EndermanEnderman2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was a miner just like everyone...a simple miner that wanted diamonds, a nice home, and a pet wolf to defend me...I had it all and I was so happy...of course I saw that more joined. I liked this and had friends other than the cows and pigs. I enjoyed this untill someone came...it was a new player and I expected to help them around and give them housing. the problem is they never spoke...and always were following me and watching me...I felt needed so I gave them shelter in my home but they never ate, nor did they mine, they just followed me. one day I finally convinced him to stay home and he did with a nod. I had went out to get more food when I came back to a dead dog, my dog. I saw him stare at me and I got angry and punched him. he shrugged it off when I said sorry and we went on with me giving a grave to my dog. soon we began to communicate and I found he liked a lot of things I did. he started mining with me and fighting slowly. day by day we fought creepers and skeletons tog
Just one bite..Just one bite...Just one bite..2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a delicious looking apple
She could smell the sweet fragrance from the short distance.
her small white hand cupped the bright red fruit.
Just one bite...
her ebony hair fell into her face
as she stared at her reflection in its shiny skin
Snow was quite hungry.
Just one bite...
her innocents blinds her
Trust is still very easy
for who would want to hurt one so fair?
Just one bite...
She takes a bite of the apple
the sticky juices drip from her lips
her red, red lips
Just one bite...
her vision becomes blurry
she feels faint, swaying almost
dizzily the room spins beneath her feet.
Just one bite...
her pale hand grasps the little chair
but she still tumbles downward
unconscious before she hits the floor
Just one bite...
her black hair splayed out
the apple rolls from her loosened grasp
Snow White's dark eye staring,yet unseeing.
Just one bite...
now eternal sleep
once so fair
now death will keep her.
Just one bite...
Hymn to Mother GaiaGaia,monster and goddess of moonlight scenery,Hymn to Mother Gaia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you gave us the blood from our veins and the stone from our hearts
release us from earthly chains and grant us thy power,
Kind adored titan,queen of all that feeds us
Thy breast is the source of our eternal life,
your sister is Nyx and your brother is Chaos,
delight us and give us the seed of your beloved
Uranus...for you are the most beautiful,and in thy eyes
we feel at home,and in your arms we find eternal rest,
beneath the shadow's realm...
Gaia,the one who touched the sky and seized the sun,
put us in graves of stone and silence and celebrate with us
your eternal rebirth...
Gaia,mother of all...
In thine womb we dance with underwater hollows,
regain us the throne of your ancient children,Cronos the cruel one
and Rheea,thy p
Camping Summer in ZionDraw my arm back in the tent light.Camping Summer in Zion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw scripture in the dirt with your finger.
I'll run your arm too, and read your words.
We came all the way to Zion because we're Mormons
in heat, scratching at air.
We need to feel like being alive, is the thing; like living,
like red dust in the rock layers burnt archaic deep,
like corn fields growing under rocks and sand.
I want to do all the things that trees do in the facility
of lapping bands of heat.
Let's be tree folk,
Let's list our dreams in canvas and carrion.
Let's let budding plants forget the sympathy of water.
Let's sing songs of salt in the old shallow sea basins
and pound the erosion back with our fists.
Let's climb the sunlight until the stink of our nights
concerns only the wind brushing pine into stalled 4x4s.
It's Zion and the summer is brush fires
of people with prayers. Let's tell the park ranger
we're doing our part and burning
everything we know.
Smoke ShackSmokin them doobies in the shack gettin high like shaqSmoke Shack3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Keep the chicks in the back
Cause there holdin the fat sacks in their ass cracks
I'm putting my robot suit on in the smoke shack
Emotions gone like my mind
Treasure hunt I cannot find
I got a dime
But it disappeared like five and dime
I'm from the seventies
Brought up like the sixties
I'm a black hippy
I smoke more green than your average bean
I'm a mother fuckin Dead head
One with the grateful dead
One hit to the head
One hit to the dome
Five hits to the chrome
My room all cloudy like humboldt county
My ride is a magic carpet because I don't touch the ground
I got my own personal elevator to the sky
Because I stay high
My smoke just like clouds
In the shape of animals
You ever seen them danimals
Shredded weed in my blunts
Nugs in my bowls
Blowing holes right through the ozone
Girls got a g spot
I got a weed spot
Outside, inside, indoors, outdoors
Blow the smoke in the sky
Mother nature needs
To Young for Love?I was once told that people my age were too young to know true love. That when we got older we would see the truth. I think that's a load of bull shit. While it may be true that in comparison i'm younger and more inexperienced then a lot of people, that doesn't mean that I'm not mature enough to apprieciate love for what it is.To Young for Love?6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
That statement got me thinking about life and all that. I came up with a theory while I was at it: it isn't that we can't be in love at this age, it's that we treat love differently then people who are older. As you get age, you start to take everyday things for granted (such as breathing, eatting, or sleeping). What if this could also be true about not so everyday things? I think that it's just that older people have started taking love for granted. They've stopped apprieciating it as much as they should. When you're young you both want and fear love. It's something new and exciting but after a while of being in love it looses its new and shiny apeal that it on
Ulimate-man ULIMATE MANUlimate-man2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At an island on stormy night, groups of soldiers scatter to find an ex soldier of theirs, an escapes scientist and a little boy somewhere on the island. In a cave in the middle of the jungle arena, a timid scientist sitting a rock, wearing a green raincoat. While the ex soldier, sitting in a jeep, folding his arm, wearing a green raincoat with the hood coving his eyes. And a 10 year old boy, also wearing a man size raincoat that covers his face, sleeping on the back seat of the keep. "Okay, how are we gonna tak
The Pomegranate SeedsThe Greek Olympians were always famous for their myths from the scandalous love affairs of Aphrodite and Zeus to the inferno vengeful rages of Hera and Artemis, however no tale is greater nor more intriguing than the tale of Hades and Persephone.The Pomegranate Seeds2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hades, the shadowy Lord of the Underworld was never a social god, neither was he a god who enjoyed the warm golden rays of the sunlight and the melodic sounds of laughter and cheer. Granted this could be due to the fact that after he and his brothers drew lots to see who would rule which domain he was settled with the Underworld after which he rarely took absence due to looking after the deceased and the happenings of Tartarus and the Elysian fields.
Spending many millennia ruling the Underworld with only the company of Cerbus, his three-headed guard dog, Hades began to grow lonely before falling into a depression he was in need of company, someone to talk to or to love perhaps?
Deciding that he had enough of brooding for one day the sha
WWL2, THE RISE OF GOLDEN ANGEL CH 2, pt 1WWL2, THE RISE OF GOLDEN ANGEL CH 2, pt 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
The lights were low in the central control room of the Watchtower and when the doors slid shut behind Wonder Woman she did not stray more than a step or two from them as her eyes found that one lonely figure sitting at the main console. A familiar creeping began in her stomach and she drew a calming breath. She feared almost nothing, but this was a conversation she had hidden from for almost two decades. Finally striding forward, her steps were as confident as she could manage and she was able to control the shaking of her knees very well. It was not a long walk, but it sure seemed to take forever.
Finally reaching the occupied chair, she grasped it with one hand, the console with the other as she looked to the large view screen that was right in front of the man who worked the controls. Silence thickened the air around them and the tension mounted.
"Quiet night?" she finally fo
Watch Closely IWatch Closely I1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Batman: Arkham Island/City fanfic by SouthernImagineer/ecto1B
Sanity is very rare: every man almost, and every woman, has a dash of madness. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
The phenomenon was paradoxical, in a sense. He was on the qui vive as he made his way down the apparently vacant street, with his eyes snapping at every indication of movement, with fingers delving deeper into his pants pockets, with lips curling, teeth nibbling at available skin. Yet, he felt no fear, for internally, he was rather sanguine; the outward, cowardly nebbish he presented to incoming strangers was false, and rightly so (the behavior coincidentally mimicked Jervis Tetch; he made no motion to acknowledge the impulsive correlation). How on earth could he let himself become paralyzed by the intimidation of others? The figures he spotted quaking in nearby alleywaysthey knew who he was, no doubtwould do him no harm, so long as he kept on his way. He was head
Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 3Welcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 33 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Part 3 Echolalia Jones and the Thesaurus of Doom
As we've seen, one of the most significant differences between RP and fiction is that RP is an interactive process. Aside from issues already discussed, there are several related aspects of writing styles in RP that can become problematic when employed in the realm of fiction.
The bulk of RP occurs within the context of a 'gameworld' or a pre-set environment into which player's characters are inserted. This can be anything from a fully represented reality with pre-created 'rooms' that a character moves through, simulating a real-world environment, to a loose arrangement of locations created according to need in a chat-based free form RP.
There's also, in most RPG environments, a strong sense of community among the players. Whether a player is a joiner
Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 1Welcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 13 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Part One: Your Syntax Has Been Eaten A Grue
The term 'syntax' pertains to the rules of grammar and sentence construction in any given language.
I'm starting this series with a discussion of problematic syntax because passively constructed sentences and/or wrenched and unnatural sentence structure are the number one signpost which will identify a writer as having spent a lot of time in the RP world.
Wrenched or passive syntax is also the number one 'crime against fiction' committed by the average roleplayer while attempting to cross over into fiction writing.
I'll now explain the difference between the active and passive "voice" in sentences, and why active sentences are far more desirable in fiction.
An active sentence makes the subject of a sentence the focus of action. A passive sentence focuses instead on the verbs,
Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 6Welcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 62 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Part 6 "Where's Ruth?" Tom Cried, Ruthlessly
Throughout the rest of this series I've explored various 'roleplay-isms' which are fine in the RP environment but don't automatically translate well into fiction. This article deals specifically with 'attributions', which are the 'he said' / 'she said' part of dialogue.
It's a generally accepted practise in fiction writing to keep attributions in dialogue simple and to not overdo it with synonyms for the word 'said', like 'shouted', 'whined' and 'snarled'. This includes, for the purposes of this article, the addition of adverbs and other modifiers (words and phrases which 'flavour' a noun or verb) to 'said' - like 'he said wistfully', 'she said with a bitter tone'.
Among editors, the overuse of modifiers in attribution is known as "S.S." or "Synonym Syndrome" and is the cause of
in praise of scavengersOh, those crows,in praise of scavengers2 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
A Handful of MothsThe mountain is a pincushion for cactus. It looks like some irritated desert deity just threw saguaros like spears at the hillside until s/he ran out of spears.A Handful of Moths2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's movie night, and that means that tires crunch through the gravel at the drive-in to see the latest stars-and-explosions movie. It's robots tonight, great city-wrecking things with Hollywood voices and gears spinning behind their ear plates. That means that we pile into the cars and go, plaid rugs flung over the backs of the seats, plaid shirts over tank tops, team bumper stickers. Go Team! It's cooled down to seventy-five degrees and the condensation on my soda cup drops down to gather between my skin and the plastic.
We talk and talk and pay our dollars and park. The blanket gets tossed out like a bigtop tent and flattened in the bed of the pickup. The bed door falls down on its chains with a clunk.
The screen looms in front of the cars, cream-colored and silent. The logo of the drive-in dances around it like a screensave
Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral TraditionGrandma Rose's Story: One4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She told this story one day while she did beadwork and a few of her grandchildren played nearby. She remembered her own grandmother, the one who raised her as a little girl. She talked about a time many years ago, the last time she saw her grandmother.
"My grandmother lived on a place where she had a barn and grain holders and chickens and horses. She used to let me help her take care of the chickens. The horses roamed out to pasture, coming in sometimes for hay she always had ready for them. She and I lived there together. My older cousin, a young man then, stayed with us from time to time.
"My grandmother had adopted my mother a long time ago, see, and then when my mother died, just thirty-four years old, my grandmother took me to live with her. My sisters and brother went to my other grandmother but my grandmother wanted me with her. I was just a little girl then, not even old en
Why I Hate My LifeWhy I Hate My Life:Why I Hate My Life1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle
The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement
The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house
I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church
I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it
My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have
Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is already dead...
He was my army buddy, always cool, always the best
I visit his grave sometimes, in the middle of long deliveries
The worst part about everything though
is the fact that the one guy who made my life hell
The one guy who took everything important away from me
just came back to town a few minutes ago...
And you know what he said the moment
Goth"Don't act goth" you yell at me.Goth9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"That's not the way you want to be"
But what if it is I think I like it.
I don't care even if you hate it.
I am who I am and I always will be.
I like the way I am. Why can't you see?
You think yellin will make it go away?
That only makes me want it to stay.
You think I am wrong and you are right.
You want me to change, to "see the light"
I will not do that I will not change.
My life is mine, not yours to rearange.
I love the dark and hate the light.
I don't care if it's wrong or right.
I hope one day that you will see
this isn't a phase. I'm being me.
You can hate me I really don't mind.
Just remember it isn't very kind.
You want me out of your life. Done.
But remember you are doing this, you are the one
who tried to change my life and me.
Tried to turn me into something I didn't want to be.
One day you'll look back and finally know
this was teh way I had to go.
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
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 Vampire3 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
Sex Object Between her legs, lies something thatSex Object8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his fingers
where they do not belong.
What made these men think, she
is just a sex object, a toy that could be
put on display, and taken whenever they
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
Proud she is though, that she hasnt
given in, hasnt