Canterbury BoratAlong on the trip,Canterbury Borat9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We meet a nit wit,
Who we come to know as Borat.
Dressed in his nice suit,
Your dog he will shoot,
So hold on to your bird and cat.
His government send,
Him here and they lend,
Him their camera for his shoot.
And so you must see,
Him on the T.V.
Or he will be-a execute.
As a reporter,
He tells tales shorter,
Of America for his land.
But if you a Jew,
He a crush-a you,
Very simply with his right hand.
Beware of this man,
He will steal your sister or mine.
And with no remorse,
He treat her like horse,
He knows it is a-sexy time.
Feather on The Wind- prologueTo say it was a nice day would definitely be an exaggeration. But the ash was sparse and the haze in the sky hinted at something, the faded memory of blue. Best of all, there was a tiny breeze out, playing with the occasional ash flurry, gently pushing it south, back towards the mountain that spewed it instead of settling in Tarislar like it usually did. From her vantage point Benzie could see some neighborhood kids making the best of the break in ash fall. Filter masks over their mouths, goggles covering their eyes, just like the ones she wore. They ran around the park below. Yelling and laughing. Kicking through white ash like snow.Feather on The Wind- prologue8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Grinning beneath her mask at a particularly high pitched squeal of laughter she stretched. Aware of each part of her body, it's relationship to every other part. Most importantly the relationship of her body to the foot and half of steel strapped to each thigh. Her lithe figure stepped down from the plasticrete ledge running around the roof top as she dre
Don't shave my assLlamas lynch ageing mule; ass shaved.Don't shave my ass5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
BirthingAnother day over, Lek said to himself as he flopped down on the dilapidated couch in his shack in District 9. He took a few minutes to gather his strength before getting back up off the stained couch and cracking open a can of beans. He sat at the table that occupied the corner of his shack and ate in silence, too sore to really enjoy the food.Birthing5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Outside, the usual sounds of the district continued unabated, thus when he first heard the sounds coming from the other room, he barely registered them, dismissing them as more racket from outside. Only when the faint buzzsaw-like wail of a sprawnling in distress brought him back to his senses did he start to pay closer attention. He took a deep breath and paused, the can almost empty, waiting for the sound to repeat itself. When it did, a moment later, along with a faint grunting sound, Lek realized it came from the other room.
On his feet in seconds, he lurched, stumbling and bracing himself on the wooden chair he had been sitting on, before a
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Buyo - The StoryBUYOBuyo - The Story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- A Sess/Kag story told from the shrine cat's perspective.-
(©2010 by M. Skirvin. All characters are owned by R. Takahashi.)
Around the courtyard grounds, sounds of distant traffic could be heard, intermingled with the songs of birds in nearby trees. The afternoon's bright sunlight spilled across the courtyard stones of Sunset Shrine and lanced in through the partially open doorway of the old Bone Eater's Well building.
Within the gloom-filled interior, sunlit dust motes sparkled and swirled lazily downward in cool silence. Beneath the translucent lance of light gaped the wood-framed mouth of the Well itself. Deep, ...dark, ...and dry.
On the wooden walkway in front of the ornate building lay Buyo, a portly calico cat, who stretched and turned so that both sides of his ample body got equal amounts of sun toasting. He lay with his large eyes half-lidded, watching the pigeons being rude again and pecking at the s
NormalNormal is conforming.Normal7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Normal is restricting.
Normal is chains binding us to the sway of society.
Normal is bland.
Normal is a bore.
Normal is a piece of gum that has been chewed far to long.
Normal is propaganda.
.normal is proper punctuatioN
Normal is that which inhibits flight of the heart, mind, and soul.
Drop. Burn. Repeat. Echo.There's a pitter-patterDrop. Burn. Repeat. Echo.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's rushing, a million falling things,
a chorus of sounds
repeating over and over,
A hiss, beans falling inside old wood
a sound of the old disappearing, rattling,
I can't help it.
Because of how much the fire sounds like the rain.
(They could both swallow everything).
DBGT: Broly: Final Clash 2DBGT: Broly: Final Clash 210 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
DBGT: Broly: Final Clash
By: Jodi Lynn Barrett
© 2004 Original Author of Dragon Ball Z/GT: Akira Toriyama
Vegeta appeared in the front office of the Capsule Corp. building. People around him stared at him in shock, but he simply ignored them. He stormed up several flights of stairs and into a hallway. He passed a few doors before entering one of them. He slammed the door behind him and stomped his way to the kitchen where he ran into his son, Trunks.
Trunks had matured in the many years since the dragons attacked. He was twenty-eight now, and looked exactly like the Trunks that had come from the future. He even wore a Capsule Corp. jacket over a black tank top with black pants.
He turned to face his father. His lavender hair swayed with the movement and his blue eyes lit up when he took in the image of his father. "Father! You're back early. How did things go in the tournament?" He asked cheerily.
"Terrible! Kakarot abandoned the fight!"
Spinebone.Spinebone.6 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
She left the window open tonight to shiver out the food she couldn't purge. Left herself available, vulnerable, laid her corpse out with her ribcage regalia on display-- all breathe in breathe out with the quickening pace of the heartbeats in her head-- for the walls, for the sky, for the gawkers and the pointers and the perverts to see, oh, to see how fat and disgusting and terrible she really, really was.
She pressed play.
"... you're wrong, you know."
"Yeah, I'm wrong, then. You say I'm wrong, so--"
"...it must be true."
Ghosted lips and scripted words. She'd listened to it enough times now to whisper the words by her failure of a heart.
Fast forward. Play.
"--nd it doesn't take a genius to figure out that nobody is good. Nobody. And anyone who thinks otherwise is a fucking fool."
"--who thinks otherwise is a fucking fool."
"-- is a fucking fool."
It was the truth and Riley knew it. Too well. Too, too well. So much s
La Casa del OdioLa Casa del Odio10 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
the house of hatred
this... that is There, the fourth house crossing the avenue of yesterday the damn full memories of licor, there these you, furious passed me before, giving the spectacle at night even with my yellow disease - That you really look for of this writer? a defeated lover or a consolation to your madnesses. The deceit was perfect and your fictitious pregnancy, you were yourself with me and I went to the forgetfulness
It was left there in the second floor of the house of the laughter and the weeping, ay! That pain brings forth of my entrails something within my stomach this laying the way to me to the stranger, voraciously unemployment not to read this that takes me across ways to the secret, while this happens your and I we fought the only war that is to be together in the house of hatred. That dawn I read the book prohibited by normal people and thousand secrets I shouted to the wind that refused to listen to the invocation of the pain and thus it was that it was born.
Ink StainThe poem is all too plain, but IInk Stain8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am intricately constructed,
Octopus armed and lazy fingered,
Some great mass growing greater,
More spineless with each
Inking. You ask, what is it called?
And what is the point of it anyway?
The oceanographer researches, responds,
States the purpose is immeasurable.
Two. Smoke screen, and
Three. Mass confusion.
But darling, I am nautilus, and
My tentacles are
God gave me eight limbs: two arms, two legs,
The rest, male, you can imagine,
Two labia (why all this counting?), and a clitoris,
An umbilical cord suspended, and in its place,
I grew a pen.
Its got no fancy name; its called an ink sac,
A weapon that I have no sense to
Claim nor comprehend. And to the numbers?
To the years since, to the fingers,
Diligent fingers that have entered, exited,
The Zanatorian's BackgroundThe Zanatorian's Background9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
-- In The Beginning --
The Zanatorians are an ancient machine cult that turned renegade several years after the Horus Heresy, there leader High Magos Zanatos of Mars was convinced that the Imperium would eventually reach its breaking point under the constant siege from its enemies and fall into chaos and drag humanity down with it.
To prepare for the inevitable Zanatos left with his followers and founded the Zanatorian Machine Cult, an organisation designed to protect humanity from the madness of the Imperium and when the end came save humanity from the bring of extinction and lead them into a new golden age.
Without the Imperiums restrictions Zanatorian machine cult were free to research into the most ancient and forbidden technology. One of which was robotics and AI, that would soon become the foundation of the machine cult.
A Millennia pasted and the Zanatorians had created a small empire in a system within the uncharted territories beyond Imperial space. A
CS Worlds Destroyed 8CS Worlds Destroyed 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Best I could tell, Mr. Jacob Meizel was going to collect his newspaper, prim and tidy at the end of his driveway. He took a long deep breath of the new morning air, enjoying his time as a free man, listening for the early morning calls of the American Robin. That's pretty much as far as he got. There were a few seconds of undecided standing about at the end of his driveway, turning to head back towards his house as I barreled into that man at full tilt. Swirling as something of a poltergeist, something of a regular spirit, I was too angry and wandering too close around blind rage to care. His slippers were left on the edge of the driveway as I punted his murdering self into the grass, following through as a full Colus spirit and pressing him heavy against the dirt with a delirious snarl. Even if he couldn't see me, I'm pretty sure I knocked his senses far past the end of this block, at least.
"YOU!" I snarled at him as the man writhed around
i'll come home.dear holly,i'll come home.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
the plane is rolling away and i can still see you waving. you are so beautiful, do you know that? your hair is fluttering at the temples and i can see youre crying, but dont worry, baby, ill be home soon. i know how this looks, the way the door shutting me off is so final, but itll open again and youll be running down the airport terminal and ill be there to catch you.
count the days until i come home, ill be counting them with you.
im home and the house is empty without you. it feels like the walls are exhaling in regret and its a bitter feeling to be surrounded by all this carbon dioxide. i walked into our room and looked at the bed that we bought together last june. all that space made me ache. so i went and grabbed boston and climbed on top of the covers with him. hes such a good dog, charlie, you were right. he just put his massive head on his paws and let me cry in his neck.
when i wa
Confessions From an Uchiha pt2Confessions From an Uchiha pt27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sasuke's further realizations
11. I wish you would stop bitching about where your picture is in my house. I mean on the dart bored is a great place for it! ((It's not like I even hit the target any more...good he didn't hear me))
12. I tried my hardest not to laugh when you cried over your spilt ramen.... ok so yeah I did, but not until you left to bury it.
13. I'm still tempted to put some pebbles next to Jared [the rock] and say he had babies, and see what you do. I'm sure Kiba would love one.
14. I almost died laughing when I told you Hinata could see through clothes. You went a whole week covering your crotch. ((Good times, good times))
15. You don't have to make excuses to come over anymore. I mean "Jared might be sick" is getting retarded.
16. When I said, "Hell no that thing isn't going on my fridge." Now I just say "When hell freezes... go check for me."
17. I can't believe you thought I needed clothes, and no orange is not my color. Just keep out of my closet! You need
Review - Dawn of the DreadfulsReview - Dawn of the Dreadfuls4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
~Dawn of the Dreadfuls~
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
Book 1 (Prequel)
By Steve Hockensmith
~ Amazon ~ Borders ~ Powell's ~
In 19th century England, society dictates that a young lady must be prim and proper. She must know proper etiquette, only speak
Monster Girl 5: CoconutMonster Girl 5: Coconut2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Personality: Calm, laid-back, slightly impatient
Employment: Ice cream and doughnut shop
Likes: Shade, rest, books, ice cream and doughnuts, Cazador
Loves: Video games
Dislikes: Being touched without permission
Coconut has a stinger with poison that will stun you, rather than kill you, which she tries to refrain from using on curious people that cross her comfort zone. She got her job simply for the perks, and often does the grocery shopping for the house. If she's not on the job, you'll usually find her either sleeping or playing video games.
Review of Ushers, Inc.Review of Ushers, Inc.4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
By Rusty Fischer
~ Amazon ~ Author's Blog ~
When the streets are full of bloodsuckers, werewolves, zombies and ghouls, where will you turn? The cops don't know how to stop them, the Army's pretty much given up and even the Marines are stumped when their bullets and grenades fail to stop the onslaught.
Have no fear, Ushers, Inc. is here! Four high school movie ushers, who collectively have seen over 42,000 hours of B- and C-horror movies know just what to do.
Did you know copper pennies can stop a zombie in its tracks? Did you know garlic paste is twice as effective on vampires as garlic cloves? Did you know werewolves are absolutely petrified of seeing a Hershey'
The FoolThe Fool. The fifth time the card was overturned, and once again it was the Fool. A sigh, a roll of the eyes, and the card was turned again. And then, in a few moments, the card was turned again. Still The Fool.The Fool7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Victoria stared at the card. On the top were the words Le Mat. Victoria recognized the French, though she didnt know much of the language herself. Not yet. But the bottom, the bottom was adorned with The Fool. And Victoria didnt like that. She had redone this spread seven times already. And every time, she drew the Fool. Now she had stopped shuffling the deck, and was just turning the card over every few moments, as if it would change into something else. She tried one more time. When the card that came up was once again the Fool, Victoria sighed and put it back in the deck. She collap
TF Kiss Pure Mars Bio: DaggerName: Nagata ToshiroTF Kiss Pure Mars Bio: Dagger5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Autobot Codename: Dagger
Hair: Blue (through KP link)
Eyes: Aqua (through KP link)
Status: KP Elite
KP Partner: Fire Convoy
Background: Throughout his childhood, Toshiro was abused by his father, his family's friends and society. After being locked away by his father in his shanty home one day, a Legion attacked. When others escaped, this left Toshiro at the mercy of the Legion: unable to get out. The legion was defeated by Fire Convoy, who Toshiro immediately took a shine to, being the only being to show him compassion. After a few weeks, Toshiro rapidly began to feel an overpowering love and devotion to the Transformers, particularly Fire Convoy, forever solidifying that belief within him. Soon, his family moved away from the ruins of Tokyo border. As a teen he went into the forces, where he found 'genuine' family. He was, nevertheless, taken advantage of again by some of his closest comrades, and this, coupled with the abuse of his youth, led him not to
RaskolOur son and his wife sleep in separate rooms. They are painted the same colour and bear identical scars but are separated by a hall so long that by the time I walk from one end to the other, I am too tired to compare and know what is different.Raskol7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That is the convenience of an oversized house, I think, that we did not have in our small one-room apartmentthey never have to see each others faces. You remember the nights when we were given no choice but to lie next to each other, against the hard corner, when we were seething in each others anger. How wonderful it might have been to stare at a blank wall, letting the heat of our hands seep into the plaster until we forgot each other, and how to be angry.
I never told you the fear I had inside my heart every time we tore apart and came back together again, that we would forget how closely we fit, or that in the short intervals when we were apart, a piece of the puzzle would come loose against us like a grain of sand, until w
pray she doesn't knowhello,pray she doesn't know6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think i scream your name
in my sleep,
because my mother keeps
asking who you are.
she looks at me with knitted brows
and a hand halfway orbiting
i think she is afraid to touch me,
and her eyes look a little funny
when she says your name-
it sounds so wrong, thick and congealed
as it spills from her tongue and
over her teeth.
i want to ask her what i've been saying-
have i been screaming?
i don't know if i should know,
but her half-painted pink fingernails
hover and tremble between us,
and i keep thinking that it is the
same for you and for me;
we are simply drowning and all of nothing
is enough in this graveyard sea.