Sorry We Shot Your Kid...Sorry We Shot Your Kid, But Here's $500
For the entire war in Iraq, the press has been kept largely in the dark concerning the number of civilians killed by our forces, and what happened in the aftermath. Now several hundred files posted online reveal some of the true horror while raising questions about lack of compensation.
Here you will find, for example, that when the U.S. drops a bomb that goes awry, lands in an orchard, and does not detonate -- until after a couple of kids go out to take a look -- our military does not feel any moral or legal reason to compensate the family of the dead child because this is, after all, broadly speaking, a "combat situation."
Also: What price (when we do pay) do we place on the life of a 9-year-old boy, shot by one of our soldiers who mistook his book bag for a bomb satchel? Would you believe $500? And when we shoot an Iraqi journalist on a bridge we shell out $2500 to his widow -- but why not the measly $5000 she had requested?
This, and m
Freely EnslavedYou poison your mindFreely Enslaved6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With beliefs, divine
A part of your life
now left behind
You've no common sense
You weave a defense
Of some plan which was made
Without your consent
You justify how you behave
And choose to be, freely, enslaved
Check the cons
Break the bonds
Don't become their pawns
Escape from the hold
Say you won't be sold
No more messed up stories
From the days of old
Maybe it's time to misbehave
Show them you won't be freely enslaved
Love thy neighbour?God hates fags. 'Love thy neighbour' HAH!!! Why don't you take a closer look at the Bible before you talk shit!!!Love thy neighbour?6 years ago in Humor More Like This
It clearly says:
"Love thy straight neighbour."
...Idiots. Go back to primary school and learn to read.
Think. Don't Know.Certainty is a plague. Avoid it at all costs. Don't be certain, ever; think, don't know. Crusaders were certain their actions were right; the radical terrorists are certain they were doing good; many criminals are certain they won't get caught. They knew, but didn't think. Think. Ask why. Ask how.Think. Don't Know.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Don't ever just accept something, follow the evidence. Don't just accept there is evidence, study it, experience it firsthand, if possible. Think. Society stabilizes through doubt, not certainty, knowing leads to not trying, not learning. Knowing isn't really knowing, it's a combination of faith and apathy. Thinking is security, a blend of skepticism and activism, curiosity and caring, initiative and interaction. Don't just trust, justify rationally, and rationalize justly. Trust is good, only if it is trustworthy. Don't just know, think.
ClicheThis was bullshit.Cliche4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pardon my French, but seriously? I tell my mother I'm atheist, and what is her solution?
Take me to confession.
"It'll be good for you, sweetie!" she'd said. "It'll help you find God!" not two seconds after she said this, my dad excused himself to go smoke a joint in front of the church. Exhibit A of how ignorant my mother is of her surroundings.
Exhibit B is her leaving to go have dinner with a group of church ladies and expecting me to be in her confessing to a God I don't believe in.
Having God shoved down my throat is not going to make me believe in Him. First off, it'll make me vomit, second off, it's going to make me not want to believe in Him more than I already do. I'm a teenager, rebelling is in my nature and this woman should know this by now.
I cast my gaze down to my wrist, checking the time on my watch. What time was she going to come get me? I'd already been in here alone for an hour, and the sun had started to set about ten minutes ago.
It was getting
The Hunt is on. I could smell him from miles away. He smelled of fear, the same irrational fear that every human gets when they are alone in the dark. His fear though, wasn't so unwarranted. We were watching him; this pathetic thing walking right into our land. Oh how his fear made my mouth water with anticipation. I wanted to tear into his chest like a thanksgiving turkey, breaking the bones of his inferior structure and then sucking every last bit of marrow from them.The Hunt is on.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Willow sat next to me hunched over as we waited for the rest of the pack to signal, Willow being the newest member of the pack was to be the bait. From a far a howling sounded followed by more causing the message to pierce even the thick dark forest we now hunted in. Willow now turned towards me; and with a low growl spoke.
"The hunt begins dear friend."
Her red eyes glowed brightly as she drooled at the thought of the victory soon at hand. Her wolf form slowly grew smaller, her snout sho
You're Mine.Throughout your whole life you had been taught to fear me, and yet here you are how flattering.You're Mine.6 years ago in Horror More Like This
You came to me, begging for me to cure it all save you from that pathetic excuse of a life you had, take away your problems, as if they never were. You were so desperate longing for an escape from your nightmarish reality, and live in the fantastic dreams I created for you. You wanted a sort of paradise. And naturally, I complied.
For a cost, of course.
Your 'friends' they tell you I am nothing but trouble, but they are the ones mistaken. I've done what none of them could. They never bothered to ask how you were doing, they never wondered why you came to school close to tears did they really care? No, they didn't, did they? Shh.. it's alright.. I'll take care of you now...
Why do you draw back from me? Are you afraid? What have you got to lose? Is the cost too high for you? Oh it is isn't it but you must admit, a bit of your soul is a worthy price f
YouA dance with emotionYou6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A glass full of joy
When I look at you
The world seems to slow
How your lips move the certain way they do
How your eyes glisten the certain way they do
Apart from the rest and yourself you have always been
Never one to conform to the popular trend
And that is what I oh so love about you
How you aren't afraid to be you
How you don't care what anyone else thinks
Because in the end, what matters is what YOU think
And that makes me think worlds of you
You, this person of immense inspiration
A person who makes me feel like I can do anything
But you aren't a super hero
You are you, and I would ask for you no other way
For, were you any different, you wouldn't be you
And you without being you is no good
For in my eyes, there is only you
And without you, there is no me.
You WonderYou see it first because it's linked to you on your Tumblr.You Wonder3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You're a fan of slightly creepy things; scary stories, urban legends, blogs with photos of abandoned buildings and videos of theoretical ghosts. Your small group of followers on your personal blog share your interests and can't believe you haven't heard the story. It doesn't take much to make you click the link as you sit, bored, in yet another generic class. You're interested in the subject, but there's a part of you that would much rather be with your ghosts and your Tumblr feed. The link to something written later than the European Renaissance is a welcome departure.
And as you wander through the links, scrolling through words and images of every possible variation, you realize what exactly it is that you've stumbled upon. What begins as a series of eery, doctored pictures you watch evolve into a rich mythology of strange and complex stories. This creature - a tall, impossibly thin humanoid with no face in a jarringly dappe
Werewolf Genre Pet PeevesWerewolves have never had terribly consistent folklore. Even prior to the early days of film, werewolf myths varied wildly - good and evil, permanently and temporarily transformed, quadruped and bipedal (rarely), curable or incurable, etc, etc. Because the legends were so scatter-brained, the original The Wolf Man largely invented its own mythos. It was imitated repeatedly and became the "standard" of the genre. As the formula began to wear thin, others added new innovation to the myth - some ideas stuck and some didn't.Werewolf Genre Pet Peeves2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
With such a scattered range of ideas, it's only natural that fans of werewolves aren't going to like all of them and I'm no different. In fact, I downright can't stand some aspects commonly used in modern werewolf fiction. Maybe it doesn't make any sense, maybe it contradicts my artistic principles, or maybe I just don't like it. Whatever the reason, a few genre tropes that I don't like developed into pet peeves - and if you're a werewolf fanboy or fangir
What's Really ToughWe can split an atomWhat's Really Tough6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We can travel to other giant rocks
We can lose ten trillion dollars
We can kill a million people with one well-placed bomb
We can knock down towers with planes, killing thousands
We can fight a hundred wars
We can make fifty religions
We can sustain birth of sextuplet
We can deny science
We can blame science for ignorance
We can sell out arenas for fighting matches
That is all easy, what's really tough, what we can't seem to do, is get along.
Wish I CouldI wish I could give you my eyesWish I Could6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because without you I can't see through the tears
I wish I could give you my lips
Because without you I choke on every word
I wish I could give you my heart
Because without you it's all but broken
I wish I could give you my might
Because without you I feel so weak
I wish I could give you my mind
Because without you I'll lose it anyway
And I wish I could give you my soul
Because without you it's torn and blackened
Prose: LithiumLithium.Prose: Lithium3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh dear god Lithium.
I sighed deeply and looked at the orange pill bottle that was sitting in front of me. In my head, I could see the pharmacist's face when I handed her the prescription, the pity and the judgment.
I stared at the little pink pill that lay inside my palmthat horrible pink pill with the little brown writing. This small pill had such powerful affects. I didn't know what this was going to do to me. What if it kills me? What if it takes all my problems away? What if it doesn't do anything?
How is that this small pill, this element have such an impact?
It seemed so simple when I had to study it in science class. It is number 3 on the periodic table I still knew this from all that time ago.
However, this wasn't science class. This wasn't high school. This was life. This was my life. My poor, sad, depressed life. I couldn't get anything together, so what does my therapist do? Prescribe me Lithium. Zoloft didn't work; neither did Prozac, nothing wor
Wolf HuntWind buffed the strong creature's coat. His nose lifted to the sky, wiggling back and forth ever so slightly as he tested the breeze. Elk. He smelled elk for sure.Wolf Hunt4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rallying his pack mates with a quick howl, the leader conveyed his excitement. Now would be the time for a hunt, he would tell them if he could speak. Then they were off. Their narrow chests braved the snow with little problem, their tracks falling in to one another's. The snow was their element. And today, they would dine on elk, he just knew it!
The pack finally spotted the elk, and stopped to put their noses to good use again. Too strong, healthy bull, too far wait! There, her, she was perfect! One of the closer elk, pushing through snow to reach what little remained of the grass, completely oblivious to the danger she was now in. The wolves could smell her now; a middle aged female, but heavy with calf. Their mouths watered at the thought of such a delicacy. Tender meat, full of flavors they had only once have tried
The Experiment A throbbing pain. Agony.The Experiment4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her head ached, muddled and numb. Memories flickered to the what, where and why. She carefully opened her eyes to darkness and struggled to remember. Images, like still frames, haunted her.
The walk home. Unlocking her apartment. Dropping her keys.
The shadow in her living room.
The pain was easing, and her skin felt cool. Cold. She tried to touch herself, to raise her hand.but there was resistance.
She was bound at the wrists, arms tied behind the back of a wooden chair.
She wasn't naked. The cotton of her brassier, and the protection of matching underwear covered her shame. She squirmed, discovering that her legs were also secured to the chair. She struggled, fighting the velvety ropes that kept her immobile. The chair was secured to the floor. The bindings were tight.
She was completely helpless.
Her breath came fast, heart racing the fear o
Survival -wolf tf-SurvivalSurvival -wolf tf-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The beginning... It's so hard to think, so hard to recall what life was like before... but, I must remember. I must always remember.
It was Tuesday morning, 7 AM. Way earlier than any normal teenager on summer break would be up at. But, my parents being my parents, insisted that we get on the road early so we could get the four hour drive from Banff to Jasper National Park out of the way. We'd been on the road a few days, staying over night in camp grounds and cheap motels when it rained, so I was completely stoked on arriving at our destination and having a few days of downtime in the woods.
The drive was a blur of blasting punk rock on my ipod while staring out the window and trying to sleep to the rumbling of our ancient ford explorer. Either way, the thick green forest that blurred by was strangely beautiful. It's not like it was anything new though. Living in western Canada, I'd kinda gotten to know the forest quite well, but something about this section of highway
Dark DesireHe touched me and I died. My heart shattered, exhaling through my mouth like black dust.Dark Desire3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For I knew that it was wrong. For I knew that once I submitted to his scorching touch I'd be addicted. I'd be addicted in a way that I craved nicotine deep in my lungs, the way I craved the deep, enchanting lure of liquid poison.
I'd be addicted in a way I so deeply knew was wrong, yet couldn't stop.
And the moment my body trembled like a ground breaking earthquake I knew I'd lost.
His arms, marred by white lines and blank ink, held me tightly in a force that broke yet saved me.
"Submit to me," his voice haunted me, sending a spark of unwanted dark desire down my spine "Submit, give into it. Give into the dark. Give into me"
I struggled to fight against the darkness within me. I felt my body beginning to fight itself, but I was unsure of which side was winning. My eyes rolled back into my head, my body shook spastically; sweat rolling down my face the way rain drops roll down car win
Fox's Spirit Chapter 1Chapter 1Fox's Spirit Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My whole world collapsed around me in the blink of an eye. The sight of blood had never bothered me before. I was used to seeing and tasting it while hunting. But I had never seen so much of it in one place. It was everywhere, engulfing my senses so at first it was all I could see. Then I saw the bodies; no, remains. The forest floor was littered with what was left of my family and friends.
Then I heard the screams. Men in shiny metal armor were still tearing apart the last member of my clam. It was my father, Drake. He often took on the form of his spirit animal, the cape buffalo, but I had never seen him in his were-form. He was enormous, towering over the men and their horses. He reared up and slammed hooves the size of tree trunks into the ground, crushing the men in front of him. He then lowered his head and suddenly threw it up, throwing men and horses with his massi
Escape From Slavery"Welcome to the Gordanian Salt mines, your new home." a young alian guard chuckled loudly as he pushed Robin out of the space ship and into the unfamiliar suroundings.Escape From Slavery8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been a long night, and here on this strange dark planet the night never seemed to end.
Robin walked unsteadily off the ships ramp, his eyes ajusting to the dim light and rank oders that smelt something like burning flesh and boiling tar.
Where am I? Robin wondered as he moved stiffly looking around at the many jeering face of the reptilian alians.
The last thing he could recall was that he had recieved a distress signal from the jump city docks and had gone off by himself to handle it.
Relizing only to late that this was a trap.
The next thing he knew he was surrounded and being beat up by the savage Gordanian slave traders.
All Robin could remember before the blackness was grabbing his communicator and pushing the distress signal to alert his friends that he was in danger.
After that he was knocked out by big hea
The WriterThe WriterThe Writer6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have a name, but Im dont want to tell you it. Actually, I dont need to tell you it, because even if you knew it, youd never find me.
Because there are probably more than a thousand of me-at least, people with the same name-around where I live, maybe millions worldwide.
Thus I live in this world, longing for individuality, but being individual makes you weird.
So Im not telling you my name because its really not that important.
This world I live in is strange. Everyone judges.
I live in a world where youre fat if you wear size six jeans, because the -cough- acceptable size is like -3.
I live in a world where music is cuss words and bad influences.
I live in a world where you can fail all through school but still make more money than those who tried.
In fact, I live in a world revolving around money.
I live in a world where beauty gets you farther than talent, skill, and hard work.
I live in a world conditione
Mates for LifeMates for Life6 years ago in General More Like This
Mates for Life
I will be there for you. Always.
I left you flowers from the grove, like I always do. Will you pick them up like last time? Will you see me? These and many other questions flood my mind as fear and excitement rush through my head. So much has happened to me in the past few months but I havent forgotten about you.
Ah, these fleas. Scratching my ear with my handor is it paw?makes it go away a little. It wasnt always this way. If I tried really hard to remember, the memories of this life could pull aside like red curtains and the movie of what came before would reel before my golden eyes. Remembering these things is so hard now. Theres never any time for reminiscing on past times; rather, the constant need to run, hunt, feed, mate, play, and other basic needs haunt my mind.
But no, I tell myself. No, things werent always this way. I wasnt always hungry, always running through the woods. No, these needs n
Holier Than Who?I have met, in my opinion, way too many people who refuse to accept new ideas into their life and belief system. Too many people, also, who think critically about any part of their life outside of the material few things that through which they can achieve social acceptance, be it money, status, fame, etc.Holier Than Who?6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I know too many religious people who tell me that I don't know what I am talking about. A few, even, who tell me I am a blasphemer for not accepting their Lord, Jesus the Christ, as my Lord. I don't even personally believe the bro ever existed. Can they not respect my standpoint in these issues? I have never gone to anyone of a different faith and told them, in person, that they are damned for believing what they do. Yet, I have people who look down on me for believing that the cosmos and everything in it are one, and in that, our overall being is the true creator and creation.
They believe in miracles and a man who died for our sins, and a man in the clouds, so to speak, who sees ev
Another Vampire StoryGirl meets boy.Another Vampire Story6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Boy is vampire.
Boy bites girl.
Girl and boy live happily ever after.
Werewolf Genre Guilty Pleasures"There's a place for everything,Werewolf Genre Guilty Pleasures2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
There's a place for everything
Where it ought to be"
If you've read my earlier essay (http://fav.me/d5t6ss7), you know that there are tropes and aspects of the werewolf genre that really bother me. Some of them I feel are completely broken or reflective of a creative culture that I feel is outright broken (Hollywood's depiction of women being the big one). Yet there are some things in the genre that I know are clichéd and kind of stupid, but I like them anyway. I know that it's not what the refined werewolf snob should be doing, yet I put it in my own work.
Odds are that some of your own favorite - and least favorite - werewolf genre stuff will be in here. That's okay. This isn't an essay to bash what I think is wrong. It's a monument to suspension of disbelief. Ultimately, werewolves can be whatever you want, provided that you can get your audience to buy into it.
In no particular order, of my five guilty p
The Vampire King Part oneAnguish resonated through my being as I watched her life slowly pass from her eyes. The pain was beyond that which I could perceive and so I felt no more in that moment. I lifted my eyes to the gallant hero who stood with sword in hand and halo overhead. His face placid and cold like the body of the maiden who would never again smile, never again laugh. A spike of emotion ripped the shield of my heart and surprised me with its force. Tears came without warning, despair, sorrow and rage waged a war within my soul for dominance. All the coldness in my heart had melted away in her arms and now I would have to know that coldness again... forever.The Vampire King Part one5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Then her words echoed through my mind like a cry in the deepest of catacombs. "I swore that I would not leave you alone...and yet, they would make a liar of me..." She had said this with her last breath. In that moment of pure hate and rage, I found myself clutching her to me rather than lashing out at the cause of this tragedy. Even as her body b