SaltyBeef and fire part 3SaltyBeef and fire part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At the center of Tao village was a beautiful fountain of stone. What the pokemon inhabitants didn't know that under the fountain there was a secret base that belonged to two dirty mouthed magikarps. Their names where Boris and Norman; their hobbies involved flopping all over the place and frustrating their caretaker and roommate Cabbage the Sandshrew. Tonight Boris was home alone watching the game with a beer in hand (well fin), as his boyfriend Yuki the Vanillite made snow cones in the kitchen.
"Hey Bowis dear " Yuki said as he approached the fish carrying a tray of snow cones. "Do you want some of Yuki's speshul snowcones?"
"No bitch " Boris said taking a gulp of beer. "Now piss off, I'm watching the game "
Yuki's hands trembled angrily as he placed the tray of snow cones while trying to maintain his temper. Ever since they eloped, Boris has been nothing but mean. All of a sudden, the Vanillite got an idea
"HEY BOWIS! Will you come and lick Yuki?" The
From Now"We... won...... won.... we won.... we won.. we won!!!"From Now2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun was setting as the soldiers silently chanted those two words that they had never expected to be in the same sentence. They had rid all titans from the world. Like any other battle, there were a lot of casualties. Unfortunately, in the end even the great ally of humankind was killed. Some quietly cried for victory, while others cried in grief.
In the vast field, some were still standing, looking at the setting sun up close for the first time in peace. Soon, everyone was looking for the lost companions that couldn't; who hadn't made it. Moments of standing in silence after, they slowly started to wander off a bit. But two soldiers with the famous wings of freedom covered bloodied remained there, unmoving, still staring into the big, blinding red sun. Rivaille stood next to Hanji, who was crouched on the grass, her glasses removed as her hands were covering her face, weeping loudly.
Normally Rivaille would tell her to s
Alcoholic TearsBut I'm drunk on you,Alcoholic Tears6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Your intoxicating eyes.
What else could I need?
Malec: Dream (2/2)Magnus knelt on the bed, his breath heavy and his heart pounding so hard he could feel it through his whole body. Panicly, he stared with wide eyes at the empty place where Alec should be. The comforter there was tossed aside, the pillow crumpled. When Magnus moved his hands over the mattress, it felt warm to the touch. Warm enough to note someone had been lying there not long ago. Trying to order his thoughts, Magnus recollected what just had happened. He needed to calm himself down.Malec: Dream (2/2)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Inhaling deeply, he remembered his dream.
Alec worked on some papers, Magnus wanted to spent time with him but had to wait until the Shadowhunter was done. Then he woke up. It was late at night and he had cuddled with Alec. Yeah, three hours ago he had cuddled with his boyfriend.
But now, he wasn't here.
Why wasn't his boyfriend here?
Hadn't he only dreamed he was hunting? He couldn't be hunting for real, could he?
It was only a dream.
Being a warlock meant that sometimes dreams could tell you the truth,
Things Daleks Would Never SayO-M-G! YOU LOOK FAB-U-LOUS! IS THAT PRA-DA?Things Daleks Would Never Say6 years ago in Humor More Like This
THATS WHAT SHE SAID.
O-KAY, WE GIVE UP. YOU WIN, DOC-TOR.
TIME FOR A MAKE-O-VER, GIRLS!
HEL-LO. MY NAME IS DA-LEK CAAN. YOU KILLED MY FA-THER. PRE-PARE TO DIE.
AM I BOV-VERED?
OH, SOD IT. WHO NEEDS EXTERMINATION ANYWAY? IM JUST GOING TO GO HOME AND MAKE A CUP OF TEA
UNICORNS ARE PRET-TY!
I NEED A HUG <3
ITS FUN TO STAY AT THE Y-M-C-A!
SERIOUSLY, DAVROS? YOU NEED A MANICURE.
WHERES MY RICHARD SIMMONS TAPE?
ARE YOU MY MUMMY?
HEY, CHAR-LIE! WE FOUND A MAP TO CANDY MOUNTAIN!
YEAH, CHRIS. EX-TRAP-O-LATE. (kudos if you know what this is quoting)
WHOS UP FOR SOME IRISH STEPDANCING?
IM GONNA SING THE DOOM
He Is Not An Edward.He is not an Edward.He Is Not An Edward.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He doesn't stare at me every minute he is with me.
Or smell my hair and watch me sleep.
Won't follow me, like a lost puppy,
Sometimes, he'll even walk away.
He doesn't love me for my faults,
It's in spite of them.
He'll notice pretty girls, even think of
When he laughs at me, it's because I'm silly,
The thought of me getting hurt does not bring tears to his eyes.
He would not die if I died,
He is not an Edward.
And I am not a Bella.
We are real.
Our love is real.
Is more important, and genuine
Than idealistic, impossible fantasies.
I want a Sam.
The Art Vendor's PrologueAn art vendor, quite large and round in the bellyThe Art Vendor's Prologue7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sat there at his desk with a sandwich from the deli
Food littered his area as he sat there alone
Heavily coated in repulsive cologne
From time to time he wondered why nothing would sell
People avoided him, and some would yell,
"Your appearance needs work, and so do your pieces
Your shirt and your papers are filled with such creases!"
"Such art", they continued, "will never pull through,
Just pack up your stuff and find something else to do."
The art vendor, morale now low
Packed up his things and was ready to go.
Another day, another sorrow
The art vendor just hopes for a better tomorrow
finally freeShe dreamed of dreams no one had daredfinally free8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She wished for hope that could save her from despair
She need not of material things, dont you see
All she wanted was one thing: to be free
The wind was her companion
The earth was her home
She prefered to do things her way
Decisions of her own
She walked alone forever on this land
She turned down those who extend a helping hand
Misunderstood, thats what she was
Never belonged, never one of us
But she was a free spirit
Someone you can never tame
So different from the rest
Like the pure essence of a golden flame
She was suffering though
Carried a burden in her heart
The piercing pain was too much for her
It was tearing her apart
She disappeared one day
The place she went was hard to say
But theres one thing i can guarantee
She got what she wanted... she was finally free
HH S, year 1, day1 page 1!HH S, year 1, day1 page 1!3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So, are the mini us here yet"? Nightwing ask standing next to Batman. "They will be arriving, by helicopter" Batman answered . "Aren`t you a little old to be mentoring teenagers"? Nightwing asked, in a cocky voice. Batman then smiled, "just try to keep" He replied, in a more cocky tone of voice. It was 10: PM at the island , the wind was blowing through the trees, the seas as calm, nut not steady. The moon was full, and the sky was full of stars. Nightwing, and Batman stood next to, two red colored dorms, awaiting the arrival of the new students. Meanwhile on one of the helicopters, headed to the island, a teenage boy about the age of 14, with short black hair, wearing a red jacket, and green pants, and sunglasses is sleeping. "Hey Tim, wake up man were hear, we made it!" Said, a young black male named Victor shaking the boy named Tim Drake awake. "Thanks Vic" Tim said. "But please try to keep, the name on the down low." Tim requested, he then looked outside the window, (he saw the isl
in praise of scavengersOh, those crows,in praise of scavengers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
perceptive and wise and with a sense of time and season.
They know how emotional humans get
when Christmas comes.
What suckers they are for feeding the birds,
an act of love when they can give no love to others
The crows settle in apartment block parking lots
the way seagulls gather in shopping strips
next to fast food joints
or hover and flap in masses
on the scrapheaps of garbage scows
sent from the city
with the dregs of living
How to Make a VampireVampire lore spans many, many years back into the past and they still remain popular today as one of the most recognized and exalted horror icons in the monster world of fiction. Yet despite having many different variations the world over, some parts have either been watered down or completely written out for today's modern audience. Maybe you want to share in the stable, ever-growing fangirl or fanboy-powered market of vampire literature? Well, look no further. Here are some tips to help get you started:How to Make a Vampire5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1. Beauty and the Beast Despite there being years and years of pre-existing exotic vampire folklore from all over the world, it really has only dwindled down to two types that actually sell in this day and age. Either: A) Smoking hot undead vampires that want to sex you or B) Incredibly violent gore-loving animals that want to kill everything.
How does one come down to choosing?
Well, just try and figure out what kind of audience you're going to pander to. The mai
AwkwardawkwardAwkward7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you meant to step right.
Staring at her
In the middle of a dance,
Unable to breathe.
Singing songs because
You want to,
Not because you're any good.
The rush of words
That you can't make out.
Laughing when they
Can't remember either.
The silence between
That golden breath,
Ren is dead.Just one moment can change your presence,Ren is dead.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
change your future, change your past.
Only one word can kill your heart and crush your soul.
Reality? More cruel it cannot be.
The day his existence vanished, my time has stopped.
And every face that looks at me,
every voice that speaks to me,
is unseen and unheard by me, like I am by him.
And as he stopped breathing,
my destiny was carved in stone.
So I continue endlessly,
pursuing your receding figure,
forbidden to remember, terrified to forget.
Never could the heart endure,
what the mind's not believing yet,
never will those words arrive to the deepest,
because your memory doesn't want to be
turned into something unbearable.
But the time will come,
when this killing truth eats itself through the repressed streams,
and the numbing haze, which are my feelings
- torn up to pieces, frail and worthless
if compared to what they were.
The day you perished, our love drowned in blood and tears.
Insight finally reaches my very he
Sunday Morning (a LeviHan drabble) It was around four in the morning. Darkness enveloped the confines of the small Spartan room and not a single ray of sunlight came pouring from the window. The hustle and bustle usually heard during the day in the barracks was replaced by an eerie silence, surprising for what was the makeshift home for over a hundred soldiers. Hardly anyone was up and about at this dark and solitary hour, yet, for a certain corporal, this was the man's regular time to wake up. Stretching his arms languidly, Corporal Levi, humanity's strongest soldier, sat up from his bed and yawned.Sunday Morning (a LeviHan drabble)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Right about now, Levi would usually begin his morning routine. Starting with stretching, he would begin practicing some military and exercise drills. Afterwards, the corporal would bathe, change clothes, eat breakfast, and then proceed to do his paperwork. He would have lunch at exactly 12:30, then finish up the remaining files and reports. Later, when the man had completed all tha
The Guilty GirlThe Guilty Girl7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The shards of lost love
Trail me everywhere
They cut deeply into my feet
Pieces of heart-shaped pottery
are obscured to all but me
For I see them plainly
Existing perpetually with tormenting clarity
Is it life?
I taste the air and death of others around me
But I am numbed to the essence of life
Always subsisting but never truly awake
How can I be?
Haunted by their extinguished desires
A tear rolls down my ghost face
And explodes in sorrow unto the pitiless ground
There is no peace for me
Nor will there ever be
But, as always, the blame is mine
Never happiness or escape
For that belonged to them
And by robbing their lives of it,
It was withdrawn from mine.
As it should be.
ConfusionYou should be called a sinConfusion7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you shadow me
Youre engraved in my thoughts
Nails bit to the edge
Cant you see I worry?
You touch my skin
You kiss my lips
How can I explain this?
This lustful terror youve created
Eyes reflecting your desire
Your arms around me
Why do you do this to me?
My heart races in your presence
It yearns for your call
You envy dont you?
How you cant have me
So you steal me
Steal my heart and being
I am haunted
You whisper in my ear
The regret you left me
As he walks through the door
You should be called a sin
How you shadow me
Youre engraved in my thoughts
Nails bit to the edge
Albert Wesker : Owner's GuideAlbert Wesker: An Owner's Guide and Maintenance ManualAlbert Wesker : Owner's Guide9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You are now the proud owner of an ALBERT WESKER unit! In order to obtain top performance from your captain, please follow the procedures detailed in this manual.
Note that there are currently two editions of our WESKER unit available to guarantee a wider range of sexy evilness. You may chose between
(a) Type I CAPTAIN ALBERT WESKER
(b) Type II ALBERT WESKER CVX
Please ensure that you have been issued with the edition of your choice as confusing these two types may result in severe malfunctions and/or permanent damage to the unit and/or his owner.
Name: Albert Wesker (may be referred to as Wesker, Captain, treacherous bastard or Albie, although the latter is not recommended)
Manufacturer: Evil Traitor Inc.
Year of Production: 1960
Height: 6ft ( 183 cm)
Weight: 186 lbs ( 84 kg)
Length: not human anymore
Can You Come To Miami, Leon?Claire Redfield sighed, a cup of warm tea in her hands. Chris had managed to convince her to stop drinking coffee and to get some rest. What had happened in Raccoon City and Rockfort had haunted her like a horror movie would haunt any sane mind even if the person didnt believe it was going to scare them. Of course, maybe thats what all this fear was about; Raccoon and Rockfort, the Ashford twins, Steve Burnsidemaybe they were all just dreams that loved to torment her subconscious. It was possible, right?Can You Come To Miami, Leon?7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sighing to herself, Claire realized how unrealistic that seemed. If it was a dream, Claire, her mind began in a solemn tone, you are not the only one whos stuck in the nightmares. Chris, Jill, Barry, Leontheyve all been hit, too!
It had been so long since shed actually thought about him. Ever since that email, they hadnt really bothered to keep in touch. Leon had managed to tell Chris she was in need of help and then she and th
Nude Art PetitionIt seems that DA suffers from an over-representation of female nude photography compared to other types of Nude Arts, and that male nude, especially, lacks the representation it deserves.Nude Art Petition9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This petition proposes :
_To enlarge the nude photography category to a NUDE ART category.
_To split this nude art category into a FEMALE NUDE ART and a MALE NUDE ART categories, which would both have their own gallery director.
This would ensure a better representation of male nude and other sorts than photographic nudes in the Daily Deviations and on DA.
Suicide...They made me feel invisibleSuicide...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or even just thin air
I thought I was compatible
Turns out they did'nt care
Alone here in my corner
A prisoner in my own heart
Nobody, no comfort-ers
I should have known from the start
That's how life is, or so they say
Trapped yet somehow sadly free
Forever to spend the rest of my days
alone in the darkness. Just me
Would it be so much a burden
If you'd just take the time
To stop what you are doing
And notice this soul of mine?
Is it too much of a request
To say "hi" to me just once
Or perhaps stop by at my desk
To have a chat that counts?
I'm not the kind of person
Who'll crave more once she's got a dose
Of a cure for self-arson
Like a leech draining a host
All I wish is company
Is that so difficult?
A friend who will stand by me
And prove I am not occult
The girl who's misunderstood
That is what I am called
The world ignored me for good
Shunned, rejected & withdraw-ed
No one bothers to know me
They just assumed I didn't care
For outcasts don't need to be