One Jacked Up Story - Ch. 7''Jack, please don't do this!'' They begged. Darkness shot from his hand, headed towards Kimiko. It hit her arm, failing to do any major damage. Jack struggled to move by himself, but still couldn't free himself from the binds of Wuya's spell. ''Jackie, please! I love you!'' Raimundo said, desperately trying to get through to Jack. Jack groaned, still fighting with himself. ''Jack!'' Wuya barked, angry. ''Stopped fooling around. Do I say! Destroy them!!'' Anger flashed across Jack's face. He spun to face Wuya. ''What do you think you're doing? KIll THEM!'' Wuya screamed. ''I don't think so, bitch.'' He spat out, and flipped open the puzzlebox. ''What? NOOOOOOO!!!!!!'' Wuya screamed as she was sucked inside the puzzlebox. ''You'd think Wuya would atleast be smart enough to not make the same mistake twice.'' He said and raised his hand to shoot Darkness again, but this time at the chains that held his friends. As soon as he was free, Rai ran to Jack and embraced him, kissing hOne Jacked Up Story - Ch. 79 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The SpartanThe Spartan10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Live, fight, die and be reborn. Live again and fight another day.
The world can be a cruel and merciless place. To survive this hostility, one must become strong in body, mind, heart and soul. One must become a being of independence, capable in all possible ways. One must become a being of discipline, calm and controlled in word, thought and action.
In order to become a being of knowledge and ability, one must become a warrior. A warrior lives the life of discipline and honor. He is not a whimpering child. He takes in what he has to and he does what he has to. To become a warrior, one must strive to become stronger without surrender, complaint, fear and doubt. One must walk down a straight path to salvation, not letting anything hinder his course.
One learns to be a true warrior by learning that power is obtained by the weight of his actions, not by the hollowness in his words.
To become a warrior, one must realize, first of all, the ultimate truth in life. One must acknowledge, not fe
Prey To The MonkeyPrey To The Monkey9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Prey to the monkey
Today I met a monkey
beneath a virgin sky
with mischief in it's countenance
ambition in it's eye
It smiled and rose to greet me
as best a monkey can
and said to me I think
and therefore think I am
It bid me sit and talk awhile
there underneath the trees
and offered me a drink it made
of liquid and of leaves
I sat from it across the fire
gazing through the smoke
we drank our stone cups fluid dry
and then the monkey spoke
It said "I aim to lose my fur
to be a naked ape
to shed this skin of simian
and shun all that's primate
I now intend to walk erect
no shambling gait or crawl
and speak with perfect eloquence
not mindless caterwauls"
"Where once I swung through trees" it said,
"I now walk on the ground
and turn this tongue to voice, I strum
these chords of speech to sound
In this way I communicate
with others of my kind,
Express not only instinct but
all twistings of the mind
For I have dreams the likes would drive
all other species mad in
such complex architect
Our Silent WarOur Silent War9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
We are all born defenseless into this existence.
Let us not mince words for our very lives depend upon truth. We are all at war with ourselves. There is an inner struggle that plagues us all. Our very lives leave us stressed out and in misery after going through some of its many perils, and that's just for starters. In reality, we are all afraid to live, but we are also afraid to die. We live in a world of fear.
This fear stems out from a trauma we obtained when we took our first breath in this mortal plane. After being inside a womb for 9 months or less, we are suddenly pushed out to the light. Then, we cry out by instinct upon activation of our senses. Finally, the infants that we once were then realize subconsciously that we are definitely alive.
We would grow up with this initially unidentifiable confusion in our minds. As we grow into adolescence, we are then gradually exposed to the reality of it all. But by then, we'd be just pissed, but we would never really know why. With vari
One Day I Was a ToasterONE DAY I WAS A TOASTEROne Day I Was a Toaster10 years ago in Ballad More Like This
One day a was a toaster
As proud as proud can be
And as I traversed the purple plains,
I met a laughing tree.
'Hello, how are you today?
Please tell me a funny joke-
Let it be happy and none at all sad,'
Boomed the mighty oak.
'A wonderful story in mind,' said I
As I sat upon a root
'You will not have heard it yet,
Concerning a man, a bug and a boot.'
The tree looked jolly, as he spoke
'Well done, it sounds already funny.
Does it just surround a man, bug and boot,
Or involve stories of money and honey?"
'No, good sir, it does not
Go into further tales as such,
It is just a man, a bug and a boot
Not extending further much.'
Smiling, the oak spoke fast-
'Please begin as soon as can be,
I'll not move (if even I could)
And listen intently to thee.'
And so thus I began,
With a suspenseful pause,
As I held the giant's audience
I thought quickly of a cause.
And he bit his lip,
He itched his knee
He blinked his eyes
As he waited for me.
And so I spoke-
'The bug sat on t