How A Bordeline 1 Crazy ThinksMy brain hurts too much right now.How A Bordeline 1 Crazy Thinks7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
And Im not in the mood.
Especially for apparent delusional know it alls The bad kinds, not the good kind.
Some moron hit the power pole, so Im sitting here figuratively Shitting Myself cause Im scared of the dark.
Not to mention, I had some severe gut ache, only to go take a Piss, and end up letting out some severe Gastro as well. I would call it a Fucking piece of Shit, but technically
And now all of a sudden I just want to Fucking hug someone.
I hate hugging chicks.
Fuck! I think Ive got an attack of the Gastro here
M-Kay. I dont think Im gonna discuss favourite colours for now. But it definitely aint green.
Maybe God Hates Me
Damn, I hope the lights come back on soon.
So I realised today how I didnt want to die By a sword or a dagger penetrating My unmentionables.
Lovely thought, isnt it?
Great! I cant stop thinking about green, n
Change is Fast, chapter: 7 I got to the truck with Tyler still hanging on to me when I herd my name being called by a familiar voice from a distance. I let go of Tyler and turned around to see Ashley running towards me. She got within 20 feet of me and stopped while sobbing.Change is Fast, chapter: 76 years ago in Teen More Like This
As I ran towards her she started crying even harder. When I got to I gave her the most soothing hug anyone could've ever have endured. I never wanted to let go of that girl I call an angel.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you, too," Ashley replied.
Soon after the hugging was over with, we locked lips. kissing her is like resting your lips on a pillow. Any guy that has kissed Ashley knows that he was melting on the inside. "I never was to leave you," I said as I held her off the ground while she was sobbing.
Juan and Raul eventually got another car and Tyler said they were going to go look for survivors. I didn't care. I lost the love of my life and I just got her back in my arms of safety.
Change is Fast, chapter: 4 We got about 150 yards away from the Rave til we could start to see it. I should have thought about it ahead of time. Tyler just settled down and was talking about what she was going to do over the summer. Telling me how she was planning to go see her dad in Florida. Then she was going to go get her cat up from North Carolina and bring her back home. What she was thinking about doing with her hair. Something about extentions and peircings. She went on and on about things she wanted to do and have done. Practically her life story.Change is Fast, chapter: 46 years ago in Teen More Like This
She just finished her story and was about to say how fun it would be when she fell silent. I looked over at her to see what she was doing taht made her shutup. I slowed down and pulled over on the side of the road. "Tyler, are you okay?" I asked with uncertainty. Her eyes started to water and her breathing increased more and more. She was starring at almost nothing. I tried to focus at what she was looking at, I couldn't make
A Pretty Good DayA Pretty Good Day8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A Pretty Good Day
February 10, 2006
The next morning dawned much like the previous day: cold and gray. I had slept in the car overnight and was very uncomfortable from the stiff driver's seat. Undoubtedly the police were looking for the purple Neon, so I would have to get rid of it as soon as possible. I felt a rumbling deep in my gut that told me it was time to eat something. I hadn't had anything to eat since Charlotte bought me dinner at the Dairy Queen in Westerville.
But what to eat? I didn't have anything with me, and there wasn't any food stashed in the car's glove box or in the center console. It looked like it was going to come down to me trying to buy something in town. I sighed, then started the engine and waited for the defroster to thaw the iced-up windshield. Once the glass was clear, I cycled the wipers once and then pulled out of the parking lot and
Change is Fast, chapter: 2 That sound that terrible sound. It's the sound that you hear when you turn on the t.v. only a 1000 times louder. It's the sound that will drive a dog so mad you would rather kill it than hear it squeal. It's that sound that you have to magnify to really understand how it can hurt. Like a drone, it drowns out all other sounds and makes you focus on it. I never want to hear that torturous sound again.Change is Fast, chapter: 26 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
When I heard that sound I knew what just happened. I looked around not knowing what I should find. Unfortunately what I found looked like hell. The mushroom cloud signified the death and destruction of what just happened. The beautiful blue sky was replaced with black smoke. Dallas was no longer a city, but a crater. I looked at Tyler who was crawling over the seat into my lap for comfort. I couldn't do anything, but give that to her. Her crying wasn't noticeable until I could hear clearly. That's when I held her in my arms like a newborn and rocked back and forth to
Ep3 Pt3: Death By FeatherTHE ADVENTURES OF BEN AND SEREN: DETECTIVES FOR HIREEp3 Pt3: Death By Feather7 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Death by Feather
written by koffeeben and sereneworx
edited by melonhead-emotion
"Look in that window over there." I said to Ben. He turned towards the car and looked inside its window. He gasped at what he saw.
"Gasp" He gasped. The car was chock-full of duck feathers, so many that the car seemed to be bulging from the pressure.
"Lets take a closer look Ben." I said, motioning for Ben to follow. I walked towards the car, purpose leaking from my every step. My mind was throwing up images, memories from the past two days. My fourth sense, the detective within me, was putting all the pieces together.
"Ben, the man who hired us, he had a duck on his head, right?"
"The Duck with the Man on his bottom." As we reached the car, I discarded Ben's comment as a simple
Gunners, Chapter FourApril 30, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Four4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"On your knees."
With the rifle barrel digging into my spine, I reluctantly obeyed. I dared not reach for my weapons; a rare time when my gut feeling could get me killed. His voice was young, around my age. He took a step to my right and kicked my foot.
"Take out your weapons."
Slowly, I pulled my revolver out and set it on the ground. Then the knife concealed in my boot. He kicked them from my reach. Then, "Your other weapon."
"That's all I have."
"I wasn't born yesterday, sweetheart. Other weapon."
Sweetheart? "Look, I told you, the knife and revolver are all I have."
He let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright. Here's what we're going to do. See the wall in front of you?"
The butt of his rifle smashed the back of my head so hard I couldn't even cry out as I fell to the cold floor. A faded figure walked over me and bent down. Everything turned black.
"Lynn... That is a ridiculous middle name. Lynn, Lynn... I take it your parents didn't exactly lov
Titanic's AnguishGo away. Make them go away.Titanic's Anguish7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I cry but do they listen. Do they feel my pain? Do they know what I know? Have they seen what I see?
They have taken everything from me, my life, my future, my freedom, my happiness. Must they rob from my grave?
What have I done to offend them? I had no choice in my actions. Did I ask for the iceberg to lay in wait in my path? Did I ask to speed into an ice field? Did I ask for so little lifeboats?
I did all I could. I did as I was asked to. I had no say in my actions. The humans choose for me.
I thought they had left me for dead when I sank. I thought they would have forgotten about me.
I was wrong.
They came back for me.
At first they respected me. They came only to learn what they could. They came and took nothing but visual records. They came and left.
The dark hearted ones came. They who followed the scent of money. They whose eyes glinted with greed. They came and took what they could from me. They saw me as nothing but a cash cow. They didn't care for
Dying.Dying.Dying.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then there was fire.
Fire bled from him; fell from his eyes, slid from his mouth.
It dripped from his very pores.
The force of the blast threw him easily and drove him into the ground. He felt as though his bones had suddenly become shards of glass for is teemed as though everything had been jolted from its place within him and the razor edges were driven into his skin. He tried to shout, but nothing came out, only closing his eyes and plunged into blackness. Six minutes until irreparable damage.
He was falling, the pull of gravity centered just below his shoulder blades, a slight pull dragging him ever deeper into the bottomless abyss that had opened up beneath him. There seemed to be a sudden heaviness that had placed itself upon his chest; a slight tightness that spread itself across his front originating in the cracks of his deformed sternum. It slowly seeped its fingers into his lungs
Give me your handGive me your hand..Give me your hand6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to take you on a walk among the clouds.
Up there we will venture into the far and unknown.
To live free without care, in wonder and awe of the beauty of this world..
To take each day, each second with you in my arms..
The eternities will melt away when we are together..
Just take my hand and we will venture forth into the unknown, unafraid and willing..
Gunners, Chapter SixMay 2, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Six4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm not sure what awoke me first: the disgusting humidity in the room, or the horrible pain in my head. My mouth was taped, eyes covered by an itchy cloth. My hands and feet were tightly bound by a thin wire, digging painfully into my skin. My coat and boots were missing along with my gun belt; I could feel dried blood under my nose. I rolled to my side, the tips of my fingers the stone wall, my head rubbing against the lumpy mattress with little hopes of removing the blindfold.
The door opened, bringing in a chilly breeze. Two footfalls, a pause, then one more. I froze. There was a strike of the match, soon followed by the putrid smell of smoke. A chair scraped across the floor and bumped into the bed frame. Smoke was blown in my direction; I wanted to gag.
Fingers slithered up my arm and to my neck, grabbing my dog tags. "Edahsra, Alice L... Well, I'll be damned, you're Nicky's girl." The voice was male, older by at least twenty or so years.
"It's been a while since I s
Ep3 P4: The CaptureTHE ADVENTURES OF BEN AND SEREN: DETECTIVES FOR HIREEp3 P4: The Capture7 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
written by sereneworx and koffeeben
edited by melonhead-emotion
If I could, I would have fought to escape the Spammer's cold grip. There were tales of people being taken by this group; never to be seen again sometimes they would turn up in dumpsters, their mangled flesh burning. Some said that they were subjected to torture involving a concentrated serum of myspace, injected directly into the blood stream; apparently it gave you suicidal intentions, made you want to end your life... Forever.
"Tere int no use fiteing," said the Spammer, spitting on the docks. Clearly he wasn't reading my narrative. I was being dragged along in a scratchy bag. Darkness surrounded me. My bullet-wound hurt like hell, but I couldn't concentrate on that right now. I had to think up a way to escape that didn't involve me getting riddled with more bullets. Had
Under The KnifeThey tell me that we are not meant to be, yet I choose not to believe,Under The Knife6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they bring me sorry and misery, even tears to grieve.
Anna, I long for us to be together, but it may never come to be,
so let me, my darling, tell you of how you make me free:
I am told that we don't belong, that's where they're wrong.
For only you, Miss Lexington, will my heart yearn for long.
So spend eternity or at least here on Earth is my hope,
call it, yuppy, disastrous even perhaps I am a dope.
Then again, dearest lover, I am truly are not,
because, maybe just maybe, you're the soul mate I forgot.
Let them all perish, die away, pass away, fade away,
because I want to be your sunshine on a rainy day.
Though your weapons instill deepest fears to all,
I know you'll always come running when I call.
For there is no other beauty, so gentle and certainly fair,
because you're my sweet poison, Anne, and I ... I am your Eddie bear.
No . . . this is not me! I don't write these travesties!
I am not in love with
September 11, 2001My brother was lying on his back on his bed watching wrestling when I asked him about the school times. He asked me why I needed the times of our old Middle School.September 11, 20017 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I told him, Im writing a story.
He told me, Youre not allowed to write stories.
Fine. Its an essay then.
Essays you can write. Novels, novellas, cryptic messages .
No, no short stories. Short stories are stories.
But I can still write an essay?
Yes. He turned over onto his stomach. Why are you writing an essay?
Youre not allowed to write an essay for you. Not until youre an adult with a job where
John, what day is tomorrow?
He looked at his calendar.
So I can write my essay now?
Gunners, Chapter FiveMay 1, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Five4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rested on the floor that night, listening to his deliberate snoring drowning my ears. He was curled up on the couch, his back turned to me. I groaned and rolled to my side. Back on the base, I would have no trouble falling asleep; the endless noise of construction, late-night gunfire, and the stray animals had that touch to put me down for a good few hours. Of course, that was on the base, where I knew I'd be safe. I tossed back and forth in annoyance, hands gripping the imaginary pillow. It wasn't the snoring that got to me, it was the silence.
In the wastes, silence meant death. A man could walk through a hail of gunfire and come out virtually unscathed, but would then find himself dead when all he heard was nothing. Even my father had his moments when everything turned quiet. I had no idea how I was able to remain so calm; the nightmare still plagued my mind. Those clicking boots, that voice, his damned smile. I looked to my new acquaintance, a single question bounci
RIP STEVE IRWIN 2.R.I.P. STEVE IRWINRIP STEVE IRWIN 28 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
22/02/1962 - 04/09/2006
Please tell me its not true?,
How can there be a world without you?
Its hard to believe that your gone,
But may your spirit live on and on,
We never ever thought this day would come,
Now it has we all feel so numb,
Where sorry to see you go,
We really miss you so,
Now you've gone to the great place in the sky,
The worlds lost a legend and a great guy,
You took risks no-one else would take,
You even took gambles no-one else would make,
You was brave and heroic,
For a hero / idol you was ideal to pick,
Youve inspired thousands of people everwhere,
For any animal in need of help you was always there,
You gave the world such education,
Turned us all mainly into an animal nation,
You became famous worldwide,
With your wife Terri at your side,
The love you share is unbreakable,
The bond you has was not mistakeable,
Your little dog Sui was always there for you,
Goin with you in everything you do,
Along came Bindi who became your number one fan,
In the Eye of the StormA sheet of crystalline white lay across the silent ground of the naval base. Through the thick mist and solemn clouds, faint streams of sunlight broke through the barrier and into the iced windows of the dormitories. Inside, two rows of thirty bunks lined the wide but narrow room, the insignia of a spear-wielding eagle perched above the dead fireplace and mounted upon the oak wall. Beneath the parchment sheets, men stripped to their underclothes tossed and turned against the lumpy and stiff mattresses, catching what few moments of sleep they had.In the Eye of the Storm3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Outside, however, told a different story.
Grasping at the iced railing, Radomir kicked like a frenzied horse at his attackers, fighting to find any means of escape from his tormentors, captains from the East Dorm. One, a tall and burly officer, wrapped his hands around Radomir's thin leg and easily yanked him away from the rail, his face slamming into the frost below. He struggled to push himself up, only to be felled by a sharp kick to his st
Tell the face thou viewestWhat is the beginning of the ending that begins again to which we call life?Tell the face thou viewest6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is there a driving urge in it that sometimes causes us hardened strife?
Anguish, suffering, inexplicable pain that we should not begin to feel,
for we know that we are not to be this way for it cannot be, to us all, real.
At birth and growing up to be taught of how we should remain strong,
how is it then that our heart denies it and tells us that what we learn is wrong?
Then into years of schooling our life's lessons do there begin,
taunting and teasing occurs mercilessly without end.
Events of good and bad fill our very souls, bearing our very heart,
struck down are we in our lowest moments, ripping us apart.
Then it is there we wish to move on and leave everything to not mend,
but out of the blue, we find the patchmaker to which we call a friend.
Hold me, my darling friends, my saving angels, something inside me expands,
rip it out, take it away, I beg of you, I need your saving, clinging hands.
Why do I fee
We loved with a love. . .The handwriting, if you can imagine it when you read this, is much like Jane Austen's was. Elegant and sophisticated. These words you are about to read comes from the heart of Lucinda Rose Lancaster, a woman you all might know. Maybe. Heed her words and who knows? You may learn a thing or two.We loved with a love. . .6 years ago in General More Like This
Do you know what it is like to be in love? A love wherein past hurts leads to a future of hope? Where love means something more than just kisses and embraces? I do. Though he was vile, desolate, aye, even a vulture with a claw of iron clad justice, I was his solace and world. From our first night together to our last kiss, he loved me. I remember how I lit up the room and ignited his heart whereas he completed my emptiness. For eternity will I remember him...my beloved James.
When I first met James, my readers, I was young and fragile. My parents protected their children, me the most as I was their youngest. I was born Lucinda Rose Lancaster, but to those we called friends and our family,
What is EmoWhat is Emo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is Emo?
No matter what dictionary you look in you will not find Emo in it that is because there is no definition.
Emo is a liquid much more fluid than water, but when it freezes it is stronger than steel.
Every person carries around a jar, and each jar is a different shape size and color.
Emoness will fill the jar no matter who you are and the shape of that jar determines what you think of Emoness.
Sometimes the jar will become warm and will become moldable. This is the time of changing opinions.
The time when you think Emo people are just people who wear all black and cut themselves to the time
when you understand that Emo people are the people who are the ones who act on their Emotions, and
will tell you what they think of you and the world.
They will not hide behind masks and will show their faces scars and all.
So no matter who you are once you hear the word Emo.
It will start to fill your jar, and become beautiful glass jar or an ugly cracked pot banging against your hip.
Medders Thesis: pt 1 - I am the NarratorMedders Thesis: pt 1 - I am the Narrator1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
§ I am the Narrator §
I am a scalpel, once made of iron and shiny silver now drenched in grime from being swallowed by the earth for so long. My blade has long since dulled and chipped in places. I wear a dress of green as I am finally pulled to light after sitting in that blackness with no sense of time. I am breathing air once more, liberated from the pit of suffocating darkness that had encased me. No more am I choking on dirt and mud, no more am I frozen in a coffin of dried, hard, earth around me. When the light seared my gaze, it hurt. When I was pulled up, the heat fell on me like a smothering rug. I had forgotten about it after so long. I had forgotten so much after so long.
First, there was water in the darkness; I had plunged into the hungry gullet of a well as punishment for a deed I did through no fault of my own. Then the well grew deeper and finally ran dry, the mud becoming my tomb as I lost all sense of time. When I
The Greatest Fic EverOne day, the Roarschack was walking randomly down the street when this random stranger jumped out in front of him and said, "Walter, i am a mysterious girl from your past who has now grown up into a beautiful young woman and i am secretly a vigilante and we need to be together because we're both vigilantes and we're both liek rlly messed up and we complete each other in our mutual messed-uppedness."The Greatest Fic Ever4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Rrrraaaarlllll," said the Roarschack.
Hideously rejected, the mysterious and bootiful young woman then went to hogwhutz.
"Pruffesser Snope," she said, "I am Voldermort's secret daughter that no one knew about and also Harry Potter's dark twin cousin. I can speak parsell tung and potions is my favorite class, we are compatible so won't you love me because I had an abused childhood where Voldemort killed my mom and because I'm technically not a legal adult and long flowing hair and green eyes which is mysteriously like someone else you knew and oh hey this is hogwhutz, a magical place
The Pestilence of Heresyvengence i seek for your pestilence has wrought a plaque within thy soulThe Pestilence of Heresy7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
withering thy flame into cinders and turning thy flesh into stone
i unsheath thy sword with ferocity and hark the seraphim crying out
"behead the heretic for it is the will of the gods!"
Blasphemer your voice echos unhallowed in thy ears
Thou shalt suffer for these words of heretic law
your creed shall go unacknowledged to society
your followers shall be drowned in their own blood
thou shalt burn in the fires of hades till the end of eternity
heretic you fall at thy feet, devoid of thou head
your blood stains thy flesh as i raise thy sword drenched in the blood of the dead
thou pestilence can no longer reap thy soul