The Dragon User's Manual--THE DRAGON USER'S MANUAL--The Dragon User's Manual7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Congratulations on your purchase/birthday gift/illicit acquisition/blood barter of a CanonFire Corporation D-800 Personal Defense Unit! The PDU, or "Dragon", was invented over a thousand years ago, and it has been a faithful slave of humanity for more than fifteen non-consecutive years. By incorporating the latest in mana-synthesis technologies, today's dragon is better-equipped than ever to improve your life and keep your home smelling dragon-fresh.
Chapter 1 - Getting Started
Before you hatch your dragon from its OviTec Dragon Egg, make sure you have all of the following items:
(1) OviTec Dragon Egg
(1) CanonFire Cosmic Reaction Codex® Headset
(1) CanonFire Slavemaker® Inhibitor Collar
(1) Melee weapon (your choice)
(1) Hexagonal crank
(1) Dragon medallion
When you are ready to hatch the OviTec Dragon Egg, insert the hexagonal crank (A) into hole (B) (see fig. 1) and turn
CamaroAs all good stories start, this one begins with a dead man.Camaro10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dead man in question is the lover of my wife. Well, was. It's going to take me some time to get used to that. I worked with him at our garage for 18 years, banging away at the shit rednecks bring into a garage. Little did I know, he was banging away at my Patricia. Yeah, I call her by her first name. But she demands it. You see, the only thing that sets her apart from the worthless trailer park trash we all are is an attitude that would make Jesus pull the spikes from his wrists or wherever, hop off the cross, and take out the trash. My Patricia.
"Franklin, get the fuck back in 'ere".
Speaking of which, that's her.
"Franklin, you ass, get'n 'ere before someone calls the cops."
Now, I've just given her lover an acute case of tire iron to the head. So why's she want me back in the house, instead of in jail? Good question. Now, a better one would be why is it she's carrying a suitcase.
"Aww, Franklin, why'd you go and do that
to yell to dance to grow...one day I will tell my son to look for loveto yell to dance to grow...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a drowning man, to fill his lungs with it. I will
raise him with gentle hands and teach him to touch
a woman or a man with his fingertips. I will
tell my son to cry when he feels like crying and laugh
when he feels like laughing and sing out loud
when he feels the voice of God in his chest.
I will teach him to be unashamed
of his body or his thoughts, to spend days naked
with himself and his dreams, the proper way to throw
a punch and when to walk away. I will tell him
to get dirty, that every human being will spend
at least one night on their knees, value of
humility and of sore muscles. I will teach him to love,
above all other things to love,
to love and love and love until his body aches
with the quivering tension of
holding it all in and I will tell him that second to this,
the strongest thing he will ever do is look into the breaking point
and let go.
Fairytale Mythologymy words are magic beans that grow into a stalkFairytale Mythology7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
so, follow where I lead, let's take a little walk
past wolves that ain't nothing but huff & puff
you're running with the big dogs now & I just called your bluff
my house is made of stone, while you're wearing grandma's clothes
I mastered poetry and reinvented prose
with flows that topple foes and rescue damsels in distress
my cupboard's never bare, my porridge passes every test
impressed? distressed? afraid you've met your match?
I burn quick like candlesticks; too nimble for you to catch
so sing, "hey diddle diddle, this cat don't play no fiddle
but he still make music so sweet
that it soothes the savage beasts, puts lions right to sleep
and makes the wolves lie down with the sheep"
I am the sovereign of the seas, litigating destiny.
I stood on pedestals just to get you next to me.
I battled vast creatures, even stood up to Zeus.
Poseidon tried hidin, end up hung from ah noose.
They're all soft from my tragedy, ignorance is passin me.
eskimo movies at the...oh, I see.eskimo movies at the...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she wants a steady hand, and smooth script
stretching towards infinity.
she wants those wanton words
wrapped in needless syllables.
she wants what she wants. what she wants
is not this.
not my short & stumbling text; one word
tumbling towards the next. not these
scribbled, sloppy secrets; chopped up
and half-confessed. she'd much rather view
a ten-cent vocabulary flexed...
but I digress.
mostly, it talks about me.
sometimes, it says "hey!
we're doing new & exciting things
sometimes, it just
and screams -
'til someone comes
(busted & beautiful)
it exclaims & explains.
a letter to...this grey weather complimentsa letter to...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
made too loud.
40 hour weeks
feeds of unfelt,
dry & blinking.)
today, cute shoes,
and matching toes,
for a daily
all shades of
and that selfsame,
no bright inbetween
I'm coming up
Holes to HeavenHoles to Heaven7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's one foot
behind, the other.
mark a map
where you started
only to finish
bathed in beauty
set in stone,
homes dressed as
draped in green,
they all bloom
and I will
the busy currency
and I will
the hole that
you have made.
...responsecall:...response7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
offhandedly on an off chance
I tried to picture your face and
all I could conjure with my
mental wizardry was a fan
blowing in an empty room,
a color patch and a bit
of lace where you used to
description on a summer dayknotted hair reekeddescription on a summer day7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of pears and chlorine.
that could breathe
on its own,
with the light
a black ant
crawls up my shoe.
fiddle dee deeI will becomefiddle dee dee6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will make you
of my garden
A Medic's PrayerThat battle was a bad one.A Medic's Prayer9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was shortly after Optimus Prime had been designated our Supreme Commander, and I remember it waaaaay far better than I want to. We beat those 'Cons, but it was close. Too close. Plenty of casualties, soldier and civilian alike.
Actually, it's not the battle itself I remember. It's the aftermath.
Sunny and I got into it--again--and I got the brunt of the damages--again. Vain Sunny might be, but he's sure one Pit of a fighter. Anyways, I decided to see our resident CMO--Chief Medical Officer--with quite a bit of dread. You see, he doesn't appreciate me and Sunny getting each other damaged. Always curses up a storm and, once he's through with repairs, nearly puts a dent in my aft-plate by booting me out of his med-bay. Everyone quickly learned a simple truth--the Prime may command the Autobot military, but Ratchet commanded the med-bay.
love in eight parts.1.love in eight parts.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without giving everything away,
there are days too hot to remember,
our bodies shaking dust from the curtains with slow,
familiar rhythm. we did not look
like people, then,
we looked like gods, we looked like lovers,
we couldn't see the ending, then,
we were tangled up in gold.
This will never make the frontI can't draw anime, so this will never make the front page.This will never make the front11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't work Photoshop as well as I wanted to, so this will never make the front page.
I don't have the time to go out and take pictures of nature, so this will never make the front page.
I don't have the props for pictures, so this will never make the front page.
This isn't animated, so this will never make the front page.
This isn't flash-based, so this will never make front page.
What this is is words.
It won't have a cute picture of two anime characters.
It won't have a chatspeak phrase.
It won't mean anything to the vast majority of the community.
It won't have Japanese phrases.
It won't have naked men and/or women in the picture.
It won't be very appealing.
It's rather simple how words can be simple.
What with words being words.
You probably stopped reading already.
The average American attention span is twenty-two minutes.
I'd bet more than half of you proved that it might be a little less here.
You're not going to
cowboy guaranteecowboy guarantee7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
he was a man like no other;
snow brushed temples
with the devil inside.
you could place your crushed rock collection
between firm jaws
and watch him let loose.
such bountiful rebirth,
bolder bits to boulders.
the mouth that shaped the world.
he had a horsedrawn soul & daring driver to match;
counting vessels with infinite patience.
you could say that sick
and subsequently staggered.
you could carve his name,
like a curse.
the prince of parts unknown.
held in his memory
is the face
where you buried your prayers.
to love senselessly.we lost our sense of sight when we cowered under the false hope that one day we would feel brave enough to tackle our greatest weaknesses - ourselves. we always believed a choice was made whether to love blind or to love brave. we chose the former but it was later proved that both were possible.to love senselessly.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we lost our sense of smell in the kitchen when smoke was all that filled our lungs and we decided we kind of liked it. you said it was the smell our hearts gave off when they were vulnerable and passionate. i asked if that meant every victim of house fires and forest fires die of love and you just whispered that we all die of love.
we lost our sense of touch when we covered ourselves in sand, laced ourselves in glitter and rinsed ourselves with vinegar. by then, we knew every patch of skin as our own, every bone as the walls that kept our house in tact and every curve as the highway bends that led away from our home.
we lost our sense of hearing when traffic became our alarm clock, when rain be
Last Goodbyeseyes downcastLast Goodbyes7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
last words sealed with
closed mouth kiss
this is the thanks I get
and cold regret
this gift's been given
for the last
these open arms they
a farewell just in case
your heart becomes misplaced
a fire burns
for such a short
I'll light a candle
I'll tie the knot
with a final kiss
a feeling like coming home
this sense of longing fits
like a glove
hold your breath
it fades away
these aching words
from bitter tongues
mean more to me
than you will
these last goodbyes
oh, so casual
each star in my sky
burns out when you
Let's Hate Age 11Let's Hate7 years ago in Other More Like This
We met in a room full of crowded people
who knew my name
they knew my face
and they knew things I didn't
Most people there knew his parents
and that was about it; the knowledg
dublin in a rainstorm (8)dublin in a rainstorm5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm in love with your name. i love the way it travels in my mouth. i can taste it, it's lingering on my tongue. i wonder how many people keep your name in their prayers. i wonder how many people hear your name in their nightmares. i remember how your name created my own personal eclipse.
i remembered how i watched the past in my mind, as if i was watching a low definition movie. i remembered how your voice echoed in those possibly meaningful words.
a long time
apples, dammitThe Big Secret to Learning How to Draw:apples, dammit7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
In the Beginning... You see an apple, and you draw an apple. You look at your drawing, and it's utter crap. It looks nothing like the real thing, and you wonder why. "Hey, a real apple is red and round. My drawing is red and round. Huh. What's wrong?"
You draw some more apples. Many times.
And finally, one day, you have a Eureka! moment. You realize, *d'oh!* a real apple isn't entirely round! It's wider at the top, narrower underneath. It's got funky little lumps at the bottom. It's got a dip like a crazy deep belly button at the very top. You draw another apple. The result is better, but it's still crap. Much nicer crap than before, but still.... Hmm.
You draw more apples. Repeat.
Another day of drawing, another Eureka! moment. Hello! The red isn't really red. This particular apple is slightly darker than true red. And it's got some tiny tan spots on it. And at the top, the red turns into a pale green color near the stem. You draw an apple once
H E L I O SH E L I O S7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what of the world
who built herself
slick fog-lit sky
all fallen stars
a rasped refrain
of tilted angels
purpose in perfect
rapt in foundation
out our eyes
and concrete can
of your pale light
BulimiaBulimia11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was always watching her. Every second of every day. I loved her like she was mine.
She ran her finger over her 8mm flesh hole and gazed at his number printed on her hand. She copied the number in to her mobile and walked in to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, her scruffy black hair, black eyes, too much make up, pale skin, chequered mini skirt, black corset, fishnets and big boots, she was your ultimate rebellion. She peeled off her sweaty, gig clothes and turned on the shower. She turned back to the mirror, how she hated herself. She ran her hands down the sides of her slender body and turned to the toilet to puke up the contents of todays meals. She wiped the tears from her eyes and the sick from her mouth when she was done. She forced a smile and muttered to herself 'I have control'. She stepped in to the shower and let the water run down her grubby body. She admired the bruises that were appearing over her body, that's what you get for being hardcore at shows.
what is a masochist?when i found you last week, you were pressing the lipswhat is a masochist?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a broken bottle to your face, tracing a line of red tears.
when i asked why you did it to yourself, you said
i like myself better this way.
when i saw you in the hallway, you held the hand of another
whore, and she held the keys to your heart.
when i asked why you did this to yourself, you said
i like myself better this way.
when i called you three days ago, you were crying while you smothered
your mouth with your own hands, bruising the curves of your lips.
when i asked why you did that to yourself, you said
i like myself better this way.
when i took you out for a drive yesterday, you kept yourself away. you stayed
quiet and bit your tongue till it bled, but your black eyes never left my body.
when i asked why you do this to yourself, you said
i can like myself better this way.
when i came to your house today, you were tying ropes around your
neck. your floor was covered in
it's all relativetellit's all relative6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do you only need
you are building
to better see
have you placed
these stars behind
their gathering mass
unable to breathe
at the pane
in your self
but not e-
and unmake and
through which you
do you mean it?
long living the new fleshlong living the new flesh7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she walked away
from all the best
parts of me
how I long
let her bless
and my memory