society."
" Sorry but i don't belive in vampires." After he drove away i saw this shadow that began foll
Tutorial - How To BattleTutorial - How To Battle6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
HOW TO BATTLE
You've been accepted into IPL, and you're ready to take on some battles. The battle process might be a bit daunting if you're not used to the league system, so we've fixed up a few things and made a few things clearer for you bros in IPL.
Your submission must use the Pokémon from your existing lineup. Any attempt to change your lineup to bypass the fee and the admins will result in a penalty.
Your submission may contain foul language, violence, and nudity. Excess amounts of these things require a mature tag.
For battles that have multiple pages, please only send the first page to us and link your pages together.
Keep yourself accurate to the Pokémon game canon, and make sure you use canon moves, although the manner of use may differ.
1) Find An Opponent.
Finding an opponent is as simple as just messaging the person you want to battle. You can look through the gallery of cards to find people you specifically want t
I Ask You To SeeI Ask You To See3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you look at me
What do you see?
Don't tell me you see a
Nice, pretty, young person
because your only looking.
I asked you to see.
I'm not nice:
I have beaten so many people down
I've called too many people names...
I'm not pretty:
This eye is a little darker than this one
I am young...
But I have more mistakes than most my age.
I definately have more secrets...
I am for surely a person.
I fail and continue to.
Now that I've said this
Will you stop looking?
Will you finally see?
As my last request to you
I ask you to see.
One SipSince that night, I have believed in love at first song.One Sip2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darling, you stirred your voice into the coffeehouse scents;
It carried notes of inspiration and the flavor of your soul.
Your words trickled down my throat, and I savored their warmth.
There was no bitterness, no dregs- just your heart poured out.
I abandoned my cup to follow, “hello” scalding my tongue.
:Lucyfer:Byłem piękny, jaśniałem jak gwiazda:Lucyfer:6 years ago in Other More Like This
Synem Jutrzenki zwany - trwałem pyszny
Dumny i próżny
Piękny na zewnątrz - zgniłem w środku.
Z głuchym trzaskiem rozbiłem się w czeluściach
Zepsuty w sercu, zmarniałem w okuciach nienawiści
Odszedłem i skryłem się w mroku
Nie niosę już światła.
Po przeszłym życiu pozostał blask
Blask mdlący, ohydny - dawny ja.
Love in the Winter WoodsTogether we walk in the winter woods beneath the moonlightLove in the Winter Woods11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
concealed within darkness new life awakens in the night,
rediscovering each other in the shadow of Ash tree
in our own secret language with silence your lips speak to me,
my heart whispers your name like a sacred hymn with every beat,
touched by the reckless wind my skin quivers in need of your heat,
your smile splits me in half with palms pressed together our eyes meet,
decadently it begins to snow while we drink in the sight,
on my flesh your fingers play a nocturne song to set me free.
it is during these unspoken moments we become complete.
Essay: Why God CAN'T create meaningEssay: Why God CAN'T create meaning4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Many religious apologetics claim that without God, nihilism necessarily follows. The counterpoint has been made many times that even if the universe is meaningless or unpalatable without God, that doesn't make God any more likely to exist. If you decide that a world in which you're no seven feet tall is unacceptable to you, that won't make you any taller. However, nobody seems to have questioned the assumption that God's existence would impart meaning.
After listening to lectures from religious believers and talking to them online, I've noticed that they tend to view their God the same way a toddler views a father figure. Daddy is infinitely strong. Daddy knows everything, and he is always right. If Daddy says it's good, it's good. Pointing out flaws and inefficiencies in God's alleged work, and the moral and logical errors in God's alleged plan, seldom phases a believer, just like a toddler can never b
Hate.I hate myself.Hate.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mean someone has to.
I look in the mirror and all I see,
Is someone ugly.
No matter how hard I try,
And no matter what I say or do,
I mess everything up.
Nothing goes right,
Everything goes wrong.
I can't do anything right.
I want to please everyone,
If I can't be happy then
I should at least make others happy.
I mess everything up.
I can't make anyone happy.
I hate myself.
So do me a favor,
And hate me too.
Because if you hate me,
Then I don't have to hate myself.
Tell TaleHer words had all been loosed.Tell Tale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her foes had fled the fray.
The quiver in her voice,
She could not cast away.
Strangled RedThere are tons of stories out there about hacked pokemon games. Some of them really quite neat such as the one about a version where you get a ghost as a starter. Some are ridiculous as well, silly stories about people dieing after playing a game, or the game talking to them. God, don't these writers know less is more when it comes to this stuff? Ah well, I digress.Strangled Red5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I grew interested in these hacked games that are apparently in any thrift store, on ebay, or handed out by homeless people to random passersby. I didn't have the pleasure of meeting these creepy people, I merely found this particular cartridge in a trash bin when the garbage truck backed into my neighbor's dumpster. I noticed the game and asked the trash man if I could take it, and he didn't seem to mind. It was thrown away after all. I of coarse checked with my neighbor to confirm if they actually didn't want it, though they seemed perplexed, as if they'd never seen it in their life. Their son made a grab for it, a little
Old HandsGrandpa was always the one to do thingsOld Hands1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
-with his own hands.
He built his house,
our playhouses, tepees and dream castles
with his own hands.
Age 70 he was still climbing our roof,
(the one of the real house)
with his own hands.
So the worst thing
the worst thing
the worst thing was
when he had to watch our hands
-we all had come to help-
tend to his beloved garden
while his hands could do
The worst thing was
when he died
-on the inside-
'I am so useless.'
And I wished,
and I wished,
milosc, czy spelniona?Miłość nie pyta, ani nie wybiera,milosc, czy spelniona?7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
nie patrzy do metryki, ani do portfela,
nie zna kompromisów, ani niepewności,
bo któż by się oparł prawdziwej miłości?
Miłość, ta gorąca, potrafi skrzydeł dodać,
lecz także okrutne cierpienia zgotować,
gdy ktoś do kogo nasze serce należy,
w miłość, tak na prawdę, w ogóle nie wierzy.
Lecz wystarczy tylko spojrzenie, czułe słowo,
by naszą nadzieję rozpalić na nowo,
nawet mając pewność, że to tylko złuda,
naiwnie można wierzyć, że jednak się uda.
Nie zawsze jednak jest to uczucie jednostronne,
chodź nieraz te marzenia okazują się płonne,
a kiedy nasza miłość jest odwzajemniona,
każdy ból ukoją kochanka ramiona.
MiloscSiedzieli na przeciw siebie.Milosc9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ona patrzyła się w Jego oczy.
Delikatnie chwyciła Go za dłoń.
Ciągnęła Mężczyznę za rękę. Wybiegli na ośnieżoną ulicę.
On uśmiechał się do ukochanej.
Ona odwzajemniała każdy uśmiech.
Zaciągnęła Go w ciemną uliczkę, gdzie On przytulił ją mocno do siebie.
Nie zauważył, że z Jej rękawa wysuwa się ostrze.
Całował Ukochaną i pieścił...
On leżał, a śnieg wokół niego zabarwiał się na czerwono.
Ona zaś uśmiechnęła się i uciekła...
Jej imię to "miłość"
Family Forever Chapter Four - That One Bit MoreFamily Forever Chapter Four - That One Bit More4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"It all started here." Ed explained; the ruins of our old house in front of us. "There was the main room, our room, the kitchen, the basement, the memories; it sure does bring me back." Ed let out a small laugh, walking across where every room roughly was.
"I'm surprised there's still some ashes left and that they all haven't been blow away." I chuckled, scratching the back of my head; glass shattering from underneath Ed's left foot as he tread forward a step. Brother straight away peered down at the floor where the noise had come from. He crouched down and digged in the pile of rubble, he was standing on and pulled out a dusty cracked, wooden photo frame, which had a photo still in it. He shook the ashes out the cracked photo frame before lifting it up to show me.
"Al remember this photo? I'm surprised it's still in good condition." He said, facing it towards me. I stepped closer to him and glanced at the photo. It was a photo of us as young boys with mother, mum held
maskShe laughs because she can't cry.mask10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knowing what harm it does.
So she wears a mask,
That could best the jester's
With a smile carefully put in place,
She walks about her day
Under that mask a small girl cries.
Lost and lonely and ready to die
Huddled in a corner in the only light.
She watches the shadows,
as they creep closer.
She holds her hope,
In a silver locket that once was gold.
Clings to it in vain faith,
That one day she will be able to run from the shadows.
Knowing that it will never come true .
She watches over me and you.
Looking through the eyes of that smiling girl you see.
She laughs but with tears in her eyes.
So she closes her eyes when ever she laughs,
So no one can see,
what lays hidden underneath .
look closely next time you watch her laugh.
And look for the tears.
It's like looking through crystal glass.
So painfully obviously,
That you chose to look away,
And look only upon the smiling girl you love.
Echo of the past 01 [ENG]Echo of the past 01 [ENG]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All chapters are under correction
Chapter with better formatting, in PDF file: http://xkyoux.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/story-about-boys-love/
The chapter below has come into being spontaneously, for fun, without the bigger concept of writing any more chapters. It wasn’t supposed to have any form of continuity, and the thread of Marcin & Nivan - the two heroes in this story - was meant as a note of spice in their created lives. Both characters were created for the purpose of a role playing game, both of them had partners in their lives as well as separate histories. And so it was meant to stay... in the beginning that is. But "Karma" wanted it different
After the unexpected warm reception of the first chapter the author decided to continue the story. She wrote the second and the third chapter intertwining the boys paths, added a few others and so the story took shape.
The author intertwines the lives of two men, best friends in the past. After almost eight years apart th
Wii Would Like to PlayLittle Susan B. stood staring at the thing before her in disbelief.Wii Would Like to Play5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fat," she said. "I'm fat?"
"I'm a machine. Machines don't lie."
"But I'm ten."
"Ten and fat."
"But how can you tell? There's gotta be some mistake."
"Okay, kid, listen up. I've got your goddamn height and BMI right here. Right here inside me.
And according to my records, you suck at boxing, you suck at running, your physical age is that of a 48-year-old male and you suck at Brawl."
"Hey, you're being mean!"
"I'm not mean. I'm a machine. Can't take playing with me? If you don't like it then take yourself somewhere else and maybe go and play with the other babies outside in the sandbox. In the sun. With other actual humans. Like a sissy. Go ahead. You're obviously not man enough to play with this."
The Nintendo Wii puffed out his chest as little Susan B. ran away crying to the sandbox.
A short distance away, PS3 and 360 frowned disapprovingly. PS3 sighed.
"Man, I don't know what
This Art Is ShitIf I knew then what I knew now, maybe I might have appreciated my work a little more.This Art Is Shit5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I always used to compare myself to the other artists that I would see, artists much older than me, with the training and the experience I didn't have. It didn't seem to matter to me where they came from, just that they where good and I was not. If I had understood at the time that someday, with perseverance, study and practice that I too might be ask good as them, maybe I might have worked a little harder, studied a little more and not been so down on myself.
Now I look back on a lot of the artists who were my idols, megabytes worth of their art saved to my ancient drive in the basement for reference and inspiration. I realize, they really weren't that good. Some of them were actually quite bad. At any given time, if your art sucks to you or even thousands of other people, it is amazing to someone and you are inspiring someone else by sharing it with them.
If it seems like you are not improving at all