Little Red HousesLittle red house on the corner left to fadeLittle Red Houses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tire swing swaying above a sparkling blade
Silver gown, just for the hour
Starts out sweet then you taste the sour
A little girl's heart doesn't last for long
When a little girl gone right goes horribly wrong
One little fall means blood on the breeze
Little red house with a ghost to please.
RequiemRequiem for everythingRequiem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for birds and flowers,
love and spring...
As poets say:
The Fool is King...
Requiem for everything!
For mourning doves
with broken wing
in their flight
whose comfort only
brings the night.
Where muffled bells
on hillside ring,
where blind men see
and dumb men sing -
As poets tell:
the Fool is King!
Oh, requiem for everything!
And very soon,
the winds will blow.
New England town
be filled with snow
but I won't speak
of Christmas cheer...
My spirit must fly
far from here
for panes grow frosty
in the Fall...
I listen, love,
can hear your call.
Do not mourn
or flowers bring
and do not let
the children sing.
As poets tell:
the Fool is King.
Do not cry
and do not cling.
Requiem for everything!
i haven't forgottentell me, boyi haven't forgotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who is your god.
do not say it
is the limbs
that spread you
do not tell me it is
hands wrapping a head
board, nor a mouth
tugging your name
i want to know who it is
that makes you lucent,
bent beneath the dark,
because there is no divinity
like the one that makes
pacificher longbow mouth is un-pacific2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
strung; loose bottom
lip with a cocked
births into him like
WafflesSmiling, as the spears sink into yourWaffles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The excitement. The joy.
Slowly, I slice through you
So slowly, so painfully.
The rush. The power.
And then, suddenly
As if a demand from demons had told me to do it…
I raise the fork to my mouth and take a bite.
DoughnutsSo soft and sweet, a pulchritudinous momentDoughnuts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Held together by the taste upon my tongue
An indescribably phenomenal happiness
Come on, let’s smile while we’re young
So soft and sweet, though we near the end
For this is where we belong…
This is how we manage to smile today
And we smile even after it’s gone.
Good-bye Jimmy Jones"When we speak in the diminutive,the perspectives change and we remember, that in the scheme of things, there is nothing so small as a man..."Good-bye Jimmy Jones2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Good-bye Jimmy Jones
From small town
with Christ's dreams
in sunlight and
For love of neighbor,
not his money,
to a land
All men walk
that razor's edge.
All will stumble,
crying as we
reach the ground
slow to realize
and seeing through
a child's eyes
of a place
where all will
feel the Lord's embrace.
Oh tell a tale
of best intention
and step into
a mad dimension...
As in Eden,
go with God...
with a heart
Now walk alone -
a sad progression
your own transgression...
just pulled along
to meeting table.
sits down with you...
are your friend.
The wolf runs
the flock and fold.
The Day We Died"Oh shit, oh shit! Just what the hell are those things man," yelled private Johnson, as he unloaded just over half his M-4 carbine's clip at the screaming creatures. The bent-limbed horrors were peppered with bullets, but still they continued to crawl toward the soldier and his sergeant; shrieking in a strange unintelligible language. The creatures were by no means fast; they were limited to crawling, but their large bulky arms showed no sign of weakness. It served as both a weapon and a shield, dragging the rest of their thin emaciated body along the floor.The Day We Died2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I suggest you duck for cover Johnson, those things will tear you apart in melee," said first-sergeant Gabriel as he placed a hand on Johnson's shoulder and ushered him behind the blockade of furniture that had been set up. The sergeant pulled the pin on an old frag grenade. One that he had found within a storage box in the facility and he held it tightly in his hands until he was sure of the distance. "
Imagine DragonsThis story has been fully voice-acted. Scroll to the description for the audio.Imagine Dragons2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
...And here I am, walking up these large stone steps. Climbing up them, literally, as they were not made for humans to traverse. I would have been tired of ascending them each day, if not for the fact that I was no longer human. You see, I am what they call a Dragon Hunter. I happened to be one from the icy north and as such, this entire army of armour-clad Templars brought me along to exterminate the demon dragon that was said to plague these frost-bitten mountains.
The Icy Peaks of Teruel, or so they called them. Really they were just a collection of very large and harsh mountains, in which nothing dared to make its home. There was no wildlife here, no trees, not even the barest hint of a stone bug to be found. There was literally nothing here, except for a blind belief that a demonic drago
Listening to Voices...Lazy to read this? Scroll straight to the description for the audio narration!Listening to Voices...2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The moon tonight is brilliant, for it casts an eerie-looking shadow upon the moss and the stone. At times I find myself wondering, is that me that I see? Or is it merely another side of me, one that hides amongst the shade?
Ugh, that horrid moaning! That evil rattling, rasping noise! It's driving itself into my skull again, like an annoying repetition that I can't seem to quiet. It screeches at times, like nails upon a chalkboard. It buries itself deep into the recesses of my mind and fills the hole with rot! A fetid fungus spitting serpentine venom from the eyes of a fox!
What? What are you saying? What do you mean! Tell me god damn it!
Ha...Ha...I can hear myself breathing; barely through the fog. The sound is far away, like the deeps of a bog. I can't believe that I'm rhyming, what the hell
Tips on Writing ProseLately, I've been noticing a disappointingly large number of people out there on deviantART who call themselves "writers", but are surprisingly clueless when it comes to honestly and clearly conveying a story in prose. In an effort to give them a hand up (and perhaps to reach out to other writers frustrated with our increasingly text message-happy culture), I am compiling a list of tips I think every writer should know.Tips on Writing Prose5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Now, I won't pretend that I know everything on the subject (since I don't), but I've been told I'm a pretty decent writer, and I think I do sufficiently know my way around the English language. These tips won't automatically make you a good writer, but they're certainly good things to keep in mind as you write. These aren't rules, but hints.
As you can imagine, this list will very much be a work in progress, as there is plenty of information that hasn't been covered here and might be added later. Feel free to drop back in later to see if I've added anything new.
roadkillYou told meroadkill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was November’s ambrosia
sweet on your tongue.
But now all I feel
is discord, sieging
the 3,000 year old tree
inside of me.-
Centuries to grow so tall
9 mere minutes to
You no longer smile anymore.
And I am here,
silent as stone-
the carcass of a dead...
hoping you don't leave me
on the side of the road.
You've suffered enough...My dearest child, do not weep, for I am here to wipe your tears away. Come, let us be free of these blankets; let us walk from these dim halls.You've suffered enough...2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
There lies what once was your body, fevered and eaten by disease. Your lips are cracked and bleeding, your arms are both thin and sallow. Do not fear them now, for they are long passed.
Come away now, for we must say your final goodbyes. Here to the mother and father that came to your bedside each day. Here to the brother, who shall honour your name. Do not be jealous of them, my dearest child. For you are simply moving ahead; you have not fallen behind.
“But why, why does it hurt so much?”
Why? Because the memories are still carried within you. Your attachments are still strong in this world. That which you didn’t achieve, that which you haven’t done. All of it is carried as chains upon your body and they will stop you from
Aspergers - The Curse We Bear:~ AloneAspergers - The Curse We Bear:7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
~ Dark minded
~ Kids with Asperger's/Autism feel like they're alone. No one understands them. It's like everyone you know hates you and you don't know why.
~ The rate of Autism:
20 years ago: 1 in 10,000
5 years ago: 1 in 500
Today: 1 in 166
Twenty years from now: ?
~ The puzzle pattern on the ribbon reflects the mystery and complexity of Autism/Asperger's. The different colors and shapes represents the diversity of people and families living with this disorder. The brightness of this ribbon signals hope - hope through research and increasing awareness throughout the world.
~ Everyone is unique!
~ Autism and Asperger's are life long disorders.
~ Love make
Sit down, I want to tell you something!Sit down for a second,Sit down, I want to tell you something!2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I want to tell you something.
I want to tell you and everybody else that walked over me.
That today, I have become something!
Just walk with me for a second,
I want to show you something.
You remember this; is it all falling into place?
Cause this is where you shut me down.
Now I didn't know what I was supposed to do;
Excuse me for being a loser, right?
I had to work up a lot of courage to ask you out.
But you didn't even look at anything beneath the surface.
So of course, you just flipped me off and walked away.
Because of you I went to the gym every single day.
Because of you I started lifting iron over my head.
And you know what it feels pretty damn good to be getting my pump.
Yeah, that's something that you did for me!
And now, over to my phone,
Let's call up Michael.
What up man?
You remember me?
Yeah, I'm the guy who could never fit in!
That kid who was
.:W.o.C Seeker Types:. (Descriptions) Listed in order of probability.:W.o.C Seeker Types:. (Descriptions)4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
-ability to see creatures (probability of losing sight of creature: ½ )
Activation Age: 5 years
Seekers appear as normal everyday people. The only differences are that Seekers learn faster than normal people.
Probability: 1/1000 seekers
-Eyes become a sky-blue color
-Eyes fade darker as the seeker becomes weaker; eyes become darker than their natural color upon exiting seeker state (darkness depends on the severity of weakness)
Activation age: 16 years
-ability to see creature (probability of losing sight of creature: 1/9)
-Requires great concentration/energy
-abilities can cause side-effects
-takes years to learn properly
Character Analysis QuestionsThis is to help you develop your original characters, learn more about them, and and make them into more believable characters. Answer the questions as your CHARACTER would.Character Analysis Questions6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. What is your full name?
3. Hair/Eye Color?
4. Describe your looks. Any interesting things/defects/etc?
5. What were/are your parents like?
6. Do you have any brothers or sisters? How many? Older or younger?
7. What were/are some of the special occasions in your family? (holidays, reunions, picnics, vacations)
8. What is your favorite childhood memory?
9. What is your worst childhood memory?
10. What is/was your relationship with your family like?
11. What schools did you go to?
12. Are you now a member of any clubs, organizations, or religious congregations?
13. What sections of the newspaper do you read? Any magazines?
14. What do you enjoy doing most in your free time?
15. What kind of music do you enjoy listening to?
16. What have you read lately?
17. How old are you? How do you feel about
Horoscopes are StupidHoroscopes are StupidHoroscopes are Stupid2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Jason, why are you wearing makeup?”
“Long story!” He shouted as he bolted out of the apartment and left Anna standing in the doorway. He turned the corner and ran down the hallway, and then stopped, jumping from foot to foot in front of the elevator as he repeatedly pushed the metal button. “Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on...”
Jason dashed into the empty elevator and started continuously hitting the GROUND FLOOR button like some little kid would've done. Usually he would've just pushed all the buttons at once or tried to create a figure with the lights—like the egg-shaped smiley face he did that one time during Easter—but this was an emergency. Emily... Oh God, Emily, she was going to kill him if she found out. “Oh, no, not I, I will survive...” he hummed to himself as the elevator descended. This was on
Detailed Profile Layout=Basics=Detailed Profile Layout6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full name of Character:
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= Physical Appearance =
How old they appear:
Glasses or contacts?:
Hair color length and style:
Weight and height:
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Shape of face:
Is s/he healthy?:
If not, why not?:
Do they look healthy?
Char's favorite color:
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Is their soft spot obvious, why/why not:
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