O mangowcach slow kilka...O mangowcach słów kilka...O mangowcach slow kilka...4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Taki kolejny krejzolkowaty projekt z mojej strony. Już wyjaśniam o co w nim chodzi. Wpisuję z google ksywę mangowca który napatoczy się akurat w mojej głowie i wklejam tu najfajniejszą/najśmieszniejszą definicję zamieszczoną na portalu :) żeby było fair to zacznę od siebie. Ciekawe co z tego wyjdzie!
(w nawiasach moje komenciki-chan)
Pensjonat Sasek - To wokół nich kręci się życie w Sasku. Mamy ich tu ponad 50. Różnej rasy, ale dobrego charakteru. Proponujemy jazdy konne w terenie, na
Through crying eyes part 1THROUGH CRYING EYESThrough crying eyes part 14 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
A short story
"I don't understand. I thought you loved me." "I guess I don't."
Hi. My name is Chase William and my life bites. Here's why.......
I open one eye tiredly as my alarm clock blared music in my ear. I sighed and wacked it untill it shut off. I strettched in my bed then slowly pulled myself out of it. "I can't believe I have to go to school again. I can't believe it's Monday already." I said to myself. I trudged into the bathroom, went, brushed my hair and teeth then got dressed. I didn't have time to eat. I never do on weekdays. I set my alarm as late as possible. I grabbed my bag and walked off to s
VoceVoce5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Você é muito importante para mim.
Você corre, trabalha, canta, chora, ama, corre, mas nunca para os meus braços.
Eu te faço sorrir, mas você não percebe...
Você sente ódio, amor, sente tudo menos a minha presença.
Você estuda e não me entende, ganha e não me ajuda, canta e não me alegra.
Você é tão inteligente e não sabe nada de mim.
Você reclama dos maus tratos, mas não valoriza o que eu faço por você.
Você conhece tanta gente importante, mas não conhece a mim.
Você quebra tantos galhos para os amigos, mas n
L'idea sopitaUn chiaro scuro in bilicoL'idea sopita3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
tra il bulimico pazientare:
emulsioni di ombre
Colpi netti sopra il foglio
accordando testa e dita,
impressioni vive al tatto
sbavature a matita.
Gira, gira non capìta
gira tra le dita
cerca pace nell'oblio
cui la memoria da vita
Burning HopeDays far gone, but I rememberBurning Hope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a bright and burning ember
A glowing spark in my hearts eye
Of love and hope that never dies
Shared with me by a true friend
Who is there from start to end
With help, ember turned to flame
Burning warmly in love's name
I bear this flame in my hands
Wandering through darkened lands
To find those lost like me
And set them from the shadows free
I once was lost just like you
So believe what I say
Everyone, come and take part
Let this flame light your heart.
100themeschallenge-SakuraIt was the sakura blossoms that saved her. She was lost in her own misery, shadowed by dark thoughts. There was no path going forward, she could see, no way ahead. Every day she fell further into dispair, losing her mind along the way. As she gave up her very last hope in the world, a bright petal at the edge of her vision caught her attention. She stood in awe. There was something in this world that she could live for, something truly beautiful. Tears of joy came into existence, and she knew she was going to be alright.100themeschallenge-Sakura4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
PasseggeriAsfalto grigio. Foglie marroni.Passeggeri4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Il vento spazza il marciapiede, facendole volare.
Un ragazzo coi capelli neri si tira su la sciarpa e si ferma nel piccolo parco nel mezzo della piazza, puntando lo sguardo verso una strada in salita.
Il cielo è così grigio che quasi tutti hanno un ombrello, chiuso, e chi non ce lha sta meditando di tornare a casa a prenderlo.
Una giovane donna si aggiusta le cuffie nelle orecchie e attraversa il parco, per un istante si ferma ad osservare la strada in salita, poi prosegue.
Qualcuno pensa ai regali di Natale, qualcuno pensa che è in ritardo, qualcuno pensa di essere triste, qualcun
A Poem by Nishiyama SoinNOTES ON TRANSLATION 1A Poem by Nishiyama Soin5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Translations of a Poem by Nishiyama Soin
The original Japanese reads:
nagamu to te
hana ni mo itashi
kubi no hone
Donald Keene translates this poem as:
Thanks to my gazing
I got a pain from the blossoms
In the bone of my neck
It is a parody of the Saigyo poem: "I gazed so long at the blossoms they became dear to me, and when they fell, leaving me, I was sad." For Japanese culture "flower gazing" has been (and still is, for some) considered a national passtime, as with haiku poetry (much like rugby is considered a "national" passtime in New Zealand).
The Keene translation (though useful) seems to miss the humo
A Simple WalkTitle- A Simple WalkA Simple Walk5 years ago in Horror More Like This
Summary- Four teenagers decide to go for a walk thinking that it'd be fun, along the way they meet with a younger boy about 13 years old who wants to show them another way back to their small cozy neighborhood. As they are walking through the forest the main character Alisa thinks there someone or something watching them as they walk. Thinking that she's just complaining instead of enjoying the outdoors her friends continue on, having no other choice Alisa decides to follow her friends.
"Man, why did I suggest that we go to the big field? I wanted to go back the way we
Guide to ParentsKelseys Guide to Parents How to survive those 18 years of confinementGuide to Parents5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So this would be exactly what the title says, a guide on how to get your way without getting in trouble, as well as breaking rules without getting caught. Now some may wonder how I am qualified to even think that I could possibly manipulate parents, but it is a good given gift. However studying these simple rules you too can be that kid who gets away with everything.
1. You are not as smart as you think you are. You are not sly and sneaky, you are not knowledgeable and you are certainly not perfect. This is rule number one because this gets the rookies every
How to Offend PeopleOffending people is a special section of the manual on how to be a douchebag. Remember that to be annoying, you must be the subject of hate and disgust by those who are too sensitive for their own good.How to Offend People5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Here are a few steps on how to achieve the pinnacle of insult and offensive gesture greatness.
Step 1: Know your enemy.
This is the crucial step, as always. Sun Tzu said it best, and there is a reason why it is still upheld despite being an ancient rule: It works wonders.
Assess both physical and mental integrity of the chosen victim. Know his/her weaknesses and learn how to exploit them. A hot temper is always the easiest to take adv
Love is like...LoveLove is like...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is like watering a flower
If you give it too much
It will flood and slowly die.
And if you give it too little
It will shivel up and die.
But if you give it the
Right amount it will
Bloom into something
TsuOro fanfic Chapter 4 pt. 2The next morning, Tsunade awoke. The looked over at her clock and realized that it was mid afternoon, and sat up instantly. She clambered out of bed and got dressed as quick as possible, and rushed past her mom as fast as possible. Her mother tried to tell her something, but Tsunade was gone. She ran down the street, and to the training ground where they were supposed to meet.TsuOro fanfic Chapter 4 pt. 26 years ago in General More Like This
The blonde skidded to a stop, and puffed a exhausted apology for being late to her team mates, since Sarutobi-sensei wasnt there yet. She stopped mid sentence as she saw the looks that the boys were giving her. She blinked clueless and began to piece together wha
TemaShika-Lamore AmoreCh4 prt1Later that afternoon, Temari awoke, to find a note on the chopping board in the kitchen. Temari-san, I'm going to go an a mission with my team for the next few days. Feel free to eat anything you'd like"-which reminded her, she hadnt eaten since that morning-"and you can buy ramen on my tab, if we run out. I'll be back in a few days, hope you don't get to bored! :)TemaShika-Lamore AmoreCh4 prt16 years ago in General More Like This
Tenten'. She sighed, and put the note down on the counter again, and put her hands on her hips, "Man, that girl is everywhere at once, isn't she?" She asked herself, and got some sandwich bread out of the bread box, when there was a knock on the door. She pu
How To Write A StoryIn the room of the writingHow To Write A Story6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Only fantasy creates the limits…
So you have decided to become a writer? Do you want to take part amongst the legendary names like Stephen King and David Eddings? Perhaps you are a person who enjoys reading a bit more classic books, like Shakespeare or Ivanhoe? Or maybe something futuristic, like Star Wars? Perhaps you are more of a person that reads everything that he/she can get their hands on. Or perhaps you simply don't read at all. Who am I to know, all I do know is that you are now looking at my small guid
L'amore amore TemaShika Ch 2Chapter 2L'amore amore TemaShika Ch 26 years ago in General More Like This
Temari awoke the next morning by Tenten's voice, "Um, I'm going out for some training, feel free to help yourself to some breakfast!!" She yelled, and closed the door behind her. Temari rubbed her eyes and shook herself awake. She got dressed and passed through the kitchen, then made herself some toast. She popped it in her mouth and ran out the door. She ignored the fact that the toast was dry, and headed up to the Hokage's tower. She poked her head in the room and saw Tsunade shake her head. AS if she knew what Temari had came for, she said, "I'm sorry, I won't be able to get the scroll done for the next few days, so you'll have
L'amore amore Ch 1 Cont.The brunette nodded and walked off lazily. Temari sat down on a chair and sighed deeply. She didn't like the idea of bunking with the weapons specialist, but, hey, she didn't have much of a choice now, did she? She sat back, and waited. Minutes later, Shikamaru returned with Tenten, who stood at attention in front of Tsunade. "Yes, Tsunade-dono?" She asked peppily. Temari drooped. Oh yeah, she's another one of those preps. That's why I didn't like her. Tsunade nodded her head towards the blonde in the arm chair. "Temari of the sand will be staying at your house until she is able to go back to her own village," The fifth hokage said, and TenteL'amore amore Ch 1 Cont.6 years ago in General More Like This
Buonanotte…And fade out again…and fade out…Buonanotte6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
L'aria fredda di una notte di febbraio. Un brivido scorre lungo il collo.
Dall'interno della stanza una voce malinconica canta il male dell'esistenza, ma lei non l'ascolta già più: i suoi sensi sono concentrati su ciò che è fuori, sulla visione che una finestra spalancata le può offrire, sulla strada vuota, sulle auto immobili, sulle luci gelide dei lampioni. Gli occhi si spostano lentamente da un estremo all'altro del panorama, contando ogni serranda chiusa, fermandosi a leggere le insegne buie dei negozi; vagano alla ricerca di altri occhi, forse. Si sporge appena, puntando le braccia sul bordo. L'asfalt
Global AbortionThere's a global abortionGlobal Abortion7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's already begun
The countdown to elimination
Began on day one
We can see annihiliation
On the TV screens
From the ground below the destruction
Comes an unheard child's scream
What goes around comes around
We'll have to learn
You're blowing up the planet
Killing your own men
A Guide to Writing, part oneA Guide to WritingA Guide to Writing, part one7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The days passed, one by one, sitting there, alone…utterly uninspired. I felt my life slowly slipping through my fingers, and I dared not try to catch the falling drops, the climaxes of my own story. Would they be happy? Would they be sad? Would they once again break me, throw me into darkness? And thus, I found myself this Sunday morning.
As an aspiring writer, I had sought to expand the lives of others with my stories; yet here I sat, unmoving, unthinking, unfeeling. My mind was undoing itself, and that morning my subconscious told me the unraveling was complete. I remember vaguely looking ou
AdviceAs you travel through life take my advice:Advice7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Be kind to your elders; one day, if you are lucky, you will be older too.
Do not demand the latest gadget, the newest mobile phone; your parents' bank accounts are not bottomless pits. You will discover this when you leave school and get a job.
Help out with the chores; it's a great training ground for when you have your own home. Growing something green and furry in your used coffee mug for a week is not attractive or hygienic.
Learn to cook; you will not have to exist on McDonald's or starve to death.
Enjoy the silence; sometimes a gap does not need to be filled with idle chatter or loud mus
Guide to Moving to the USAAll of these are from all of my experiences.Guide to Moving to the USA7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Here we go:
-Don't carrry a screw driver in your hand luggage.
-Do not mess with the African-American security guards, they are always bigger than you.
-Do not just nod and say "yes" when you don't understand, it can get you into a lot of trouble.
-Do not use the word "hell" in a Bible Belt district
-If going to school, wear your Aussie clothes. All the clothes here in America are all plain and boring.
-Do not expect people to automatically know which country you're from, if you have an accent you must be from England.
-Do not use the words "terror-" or "bomb", especially in an airport.
Positive Critique GuideWelcome to the Emotive-Box's guide to writing Positive Critique. Remember, that these are only guidelines, not necessarily rules and these guidelines do not apply to everyday critique or other groups, just to Emotive-Box.Positive Critique Guide7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
When giving critique to a piece of poetry, you follow some certain steps. The steps are described below and will be the main body, if not all of your critique.
Step One: Comment on whether you like the poem, or not.
Remember, that liking poems is a personal taste. What one may like, another may not. Don't be afraid to say you don't like it, but remember to state things you think the poet did WELL.
Step Two: Point out som