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
UR: Captain America: The First AvengerUR: Captain America: The First Avenger2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
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The time is 1942. World War II is still raging on. 90-pound-when-wet Steve Rogers wishes to enlist in the U.S. Army to do his part in serving his country, but is rejected on grounds of being too sickly and weak. However, he finally is given his chance as he is offered to be a part of a secret government program that turns him in the epitome of human potential, a super soldier. Donning the moniker Captain America, he enters the war against the Axis forces. However, the Nazi organization HYDRA and its leader the "Red Skull" has tapped into a power beyond our world for his plans of world domination
Now for the review:
Ah, Cap. After three failed attempts at making you work for the silver screen, we finally have one that did its job well and more.
Captain America's special effects served its job well. Nothing particularly worth noting, but it is really is nice to see explosions
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
Alaskan MILFThere was a lovely governor from Wasilla,Alaskan MILF4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A beauty queen and a wolf killer.
A fine leader and as sharp as a spoon,
It's a pity she abandoned her duties so soon.
Armed to the teeth and dressed to the nines,
She was in touch with American workers, like Calvin Klein,
She was a master of geography,
She knew Africa was a continent and a country.
Drill, baby, drill was her slogan,
She drilled holes all through the McCain campaign.
When it came to speeches, there was no one more neat,
She spoke almost as well as a parakeet.
Although some people don't understand,
Those people aren't "real" Americans.
She was the greatest that's happened to Alaska, still,
Since the 1989 oil spill.
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
The Revenge of YartekBeware the man who knocks four timesThe Revenge of Yartek4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BANG BANG BANG BANG. "HELLO?" Yartek continued to smash the phone against the brickwork. Some rather expensive technology started to crack and splinter under the strain.
Yartek didn't care. It wasn't his phone.
"I KNOW you can hear me!" he bellowed, his squeaky, girly voice echoing down the phone line. "I can hear you giggling."
"What do I want? You know what I want? I want back in!"
"Yeah, I want to be in Doctor Who again."
"Of course you can do it, you're the producer."
"Sod off! You brought the MACRA back!"
"I don't care if they've got a good union. Screw the Macra."
"No, really. I'm like, the alien version of Che Guvera."
"Yeah, I've sold millions of posters. Well, one."
"Look, I've got this great idea. Basically I team up with the Borad and lead a crack team of dinosaur-riding Nimon through time and space to hello?"
Yartek, former leader of the glorious Alien Voord, who once nearly ruled an entire
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
My Immortal - Part 1My Immortal - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Based on the song My Immortal by Evanescence
He had his nose buried in a book of some sort. He would do anything to keep himself from being bored, though it was hard for a creature like himself to read a book like the one he picked out. His father never had taught him about reading and such, and he never bothered to look into it. His brother didn't know anything about reading either, so he wouldn't have been much help. So, all he really did was look at the pictures, if there were any. If were no pictures, he claimed the book was worthless and threw it at one of his henchmen. Most of time, he had more important things to deal with, but now he didn't. There was absolutely nothing to do.
He looked up from the book at the doorway to find one his henchmen standing there. "Yes?"
"We've tracked down another Dragonball, sir. We thought we should let you know."
"Hmm." He stood up, taking the book up in his arms.
"Lord Frieza, can you even read?"
Things Daleks Would Never SayO-M-G! YOU LOOK FAB-U-LOUS! IS THAT PRA-DA?Things Daleks Would Never Say4 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
SaltyBeef and fire part 3SaltyBeef and fire part 32 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
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.