The Laughter of DucksThe Laughter of Ducks10 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
fisherman and son
catching nothing but minnows
and the laughter of ducks
War: Battle for Meekrob - Ch 1War: Battle for Meekrob - Ch 14 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
War: Battle For Meekrob
Chapter 1 - Pregnant
On nights like this, stars glimmer in the clear Earth sky, so beautiful, it has never been this dark and yet lite.
Years ago, almost 5, Zim, an ex-invader from Planet Irk, was banish to Earth.
His mission's truth, to invade Earth, was thrown in his face. It was all a lie, nothing could compare to Zim's devistation and anger.
A year later, Tak returned to Earth, hoping to take Earth from Zim. Zim showed no signs of caring. This disturbed Tak, she expected a fight, for she was prepared. He didn't put out, he instead sat back and watched.
Tak, confused and for no reason, seemed concerned.
When asked, Zim told Tak about how the Tallests snapped at him, reveiling the fact that his mission was a lie. Tak wasn't exactly surprised, she already knew.
Tak forgot about HER mission, instead, without really knowing, she spent time with Zim, talking, causeing highway crashes. WITH ZIM!
She swore she hated him. Same for Zim, he was confused as always, alth
Adventure Time with MLnPG ch3Adventure Time with MLnPG ch34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A day passed with little activity, the normal routine of the land off Aaa passing along with little notice. The prince had made good by his word and had ridden Lord Monochromicorn to see his friend, still slightly sore and worn out from the long night out. The animals hung around together for a time while Prince Gumball caught up with his friend, Fionna. He explained the little adventure he'd had with the undead bassist and how he was curious about the vampire's behavior. Fionna was still under the weather but only offered advice, assuring the prince that he didn't know enough about Marshall Lee to have a proper understanding of the night-walker. The candy man took this to heart as they finally departed to return home, where he spent the rest of the day carrying out his normal orders. The issue of the next celebration came up, and he was left to design the theme and reasoning as he retired to his room shortly after supper.
He climbed the stairwell with his clipboard and pen
on College and Life GoalsWould you consider buying a plane ticket before you know where you even want to go? Crazy, isn't it? But many artists consider taking on art school without a strong life goal. Without defining what you want most out of life, you'll never achieve it, and college certainly won't supply it. College is to supply you with the means to accomplish your goal, and if you don't have a strong goal, you'll flip-flop majors hoping to scrape up motivation along the way. By the end of it, you'll have gone through 4 (or more) years of indecision, having wasted a lot of money and time without having an idea of where to go in life next.on College and Life Goals4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
What, then, makes a strong life goal? Is it wanting to work at Disney? Is it wanting to create a famous comic book? Or maybe you want to just be a famous artist so you can rub it in the faces of all those who made fun of you in high school? These aren't life goals. If anything, they're short term goals, because they can be accomplished, finished, and done. A life goal is
Crushed HaikuI am feeling crushedCrushed Haiku9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like a bed spring caught beneath
a very fat man
50 ways to annoy Deidara... if youre Tobi.50 ways to annoy Deidara...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1) Call him Deidei <3
2) Tell him how AWESOME Sasuke is in your opinion.
3) Tell him how even more awesome and supercool Itachi is in your opinion.
4) Shout, Tobi is a good boy! again and again and again and again and again.
5) Tell him that he's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen!
6) When Deidara lets explode some of his clay, say, Whoa, Senpai, THAT sure was a loud fart!
7) Plait his hair while hes asleep and add a cute pink ribbon ^^
8) Glomp him <3
9) Eat some yummy icecream while hes busy trying to catch a Jinchuriki.
10) Once he caught the Jinchuriki, brag about how you caught this Jinchuriki all by yourself.
11) When hes going to kill you because of your bragging, ask him if he wants some yummy icecream, too, so he could cool down a bit.
12) When hes trying to choke you because of those words, start crying and run to your leader, screaming, Pein-sama! Mean Deidei hit poor Tobi! Now Tob
The Jubilant CelloThe Jubilant Cello4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pish-Posh-Tilly-Wosh, I bid you good day and hello.
Why do I sing? Why look at me strange?
For I am a jubilant cello.
I pluck at my heart and sing from my soul, my strings are a magical thing.
I dance and I hop, I skip and I ought cause I am a jubilant cello.
This world is so full of strangers who know-
Nothing about you its-so-very-sad,
But If you just pluck at their heart strings like soooo...
Their friendship is bound to be had.
Hish-Cosh-Oh-My-Gosh, I forgot I am wearing a suit!
I'm late for my meeting but I'll keep on singing cause cellos don't give half a hoot!
Congratulations Rainbow Dash, You're the new SpikeCongratulations Rainbow Dash, You're the new Spike3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Rainbow dash had gotten up surprisingly early that day. She usually stayed in bed for several hours after sunrise, but today she had a big reason for getting up before the sun even rose.
"Omigosh omigosh OMIGOSH!! It's almost time... OH COME ON!!!"
Finally, the door to the library opened, and Twilight Sparkle walked out.
"Oh, hello Rainbow-"
"TWILIGHT!!! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR HOURS!!!"
"Uh, seriously?" The knowledgeable unicorn was quite surprised. "You do realize the library isn't open 'till 8:30 AM, right?"
"Yeah, but I could barely sleep last night, knowing that the newest Daring Do book is coming out today, and I'm so excited!!!" squealed the excited pegasus.
"Oh, that's right!" said Twilight. "Come in, Rai-"
Before Twilight could even finish her phrase, Rainbow Dash zoomed right in, throwing Twilight off her feet and almost crashing into Spike, who shouted "Watch where you're going!" at her.
"Daring Do and the Purple Dragon's Curse!" The young Daring Do fanatic laugh
Sakura's Weight Gain ProblemThis story was inspired by a picture of yours, CulturalTaboo.Sakura's Weight Gain Problem8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I do not own Naruto.
Sakuras Weight Gain Problem
A sixteen year-old Haruno Sakura struggled to tighten a belt around her waist. This belt could hide my gain last week, she thought, but not this week. Eventually she gave up and let her enlarged stomach hang down. How did this happen so quickly? she wondered. Sakuras mind drifted back over the last few weeks to when this dilemma began.
Later, Sakura-chan! Naruto called as he ran off with Lee, Chouji, and Neji.
Good-bye, Naruto! Sakura called back. After her blonde friend had passed from her sight, she ran for the Hokage tower. Tsunade-sama! she yelled as she burst through the door.
I already know, Sakura. her sensei responded placidly. You want to know wh
Chapter One: Acquisition******Chapter One: Acquisition10 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter One: Acquisition
"I swear I didn't used to bitch this much. I used to be a nice, quiet little soldier who did my job and didn't complain. At least I think so. I've been a soldier for a long time."
Petty Officer First Class SPARTAN-292 scratched at her short white hair, looking across the fire at the few remaining marines and the pitiful camp they were calling "home." The skepticism on one marine's face caused her to grit her teeth in frustration. She couldn't really blame him, with her delicate elfin features and pale skin she looked about as tough as a paper bag. Her MJOLNIR armor helped her image a little, but with a teenager's face and big blue eyes revealed she couldn't expect much. A plasma grenade had caught the side of her head earlier in the day, and it was pure luck that she'd gotten her helmet off in time. Not many people got t
PinkieDash. The Crash Part 1.Pinkie/Dash. The Crash, Part 1.PinkieDash. The Crash Part 1.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A MLP FIM fanfic based during episode 5. MLP belongs to Lauren Faust and all other owners. All I own is any OC ponies I use.
Pinkie Pie cruised gently towards the cloud on which Rainbow Dash and her friend Gilda were sitting. Pinkie Pie was willing to forgive Gilda for popping her balloons and forcing her to use her sky machine. It was probably just an accident or an angry mistake.
Despite Gilda's anger, Pinkie really wanted to spend more time with both of them, in an effort to get to know Gilda better. And well, anytime spent with Rainbow Dash was time well spent in Pinkie's opinion.
"Wow! You guys almost got away from me that time!" Pinkie said happily as she pulled her crazy flying contraption to a stop next to their cloud, grinning at the shocked look on Gilda's face and the brilliant smile on Rainbow Dashes. ("But when was Dashie's smile ever not brilliant?" Pinkie wondered to herself.)
"So Dash, got any new moves in your trictionary? Or are you 100
11. Memory"Katie, Katie! Come on, you're slow."11. Memory8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm coming! Wait up, you have longer legs then me!"
"Well you're just short!"
Katie finally caught up to her older brother, who had somewhat dark brown hair. Though his eyes were a dark orange. Katie's hair was bright orange, with her eyes the orangest of all oranges. Of course, she was short for her age. She always said she would someday be taller then her brother, but she knew that wasn't true. She was just cursed with shortness. Katie was smiling, panting from running. "H-Hey...Kitale, why aren't you at work...?" Katie asked, her young voice alittle bit squeeky. Her older brother just smiled, "Mom and dad are gone for today, at work. So I have to babysit you." Kitale explain, grinning. Katie blushed, "You make it sound that babysitting me is bad!"
"Haha! It is! You've gotten used to all my pranks. I could never fool you again. And you're just a kid." Kitale laughed, patting her head. Katie's hair was up in pigtails, like they were everyday.
The Life of AnimationThe Life of Animation6 years ago in Historical More Like This
"If this business was easy, it would be a sin."
-Hayao Miyazaki, Animerica Magazine. 1993
Animation is the youngest medium of art that mankind has created. Spanning barely over one hundred years, its history is as rich and dramatic as any other. Starting as the simple idea of an illusion of moving art by a couple clever innovators at Edison's film company in the early 1900's, it soon boomed into a mega-corporate commercial venture that employed thousands and captivated millions only decades later. It spread outside of America and took many different forms in many different countries and cultures. Today, the face of animation is very different than it ever was. Computers, corporate chokeholds and the death of the innovators of animation has left a doubtful future for the preservation of animation's defining age.
The 1910's saw the rise of animation as a serious medium and the first studios began to appear in the United States. Winsor McCay, a masterful draftsman and artist, had
NdinonziMy name is Rufaro. I'm turning nine soon. I like going to school, even though I have to walk a long time to get there, because I can meet my friends. Some of them are from other villages, and I wouldn't see them if I didn't go. I like some of my teachers. Ms Machegutu is very nice. She says I'm a good pupil, and maybe I can go to high school if my grades are good. I don't think I will, Baba doesn't make enough money. He gets drunk very often, Amai says it's because times are hard. I don't understand. Times have always been hard.Ndinonzi8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Tendai. I'm 22. I've been living in the capital for 4 years now. Even though I have my A-levels, it's hard to find work. The people here are smarter than I am, some make fun of my accent. But I work hard. I don't smoke, and I don't drink a lot. I always have some money when I go home for my parents and my aunts. My little sister can go to school, and she is always very happy when I bring her a new dress. Last year, I met some guys that sell Katshasu.
PillsI crave themPills5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want them
There's 50 of them
Enough to kill me,
Set me free
Help my loneliness
Make me emotionless
They're my weakness
I'm anxious to take them
To make the same mistake again
I can't shake the thoughts of suicide
I'm denied the one thing that makes me feel alive
But this time I don't plan to survive
See I want to die
So I'll say goodbye
Go ahead, cry
But don't ask why
I'll just reply
With a sigh, and get high
Then supply my throat with what its been denied
My mind then decides
Death is what it truly likes
So my liver fails
And my heart dies
Leaving all those around me...
With one last surprise.
EmoThe Darkness becomes me,Emo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I fall into pain.
My life is nothing but pain.
Outside is gay,
So in the dark I will play
Im an individual because I dress like my friends,
And I will decide when my life ends
A swirling torrent of hurt and despair,
As I run bloody fingers through my own hair.
Unhappy and withered, for here I will sit.
All just because
My girl-pants dont fit.
To kill a mocking birdTo kill a mocking bird4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fragile existence, of chaotic order.
Peoples sanity, will, honesty, are all reaching the border.
A mocking bird, the innocence of song.
Such beautiful innocence, does not belong.
They are different, strange, and unknown.
Because of that, love, respect, fairness to them are never shown.
The mockingbird sings, staying strong.
Even though they realize, they are treated wrong
Hunters stalk them, in smug superiority.
To stay alive, is the mocking birds only priority.
hunters chain the bird down,
they muzzle its mouth, unable to make a sound.
They are broken puppets, slaves to the shackles of the hunters ignorance.
Others watch they see there is no sense.
They don't rebel, in fear of being out-casted,
for to long, this senseless violence has lasted.
The mockingbird stays, plays its part well.
Unable to cry, scream, resist or tell.
The hunters come, cruel smiles appear as they watch their prey.
Just because of what the mocking bird is, it wont live another day.
Shattered and tor
This Art Is ShitIf I knew then what I knew now, maybe I might have appreciated my work a little more.This Art Is Shit5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I always used to compare myself to the other artists that I would see, artists much older than me, with the training and the experience I didn't have. It didn't seem to matter to me where they came from, just that they where good and I was not. If I had understood at the time that someday, with perseverance, study and practice that I too might be ask good as them, maybe I might have worked a little harder, studied a little more and not been so down on myself.
Now I look back on a lot of the artists who were my idols, megabytes worth of their art saved to my ancient drive in the basement for reference and inspiration. I realize, they really weren't that good. Some of them were actually quite bad. At any given time, if your art sucks to you or even thousands of other people, it is amazing to someone and you are inspiring someone else by sharing it with them.
If it seems like you are not improving at all
An Ode to TirebackThe ancient ones of legends pastAn Ode to Tireback8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have come to me with their repast
"Unto the hills" they might'n't cry
For where then wouldst the humans lie?
Aloft and fro
they hasten there
At once to stalk the mindless lair
For they all cry in dismal chorus
Of citadels lost in aged forest
But lo and gaze the elder gods
That they may feast upon the mobs
And quick they hasten to this place
And speak thou not of hero's taste
For when the elder ones cry out
At once the humans steep in doubt
For knowest naught what comes their way
Hid in the ashes, in the hay
It comes too swift for they to gander
lest they feel it safe to wander
It crys and shouts an evil hiss
That which makes the bravest wish
That it not he who gazes now
Upon the teeth upon the brow
Of elder creature foul and cruel
That looking on it is a duel
With self and naught but strength of heart
that any mortal inevitable part
The creature dines upon the fat
the creature known...
MiraclesMiracles8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
A sweltering sunny day and I was sitting alone in my stuffy room in tiny summer shorts and a tank top that showed more skin than anyone needed to see; basically what I might have worn to school on any particular day. My little sisters, who normally brought some joy along with them, were staying with my mom. I was alone with my dad who was grumbling cuss words about me under his breath in the next room, drunk as he always was. It was a boring day, it was unrelentingly moving along as all other days have done: depressingly and consistently uneventful. I remember I was sitting on my horridly uncomfortable and noisy computer chair, clicking randomly at things online, trying to find something that would fulfill my desire to live or stimulate me out of a lack there of; a game maybe? My frustratingly short American attention span allowed me only minutes of fun. Maybe somebody sent me a really interesting comment on my Deviant art account that wo
If I were writtenIf I were written,If I were written10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how would I taste?
I could be a dictionary
- bland -
yet a necessity.
It's possible I could have
the flavour of receipts,
spit me out,
get your money back –
it won't affect your
Perhaps I'd be
a top-shelf magazine –
an addictive tang kept as a treat.
Maybe you'd trace
as if I were the icing of a sonnet.
If I were written,
I wonder if you'd try me
SuicideMom I love youSuicide12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't blame it on yourself
Dad forgive me
I couldn't ask for help
Sis don't hate me
For leaving you alone
Take my picture
Off the table by the phone
It never belonged there anyway
This happy family was broken
Long before I left it anyway
I don't expect you to understand
Just why it was that I couldn't stay
I know you can't hear me
But I'm writing this for you
It is my last punk song
Telling you my life is through
It's okay to hate me
Just don't miss me when I'm gone
Cuz I don't deserve it
When I have done so much wrong
I never belonged here anyway
This happy family was broken
Long before I left it anyway
I don't expect you to understand
Just why it was that I couldn't stay
TDI 2: Chapter 4(recap by Chris Mclean.)TDI 2: Chapter 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Last time, on Total Drama Island, we got to meet our 25 campers, three of which were brand new. The new guys were put on an independent team and stayed at my awesome mansion. However, one of them, Gabe, has already started to have problems with three of the campers, namely Ezekiel, Heather and Duncan, as seen during his reactions to their insults. After the campers met each other, they hung out for a while before we put them into teams. After that, we literally dove into our first challenge, as the campers were asked to jump off the 1,000 foot cliff. In the end, the Screaming Gophers won with no chickens whatsoever and the Killer Bass sent DJ packing. Tough break, buddy! So what will happen this week? Will Heather and Gabe's hatred reach a breaking point? Will Duncan ever stop picking on Harold? And will Izzy and Owen go beyond first base?