Wannabe"Chinese?"Wannabe6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Brennan squinted her eyes at him, and Booth grinned. "Thai?"
"Something with noodles, Bones."
"So long as it isn't Chinese or Thai," Brennan said, making a face. "I am sick and tired of Chinese and Thai."
She was opening her mouth to say something along the lines of "fine, but -- " when there was a dull crack from somewhere behind her, like a baseball bat in a stadium, and then she was spinning towards the ground. She struck the asphalt and bounced, once, with the force of the shot, before her nerve endings finally caught up and her shoulder blazed with pain.
There was a furious shout, and a quick repartee of gunfire that she recognized as belonging to Booth's sidearm. A muffled oath followed, and when he neither left her side nor reached for his cell phone, she knew whoever had shot her must have gotten away.
"Bones," Booth said quietly. "Bones? Can you hear me?"
"Yes," Brennan whispered, her voice tight.
"I'm going to get you to the hospi
Life - FringeIt was always going to happen, eventually. That one day she'd leave on an operation and never come back.Life - Fringe5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Broyles assigned another, new agent to work with them after they lost Olivia. Agent Richard Baker swooped in to their lab with proclamations of how things around here were going to run and his way of talking to Walter like a child and making jokes about the friend they'd just lost that made even Broyles scowl in disbelief. And in the end he couldn't hack it. Agent Baker lasted six weeks in Fringe Division, after which Broyles took to dealing with them more directly. Nobody could replace Olivia, so why try.
Walter changed. He retreated inside himself, performing his experiments in subdue and keeping his previously colourful explanations to a minimum. The spirit in his voice disappeared, replaced with something much more penitent. The glint of newfound freedom in his eyes is gone now, too.
It was another year and a half before Astrid left the FBI entir
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."Un roti de Cupidon2 years 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
RP EtiquetteSince I looked and noticed there wasn't such a thing already on dA I figured I would do one myself. Do note, though, that this essay cannot address every minor issue. It cannot address what plots to use or what character types work best where. But rather it is to be used as a sort of standard guidelines that one should always keep in mind whenever doing any roleplaying activity, especially with larger groups. All bolded statements given are examples from whatever is being discussed. Though another note is that this is geared towards non-dice based RP so many aspects will not apply for dice-based RP.RP Etiquette8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
To make this easier at the start of this essay will be a very brief list of each thing as a very quick guideline and then later on below that will be a much more elaborated version of each part.
When looking to start an RP, have a basic premise in mind before asking for people to join.
Only RP if you have time to do so.
Be aware of your surroundings.
Ask first before join
the drifterthe drifter2 years 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
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.Zomberella3 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
It's Easy To BullyWhen I first bullied,It's Easy To Bully1 year 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.
BirdcageNothing ever happens the way you read in the history books. In war there are never two armies, there is only a field of men. Never a number of dead; but individual lives snuffed out. That is what the subject of history is, years shelved and decimalized. Birth and death, graphed to the simplicity of lines. Great wars a footnote to the next great war. The achievements of men and women plotted out against the bookmark of day, month and year.Birdcage5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And somewhere amongst this, my mother breathed. Somewhere danced in now long-closed nightclubs, laughed at jokes told by a younger version of my Father. And then the unpin-able moment she fell in love with him, after which she would have sworn there was no moment, that she'd always loved him.
I try to place things, to tell the story to myself, but you cannot know the story of a life; you can only tell a new story from theirs, as one cannot speak with another's tongue.
Whilst other children would be given sweets, I would have to excavate them. Taught t
Autopsy of an Unwed MotherHe brings her backAutopsy of an Unwed Mother3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the scene of a crash
only to force her open like a locket,
cleaving her at the crux
with one solicitous swish of the scalpel.
Her skin splits at the blade.
Its vacuous stench pricks
the nostrils of his audience.
It is at this time that he introduces her
to his students, the white-smocked boys
more interested in the mysteries
of perpetual gestation
than the idea that she might have made
a fine mother.
The supine woman's thighs are pinned shut
in a futile attempt at modesty,
but the boys' search for knowledge
cannot allow her even this one simple dignity.
Latex hands grope at her from every direction,
each one of them scrambling
for a slice of swollen breast or thigh or wing
until with unbent legs and closed eyes
they almost believe her alive.
At last, it is time to show them
her most prized possession,
glaucous and exposed to their egg white eyes,
dangling from its string in her abdomen.
It is only here, submerged in the viscera,
that two flat he
How to evade making a Mary SueThe Mary Sue GuideHow to evade making a Mary Sue8 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
Things I'll tell you when you're older.The monstersThings I'll tell you when you're older.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't fit under beds
THE UNDERWEAR MAN"Hello?"THE UNDERWEAR MAN6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hi, my name is Buddy and I'm a representative of Smith & Winston Enterprises. We're a company that conducts surveys geared towards females and feminine products. Do you have the time right now to participate in a short survey, miss?"
The voice at the other end was steady and professional. I, too, work for a company that makes phone solicitations, so I immediately sympathized with the guy, figuring he had goals to meet and people to please. They probably wouldn't let him go home until he reached a certain participation percentage or something of the sort.
"Sure, Buddy, question away."
"Great! Thanks. How old are you?"
"Okay, and what brand of underwear do you wear?"
Poor guy. It takes a brave male soul to call up women and ask them about their underwear. I figured this job must have been his last resort. Perhaps he was laid off at his other job and had children to feed.
"Exactly what kind of underwear is it? Tho
character profile template.Character Descriptioncharacter profile template.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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A Sonnet in Lolspeak ~A Sonnet in Lolspeak~A Sonnet in Lolspeak6 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.
styrofoam platein a room dressed in their sunday beststyrofoam plate1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
i was glad for the styrofoam plate
it kept the soggy casserole
served by neighbors bustling in our kitchen
from soaking thru onto fingers and thighs
as we mingled in the front parlour
it didn't collapse under the piles
of aunt paula's tuna surprise
or aunt betty's ambrosia fruit salad
that's the one with the little marshmallows
the styrofoam plate remained unbent
as small talk and murmurs
swirled around the room
and face after face passed in front of me
the styrofoam plate let me shake hands
and offer one armed hugs
i didnt mind their tear stained cheeks
but if one more person says to me
"let me know if there is anything i can do"
...i'm glad that at least the plate was strong
22don't you dare222 years 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
Invisible WingsYou give me wingsInvisible Wings6 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
Golden EyesGolden Eyes9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believe in the soul
Others believe that you had none.
"Animals are dumb." they'd say.
"I hate cats,"
"I can't take them,"
They would scream
What kind of person could hate such a gentle soul?
I saw the world behind your golden eyes.
Friendship undying, one that could not be tainted
One that could not be stained by boys or fights
A friendship so pure.
Do you know I'm sorry?
Sorry attention I should have given,
but did not?
I remember your purr.
A purr that was broken and funny,
but one so sweet.
Remember how you caught a mouse?
You brought it to my lap
So proud of yourself
You had a kitten
and you were a wonderful mother.
I was so proud.
You and your kitten were my friends.
Soft fur and long whiskers,
playful paws and jumping fun,
purrs and meows of love.
Golden pools of light and love.
Both of you are gone now.
Taken by a shot
Stolen by the trigger
Yanked away by death at the hand
of a trigger happy man.
If I had known,
you would still be here.
five second suicideand as i pour myself out on these canvasesfive second suicide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i drip over the edges, spilling dots of
absence on the hungry earth.
they call me jane doe,
and i am not art.
every evening, i close the door,
close my eyes, disassemble.
slowly, i've become fleeting.
i float, my feet don't touch the ground.
how can i crash?
i fade, i dissolve,
but i've lost the motive to explode.
there's no glory in my death;
i leave no trace of the dramatic.
a man on the train last tuesday
nudged me, apologized, and carried on his way.
he's the last person who's
spoken to me since then.
we hit a notch in the tracks,
the car wobbled.
i stared at him silently,
counting the infinite futures
that suffocated behind my teeth.
i'm dying in my own penitentiary
with the cell door key in my pocket.
reasons to love a shy girli. men fear strong women,reasons to love a shy girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but she's far from strong.
this wisp of a girl
doesn't even need a hurricane
to fall apart.
she'd glued and re-glued,
old bonds wearing thin,
but if you ask politely,
she'll let you touch her scars.
ii. her lips are fettered in rusted chains.
you'd need a crowbar to pry up
her whispered secrets.
you are not worthy to hear her voice
just as she is not worthy to give it to you.
she told me everything she knows,
and i shut it away,
kept it safe.
i tied the threads into double knots
just to make sure
they wouldn't curl away from me,
twisted up like a dead spider's legs.
iii. she is hewn from shadow,
woven from grains of sand.
you might think she'd flow,
breeze by on a sparrow's breath,
but she's never been good at
anything but sinking.
she is buried treasure, and all
the things you wish you could forget.
iv. you found her washed up on the shore,
drawing pictures of her flickering soul,
and knew she was too unsteady to love.
when you reached for her heart,
AnorexiaSome say anorexia is just a way,Anorexia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To get some attention, just for 1 day,
I can tell you how false this really is,
Ana will take over and tell you how to live
When your mind keeps on saying,
"Don't eat and you'll be thin!"
What are you to do except say
"Okay I won't give in!"
Your friends begin saying,
"Come on please just eat!"
You consider until your mind starts saying,
"Remember thin cannot be beat!"
When an apple turns into numbers,
And food starts tasting bland,
What's the point of eating,
When you food tastes like sand
All the hours of hunger,
All the praise you think you earn,
The hours of running you had done,
Proud of the calories you burned
Your parents sit you down
Tell you they might send you away
While you keep trying to convince them
You really are okay
They ask how much weight you lost
You say "oh, a pound here or there"
They say that's a lie because
There's no fat on you anywhere
They ask how much you weigh now
You say "92 or 3"
They look at you with tearing eyes
The noise in the night(Please bare in mind this is a first draft, I will upload the final copy I did in class another time )The noise in the night3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was darkness on all sides of me – I couldn’t see a thing. There was just the faint glow in the distance, but it wasn’t getting nearer. The ‘thing’ was chasing me but I didn’t look around. The icy wind blew on my nose numbing my nose and hands. The groaning of the thing broke the silence that surrounded me. It echoes through my ears. I looked around, tripped and fell on a tree root, it was gaining on me, I tried to get up but my legs had turned to jelly. The darkness was closing in on me.
I woke up sweating as usual. ‘I’ve has that dream again,’ I thought to myself. Each time the dream is scarier than the last.
After the dream something always happened so I went onto Skype for comfort. I was home alone and terrified. I had been talking to Ruby when suddenly I couldn’t hear her anymore – the sound on my com