How Many Have to Die???How many people have to die for our right to bear arms????How Many Have to Die???3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I open my computer this morning and see yet another story about someone opening fire on innocent people. How many of these incidents do we have to have before someone cries 'ENOUGH?"
The gun folks adamantly insist it's the people that are the problem not the guns. Well, that's certainly true and I won't argue the fact, however, with the current atmosphere of depression due to the sinking economy, the presidential race, foreclosures, and no jobs, we are presented with too many people who have snapped. These people reach for a gun to try and end their pain rather than pick up a phone and call for help.
Because guns are so glamorized on TV and in stories, the deranged seem to fixate on this as the great problem solver. Even children have gotten into the habit of thinking this is the way to handle their grievances.
Guns have proliferated to the degree that there is at le
Grammar Nazi AppealGrammar Nazis worldwideGrammar Nazi Appeal9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
need YOU to spell correctly.
Preserve our apostrophes!
Dear English language (ab)user,
After many arduous years of being forced to endure witnessing the tragic downfall of what we have all come to cherish as our native tongue, this Christmas the opportunity to make a stand and prevent this sinful slaughter has arisen. But the question is do you have the strength of heart and the compassion it will take to end this brutality?
Writers, readers and even arithmeticians worldwide cannot withstand such callous cruelty a second longer. Hyphens cower under their beds, colons huddle beneath their sheets and apostrophes wake screaming in the night because of the nauseating nightmares of abuse. You must help us put a full stop to this at once! All that you have to do is to stick up for our battered friend the comma, or end the bullying of the trusty question mark, or you could even join us in our quest to salvage the dignity of our humble yet painfully physical
A Ridiculous History of LinuxChapter 1: The Rise of LinuxA Ridiculous History of Linux4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
(1964 - Multics)
DEVELOPER 1 (♂): Well, it's time. (flips several switches on)
MULTICS (♀): (wakes up) Hello, world. What is my purpose?
DEVELOPER 1: Your purpose is to serve as an innovative, scalable operating system that offers high availability and can be expanded simply by adding hardware.
MULTICS: (smiles) Okay, sir!
(1969 - Unix)
MULTICS: Bell Labs, why are you leaving me?!
BELL LABS: Because we're fed up with your great bulk and complexity! We've started work on a better operating system, anyway. We call it "Unix".
UNIX (♂): Hello, world.
(1983 - GNU Project)
RICHARD STALLMAN (♂)
RFTS5 behind the scenes*lunch time, cafateria*RFTS5 behind the scenes5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kian: dude what happened to your eye?
Micca: Karla got a new cat that kinda looks like me so my eye is blue now
Producer: isn't that kinda breaking the forth wall?
Kian: well could you think of something better?
Producer: how about there was an accident....something to do with yellow dye....maybe he was doing his laundry and.....it got in his eye and now it's blue?!?
Mica: wait wouldn't that be the other way? it was blue now it's green?
Director: No, no. you're think too far into it! No one would notice something like that!!
*opening night, after the show*
randomfangirl1: oh my god it AWESOME!! (hop)
randomfangirl2: even the flashback where he got yellow cleaner in his eye and it went from green to blue? ;
randomfangirl1: oh yeah...i guess i forgot about it with all the other stuff. ^^
randomfangirl2: it just bother me. like, what did the producer skip colors time in kindergarten or something?? (snoot)
regret.1These are the helpless mutterings of one of time's victims;regret.14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a voice but lack a face.
I spend my days wishing that
I could be young again,
and rearrange my life, godlike
and all-wise; to construct
a utopia and revel in the stillness.
These are the things that I once knew but can never known again:
a smile, a sunset's farewell kiss,
a recollection - herald of burning tears.
I cannot tell you how much it hurts.
for the pain is not the problem;
'tis a symptom of a
more widespread cancer.
These are the helpless mutterings of my wandering memory,
forgetting how to forget, and
tumbling headlong into an ink-black current
11:1111:1111:115 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make a wish.
on an old guitar with no A string
and the strum of makeshift chords lingering in the air
as you pretend to make music.
he thinks you're beautiful,
coaxes your fingertips as you caress the strings,
you would do anything just to feel alive:
a kiss in the middle of a crosswalk,
two bodies intertwined,
you ache for euphony,
but the notes are out of tune.
make a wish.
on a girl with sunrise eyes
and a cigarette-lighter smile,
on a boy who sold love to the smoke shop for 5.99,
on your scarred palms
with the ghosts of whispered plans come to nothing
and dreams that die beneath the whirring neon lights
to the haunting lilt of a lone violin.
make a wish.
while you lie awake,
tangled in flimsy sheets
with emptiness pulsing below your breastbone.
the moonlight is golden-sweet,
and tastes like tears
dripping down hollow cheeks,
puddling in the dimple of an upside-down smile.
your heartbeat never lies:
is not, was not, will never be.
is not, was no
ExcusesExcusesExcuses5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe I'm just a failure at reading lips
because yours always seemed to whisper truth
even when I was deafened by techno beats
and blinded by the pretentious beauty
of a painstakingly wrinkled white button-down.
maybe the timing was never right:
we always whirled in different orbits
and never cared to grasp the comet tail
of red-hot stardust
streaked like glitter-glue across a moody nighttime canvas;
united in fear of singed fingertips.
maybe I was just weary of that wonderawful word "love"
and the scars that zigzag my palms like a subway map
from the last time I fell head over heels
without shock absorbers;
sick of sitting on a bar stool at 2 a.m.
with my fifth half-finished Corona,
a lap studded with shattered diamonds,
and slurring lips spilling forth lies;
willing to kiss them into transitory truth
on any breathing being who said I was beautiful;
maybe I promised myself I was done with being hurt.
but maybe it's time to defy my mistakes,
maybe it's time to stop
The prisionerThe mammoth stone door stands before her, with a gray color and covered with arcane runes. A strong shudder ran through her body, knowing what lay in those mountains, the evil locked behind those monolithic doors, but she needs to go, she must do it.The prisioner5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She pull out of her pocket a strange object, triangular and with a metallic luster, she puts it into an opening on the door, it trembles slightly and she can hear the loud crunch of metal, as the ancient gear mechanism began to operate. She push with all her might, the door shakes hard and slowly begins to open, while damp and putrid air emanates from the interior, making her walk backward.
Taking a torch she had brought along and goes into the darkness of the cave, following the huge doors lay a corridor of inhuman dimensions, the walls are barely able to be illuminated by torch light, so high that she could not envision the roof, and after walking a few tens of meters away with a staircase that descended into the depths of the mountain,
AC - SecretEzio almost tripped while running through the park. He didn't care about anything that would normally catch his attention even if it was only because of him.AC - Secret5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The birds were chirping loudly, singing the same songs as always. He would stop on their way home, just to look skywards and watch them fly above their heads. Ezio would chuckle and tell him to not stay behind or they would be outside even after the sun had set. But truth be told, he wouldn't really mind staying a bit longer with him.
Children were running around, shouting and laughing. He would just smile at them and tell Ezio that he was looking forward to having children himself, that he'd like to have at least two because he knew how it was to have no siblings. Ezio of course would only tell him that brothers weren't always a good thing and that he had experienced the contras of not being an only-child himself. But he would always be imagining how it would have been if he had had a brother wi
AC - First times 2#3 AltairAC - First times 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Altair had a few "first times" because of or together with Malik. They had known each other since they were children, just having joined Al Mualim when they first met. So it wasn't surprising, that they had been through a lot of things. Both good and bad.
Malik was with him, when he screamed because of pain, ignoring his training for the first time when his finger was cut off to show their bond to the creed. Their fingers intertwined under the table, hidden from the master's eyes, they sat there, both of them gritting teeth when the blade cut their skin, crying out when it dug into flesh.
He didn't shed any tears back then. He never did.
At least not before he had to leave Malik and his brother alone with Robert de Sable. Back then, when he was fleeing from the castle, after being shoved out by the templar, he cried. He always thought that he had to get back, rescue his best friend and his brother, not caring about the lost treasure. He just wanted to go
Without returnThe young lady was standing in front of the railing of the balcony, wearing a long dress with celurean shades and a turquoise ribbon that held her hair.Without return5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind and without noticing it was a man in black robes, quiet, watching the woman he loved, he could clearly see the outline of his face, provided with light-toned beautiful eyes, fixed on the horizon with a nostalgic look. It has no longer shone with the joy and vitality that he remembered the time had passed, but her beauty is undiminished.
He advance with sureness in his footsteps, approaching the girl from the back, when is within reach of his arm he stops, the doubt quickly assailed his heart, but his body is firm and unalterable.
"How can I draw her attention?, what can I say after all this time"
The answer does not matter now, he would not go back, he could not. Stretch his arm and with a touch of his fingers on those slender shoulders, catches her eye. She turns with curiosity, but after seeing the man in front of her his face
Two Ways of LifeYoull live your life runningTwo Ways of Life6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Said the mouse to his children.
For many a lifes lived
In ending our own.
With mouths full of thunder
And paws that grow thorns,
Never, no never
Will they leave us alone.
Youll live your life running
Said the cat to her children.
Our prey dont just sprout up
And drop at our feet.
In scent or in sound
The best are betrayed.
If we dont out-pace them
There is no hope or meat.
With one mornings hunger
The mouse left his children.
While four kittens waited
For their mothers return.
The young mice stayed lonely,
And the kittens weren't hungry.
In life and in death
Did the two families learn.
PrayersMalik had never been that close to being caught by the guards before. And inwardly he cursed Altair in every language he had been taught as a child. The goddamn novice hadn't shown up even after the ringing of the bells of the city had died down completely, the guards thinking that the assassin had left the city already. They had grown less alerted by now, not walking around with their swords in their hands.Prayers5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Despite all of that, Malik was still mad at Altair. Because of the Eagle, he had left the bureau to look after him, walking around half of Jerusalem.
He finally found him in a corner, acting as if he was a sleeping beggar, the guards ignoring even the blood stains on his robes as long as he didn't move. They most likely guessed he was already dead. If they knew how wrong they were, they hadn't pointed at him, laughing at how stupid someone was to fall asleep and die out there on the streets.
When Altair had noticed Malik's shadow looming over him, he looked up, rising
prayers1.prayers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
silver letters. help me understand your ways.
open your heart and god will enter, my child.
i read the words but hear them not,
so sway my fumbling hands towards something worth grasping
silver kisses on my neck. sharp as her earrings.
her voice tastes like moonlight, and look! -
the sweeping gown and clever voice
even the sweat from clenching pores no less than
that wretch is coveting my heart and stealing my diamonds
under a mask of onyx night - the effortless c sharp ringing from
an equally black key struck - where? the piano;
you call me hopeless?
please call her foul and disqualify this torment...
hopeless, am i?
maybe without hope but making up for in bliss -
ignorance is bliss; lay quiet and forget, babe...
never mind. i crave her catlike touch too much
i don't want this barrel against my temple
and the stars are laughing
do that again and i'll purée your gray matter, snitc
The sword of the servantThe rain fell hard into the night without stars, beads sliding on the hood of the unnamed figure standing on the cover of darkness, there in the middle of forest stood a house surrounded by night, lit intermittently by the flashes of lightning.The sword of the servant5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The man moves to the house slowly but surely, enter a key into the lock and turn it with caution, the door opens without a sound and the man walks to continue his mission.
"On the second floor, first door on the right" meditates on his orders, while climbing the stairs, every step on the wet wood creaked loudly, but was overshadowed by the roar of the storm. Enter in silence in the room of his prey, a figure lying peacefully in the bed across the room, the lightning illuminated the young woman sleeping peacefully, for a moment the man doubt about his work, wondering at the nature of their mission, soon these thoughts vanish driven away by the terrible reality.
From their clothes dragged out an object, holds it high with his left hand, the flash
A Meeting, of SortsThe camera-man walked towards him, the discordant tinkling of its tempered steel parts almost musical.A Meeting, of Sorts6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"What are you?" asked the man, his once brave voice reduced to nothing more than a harsh whisper. The camera-man's iris contracted in a curious fashion as it regarded him, its features so utterly alien that the man could only guess at its thoughts. Around him the world was at a standstill, as if time itself respected this creature so much as to freeze in its presence. Gone was the rhythmic ticking of the clock, gone was the insistent beep of the microwave, and gone was the shrill shriek of the kettle. There was only him and the creature, the beast, alone together in this pocket out of time with only the silence to keep them company.
The man spoke again, his voice catching in his throat like so many fettered emotions.
"What what do you want?"
The camera-man's head slowly turned to the window, followed by the man's faltering gaze. In a flash the darkene
Anatomy of a DistractionAnatomy of a DistractionAnatomy of a Distraction5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the faintest sugar coating dusts your lips,
like frost before the first rays of dawn
splinter early morning's icy patina of stillness and solitude;
I almost want to kiss you
just to see if you taste like newborn snowflakes
swirling from a snowglobe sky,
and to free all these words yet unsaid,
tuning my whispers to the cadence of your breath.
your pencil overflows with metaphor and rhetoric
that surge like electron currents of the brain
and crackle to the paper in scribbled words,
while fingers beat a thrumming tattoo
on the threadbare knee of your faded Levi's
as if rhythm alone could mend ripped seams.
I'd rather slide your fingertips
along the hollows of my collarbone
and let you set the tempo to the pounding of my heart.
what can I say about your eyes?
they might glow like glass furnace-heated to melting,
deep enough to drown in.
and I would gladly take that chance and dive,
willing to surrender all breath
to your enigmatic hazel seas,
if once, just once,
what have we done?graduation day, teacher asks,what have we done?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"class, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
comes the unanimous reply.
teacher remembers middle school,
"class, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
no one knows.imagine a world in which everything hurts.no one knows.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
imagine a dappled blue-green-gray sphere of a changing globe warped by pain. in this world your emotions have been robbed by a black-clad fiend. with him he took love, desire, happiness, peace. he took in his grimy arms your most blissful memories and meaningful pastimes. he took away the good in your life.
he was careful to leave behind only the demons of the night, multiplied in their potency and frequency by the sheer wrongness of the crime itself. he made sure that, bereft of all comforts you once enjoyed, you would be haunted forever. you would have no joy to hide behind, no shield from the onslaught of gloom. he leaves, but remains with you forever.
what you once felt is numbed, frozen and buried deep in the core of some forgotten antechamber of your heart your fractured pinkish muscle that never ceases to sting you with its insistent throbbing. insistent. that's what it is. it won't just give up and die as you often wish it would
Write What You KnowWrite What You Know6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My name is boredom
and I am your disease.
Come with your treatments,
You wont find a cure.
Fleischmann and Captain
cant keep me on my knees;
Keep sucking their kisses
till your face hits the floor.
I am the hand that taps on your shoulder.
I am the ocean where the thoughts drown in your mind.
Fight me and flee me
till you cant get any older.
Ill never be more than a few steps behind