the god memorandumthe god memorandum10 years ago in Open More Like This
I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare, a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a son shredding his blood on a cross.
Know that I hear you, also. Be at peace. Be calm.
I bring thee relief for your sorrow for I know its cause ... and its cure.
You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years.
You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corrupted by failure.
You weep for all your potential that has been bartered for security.
You weep for all your talent that has been wasted through misuse.
You look upon yourself with disgrace and you turn in terror from the image you see in the pool. Who is this mockery of humanity staring back at you with bloodless eyes of shame?
HopscotchJust another day in the life of the Doctor and River Song. Aliens, abandoned spaceships, vortex manipulators, and bowties. Somebody's in trouble...Hopscotch2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
They ran down the white hallway side by side, floppy hair and curly hair, sonic blaster and sonic screwdriver. "Whoop!" the Doctor skidded to a halt and backtracked.
"Sweetie, now's not the time!" River said, sounding slightly out of breath. He waved a hand at her and yanked open an almost invisible maintenance hatch that blended seamlessly into the white corridor wall.
He hunkered down behind the hatch, pulling the control panel off the electronics inside. "Just keep them off me for a few seconds," he said, clamping his sonic screwdriver in his mouth and starting to cross connect the wires.
"Do my best, Sweetie." River fired at the Alorean that dashed out beyond the far cross corridor. He ducked back with a yelp.
Aloreans were a tall, lithe race, humanoid, with skin so black it shone with purple highlights. Their eyes were ta
Fem!England/England ~ NightmareFem!England/England ~ Nightmare2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Could I ever escape this nightmare? Would it ever stop? No matter how much I would run, it would chase after me. It would never stop chasing, for it would be with me all my life.
Could I ever wake up from this nightmare?
Bolting up from the laying down position, from laying in blackness. Had I fallen? Had it caught me?
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
Rain pattered down, plastering my hair to my forehead.
I screamed in pain.
I screamed at you, how could you do this!?
I layed there, huddle up in darkness.
I fell on to the rain soaked ground, on my knees.
'Why, Why America?'
"I-I can't bring myself to shoot you..."
Attempting to sit up in the blackness, my redden eyes could see a glimpse of light in the emptyness.
Dio and Ib fanfic I looked contently at the sculpture of a rose. It was reminiscent of Aya... Aya, slowly stepping closer and closer to insanity. Loosing her petals. Eventually a bare rose with only thorns to show... Aya. All I could think about was... Aya. Why? Why didn't you learn from your father that you shouldn't harm the innocent? You saw me! My beaten, burned face...But you did as I asked. You walked... But you walked the wrong way. You're following the wrong path. Going in the wrong direction... Aya...Dio and Ib fanfic2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I felt a tear falling down my face. My beaten, burned, shredded face. I realized that I was in public, so I toughened up and put my bandages on the side of my face that didn't have an eye.
I don't know why I'm still here. In this rotten, messed up world. But I somehow feel the need to hang on. Like I'm not quite finished with life yet. As if I'm fighting a battle that can't be won. Aya is gone, so what's the point of life? In fact, she's worse than gone. She's long gone. She's Psycho.
No Name (WIP)“Mom? Dad?”No Name (WIP)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silence greeted me.
Guess I was home alone. Again.
Knowing them, my parents were probably out with all of their way-too-proper friends. Actually, no. As far as I knew, they weren’t friends, yet they seemed to spend all their time together as a group. This was because they were lonely, and no one particularly liked them.
I slapped my keys onto the granite kitchen counter, my NES lanyard dangling off the edge. I walked over to the fridge, floor boards creaking ever so slightly as they settled into place. I winced. It’s strange how loud everything seems when you’re home alone in a big house. I gathered an armful of food and glanced at the microwave’s clock. The glowing green numbers read 11PM.
Something in the back of my head kept nagging at me; where are my parents? They should’ve been home by now. Still, I shook off the thought. I was mad at them. They didn’t even think to leave me anything for dinner.
Don’t worry, I
Then it was NightDuring the day,Then it was Night9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monsters come out,
And we have to hide.
We're afraid of them,
They're so cruel to us,
So we must stay away.
But then it was night,
And the monsters sleep.
Now we can come out
From the dark shadows,
And play all we want
Until the next day.
Glass GirlDon't you see?Glass Girl6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a glass girl
Press your lips to mine
and there will be spidering lines
Don't embrace me
for I will start to break
as soon as you face me
but if it is your
intent to shatter me
then love me with all your heart
as the pieces of me
fall around you,
you too will get hurt.
His Buddy, Optimus"His Buddy, Optimus"His Buddy, Optimus1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I'm Baggie. I used to live by the dumpster behind that Fancy Italian Restaurant off the corner of Broadmore 'n' 33rd street. The kids called me Baggie 'cause I carried a worn out plastic bag with me ev'rywhere I went. Inside were trinkets I've had with me since I can remember.
There was a tarnished, golden ring inside, flat as the cracked sidewalk I lived on. I think I stepped on it once, but I still carried it in my bag. I think it belonged to my dad, if I had a dad. At least, I'd like to think it came from my dad, 'cause I don't remember.
There was also this red book with pages torn up 'n' stained so bad you couldn't tell what was on 'em. There's a faded picture of a white rabbit wearin' cloths on the cover of it. I can't read, but I still carried it in my bag. I liked to look at the pictures inside sometimes at night before I went to bed. I dunno why, but I always felt pretty darn happy after seein' some of the pictures of thos
I'd rather be aloneI enter the room all eyes on me.I'd rather be alone2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Side way glances as if I don't see.
I walk down the aisle and I take my seat.
This is where I'm gonna be for five days this week.
I can feel their hate from across the hall.
Those people they hate me and wish I would fall.
Unwanted is what they have always shown.
And honestly, I would rather be alone.
They tease me with their words as if it don't hurt.
They treat me as if I'm disgusting and dirt.
And sometimes I would just let it slide.
I would try to contain the feelings I hide.
I try to do my best but I really just fail.
And spectators would make up a new winding tale,
Of how my bad attitude is set into stone
But will never know I'd rather be alone.
Maybe I have done something out of range.
But I'm trying my best to be nice and change.
They say that will never for they've never known,
That I often sit and think "I'd rather be alone".
Instead of being teased an being rejected,
Instead being humiliated in public and subjected.
In order that I may no lon
Her name was Time.The HourglassHer name was Time.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she were less
but she hopes
you forgive her anyway.
She just wants to
the sand that
weighs her down
spread it all around
lose herself in every grain
what she already knows...
each is different.
but somehow the same.
Slenderman x Reader - A Rocky Start 1Slenderman x Reader - A Rocky Start 11 year ago in Horror More Like This
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the sun was out and the weather was nice. Nothing seemed to be able to ruin the day, but there was certainly something that could make it better then it already was.
"Hey there ________. Nice day, is it not?"
Giving a giggle at his enthusiasm you gave a nod and continued to walk along towards the park so you could relax, and just enjoy nature for once. Splendorman was a childhood friend of yours. He had been there when you needed cheering up, and when you needed a friend. You had thought he had been imaginary, but when you got older and older yet he still stayed you knew he must of been something more. He had been your only real friend since third grade due to some bulling issues, though you didn't really mind since as long as Splendorman was there, you were content.
Of course you had
To the Boy Who Likes PoetryHe was a maze of metaphorsTo the Boy Who Likes Poetry6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but she didn't mind
getting lost in him
Marcadores Copic en SAI¿Cómo emular marcadores digitalmente con Paint Tool Sai?Marcadores Copic en SAI3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
¡Hola! Soy White-nuts y estoy aquí para mostrarles como yo emulo el efecto de colorear con marcadores digitalmente usando el programa Paint Tool SAI. Me he enamorado del estilo de colorear con Copic de manera tradicional, pero como son difícil de conseguir donde yo vivo, tuve que emularlos de manera digital, lo que puede probar ser una tarea intimidante. Mientras que la técnica que voy a enseñarles es bastante simple por si sola, tuve que repensar sobre las maneras usuales para el arte digital e intentar una aproximación tan cercana a la tradicional como fuera posible para obtener el efecto que deseaba, y porque muchos de ustedes la encontraran una manera poco ortodoxa de trabajar digitalmente. Este método fue desarrollado pensandon especialmente en Paint Tool SAI porque es el programa que conozco mejor, y como tal, no puedo garantizar esto funcionará con otros programas, pero tal
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 12Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 129 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Running to the bathroom nearly getting sick you puked into the toilet, and did your best not to die of disgrace. Shaking as you eventually finished with your spew you flinched feeling something brush against you, almost dead eyes looking over to see Smile, his smile not as bright as it usually was. Not able to bring yourself to pet him to tell him you were OK you just looked down into the toilet bowl, gripping it as if you were to let go you'd die or something horrid would happen.
The week had been crazy, and the results had been gut-wrenchingly horrible. Now you knew why Slender wanted you to stay in the house, even though you had still refused to listen to him, and as long as you were with someone he was cool with it. Though you hadn't expected anyone to be able to detain Grinny so quickly. The poor little cat being almost instantly grabbed and drowned to death while the other p