Like Twilight? Don't Read.After walking out of the Twilight movie (an adaptation of a best-selling book that resulted in a cult following of fangirls, teenies and wannabe Mrs. Edward Cullens) I was struck with a horrendous and barely comprehendible thought.Like Twilight? Don't Read.5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Vampires are we know them have ceased to exist.
Gone are the days where supernatural creatures of the night wore long capes, hid fangs, got staked and were deathly scared of a common kitchen ingredient. Goodbye Dracula, you were great while you lasted.
Now they fall in love with teenage girls, act severely bipolar, kill fuzzy little cute animals that are completely innocent, and even sparkle in the sun, just like an ADD kids collection of shiny objects.
So, this movie, you may wonder. If its based on a book that has girls screaming around the world and boys wanting to rip their own brains out through their nostrils, it must be good, right?
You could not be more wrong.
I seriously cannot stress how completely wrong you are.
Fred + George Weasley AnalysisFred + George Weasley Analysis6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Fred & George: A Short Character Analysis
Right, so first off I'm a big fan of the twins: both twins, not just Fred. I've always appreciated both as separate characters and I've never really understood how so many people never picked up on their differences. So I decided to do what I do best - RANT (wayhey!). Keep in mind this is just my own opinion based on what I've read in books 1-7.
In the first place it's important to know and understand the twins' differences, especially if you're writing a story that puts particular focus on them. Yes, both twins are bonkers, fun-loving, flirtatious, stubborn and lest we forget both in the possession of a razor sharp wit. The books may describe them as identical right down to the last freckle, but this doesn't mean that they are one hundred percent identical in personality - no twins are. In fact, if Fred and George were the same they wouldn't make such a good team. Fred and George are a perfect double act and in any double act you
Creepy Pasta: Friends?Let me begin by stating I don't believe in magic. It is simply a variation of illusions and the trick of the hand. For I am a girl of science, one that believes almost anything can be explained through logic. Reason I say almost is because something happened...something even I can't figure out. Now before you close this note, and get on with your own life, let me repeat that I only list the facts and the facts go like this...Creepy Pasta: Friends?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a quiet, sublime morning, which was a near impossible task in my household. Had it not been for the fact, my siblings were off, whether at work or studying at institutes, the home would have been a buzz of chatter and life. Yet the peace did little to stifle my unsettling nerves that creped along the vertebrate of my spine. I took to work automatically, eating a simple meal of cereal with a plastic spoon.
ElphabaIt never mattered what I saidElphaba10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nor did it matter what I did
Just as long as I fit the Description
I was forced to play the bad girl
Look at me and all my good deeds
Everything done for a noble cause
Never once did I aim to please
I only did what was truly right
Who are you not to see my soul
But then again don't even look
Nothing said will change your mind
About if there is evil in my heart
My ways are not what you follow
Never your bright and cheery means
By my methods I can say are honest
Unlike yours which aim to please
dear depression,(master of the umbra)dear depression,2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hate you.
broken whispers, lonely promises,
you are the worst of lovers, owning all, but
never seeming to be satisfied
even with your name branded scarlet into my wrists.
i am no longer the golden songbird as when you first met me,
you still hang onto me
raking across my heart like
my pen ripping across the bloodstained page, like
lightning across the skies, (vengeance
raining down from the gods i used to believe in)
"don't let them catch you,"
you breathed into my ears.
an ounce of life, in exchange for a cloak of darkness (i thought i'd only stay one night)
the fog was sluggish and deep.
so blinded, I hid
in the shelter you offered me
(i still hear those echoes)
my rib cages are my prison bars, my heart bound by these chains...
you chopped off my wings and left bleeding stumps
and told me i was never bound for the skies.
(shattered glass, lifeless eyes)
Set me free.
Starry NightI look out my windowStarry Night6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and into the night.
I see all the stars
burning so bright.
As I gaze from afar,
I think to myself
'How elegant is that star!'
I turn from the window
and out the door
to get a better view
to look out ashore.
A sea of stars
floods the night sky.
I look out in amazement
and say "Oh my!"
I see each star
burning ever so brightly
and I wonder to myself
why I don't do this nightly.
I sit for hours and hours
and gaze up at the sky,
then they went out one by one
and I wondered why.
The night had turned to dawn
and I looked once more at the sky.
I saw the last star
and waved good-bye.
dear friend,dear friend,dear friend,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm sitting in math class again with the teacher who tried to kill herself last year. i can't concentrate because all i can hear are hearts beating and it irritates me because i know that none of them are mine. my stomach's shaking on the inside from the pills i took this morning. it kind of feels like i'm floating on a cloud that's being anchored to the ground. it's hard to get up and move around because my head starts spinning all over again. it must be the alcohol. it's hard to describe what it's like living without feeling anything but feeling everything at the same time. i wish i could tell you, but the sirens are making it awfully hard to hear myself think.
i've been sitting here for quite a while now with my hands underneath my legs. i picked myself apart again and the doctors said they're getting sick of putting me back together. now all i can do is stare at the walls that only talk about suicide and bruised skin. i guess that makes me a wall. a
Chasing the moonThe sun chases the moonChasing the moon3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the sky bears the signs
whispered are the words
of once forgotten times
I stare into the eyes
of the one I hold so dear
A picture saved, but so far from here
the dream a memory and gone away
I wish for the future
Where we can be close again
No more the loneliness trapped within
I'll dream of tomorrow
To bring you here today
Follow the stars lead
I'll show you the way
i'm falling like snow.1.i'm falling like snow.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've been sitting here with empty nothings in my head, trying to figure out the words to tell you how sorry i am, but my tongue won't untie its' knots. i've been scratching and clawing my way through the wall i've put up between you and me. my fingers are bleeding and i can't seem to stop, but i'm giving up, and you should too.
i'm just a walking ghost of past disappointments and glistening scars that never seem to fully heal. i want you to enfold me in the cracks and forget about me forever, forget about the night we kissed under the stars and how i told you i'd keep you from drowning. i've been treading water for the past seven years now, i can't drag you down with me any longer.
i feel like a child. do you remember when we were in mrs. kane's class in fourth grade? that's when i first met you, we had a fake wedding outside at the playground and we had emily and zack be our ring bearers. it's kind of sad, really, how much we've changed. i wish we could have stayed 10 forever
Dear FredDear FredDear Fred3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Mum suggested I write you this letter, told me it would make me feel better. I don't see how because you can't see it and I won't get to see your reaction to it, but I don't have anything to lose, so here we are.
It's been a year since you died. Everything is still the same, but somehow, it feels different. The joke shop is still as strong as it was with you here. Ron is helping me out but the little git doesn't appreciate my jokes and ideas as much as you did.
I miss you so much, Fred. I keep thinking about how I never got to say my final good-bye to you and tell you how much I love you. I do love you. I hope you knew that even though we never said it much to each other. Or anyone else.
I'm struggling. I'm not going to lie to you, Fred. I pretend like I am okay, I laugh, I joke around, but my heart is still hurting. I want to hug you, pull pranks with on Ron and Hermione when they start snogging, to hear you again. I pray every night hoping your having fun with Tonks, encour
Born a TraitorBorn a Traitor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Born A Traitor
From birth he has been a traitor, having betrayed nature itself, and now he was about to betray the only family he had left. After this he would have no one. His only allies would be the dark shadow he called a Master and the dark side itself.
The engines of his gunship were humming peacefully. The calm before the storm, as it was called. There were at least twenty Clone Troopers in the ship with him. They were relatively quiet, checking their gear and rechecking it. Or were they? They could be conspiring against him at this very moment, plotting to kill him the moment he turned his back on them.
All beings were capable of betrayal in his dark eyes.
"Commander?" He called silently. "A word with you, if you please."
The blue-armored clone made his way through the crowd of soldiers and crouched in front of his superior, who had sat down in a corner, pitch-black robe covering him almost entirely. The Commander seemed alert, left hand on his holstere
Liar"you can't break that which isn't yours...i'm not my own...it's not my choice."Liar4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fall before you in millions
of perfectly edged facets.
they only reflect what they see.
I guess it's my fault you can't
stand to look into all those
parts of broken mirror.
I ran out of tape a long time ago.
Can someone please
lend me a piece?
I Want To Protect YouI want to protect youI Want To Protect You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keep you away from pain and suffering
I want to protect you
From those that hurt you
From those that think it fun
To torment you
And to humiliate you
I want to protect you
From being alone
Feeling left out and deserted
I want to protect you
From the hatred of others
I want to save you
From the years of torture
And the years of isolation
I want to protect you
I want to save you
I want to love you
But will you let me?
MusicHe stepped up to his mic, shading his eyes against the glare of the multicolour lights and dispersed laser flares. You can't see much when you're on stage looking out. Everything is just a dark silhouette. You can't really hear much either. Everything is roaring and reverberating but once you step into that light it becomes nothing, just background static.Music10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He checked his gear one last time, lightly touching each piece, checking that everything was in its place: the cold metal control dials, the smooth rubber jack, the metal boxes attached to his belt, routers, modifiers, amps, the wire running cold up his back to the almost invisible earphones. The crowd was quiet now, it seemed, but he knew that wasn't true. The crowd was as loud as it ever was, but he didn't hear them. Somewhere in the back of his head he could hear the four staccato clicks of the drum sticks, and somewhere far away the speakers roared to life, but he didn't hear any of it. In the corner of his eye he could see the l
Band GeekismBand Geekism:Band Geekism8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
-It's alien abductions.
-It's pondering the existence of football.
-It's going to football games for free.
-It's pins and t-shirts.
-It's just a jump to the left with your hands on your hips.
-It's your first experience with Astroturf.
-It's sleeping in the lockers.
-It's crying for the seniors your freshman year.
-It's always being accepted.
-It's finding ways to entertain yourself.
-It's 4,000 screaming fans.
-It's mile runs to get to a bathroom.
-It's lame sing-alongs.
-It's roller coasters and water rides.
-It's a zoo.
-It's hair, hats, and nails.
-It's the bus rides.
-It's living in the band room.
-It's the gloves.
-It's hyperventilating, then hypo-ventilating.
-It's prank calls.
-It's glow sticks.
-It's cheering for the rival.
-It's wearing a blanket.
-It's early mornings and late nights.
-It's Pixy Stix.
-It's Mountain Dew and Skittles.
-It's bringing Mountain due on the bus.
-It's all for one and one for all.
-It's playing dress-up.
Closet FreakShe's a weekend masochistCloset Freak4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A closet freak
She wants someone to steal her heart
Rip it to pieces with jagged nails and calloused fingers
She dreams of skin laced with fresh pink scars and newly raised skin
She thinks the most beautiful eyes are those bloodshot from crying symphonies
She holds her breath driving through tunnels and prays that one day one tunnel will be one car length too long
I tried to save her with soft touches, satin words, and healing embraces
but her eyes lit up when my skin became mottled with green-grey bruises and my cheeks were flushed from struggling to breathe
She was a raging storm thunderclapping upon every exposed desire and every bare fantasy
She never looked more alive than when I was fading away on the living room floor
kerosene and lightsi am sure, my dear,kerosene and lights5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if you were given the chance
you would cover the world in gasoline,
your clothes reeking,
your hands slick,
and then you would light a cigarette,
casually, leaning against the wall,
your eyes dark.
you would stop at smoking it, though,
because youd always hated
the black taste of it
even when it was on someone elses tongue,
and anyways you would rather rebel
with more class.
you would look up into the sky,
and the blue would overwhelm you.
you would turn your face up,
seeking the sun because
heat is life, and
maybe it might have saved you.
your face would be wet
with gasoline or sweat or tears,
but even the tears would not be
enough to stop you
from throwing the cigarette
ComatoseI wish I were comatoseComatose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somewhere out of existence
Where I would no longer have to think
This life has become blurred
What is right?
What is wrong?
How do I sooth the pain?
Why does it always come back?
The depressed haze
I need a hand to hold
And a sweet word whispered in my ear
But it never comes
It doesn't seek me out
And I seem unable to take it
Always I stop myself
For whatever reason
Thinking I could never have it
Or denying myself what I know I could
Destined to be alone
Life is simple that way
I've gotten use to being numb
I can live there longer
Make me comatose
So it's easier to bear
StereotypeEmo.Punk.Preppy.Gangster.Player.Pimp.RockStar.Stereotype6 years ago in Open More Like This
RamblingsI sit listening to a butterflies heartbeat a silent reminder I'm not completely goneRamblings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My head held high buy a balloon filled with anti-depressant kisses.
So much for a rescue
My stuffing shakes lose, small fragments rain around me like a lacey shower
Look at me liquefy, a bacteria in a sample of millions burn me 'till the shrieking stops
So much for being stitched closed
The Christmas lights inside this skeleton, pulsating to imitate a life,
A false heart beat powered by the toxic waste leaking from my veins
watch the blood seep from the skulls empty eyes
So much for fixing the clock work
A murder in a vegetable garden, tomatoes water with the blood of innocence
Dirt under my fingernails the only reminder of last nights crime
Forgotten so easily with the oxy-cotton sugar dripping from the leaking faucet
So much for taping those holes shut
The letters of the alphabet tumble from my mouth as I scream at a German manikin
My only friend sense all the others preferred the kiss of
Orochimaru's Angst. Really.Orochimaru's Angst (Really.)Orochimaru's Angst. Really.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN. LIKE, AT ALL. SO DON'T SUE! SERIOUSLY! NARUTO AND ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO THAT ONE GUY WHO CREATED THEM WHOSE NAME I CANNOT REMEMBER FOR CRAP. Kay.
I learn all this Jutsu shit, just to prove to people I'm not just that kid with the freak toad pervert kid and the genius sensei. And that superficial, hemophobic, cashless bitch.
And then, I get my ass handed to me, my ownage plans blown up in my face, plus my arms get all fucked up all in the same day. What the fuck?
And, since life is a bitch, I'm here. Angsting. Typing this with my fucking tongue. Kabuto, shut the fuck up. You were typing with cheetos dust on your fingers again; I can taste it. Kabuto, shut the fuck up! It isn't fucking funny!
And you! Fucking Konohagakure! Douchbags. Oh, and note to those three useless fucking ANBU jerkoffs who were waiting outside my barrier? Yeah?