22-word Fiction Extravaganza22-word Fiction Extravaganza11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a knock at the door - it was her date.
"Dear God, you're fat," he said.
It went downhill from there.
A rhino followed me home from school today. My parents wouldn't let me keep him. They said the octopus would get jealous.
Sometimes, at night, I look up at the beauty of the universe and wonder why anyone actually cares. Then I watch TV.
John had a drinking problem.
"Stop drinking," his wife said.
"Hey, that just might work!"
He stopped the next day. Problem solved.
Ed's baby was no fun. It always cried. He tried putting it back where he found it, but his wife got mad.
"Best-seller"God is the main character in the all-time western best-seller "the Bible"."Best-seller"5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can find the revised version in your local store... even now.
How to play... A ToreadorThe Toreador are always the "first" idea I had about Vampires : Seducing, expressive and passionate kindred.How to play... A Toreador1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
Anne Rice's vampires are, somehow, ALL Toreador. Twilight's too.
So yeah, but there's more to it than just "art".
A friend, Christopher Turco, shared this with the VTM community :
On the subject of Toreador:
A lot of people really don’t get this clan. They think of them just artsy fartsy, high falutin’ types with no real depth or potential as vampires – let alone characters. They envision some comic parody of Andy Warhol at best or a mannequin of poor RP at worst.
I’ve run Toreador as my favorite bloodline since ’94. I can tell you that they have the potential to be one of the creepiest clans, but it’s in how you read between the lines. Namely, the obsession with beauty. A lot of players think they just stand around looking at pictures. The entrancement can be more sinister than that.
Imagine bringing a neonate to Elysium and
The Burgundy NotebookThe Burgundy NotebookThe Burgundy Notebook8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By Nellie Melton
The sun dawned on a grey, overcast October day, just like it always had. Instead of songbirds singing cheerily, as one may expect on mornings, one may have heard the lovely sound of traffic, or perhaps crows or other such scavenging animals going through trash cans. Songbirds were a very rare thing to find in such a city. If one were to fly over it, they would be inclined to quickly turn around and fly back from whence they came. It wasnt exactly the prettiest of cities, being as grey and dull as it was, but it was certainly a place for the inhabitants to call home, nonetheless.
Cail awoke at the same time as always, and went about his morning routine. He took a shower, got dressed, combed his hair, ate his breakfast, and gathered all of his things for school; all with a well-practiced efficiency that came from years of doing the exact same thing. After brushing his teeth, he was out the door of the small apartment building, and
A Letter to MegatronA Letter to Megatron5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
First off, Id like to express how astonishing your leadership for the Decepticons was er is. Youre control has brought such prosperity over Cybertron and all who inhabit it. You lead us to a victo- brilliant fight over the Autobot scum, my liege. With this in mind, I, Starscream, consider that you treat yourself to a nice long vacation where you can recharge. The Black Hole cruise line pamphlet is attached.
The Three NotesApplebloom looked down at the most imposing tome that she had ever seen. It sat on the impromptu table formed by the desks of Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, and herself, dominating the surface entirely. "Changes In Equestrian Society In The First Hundred Years After Nightmare Moon's Banishment," the earth pony said, quoting the title to nopony in particular. Her voice didn't carry far in the din of the class; the room was filled with the sound of students familiarizing themselves with their own books, as well as the more sizable noise of students ignoring the schoolwork entirely. Applebloom glanced around the room, and noted that the other groups appeared to be having a lot more fun than hers.The Three Notes4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sweetie Belle still seemed shell-shocked at the sheer size of their assignment. Her eyes wide with disbelief, she complained, "I really wish that we had been able to choose our book. I think we got the worst Equestrian History assignment in the history of Equestrian History. How are we going to do a r
Pony POV Series Butterflies Pt 13 Silver SpoonPony POV Series Butterflies Pt 13 Silver Spoon3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I've always been a follower not a leader. I would always just follow along, doing what I was told. Mom said find a nice stallion to be the trophy wife of before your beauty faded. Dad said be a prim and proper lady. Don't be friends with the hired help mom says. Just pretend to agree when Mr. Rich/Tiara talks about how only Earth Ponies earn what they have dad says.
Diamond Tiara said laugh at the fillies who didn't have cutie marks. I just did what I was told. It was a simple and easy way to live.
I never thought about how big my bed felt, until I suddenly didn't have anypony to sleep over with. I never thought about how shallow my dreams were, until they were all I had.
I never thought about how big my house was before, or how empty.
I never thought about any of it, until it all came crashing down. Strange how that works out, isn't it?
School field trip to Canterlot Gardens. Blank flanks arguing in front of ugly statue. Moving on. Back in Ponyville. Special hoofshake with Diamond Tia
Meeting with a TzimisceFrom: Beautyqueen@center.vtmMeeting with a Tzimisce7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Subject: You owe me.
Ill say it again. You owe me. Big time.
I did what you said. I went at our tzimisce friend and did business, convinced her to fight for us, but after I talked to her I dont know if I want to fight any more.
Her house is on the outskirts of the city, I drove about one hour and when I got there I instantly wanted to get back to the city. The house was huge from what I could see on the outside, I knocked and I found myself in front of a young woman, no more than 21, with dark blonde hair, only problem was that her face was partially shrouded in darkness. Thing is, I thought she would have abused her viccidude, or whatever these relics call their discipline; you know, I though I would see her face disfigured or at least her limbs contorted, but she seemed all right. She invites me in the den, this room that has book cases on all walls that stretch from top to bottom and a nice looking antique desk in the
Fear ImmortalityFear Immortality11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thousands of years ago
men dreamed a dream
they longed for immortality
how impossible it seemed
they often wondered
what the future would bring
more than anything
but times have changed
innocence has died
pain floods through veins
watch the world hide
stare at the stars
as they fade away
no one wishes for immortality
at least not today
wishing for death
our only friend
is the knife
we long for the things
that can set us free
release us from pain
and torture we see
the things we wish for
are far out of reach
we could never live up to
the lessons life teach
instead we'll settle
for second best
a heart so scarred
will soon be at rest
immortality would hurt
so many today
everything we loved
would all fade away
watching it go
we wave goodbye
lonely and breaking
wishing to die
Bifocles and ContaculonThe Tale of Bifocles and ContaculonBifocles and Contaculon8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By Nellie Melton
Binoculus, the god of glass, was a lonely god. Being the god of glass, he was fragile in all ways, both physically and emotionally. Since his feelings were often hurt, he was not very well liked, and was visited only by the god of depression and upset, Angstes. One day, when Angstes was supposed to show up to play cards with him, he was nowhere to be found. The truth was, Angstes had become caught up in a web of teenage drama emitting from a high school somewhere, and could not make it to Binoculus's home.
This made Binoculus very upset, as he knew very well how lonely he was, and he wished dearly that he would one day be able to have a son to keep him company. Magenera, the goddess of giving, heard this, and swooped down to see him. She ended up bearing him a son, who was named Bifocles, the glasses god. Magenera was delighted with this new invention the boy could create, and in her usual giving way, she flew down to Earth an
"The Fleshwarper" Ep:1Episode 1: The Doctor is In"The Fleshwarper" Ep:17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
So, let's see what the damage is, burned yourself in magic class again Lisa?
A young elven girl sat on the examination table in a modern looking hospital room as the little gnomish doctor pulled up a stool so as to reach her upper body to look over the burns on her body. They weren't serious but her hair was quite frazzled and her school uniform shirt was ruined.
Yeah...I just can't seem to get it right, Lisa said dejectedly as the doctor helped take off her shirt, taking care not to touch the injuries.
Oh magic can be a fickle thing. I try not to rely on it myself too much. Sometimes I'm afraid it's making your generation lazy, the doctor said she pushed one of her crimson red pigtails out of the way to look over burns better.
Are they going to leave a scare Dr. Morah? Lisa asked afraid.
Not under my care, don't you worry. These alchemicals should help heal it
Jake's Bad DayJakes Bad DayJake's Bad Day7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Jakes sheets flew into the air as he flung them off his bed. He frantically searched under his
bed. FUCK!!! Jake yelled as he continued to tear apart his room. His door being kicked down and
slamming into the floor abruptly interrupted him.
Hiya, Jake! Whatcha doing? Jack asked cheerily
Im looking for my rare piece of candy! I cant believe I lost it! yelled Jake as he
overturned his desk.
Oh yeah, THAT said Jack
Suddenly, a shocked look of realization appeared on Jakes face. He turned and glared at
Jack and scowled You ATE it didnt you? Jack was too busy chewing on Jakes un-hinged
door to respond, Do you have ANY idea how much that was worth? Jake hissed
It tasted like about . 1462300000NR Jack mumbled as he finished off the corner
of Jakes door.
I have this strong urge to tear your guts out
The Only WayThe Only Way6 years ago in Horror More Like This
The preacher begins his eulogy and I already feel my cheeks wet with tears.
He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to have his life ended. Especially not at this age. Eight-teen. It hurts me to think about how much he's never done. Why? Why did this happen?
He wouldn't want me here, in such pain. It feels horrible and everyone keeps coming up to me reminding me that he is gone. Saying that you are sorry doesn't help anyone. He's gone and he can't come back.
More tears fall onto my cheeks.
Why did it have to be him? Out of everyone who went to that stupid party why did he have to be the one who would never come back? Why wasn't it me instead? I was in the car too. Why am I still here? It feels like everyone is staring at me.
I don't think I can take this anymore. I suddenly start to run, though I'm not sure where I'm going.
When I am half-way there I realize where I've been running to, the meadow. Our meadow. I didn't even have to think about it, I know the way so well.
Vicissitude~ Chapter 3: MartyrdomPeople say I'm aggressive to the point sadism. This... this isn't exactly true. I'm violent when violence works, im passive when direct conflict isn't the best choice, so when I approached the door of tyreseus's shop to confront my the assassins, my state of mind wasn't to kill or maim or even attack, it was peaceful, let them do with me what they want until the moment where violence will have the greatest effect.Vicissitude~ Chapter 3: Martyrdom2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My hand reached for the iron handle, the smooth metal was a nice, if brief change, from the particularly sharp pieces of metal I was generally confronted with. I pulled the door back as I would for any guest, my face however told a different story. These men and women were not guests they were obstacles worthy of nothing but a swift and clean death. However for my own sake I could not give them that present just yet.
The door had just finished it's semicircle journey, when the first needle hit me. The pain hadnt even registered by the time the second and third found a h
Story dump~~~~~Jakes stupid fucking dustbuster~~~~~Story dump7 years ago in Humor More Like This
The door opened. As if thats really special. Doors do that. Anyway, in came Jake from a
day of mayhem. He had just finished accidentally destroying most of the schools plumbing. The
local plumber was infuriated to be forced to leave from his vacation for this problem.
Jake immediately grabbed his auto return device and jumped into his Random Gate(tm) and
popped out right next to it. Odd... he said and jumped in again. He found himself on a mountain...
actually, IN one, and right in front of him was a tiger. The first thing to run through his mind was:
why was there a tiger in a mountain? The next thought was that his auto return device felt strangely
like his dust buster. Finally, he ran. He suddenly remembered his previous adventure. He jumped
and turned around and whipped out his dust buster.
Jake slowly climbed down the mountain, bleeding quite a bit mumbling some random stuff.
When he got home, he threw out his
Why Edward sucks as a vampireWhy Edward sucks as a vampire5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Poor Bram Stoker is probably rolling in his grave right now. With the creation of Twilight and its notorious gang of vegetarian sparkling vampires, he must so proud. Truly.
If you havent caught on to the sarcasm, let me point something out to you
EDWARD CULLEN IS A DISGRACE TO VAMPIRES.
Hes like some new age, hippie, emo wanna-be, vampire. Who is abusive to the girl he loves to boot.
See now the thing is I really REALLY REALLY wanted to like Edward. I mean I really did. He was a vampire. I love vampires. But really there was so much wrong with him (and by wrong I mean NOT wrong) that it was virtually impossible for me to do so.
1. He sparkled.
Im sorry but I really cant get over this. Even the first time I read the book (which I actually enjoyed) I was shock that any creature that needed blood to survive would sparkle. And why did he sparkle anyways? Was there any point to it? Did it serve some sort of predatory purpose that I was u
GermanI told Johann that German was a disgusting languageGerman9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
full of grunts and hairballs and
harsh hateful aryan marches
and anger and terror
and words that got caught in the back of your mouth
like old toosie rolls and crunchy peanut butter
And he spoke to me in German
of an intimate and romantic language
of patent engineers huddled over brilliant inventions
of piano tuners listening intently
tenderly coaxing strings little by little
of musicians that transcribed the beauty and simplicity of little stone chapels
he spoke German
like it was a mysteriously lovely poem
with fierce pride and protection in his voice
he spoke German
and his eyes softened with affection for his nation
he spoke German
and it was quiet