Epic Action Replay code 8DEpic Action Replay code 8D6 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
Spiritual TrilogySalavationSpiritual Trilogy7 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
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 OneShot7 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
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
Xion's PoemThirteen chairsXion's Poem5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Black coats are worn
This is where Number XIV was born
Alone and silent
Things could be worse
Number XIII noticed her first
Salty yet sweet
First one she had
She realized they weren't all that bad
Warm summer sunsets
Three friends together
Xion knew it couldn't last forever
Not real at all
Look at his leer
XIV starts to realize her fear
Reprogrammed by I
Now on the clock tower
Xion uses all of XIII's power
A fall, defeat
Salt tears run
No more days underneath the sun
Roxas, not ready!
Fight Xemnas never.
Even though he'll forget forever
Dark storm clouds
We all know who Xion misses
RapeI am a seventeen year old boyRape3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have determination in my bright blue orbs.
My smile can calm even the strongest tempest.
My friends are nothing short of amazing,
and my family...well, they are some of the most
supportive people I have in my life.
I'm going to make it big. Have a family,
live in a big house.
I'm going to marry my princess, have money
I'll be happy.
And my children will look up to me,
so will my wife. I'll protect them,
I'll be their role model.
I'll be the grandpa my grand kids love.
I'll live a long life, until it's time for me to go.
And even then, I'll be smiling down, not ready
to really depart from happiness.
I'm a seventeen year old boy,
and my tears stain my ruffled jacket.
I can't smile like I used to, but I try.
But I'm still so lonesome.
Where were the friends that understood me?
Where was the family that supported me?
They try, but I can't let them in.
My future crumbles, my wife vanishes,
my children...their children, drown in the
Trick or Treat"Trick or treat, my dear?" Roger said playfully.Trick or Treat6 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
When the walls fall quiet.Rain makes me want to write to you,When the walls fall quiet.4 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
Jessica in Candyland TidbitJessica wasn't one to usually worried but today was an exception. Her lovely sleek figure was gone. Now, she had a huge, round globe attached to her stomach. It was somewhat heavy so she had to carry it in order not to fall over. She was disgusted with herself. If she hadn't eaten all those cookies she would still have her skinny body. Now, she was a bloated freak! What was she going to do when she went back to the club?Jessica in Candyland Tidbit4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Even worse, what would Roger say?
"Oh, damn those cookies!" She sighed. "If only they hadn't been so delicious I wouldn't be in this mess! As soon as I find the owner, I'm---"
Jessica stopped. She glanced around to see if anything was around but she saw nothing. Confused but wanting to move on, she decided it was just the wind. But when the growl sounded for a second time, she stopped again. It sounded extremely close. In
"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
Big Heart, Big Love - CH. 2Big Heart, Big Love - CH. 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As the sun began to set into the horizon, a sedan cruised along the streets as it headed to its drivers destination. Nick adjusted his collar out of nervousness, pulling at the neck of his dark green golf shirt as he sat in his khaki pants in the drivers seat and his casual shoed feet kept a steady press on the gas pedal. He followed the directions that Helene gave him as he kept on pep-talking to himself, Relax Nick, she likes you and she knows about your FA-ness, so just chill. Just dont act stupid or anything and things will be just fine.
As he finished his self morale boost, his destination appeared in view as he marveled at it. A beautifully built white house the size of a small mansion with a large van parked in front of its garage was Nicks destination as he parked his car on the sidewalk, getting out as his heart started beating fast as he walked up the paved pathway to her very wide doorway, gulpin
A guide to Mary SuesA guide to Mary Sues7 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
Mo-Tu'Mi Tribe: Meet Yumira The sun shining through the foliage felt nice on her skin, as the jungle girl Yumira rested in the branches of a tree. Her belly gurgled now and again, as she rubbed it idly with one hand. Her spear was gripped lazily in the other, occasionally used to stab at low hanging fruit and bring them back to her. She sighed contently, and smiled to herself.Mo-Tu'Mi Tribe: Meet Yumira4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You sure can pack it away. Why, I bet you ate more than anyone else at the table this lunch." She giggled, giving her gurgling round belly a few more love pats before a loud burp escaped her lips. A second giggle, as she went back to loafing. It was the perfect afternoon. A full stomach, great weather, and as many Sweetwater Pears as this old tree could offer. She shut her eyes, the whistling of the breeze passed the leaves a good song to sleep by. Nothing coul
Smoke and Mirrors.Possibilities and eyelidsSmoke and Mirrors.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of love or something similar
Effortless and seamless
of something similar
while pseudo lighting glistens
on the rain outside.
trapped in cages of
wearing bruises and screaming
"I hope I die on this, this day
release me, the Saint
they called Valentine."
Charcoal streaks and trickling down rivets
in faces and the lonely
hearts tonight will be worse.
Ugly beauty queens will dine
with a wolf
and the fiends tonight.
gently sketching music notes and whispers.
Flower of FaithPetals curved with precise perfectionFlower of Faith8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Silky surfaces displayed in splendor.
Wafting scent oozing wonder,
Of a Creator's touch so tender.
Decoratively and delicately arrayed,
Resplendent in residing glory.
A soft velvety vibrance of colour.
Content to tell Creation's story.
An exquisite design of delight.
A true testament to God's power and might.
The BirthThe Birth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's a girl!" the obstetrician said, holding the small, bloody infant up.
Cloud gasped in relief, tears of pain still running down his cheeks. Sephiroth was staring at the small creature the doctor was gently drying off and wrapping in a blanket. That was that was his child? He'd been expecting it, looking forward to it for so long he honestly did not know how to feel now that he saw it for the first time. His child. His baby. Surely he was supposed to find it overwhelming and beautiful, not a little bit unsettling and strange-looking.
"Oh, wow, she's got so much hair!" one of the nurses cooed. She took the swaddled baby and handed it to Sephiroth, "Congratulations!"
Sephiroth took the baby automatically, looking down at it with a mixture of feelings that he still wasn't sure how he felt about. The newborn blinked unfocused blue eyes at him. Blue, slit-pupil'd eyes.
She had his eyes. Oh, they were Cloud's in color, but other than that bright blue, they were exactly l
TattoosTattoos are evidenceTattoos1 year 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
PestPest2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The tormenting muse
is merciless. Why does she
bully me? My pen
is wriggling across pages.
Neither of us can escape!
Cinder- Not Cinderella"Cinderella, brush my hair for me. 1000 strokes, no more, no less."Cinder- Not Cinderella3 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
High (First Draft)My Dear,High (First Draft)2 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