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As a Mormon..I know that I am not perfect but what am I supposed to strive for?As a Mormon..6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of latter day saints I believe that we are here to be tested.
We are given difficulties and are pressed to show our steel against the temptations of the world.
Whether it be addictions that enslave our bodies and therefore our soul, or if it is just the pride and foolishness that brings us to stray from what is right.
There are many “Christian” people in this world who will say that they are righteous and that they do all they can to be good but they are the also considered some of the least moral people on earth.
I don&
Over Plan The dragon reared its ugly head and blasted another cloud of flame at the knight. His white horse dodged, obeying his every command. He was exhausted, he’d been battling this beast for hours now, but he couldn’t beat it. Taking refuge behind a rock he went over the facts in his head.Over Plan6 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Ok, the dragon has the fair maiden in his cave. The opening is just barely big enough for the dragon to fit making it easier for it to guard.” Then the knight got an idea.
“I could climb the cliffs above the cave where I would prepare a trap out of logs. Then when the dragon came out I would release the logs and squish the dragon. B
FFM - July 6, 2012Welcome to Flash Fiction Month 2012, Day Six.FFM - July 6, 201211 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Can you believe it's day six already? That means it's time for another challenge. This is the final challenge for the first week, and to celebrate, we thought we'd make it twice as hard as previous challenges. Don't hate us, but you've all been absolutely amazing, we needed a hard to challenge to find out who most deserves the glory of winning the first prize on offer for Flash Fiction Month 2012. How badly do you want to win? We can't wait to read your answers.
Instructions
Paste a link to your flash fiction piece for July 6th in the comments below.
Now and then, we'll offer you a chance to p
BorrowedShe slipped into borrowed grief like a sweater, one spun of fallacies and half truths that she could shed again at a moment's notice. It was a simple thing, as thoughtless as breathing, to shield herself from the bitter lack of attention. Collecting condolences like burning embers to warm herself when she was alone, she pulled them out in secret and examined them, thrilling just a little in the duplicity of it all.Borrowed1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And like the delicate crocodile, she cried hot, fat tears that swayed even the most vigorous skeptic when confronted by a question she couldn't answer. Remember his favorite movie, or how did he get that scar? Mush-mout
Soul StealerPaparazzi.Soul Stealer6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Over the weekend, I’ve heard the word thrown more than once in my direction. It’s well-earned, I know. For years, ever since I first held a camera, I’ve loved to take shots of people I know- and even those I don’t- in unguarded moments. A laugh as they talk with friends. Just walking across the room. Dancing with their other half. Bending over and cooing at a friend’s newborn. I just love those pictures.
Of course, because they’re taken unaware, people object. I guess they see the camera as invading on private moments- even when it’s not exactly “private”. I can understand&hel
What I Learned at SRU -70-What I Learned at SRU -70-1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What I Learned at SRUChapter 70 - Stand
- Friday, March 4th, 2011 -
It was awkward.
This familiar space - the smells of caffeinated drink and the sounds of idle chatter...only now there was a wash of calming pop music or something pouring from the speakers, a gentle background to all this. The Jasmine Dragon just didn't feel right in this way, from this place - on a chair at a table and not on that stage.
All the more difficult and confusing was the presence of Aang and Katara in this same location. Why were they here? This was here place. They weren't ever supposed to be here. Why had they agreed to meet here, of all places? And what was goi
The Hyperactive Sleep Disorder - P1 Arwen wasn't quite sure what was going on that day when she arrived at the old beat down mansion, clutching a ragged folder to her chest. Everything seemed like a scene or plot from some old horror movie. Thunder rolled in the distance from a storm long past, and the old mansion stood before her, silently sitting but not really creepy to be honest. Arwen had been given this mansion by a man who had apparently lived a very long time and spent every year of his life living in the giant manor. After he died, Arwen received a knock on her door telling her that this man, whom she had not been related to in any way, had left this entire mThe Hyperactive Sleep Disorder - P110 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Happy Independence Day, AmericaHappy Independence Day, America11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
FOR THE LOVE OF PASTA AND WURST! FLUFFINESS ABOUND! IF YOU DON'T LIKE OCS BEING PUT INTO FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS WITH YOUR FAV CHARACTERS OR THE PAIRINGS THAT ARE HINTED AT IN THIS SHORT STORY, LEAVE NOW! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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America sat in the small study of his house, staring out the window instead of doing some paperwork again. It was another year past, another year that old memories and the ache of old scars stirred. He sighed and slipped his glasses off and rubbed his eyes and face. He never slept the previous night and he was beginning to feel the
When we were young ch.7.:When he took it to far, the confessions started:.When we were young ch.711 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was 15, you were 17.
When I was 14, to make my father happy, and to make him stop with all his nagging I finally got a boyfriend.
His name was Jake. Jake Smith. Captain of the football team, a junior just like you, tall, handsome, he was the guy that every girl wanted.
Every girl except me.
We had finally repaired our friendship, and gone back to the way things used to be between us, but I still had feelings for you.
I still wanted you more than anything.
But in order to keep my father happy, I had to pretend to be straight, so when Jake asked me out, I said yes.
Big mistake.
He w
When we were young ch.2.:The first time you babysat me, I dreamed of our first kiss:.When we were young ch.211 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hanna's pov
I was 9 you were 11.
My mother and father where having a date night. They didn't have anyone to watch me, so knowing that you where older, responsible, and a good friend they asked you to watch me.
You made us macaroni and cheese, and we stayed up until 11pm, three hours after my bedtime.
We watched a couple movies and at some point I had made it into your lap. I liked sitting on your lap. I always felt safe sitting in your lap, like nothing could touch me.
After watching a couple movies I got tired, so you offered to carry me on your back up stairs to my room.
Scattered Remnants Ch. 3Chapter 3Scattered Remnants Ch. 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zachary and Xaldin
A white room was the first thing into her mind. She saw before she heard anything, and Ashley believed she was dead. But as her eyes adjusted to the white room and sounds cleared, she heard urgent muttering and a beeping heart monitor. The stinging smell of medicine came to her nostrils, and she desperately wrakced her mind for the word she was looking for, before it hit her and she felt like an idiot.
Hospital.
Her head turned and she felt a throbbing pain in her skull as she saw her brothers, her father and her boyfriend all sitting anxiously in the chairs beside her. Xemnas was the first to notice As
Scattered Remnants - IntroIntroductionScattered Remnants - Intro2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Toy Shop
It wasn't much of a sight from a distance, or at first really, for that matter. During the day when the sun glared off of the windows of the office buildings nearby, when it illuminated the sky scrapers and towers, the opera halls and the malls, the little coffee shops and the big ones, this little shop toy shop seemed insignifigant. During the day you could see its windows were a bit grimy around the edges and the window itself was hard to see through. Inside was badly lit and it was nearly impossible to make out what was on the inside. It seemed cold and abandoned and you had to put a hand over your eyes, to
UlquiorraUlquiorra5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pale, white skin, just like snow
Forever it entices them so
I'm not quite sure why they feel
For I know that you're not real
Soft and long, dark black hair
A large skull helmet is what you wear
They see you only in their mind
And yet they feel your tight bind
Large emerald eyes of green
Though you never prim nor preen
On those pages they see you
I wonder if others feel that too
With your sword with hilted eye
With your tears, though you don't cry
I watch you move, and I don't see
Why they stare; why they scream
And at your neck, your Hollow hole
So masses pledge to you their soul's
The four on your chest, they wish to touch
Hallowe'enBubble, bubble, toil and trouble,Hallowe'en7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fire burn and cauldron bubble,
That's our job, but we're not mean,
In our town of Hallowe'en!
Witch or demon, vampire or wolf,
Sometimes even a zombie Rudolf
Can enjoy this moonlit night,
As thou art the reason that I write.
Always a season for much fear,
It is one that I hold dear.
Once we lit fires to keep away demons;
Now we act upon creepy compulsions.
All Hallowe's Evening is now compressed
Into something shorter as ages progressed,
Now it is called Hallowe'en-
The best holiday there has ever been.
For I am..I come from the forestFor I am..9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No more screams of delight,
once I pull you away into the night.
Your parents will weep,
and get little sleep,
dreaming of all the horrors
I bestoe upon you.
Appearence of that of a tree
Child, you are so silly!
I blend in well,
You will not see me,
as I pull you away
against your will.
Dressed in black suit and tie,
For I am SlenderMan,
You will die.
LatviaXBlunt!Reader - Showing KindnessLatviaXBlunt!Reader - Showing Kindness10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A young girl, looking about (Your age), with (Hair length), (Hair Colour) hair was sitting on a bench in the park looking bored. She looked around at some of the people there, when something caught her eye. It wasn't a very safe neighborhood, and it seemed like one of the gangs was picking on a small, shivering boy. "They don't care who they hurt, do they?", she said angrily, standing up and walking over to the ally way where the boy was probably getting mugged.
Thugs surrounded him, beating him mercilessly, leaving scars and bruises on every inch of his frail body.
Shaking violently, one of the thugs sneered.
"What's wrong with you? Stop
This Can't Be HappeningFiona knows that something is going on because she hasn't heard from Imogen for days. It seems like whenever she runs into Imogen she seems distant. Fiona decides to call up Imogen and Imogen doesn't answer her phone so she leaves a message.This Can't Be Happening10 months ago in Drama More Like This
Fiona: "Imogen, please stop ignoring me. I need to know what's going on with you, please just call me back."
Fiona hangs up the phone and a few minutes later she gets a phone call back. She can hear Imogen crying.
Fiona: "Gosh, Imogen what's wrong?"
Imogen: "I can't say over the phone, I'll be over shortly."
Imogen hangs up the phone and Fiona feels terrified! Later on Fiona hears a knocking at the d
ShatteredYou never told me your pain,Shattered1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't understand.
But how could this lead,
to death by your hand?
My brother you are,
and you will always be,
but when you started killing,
did you think about me?
Here you are now,
in this cruel oak box.
By your peaceful head,
lays a small stuffed fox.
You believed in death's peace,
We'd have a new start,
But all you left me
Was a shattered heart.
You KNOW Emily is sick when...You KNOW Emily is sick when...You KNOW Emily is sick when...4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
...she takes naps
...she doesn't correct everyone's grammar
...her own grammar sucks
...she can't run on Animal Crossing without getting disoriented, even though she can play Sonic when she is well
...she can't RP
...she falls asleep at the computer
...she keeps accidentally clicking on the wrong things
...Propel is her new best friend
...the phone is her mortal enemy
...she's quarantined in the basement
...she doesn't feel like playing Age of Mythology with her dad
...she doesn't want to listen to music
...she stops thinking about writing
...she stops reading Death Note
...she stops reading, peri
Love Shan't DenyTwo roads diverged in a piney wood,Love Shan't Deny5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To travel both, if only I could,
For my loves rest at the end of each.
Both are gentle, both are kind,
Both have taken over my mind.
The first is eternal, my perfect one,
Who exists only in my imagination.
The other is flawed, and yet as sweet
A person one might ever meet.
My perfect one beckons me closer,
And yet he seems (to me) a poser.
Immaculate mind, impeccable body,
Yet his sincerity is rather shoddy.
My Realistic waits his turn,
Although I know for me he yearns.
For all that's good, I must attest
That he's the one who knows me best.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the
My angel, my saviourI hear a car door slam shut. My heart comes to a halt. i know exactly whats going to happen as a familliar feeling of fear and depression burns inside me. Plug my ears out of habbit. I dont wanna hear the voice. Dont wanna hear that piercing screech. The doorbell rings.My angel, my saviour5 years ago in Horror More Like This
My angel, my saviour, goes down to greet the visitor. If only she knew who that person really was. If only my saviour understood.
Her tail wags at the bench. I see the visitor in my head. The face ive seen each day while i bleed and bruise. A face of torture and imprisonment. I still havent taken a breath. I can feel my face turning blue. The doorbell starts to ring faster.
Let Me Inthe words I know can't formulateLet Me In5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can't take these feelings and set them straight
can't protect you from their hate
but they're all I have to give
the distance in between our souls
prevents me from healing holes
made in your heart by bitter moles
but still I keep trying
I want to help, please let me in
to he vault in which you din
about another's unjustified sin
towards you, frail angel
For twstedSinner: The Most FunFor twstedSinner: The Most Fun5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I log on to dA
and hope for a good time.
Its always what I get,
as soon as you get online.
We figure out whose post it is,
then start out the RP.
It goes on for a while,
until I say, "BRB!".
You say ok and wait,
and I hurry off the chat.
I get back and your gone,
and I am getting sick of that.
I wait and wait and wait,
but still, you dont return.
I start to get off but your on again,
I smile and say, "Your turn!".
You smile and we get started,
the fun begins again.
I am so glad your on dA,
cause your such an awesome friend!
I cant wait to rp later,
and I hope its just as good.
I am guessing it will be,
or at least I kno
ElfThe beauty of the elfElf5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
An undying youth of a flower,
From your green gold eyes like the dawn kissing the earth,
To your skin like living marble,
You have seen more than any living being would,
But yet the light of hope and innocents till shines in your eyes.
Your voice a sweet song of magic,
Your wisdom like the great old forests,
You are an elf a child of the undying light and the forever earth.
Sta.sh
