When You WokeIt's one of those days,When You Woke9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when it's that much colder,
and colour seems, two shades out.
It's one of those days,
when the destination's that much further,
and the road has that many more potholes.
It's one of those days,
when your feet feel that much heavier,
and your mind is like the winding streets,
of a city no one has heard of.
It's one of those days,
when your eyes can't leave the ground,
and your soul is weighed down,
by buckets, of stones.
and nothing but,
of those days..
Wedding JittersWedding Jitters9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Till absentmindedly plucked lint from his black dress pants he hadn't worn since… well, since before he could remember. He might have worn them when he was married, though he could not recall clearly. That day was too far gone for him to care if he wore these pants or not. No one would certainly remember if he did or didn't.
"I'm not fidgeting…"
Till scuffed, straightening his tie yet again and feeling he wasn't quite up to par with what he should be. He was about to be the best man at his friend's wedding. He had to look decent. No… not decent. He had to look fantastic.
He licked his thumb and straightened a few unruly locks, hoping they would hold until he got some decent amount of hairspray in there. Not that he ever used the stuff before, but this day was very special. He had to look the best he could.
"You're fidgeting again," said the sing-song voice.
"Shut up." Till mimicking the tune.
He walked over to his wooden
Rammtein's Day On The BeachRammtein's Day On The Beach11 years ago in Humor More Like This
RAMMSTEIN’S DAY ON THE BEACH
written by Rougechick
We are in Berlin. The sun is shining, birds are singing, children around us are laughing and all the Goths are sitting in the shadows, cursing the sun for giving them a lovely tan. Yes, summer sure is wonderful time and in this story, Caron is dead, which makes the summer even better! Rammstein is in a HAPPY summer mood too because they have a break from the recording. And this, ladies and gentleman, is how our story begins.
It’s a quiet day in Rammstein’s apartment. Flake and Christoph are trying to build a grill outside, Paul is playing in the streets with his new scooter (Christoph bought it for him so he wouldn’t disturb their grill building job), Oliver is colouring an adult colouring book in his own room (I wonder where I could get one…) and Till is…somewhere.
Richard has fallen asleep on the couch after trying to read Harry Potter in Finnish, and not understanding a word from it. He’s sn
Sam -SLASH- Frodo? Frodo sat in a chair in the study of Bag End. His arm was resting uncomfortably on the writing table, and his chin sat in the palm of his hand. His free hand was in the middle of turning the quill of his pen in his fingers for what seemed like the millionth time that one afternoon. He sighed heavily as he shook his head in frustration. Trying to think of how to begin his own tale in the Red Book was far more difficult then he first realized it to be.Sam -SLASH- Frodo?6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Should he start from the very beginning where his friend Gandalf first came back to the Shire after a long absence? Or, he thought suddenly should it begin at Bilbo's party where his uncle first disappeared using The One Ring and how that very action began the long spiral down to their journey? Or, of course, he could always skip seventeen years ahead and start the tale where him and Sam actually started the journey, to the town of Bree and onward.
Frodo leaned back in his chair, a
A Study of RammsteinA Study of Rammstein10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
About a month ago, my friend Nick Siple handed me his CD player (Which, by the way, looked Erely similar to mine) and told me to listen to something.
I pressed play, and suddenly a European Accent began laying out "We're all living in Amerika" through the small speakers, backed by a heavy guitar riff. Heavy metal, Excellent. At the time I didn't know it, but it was Rammstein - Amerika.
"Cool! I like it!" I said, which wa smet by his response of.
"Okay, I'll burn you a copy of Sahnsucht!" Which, is a really advanced word for Nick. I think i did happen to notice a small amount of stubble jutting from his chin, but thought nothing of it.
Fast forward a month, Here I sit in front of a computer, my head phones on listening to Rammstein's newest album, Reise, Reise. Commenting breifly on the upcoming release fo Reise, Reise Vol. 2, discussing the lyrics, scratching at my gotee, and such things that happen when you enjoy a band. Imagine my surprise when in the course of discussion of lyr
I am FrodoI am Frodo11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
I am the keeper of the Ring
guardian of an ancient power
bearer of that which is both feared and wanted
wielder of the sword of blue
I am vulnerable yet strong
able to resist that which attempts
to take over my very soul
and destroy all that I hold dear
Inside I am a child of old
dreaming of adventures and far off places
exploring that which has never been found
lover of Middle Earth and the well-being of my people
I am Frodo
Connecting the DotsFor years he had traveled through wind, rain, and snow. And all that time he had never came even close to catching a cold. So who would ever thought that a fifteen year old Ash Ketchum would now be in bed with the chicken pox. Chicken pox the one sickness he had escaped as a child, thanks to his mother's overprotection, had now returned with a vengence.Connecting the Dots7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So here he sat, not in a pokemon center located in a various region, but in his bedroom, covered in red dots. These dots he decided long ago were a form of torture, when he tried to scratch himself despite his overmitt covered hands. But the itchy dots weren't the worst part of being sick, although they were pretty bad, it was the complete boredom he had.
Ever since he had arrived home, his mother had put him in immediate lockdown. Not even allowing Pikachu to stay by his side, for fear of spreading germs. So it came as a complete surprise when he heard a knock
.Key to the soul..Key to the soul.9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sparkling drops of music fall down in the ocean of the soul, the clouds of the poets thoughts cry tones in my heart. I embrace them with deepest reverence, feeling their pulsating warmth whispering messages within me. I am alone in this dark room, but yet I am not alone. I am alone, with hundreds of musical heartbeats that keep me company.
My gaze wanders over the walls, and all I can hear is your voices. You bring me energy together with delight, a sigh sneak out between my lips and my soul notices the chain of thoughts that grow on the fields of the mind. Blooming thoughts, memories that were drowned in oblivion take a hold on the hem of the dress of breath, and a burning inspiration makes me pick up a pencil. The tip of the pencil kiss the sheet of paper infront of me with ardent passion, indescribable to someone who has never danced with the elegant figure of the written word. Invisible tears water the landscape of my cheeks, a smile brightens my life with its effervescent symphony
Miss Tansybaum's CarnivalBy all accounts, Miss Tansybaum's Circus of the Moderately Peculiar should not have continued to operate. They were a very small operation as circuses went, they had no rides and their menagerie consisted of a single geriatric lion and a handful of obscure species, such as the Sudanese Crooning Lizards, who were obscure for a reason. Sure, Brendan the Mono-juggler could keep a single ball in the air for hours, but you got tired of watching after the first few minutes.Miss Tansybaum's Carnival5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lord Maggothaunch's Carnival of the Un-Ordinary should have crushed them out of existence in the first year--indeed, that was among the lord's stated goals--and its failure to do so was a source of intense frustration for him. Did he not have scantily clad women and a genuine, if sullen tiger? Did he not have a genuine freakshow, with real live freaks, including a pair of dubious Siamese twins and a two-headed calf in a jar?
Miss Tansybaum did not have a freakshow (at least not in the conventional sense, although the less
The Chinese ZodiacThe Chinese Zodiac10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year of the Rat
1912, 1924, 1936, 1948, 1960, 1972, 1984, 1996:
People born in the Year of the Rat are known for their charm and attraction for the opposite gender. They work hard to achieve their goals, acquire things, and are likely to be perfectionists. Rats are usually considered aggressive, ambitious, suspicious, and power-hungry, honest, generous, quick to anger and prone to spend freely. People born under the sign of Rat are imaginative, charming, and generous to the one they love. However, they have a tendency to be hot-tempered and overly critical. Their ambitions are big, and they are usually very successful.
Year of the Cow (Ox)
1913, 1925, 1937, 1949, 1961, 1973, 1985, 1997
People born in the Year of the Cow are patient, speak little, and inspire confidence in others. They tend, however, to be far out, and unfair, and they anger easily. They have fierce tempers and although they speak little, when they do they are quite eloquent. Cows are mentally and physically alert. Gene
Since When Were You a Junkie?With everything that's been going downSince When Were You a Junkie?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I haven't really taken out the time to look around
And see everything that I used to have, used to be
And talk to whoever was once important to me.
Now I'm seeing you on the corner of the street
And you're snorting crack, shooting meth and ecstasy
Whatever happened to you?
You know, you're only sixteen
And yet the whole world is falling apart at your feet.
How are all those older guys at Lake Highland Prep?
Rubbing on you, revealing what you used to leave kept?
Put your clothes back on, girl; what you're doing is wrong
You know, you're only sixteen so you just play along.
You're a dime hitter, baby
I'm a wrist slitter
Maybe we can come to some sort of pact before we get hurt.
We can start to talk to again
You can meet all my friends
And maybe all of this badness can start to revert.
I've just been noticing that since August 18, 2010
I lost it, got it back, found new friends, new love all when
The old ones that I knew were way worse off and losing
Cretaceous YardThe call came in at 1500 hours, exactly twenty minutes after Leviner returned from his break. He picked up the phone and listened.Cretaceous Yard4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"We'll be there right away, sir."
On the other side of the desk, his partner looked at him. "A homicide?"
"If only we could be so lucky," Leviner snorted, making Ellsie wince.
It was just another case of illegal dumping. Once the 'cera crew had cleared away the overgrowth of ferns, Leviner stalked his way in. "What do you see?" Ellsie called. Although the entrance to the small shed was large enough to easily accommodate Leviner, there was no way Ellsie was fitting inside. Not that it was her fault. Maiasaurs were designed to be out grazing in the fields, not solving crimes. Leviner tried desperately not to think of her as delicious, delicious cattle. If he even so much rumbled his stomach at her, she would turn him into a raptor pancake with one large foot.
Tromping over the carpet of flattened leaves, Leviner swatted a small dragonfly out of the way, deftl
ApotheosisAnswers float, feathersApotheosis6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Not of angels, but finches
Settling with autumn.
Edens tree sheds leaves
Life forms, these than which nothing
Meeker can be thought.
Castaways Log19 HalospoilersThey were only fifty miles off shore when the wind turned to the east and started taking them sideways. The Chief maneuvered the sail so that they were going south-eastish but progress had been slowed to a crawl and the poor SPARTAN was going mad.Castaways Log19 Halospoilers7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
TEN DAYS OUT HERE! He shouted at the distant shore. TEN DAYS AND WERE SO CLOSE!!!!
Calm down, Chief! Cortana cried. Well get there!
But I can see the little buildings! He insisted. It waited until we were close enough to taste it and then changed just to mess with us! Manufactured weather! ERG!
Well be there soon. She said. Well just hope that the wind changes.
I dont like hope. He said. Ive hoped before and it didnt come through. I
Castaways Log08 HaloSpoilersCastaways log08Castaways Log08 HaloSpoilers7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cortana had been wrong on the shore when she said he was lonely.
Now he was lonely.
He and the AI hadnt spoken in three days. Immediately upon their return to town, the Master Chief had marched into the power plant, whipped out her chip, stuck it in the holopad and headed for his quarters to fume. She, through the magic of power lines, beat him there.
Chief, talk to me. Whats wrong.
I said drop it. He replied, tersely.
No, I wont drop it! She persisted. Weve been stranded on this planet a long time, I understand that, but I hope you understand that Ive done enough research to know what solitude does to a person.
Stop. He plodded through the room, ducked and hit his head on the low door frame. Backing out, he wound up a fist a punched straight through the upper part of the wall, irrevocably damaging a fresc
Fruits of Our Labor -MPREG-Fruits of Our Labor -MPREG-7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
I officially hate science, I thought to myself, feeling suddenly tight in my newest pair of jeans. The tv flickered shyly against the wall, dim and hardly trying to enlighten the room. I leaned back in a shattered attempt of comfort, feeling as though my belly was swelling. Got-damn. I muttered, angered by my stomachs swollen form. I rubbed my belly in vain, wishing that a needle or sharp object would resolve this problem. In utter defeat, I release the clasp on my jeans and again feel my belly expand outwards a bit.
I lean back again, ignoring the utter darkness of the night. What are you doing? She asks softly, taking a shy seat beside me. Im not sure if shes embarrassed or attracted to me at this point. My shoulders relax as she nears me, tenderized by her presence, as I always am.
Im...trying to breath. I say, in a dark voice as I pat my swollen belly. A smile cross over her lips, grinning widely and over-exagger
How To Kill Your CharactersHarry Potter and How (Not) To Kill Your CharactersHow To Kill Your Characters4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
...in which I am going to explore what makes a character's death good -- from a storytelling perspective -- and what doesn't, using examples from the Harry Potter novels.
This is, obviously, going to be full of spoilers about who dies and how and why. So for the love of all things purple, if you haven't read all the books yet -- what are you even doing reading this instead of the Harry Potter series?
I am going to focus primarily on the deaths of the good guys, not only because there are so many powerful examples of this done well and done badly in Harry Potter (I am looking at you, final fight scene of Deathly Hallows), but mostly because this is much harder to do satisfactorily than killing off the antagonists. After all, the readers want those bad guys to pay anyway, but for the characters your readers love, you have to have very compelling reasons why they need to die, or your readers might not forgive you.*
So how do you ma
Harry Potter AnalysisThe wonderful world of Harry Potter has touched countless lives upon its release. It contains many colorful elements from magic and fantasy to fighting bald snake people with little wooden sticks. Yet at the same time, despite touching so many countless lives, the ever-popular series has not been without its fair share of criticism, a large portion of which may not have been completely unfounded. Harry Potter has been said to promote more than a few more shady practices. It wouldn't hurt to explore and prod some of them in scholarly analysis.Harry Potter Analysis5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Let us take, for example, the most prevalent example in the HP wizarding world. Wands. Harry Potter and friends often use their wands to solve problems and, more often than not, create quite a few of them. HP, Ron, and Draco are constantly seen "whipping them out" and "waving them around," despite the fact many teachers advise most of the Hogwarts students against doing so. This could function as a sort of subliminal nod to boyhood fasc
The Monster of Orange JoylingThe Monster of Orange Joyling4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The children had never seen a monster before.
They'd heard the stories, of course. It was impossible to live in the City of Always Nightfall without having huge, cavernous dreams about the bone-pile it digs its roots into. It was a very big and bloody bone-pile, the one crunching underneath Singing City.
There was Glum Rradung, the bulge-eyed sewer-midget who slithered out of water-closets and gulped down children wandering about in the dark. There was Ingalin, the hungrymind which spontaneously formed out of clutter and garbage. There was the Very Practical Man, whose face was just an enormous nose and an even bigger grin, a demon who, they say, could smell out loneliness and loved to torment the heartbroken and the near-suicides.
And there was the Dark Lord in his pyramid, high up in the inner city where no Squatschild could ever go. The climbing, black stain of Tower Myth and Mastery was a brooding reminder that it was a monster who ruled them all.
Singing City's slum-brats had no l
smokescreened.smokescreened.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His door didn't seal.
The light leaked through in morse code. It was more dotted than dashed in the shady light of underground morning, smoky from that dirty chainsmoker mouth, chapped and broken from a night of second hand liquor and first hand regret.
He checked his watch. It didn't work.
Even after so long in the darkness, he still opened his eyes every now and again to check if the sun was still out.
He felt it. That mouth still gnawing at his throat, all docile words and violent farewells. Those fingers on his abdomen curling into his stomach and tearing.
He was overdue.
The door didn't seal. It was easy enough for air to pass right on through. Words too. Scent and sound and regret travelled on air, didn't they?
He was outed by association and it didn't even matter.
What he'd give to be selfless, to be something better than that creature who hoarded bodies in the storeroom corner-- coveted his people like they were belongings--
but he wasn't that good.
Basic Facts About Mary-SueYou are in love with Riku. You are warm for his form. Unfortunately, you cannot have him. He doesn't exist, after all. So you do the next best thing. You create a fan fic centering around your own original character (OC) and Riku.Basic Facts About Mary-Sue8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Riku falls in love with this character immediately. His dark personality turns on your OC like a light bulb. The two share passionate moments as he gushes his feelings for her on Twilight Hill (three hours after meeting her, of course), telling her how much he loves her layered purple hair, silver eyes, milky white skin, and thin, curvy body. He tells her how the name Ruby Mina Rose-Topaz fits her so well. The normally chaste Riku agrees to a one-nighter without hesitation.
As they lie in the spacious bed in her mansion, she begins to sob. Her eyes turn emerald as tears pour down her cheek. Immediately, Riku strokes her moonlit silver hair and coaxes her into telling him what is wrong. Tearfully, she sobs about how her parents were murdered. She was brought u
Gay Pride**>GAY PRIDE EVERYONE!!!!!!Gay Pride9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
**>If you want to post your stories or info for me, please do so on my continuation deviation here: Gay Pride 2 This one has reached the character limit. More information will be added to Gay Pride 2, and please read it as well as this one.
**>If homosexuality is a sin against Nature,
Then heterosexuality is a crime against Humanity.
**>Support gay marriage.
**>If homosexuality is a sin, then so is love itself. (Lonewolfess)
**>God was the one who put gays and such on the world. He loves ALL of His creations therefore He cannot hate us. Hate is sin. (little-miss-anime)
**> In birth there's a fifty percent chance any individual will come out male or female. Why should I limit the person I chose to love to the outcome of a coin flip? (OpeeFomenom)
**>If gays were allowed to marry, the government would benefit a lot more. More money for them......
**>The bible does n
Punctuating Poetry Part OneSome people believe poetry shouldn't be punctuated and others are still taught to put a comma after every new line. So where is the balance? What does one - especially one new or growing in poetry - do? Well, that's simple: a poet must punctuate with purpose!Punctuating Poetry Part One7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In order to punctuate with purpose, however, a poet must understand two things: what she wants to achieve with the poem and what a piece of punctuation can achieve in a poem. This means a poet must understand more than the common rules of punctuation; she must know the effect that certain punctuation points can have on a reader or in a text.
This overview tackles punctuation in poetry from a practical standpoint, but it's important to note that while there are "rules" for punctuation, and while there are even some "rules" for poetry, there are no set-in-stone conventional rules for punctuation in poetry. There are schools of thought, and linguistic philosophy runs amuck, but there is nothing definit