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
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
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.
OpticDogsOptic Dog InformationOpticDogs3 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Sientific name: Canis Oculus
Life Span: (Unknown)
Optic Dogs (Canis Oculus) are a species of dog like creatures to who's' origins are unknown as well as their life spans given that no dead specimens have ever been discovered. The sound of the Optic Dog is like that of a Tasmanian devil when angered, a hyena when communicating with member of the same species though not of the same pack and a raven as a location call when lost or looking for partners. An Optic Dog's diet is also unknown given that no specimens have ever been observed consuming any flesh that they kill and appear to only kill for the pure pleasure of it. The anatomy of an Optic Dog is also unknown and it is thought that these creature's bodies are mainly made up of vein like structures as well as a total of 10 eye like struc
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
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
Adultery -poem-Temptation.Adultery -poem-5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stay or go?
Love or lust?
Right or wrong?
FramesMy bike is a vintage 1973 Raleigh handed down to me by my father. The steel frame I use to bike those forty miles to and from class every day is the same one he used on his campus, way back in the Bronze Age. Sure, I've replaced the brakes, the shifters, the chain, the pedals, the wheels, and about half the rider, but the core of the thing is unchanged.Frames7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
It's only natural, then, that I was replacing the brake cable when I discovered them. I'd been inserting a Dremel bit to cut some sheathe when I thought to wear eye protection, and what should I find when rifling through the mess called my father's garage but a pair of glasses that could have been older than the bike I was repairing. Safety wear, to be sure; the glasses were un-lensed, but the thick black frames were standard eye-wear right about the time NASA was sending Armstrong to the moon. Instantly recognizable. I used them to finish cutting the sheathe and pocketed
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.
The BrickThe Brick9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Brick Hotel opened its doors just at the start of the summer season. The building took up half a block, was four stories tall, and built like an old Roman domus, four halls surrounding a splendid atrium. This atrium, however, was filled with machines, The Brick's main attraction, an entire steam-powered garden. The leaves were cut steel, the tulip petals polished silver, the roses a special gold alloy. The roots were buried beneath the soil, and snaked back to an underground control room, where nobs, dials, gears, and a host of tubing fed carefully measured amounts of steam into the plants, allowing them to bloom and close, grow and shrink with the seasons. It was a magnificent attraction, but not a cheap one.
Steam Hotels, such as The Brick, were notoriously hard to keep open. The attractions were madly popular with locals and tourists alike, but overhead costs were crippling. Robots broke down with alarming frequency, the price of coal had sky rocketed, engineers
I am an EmoI am an Emo8 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
The Roomba"Go back home you cursed robot!" I growled at the little disk shaped vacuum cleaner as it completely ignored my commands and spun in an idle circle, beeping merrily. "Bloody machine..." Sighing, I reached down and tried to grab the mischievous bot, when it suddenly spun away and made a mad dash across my living room, diving for safety beneath the sofa. "No! Gah! It'll be a week before I can get that damned thing out of there!"The Roomba8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Why, oh WHY was I the only person in the house that the Roomba did this to? Surely it could spend it's time better cleaning than trying to play hide and seek with me? Of course, that wouldn't be as much fun would it? Glaring at the lime colored light that flitted about under the couch, I shook my head and collapsed back onto my computer chair. With headphones safely ensconced around my ears, pumping Flogging Molly deep into my brain, I relaxed and opened up my instant messenger, determined to ignore the glorified vacuum cleaner and talk to Jace, or Jose, or whoev
Perfectintense pressurePerfect5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
radiating on me
i don't know what to do
or where to go.
i try and i try
but all i do is fall
getting up and tripping down
i try and i try
i never know which
way to turn
right in front of my eyes.
but when im with you
it becomes clear
like an endless
like a sunny day
tiny drips of sweat
making our hands
feel like they
are meant to be
Uncovering Myself, A MemoirGrowing up, I never knew I was autistic.Uncovering Myself, A Memoir8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How is that possible? Well, to be honest: my particular brain malfunction is pretty rare, very high-functioning, and can be and in fact, was mistaken for the typical social awkwardness of someone much too smart for his own damn good.
I'd started reading at an unbelievably young age, but had serious problems dealing with my own age group. I couldn't figure how to fit in, and eventually stopped trying; I became sarcastic, insensitive and often quite hurtful traits which, as one can imagine, didn't exactly get me invited to a lot of parties. My parents chalked it up to my having my nose pressed into a book all the time, and figured I would grow out of it when I was older.
(I did, though not in a way that anyone would've predicted. But that's a story for another time.)
When I was in second grade, my mother decided to go back to college. She brought me in with her once; it happened to have been on the day her psychology class was
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
Regretfully Yours,lush clouds creep across the cerulean-colored sky...Regretfully Yours,4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it reminds me of the deep shade of your eyes
when you give me that look i'll never forget.
the kind of piercing glance that breaks you into a sweat...
there's a lot more behind those eyes,
an esoteric glimmer that's hard to decipher.
i feel dizzy, my heart's racing.
this intoxication is almost too much to face.
i can't bare this uncertainty,
not the slightest idea of what's going through his head.
this mind-boggling anxiety is enough to rip my self-esteem to shreds.
i keep soldiering on, for reasons still obscure to me,
attempting to distract myself
with no avail.
me heart's behinds bars of steel and doubt,
and i know i'll be imprisoned
until your final decision.
i remain regretfully yours...,
Give Life to the BackgroundsGive Life to the Backgrounds10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Give background personality, give it life."
Think about WHY in the world do you draw backgrounds?
Are you thinking you need to do better in drawing backgrounds because your art needs it to look better?
How do you treat backgrounds in your work? What is actually "backgrounds" to you??
Background by defination in art simply means, the picture plain in the back of the main subject.
So background can be "white" or "blank" that's still background in considering of the art elements.
But what "background" means to most of us, is "scenery" and "enviromental" drawing/painting behind the main "character" or "subject" on the picture.
There is a thing about the background's relationship and the characters (The main subject)....
when we are making a single image, don't we need to make sure the viewer see the "focal" point of the image which is the most interesting part?
Sometimes the background itself can be point blank, to help the focal point to stand out and retreat, that's still
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
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.
Fu-ktard.Fu-ktard.8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
His perfect eyes
were enough for you
(and 16 others)
love his body, his hair,
his manly monosyllables
so, because you
It was only natural
that you should
it was only natural that
he was the first you kissed
the first you wanted.
the one who had you.
never mind the guy
who loved you with braces
with pimples, with blackheads
since year 5.
who was 'alright'
who was 'a good friend'
who wasn't 'hot'
who wasn't 'the one'.
who didn't boast
of your nipples in his mouth.
like someone else did.
but hey, his blog
didn't have that many viewers.
and when you cried,
it was only natural
that he wouldn't fucking care.
that he wouldn't fucking be there.
even though he once loved fucking.
it was only bloody natural
and you knew all along
who he was.
what he would do.
except you needed it so much to feel good
needed his movie star looks
(could have done without his movie star acting)
there's a lesson here girl
and learn it true:
you can't love someone's b
Dragon Age: The Ferelden Chronicles (1)Dragon Age: The Ferelden Chronicles (1)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Title: The Ferelden Chronicles - Chapter One
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Summary: Varia Surana thought her life had already been mapped out for her. She would be a mage of the Circle of Ferelden, studying and perfecting her craft. However, an unforseen series of events sends her headlong into a world thrown into chaos by the King's death and an impending Blight.
Pairings: Cullen/Surana; eventual Alistair/Surana
Characters (This Chapter): Varia Surana, First Enchanter Irving, Knght-Commander Greagoir, Cullen
Disclaimer: Dragon Age characters, settings, and any dialogue taken from the game ©BioWare. Varia belongs to me.
Content Warning: Mage Origin Spoilers; Overall game spoilers; Adult language; Mild violence; mature content in later chapters
Chapter One: The Final Tes
The QuiltIt began with the dreams. Minute, stabbing dreams that hit me in the back of the neck like torpedoes, shattering my rest only minutes after I had passed into sleep, leaving me shell-shocked and frightened in the seeping darkness and crowded shadows.The Quilt7 years ago in Horror More Like This
I say dreams - and not nightmares because they were not uniformly horrific. Not, at least, in content. But they all shared one thing: they were physical in nature received not just by my minds eyes and ears, but by my whole body. And one other thing: never in any case was I transported, as is usual, to some far-off dreamscape nor even to any reconstructed scene of my everyday life. Only in the confines of the four walls of my bedroom would they play out.
The first that I can remember saw me lying in bed with my face to the wall, as is my habit. I could not see anything because I was asleep, but somehow, I still had an awareness of the room around me. To the extent that rather than being cocooned in the warmth of s