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
Crushed HaikuI am feeling crushedCrushed Haiku9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like a bed spring caught beneath
a very fat man
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.
Toilet HumourThere is something to be said for graffiti found in toilet cubicles. And I mean real toilet graffiti, not just the uninspired tags that rebellious teenagers scribble across walls. Real graffiti that has absolutely no artistic merit (that stuff is saved for the bus interchanges), and is usually witty. Mostly wryly-observed commentary about today's social standards.Toilet Humour10 years ago in General More Like This
That, or toilet humour. But it's understandable.
To tell you the truth, though, I think graffiti has been going downhill since the '80s. Oh, sure, street art has flourished, but it seems nowadays that people are quite happy to bitch about the world's problems in public, instead of saving them for a quiet moment in the public loo with a permanent marker.
But, if we're being serious here for a moment, it's rather pathetic the obsession I have with graffiti in public toilets. I'm a 20-something who thinks that toilet humour is funny. I don't actually vandalise myself (I'm much too respectable for that) but the witticism
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!
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
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
War: Battle for Meekrob - Ch 1War: Battle for Meekrob - Ch 15 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
The Deviant's DictionaryThe Deviant's Dictionary11 years ago in Humor More Like This
$- A title that commands respect, such as "Sir," "Duke," or "Bass Master." Also: ', @, ^, #, %, and +
Adoptee- A subspecies of deviant, which attach themselves to larger predators, much like remoras or temporary tattoos.
Anime- One of the most thriving, fastest-growing religions in the world today.
Avatar- The tiny, tiny window in the computer screen, though which a deviant may look at the outside world.
Community- A safe haven where like minds can gather, free from the prying and oppressive eyes of the outside world, to talk about how sexy Jack Sparrow is.
Constructive criticism- Any comment that does not involve the words "dood," "teh," "poop" or "gay." Any replies made to constructive criticism will contain all four.
Dark Art- Pictures of various pale women with too much eye makeup. May or may not be bleeding from somewhere.
Deviant- Once thought to exist only in myth, the wild deviant has recently been found thriving in variou
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.
PinkieDash. The Crash Part 1.Pinkie/Dash. The Crash, Part 1.PinkieDash. The Crash Part 1.5 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
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
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.
Anarchy and democracyAnarchyAnarchy and democracy9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Anarchy: a political system with no hierarchy, that is, no-one has any greater power than anyone else, and consequently no-one oppresses anyone else.
For some reason, people think this means chaos, confusion, and probably a lot of violence. Nothing could be further from the truth: violence is an extreme example of someone oppressing someone else, of exhibiting their greater power. Chaos and confusion? Maybe, if that can exist without violence and oppression!
Anarchy as thus defined might not work, of course, but that's a different question – and without trying it, it's very hard to know whether it would work or not.
Whether democracy works is another question. It's arguable that democracy has never really been tried, either, but insofar as it has been tried, it doesn't seem to work very well. It certainly seems to produce a lot of that chaos and confusion that people associate with their idea of what anarchy is – and a lot of violence, too.
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
PinkieDash. Empty Without You.Pinkie/Dash: Empty Without You. All MLP FIM characters belong to Lauren Faust.PinkieDash. Empty Without You.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(I was inspired to write this, by the AMV Rainbow Dash x Pinkie Pie All the Things She said. As well as the fanfic 'The Party Never Ended.' Each owned by their respective authors, if my fanfic isn't very good or seems similar to them, it's not deliberate, please be nice as this is my first ever fan fiction, and was written when I was meant to be studying. )
The party was wrapping up, food was being scraped off plates into rubbish bins, empty sarsaparilla bottles and paper cupcake holders were picked up and disposed of. The guests slowly trotted out of the front door, shouting their goodbyes to their friends and congratulating Pinkie on yet another brilliant party. Pinkie held the door open with a brilliant smile, every bit the perfect party host, until at last the final guest, Twilight, trotted out of the front door and turned to the pink pony holding it.
"Great party Pinkie! A shame Rainbow Dash didn't turn
Congratulations Rainbow Dash, You're the new SpikeCongratulations Rainbow Dash, You're the new Spike4 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
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.
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
Pony-Tales! LyricsPony-Tales! Lyrics4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Life is like a party here in pony-ville
Race-ponies, magic, pegasus - it's a pony-blur
We might solve a problem or go see Bonbon
Tales of Daring-do, bad and good luck tales, oo-oo
D-d-d-danger, watch behind you - there's a vilain out to find you
What to do? Just grab onto some Pony-Tales, oo-oo!
Not girly-tails but manly-tails. Oh, Pony-Tales, oo-oo!
When it seems they're headed for the final curtain
the Sonic-RainBoom never fails, that's for certain
The worst of messes become successes!
Tales of Daring-do, bad and good luck tales, oo-oo
Not girly-tails but manly-tails. Oh, Pony-Tales, oo-oo!
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
If I were writtenIf I were written,If I were written11 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
blowing shit up for dummiesblowing shit up for dummies6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So you want to blow something up- wether it's a spur of the moment decision, or a life long dream, we're all working towards a similar goal. This book will help teach you the delicate art of destruction using many different medias, such as fireworks, matches, dynamite, clay, potassium chlorate, combustive atoms of any type, any form of antimatter, and much more!
Chapter 1: Explosions
There are many types of explosions, each having their own category of explosives. Using the right explosives is extremely important- you wouldn't want to use an atomic bomb to blow up your school, would you? No, you'd definitely want something more powerful. Here are the categories:
Small explosions: Little explosions for jokes, fun, and the occasional assassination. Nice and subtle.
- Mento's and Coke
- fire crackers
- lighter and a fat guy who just ate at Taco Bell*
- an explosive tag
*(Very useful media, and comes in all sizes.)
Medium explosions: Your average ex