Writer's Block OC memeWriter's Block OC memeWriter's Block OC meme4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Created by: Trafalgarlawfangirl
I. Alright guys, you know the drill, choose 5 of your OCs and add a short description below (Even if you know what they look like the people who read it don't! Write it as if you were explaining it to an idiot!). If you don't have 5 OCs then make one up on the spot! Seriously, sometimes the random characters you make are some of the ones you have the most fun with.
II. You (the writer) are walking around a busy part of town, at some point, you end up crossing paths with [Character One], neither of you recognize the other. As the two of you continue on your way, what was one thing you both noticed about the other?
III. [Character Three] or [Character Two] is trapped in a windowless room for the next 72 hours (3 days for those of you who won't do the math). Do they go crazy? What do they do to pass the time?
IV. [Character Five] is able to go to the past and tell their past self some advice for the future
The Narrative OC MEME 3I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:The Narrative OC MEME 35 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
II. Character Two has taken a part-time job as a substitute teacher at a learning facility. How did their first day go? What were they teaching?
III. Character One and Character Five are hired as police officers and end up placing Character Three into custody. Does everything go smoothly?
IV. Character One and Character Two happen do discover a strange artifact while rummaging through an abandoned warehouse. Both fight and argue on over the artifact until one of them wins. Explain what the artifact looks like.
V. Depending on who wins the strange artifact, either Character One or Character Two are granted two wishes.
Nex-Kel Diary Entry 1Nex-Kel Diary Entry 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I guess I got ready for bed a little early tonight, oh well, more time to reflect right?
Today was such an amazing day! That is, as far as work goes anyway. We were finally able to get the cooling system on the prototype FA-23 plasma rifle working just like we wanted it to. Gee, it's hard to think about how long we've been tinkering on just the cooling system alone! I still remember that close call in the lab a while back when Ms. Owen almost burned herself when the thing overheated! I'm glad no one got hurt, plasma burns can be pretty nasty..
It's been about 5 q-intervals I think since Ms. Owen started "showing." Her belly has gotten so big, it actually amazes me a little.. I've never seen anyone pregnant before, not even another Vortian! I actually asked her one time if it hurt or anything, she said it didn't but that she does feel sick some of the time.. that I've already seen first hand.. But I do think she looks awfully cute with that big ol' belly of
AffairHon, can I talk with you a moment? she had asked.Affair6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I nodded in agreement. It didnt seem like anything was wrong. I knew she loved me. I knew she would do anything for me.
I remember hearing that word. She didnt say it, did she? She couldnt have. She loved me. She wouldnt betray my trust like that. Not after twenty years of marriage.
Then there were the tears. Were they from me? Were they from her? Or maybe from the both of us. She betrayed me. But she couldnt do that to me. She loved me.
Sheran into the bedroom shortly after she stopped speaking, but I wasnt sure why. I heard the suitcase being dragged out from the closet. I saw her clothes being tossed around. But she wouldnt leave me. Not after so many years. Were we supposed to go on a trip somewhere? No, nothing like that. Why was she packing?
I dont remember the conversation we had. All I remember was our love. We loved each other. The word affair
Kivana Vs. LarzOn the desert planet of Vort, a battle raged between Irkens and Vortians. In a heavily defended bunker, Elite Lieutenant-Captain LARZ stood observing the battle, being careful of where he stood however, lest a sniper take him out. A small Irken message drone fluttered up to his antenna, and whispered, My lord, Elite Squadron 34 has requested assistance on front A. Larz knew what was coming next; he would have to go out there with his squad and hold a line of fire until Squad 34 was able to retreat. He nodded slowly, his antenna rings clacking together. Tell them help is on the way. He rasped.Kivana Vs. Larz7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Vox hit the ground with a pained 'oomph' as the strange hybrid rebel placed a strong clawed foot to his throat, pressing down slightly to pin him in place. He looked up at her and saw the anger burning in her red eyes. She aimed her weapon at his face, pressing down harder on his throat. Vox gasped for breath and spotted his R-90 on the ground to his right, j
EgoEgo9 years ago in Open More Like This
I'm not the guy
who plays electric guitar
and makes girls vibrate
with a plucked g-string
(I play 3rd clarinet in band, the 1st clarinetist plays pokemon at lunchtime)
I'm not the guy
who kicks a goal
after evading the defender
before his gf kisses him
(I play defense, never score)
I'm not the guy
who has to choose between
and goes to all of them.
(Last saturday, the highlight was dressing up my dog)
I'm not the guy
you wait for if
he is kept inside
you cant be anything without him.
(The teacher stops me, to talk, and my companions seem to accelerate.)
I'm the guy ,
reading between lessons
and you might think
that my life is boring
I'm the guy,
who cried on christmas
because his stocking showed
that no one knew him
I'm the guy,
who eats raw cauliflower
because there were no apples
I'm the guy,
who after she said no,
had it pointed out
"Notice how I didn't hesitate?"
I'm the guy,
who has nothing to eat
at the pizza lunch.
they never think
about the vegetarian
I'm the g
Ballad of the Love Lost GeekMy heart burns for you, my darlingBallad of the Love Lost Geek9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At 52x speed.
My heart burns for you, my lost love
The Dvd has a 2.8 gigabyte capacity.
When we were together, it was bliss
Just like playing Battlefield2 with surround sound.
But then you sniped me from where you hid
And there was no medic nearby
My heart was fragged.
You had hidden your true self from me,
'twas as if you had built a Gap generator, playing as the Allies in Red Alert.
I wondered then, and still do: was it worth using the spy plane?
It was like in the first level of half life,
I didn't know what to do
I didn't even have a crowbar to defend myself.
And metaphorical headcrabs made zombies of us.
It was like playing diablo 2 on hell difficulty,
And being slayed in the cow level,
And not being able to get your body back,
and then having all of your party members declare hostilities.
But with you, my love
I could not save and exit.
You made me feel like nothing
And you did all that you could, to hurt me
Like playing a network of age of empi
The Secret AdmirerThe Secret AdmirerThe Secret Admirer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her eyes were becoming blurry from reading and re-reading the same sentence in the tome laid out before her. Raising her gaze for a moment, to hopefully refocus her attention, she was drawn to the fact that the shadows throughout the room were much darker now, and that where there had been sunlight shining through the window, it was now filled with the light of a crescent moon, and a spattering of stars surrounding it. Niarah sighed and lay her head in her hands, feeling tears pricking at the back of her eyelids.
"Everyone's forgotten my birthday, even Jowan," she whispers to herself, her shoulders slumping at that depressing thought. Standing a bit stiffly, her muscles protesting after being in the same position for so long, she gathered the tomes she had been studying and carefully replaced them on the shelves within the library. Shuffling quietly back to the apprentices' dorm, she hugs herself tightly and s
space monkeysI wrote a poem on the back of a receipt while I was working at my part-time job.space monkeys7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The words drooled out of my pen and all over the paper.
It had to do with a daisy on acid.
Ive never been a daisy on acid, but I tried to do the poor mute justice.
It would make for a good read.
I went home straight after work.
My uniform literally smelled like shit.
I stripped down to my red and white striped boxers.
The putrid clothing went into the washer.
All sorts of bubbles and warm water I wish I was treated as well as my clothing.
I didnt have time for a shower this evening.
I got dressed and left my apartment before the washer had finished its cycle.
This seemed like an insignificant detail and in all honesty, the fact didnt even cross my mind as I walked out the door.
However, this action was as deadly as a housewife leaving the oven on.
Full blast. Roasting.
I returned to the inhospitable apartment at 1:42 AM.
I expected no surprises.
Really, why would I?
The Narrative OC MEME 2I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:The Narrative OC MEME 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
II. Asleep, Character Two or Character Four are dreaming of their most pleasant childhood memory. What is it about?
III. However, Character Five continues to toss and turn, haunted by their childhood nightmare! What scared them as a child?
IV. Character Two finds a diary with Character Four name on it. They eagerly read a random page to themselves. What does the entry say?
V. Character Three is severely poisoned and is slowly dying. Explain how it happened and if they survive.
VI. A gang of bullies are picking on Character Four. Character Two or Character Five come to their aid but they both get beat up. Why is that?
VII. A character of your choice is just learning how
Forever SinkingForever Sinking9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That's how I feel
It's all to real
How I feel
It's a never ending escape
Tell you now
I'll never know
How you feel
It never showed
Though I'm cursed
With the same
You know nothing of the pain
The endless blue
It stretches on
It's always true
And yet I'm faulted
For the feeling
Lonleyness lives within me
I still wish
To tell you now
But it's too late
For me to skowl
Please forgive me
For this reeling
But now I'm here, Forever Sinking
Things I Didn't Know I Had To Know.So maybeThings I Didn't Know I Had To Know.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate him when he drinks
but love the way his hands forget to worry.
Your thoughts move slower
when you slog through an alcohol sewer:
across the back
of your loosened fingers.
Even eating fists
you cannot help but speak.
And then your hands liberate themselves from parade rest.
They snake around my shoulders,
trace the boundaries of my figure;
you cannot keep your mouth
from my mouth.
And I let you.
With your tongue tracing the outline of newly parted lips,
I can taste the hops and barley.
They are bitter.
I am bitter.
Somehow, it fits.
In a Bar Around SaturnIn a Bar Around Saturn11 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Ho there, astronaut. I hope you don't mind me saying it, but you're the prettiest thing in a Fleet uniform I've seen this side of the belt.
Wait girl, don't run away like that! I don't mean you no harm. With all the radiation I've taken in my day, well, lets just say that isn't what I'm interested in. Sit back down, let me buy you a drink by way of apology. Barbot, a Reactor Fluid for me and - yes? One for the lady, too. That's good, girl, even with all the drugs around today, real astronauts always drink pure, natural, liver-killing alcohol. So it ever was, and so may it ever be. Amen!
You want to hear war stories, do you? Yeah, you read that ribbon right, I did fight in the Trojan War. But I've told those stories a hundred times, and the more I tell them the less you kids enjoy hearing them. Once upon a time they were full of glory and adventure - jacking in and manually flying a missile after an EMP took its brain out! Marines, l
Vanish, 'Blood Whisper'Do you remember, I wonder if you still remember, that miraculous time we spent together in the red fields? We were both young then, not too young mind you, maybe around sixteen if you can call that young. We stood on the peak of the blood red mountain we called our paradise and hugged each other; you held me so tightly as if you were afraid that letting me go would cause me to vanish. The wind was scented so sweetly; a sticky, honey smell, Ive never forgotten that smell. Your hair was shorter then: brown, messy and wild, matching your eyes of fire that reminded me so much of the belly of a furnace, the fire of a dancing wind, every time I gazed into your soul. Everything was silent, save for our wisps of breath against the sticky air, seething with humidity. You always loved being there, the explosion of colour and the red poppied fields rolling forever into eternity over the horizon, the sound of the swaying grass under the sea of blood rolled around in your ears like the whispeVanish, 'Blood Whisper'8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Zutara is ElectrifyingSPOILER WARNING!!!! ENTER AND READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!Zutara is Electrifying7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
IM SERIOUS!!!! IF YOU WISH NOT TO BE SPOILED, DO NOT READ THIS FIC!!!!
Zuko leapt forward, his fists blazing. Azula blocked with a disk of blue fire, and Zuko had to throw himself to the right to dodge the stream of flame she shot his way. Katara took advantage of the princess distraction and hit her square in the gut with a whip of water. She went down hard, but came up just as fast.
Water swirled from the air into slices of ice that nearly impaled Azula where she stood. Katara pursued the retreating princess across the courtyard, swinging a shield of ice and a water whip in furious swirls to block and attack at the same time. Azula could barely keep up.
Now it was Zukos turn. He kicked forward at his sister, throwing blazing streams into her body, knocking her d
The Narrative OC MEMEI. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:The Narrative OC MEME5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
II. One of your characters decides to make a grand entrance into a random tavern. How does that go? Pick either Character One or Character Four :
III. Jealous, Character Three tries to make a grand entrance as well but somehow fails why is that?
IV. A character is surrounded by many enemies and decides that the only thing they can do is fight! How does that go? Pick either Character Two or Character Five
V. Character Three is depressed and decides to get drunk.
VI. An event like no other takes place and Character One and Character Two get into a battle to the death. Who wins?
VII. Character Four or Character Five accidentally drink a love potion. Who do they fall in love wit
Degrees Warped By FragmentsDegrees Do Worse Warped By FragmentsDegrees Warped By Fragments9 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I sit among a contingent of fresh-faced athletes doing mostly
Reading a book on the crosses of cosmogony when I feel a hand
On my shoulder. I turn around like a toddler's wind-up toy and
No face to match the arm suspended in space by something unseen
Faces of clocks abound on every wall I sit across from, next to or
It makes no sense to me. Half an hour will pass before I have slept
Hours, and yet exhaustion always accompanies me, even during the
Rush of excitement I feel when the clocks cease ticking.
Library books are beginning to pile up, most of them long overdue
On shelves read less than twice, ones never even cracked open for a
At their lively entrails, innards I normally would be happy to gorge on.
I sit in the dark and wait for hunger to take me somewhere new.
Game shows are on and I have to buy a vowel to finish the conversation
Are having at the dinner table.
today.today. I sat next to someone with thetoday.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
same jacket as me. I'm sure she didn't
notice. So I thought of tapping her so
we could laugh over our faux-fur cuffs.
But she got off the bus while I was
writing this all down.
Ode to Winter?On our park bench,Ode to Winter?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we reserve our legs
in the winter months,
we are moths.
We knit stories
and wear them
for scarves, covering
our pale impetuous lips
when we speak.
Sparks in the air
become our lisps
as the seams of
our waists ravel- old yarn
with a taste of dew-
as moths, our
they are similes.
The First KissIt wasn't even past eight when she ran into her room. She didn't bother and change her clothes as she simply slid under the covers. She cocooned herself in her bed hurriedly, unable to hold back the smile that crept up her face. She knew that she had acquired a new set of dreams this evening. Dreams that will be haunting her for a very long time.The First Kiss2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She'd banished every other memory on her way home. This one dream was so majestic it seemed unfit to share anything with it. She feared a picture of her precious moment would seep through the smile she couldn't hide and someone would catch it and drag her back into the dull silent world.
It was a kiss that lasted seconds, but in her head it was a cinematic that went on for hours. Her heart pounded so viciously to the point she thought the sound alone could fill the entire world around her. She recalled her kiss, a blush creeping on her cheeks.
She closed her eyes tightly as she stirred in bed. Maybe her dream will go on
A Poet's RomanceShe was the quiet sort,A Poet's Romance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
within her eyes,
to pottery skin;
she would mold herself
into moonlight butterflies
and glist'ning calla lilies,
pure and white and
and when night cast
itself upon her in
heated, hard'ning flames,
she’d smash herself
upon the rocks
and in morning start
I am an EmoI am an Emo9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I am Emo
But what does that mean?
I was born with a chemical imbalance in my brain which causes me to get severely depressed. Occasionally it also allows me to feel joy, but I fear it only does this because to know the true pain of depression, you must have felt happiness to compare it with.
I have also been given anxiety and confusing thought patterns which other people can not understand, though they make perfect sense to me.
While I would not wish these things upon anyone else, I do not think they are necessarily a bad thing. They allow us to see the world for what it is, to see past the sugar coating the governments and media give everything bad. If you are forever happy, you don't see the evil in the world because you do not believe that it is there. But if you already see the badness within yourself, it is easy to realise how brainwashed the rest of the population is with the happy lies of those higher up.
There was not a point in my life which caused me to be the way I am