TFAV Drab05 RP Seeking AnswersTFAV Drab05 RP Seeking Answers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's right. That is what a soldier is all about, yes they go to war, yes they have to end people's lives for the greater good, but is it really for peace or is it a political reason these people need to die? I was told by an old general a while ago that he would rather live in a world without the need for generals, soldiers, or wars."
Victor Keys, when talking to James McAlister about the dangers that await humanity in the inevitable upcoming war and about his scar that defines him as one of the McAlisters.
Year 2009 A.D._
Residence of Matthew Chagon_
One year ago_
(The events of this Roleplay takes place after TFAV Russian Roulette [Parts 1, 2 and 3] and before TFAV Aftermath.)
~Talamone, a small Italian town in Italy, One year ago~
~ The silver-white Lamborigini Reventon sped through the streets of Italy; leaving a maelstrom of dust and air currents in its wake. ~
Victor: [comlink] Ah yes...I have having a meeting
I'd Rather Die AloneSo this is it? Isn't it? I'm to die in this room alone?I'd Rather Die Alone6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the cold table underneath me colder than nitrogen ice,
and the blaring AC bearing down upon me like a sinners vice?
Though my arm has been torn off, and tossed beside my head,
or my leg has been twisted, and my insides scorched dead,
I'm somewhat thankful my mother asked for my nerves to be cut dead.
That way I cannot experience the full force of the pain that's blaring within.
Occasionally, a woman walks in, looks down and says, “I think it's still alive.”
When was I an it, even while dismembered, I’m struggling before her very eyes.
Behind her comes the doctor, with a scalpel in his hands,
“His mother wanted him dead anyway, killing him more won't make a difference.”
The nurse nods and ask, “Should I get more absorbic acid?”
The doctor shakes his head and levels his scalpel, “His head is softer than plastic.”
And with his death-sentence, he drops his arm, and the metal p
the whale in the skythe whale in the sky4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was walking home when I saw it. The whale in the sky. It was just for a moment, a brief flash of the way it danced through the clouds, majestic tail swishing up and down as it propelled itself along through cumulus and stratocumulus. Oh how the cotton candy clouds ran free over its wing-like fins and caressed its skin in wisps of delicate air. I stopped and stared at its underbelly, the giant blue whale in the sky, and stared until it vanished into a white hub of water vapour almost as if it hadn't existed at all. Truthfully, it had been like a little grey cloud against the canvas of blue and white pasted, a tiny little blip of nature, and no one else even noticed it. But I knew.
It was the whale in the sky.
That night there was a knock at the window. A tap tap tap so delicate I imagined it. But then it tap tap tapped again and I had to wake up. So I opened my eyes and there she was, at the window, tapping a fingernail against the glass with a smile on her
The Privileged Feminist and the WomanShe was a feminist, born free,The Privileged Feminist and the Woman7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
while she was a woman born over seas.
She was the feminist who went to school,
while she was the woman who paid unrightful dues.
She was the feminist who went to college,
while she was the woman forced to work without knowledge.
She was the feminist who preached her corrupted views,
She was the woman whose homeland was on the news.
She was the feminist who spoke her annoying mind,
She was the woman who could only be at peace inside.
She was the feminist who could walk freely,
She was the woman that would get beaten weekly.
She was the feminist who blamed men for everything,
She was the woman who was forced to bare men's offspring.
She was the feminist who could chose her life
She was the woman who didn't make it past twenty five.
She is the feminist who is blind to the world,
who only cares for herself, her life is like a pearl,
She is the woman who cannot show her face,
as an excuse to be modest, faithful and chaste.
She is the feminist who is ignorant t
Two Sides of Suicide (For Leelah Alcorn)Messages travel far in death,Two Sides of Suicide (For Leelah Alcorn)2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as our words are often
heard in our final breaths.
Though by no means is suicide
a noble act, and I don't
condone it, no matter the fact.
But unlike many of my friends,
I can't consider it a sin,
and at times it's done with the
belief of selflessness.
Though I think a line is drawn,
when we involve those undeserving.
When we ruin an innocent life,
due to our own unnerving.
To put ones self in the line of fire,
in an attempt to rid themselves
of Earth's malicious desires
makes their act selfish,
as they destroy the life
of the innocent.
How can therapy reverse what's been done?
Even if it was suicide,
the damage has been done.
No one deserves to kill she, who wanted death,
who was selfish enough
to leave the deed to a helpless man.
I like to think she was irrational,
as I support her cause. But the more
I think as rational,
the more I curse her loss.
Because no one can describe the horror
of an accidental murder. A murder
To the Feminist from the Battered ManIt would be so easy to wear my emotions on my sleeves, to wear my pain on my skin and display my feeling publicly for all to see like a newly painted canvass in public museum.To the Feminist from the Battered Man1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I would think of their hands roaming my body, their words of hate and cruelty piercing my soul and their fist cracking my bones, I’d love it if I could just break down, tremble with tears and erupted into sobs.
Exactly like a …like a girl.
Don’t get me wrong ladies; you’re not all like this. I’ve seen you too when you’re corned, when you want only what you deserve…Justice. So you blame me for what another man did to you , besides, what one man does amplifies what we all do, does it not?
According to your standards it does.
So if I cry and scream, will you think differently of me? Will you think for just a second, that I’m human too? Will you finally believe me when I say that I’m not the man that hit you, not the man that raped your or beat you, not the
In Xion's Defense: Perspective of a Non-FanThe fourteenth member of Organization XIII. A recolor of one of the main characters. Best buddies with Roxas and Axel. Can wield a keyblade like Roxas. Friends bend over backwards to help her. No prior indication of her existence. Even gets a tragic death scene. If you play Kingdom Hearts, I think you know who we're talking about here. Mainly because it's sort of in the title.In Xion's Defense: Perspective of a Non-Fan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Xion. Or Xarmy Sue, as people like to call her. Let's not beat around the bush here; Xion is the embodiment of just about every Organization Sue in existence, for all the reasons stated above. People need not look any further for reasons to hate her.
So they stop where they are, refusing to look any deeper.
Make no mistake, people, my hatred for Mary Sues is on a level few people can reach. Borderline unhealthy, I'd say. I recall vivid memories of all the loathing d
What Feminism Has Taught MeFeminism has taught me many things,What Feminism Has Taught Me8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and these things I've grown to hate.
When I see the word “feminism”,
I want to purge it's putrid name.
I'll start with the most obvious,
that people seem to ignore,
“Let's care about our looks and body images here!”
And ignore those women who are suffering abroad.
But was it really ever only women,
or should we consider men too?
Because I once believed Feminism,
was about equal rule.
However that's another lie,
but honestly, you shouldn't be surprised.
Because that's what the they do best,
spew their ugly perjuries,
and conveniently ignore their self induced mess.
The next one is sensitive, and my opinion may be my own,
but I never stood behind killing babies,
as feminist say, “monster's” nestled in a woman's womb.
And the Old Testament may be sexist,
but every person knows,
that it was written in the age of sticks and stone,
over two thousand years ago.
And may I add when Jesus came,
to change the world we know,
"Lover's Suicide"-short story"Lover's Suicide"-short story9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The illness was swift. It appeared suddenly and worsened rapidly, leaving her bedridden for the better part of a week. When, at the castle, recieving the best care I could provide, she only continued to worsen, I took her to the miko.
"What are her symptoms?"
"At first, she just had dizzy spells. When she actually fainted, she had a fever. She hasn't been able to keep much down except water. The cough began a little later, and her breathing has become extremely labored."
"What's wrong with her?"
"I'm not sure."
"Can you help her?"
"I don't want to hear that you'll try, I want to hear that you'll make her better!"
"I can't promise anything."
"You know what's wrong, don't you?"
"No, I told you I don't. It could be many things, nothing in particular is indicative of-"
"So you won't say."
"I told you, I don't-"
"Maybe you don't know, but it's serious, isn't it?"
"Why would you say that?"
Rape from a different PerspectiveI am a guy, so I must be strong.Rape from a different Perspective2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I am a guy, so I must have no faults.
I am a guy, so I must feel no pain.
So tell me why does it hurt so much whenever I think about it. How come I can't tell you the pain I've gone through, without you calling me weak? Just because I am not a girl, am I not allowed to have the emotions of fear and stress? Am I not allowed to have those terrible flashbacks that only I know, and because of today's society...that only I can live through?
I am a male. And I was raped. So am I weak for wanting help? Am I weak for turning to society for help?
Many of you may think I am the rapist, because I am not the opposite gender. No, I am not the one who is supposed to call for help or scream, I am not the one who is assaulted. I am supposed to be able to take care of myself in these situations.
But while I am a male, I am also human...
Just because I am not a girl, doesn't mean I don't hurt inside for what was done to me...Just because I am not a girl, doesn't mean tha
She Turned Him DownHis body crawled to her like a sick dog to meat,She Turned Him Down2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
his eyes picking at her, dissecting her with every
Watching the steady rise of her exposed chest,
watching the way the sound waves from her throat,
moved her curvy breast.
And he could almost just taste her kindness,
though her two piece suit,
screamed “Her Highness”.
Maybe he could get away from this humiliation,
because the sin he was to commit now,
went against his morals, and to no one he would mention.
And the words flew out of his mouth like water,
and suddenly the bruises and cuts on his body,
stung harder and harder.
Because he could process the look of disgust on her face,
and before he could stop himself,
the door to freedom slammed in his face.
“No,” she had said, like a queen among beggars,
“Go to a homeless house” she continued,
“This is only a woman's shelter”.
He stood there as crystal of snows fell atop of his head,
and despite the cheeriness of Christmas around
To be A Slut/VirginIt's not a matter of “to be”To be A Slut/Virgin9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
nor is it a matter of “not to be”
You just are.
Sleeping around, breaking hearts,
always performing your treacherous art.
Call me judgmental, call me mean,
but don't call me a liar,
because I know what I've seen.
“Sleeping around doesn't make me slut!”
Perhaps you would have been right, but
you'll lie, and say you don't like him today
say your single, and sleep with another on Monday.
Turn it around and you'll have a harem come Sunday.
Around your waste, a long string of hearts,
some beating, some dead, but you get the point,
you're a cruel bitch at heart.
So I'll call you a slut, because that's what you are,
but don't mind me, aren't you wanted at the bar?
And don't play the victim,
while your sleeping with him one day,
and kissing another man on the very next day.
Virginity is a flower, like water untouched.
Each time it's tainted, it's dirtied with muck.
Don't be disheartened, ashamed or afraid,
My Rival's Suicide!! pt2 (Critique please.)Suddenly feeling nauseous and sick to his stomach, Squilliam fled from his rival's bedroom forgetting all about his umbrella as he's throwing open the front door to Squidward's house. Trembling, Squilliam unlocked his boat in a mad haste and came close to hitting his head as he climbs inside. A crack of louder thunder startled Squilliam who sped back to his mansion, clutching the steering wheel with one hand and his stomach with the other. Once Squilliam pulled back into his garage and parks his boat, he immediately rushed inside his mansion, ignoring every single question that was asked as he ran down the hallways and upstairs to the shelter of his bedroom.My Rival's Suicide!! pt2 (Critique please.)5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shutting himself in his bedroom, Squilliam retreats to his bed and hid in the soft, silky canopy surrounding his bed. There he simply sits in pure, dead silence with the only sounds being his heavy breathing as he's shivering and clinging to all four legs. Squidward. His classmate from highschool, his archrival from then on, now de
I'm Anti-WomanBecause I don't support feminist,I'm Anti-Woman2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I refuse to stand with
I refuse to ignore that men suffer too,
even if it's not as much, prin
they're human too.
I'm anti woman, because I don't support abortion,
because I'm a girl who holds poster,
depicting bodies of babies, distorted.
I hate my own sex, because I dress pretty for men,
and because I don't call it “rape”
when I get cat called by them.
I'm anti-woman, because I think that women can be rapist.
It needs to be brought to light,
but instead the media likes to portray men as rapist.
Apparently I’m sexist because I'd rather listen
to a group of men express their
sorrows and depressions.
Because I think we women have all the resources we need,
for abuse, for abortion,
and for everything in between .
I'd rather sit and listen to the testaments of lost fathers,
who have suffered depression,
because abortion for men can cause a lot more problems.
Being a housewife is suddenly demeaning,
RE: 'What People Are Doing By Being Anti-Feminist'First off, why the hell is that piece under "Historical" in the Non-Fiction category? There's nothing even remotely historical about anything on that list. You're just voicing your opinion, so it should be under "Editorial." Second, it is your opinion because you don't give any damn sources for any of those on the list. (And don't you dare fucking act like you already put sources in it because no, you fucking didn't, you liar. You only put in sources AFTER I posted this.)RE: 'What People Are Doing By Being Anti-Feminist'5 months ago in Editorial More Like This
So I'm going to leave some of those alone and voice my rebuttal/counter-opinion on the ones that are my favorites:
Dimissing that cat-calling is still an issue.*dismissing
Someone be honest with me here. Is it really that fucking hard to just keep walking away and ignoring the shitheads? Because I admit, I've never been cat-called, despite the fact that I've been given compliments by a few guys about how I look. And those aren't sexual harassment, those are legit compliments. I may b
Trapped in KinkThe Young man's eyes slowly opened, his vision being blocked by the luminous light that glowed over his face, he turned his face away only to notice one of his arms shackled to the metal table, and he pulled at his arm only to find it was put in tight. He turned to his other arm to find the same situation, as well as his legs. He wriggled his body and pulled with all his might yet his limbs stayed attached to the bed. Soon his was out of breath and his body limped on the table, his head once again staring into the bright light above him, escapes was impossible.Trapped in Kink3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cold air of the room touched his exposed skin, sending chills through the hairs, it wasn't much help that his shirt had been unbuttoned leaving his chest exposed; the only warmth he could find was through the light that burned down onto his face, he looked down to his legs, just being able to notice that his jeans and shoes were still on before he slumped his head back onto the hard steel and a slight sigh escaped his lips.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
The Trick of RevengeIt had been years since it happened, since the young Digi-Destin was able to digivolve his Digimon into MagnaAngemon to send him into the Gate of Destiny but to him it felt like an eternity of waiting, waiting for a way to escape so he can finally get his revenge on the one young boy who did this to him, waiting until he the leader of the Dark Masters could return back to the Digital world, it was only a matter of time before the inedible happened, before the door way opened for him and he was set free so seek his revenge on the one who sent him to this prison, he knew what he was going to do.The Trick of Revenge3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
T.K. sat on a the piece of a fallen tree with his partner Patamon resting on his white Bucket hat, today had so far been a busy day for the two of them as the group had split up to rebuild all the damage that the darker Digimon had caused. T.K looked to the crystal water in his bottle before pouring some of the clear liquid down his throat.
"Do you think the others would have finished by n
Ode to a ChuzzleOde to a Chuzzle9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ode to a chuzzle
to where art thou gone?
instead of being where I left thee
It seems you have moved on
I quested for your happiness
I grouped you with some friends
but now it seems I have destroyed you
How could I begin to make amends?
Sometimes your smarmy attitude
Makes me a bit annoyed
But believe me, my dear chuzzle
I did not intend you for the Void
Although you roll your eyes at me
When I'm slow with my next move
I can't get enough of your fuzzy ways
nor of your fuzzy groove
But, my dear fuzzball chuzzle
To where art thou gone?
Instead of being where I left thee
It seems you have moved on
Do you go into the bottle
and later sold to stores?
Perhaps sold as a compound
meant to polish floors?
Or do you go to greater purpose, perhaps
to The Great Chuzzle in the Sky?
Tell me, my darling ball of fluff...
Where do Chuzzles go to die?
Bound in WordsWriter's block is a pain to have, I know because I had so many before and this one was no different right? Well without it I wouldn't be able to tell you this story about the strange world of words and how sometimes a hobby can trap you and never let go.Bound in Words3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat at my laptop staring into the screen with the blank piece of paper in front of me trying desperately to come up with a good story but no matter how many ideas shifted through my mind I couldn't find the perfect one with all the images sprang through my mind but I felt none of them wouldn't fit in words.
I needed a break some time to relax; maybe inspiration would come to me if I did. I opened up my e-mail to discover tones of junk, chain letters, hackers, annoying comments and some from my mother, I started by binge of deleting each one banishing them to the depths of e-mail hell.
With nearly all the e-mails gone I stopped noticing one e-mail with the title 'For writers, from writer' a strange title yes but I felt compelled to he
Story Concept: RingmasterStory Concept: Ringmaster6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Description: The circus is everything. The surrounding towns and slums and villages and industrial metropolis Berceuse cater to it as onlookers and as curiosities. Every night (indistinguishable from evening since the sky is never unclouded in this place) the terrible and the wondrous are shown in the ring; freakish exiles displayed for the shadowy crowds amusement. The skillful perform, the deformed are exhibited, and the useless are maimed or even murdered for the delight of the spectators. Most in the circus desire any other lot then theirs, but its necessary to cater to the depraved desires of their handlers and the multitudes to earn room and board. Detractors are either kicked into the street to fend in a callous city or dangerous wilderness. Worse still they might be disciplined by the sinister Wardens, who rarely take unruly prisoners alive.
All proceedings are looking after by a rarely seen individual who wields the most power in all the surrounding land
The Surfer and the Merman CH 30The Surfer and the Merman CH 303 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hart, lost in thought, stood behind the wheel of his ship. He didn't need to steer, so his hands lay rested on the wheel. His crew was at work beneath him, making a lot of noise as they always do. To the right of him stood Ince, clothed in a white, loose dress. They had pillaged it earlier, but it was worthless up until this point. Once worn by Ince, it looked like it could have belonged to royalty. Hart admired him as Ince stared out into the horizon.
"What is on your mind?" Hart asked with a warm smile on his face.
Ince turned around to face him, his dress twirling in the process.
"My brother..." Ince began.
"You have siblings?" Hart questioned.
"I'm not sure. I do not remember having a family," Ince began to walk circles around Hart as he spoke, "but he was like a brother to me."
"Did something happen to him?"
"We got separated. The last time I saw him, we were being followed by your ship," Ince answered. Hart chuckled as he remembered how he had been chasing Ince, for he was so des
Like It RoughPairings: Axel/RoxasLike It Rough3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Lady Ga Ga Like It Rough: "Is it 'cuz you don't mean it, or because I don't feel it, unless it's rough?"
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring intently at the door. It was locked. Twisting the bed sheets underneath my hands, I wondered how long it would hold.
Axel was on his way. And he was furious.
Larxene and the others were out, leaving the house cold and empty. The silence hung heavy around me, a stifling false sense of calm that numbed my limbs and clouded my mind. I waited for him to arrive, and break my world into a million tiny pieces. Biting my lip, I pushed down the flutter of excitement that curled in my stomach. He was pissed.
An unfinished essay lay amongst the debris of crisp packets and scribbled notes. Unpaid bills written in angry red letters were pinned to the board above my bed. Normal, routine worries that easily fell into the background, because Axel knew I was leaving.
SupriseAlex giggled as he was guided by his friend for being blindfolded he couldn't see where they were heading so he could only follow the sound of his friend's voice, today was a special day for him today for he had reached the big one eight, he can now cast away the shackles of childhood as now he was a full ledge man. He was quite excited for what his Welsh friend had planned even if he had no clue to what he has in store.Suprise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So come on what is it?" He asked, trying to peep through the barrier in front of his eyes, Lewis chuckled as he made sure Alex couldn't see.
"Now if I told you what's the bloody point in calling it a surprise, also stop being so cheeky and trying to look." He replied helping his blind friend down the stairway, "But look we're nearly there."
Alex continued to giggle lightly taking slow steps downwards; he could hear the sounds of each step echoing across the walls raising his curiosity. Soon he felt Lewis' hand pressed on his chest stopping him in his tracks.