the last nightsee the scars on your wrist, pain in your eyesthe last night6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smile a weak watery smile, cuz you've tried
to lie to me and hide the pain
i'll be everything and whatever you need me to be
this is the last night you'll spend alone
i'll hold you in my arms and never let you go.
dry the tears, open your eyes and see
this is the last night that you'll ever be away from me
Crash Course Photography -TutHello, my name is Paul and Im a sixteen year old self taught artist. Everything I know about every form of art I have taught myself in one way or another with no help from the outside world. On that note, this tutorial is for the beginner photographer who wishes to grow better, although Ill try to make it entertaining for the whole crowd. Who knows, it might be entertaining nonetheless.Crash Course Photography -Tut8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
So, the only real way to learn a camera is to use it. Fiddle with it tinker with it, whatever word floats your boat just experiment with all your options until you can switch into the perfect mode you want within a split second. This means some great photo opportunities ruined, but its worth it. Also if youre new to photography and just have a very simple camera but think the only way to go is big time that may not be so. Stick with your lower class camera until you get the
What we areAnthro ArtistWhat we are8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Anthro artists are anyone who draws anthropomorphic art. Anthro is defined as something that is essentially non-human (including inanimate objects) that has been given human characteristics, such as having an almost-human bone structure.
Furries are people who have an affinity toward the anthro style of art. Furries usually identify themselves with a fursona an anthro version of themselves. They are a fandom (like anime fans are otaku). There are many levels of the furry fandom: It extends from simply being an artist, to wearing fur-suits, and attending fur-cons. However, this is not limited to furries, it extends to scalies and avians - people who identify themselves with a winged or scaly anthro characters. It should also be noted that while the above is correct, Furry, Avian, and Scaly are just fandoms. A lot of people in the anthro community, while falling un
Vampires Don't SparkleFuck them all.Vampires Don't Sparkle6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fuck every last one of them.
I closed the book of lies and glared down at the cover.
A fucking apple?
A fucking piece of fruit?
What the fuck was this-Adam and Eve?
I dug my fingernails into the ground where I sat, feeling the slightly moist dirt stick between them and my skin.
This Edward guy gave vampires a bad name.
Hell, even I had to admit that Bella gave humans a bad name.
Everything was wrong. The book was completely wrong. Yet girls were going crazy over it. The vampire faze had begun, and it was all over.
And it was all wrong.
To be blatantly honest, I didn't know a single fucking vampire who would hesitate to sink their razor sharp fangs into the first poor fuck to walk by.
And I certainly didn't know a single vampire who sparkled.
But that's beside the point, and I'm not here to talk about literature for the illiterate.
The only reason I'm here, the only reason I'm sitting in the middle of this goddamn park watching these goddamn sacks of blood w
Her-NejiTenMaybe this was supposed to happen. Maybe everyone was right and happiness was not the way he was supposed to live. Maybe he was being a selfish idiot the whole time. Maybe he deserved no more than this. This solution to the problem. Not his problem though. Everyone's problem but not his. He was supposed to be happy. Is that not what his parents wanted for him? What his mother always hoped for and what his father worked hard for? His happiness? Then they failed. Horribly. Happiness was foreign to him. He had lost the feeling. He forgot how it felt like. How it would always make everything better. How with it, perfection came.Her-NejiTen5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How he would never have it again.
Before he could continue rambling on his own misery there was a knock on his door. "Neji, are you ready to go?"
How much those words cut deeply into him. Ready? Ha. He wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to adjust his clothing. He spotted something at the edge of his vision as he did. He turned to look at it. A ja
Ohe Kame Ngenga - I See YouOhe Kame NgengaOhe Kame Ngenga - I See You5 years ago in Other More Like This
Ohe kame ngenga
Lu aynga txen pelun?
Aynga lu meyp
Txon zamunge fpom
Munge hufwe si unil
Ohe kame ngenga
Trr lu hasey
Ting mikyun ne oe
Fi'u kifkey hum
Pxel unil 'ong
Ohe kame ngenga
Trr lu hasey, lu aynga txen pelun?
Ting mikyun ne oe, aynga lu meyp
Txon zamunge fpom, fi'u kifkey hum
Munge hufwe si unil, pxel unil 'ong.
Ohe kame ngenga
Ohe kame ngenga
Ohe kame ngenga
I See You
I see you
Why are you awake?
You are tired
Night brings peace
Take wing and dream
I see you
Day is done
Listen to me
This world departs
As dreams unfold
I see you
Day is done, why are you awake?
Listen to me, you are tired
Night brings peace, this world departs
Take wing and dream, as dreams unfold.
I see you
I see you
I see you
The Woodpecker SongThe Woodpecker Song5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Woodpecker Song
The naughty little woodpecker
Knocked holes, crumbling the forest
The angry wood god turned his beak into poison!
The poor little woodpecker, his nest was poisoned and his supper too
He touched his friends and they all died
The sad little woodpecker
His tears twinkle and shine...
Evil little woodpecker
You made another hole today, the forest's full of holes, I say
The angry wood god put poison in your beak
Poor little woodpecker, your nest and food are poisoned
Touch your friends and they all die
Sad little woodpecker
Your tears shine do brightly
Little Books"You spoiled little brat! You know nothing! NOTHING! After all the love we've given you, you repay us like this! You ungrateful Cretin" Karen yelled. She left the kitchen in a huff, leaving Sarah standing there, crying. The sound echoed around the kitchen making her feel worse. A little boy peered around the corner.Little Books5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sarah, don't cry. Please don't cry. Mama didn't mean it. Please, stop crying." Toby said as he pulled at her shirt.
"Oh, Toby. It's just; she annoys me, like you don't like asparagus." She says picking him up. Toby hugs her and attempts to wipe one of her tears away but his little hands aren't enough.
"It looks weird." He said and pulled a face. Sarah laughed, soon Toby joined in.
"How about some dinner, old chap?" Sarah tried an old English accent. He giggled and did his own version.
"A cup of cream and a scone should be in order!" he squealed with delight. She started on some noodles with leftover steak pieces stirred in. Sarah was now a young lady, about to f
Little Books Chp 4Little BooksLittle Books Chp 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The Lost One"
Sarah awoke in her room. It confused her how she got there, sitting up she was immediately pushed down by hands. At first she panicked but then realised it was just Dr. Miles, the practitioner down the road. He frowned at her.
"Have a bad dream? I'm sorry to startle you. Sarah, you need to lie down. You passed out from exhaustion. Your father is so worried about you, he brought you home. Please, rest. Now, follow the light with your eyes please." He said conducting a manner of tests on her while Sarah sat dazed by the whole situation. The Doctor left and she could hear his feet on the stairs as he went to talk to her father.
"Oh joy. What nonsense I'll hear about this." she said lying down and snuggling in to her duvet. Her room was dark and as she glanced at her clock, it read 05:32 DD. Sarah was still so tired and she couldn't be bothered to give the stupid numbers a second thought. Sighing, she fanned her hair out onto the pillow behind her. Sar
Little Books chp 2LITTLE BOOKS: chp 2Little Books chp 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'The New Shipment'
Sarah slept, and often when humans sleep they have dreams. Tonight was no different. Visions of a ball in a bubble swirled her inner thoughts. A sugar white, beautiful victiorian-esque dress clad girl danced with the Goblin King. This was not odd, but the song he sang to her was. He sang deeply about Kings, Queens, of hard labour and most importantly of all, keeping warm together. Sarah was swirled about by a dark, mysterious, platinum blond, gorgeous man. By his royal manner and the way others talked to him Sarah knew he was the King, even better, he was the Goblin King. He leant in and whispered;
"Wake up Sarah. Remember me. Please" his breath tickled her ear.
"But who are you? How do I know you?" Sarah asked not willing to pull away but rather focused on how gently he held her. His arms encircled around her waist in both a protective and affectionate embrace.
"Oh, Sarah. What will I do with you?" he laughed a throaty sound that rumbled through
Brisingr parody"So Roran, here's how we'll do it." Eragon explained to his cousin. "We sneak into the pink castle, grab the crystal skull, then make a break for it before the evil platypus can get to us."Brisingr parody6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Roran stared at Eragon in disbelief. He wasn't sure how this idiot could possibly be related to him. He sighed and said, "I thought we were rescuing my girlfriend."
"We will!" Eragon threw up his hands. "How many times do I have to explain this to you. After we get the skull and break, we come back at midnight and rescue your girl."
"Fine. We'll try it your way first, then mine."
So that night, the two cousins snuck into the pink castle-also known as Helgrind-and began their search for the skull. Eragon decided to look for the skull, while Roran looked for Katrina. Roran searched the dark prisons, but found nothing. He was just about to give up hope, when he saw a small lump sitting in the corner of a cell. He made a "craw craw" noise at it. The lump moved and looked up at him. And lo! It
Reasons Why I Hate 4KIDSReasons I hate 4KIDSReasons Why I Hate 4KIDS8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Okay people always ask my why I hate 4KIDS (an give me death threats for doing so) so to be fair and to shut those people up about it I'll tell you.
1: Bad Voice acting
I'll admit they used to do a pretty decent job on this part but lately they've been doing horribly. If you've ever watched certain animes in Japanese then saw it on 4KIDS you'll get what I mean.
For one thing; the voices don't seem to fit. Characters that should sound a certain way just come off as annoying once the dubbing process is complete. For examples Shadow the Hedgehog and Sanji and Rouge.
Shadow is supposed to sound dark, mysterious, and slightly depressed with a little self confidence added for flavor. When 4KIDS was done with him he ended up sounding like an emotionless, anti-social, whiny bitch!
As for Sanji; he supposed to sound like a calm, cool and collected young man who is good with the ladies. His dub voice makes him sound like a stuffy nosed, pot smoking, moron who doesn't know th
Gunners, Chapter OneApril 11, 103 PNGunners, Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, you will find your own Wonderland."
My father often told tales of an epidemic called the 'Red Scare' and how it tore through the land, turning friends into targets, and bringing forth a new terror to the world. Countries that were once allies in the old war now had each other in their cross hairs. Spies had infiltrated the enemy's land, gathering information for their side. My father, with a flash of disappointment in his tone, told us of how the war soon turned to a standstill, and how no lives were lost, until a single press of a button unleashed Lucifer from Hell. In an instant, children who were walking home from school, mothers who were cleaning house and preparing a roast, and men who were puffing cigars while laughing their cares away managed but a confused glance to the white flash. There were those who were dubbed lunatics by their friends who had registered their loved ones to shelters deep in the earth.
To the crazy prophets, the world ended on Octo
On the Northside of TimeOn the Northside of Time5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a good day for the dogs and a bad one for the rabbits. I heard the big black dog howl his chase call through most of the afternoon, sometimes near and sometimes far. His little white shadow yipped along behind him. There were long pauses between yips heard. That little dog had short legs and needed extra wind and effort just to keep up.
The air outside was cool and sharp. The dogs ran under the last autumn leaves I could spot out there, out past the meadow. Some of those old trees in the grove stayed green the whole winter long. Most never did. The hunt through the big grove must have been exciting for the dogs. Not for smaller and younger animals.
The dogs came back when the setting sun put sof
...she......she...5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Com'on hit me in the face ... She said ...
as if it would hurt more ... she thought ...
50 Ways To Annoy Voldemort1. When he starts talking to you, talk loudly and say: "No, I will not marry you, Voldemort!"50 Ways To Annoy Voldemort7 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. Ask "What?" loudly, and constantly.
3. Poke him.
4. Tell him he did something wrong.
5. Walk up to him a say "Does Voldie want to have a tea party?"
6. Give him a teddy bear and say "Freddy Teddy wants a hug!"
7. Hold out you arms to him and say "Someone needs a hug!!
8. Sing the llama song. LOUDLY.
9. When he points his wand at you and says: I will kill you, look at him and say, "I am not so worried about you killing me, but more worried about the person next to me.
10. Sing the song that never ends in an obnoxious voice.
11. Give him those annoying Valentines Day cards that little kids give out in school. (Extra points if they have fluffy kitties/puppies/or any good harry potter characters on them!!!)
12. Put smilies all over his cloak and paint them pink.
13. select a word that comes up in every conversation such as 'the' and whenever that word comes up scream out 'NOOOOO HARRY MUST NOT
6 lies by wolfaboos1- According to wolfaboos, native americans hunted alongside wolves and worshipped them. In reality, native americans at most just respected the wolf as yet another animal; for them, it was no more important than the cougar and the bear. In fact, some tribes like the Navajos actually killed wolves as a rite of passage. As for hunting alongside wolves, they didn't even had dogs, and there's no evidence whatsoever of wolf domestication. Interestingly, south american people did domesticated native fox-like canines, but wolfaboos only care about plain old retarded Canis lupus.6 lies by wolfaboos5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
2- Wolves are not as the smartest animals on Earth, as opposed to the idiotic wolfaboos say; they are very avaerage by animal standards. Things like pigs, elephants, cetaceans, corvids, parrots and apes are far more intelligent than them. Pack hunting is not a sign of intelligence, for most of the behaviour is both instinctive and imitative, and since hyenas and Harris hawks hunt far better in packs than wolve
No Right No WrongNoNo Right No Wrong7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Good or bad
I stand by my art
Honor my mistakes
Fix the worst of them
Enjoy my accomplishments
Destroy them and myself if I must
Expose my thoughts and feelings
Offer up no explanations
No questioning others
Make no excuses
Use my strength
See my limits
The Edward Cullen KitYou read all Twilight-books?The Edward Cullen Kit6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You eat, drink, sleep and dream for Edward Cullen?
You want him to be with you? Now?
Too bad that he is not real and will never be!
But new, from Davesknd to you: The Edward Cullen kit
Thank you for the purchase of The Edward Cullen kit. You have done your part to contribute to Stephenie Meyer´s income and destroy the dream of another strong and independent woman somewhere in the world. We at Davesknd have long thought of what could possibly give the impression of being Edward Cullen´s girlfriend. Sadly we can´t send you a clone of him, mostly due to the fact that DNA gets bad if cloned again. But here we have the best we can do to cash in on your illusion.
-A solid marble bust!
-A cassette recorder!
-A spray dose of glitter!
-A glamour-shot photo of Edwardss actor!
-A bottle of musk-extract!
-Nine security cameras!
Nothing but wordsEvery day I write for you,Nothing but words6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A page of my heart.
And every day I tear it in two!
Because I have nothing but words,
To explain what I feel!
And no word could prove to you,
That what I feel is real.
My heart is overflowing,
With words I cannot say.
Because my love for you keeps growing!
Because I have nothing but words
To show you my heart!
But no word could do you justice,
No word could play that part.
To find the words I need,
Seems an impossible task.
But for you I must succeed!
Because I have nothing but words,
And they will have to do!
The words of my heart,
Can be the only words for you.
Abe writes to SMeyer....My dearest Stephanie Meyer,Abe writes to SMeyer....5 years ago in Letters More Like This
I know upon receiving this letter your first reaction will be to disregard it as some kind of joke. I assure you, however, the return address you see scrawled on the back of this envelope is very real, and so am I for quite some time, actually, despite what your history books may say.
But I digress; my existence is hardly the matter I wish to discuss with you. Does the name "Twilight" ring a bell? I should hope so. For that is the topic of the following letter.
I must admit, when I first heard about this series, I felt only a mild twinge of irritation: Just another vampire romance novel, I thought-full of inaccuracies and dark, brooding anti-heroes. While I could go on and on with my quibbles about any sort of romance with a vampire, your "Twilight" particularly caught my attention.
I'll be frank with you, Mrs. Meyer: it was the most inaccurate interpretation of vampi
Gunners, Chapter ThreeApril 29, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Three5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hated traveling through the wastes at night.
The sound of my motorbike echoed through the eerie silence of the land, my flickering headlight offering little help of showing the path before me. I did my best to stray from the roads; they were a deathtrap for motorists, especially if one was traveling via highway overpass. People have done what they could to repair the roads, but it was mostly a waste of time.
It didn't matter to me; I hated heights. Anything higher than two stories found me huddling in a corner from fear and nausea, and my home in New York was no different. A few months after my father took in a young boy named Jacob, my biological brother, Harper, took he and I up to the roof of our building. My father found me clutching the crumbled chimney near a pile of that morning's breakfast. I can still remember the terrified look on Jacob's face; he thought he was the one responsible.
Jacob came into our family about three years ago, right after I graduated t
Oda do PapieruPusta kartka.Oda do Papieru4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Patrzysz na tę kartkę, która leży na Twoim biurku. Zwykły kawałek papieru. Prawdopodobnie z specjalnego bloku rysunkowego dla artysty, lub z brystolu.
A może po prostu to papier używany do kserowania?
Nie ma koloru czystej bieli. Nie pada na Ciebie blask świeżego śniegu czy ekranu komputera z białym tłem.
Widzisz po prostu papier. Pełen nierówności, lekko żółty. Choć może to od żarówki.
Ale jeśli weźmiesz na dwór, w piękny słoneczny dzień, oślepia Cię nieskazitelnością. Nie masz nawet siły zerknąć na ten boski materiał. Lecz jeśli trafisz na pochmurne, smutne niebo, pochłonie Cię ponura szarość papieru. Gdy powędrujesz na łąkę, czy do lasu, zapewne wyda Ci się, że kartka śmieje się zielenią. A jeśli postanowisz naszk
Cheez-Its"I make a lot of paper airplanes in my free time," she says. "It keeps my mind off the fact that I'm going to die."Cheez-Its5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's nice to have a hobby," he replies tentatively. If they were walking on eggshells now, then each word was like a big fat chicken. The old woman nods somberly, as if he had said something a bit deeper than he actually had. Then, she brightens and digs something out of her pocket.
"I've got a grocery list!" she announces. "Want to read it?"
Anyone who says they don't taste a difference between Cheez-Its and Cheese Nips grew up a deprived child. There are very few times in the universe where you can declare a one true answer without some kind of debate, but in this case the choice is clear: Love the "Its" and hate the "Nips."
Did you know that they're made a by the same company? It's a trick! Most people believe that the inferiority that is Cheese Nips is actually some kind of generic, and like most generics, will cost less. The truth is that bo