percabeth momentsThe Lightning Thiefpercabeth moments5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The last thing I remember is collapsing on a wooden porch, looking at a ceiling fan circling above me, moths flying around a yellow light, the stern faces of a familiar-looking bearded man and a pretty girl, her blond hair curled like a princess's. They both looked down at me, and the girl said, "He's the one. He must be."
She was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. wither her deep tan and her curl blond hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the image. They were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.
She glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something lik
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."Un roti de Cupidon11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son supérieur était encore une f
The sad idea about art thieves.“Making art is like having a child, it takes time to mature and to show to the world.The sad idea about art thieves.1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
You have people who praise it, and to congratulate you. And the people who envy you for such creativity.”
It’s never easy doing art, you must protect it at all costs. But when someone steals your art, it would be far too late. You art child would be tortured, poorly changed and yet still recognizable, and even forced to be looked at by many people, just because someone wanted to be popular or make a profit.
Your art child would be crying, screaming for help from its original parents. Yet no matter how many times you tried to rescue the art child, the “police” won’t do anything about it.
If this ever happened to you. Please, let the thief know what he/she is doing. Stealing your child from you, torturing the poor thing, and using it for illegal or selfish reasons.
DownfallYou climbed too highDownfall10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your own mouth.
When you fall
not even your Gods
can help you.
And i'll make sure
to be the one
to push you.
the drifterthe drifter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i tried to tell you that Marley was a ghost,
but you wanted to walk with wings
across gleaming midnight.
How marvelous, this stone stands
sturdy and musty; this glorious church holding up a ticking sun
that slowly cracks the trippy stained glass.
you drilled way below the church stone,
and found dried palm leaves and old joints
like clues to the map of an exceptional life.
I love this torrential literature,
I love a racing heart.
i cannot sleep, i keep dreaming,
ezekiel's visions leave me breathless.
Take it up with the Big Man.
Surely the cannabis creator
must exude a presence that lingers on synapses.
i've lost my ability to fly.
a tender sky with reddening clouds,
the sights of death give birth to no life.
Well, I'm l
i don't think im alive enough to die yet.we used to play russian roulette on dingy street corners,i don't think im alive enough to die yet.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
cigarettes hanging from soot-blackened lips
and morphine running rampant through our drugged up systems.
i remember how i was always shot.
you ran away when i didn't die
and left me to bleed out
onto the cold concrete.
but you don't understand-
dolls and wallflowers are empty inside,
and hearts constructed hastily with broken matchsticks
don't beat true. it's just dull thumping
in a hollow chest cavity.
(and even the best dentists can't fill this one up.)
It's Easy To BullyWhen I first bullied,It's Easy To Bully7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did so with a click of a mouse,
and a press of a key.
Through the computer,
my “harmless” words assaulted your
The next time I bullied,
was easier than before.
Like a loaded gun,
I hurled my harsh words at your
Like a bullet to a brain,
your emotions exploded,
and flooded onto the ground,
like a gentle rain.
After that, you become stoic and emotionless,
dressed in black,
and scarred your wrist like rugged train tracks.
I thought it was funny, so I decided to cruel,
I punched, and shoved you,
made you out to be the fool.
This time was harder, because you didn't react,
you allowed me to hit you, and you refused to fight back.
So harder I tried, I pulled your hair, I called you gay,
and I treated you unfair.
I kicked you in the ribs, nearly broke your back,
and through all of my assaulting, you refused to fight back.
I guess you couldn't take it, I guess I went to far,
for that following weekend, you stabbed your right arm.
Things I'll tell you when you're older.The monstersThings I'll tell you when you're older.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't fit under beds
Why Not?"The stars would still shine, and the Earth would still turn, so why not?"Why Not?1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, what about the way your best friend's sister or brother will scream their lungs out, throw up, and cry to their deaths because they can't believe that you're gone.
What about the way your best friend will cry everywhere she goes, because every single step reminds her of what you did.
What about the way that your friends can't even say anything anymore, anywhere they go, because the only thing that they can be reminded of are your bloody wrists and your limp body hanging from the ceiling by a rope.
What about the way your ex boyfriend or girlfriend will run to your house and into your room, burying his face in your clothes, trying to savor the last of your scent because that's the only thing he'll have left of you.
What about the way your long-distance girlfriend or boyfriend will fly to your state and stumble into your house, screaming and crying and throwing up because the last thing you sent the
Blackbox of a Euclidean (air)PlaneLove like a luxury coupe with a glass frame, false controlsBlackbox of a Euclidean (air)Plane10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and doors welded tighter than a deafly-tuned E string,
it's wild to think a summer's worth of fuel thrusted
us far enough to get
does our smoke blur the lens
after we burn out?
Twisted and leaking emotion, we
leave a messy afterimage streaming behind us; crossing
and recrossing like power-lines in a rainstorm.
It could've been the drugs but
I’ve seen a bridge
survive, pristine in agony, long after the sea swallowed its once-
touching islands in a molten gulp.
The vaulted ribcage of an ancient giant, the bridge bled shadows on both ruins
when the sun splintered through the dusk just
Sabotage & speculation. But,
did we talk? Or did my voice simply
reflect itself across the axis of a reaching mind; a projection of
How to evade making a Mary SueThe Mary Sue GuideHow to evade making a Mary Sue7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
This guide is meant to introduce and/or inform you of this threat that is currently attacking storywritting, drawing, Original Character creation (OCs) and fandom/fanfiction in general, not to say Originality itself!
During the course of this guide, you will learn what a Mary Sue is, youll identify one when sighted and, most importantly, you will not create one and hopefully you will help others in the subject, so they dont create Mary Sues too.
I) Mary Sue 101:
-What is a Mary Sue?
Mary Sue is a title given to characters in fanfiction (and sometimes original, professional work) who are simply perfect: They are beautiful, smart, friendly, always willing to help for nothing in exchange even if they can die, powerful, important in one way or other...you get the point (I will explain on emphasis later). These characters are often created in Roleplaying forums/chatrooms or simply as OCs with a storyline
ZomberellaThere are six clumps of my dirty blonde hair left. I sit in front of my vanity, tying different colored bows at the base of each one. I dyed the tips of them my favorite color a while ago -- hotter than hell pink -- so people know I mean business. When I'm done with that, I pinch my cheeks, make kissy faces in the mirror. I'm looking a little dull, I finally decide. I reach below the vanity and pull out my secret weapon: a tub of Crisco. I dig my fingers into the thick white goop and start smearing it on my face. When that's done, I roll a little margarine under my pits and give myself an approving wink with my good eye in the mirror before getting up and prancing downstairs.Zomberella2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mum is sitting at the kitchen table when I skip in. "Heya, Mumsliums!" I holler, giving her a frantic wave. She nods once and waves back as I cut through the tiled kitchen for the mud room to get my tennies from the shoe rack. She doesn't say much anymore, now that she's lost her lower jaw. I shrug and
What Would It Be Like.i ripped off my wingsWhat Would It Be Like.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the edge of a cliff
what it would be like
if you need help making it through the dayremember:if you need help making it through the day5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lara vs The Savage PackFirst Appeared: Monday, 13th, September ‘Wooden Pews’ online news aggregatorLara vs The Savage Pack1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Heaviest Change by Lara Craft.
When Barry Finbarr (the editor-in-chief and owner of the Wooden Pews) first asked me to write about my experiences of the so-called Lupin virus I must admit I had to think about it for a long time. Not because I do not want people to know what it is like to have suffered through this outbreak. Nor because I am worried about the attention it will bring.
My concern is due to the secrets that I have had to carry because of it that I have not discussed with anyone. What I will reveal here may never make it to print because of what I have done, and seen done at the hands of others.
To give a little background, my childhood couldn’t be considered difficult. I have loving parents and a sister with which I am very close. As children we would play with our dolls and pony figurines like any girls our age, dreaming of handsome princes
Invisible WingsYou give me wingsInvisible Wings5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I may know
what its like
you shall never take to the skies
and your passion
The ancient blood
running in your veins
Ignites the fires
Gone cold in me
You give me a glimpse
of such pure wild
and little understood
Its a bond that cannot be described
in such empty words
Your back is unyielding
Your muscles unmatched
Carries me with
Quietly suicidal."Those things'll kill you,Quietly suicidal.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I'm counting on it, sweetheart."
22don't you dare228 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
leave fake flowers over my grave
allow the weeds to grow and envelop me
because I will always be a sanctuary
for infectious things
A Sonnet in Lolspeak ~A Sonnet in Lolspeak~A Sonnet in Lolspeak5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dey sez we kittehs iz not gud wif speach,
Dat we spellz bad, dun yuse teh grammerz well,
An even sumtiems dey get madz and yell
Dat we shud tawk liek normulz, tryna preech
Dere "propur" ingleesh in dere kommentz on
Teh YooToobs and such playses on teh net
Cuz dey (tho we did nothinz) wanna get
Us off teh webz. Dey's mean an want us gawn.
But kittehs dun so eesly get deterrd,
O noes, an so dey griypes and griypes and griypes
But stilz we stays and stilz we can has tipez,
An tipez in lolspeek, yoosinz ar weerd wurds.
So tho dey will complayns, try as dey mey
We iz not leevinz, we iz heer to stay.
Definitions of lifeWithout youDefinitions of life5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am lost
Like the summer breeze in
A winters blizzard
Like a hummingbird
Without a flower
Like a person
Without a soul
I am lost
Who am I without you?
I am just living flesh
For the moment
A heart beating
For the time being
In these empty laughs
And the shadows of my fake smiles
It makes me whole
I consider if Im really alive
How far do the boundaries
Of its definition stretch?
A heart beating
My lungs breathing
It doesnt feel like it.
Will you still love meWill you still love me.Will you still love me10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will you still love me when im gone?
Will you still care?
Or will you be
the one to end me...