PalestinePalestine10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Homes being torn down
to make room for better people
It starts with a family still inside
As the tank moves
a small boy starts to cry
The fear chokes him
He goes blind
The older boy who escaped
tries to defend his home
throwing rocks at the tank
He is seized by men with AKs
The fear chokes him
wetness drips down his pants
A man teaches his son to pray
in the house of God
until tanks surround them
and soldiers destroy the peace
Three laugh as they fire their weapons
at the son
The father stands over his limp body
in a last act of defiance
More bullets fly, hitting mosaics on the wall
spelling "God, the most merciful" in flowing Arabic script
One shot missed, he's paralyzed
more laughing as another hits its target
in between his eyes
He falls over his son
This is Palestine
This is Hell
My Brother and I Excerpt:</i>My Brother and I7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
"One more question?"
"About what?" he chuckled.
"It is kind of personal," I warned him.
He laughed, kissing my forehead. He was very open to me tonight, for I realized he was kissing my forehead much more than usual.
I took a deep breath. "What of your own affairs? Is there a young woman who has caught your eye?"
I was very curious, especially after the closeness he was displaying to me tonight.
Francis's arm tightened around me, pulling me closer.
"There is, and she is a very beautiful young woman," he told me.
"Is that all?"
"We are too close to ever have a relationship that is intimate," he admitted.
I gasped with interest.
"You want to be her lover?" I gasped, turning to face him.
He chuckled and nodded.
"I do. Very much. I throb with lust whenever I see her! It is t
Writing Prompts For YouFun and Creative Writing PromptsWriting Prompts For You5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now what I like to do with these is take characters from my most treasured stories I've written and use them in these situations, to help me get closer to them and understand their personalities better. Because believe it or not, once you've created a character and brought it to life in a story, their personality comes out on their own; you don't create it.
For example, one of my characters is Jenny. She was originally made as a joke character with a goth-demeanor, made to be all emo and lame. But when I decided to make her a main character in my story, she turned into a rather fashionable, in-depth, philosophical woman with a bit of an attitude. I didn't plan for it, it just turned out that way as the story went on.
So go ahead. Take your most treasured characters that you think you know SO well, and write them into these situations. See what you learn about your character. (And get some always-helpful writing practice in along the way, as well!)
30 second relationship Her voice sounds like cigarettes and too much make-up. The type of girl you'd see lit under a glowing Bud Lite beer sign.30 second relationship8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sitting there with a scowl that girls' who think they're pretty wear; she hums softly along with her iPod. Her chipped every-girl-red fingernails tapping mindlessly on her shopping bag.
Being here, sitting right next to her, I can feel her trying to pretend I don't exsist. She's staring up at the motionless people on the subway car's billboards.
The train slows, brakes squeaking and the music in her earbuds gets louder. Ding and the doors open.
As I stand to get up I lean over to her. Her ignoring me, her pretending I don't exsist. I lean over, with my new found invisibility, and say "Whore."
LoveLove can be kind, but it can be cruelLove9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It can mess with your mind
And make you feel like a fool.
It can break your heart
And make you cry.
And there will be times
You want to die.
Love can make you do some crazy things
One moment you'll find yourself
Standing out on a limb.
Losing your balance
Only to find
No one is around to catch you
As you fall from behind.
Love can be evil. Love can be wrong
Love is not always simple
But it's always strong.
How it controls you
Is a question indeed
Because there are times I feel like
I will never be free.
Love can be prison. Love can be blind
How it messes you up
And takes over your mind.
Until you can't think of anyone else
It's their smile you see
Their happiness you feel
How it drives you crazy
How you wish it wasn't real.
Love can be silly. Love can be cute
It can make you giggle
Sound like a flute.
Melodious and peaceful
As it dances on your heart
Makes you giddy
Right from the start.
Love can be everything or nothing at all
It can be a slow smi
France x Joan of Arc - MemoireFrance x Joan of Arc - Memoire5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I fight for you, and yet, I know not of your name. Pray tell, will I ever be given the chance to have the honor of learning what it would happen to be?"
Joan smiled softly, her shoulders hunching slightly as she eyed the taller blond that stood before her. Cerulean upon cerulean locked for a long moment, her softer shade contrasting greatly with the surprised, nearly wide-eyed look the ageless male shot towards her. "I take it that I'm still not worthy of such...?"
When his eyes flickered from her's, the blooming pangs of regret began to ebb at her stomach. Perhaps it was too much to ask for after all, she was nothing more than a lowly servant working under this man. This man, whom God had asked her to fight for, to serve without question, and to protect to her very last breath
The last thing she wanted was to upset him. Surely, doing so would displease her Lord.
"You already know of my name," he answered, unable to meet her gaze again. "France. Onc
This Art Is ShitIf I knew then what I knew now, maybe I might have appreciated my work a little more.This Art Is Shit5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I always used to compare myself to the other artists that I would see, artists much older than me, with the training and the experience I didn't have. It didn't seem to matter to me where they came from, just that they where good and I was not. If I had understood at the time that someday, with perseverance, study and practice that I too might be ask good as them, maybe I might have worked a little harder, studied a little more and not been so down on myself.
Now I look back on a lot of the artists who were my idols, megabytes worth of their art saved to my ancient drive in the basement for reference and inspiration. I realize, they really weren't that good. Some of them were actually quite bad. At any given time, if your art sucks to you or even thousands of other people, it is amazing to someone and you are inspiring someone else by sharing it with them.
If it seems like you are not improving at all
435 Writing Prompts!1. Violinist. (Or violin)435 Writing Prompts!3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
3. Paper aeroplane.
4. Dandelion seed.
6. She sings.
7. Dragonfly toes.
8. A stolen ring.
9. Broken wristwatch.
10. Missing tooth.
12. Fairytale gone wrong.
19. Lucky rabbit's paw.
24. 1000 paper cranes.
27. Puppet show.
28. Triskaidekaphobia. (Fear of the number thirteen.)
30. Letters to the moon.
32. Ballet shoes.
35. Breathless. (Or, breathlessly.)
36. Tachycardia. (An unusually fast heartbeat.)
37. Bradycardia. (A very slow heartbeat.)
40. Strobe light.
42. Fake quirks.
43. Contact lenses.
44. Siren. (Either the mythological creature, or the object.)
46. Comet in a bottle.
50. Tarot card.
Be a phoenixI want nothing moreBe a phoenix4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than to be seen
For who I am
Are always telling me
Who to be
And who I am
I'll shout to the sky,
This isn't me
Only I can be me.
I'll be gone before you know
Who you think I am
Are always telling me
Who to be
And who I am
Hush be quiet
Listen for once,
To the real me
Don't fall to others
Stand on your own
You're torn to pieces
Are always telling me
Who to be
And who I am
Be a phoenix in the ground
Don't let them get you down
You are you
And no one, no one
Can ever tell you
Who you are
Show the people
Who you are.
Inhalation, Motivation, and...Everything's lost and everything's found.Inhalation, Motivation, and...11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It happens in a second with so little sound.
Only the lighter's gentle flick,
The hall clock's quiet tick,
And the sound of a deep inhalation.
Everything's later and everything's soon,
All in the comfort of my well-lit room.
Sitting on the green sheets,
As the gray vapor depletes
From the bowl for my fixation.
Everything's here and everything's there.
I examine my skin, I check on my hair.
Each beat of my heart is quick,
But it's not because I'm sick.
There's no ill-will or trepidation.
Everything's scary and everything's safe.
My mind starts to buzz, my skin starts to chafe.
The white walls of my room are bright,
And even in this dead of night
They bring such slow aggravation.
Everything's crystal and everything's smoke,
So much better than any pothead's toke.
The next eight hours will go by so fast.
I will thrown down ideas that just might last.
And I'll deny each allegation.
Everything's evil and everything's incorrect,
Especially in their w
The Moose and the MatchesThe Moose and the Matches7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One day a moose found a box that said "match"
and he stumbled across an egg about to hatch
So the moose took a match and lit the egg on fire
and the life of the egg began to expire
So the moose went on to find something to do.
He found a cow-moose with eyes so blue.
Moose lit a candle for a romantic dinner-
or tried anyway- without her fur she looked thinner.
So the moose moved on-his matches beside him.
he burned everything so company was slim.
He got angry thinking of what he'd done.
so he lit another match and began to run.
He ran by the field, catching it in flame-
the whole forest burning he had no shame
He ran to the next woods, burning them all
every thing crumbling in ash- big or small.
So that's the story of the match-happy moose
who even burned off a part of his own caboose.
His profession is flames-he's an arsonist now.
How he ever lit that first match, I can't figure how.
Why I'm such a dick99.99999+ percent of the population are idiots. I have to put up with everyone's stupidity everyday. I'm sick of it. Everyone is either racist or sexist or retarded (all of which are interchangeable with each other) and spits off their bullshit beliefs followed by non-logic philosophy or stupid ass science. No one in this town knows anything. Everyone here is fucking stupid but me. I mean it. If there was a KKK rally here I swear to the Almighty Lord above I would bomb them, right into the arm pits of hell.Why I'm such a dick8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Everyone here seems to have an asshole problem too. It might be because their head is up their ass, it might be because they were dropped on their ass as a baby and hurt their head, maybe they are fucked in it too much: who knows. EVERYONE HERE ARE ASSHOLES. I mean it. With their "hot cars" and "sexy girlfriends" and what not. The car is to cover up their small penis which now has AIDs because of their "sexy girlfriends." Damned assholes. I hope they wreck. I hope one day God is wat
Set Fire To FlamesI'm 47 and I am ratherSet Fire To Flames10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a tendancy to start raging fires within my skull
before I go to sleep
Cold fingers latched on to matches and bucket of gasoline
as I glanced at your physique,
oh how enhancing it would be,
a silhoutte flickering amidst
fumes and flames
While urning for you to once more exhale
We once doused ourselves beneath a mountain of notes
contemplated artificle tales and corrupted self desgins
debating contriversal facts, and generally relaied on each other's backs
We even took the time to count grains of sands
amidst roaring enemy airships; gracing the heavens and preparing to land
I frequently was as smothering
as a wave
at times I reeked with
but even if I once was so, this Im sure of though
I'd douse this whole town beneath a sea of fuel
and set fire to flames before I let everything merely go
BLT -- Light and DarkBLT -- Light and Dark6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a dark and stormy night! No, wait, it wasn't stormy yet. That happened later. Well, let's just say it was a dark night and leave it there.
Two whole days had passed since we had left the Cottage. We'd seen some interesting things already, like a forest of sticks and a peaceful meadow filled with animals. We'd followed the light of the Really Big Lamp and Radio's navigation skills (if they really were real) to this place; a creepy forest of darkness.
Being a lamp, I hate the dark. That's why I was so glad my light was there to shine in the forest, showing everyone where to go. Of course, I was a little bit angry when Kirby told me to turn it off, but he had a good reason. The battery was dying, and without it there would be no way we could keep going. Sure, we can move on our own power for a little while, but we need some power source to keep us going forever.
So, there we were, in the dark and spooky forest, no light, running low on power, no light, in need of shelter, and no li
Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt2The chariot touched down in Canterlot, more specifically, Celestia's castle grounds. Twilight and her friends disembarked the chariot and thanked the guards, who held their heads high, showing off their pride. Twilight led her friends through the grounds and into the castle itself. There they met with Princess Celestia, who was pleased to see that they had finally arrived.Of Dreams and Nightmares Pt24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please, this way " spoke Celestia, her tone seeming to be layered with a sense of urgency, which contrasted her normal, slower, calmer way of speaking. The Princess led them through the elegant hallways, where shining marble pillars, and various stone carvings oversaw their progress. The Princess led them into the throne room, where her regal sister, Princess Luna was waiting. Celestia took her place on her throne, whilst the six ponies stood the customary distance away from the thrones.
Twilight took a small step forwards, making her stand out from the crowd. She bowed her head, and immediately lifted it back
Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 7•3rd POV•Really??- 2p!FACE x Tomboy!Tween!Reader Ch. 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the morning she wakes up to the scent of frying meat and cheese potatoes. Her face and abdomen ached, and she decided to get ready before she went down to eat. She wanders around until she finds a bathroom, a few doors down.
'Argh. Why does my stomach hurt so bad? Was it the pasta? Nah, I practically ravish their food supply whenever I come over. What's wrong? Ugh, I hope I'm sick today.' _______ wonders to herself.
She sits down and she almost screamed.
'What the hell, did I shit myself?!' She mentally screamed waddling around the bathroom with her underwear pooling at her knees. 'What is that?!'
'My god...' Reality hits her.
'I just started my very first strawberry week...in a house full of men. On a school day. And I'm not sick, or good at acting. Joy...' She takes a breath and starts unwrapping the bandages before washing her face.
After a while, and for some odd reason, she found a few of what she 'needed' in the medicine cabin
Day 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)Char: Dorian & NoahDay 2: Mustache (30 Days with Noah)7 months ago in Humor More Like This
Summ: Noah finds facial hair sexy.
Warning: Sexual Humor
30 Days of Noah
(noun) a strip of hair left to grow above the upper lip.
Dorian frowned. He’d been distracted by the fact Iron Bull kept turning his head in the same direction. Dorian had turned to follow the Qunari’s gaze but found that he was just looking at the elf who sat by the fire, staring off into space.
He wondered what had the elf so caught up in his day dream that he hadn’t heard a word that anyone had said to him.
Although - Dorian made the alarming realization that the elf was staring at Blackwall.
“Bull?” Dorian mumbled lowly, causing the giant Qunari to regard him. “Is he looking at Blackwall like that?”
“I have been sitting here for the past few minutes trying to figure that one out myself…”
Sweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)Chars: Dorian & Val’AishlymSweet N Sour(Dorian/M!Lavellan)(ThinkingLoudly#10)6 months ago in Humor More Like This
Notes: See description
Ch Summary: This is why we usually just skip this scene - it never really works out how people think it does.
Thinking Loudly, Shouting Silently: Inner Machinations of Val’Aishlym
Sweet & Sour
Dorian was giddy. If you asked him why he looked so giddy, he would probably just tell you it was gas – then again, he probably wouldn’t even tell you that or anything at all. He’d probably say something along the lines of ‘My, you imply I glow? I didn’t know you paid much mind to me – but then again, who could ever ignore such devilish looks like the ones I own?’ to which the person speaking to him either wanted to throw something at him, throw him, or vomit….or all of the above.
Anyhow, he was currently prepping for his date with the inquisi