Emos and skaters don't mixWould you?Emos and skaters don't mix8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Would you hold me when I cried?
Would you show me love when I was sad?
Would you hold my hand when we walked?
Would you lend me your jacket when I was cold?
Would you love me like no one else would?
I don't think you will.
I don't think you'll love me.
I don't think you'll care for me the way I do.
I don't think you feel the way I do.
I don't think you cry at night because you want to know what it feels like to have me in your arms.
I don't think you'll ever want to know how our bodies might fit together.
How our hearts will mold together perfectly.
I don't think you know what it's like to watch the one you love with another person.
I don't think you can stand by the one you loved and help them with relationship problems.
I don't think you know what it feels like to want to be the one who makes you happy.
To be the girl who makes your eyes sparkle like that.
Would you see me like that?
Will you ever love me back?
I don't think you will.
I don't think you will know what I fee
Zombie Survival GuideZombie Survival GuideZombie Survival Guide8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Daniel H@#&- Demented One
A common staple in many B-movies, Zombies are often depicted as taking over the world. Having watched many of those movies I have decided to compile my own Zombie Survival Guide after reading the one at Kuro5hin.org. This guide will be posted in many places I know of so that if anyone comments I will be able to make a better one later. To date I have not read Max Brook's Zombie Survival Guide, though I intend to. As for the debate I've seen on the Fast Zombies vs. Slow Zombies, this guide is written with Slow Zombies in mind, for if they are really dead bodies they would have series body control issues, and under the assumption that the outbreak is a large one that would last several years at least.
Preparation: (what you did for Y2K)
If you are already preparing for a Zombie invasion, lets face it; you don't need this guide, and are probably a little crazy, like me. Preparing for a Zombie i
The ReaperThe ReaperThe Reaper7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Forget what you think you might have known.
Because those thoughts I cannot condone.
What I am and what I'm not.
Life and Death my every thought.
For those who live.
This is the gift I give.
Cut your strings and make you lifeless.
The look on your face will be quite timeless.
Just sit back and enjoy the ride.
For the world has yet to know that you've died.
Because, you see, the clocks of death have no numbers.
Where time goes one often wonders.
And now it seems I must be on my way.
For yet again it is time to slay.
But young child do not fret and fight.
For death has come upon you quickly this night.
The Dragons of Serenia: Chap.2Chapter 2: A World of DragonsThe Dragons of Serenia: Chap.25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Geoffrey was being pulled through a vortex of dark energy. The walls surrounding him were all purple and when he look towards the path that he was traveling towards he only saw darkness awaiting him. Geoffrey had no choice but to let the current of darkness drag him to where he was going and eventually he drifted off into a deep sleep.
After he slept for a few hours Geoffrey began to awake but he found himself in a completely different environment. There were trees all around completely covered with green leaves. Flowers and other plants also covered the area to make it even more beautiful. It was a lot to take in for Geoffrey since he had lived his whole life living in a desolate wasteland of a world thanks to the rule of Nevareth.
"This is all too strange" said Geoffrey to himself. "I might as well take a look around to see if I can find a civilization of some kind."
Geoffrey continued through the forest without any sense of where he was going since the
A Change in FateA Change in FateA Change in Fate5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A young boy wanders through an unexplored forest. He's about eight years old, with brown hair, blue eyes, and slightly ripped clothes. He stumbled through the forest limping on his right leg. His body was torn to shreds; many injuries were clearly visible across his entire body. He kept pushing himself to his limits, wandering deeper and deeper into the dark forest which enveloped the night, until finally he came across a creature lying down in the ground, surrounded by trees. The boy limped forward to take a closer look at the creature but as he stood over body of the creature he saw the true horror that lay before him. The creature was a dragon hatchling, dead; its green scales glowed crimson in the moonlight from its wounds. Arrows protruded out of its body from spine to tail. The boy's eyes became blurry, his conscious mind fading from reality. The boy fell unconscious where he stood and fell onto the grass next to the dead hatchling, his hand falling on top of its
.:Dead Boy's Poem:.The girl walked up the stone steps with confidence, holding her already dusty, frayed skirt up to prevent it from being ruined any further. Her eyes fell on the tall metal posts that blocked civilians from entering the overly-fancy building. A chain was wrapped around the fence, a heavy lock holding the metal in place. She looked around, scanning the leaf covered stones. There had to be a key somewhere..:Dead Boy's Poem:.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Finally, she pulled a small pin out of her hair, jamming the bent end into the keyhole. There was a soft click and the lock fell aside. She unravelled the chains, letting them fall to the ground with a soft jingle. She struggled to pull the heavy gates aside. She paused when the metal scraped against stone, causing all the nearby birds to fly away in fright.
She sighed, giving one final tug. There was enough of an opening for her to squeeze through. She tried to push her way through the small opening, one of the broken metal bars, catching the hem of her skirt, ripping the silky materia
Until I'm DeadMy hands are tied, my mouth is tapedUntil I'm Dead7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart is void, my body raped
My veins are slit, my mouth, it gapes
Im stranded here with no escape
My life has passed, my death is near
My hope is gone, replaced by fear
I cannot shed another tear
My love is lost, my hate is here
My head is numb, my eyes are red
My face is streaked from tears Ive shed
Youll drain the blood I havent bled
Im trusting you until Im dead
And When Had She Begun to Cry?Rolling over in bed, Zi pulled the blankets up closer to her chin as she groggily opened her eyes. Jehan was sleeping beside her (well of course, this was his bed) with his face buried in the pillow and back completely exposed to the slight chill caused by the fan. Though it was entirely his fault if he got cold; Jehan barely ever wore clothes to bed and on top of that he had kicked off the blankets hours ago. Zi wasnt complaining though. She was nice and warm under the blankets even though she too wasnt wearing a thing.And When Had She Begun to Cry?5 years ago in General More Like This
She sat up some, glancing at the clock. The alarm would go off soon. Still, she could always go back to sleep once Jehan left for work. In fact, Zi often never woke up the same time Jehan did unless, just like this morning, they had shared a bed the night before, and even so on most nights, Jehan barely slept at all. This probably explained why, exactly, the priest was completely knocked out. Zi giggled quietly to herself. Apparently, sex (or at leas
Darksiders - An Angel's DownfallShe swung her rapier-thin blade, fast as a lightning bolt, cracking down onto her opponent's broad sword. The thunder of the clashing metal rang out across the wasteland, echoing around the long-ruined buildings left by the humans. She grunted with the effort as her foe suddenly swung at her with his fist, a wyrdmetal gauntlet that punched into her stomach, robbing her of breath even as she fell to the floor. He brought his blade up overhead, swinging it down at her, completely silent. She rolled to her left, pulling herself up and lifting herself into the sky on her white wings, turning to face him.Darksiders - An Angel's Downfall4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"You will die, Horseman. The Nex Sacrementum demands it."
She hung there, watching him, his head bowed and shoulders lowered. Then they began to quiver. 'Impossible...is the Horseman afraid?' she thought to herself. Then she realised what he was doing as the sound reached her high up in the air. He was laughing. "Do you think you can kill me, Uriel? Twice you have tried, and twice you have
The Dragons of Serenia: Chap.4Chapter 4: The Powers of a Mystic KnightThe Dragons of Serenia: Chap.45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Black Shadow militia leader slowly stood up from the attack that Geoffrey unleashed on him and his soldiers.
"Who the heck are you!?" bellowed the now angry militia leader towards Geoffrey.
"A mystic knight" replied Geoffrey.
"A mystic knight?" whispered Wispy to herself.
"A likely story, but your just like any other human in this world WEAK!" exclaimed the militia leader as his soldiers began to stand up again. "You will die just like every other one!" As the militia leader said this, he began to gather dark energy in his left claw and then sent it directly flying at Geoffrey in a burst of purple colored lighting. Geoffrey charged toward the attack at full speed and as the attack approached him he put his left hand in front of him, summoning a magical barrier as well. The lighting was absorbed by the barrier and Geoffrey was still able to keep up his momentum towards the militia leader.
As Geoffrey neared the militia leader,
The Dragons of Serenia: Chap.1The Dragons of SereniaThe Dragons of Serenia: Chap.15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 1: The Black Scaled Tyrant
It is night time upon a battle stricken land. The sky still laid blood red from the many lives that were taken there. The moon and stars have disappeared completely, only dark clouds created from the ashes of the deceased float amongst the sky. A dark castle, covered with statues of demons and war machines, lay in the center of the chaotic land that had been built on the bones of soldiers. Four towers rise high in the air behind its protective walls, each holding a purple flame at its peak. Only two ogres, violent and stupid as they are, remained outside the dark castle's walls to defend against intruders. The ogres were a few inches taller than a human, their faces were fat and bulky like their bellies and their ears were very large and pointy. The armor they wore was very simple usually just covering their head and belly and they each carried a club. They gobbled with each other about not having anything to eat and
The Dragons of Serenia: Chap.3Chapter 3: A Little Change of HeartThe Dragons of Serenia: Chap.35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Geoffrey was thrown into a cell in the dark castle dungeon by the guards that led him there. The walls were made out of stone and were carved to make it seem like a cavernous cave. The bars of the cells were made out of steel and were made so that no creature could escape. Bones and other small objects littered the floors of the dungeon. No bed or chair was given to the cells for comfort, just four walls and a floor.
"Heh, not so tough without your sword huh?" taunted one of the dragon guards. Geoffrey only picked himself off of the floor and sat down on it while staring at the East wall in his cell.
"Not talking eh? Well I don't blame you, seeing that you got defeated by only one attack. Ha ha ha!" laughed the other dragon guard. Geoffrey remained silent despite the guard's taunts. The head of the dragon guard's came into the cell hall.
"Humph, leave him, he's not going to be talking for a long time especially after I'm through with him"
+Russian-Roulette++Russian-Roulette+9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She used to play Russian Roulette with her boyfriend and his fathers revolver. He always asked 'do you trust me not to put a bullet in?' to which she always replied, 'yes' with her fingers crossed. He'd bring the gun up to her forehead and squeeze the trigger; she always flinched. When it was her turn, her fingers always shook while she pushed the cold hard metal into his temple, her hands always a little clammy, timidly cocking it back, and pulling the trigger. He never looked afraid. After playing she would collapse into him, while he soothed her with his pretty words and strong arms. They made love while the gun lay on the floor, still, untouched, so cold. She laid still in his arms, feeling his heartbeat against her back, softly against her skin, his sleepy breath in time perfectly. She wiped away her dried salty tears and crept out of his embrace, slowly dragging on clothes, like armor, her protection against the world. He felt her leave, a small fragile butterfly fluttering from
The Red Balloon.The Red Balloon.5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Red Balloon.
It just goes round and round, the circle of life. It doesn't rest, and no obstacle is able to completely stop it. That continuous rush of the world, where we are just living life in a hurry, without stopping to take a breath or enjoy the sight.
Somewhere in the middle of this madness, there was a boy standing. No matter how fast everything went by, he kept standing completely still. His tiny little hand was holding a piece of string and his eyes were fixed on the red balloon attached at the end of it, desperately struggling to escape into the endless sky.
I never got to know who he was, or what his purpose was, but without exceptions, the little boy stood there every day, with a face so calm, concentrated and serious, as if the entire world depended on him and that red balloon. And he was there, just waiting for something unexplainable. For something different. And the red balloon was always there to keep him company, speechless and silent.
It was one
Numera Sex et OccideAdults can never beat a child at a childs game.Numera Sex et Occide6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Children play with rules sometimes so complex that only the hyper-active mind of a child can wrap around them and recall them all fast enough. Adults, however, play with chance, laying down simple rules with high stakes so that the only concept they must keep in mind is exactly how far they want to push their luck. The complex and often insane rules of a childs game can drive an adult to slip up, but the high stakes of an adults game can intimidate a child to slip up just as badly from nerves.
Besides, who ever said Luck was on the side of something as weak and insignificant as a child?
Arriving at the church just a couple minutes after school had let out, Jehan shifted the bag on his shoulders as he stepped quietly inside the vestibule area. Father Tiefer was presently holding the afternoon mass. Jehan smiled slightly as he walked through one of the side hallways through the inside of the church that was only used by th
The Swords, The ShieldsMila, Lady-Scribe of Brivhamen under Her Serenity Queen Lorelei, the Lioness under Heaven, writes to her King Arug, Master of the Sword, Noble Lord of Brivhamen, the Lion under Heaven, on the Thirtieth Day of Terras, in the Seventh Year of her King's reign.The Swords, The Shields5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is an inconvenient time for My King Arug to be away assisting our allies in Denua. His cause is just and his sword is swift, but his Lady's servant bears a warning. In recent days we here in the capital have received refugees from the hill tribes in west. An unknown power is moving there, burning villages. It gives no name and no quarter- most of the refugees have been women and their children.
Very few men have escaped.
My Queen greeted them formally and sent word to the outlying areas of Brivhamen to be vigilant. A young chieftain described the taking and burning of her village by night: Arrows, spears, swords, maces- all manners of weapons held by all
Spyro's lost family CH 4Spyro's motherSpyro's lost family CH 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Spyro then went to the lake and what he made his eyes widen.
In the lake stood a white dragoness with yellow eyes and the same kind of wings and crests down her back.
"Is that her?" he asked and gulped.
"I think it is" said Sparx and then gave his step brother a push in the side. "Now go over and talk with her"
Spyro nodded and then slowly and nervously walked towards the white dragoness.
The dragoness heard someone and then turned around to see a nervous young Purple dragon and she smiled brightly when she saw him.
"Um . Are you Singe?" asked Spyro nervously and the white dragoness giggled.
"Yes I am Singe and who might you be then?" asked Singe.
"Um I am Spyro"
"I already know that I am glad to finally see you my son" she said and smiled while she looked calmly at him with her yellow eyes.
Spyro looked shocked at her.
"H-How did you know?" he asked surprised.
"Look into the lake we look alike" she said with a smile and Spyro the
The Mystery of a PoemThe mystery of a poem.The Mystery of a Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've always wondered what makes a poem different. Is it nothing more then someone hitting the ENTER button more often than usual?
Logic says yes, but emotions say otherwise.
This is free verse. This is freedom.
It's all relative. It affects each being differently.
Each time I hit that key, each time I give myself a new line, I create freedom.
No. Freedom cannot be created, only given.
I give freedom to my thoughts, my emotions. This paper is one of many outlets.
My thoughts, my emotions are trapped within my mind.
So are the thoughts of many others.
And this is where they are free. This is where the world can take note.
But does it? No. The world, more often than not, chooses to shun it. Only to take note of it if it appeals to the collective subconscious of the human race.
Those who choose to share their thoughts with the world may not always be able to enjoy the pleasures of the popular culture.
Poets are different. Writers are different. Artists are different.
Your Beautiful ScreamsI shall sit upon my wooden stoolYour Beautiful Screams6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And stitch together my fragile seams
The threads are tattered so cruel
From long forgotten nursery rhyme dreams
Slide the needle into the flesh
Let the crimson jewels flow
Both of our rubies mesh
After the initial beautiful blow
Glass slides down my cheeks
Skillfully mending the wounded
For grotesque is when my heart peaks
My cell completely flooded
My strings hang listlessly now
Clinching my wrists 'til they bleed
Forced to cut them when you broke your vow
You should have payed heed
Why, it's a simple excuse
To a complex crime
What you sought to seduce
Sought to end your time
For a doll cannot take every blow you make
Just to entertain your mind
It may be painted up, but for heaven's sake
I'm not completely blind
Daintily I will sit
As you've taught me to
Contemplating the aesthetic slit
That I cut through you
You cannot play with something
Who's heart can still beat
Even tied upon a string
I'll always plan deceit
The special toy that never bore
Halo Reach: Death of EmileHalo ReachHalo Reach: Death of Emile4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Death of Emile
I watched as the last remaining Brute Chieftain drop to the rain-soaked pavement with various bullet wounds embedded into it's flesh.
Even with the last of the Covenant forces on the landing pad were killed, but my senses were still telling me that there are bound to be more of them.
And my instincts were telling me soon... very soon that they'll come.
I release the clip of my M392 DMR and refreshed it with a new one, readying myself if the Covenant bound themselves to show up.
I could feel the landing pad vibrate as Emile fired the Mass Driver into the oncoming Banshees, blowing them out of Her sky.
One by one...
As my gaze drifted towards the oncoming Pelican, the Pelican that's holding the UNSC's most highly skilled strategist and inspirational leader among the their Navy;
Captain Jacob Keyes.
As the Pelican landed on the landing pad and opened the back hatch, I could see three Marines and the Captain himself.
I placed the M392 DMR onto the back of my MJOLN
Decisions of RoguePrologueDecisions of Rogue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There had once been a time that man had universally decided upon the rule, "Be quiet in the library." It happened long ago and the rule still stands to this day. Or, so it should.
"I heard we might be getting a new transfer student," a hushed, excited whisper echoed through the large room.
The room was filled with wooden bookcases, fully stacked on every shelf, along with a few reading nooks and tables, lined with multiple chairs. The elegant tables were meant for those who wished to study or do their homework in the library, a thing many students took advantage of. To top off the look, a beautiful, golden chandelier hung off the ceiling in the middle of the room.
"Really..? When? How do you know that?"
I scowled at the noise, looking up from my book. I was sitting on one of the rather comfortable reading chairs in the farthest corner to maintain my privacy. However, it became quite difficult to concentrate with meaningless conversations tainting the silence.
"I think s
Poem Noble, ReachNoble, ReachPoem Noble, Reach4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
unknown by secrecy,
Ready and under high demand.
Six soldiers prepared
And deployed on command.
Now fought on desperate ground
Fear can now be seen.
We cannot back down,
Tis' what it seems,
No solutions found
But one,Noble team.
NO more options
We will have to cope.
With only one solution
These six soldiers, Spartans
Are our last hopes.
One by one they fall
Jorge, Kat, Carter, and Emile.
One by one defeat called.
This fight lost,
This thought, all can feel.
One left to lose,
But not all forgotten.
Now the package delivered
Nothing but surviving
Is the concluding option.
Fought and fought did he,
With no sight of cover,
Firing in all directions so desperately,
This fight is carried on,
But for him, it is all over
These brave minds...
These brave souls....
These humble soldiers,
Named justly, the nobles.
Through their battles waged
We turn the next page
as they are remembered as saviors
So on shall their story be remembered,
On shall their story teach,
Of the the days when S
Halo Reach: Death of CarterHalo ReachHalo Reach: Death of Carter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Death of Carter
Both me and Emile ran as fast as we could go.
After managing to dodge two Covenant Scarabs and taking out yet another squadron of Covenant forces of Grunts, Jackals, Brutes, and a Wraith tank...
We just cannot stop.
Because there is one reason - we are very close to our destination.
But to me, it feels like that we going to utterly fail the mission...
Ever since leaving Carter on the almost-destroyed Pelican that we used to be on, my heart was telling me that I should have refused his word and helped him.
But since he's the Commander and Noble Team's Leader, I cannot disobey his direct order, no matter how much I want to.
But from Dr. Halsey order herself, I am entrusted to deliver and safeguard the extremely most important package.
She had trusted me with a very smart A.I.
Which this A.I holds as much weight as Halsey herself... or even greater.
As we continued our run through the entrance of the cave, my comm emitted some static before Carter's voice ca