Last Chances, Heart BreakerAutumn;Last Chances, Heart Breaker6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When he wakes up, everything is dark. After a few minutes, things start coming into view, blurry. He can hear a rapid rush as air moves in ragged, heavy breaths into his lungs. As his senses slowly return, he can feel that hes laying half on concrete, and half on something hard, yet unsteady. He can smell garbage, mixed with the left-over scent of stale alcohol and cigarettes. Then, suddenly, everything hurts.
He almost cries out, but his throat is dry, and produces no sound. He curls in on himself, but that doesnt help, just makes the pain worse. Blackness swirls in front of his eyes again, but he takes a few deep breaths, and manages to stumble to his feet. He still has his cell phone, wallet, and money. Grabbing a cab crosses his mind, but at this hour, it would be faster to walk.
His legs almost give out on him when he starts walking, but he balances against a wall, and doesnt go down. He ends up limping most of the way. He wasnt far to begin
youcanbreathnowJune 4th, 2005youcanbreathnow6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was late, again, but I didn’t mind. He was always off in his own world, and it was something I understood. I didn’t care that I was standing in a growing puddle that the hem of my jeans was soaking up. I didn’t mind that my hair was matted to my face and my clothes were clinging to my skin, heavy with rain water. It had been cold at first, but the longer I stood in the torrential downpour, the more used to it I became. It didn’t take all that long for my shivering to cease.
He’s always been late to things his whole life, unless there was someone to manage time for him. Sometimes I wondered if time even meant anything to him, if he ever noticed it passing by, or if it was just a minor inconvenience that he’d rather pay no mind to. That’s just how he was, focused on his goals and little else. Eating, sleeping, even bathing were things that if I wasn’t there, he would avoid them because they hindered his processes and inter
A Reluctant Slave - 80A Reluctant Slave - 803 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You know I do not believe you realise how lucky you are."
It was the next day and Lucy found herself in the presence of Gregori, alone in one of the main social rooms. It was designed to look like Iann, with paintings of sunlight and meadows for the vampires to enjoy the false sun that the chandelier acted as. However there was red contrasting with the beautiful colours; the ground was almost littered in dead humans.
"Are you even listening to me?"
Lucy blinked but focused back on the other vampire. She had drifted off when he had started to talk about how wonderful her life was for the third time. Although the vampire appeared to be mostly harmless she knew that it was far from the case as she studied his deep, brown tinted crimson eyes, "I was just admiring the...décor." Gregori's eyes flashed around them, taking in their surroundings as he lazily reclined against one of the sofas. He gave a fanged smirk.
"I sense sarcasm in your voice and I thought you would admire this futuri
Black AngelIt is darkBlack Angel4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In heaven is no Light
Death angels are flying around the world
My heart is so black
blood is flowing every where
I can see
There is no hope
That anyone can hear
I am screamin'
I can't decide
What I have to do
Why is it so dificult
Pain is filling my eyes
I can not feel any love
It is so cold around me now
Black feathers are fallin'
On the ground
Hate is flowin'in my vains
I can't decide
What I have to do
Why is it so dificult
Can you not see
I want to die
I can not do this anymore
But I am undeath
I have to live forever
But there is one way
You can stop me
One way to stop my pain
One way to wrake all the death ones
I have killed
Please, kill me, please
If you do not
I can not do it by my self
Only to stop the pain
And the hate
And the tears
Please stop me
Please kill me, cause
I can't decide
What I have to do
Why is it so dificult
I can't decide
What I have to do
I want to die...
Bleeding HeroHow can I explain my feelings to you? My bitter, tarnished love, how it burns in my throat like too much soda. How I hate that I love you more than you know. But I love you all the same.Bleeding Hero5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am the burnt-out streetlight under the falling night sky. The fleeting joy of a balloon that slips away to the clouds. And I'm sick of band-aids that don't work, I'm sick of being the bleeding hero.
Don't you realize what I'm worth? You dropped me like a penny on the street corner and everything went black. I gave you a choice and you ripped my love to shreds.
Love isn't what I read about in sweet-dream magazines. It's not worth the doubt, but I doubt even that. I can't fit this band-aid on my broken heart.
You are everything to me, but I don't even know what everything is anymore. You used to burn in my thoughts, but not anymore. I'll let go of the balloon and I'll drink a sweeter poison.
I am the world's worst Romeo.
Orange is square.She is sad.Orange is square.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And something else
you can't put your finger on.
doesn't stop you
and over again.
your way around her.
But she won't let
you in. Not yet.
Fairy Tale - Chapter3: GoldilocksFairy TaleFairy Tale - Chapter3: Goldilocks2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The unlikely band had only walked a short distance down the darkening road before coming up on a third little hut; this one made of bricks. Like the first two, it seemed rather poorly constructed. Each brick, instead of being laid with care and cemented in place, was haphazardly stacked. Matthew thought it looked rather like a set of building blocks he'd had when he was younger. They'd been a gift from his father. As a boy, he'd spent hours constructing towers and knocking them down. From the looks of it, this hut was probably just as easily toppled over as his old toy.
"Our other brother lives there in that house," supplied the brown-tufted pig as they passed the makeshift drive or scraped earth. "He's the eldest of the three of us."
"S-s-suppose we should stop i-in and t-tell him where we're going?" The runty pig chewed at the end of his hooves.
"If he's safe and sound we shouldn't bother him. He'll only get upset if he knows we're-"
Twilight AnalysisTwilight Analysis5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Twilight: A Critical Literary Analysis
In 2005 Stephanie Meyer's book Twilight was published and found itself on the New York Times Bestseller list. Since then it spawned three sequels New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn and they have inexplicably become one of modern literature's biggest cash cows. However Twilight and its sequels are just awful books, and that's why I've taken it upon myself to explain just how poorly constructed these novels are. Stephenie Meyer's use of language is bland and excessive in its detail, and it worsens when she tries to pepper in fancy thesaurus-words but uses them erroneously. Her prose is plagued with dialog to the point where it stops being a novel and becomes a childish role playing session. Meyer also fails to understand the most basic principles of fiction writing, such as how to effectively use point of view, how to utilize conflict to propel the story, or how to construct a plot. In addition her charact
EgomaniacDear EgomaniacEgomaniac5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You consider yourself superior to all those that surround you
Your undeserved ego rises beyond any possibility of calculation
You feed your pride by demeaning others
To tear them down with your spitefulness
Is psychological masturbation for you.
You claim to possess intelligence
But let me tell you something
Memorising a textbook and then vocalising information
Does not make you intelligent
It only shows your lack of knowledge on all that is truly significant
Quoting facts that were not discovered by yourself
Shows that you can only utilise other peoples knowledge
Not your own.
True wisdom comes from real life experiences
And what you learn from them
A book will never teach you
What life teaches you
No person can ever teach you
What you learn for yourself
You can only learn from what you witness with own your eyes
All else is passed-on information.
That voice you so passionately use
To convey your intelligence
To prove your superiority
Through the Blue-Green HazeI am always looking up. One arm is raised in an arc above my head and the other rests in a half circle down by my hips. My face is fixed in an expression of grace and a hint of pride. Straight hair falls around my shoulders and tiny sea creatures are carved onto its surface. My hips flow into the shapeless form of an elegant evening dress, replacing what could have been my legs.Through the Blue-Green Haze6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Colourful fish swim to and fro, startled by sudden movement and sound. They shimmer in the sun's light, casting tiny dancing patterns across the ocean. When they swim above my head all I can see are shadows. Dancing, twisting, turning shadows that play in this cool curtain of water.
Boats of all sorts float by, keeping the sun's rays from touching my skin. I see massive cargo ships that pass by in a cacophony of sound. I see sail boats that float by carried by a breeze. I see fishing trolleys with their hanging nets casting criss-cross shadows across the ocean floor. I see all this because I am always looking u
splitting micasplitting mica9 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Uncloud the borealis of your eye, show your iceberg secrets
on an axis that intersects the surface
an axis that Greek geographers established as a reference line
from pole to pole. While Greece preserves the memory of itself in Rome,
its philosophers deduce morals from the nature of man
rather than from God
and baize of whitened-green mouldering
from the pews-sides
leaving naked wood
to the disturbance caused by a water droplet,
that will be smoothed out by gravity.
This complex folding over cannot be drawn, though its properties
can be specified in full mathematical detail.
∑ 2398 a & b (put > zero as quantum) α 161
A Literature QuestionQ: I dread writing a report for my Early British Literature class. Is there a piece I can focus on that will satisfy my professor while still keeping me amused with crude humor?A Literature Question6 years ago in Humor More Like This
A: You've come to the right place, friend.
In terms of mixing historical relevance, academic consideration and outright potty humor, one certainly can not go wrong with The Censure of the Parliament Fart, a 1607 masterpiece that has been attributed to a number of authors including John Hoskyns, Richard Martin, Edward Jones and Christopher Brooke.
The poem stems from a March 4, 1607 meeting of the Commons in which one Henry Ludlow let loose with a quite audible rip during the reading of a message from the Lords. The fart had the effect of breaking the political hall down into a room of snickering schoolboys, leaving the messenger quite flummoxed.
Like all great moments in history, this was recorded in a poetic form that wafted throughout the populace. Some changes were made over the years, but a soun
Celor care plang...Si-i plange in nestireCelor care plang...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gandind ca poate odata
Vei reveni la ea...
Si-ti cere cu durere
Si-ti cere macar acum
S-o mai saruti o data...
Si poate in viitor,
Daca vei realiza vreodata,
In viata ta de muritor
Vei regreta sau vei mai incerca o data?...
.my cat has nine.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lives and i fear he will
spend each one doing
the same fucking
staring out of the
window at the birds on
the fence, when he could be
out there, sinking his
Come Home'Túlë mar! Túlë mar!'Come Home4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The men in front of me carry my father's body.
I do not weep. It has been long indeed since I allowed myself to shed tears for any reason. I am straight-backed and rigid and dignified. I am, as the circumstances require of me, solemn but reserved. It is only in the silence of my mind that the nausea of regret consumes me, invading every corner of my consciousness.
I think I am doing a good job of hiding the pain from my face, but my wife, ever more perceptive than I realize, drifts nearer to me. Laurelindë slips her hand inside mine, transferring her strength to me. She smiles her encouragement thinly, but I cannot give her a smile of my own. Too bleak and dark is my heart. Our son walks a few paces behind us, and I draw some little comfort from the stillness of his presence. On my right middle finger rests the crafted signet ring of the Stewards.
It is a heavy burden-one that somehow I did not expect to receive at eighty-one years
Blue flowertruck.Theres a blue flower truckBlue flowertruck.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the car park outside the hospital.
I cant see why its there
because Im lying in bed.
Theyre calling his number plate over the P.A.;
He has parked illegally.
I can imagine
Hes carrying his flowers
to a woman with a baby just born,
a smile curving on her face.
I wonder if he cares
that theyre towing his truck away.
Could he get it the next day?
Somebody called Hugh Adamson
has parked his truck in a red zone.
He has flowers for an old woman,
her husband passed, her kids dont care
shes very sad, her room feels very sad,
his flowers are there and she stares and says
Its very sad, yeah, yeah its very sad.
Maybe hes only parked there
because he wants a coffee.
Maybe there wasnt anywhere else.
Someones parked a flower truck
outside my hospital room.
I dont know who he is. Im waiting
for my door to open. I like flowers.
Fighting for Love Isn't it funny how a girl can mean so much to a boy? They call it romantic. Not age thirteen, at age thirteen, it's not love, it's biology; let someone test their blood and tell them they're fine. But these are just kids: they know little about biology and less about love. That's the way it always is. You learn a lot and lose even more, but don't tell that to the boys in this story. They don't know that.Fighting for Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anyone would have noticed how the two boys' gazes lingered on the girl; she was the one that every guy wanted: beautiful, charming, genuine. A summer girl, warm and as fleeting as the sunshine. And when it was cold, her eyes snowed, little snowflakes flickering deep down inside. But it was October right now, and if you looked closely you could see the leaves in her eyes turning colours.
Voluturi Passtimes 1Ways For the Volturi To Annoy Each OtherVoluturi Passtimes 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
1. Aro jumps in the room and shouts "Don't worry, Marcus! I've sent Jane to find a good language teacher!"
2. Aro tells a really good joke and Marcus doesn't even look up from what he's doing.
3. Aro upgrades Caius's tv so that it uses a remote instead of nobs (because we all know he's that old), then hides the remote and tells Caius that it's controlled by anger-levels.
4. Caius buys Aro a teddy bear.
5. Aro calls Caius a "pissy old man."
6. Marcus draws Caius's hair with pink highlighters when he's not looking.
7. Aro walks up to Marcus and sings "don't you wish your voice was real like mine?"
8. Caius records over Marcus's old history channel videos with hentai.
9. Aro draws devil horns on Caius's painting collection.
10. Aro makes all the girls wear bikinis on St. Marcus Day, claiming it's part of the tradition.
Horse and RiderThe speed, the energy, the power inside,Horse and Rider9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this position I feel so alive.
Feeling like I am on top of the world
Its up here the place that I adore.
Two beings united into one.
Fitting so perfectly out under the sun
Riding away through the hills
Doing nothing but following our own will
Searching for answers we'll never find
But being together we'll be just fine
We put our trust in each other
She is my most trusted partner
Though she knows no words to speak
I can still go to her and seek
The answers within her brown eyes
For I know she'll never lie
Because their is no bond stronger
Than the one between horse and rider.
and I understand.picking bones long gone,and I understand.6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you're chewing on the sinews
of bad memories.
you try to change them,
but everything falls apart;
bodies around you.
as you walk, your flesh
falls off your bones in patches,
hits the ground, and steams.
you're such a monster
and you think you're the worst thing
in this lonely world.
but you're not alone;
even though the carnage rots,
sometimes blood is sweet.
sXeI'm just a kid. No, scratch that - I'm just a punk kid; isn't that what you'd call me? I've got a pierced eyebrow and a pierced lip. My hair is long, shaggy, and black with purple streaks. I've got over twenty tattoos and circles under my eyes from one too many late nights. I'm just a dumb, punk kid, and you hate me, don't you? You know I'm a user and an abuser. You know that if I didn't have this leather jacket on, you'd see a line of needle marks up my arm. You know those circles under my eyes are from nights spent drinking, downing pint after pint, popping pills like candy. You know that in five years I'll not be able to climb a flight of stairs without getting out of breath, I'll have smoked so many cigarettes, so many joints. You know it all; you know everything about me. And you're dead wrong. The saddest thing of all is that you're dead wrong, and you know it.sXe8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
kitestrings.you confessed that when you were little you would pull apart monarch butterflies because they were much too beautiful--kitestrings.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so beautiful that they made you feel uneasy.
(you always did call me the most beautiful thing you'd ever known.)
it's almost december now, and the only reason i wish you were here is so you could make snow angels and i could rip off their wings.
you wanted a kite for your birthday, so i got you one that was shaped like a bat and we took it to the beach, watched it crash into the surf over and over until it was bent and broken. i rescued it from the tide and surfaced dripping saltwater -- you told me i looked like the goddess of sailors lost at sea.
after that day you put the kite in the back of your closet and forgot about it, but immediately began talking about getting a new one.
that could fly higher.
i sometimes tell myself that we were never meant to be because i was stuck in the ocean watching people drown while you were hanging from
I'm Not Your ToyI'm so tired of you,I'm Not Your Toy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you make me sick.
You pretend to care
the next I cease to exist.
You sit there and tell me,
it's all in my head,
I'm putting words
in your mouth.
Funny, how defensive
you suddenly get.
You seem to think,
I'm merely here to amuse you.
I'm not a toy.
I'm not your little joke.
You seem to think,
I'm desperate enough
to chase after you,
to wait for you,
like a lost puppy at your door.
You'll soon see how wrong
your assumption was.
You'll soon see how many
others will snap me up.
Make up your mind,
Do you care, or not?
before I walk out that door.
If I do, I'm not coming back.
Kiss me good-bye.
Find another heart,
to pick apart.
All I know is,
it won't be mine.