Bella on CoffeeBella on CoffeeBella on Coffee8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer- In truth, I DO own Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse. (really- look on my bookshelf right now!) I do not, however, own the rights to these excelent books. The lucky person who does is Stephenie Meyer, the author. It's not fair
I happily sipped my mocha frappachino as I waited for Edward to come over. A latte stand had just opened in Forks, and I had decided to try one after work. It was delicious! I had no idea how I had lived without one for so long!
I heard the Volvo pull up my driveway.
Yay! Edwards here! I shouted as I ran to the front door.
He had opened the front door and walked in before I reached the door. I flung my arms around him.
Yay! Youre here! I squealed.
Yes, I am. Whats so exciting?
I had a mocha today. Theyre SO GOOD! You have to try one! Wait, you cant! Cause youre a vampire! I said this all very fast, in one breath.
Slow down Bella. Did
Jealousy, RageJealousy, Rage9 years ago in Other More Like This
There's no one here to watch,
No one's here to listen.
Your eyes in mind as I fall,
Don't tell me who you think I am.
Feel the way,
You're mocking me.
There's nothing left for you.
So touch the slipping life,
It's on your head now.
Why say sorry,
There's no more to lose,
You've already lost the fight.
You're burning out,
To your name is all you own.
There's nothing left of you.
Pathetic non-existent excuses,
It's all you'll ever know.
You threw aside my hand,
Created your living suicide.
You're tearing your world apart.
It's your deluded fantasy.
Handle the knife,
Like you just don't care,
And watch as it cuts you to pieces.
There's nothing left to you.
Guardian AngelI'm your guardian angel,Guardian Angel11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I watch you while you sleep,
I'm every single secret you tell,
And I'm with you when you weep.
With me you'll never be alone,
Even if you're out or just at home.
I'm that little voice inside your head,
That gives you hope when hope is dead.
If no one else forgives you I do,
Because if no one else is I'm there for you.
Even if you don't know I'm there,
I'm always ready to tell you I care.
I'm your guardian angel,
I watch you while you sleep,
I'm every single secret you tell,
And I'm with you when you weep.
Clopin: The Mary Sue MockeryMae Sury brushed her soft, shiny, long red hair while at the same time making sure her outfit was acceptable for the first day of grade ten.Clopin: The Mary Sue Mockery8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Well, she said. Purple and gold are not in style this season, but Im sure Clopin would approve, no? She giggled to herself before smiling sappily at the life sized poster of Clopin she had her Dad print off for her at work. Have a good day, darling. I shall return to the Court of Miracles! And with that she ran out the door and down the stairs.
Bye Mom! She called on the way out, grabbing a piece of toast as she passed through the kitchen.
Have a good day, Mae!
Mae smiled and closed the front door before walking to the bus stop.
She was so excited to start grade ten; only three years left of school! Of course, there were the twelfth graders to worry about she had heard horror stories of first-day initiations
It wont happen to me. She said con
Natural ResponsesNatural Responses7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
When the men finally left, Dina came out of the outhouse where she had been hiding with Baby Jesse in her arms and went straight for Starling, Jesse's mare which was saddled up outside. One look inside the house had told her all she needed to know - Dina was a frontier girl, and she knew what a dead man looked like. Jesse had put up a hell of a fight, but this time it hadn't been enough. By nightfall, Maurice Black would be in the mayor's mansion, and he would make one of his thugs sheriff in Jesse's place. She knew how it worked; after all, Jesse had helped Big Tom do the same thing only a few short years before.
Dina put one arm around Baby Jesse in his sling across her chest, and used the other to hoist herself onto Starling's back. My, how time does fly, she thought to herself.
Maurice would have his boys watching the south road, towards the rest of the county. Maybe they'd let her go, and maybe they woul
Rainy DayName: Rainy Day.Rainy Day1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Rating: M/18 (Don’t make me ask for your ID)
Contains: Angst, T-cest, mature content (if you no like, don’t read)
By: Ryu-Amio (I own no turtles)
This just… sucks…
Had we known that the light drizzle of raindrops that began their decent early yesterday morning, had no intention of stopping, we might have been better prepared… and I would have had time to change my plans.
“Raph! Quit day dreaming and get more buckets dude!”
12 Days Xmas: Twilight StyleTWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: TWILIGHT VERSION12 Days Xmas: Twilight Style8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
On the first day of Christmas, Edward Cullen gave to me... Tyler's Sentra crashed in a tree! ("I swear, Bella, I had nothing to do with this. That dent only looks like it would fit my shoulders.")
On the second day of Christmas, Edward Cullen gave to me... two plane tickets! ("I promise this has nothing to do with the Volturi.") And Tyler's Sentra crashed in a tree! ("Bella, hush before I do it to your truck.")
On the third day of Christmas, Edward Cullen gave to me... three days of-! ("Don't EVEN go there, missy.") two plane tickets ("You said you hated snow. Wouldn't a trip to Florida be nice, then?"), and Tyler's Sentra crashed in a tree! ("It was Alice in her Porsche.")
On the fourth day of Christmas, Edward Cullen gave to me... four tales of woe! ("You have no idea what you're saying. When I was eighty-") Three days of- ("And don't you dare ask Alice.") two plane tickets ("I'm not playing the Renee card!"), and Tyler's Sentra
Love A Phantom ThiefChapter One The Thief PrinceLove A Phantom Thief7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Luna walked down the long path leading to Forget-Me-Not valley. Sighing. A lot had happened in the years. Her family died when she was only eight, so she was raised in the Abbey. Those years were both good and bad at the same time. But those experiences taught her some important things; for instance, not to give up so easily. Her mother had left her a small plot of farmland in Forget-Me-Not valley for her to live on when she was old enough to work. Despite the fact that Luna hated getting dirty, she decided to fulfil her mothers wishes.
She looked at the place she would be calling home. It was not that bad but it needed work.
Ah, you must be Luna yes? A voice asked her.
She turned around and saw that a middle-aged man dressed in red was talking to her. She nodded to answer. Luna was shy, so she was a bit quiet around strangers.
Im Thomas, mayor of Mineral Town and in charge of shipments of Forget-Me-Not Valle
Rugrats AGU: TSMRugrats AGU: TSM10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rugrats AGU: The Truly Special Meeting
(It seemed to be a normal Wednesday at school in which Angelica was with the other girls at the "Popular Table".)
Savannah: These lunch-hours at school may be nice but they are never truly enough to sustain the time we may spend together. So I suggest that we hold a meeting this Saturday. Where you might ask? Simple at the Java Hut, does that sound okay to you?
(They nodded in agreement of Savannah's plans.)
Savannah: Good then its settled then, our meeting will take place at the Java Lava this Saturday at 1 PM.
(A few moments later during at the table in which Tommy and his friends were at…)
Tommy: So any of you guys got any plans for the weekend?
The Deville Twins: Us neither…
Kimi: Not much, I'd probably read a bit more of the books I got from the Japanese club I'm in. But other than that I don't have all that much planned either…
Angelica: Hey you guys…
Tommy: Oh hi Angelica…
Angelica: Well I'd might as well give you all a heads
ChooseSomethings are not thought of, not seen, not heard.Choose10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's for the better if they stay that way.
Don't try to stand out if all is lost.
The worst thing you can do is make yourself noticed.
Changes for the better can turn for the worst.
Should you disturb destiny, it will disturb you back.
Words not spoken should stay not spoken.
Trust is not an option these days, only betrayal.
Never forget who you are or your place in life.
Your lucky if you can figure that much out.
Love isn't an emotion, it's a different thought all together.
If you think of it to much, the curse shall consume you.
An unexcapable darkness hovers above us.
Running is no option at a time like this.
Choice is a gift, abuse it and it's a curse.
Though with love, depression, and happiness, there is no choice.
Forger what you want and accept life's offer.
The less you get, the more time you live.
Human kind can't know too much.
Everytime it gets close enough, the one who sought it dies.
So I leave you all one question to th
+HateI hate this person+Hate8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who cries at night
Hoping for someone to come
And make everything alright...
I hate this person
Who wakes up
With red eyes every day
With no hope in them...
I hate this person
Who goes around
With that fake smile
Which fools everyone around...
I hate this person
Who pretends everything is okay
She's crying for help...
I hate this person
And I find this very funny
That the person I hate the most
-Tears And Kisses--Tears And Kisses-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I try so hard to keep breathing,
The gun in my hand looks so good.
It's as though life lost its meaning,
But in my mind I keep seeing you.
I fall on my knees and I keep begging please,
Why won't life just go away?
Still I lay down each evening and shake off the feeling,
Knowing I'm lying with you.
You are my world,
You are my life,
Without you there is no light.
I need you to live,
I need you to breathe,
Without you there is no me.
And so the gun falls,
Kisses felt, tears roll.
Your voice softly calls,
"I love you" and that's all I need to know.
KissI could feel her lips upon mine; Warm, soft, inviting.Kiss9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
And always closed to me. Unyielding as granite, smooth as silk.
I opened my eyes to see her face, to gaze upon the object of my obsession, my treasure, and her face lacked that old familiar sincerity; the desire I knew within myself.
And her kiss was empty and cold as broken alabaster. In her kiss I could divine that she had nothing left for me.
I held onto that kiss, hoping to find some spark of anything genuine. Each day I clung to that hollow hope. Those days multiplied and when I finally admitted to myself the truth, it was already over.
So why can't I forget that love-forsaken kiss?
creamy vanilla.Así NO estoy en este momento.creamy vanilla.8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Esos cambios tarados divagantes, difuminantes, abstractos.
El necesario es a veces hacer daño de la anatomía más estúpida para lograr, desde cierto punto, sincerarse, volver a creer, respirar, desarmar el nudo en la enorme madeja de lana que da vueltas y vueltas pasando por las gamas más inquietantes. Desde rojos intensos, desde amarillos, verdes, azules. Hasta colores que no lo son propiamente tal. Tan oscuros e inexistentes. Impalpables.
Es necesario a veces hacer daño de la forma más estúpida para…
Herir parece ser un método estratégico para salir a flote de ese espeso líquido que atrapa. Herir a veces es la única forma de revelar los más entrañables sentimientos. Entonces nos damos cuenta de lo bruscos que somos, me arrepiento desde lo más hondo del abismo, desde el pensamiento más inconexo, desde el por qué principal que no tiene otra respuesta que un no sé vago y estólido.
Cuando sale a la luz ese lado instintivo y maltrecho
Starfall -- ExchangeStars break from their flightsStarfall -- Exchange9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to crash into our city bright,
By greatest wealth and power built
Civilization with edges gilt.
Star diamonds all around
in trees, windows, and upon the ground;
A mighty trove of wealth eternal
in a city made now eternal.
Trapped in this city where
every step is part of the nightmare;
Coursing undaunted through me is this pain
as I cry out endlessly your name.
Have you forgotten what we were my love?
You left me here like a flighty dove
flees a cracking branch in the wood;
Just as I feared forever you would.
And while I dream within this city of dreams
your haunting kisses still alive to me seem.
And though I walk now amongst the stars
this city and heaven are still far apart.
SnowDrifter -- Art ExchangeStaring out the window at the falling snow, my eyes lose focus amongst the myriad dancing flurries.SnowDrifter -- Art Exchange9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She's still talking about it, some miniscule occurrence that-- had it not happened-- would have little effect on the outcome of our lives.
Occasionally her voice writhes over the wall of my thoughts in broken, meaningless fractions.
Not that I care.
She'll go on like this as long as she can, so long as I make an obligatory nod or grunt. Perhaps if there were some lengthy pause I'd be forced out of my reverie, but that rarely happened.
Slowly I slipped to another place amongst my consciousness. I wander away from this cold, obscure day and plant myself on some distant shore amongst total strangers.
Not a single expectation here; not a need to even recognize the existence of the others. I go on with my business and they mind their own.
A warm breeze flutters beneath bright banners, and I let it fill my lungs softly, slowly. I close my eyes and sm
ReflectionI saw a broken mirrorReflection7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I had to laugh.
Finally a reflection
that saw past the mask.
Millions of different pieces
Silver shards of piercing truth
all different parts of the picture
The masterpiece of a broken heart
Maybe.Rain my confusionMaybe.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bleed my confession-
I'm in love with you.
I'm in need of you
Can I be the graffiti on your heart
The spiders in your closet
Let me wander my fingers through yours
Please don't cry
I can be your savior
Maybe your warrior in the dark
If I built you a path
Would you take it?
Or fail me as a fool
But, I'll admit
I can't ever stop trying.
DeathWhen I dieDeath8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to explode
I want the soul to come charging out of this shell with such violence
that my ribs are split down the middle and opened like a walnut
scattered in bits on the walls
my guts blasted onto the ceiling so that
kidneys and intestines will fall upon the doctor or nurse that attends
the skin will split
as my soul jumps for the light
my leg bones will rise up in the bed
across the floor
out the door
to the elevator and out into the street
onto the cars in traffic
my gory feet will dance!
kicking gobs of bad flesh at screaming spectators
until my soul finds the opening
the way OUT
and i am finally
Anger -- EssayAngerAnger -- Essay9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
With no apparent triggers, anger flares to life in a single, titanic burst as a whirlwind of distorted words and thoughts.
But is this anger truly a distortion? Could it just be the truth, the core of what we are? Are we just fooling ourselves that these good-natured, well-behaved masquerades are what we're meant to be?
How can this anger feel so good if it's wrong?
With each scathing word of the tempest another memory is reminded that was best left buried, and still it feels good, and we can't stop ourselves, don't want to stop. We wish this power, this ravaging power could last.
As our anger destroys, we feed on that destruction, that sickly-sweet pain.
But as the moment subsides and reason resurfaces, a new wash of emotion takes control: A rush of grief and regret.
Conscience returns and we know we have erred. In our anger we've shown ugliness in our soul, the flaw of our personality.
We beg for forgiveness and hope that, somehow, th
Unfairall this frustration an unfair reptutationUnfair8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
soo much humiluation
becomes a deprivation of my dreams.
thing's arent as they seem
im not mean
im me and your you
i'll never do what u want me to
i know what i did and what i didint do
and i can proudly say screw you
i dont care if u believe me or not
who are you to say i lied when u didint care to listen?
should i end my life?
or go another lonely night?
Paneling tips for mangaPaneling tips for manga11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Paneling is a part of Graphic design. O_- It's an art in itself, think of how you would do a collage and put together a puzzle, that's how paneling works.
You must understand the basic 2D design element:
movement, center of interest, value contrast, volume, size, perspective.... so on and on....
As for paneling.... there is no set way to do it, whether drawing the picture first, or draw the panel's first, or draw the panels and the pictures back and forth.... it's all upto the artist, as long as the result is satisfying to the artist. Just experiement and find the best way that suits you.
1. Panels must support your content: That's the most important thing.... if one line is going over an important character's head shot, omit that line and let the character stand out~ If one frame is more important than the other, you wish to make it a focus on the page, make that frame larger than the others, sometimes it can even overlap other panels alittle. However, being overly complicated