I Love Archie.I stared at Archie, and he stared back at me. I was sitting on my bed, and he was standing up next to my mahogany dresser. The morning light shined through my bedroom window, spilling across his ginger hair. He cracked a small smile, and I took a heavy breath.I Love Archie. in Short Stories More Like This
Had my dream finally come true?
He stepped towards me, raising his left eyebrow. I heard a ringing. "Oh, no" I thought to myself. Reality smashed over my head, like a pane of glass over a statue of The Fonz. I shut my eyes, and I realized it had just been another dream. I reached out to grab Archie's hand.
My hand passed through his, and I opened my tear-filled eyes, i
Nuclear HolocaustNuclear Holocaust in Free Verse More Like This
We're dots to the superior microscope,
And with so many on our dirty paper,
We have no choice but to melt!
HOLD ME DOWN,
SET ME AFLAME!!
Spin me around...
ULTIMATE KINETIC NIGHTMARE!
We have so many of them stored within,
And we're so inept to losing them.
Though with so much negativity conducted,
It wouldn't hurt to lose some of that space.
Positivity is when you lose it all.
Becoming molten idiot plasma.
Flip my channels and adjust my screen,
I'm sure I can work wonders for you.
Now the nucleus is unstable,
And security abberated.
I'll be a thousand degrees forever!!
I'm excited and ready to mol
TubesTubes in Free Verse More Like This
Spray lights intersperse chilled health
The skin of us is rejuvenating
Our wrinkles smooth…soothed
Yes, this is eternal youth
Yes, we are forever young
No, it was not legend
No, there was a science
The key to immortality is death by rebirth
Desiccate your old body by draining its fluids
Use those juices to form an a-sexual litter
Keep them suspended inside cramp tubes
They make fine trophies
They make unmoving pets
They sometimes itch
They sometimes twitch
We dissipated our youth away by creating them
Yet I know how to gain it back
Pour our prizes into the grinder
Let them awake to a sudden
StinkpalmStinkpalm in Free Verse More Like This
I am a Dante in a world of Shannen Hamiltons
And though I'm not supposed to be here today
I'm trying to see a sailboat, blinded by chocolate pretzels
And I'm a tracer
I trace the past to make myself a future prophet
I am an ungifted muse
And the angels and demons play hockey with my heart on the roof
While the stench of shoe polish lingers like a dense fog
And I search
I search for a stolen monkey that's neither mine or hers
What to do? Where to go?
When did my Alyssa become a Caitlin Bree?
The topless psychic didn't tell me this would happen
What do you think Silent Bob?
And I thoug
Zombie Survival GuideZombie Survival GuideZombie Survival Guide in Horror More Like This
Daniel H@#&- Demented One
A common staple in many B-movies, Zombies are often depicted as taking over the world. Having watched many of those movies I have decided to compile my own Zombie Survival Guide after reading the one at Kuro5hin.org. This guide will be posted in many places I know of so that if anyone comments I will be able to make a better one later. To date I have not read Max Brook's Zombie Survival Guide, though I intend to. As for the debate I've seen on the Fast Zombies vs. Slow Zombies, this guide is written with Slow Zombies in mind, for if they are really dead bodies they would have se
the plasticized quantum theorythe plasticized quantum theory in Open More Like This
une voleur honteux
slip of the tongue
in each saturated pore
spectrum rehearses its symphony
crooked whispers of a flute
a glimpse of blue infinitude
quiets the confines of los alamos
¿quién es él? eso piensa
paralysis in the peristalsis
jewel in the vitreous humor
until it watercolors
the poison of psyche
papillae the plagues
oxidizing ash and ember
a quivering effigy
splinters the moon
the mirrored hand exhales
swept the epileptic ceiling
dissolving tendrils of mahogany
detached from the retina
Lovely knees, scraped elbowsshe wishes she has lovely knees, instead she has a lovelyLovely knees, scraped elbows in Free Verse More Like This
way to see the world. she doesn't believe in umbrellas, only
the stars in the midnight sky and the raindrops running down
her neck, arms, legs, spine.
she knows things that most will find useless: there are more
stars in outer space than there are grains of sand on earth. dogs
have over three hundred facial expressions, mostly made with
their ears. the average person will spend two weeks waiting
for the traffic lights to change in their lifetime.
she wonders: what if stars are just dead pixels in the sky? what
if they are specks with worlds living in them? that would mean
My Chat with SantaMy Chat with Santa in Humor More Like This
Santa: Hello! What is your name?
You: My name is Chris
Santa: It's good to see you, chris .
You: gr8 2 see u 2 lol
Santa: That is a very original thought. I'm glad you find this amusing.
You: This is fun.
Santa: I am having fun doo.
Santa: "I am having fun doo"? Doo?
You: Yeah, why did you say "doo"?
Santa: Groovy. It was a preprogrammed response completely determined by your statements.
You: Yes...I can....totally understand that...
Santa: Ugh.Who taught you?What's your sign? Dude!
You: Don't you talk to me like that. D:<
Santa: Don't you? Yes. A lot more than you might think.What time is it there?