the last nightsee the scars on your wrist, pain in your eyesthe last night5 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 -Tut7 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
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.
Poradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalnyJak napisać romans paranormalnyPoradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalny2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Trafiło się nam żyć w takich czasach, że napisanie poczytnej książki tudzież bloga jest łatwiejsze niż kiedykolwiek— wystarczy być człowiekiem jako tako piśmiennym, mieć Worda i dostęp do internetów. Niestety, ta jakże piękna idea równości wobec tworzenia literatury rozbiła się o kant dupy w momencie, gdy światło dzienne ujrzał Zmierzch. Niejaka Stefa M., gospodyni domowa, matka trojga dzieci, absolutnie nienastawiona na robienie kariery, spisuje swój sen, tworząc na jego kanwie jeden z największych bestsellerów w historii literatury — może być coś bardziej motywującego? Wszak ludzie lecą na takie kopciuszkowe historie.
Jak bardzo Bellissima, Eduardo i Alpaka przemówili do rzesz czytelników można się przekonać przechadzając się po Empiku i zachodząc
OddityGenerally, I do not like going outside.Oddity5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I much prefer the safety and security of indoors. Yes, I understand there are benefits of leaving my room and venturing forth into the world, such as suntans, fresh air, and human company. But there are so many dangers. I could get hit by a bus, bitten by an uncontrolled dog, even get chewing gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe.
It's simply not worth it.
Of course, there's no telling my parents this. "Go out and play football or hang around with the other boys", they say. They don't understand the gentle joy that one can achieve from simply reading about the outside world, rather than endgangering your very existence by experiencing it for yourself. They insist that I spend at least an hour a day outdoors.
It is the middle of autumn, and there is a slight chill to the air. So, I ensure that I have on the correct attire- A plain black sweater, plain black scarf, and carefully ironed black jeans, not too loose, not too tight. I carefully cl
Phrases made better with PantsPhrases made better with Pants10 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. All your pants are belong to us.
2. Luke, I am your pants.
3. Life is like a box of pants.
4. Link has come to town... to save the pants of Zelda...
5. Behold... The power of pants.
6. I'm sorry, Mario, but the pants are in another castle.
7. Mi pants es su pants.
8. Pants are your friend
9. Just say no to pants.
10. Would you like pants with that?
11. Stuck between pants and a hard place.
12. To be or not to be... pantsed
13. hair today, pants tomorrow
14. The right to bear pants.
15. The Declaration of pants.
16. We hold this truth self evident, that all pants are created equal.
17. He has refused his assent to pants, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
18. He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing pants.
19. He has obstructed the Administration of Pants, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.
20. Pants... It's what's for dinner.
21. I like big pants and I can't deny.
22. Silly Rabbit, pants are for kids.
HollowIn the darkening twilight, I often find myself... lost. Memory disintegrates, personality withers, and the touch of plastic feels strange on my skin. The dark sucks in my soul, reels it in like a drifting trout, and hangs it up to dry next to hundreds of others like it. We dry, slowly, blowing in the false breeze, absorbing the taste of smoke and salt. How long we hang, I don't know. But, when I'm abruptly cut down and thrown back into the water, the sensation is like a gasp. Moisture soaks into my skin, and I'm within myself again, though shrunken and empty from the change.Hollow5 years ago in Horror More Like This
We are not human. Oh, yes, on the outside we appear so. But look at us sideways, and there's a glimmer, a sheen that's not natural. It clings to our skin, as if we've been left so long in the cold that the essence touches us still, revealing us as "different". It's a mark of pride, a mark of shame, yet we wear it with a diffidence that would make a movie star burn with envy. Each step, each touch, comes away cold &
Break up letter 101Break up letter 1019 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We've had a lot of fun, and I really loved you a lot, but well, I don't think this is being fair to you. I am [gay/lesbian/joining green peace/pregnant]. It's not you, but...I just need time to sort my [head/life/STDs] out. I hope you understand. There's someone out there for you, who will be so much more perfect for you, who'll be able to give you the [love/security/sex/money/life/puppy] that you need. You are a fantastic [man/woman/shag/kisser/accountant] but I don't think I can be with someone who [listens to Billy Idol while making love/makes beef jerky/screams at small children/is older than my father/sees the world so differently/is deaf, mute, blind and retarded]. I know this is hard, but I know you can get through this, you're [so strong/so talented/so conceited/such a tragedy whore/on anti-depressants] and I [took all sharp objects out of your house/hid the weapons/wish you all the best in your new life]. All my love to [Sophie/the dog/your dad], and I hope we
NarniaNarnia8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The trees so lush,
Snow in a snow globe.
I found a new continent,
In the mists of a wardrobe.
I saw a bright lamppost,
I met a new friend.
He made me run quickly,
A law he did offend.
Edmond and I went home quickly,
He told the others I lied.
When he broke a window,
We all had to hide.
We went into the wardrobe,
A new continent they saw.
We went to my friends house
A note pined on the door.
We ran and hid,
And soon Santa came.
He told us of the spell,
And spring came again.
The witch had Edmond,
Soon help came around.
Then we met Aslan,
On his battleground.
Then Aslan died,
You could here all the moans.
Somehow we won the battle,
And sat in our thrones.
Years went on,
And we found the lamppost.
Then we returned,
To the place we admired most.
Too LateToo Late7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There is smoke in the distance, black smoke of a smoldering fire. The trees are bent, broken, twisted into something they were not only minutes before. Theres a flash of orange, not of fire but of metal, that can be seen through the dense forest. They are lucky--the forest is not dry, so the fire does not spread far before it is doused by a red fire-truck not driven by man.
The squeal of tires approach from the direction of a ravaged city, as a silver Datsun with a navy blue hood races towards the fire-site. Two Lamborghinis, one red and one gold, follow close behind but are losing ground. Others follow--those who are well enough to travel, at least. Most are recovering within the city, but two have already been confirmed KIA. Two that they knew very well, the mad scientist and the hyperactive magnetic-manipulator. Others may soon follow.
One who is not damaged that badly is tending to their Commander, at least until those who were within the shuttle are recovered. They nee
seeds of memoryThe man had just marked his students' papers, checked on his son, and climbed the creaky stairs towards his bedroom when he felt the tremors of his phone vibrating in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out and blinked when he noticed the name on the blue LCD screen one he never thought he'd see contacting him in the middle of a Thursday night. Stepping onto the landing, he flipped the top open and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?"seeds of memory5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"John?" The voice was feminine and chirped, exactly how he remembered it. It held a frail tone to it, which didn't surprise John, considering it was one he hadn't heard in many years. It was the sound that comes with an aging human who's contacting a relative after a long absence, and John had to admit he wasn't used to it. "Is this John Mallory?"
"Yes, this is he, Aunt May. I gotta say, I wasn't expecting a call from you at this point in time. I hope you don't need someone to pick you up from the bar, because I'm afraid I'm too far away to help out." He c
Fire and Ice - Epilogue With Aizen dead at last, things began to settle. Toushirou completed the six months training with Karin. During that time, the two of them, along with Ichigo and his friends, managed to destroy half of the Arrancars numbers making Arrancars almost as rare as they had been before Aizens interference. It wasnt an uncommon sight to see Karin looking tired every morning from her nightly escapades, but eventually the bags under her eyes disappeared as the attacks occurred less often at nightbesides, her brother could handle them.Fire and Ice - Epilogue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When it was time for Toushirou to leave, he had mixed feelings. Momo was waiting for him in the Soul Society, home. Karin would be waiting for him in Karakura Town, which had become a sort of vacation home (if one could call it that). How could he face his one-time love? How could he leave the one tha
How to write an exciting blogHow to write an exciting blog9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How to write an exciting blog in 15 easy steps!
1: First you need a very cool username! Your real name doesn't do. Something with "sex" "666" "devil" "tears" "angel" or a lot of XxXxX in it should do.
2: Live an exciting life and write about that. If you don't have a great life, make up stuff you COULD have done during the day.
3: Update at least once per day. You don't get those all important pageviews if people don't come back every day.
4: Provoke your readers. Politics is a great way to do that. If you live in the US; write about why you support Bin Laden. If you live anywhere else; write about why you support Bush. If that fails you can pretend to have homophobia, hate _all_ animals, be a racist or become a nazi.
5: Tell about your sex life. If you don't have one, make one up. The more sex partners, the better.
6: Take and post a lot of pictures, often. Clothes are no good, try to aviod those. If you don't own a camera you should steal other peoples pictures. You should at least g
n00b form letters. -fuckspeakDear Sir/Madame,n00b form letters. -fuckspeak9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You are receiving this letter due to your remarkable inability to type in a comprehensible language, and your subsequent soiling of the _****_ forum. Those with mental disabilities, and those who learned English as a foreign tongue notwithstanding, one should never allow oneself to look quite so ignorant as you recently did. Should this embarassing and insulting bastardization of the written word continue, a sound pwning will be in order.
Einstein. My Hero.A University professor at a well known institution of higher learning challenged his students with this question. "Did God create everything that exists?"Einstein. My Hero.8 years ago in Historical More Like This
A student bravely replied, "Yes he did!"
"God created everything?" The professor asked.
"Yes sir, he certainly did," the student replied.
The professor answered, "If God created everything; then God created evil. And, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then we can assume God is evil."
The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical definition. The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.
Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question, professor?"
"Of course", replied the professor.
The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?"
"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The other students snickered at t
ash.Like all revolutions, it started with a whisper.ash.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And that whisper passed from underground to underground, echoing off walls adorned with subway tags, barbed wire love letters. That whisper became a murmur, and that murmur worked its way into the heart beneath the city, such that the ground rumbled with a fire and a fervour seldom heard. The earth had a bonfire in its belly, and freedom in its sights. Strangers acquiesced in silence, marching to the drum that beat beneath the blood. And the people rose and swelled like waves; the winds of change were mustered by a whisper. Like the flick of a lighter. The whisper that still echoed, faint and irrevocable, rattling old windowpanes like bones, coming under doors. Laced with the smell of smoke. As quietly, a spark caught tinder, and turned to flame; flame caught heat and turned to fire.
It was that whisper that you gave me. Your name was Ash, you said. You said our time had come. And lit my cigarette, unasked. That seditious tone and that u
Diary about zombies 1 Everyone had a dream in life. Whoever is left nowadays, they just have a story about their life after death. Every living person in this dead world has an autobiography consisting of sadness and suffering that is in short, the self evident indicaters of the emotional baggage that we all now cary throughout the world. Tragedy is the theme of life nowadays. It is the vice that holds us from the regression to simpler days where things used to actually make sense. Out of the baggage we accumulate from facing the dangers of everyday life, we grow stronger and find the means to lengthen our stories and have more to tell, be it for the better or the worse. The point is complicated, as anyone would tell you, but there is a simple point that I'd say that could summarize life amidst the dead world.Diary about zombies 16 years ago in Horror More Like This
Once upon a time, the free people of this world had once grew up with a dream for themselves. When everything went to shit, those dreams died and
I Loathe the UndeadI Loathe the Undead10 years ago in Humor More Like This
I loathe the undead.
They're always whining about "brains" and "guarrrgh" all the time and they're clawing at you with their nasty clammy maggoty-infested hands and biting your wife with their rotten yellow teeth and trudging along in a big stupid horde, losing their limbs all over the place and blocking traffic like they owned the world. Would you believe there was a zombie stampede on the I-41 this morning? Yeah, they held up traffic for like an hour. It was a huge stampede. They made me late to work and I think they almost cost me my job. Never mind that the boss has been later for less important reasons than a zombie stampede.
Some day I'm going to stick him in a room with a zombie in it and see how he likes it.
Anyway. I would have been later to work this morning ('cause I think that stampede's still going on, I mean they just said on the news half an hour ago that the last body count was like sixty, and that's way too many for just an hour-long stampede) if I hadn't gone and inst
The Eyes of ChildrenShe sees in black and white and the doctors don't know what's wrong with her.The Eyes of Children5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry," I sigh when she's seven years old and the doctors say there's nothing they can do.
"Don't be," she laughs, paintbrush in hand. "Everything is beautiful."
On the canvas, her lilac people smile.
Furries: Good For The EconomyFurries: Good for the economy.Furries: Good For The Economy7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Anthrocon has brought in 2 ½ million dollars in Pittsburg in one year. Thats 2 ½ in FIVE DAYS! Most of that goes back to the city. FurCon has contributed money to its city too. Every city or town with a convention in it has gained from it. Furry Cons bring economic growth and tourism to the communities in which they are held. Those communities boom!!! Thats how powerful The Fandom is. And the figures above that is just at the cons! Think about all the restaurants eaten at, cabs paid for, and merchandise bought outside of the cons! Your city is lucky if you have a con in it.
Imagine! A huge group of people who will spend huge amounts of cash on homemade drawings and nylon fabric tails. WHY HASNT ANYONE CAPITALIZED ON THIS!?!?!?!?
Troublesome CaptainsCaptains number thirteenTroublesome Captains7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the Soul Reaper's world
How to tell them apart:
Is their hair straight or curled?
We'll start with Old Yama
He's a truly old fart
Even though he knows all the
Shinigami Demon Arts
He's rather quite boring
So let's move to Squad 2
Where the captain's named Soi Fon
And her hair's black, not blue
She's pretty and looks Asian
And packs a good kick
Her martial arts skills
Are what make her tick.
Next we'll discuss
Smily Ichimaru Gin
His sword shoots at people
And his heart's made of tin.
He acts like a snake
And he bites like one too
Rukia's scared of him
He's creepy, that's true.
Has a rather long braid
That goes around her neck
She's a boring old maid
Next, Aizen Sousuke
There's not much to say
He's a child molester
And should die every day
Now we reach the sixth squad
The best of the lot
For the Captain's Byakuya
And he's extremely hot.
He's strong and he's smart
Though sometimes he's cruel
But when fangirls see him
All of them drool.
Umbrella Man: LambThe traveller was alone...Umbrella Man: Lamb4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The steam rising from the cracks in the rock obscured the way slightly, but that wasn't about to stop her trudging along the path through the jungle basin. Her normally long and flowing hair cut back to shoulder length and pulled back into a ponytail for the journey, her skin still getting used to the feeling of the travelling clothes.
Blinking as she wiped away the sweat from her brow, she briefly entertained the idea that perhaps the rest of the expedition had gone this way and that she was just a little slow by herself, but she had more common sense than that.
With no sign of the group, no trail, no phone and her map back with the rest of the group, she understood that her chances of finding them again were slim to none. Her chest heaving with fatigue, she leaned against the nearest twisting tree, the trunk slick with moss and fungus. Reaching into her backpack, she fumbled with the clasp on her water bottle, raising it to her lips and pouring some of the
Swiateczne przygotowaniaUbieranie choinki – mój ulubiony element świąt Bożego Narodzenia. Po dziś dzień pamiętam, jak z rodzicami i bratem ubierałam drzewko. Najzabawniejsze jest umieszczenie świerku w przeznaczonym do tego stojaku. Tata zawsze przeszukuje cały strych, co zajmuje mu masę czasu. Drugie tyle trwa przymocowywanie i przycina drzewka. Nie obywa się też bez obelg kierowanych do igieł sosny, czy co to tam jest. Po prostu choinki. Nie znam się na drzewach. Kolejnym punktem na liście jest znalezienie pudła z bombkami i oddzielenie potłuczonych od tych całych. Zaraz potem wraz z Maćkiem rzucamy się z bombkami na te igły. Tato nas jednak zatrzymuje, bo musi zawiesić lampki. Zanim uda mu się je rozplątać zdążymy wraz z mamą upiec coś słodkiego. By nie dokuczać tacie, który i tak dostaje białej gorączki na widok poplątSwiateczne przygotowania2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Vampires Don't SparkleFuck them all.Vampires Don't Sparkle5 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