Epic Action Replay code 8DEpic Action Replay code 8D7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Replace "XXX" with one of the following three digit sequences.
Nidoran F 01D
Nidoran M 020
Post-DH George OneShotGod, the corridor was in ruins. George ducked his head through the haze of smoke and debris and struggled down the hallway. He was sure he had heard Percy yelling, but now the floor was deserted. Flashes and bangs echoed from up ahead, but they were already in the stairwell. He held his wand out in front of him, waiting for the slightest movement.Post-DH George OneShot8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He ran over the litany of his family members as he struggled down the hallway. He had just seen Bill going after Fenrir Greyback mere minutes ago; Fleur and Kingsley were with him, so he pushed them aside. His mother and father, the last he had seen, had been fighting on the second floor; they had attempted to follow Tonks and Lupin onto the grounds but were cut off by several Death Eaters. He had no idea where Charlie or Ginny were; his stomach churned. If Ginny got killed he tripped over a fragmented suit of armor. Ron and Percy, he was
Spiritual TrilogySalavationSpiritual Trilogy8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world is forever altered,
The Eyes do behold all.
Beings scatter every where,
Destruction of the famed City.
The Eyes of the One,
Turn from this place,
Shunning all the sin and death,
His Glory no where sighted.
There, amidst it all...
A compassion and love for us.
To the virgin He did send,
A Savior for us all...
Conceived of God.
Part man...part He.
This one we call Jesus,
Came to set us free.
At thirty three,
The man from Galilee,
Ministered to the dying,
The people of shame,
Disgrace, and misfortune.
Healed the blind and made lame walk.
The very oceans followed His command,
And yet they judged him to be false.
The world said he was not the Son.
Nor the Savior, yet many believed.
And on that Hill at Calvary,
My Savior died for Me.
Shed was his blood,
Cleansed became my soul.
Salvation at the Cost of his Death
and Rising from the Grave.
Eternal Lord Jesus Christ.
Sits now at the right hand of God,
My lawyer in front of the mighty judge,
Defending me with all his
Species ChallengeRainbowReptile's Species ChallengeSpecies Challenge5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Blatantly ripped off of the one hundred themes challenge!
Draw a sparkle/scene/gloom/in general semi-anthro(not walking on two legs like humans) character for every species on the list! be creative and link back to this page when you've finished your creations!
Be creative, but most of all have fun!
Species(If you are not familiar with these species, either search DA or Google; extra points for research!):
9) Wild boar
12) Thompsons gazelle
20) bald eagle
21) blob fish
26) cookie cutter shark
27) blue whale
28) bottlenosed dolphin
29) angler fish
30) gulper eel
32) Bombardier beetle
33) whooping crane
35) great white shark
TattoosTattoos are evidenceTattoos2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that sometimes we love something
we forever want it embedded
And even if the colors fade,
and the lines become wrinkled
Or even if we form a strong abhor;
an everlasting distaste for it,
the thing we loved
will forever be part of us
For like the ink it's written in,
true love lasts
100 Haiku project100 Haiku project9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
-Added Monday 2nd April 2007
the silence before you say
Hi to a stranger.
Petals, purple, pull back:
morning glory comes to life
at dawns first light.
Garish shirts and shorts
adorn a bewildered mass.
will not make her reappear,
loves magic is gone.
Droplets race down slopes,
icebergs clash in seas of brown.
Chinese tea served cold.
'Faggot''Faggot'4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Last I checked I'm not a bundle bunch of twigs nor am I a lesbian.
Last I checked I'm a human being, who happens to be pansexual.
Last I checked sexuality was a born fact, not an insult.
Apparently the way I look either makes me transgendered or a full out dyke.
Apparently being a homosexual is the highest insult to be given.
Apparently being a homosexual is a disgusting choice made by dirty perverts.
Apparently I'm a leacher that preys on helpless heterosexual females.
Apparently, apparently, apparently...
Apparently as the years go by more individuals express their ignorance through hatred towards strangers who have done them no wrong what so ever personally.
Don't flatter yourself.
Why would anyone find attraction in someone with such a hideous personality such as yours?
Don't fret, I forgive you.
I'm sure there is a logical reason behind your toxic words and actions.
It's true, sometimes I am angry as well...
Angry of not understanding why your mind is so tainted with ra
When the walls fall quiet.Rain makes me want to write to you,When the walls fall quiet.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to tell you the things I should have said five months ago,
five years ago,
when we were younger and weaker and it didn't hurt so much to breathe.
We weren't happy even then, and I was too young to know the difference.
Do you ever think we're growing up too fast?
When we're smoking behind stores
and drinking to sleep
and buying drugs from the boys who tried to love me
but got burned along the way.
They don't know we're still children, and neither do we.
We drive too fast and talk too much and drink until we die,
but god, tonight I do not want to die.
Tonight I do not want to fall asleep as the ceiling reads me poetry
and the trees outside call my name.
I want to dream again,
I want to see the future as I sleep and know that tomorrow
I will not wake up with razors slid down my side
and the life licked out of my veins.
I want to know that someday
I will not have to lie and say I'm feeling fine,
that the lights will not blind me and the sounds will not p
A guide to Mary SuesA guide to Mary Sues8 years ago in Humor More Like This
PART ONE: BUILDING YOUR AWESOME OC</b>
The first step in creating your fan-fiction is coming up with the protagonist to be the central character and absolute medium in your story of your chosen movie, anime, book series, TV show, game, etc. Professional Mary Sue writers, who have studied the art of self-insertion fiction with precision, have carefully assembled the following guidelines, so dont worry you are in good hands. .
The picture at the top of the page will be utilized as
Trick or Treat"Trick or treat, my dear?" Roger said playfully.Trick or Treat7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Jenna leaned up against her boyfriend, a wicked smile on her face. They were seated on their bed, him in his Dracula costume, her in the scanty, midriff/thigh/arm revealing pirate get-up that she had chosen just for Halloween. The flickering light of some old black and white movie cast eerie shadows over their faces.
"Both," she cooed. "What's Halloween without both?"
Roger grinned and reached into his pocket.
"Well, it just so happens that I got a piece of gum from the party tonight," he told her. "That's a bit of both. Close your eyes and open your mouth."
Jenna smiled coyly but did as she was told. Roger placed a small cube of gum on her tongue and, without further instruction, she began to chew. At first... nothing. She glanced dubiously at Roger. Was that the trick? The gum had no taste? But he continued to stare at her with utter conf
CobwebsThere areCobwebs1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of my mind
would you like
to be the one
to dust them off?
Punctuating Dialogue: A GuideStandard Punctuation: DialoguePunctuating Dialogue: A Guide8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Sometimes we read dialogue so often, punctuated in so many different ways, that we either forget what we've learned (if that was anything memorable to begin with) or we rely on instinct to guide us. A common example of this can be seen in the opening dialogue of darksouldream's piece, Bobby:
No, replied Cindy `I think his sister Becky is staying with her, but she keeps muttering about parents out living children. The doctors been keeping her pretty sedated.
Most Americans will cringe at this. Why? Well, double quotation marks are the more acceptable usage (the "traditional convention") in American Standard English. However, in British Standard English, both the double quotation mark and single quotation mark are used. What's the rule? Stylis
High (First Draft)My Dear,High (First Draft)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I must confess. I never told you, but I got high once. And once before that.
The first time was the day I met you. In that old bookstore we touched fingers among the fiction shelves reaching for a Joyce. An awkward moment made majestic when you laughed. I knew right then and there. This girl is outside my comfort zone. Then you took my hand. As you led me through the aisles, I ran my fingers across the books and prayed inwardly for osmosis to give me the right words to say.
And like some Forrest and Jenny escapade, we were off. We took turns riding the rolling ladder across the biography shelves. We encouraged an Asian boy in the self-help aisle. We asked the clerk, "Where in the dickens is Dickens!" He rolled his eyes. So we tipped him. We recited Hemingway for the war history buffs and Geisel for everyone else. We laughed at an old lady, blushing and shivering, leafing through the romance novels. And when she heard us, we blew her kisses. Peas and carrots. Hair an
Diary of a Ditz"Mom, Dad, meet Chad. Chad is a male prostitute, drinks his own urine and is $30,000 in debt. He's promised to knock me up and run away before the baby's born, plus he'll refuse to pay child support. Oh, plus he has a fetish for the corpses of his girlfriend's parents. Let's eat!"Diary of a Ditz6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mom, Dad, meet Sebastian. Sebastian is a training accountant, is very polite and treats me like a lady. He has a gorgeous apartment and can easily provide for my future. Oh, just one thing: he's a Devil, so he'll need his steak very, very rare or still alive. Let's eat!"
No matter what way I look at it, Mom would still welcome Chad to the family quicker than Sebastian stupid Chad. Even though he's fictional, I still hate Chad, him and all Chad-like men.
Or as I like to call them, ordinary men.
Note to self: shut up. You're not funny and you never will be.
What if I just don't tell them he's a Devil? What if I give them clues and let them figure it out for themselves?
I wonder if I have some red hor
His Last Kill"Open the window," he said to me,His Last Kill1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
one morning after the sparrow had died.
"Cast his feather, his copper wing,
his beak of honor, his perch of pride."
But I couldn't cast them - set them free -
to the breeze or to the rolling tide,
for the sky was static, the water - bleak,
and the conscience of my suitor - denied.
UnspokenAs I sit there in class,Unspoken5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear insults.
"That's so gay."
"Shut up, faggot."
I keep my mouth shut.
I don't want to be "that girl."
The arguing escalates,
The teacher ignores it.
I clench my fist,
I clench my teeth.
Don't say anything,
I tell myself.
I am angry,
Not at those people.
I am angry,
I do not stand up for myself,
I ignore it because I am scared.
I do not stand up for myself,
I am too worried about my image.
I do not stand up for myself,
But those who are rude, do.
They stand up for themselves,
They are the ones speaking.
I am the one in silence,
Cinder- Not Cinderella"Cinderella, brush my hair for me. 1000 strokes, no more, no less."Cinder- Not Cinderella4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scowling, I walked over to that poisonous woman, her silver hairbrush resting in my hand. "Yes, Mother dearest." I muttered, taking my place in the chair next to her. Every single day, it was the same old thing; a list of dull, uninteresting tasks, all of them demanding to be completed. Life had become something of a bore, but it was my life, and I took it in stride, fighting to find some enjoyment in it.
"Cinderella, have I ever told you the story of my wonderfully perfect life?" Mother asked, waving her hand for effect.
Only a thousand times or so, I thought to myself, but still I found myself shaking my head, bracing for the story to come.
"Once upon a time, in a beautiful kingdom, there was a most beautiful woman and her two beautiful daughters. Their lives were handed to them on a silver platter, and they made no mistake in taking advantage of tha
Abnormal, but unspecificAbnormal, but unspecific8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
At 25, almost half of Riikka's life has been spent with being sick and visiting doctor after doctor. She would surely have better things to do. There's nothing she hates as much as doctors and she has nightmares about visits where she's humiliated. That hasn't been unusual. Even now, doctors treat her condescendingly, like a kid. It took over a decade to obtain a diagnosis.
There have been dozens and again dozens of doctors over the years, neurologists, opthalmologists, infection specialists and rheumatologists. It certainly feels like they couldn't care less what happens to Riikka. They're constantly trying to push physiotherapy, something Riikka has been doing for years, even though she doesn't have much mobility left any longer.
Riikka is sick with something many doctors don't even believe in and that officially doesn't exist in Finland, even though it has been included in WHO's official ICD-10 for a long time. In many countries it's known as myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME). In Finla
Writers blockMental blocks just surround your head,Writers block2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Much like a kid who took some sugar to bed.
It leaves writers like use with nothing to use,
so we sit there blankly like a watered down fuse.
It sends us in the wrong direction thousands of times,
Puts us in a spot where we cant even rhyme.
No stories to tell or songs to sing,
Leaves our page damage so we can't write a thing.
There's no way out you just have to wait,
Wait to show the world the things you can create.
So tell me now what do you do,
When writers block decided to say hi to you.
UtopiaEight o'clock and the man wakes upUtopia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not losing any sleep on his comfortable high-end mattress
Rises from the bed and dresses himself for work
Waiting in the kitchen is his happily-married wife
Serves him and the kids breakfast with a smile
The pantry and fridge are always stocked with fresh food
No complaints or fights as the kids leave the house for school
Ten o'clock and the man arrives at work
Stress-free commute thanks to the twelve-lane highways
Waiting on the table are his duties for the day
New people and places every month keep things interesting
Completing each assignment in turn with a smile
Knows full well what the money means for his family
Looking towards the future with a tropical getaway retirement
Five o'clock and the man heads home
Driving a brand-new SUV with all the available extras
Calls his wife with the push of a button
Everyone is home and eager to greet him after his day
Arrives at the front door with a smile
Hired a babysitter to watch the kids for the evening
DadDad8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Its strange now how our lives have changed.
Some claim this is all prearranged.
But, here I am, clad in this pretty black dress dad.
I know you dont like it when I cry but I cant help but be sad.
Standing by your side, I want to lie there beside you.
Daddy, I never even got to bid you adieu.
Youll never know how much that hurt,
Never getting to remind you that Ill always be your little girl.
There are times I catch myself starting to tear up,
Every time I see a picture of you, even if isnt a close-up.
You never were like other fathers,
Yet, that was never a bit of a bother,
For though sometimes I feared you dad,
I remember all the happy moments we had.
I just miss you so.
It doesnt seem that long ago.
Ill carry a picture of you in my heart,
That way, were never that far apart.
Why did you have to go?
Daddy, please just come home.
Marriage EqualityI just want you to imagine with me for a moment.Marriage Equality3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Imagine you've found a person that completes you, that makes you feel happiness that you never thought possible.
They make you laugh.
They wipe away your tears.
You melt in their embrace.
Their kisses leave you breathless.
Their body, mind and soul, fit yours in what can only be described as perfection. To say you're in love with this person, is almost an understatement. You adore them. Everything they are, and everything they do.
Finally, the time in your lives comes when you want to be bonded together in a meaningful, significant way. You want to get married.
Now imagine, that you encounter a problem.
Nothing is wrong with the rings, a sparkling matching set. It's not that you're not in love, you're love is pure and unhindered. The problem, is an outdated law. One that needed to be challenged years ago.
By now you will have realised that I've been asking you to imagine this scenario without hinting at gender, or sexuality. You filled t