The Lost ChroniclesAs she walked through the empty corridor she was thinking about what she and Dr. Horrin had been talking about a few days earlier. She wanted to help Baylor in some way. She knew he needed it to be easier for him because of all the training that he was doing. With her no longer needing to be trained by him, she knew that she could help him somehow. Hunter hadn’t even been at the “college” for two months and already knew more than Baylor did.The Lost Chronicles in Sketches More Like This
Hunter headed up to the front office to see Dr. Horrin. She and Hunter had been discussing letting Hunter take on some of Baylor’s students. This way he wouldn’t have so many of them.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Come in Hunter.” Dr. Horrin told her through the closed door.
Hunter opened the office door, still surprised at how Dr. Horrin knew that it was her, and walked in, closing the door behind her, “Hey Dr. Horrin, How are you?”, Hunter asked.
“I’m fine, thank you. How are you?” H
The Lost Chronicles 1-7Chapter OneThe Lost Chronicles 1-7 in Sketches More Like This
As she opened her eyes she tried to remember where she was. She remembered the evening before; she had been out late with some friends and they decided to have a few drinks. She, being only 19, was designated "safe driver" for the crew. "Wait, where is everybody?" she asked herself, confused. For some reason she couldn't remember anything else from the night before. She knew she didn't drink anything, she had tasted alcohol once; she didn't like it, so why did she have such a bad headache. As she started to come to her senses, she started hearing noises. Bleep. Bleep. Bleep. The constant bleeping was starting to really piss her off. She shot open her eyes as to gather her surroundings. She found herself in a mint green room, in a white hospital gown, with her family in the room. "Damn it" she said silently to herself. She and her family hadn't exactly gotten along since she left home 2 years ago with a guy she thought loved her, but instead left her for a rich, stuck-up bra
Baylor(compiled)He thought that it was amazing that this girl was totally hott and was an elemental. All the other girls at the school were cute or pretty but this was the first one that he saw that was hott. And of course she was she was the elemental Ice. They always seemed to be super cute and sexy. Baylor had always hoped that one day another Ice elemental would come to the school.Baylor(compiled) in Sketches More Like This
He, being an Ice elemental himself, knew the good looks that they had. He knew how they were hated for their hair color, their eye color, and their height and weight. They never had to diet or exercise; they were just skinny and muscular all the time. Of course this girl had to like that, or so he thought.
Baylor Johnson, tall, dark, and handsome, just like every other male Ice elemental. He knew he was handsome and a flirt, but he didn't want a girl that did that. He wanted a girl that would play around with him, but love him. Every girl that was in this school were flirts and slept around, but they were not Ice elemen
Baylor 2If Baylor had ever trained a girl before, you couldn't tell. He was so nervous about training Hunter, his hands were shaking. He was afraid that Hunter would notice, He didn't need that to happen.Baylor 2 in Sketches More Like This
"Baylor? You ok, dude?" She asked when she noticed Baylor zoning.
"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine." He replied.
"Are you sure?" She persisted, "You seem out of it."
"Well, I guess you could say I'm kind of out of it." Baylor said with a sigh.
"Um...You want to talk about it?" Hunter asked him with a hint of concern.
"No, not really." Baylor said, closing the issue for the time being.
"Ok, well I guess I'll go get started on something" Hunter said as she walked off.
Damn! Baylor thought as she walked away. This was not the "Damn" as in "Damn she's hot." this was the "Damn, how could she tell?" He had to figure out how to hide his feelings better. He thought he was skilled at it, but apparently not well enough. Hunter, who had known him for only two weeks, could already tell that there was something wr
Hunter 2Hunter had no idea of what she was getting herself into, with letting this guy train her. She hated men but there was just something about this one. The connection between the two of them was instant, she didn't like that feeling. She never really had liked the feeling of connection between her and males. Her brothers and her Father, and her uncles were really the only men she talked to. Her grandfathers were both dead, they had fought in a war (one that no one wanted to tell her about). Why they hadn't told her was beyond her, but it wasn't her preferred choice.Hunter 2 in Sketches More Like This
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Hunter jumped at the sound of someone knocking on her door. Who is knocking on the door at 5:30 in the morning?, she thought to herself. She jumped out of bed grabbed her gun off her nightstand and rushed to the door. She peered through the peep hole on the door and saw that it was just Baylor. She opened the door turned to Baylor and said, "Baylor, why are you knocking on the damn door so early?"
Hunter(complied)As she opened her eyes she tried to remember where she was. She remembered the evening before; she had been out late with some friends and they decided to have a few drinks. She, being only 19, was designated "safe driver" for the crew. "Wait, where is everybody else?" she asked herself, confused. For some reason she couldn't remember anything else from the night before. She knew she didn't drink anything, she had tasted alcohol once; she didn't like it, so why did she have such a bad headache. As she started to come to her senses, she started hearing noises. Bleep. Bleep. Bleep. The constant bleeping was starting to really piss her off. She shot open her eyes as to gather her surroundings. She found herself in a mint green room, in a white hospital gown, with her family in the room. "Damn it" she said silently to herself. She and her family hadn't exactly gotten along since she left home 2 years ago with a guy she thought loved her, but instead left her for a rich, stuck-up brat.Hunter(complied) in Sketches More Like This
BaylorHe thought that it was amazing that this girl was totally hot and was an elemental. All the other girls at the school were cute or pretty but this was the first one that he saw that was hot. And of course she was she was the elemental Ice. They always seemed to be super cute and sexy. Baylor had always hoped that one day another Ice elemental would come to the school.Baylor in Sketches More Like This
He, being an Ice elemental himself, knew the good looks that they had. He knew how they were hated for their hair color, their eye color, and their height and weight. They never had to diet or exercise; they were just skinny and muscular all the time. Of course this girl had to like that, or so he thought.
Baylor Johnson, tall, dark, and handsome, just like every other male Ice elemental. He knew he was handsome and a flirt, but he didn't want a girl that did that. He wanted a girl that would play around with him, but love him. Every girl that was in this school were flirts and slept around, but they were not Ice elementa
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 2Sayia walked through the halls,feeling the eyes of the oni soldiers upon her.It didn't phase,or spook her,in fact her presence spooked them,did she care?No sayia was used to people being afraid of her. She knew she had nothing to be afraid of,just loosing her fellow shinagami's.She had finally entered the shinagami's gathering room,where the shinagamis sat in chairs as the shadow projected a hologram showing their briefing, intelligence,enemy faction weapons and vehicles,and their targets.Sayia sat in her chair which overlooked the round room she stared down them watching them chat and converse,besides yuki who spent most of her time humming her mothers song she wrote for her when she was a little girl.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 2 in Settings More Like This
Suddenly a silhouette appeared in the middle of them all, smoking a cigarette,it was their leader,the infamous ONI shadow.The leader of ONI
"Good evening shinagamis."he softly spoke,like a gentleman.
"Good evening shadow sir."they quietly replied.
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1The feminine figure laid on her bed, examining the white walls of her quarters,seeing all the pictures that crest had drew for her.On these pictures where figures,two with black banged hair, one with white hair with silver streaks,and one with a red goatee,short hair,and a sinister hell-hound smile,like that of a hungry wolf stalking its prey,getting ready for the kill.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1 in Settings More Like This
She turned on her back and looked at the white ceiling,sighing.She began to close her eyes as everything around her went silent and dark.
She awoke in a forest that seemed endless.The trees where all dead,gray,lowering down sometimes.She picked herself up and began to walk trying to find anyone in this dead forest.Suddenly a figure was seen,a small girl.She came close to her and reached out for her.
It was no female,it was a silhouette of a young girl.She wore a white dress,and held a stuffed bear.She began running.
The female however looked at her hand,and saw a JERICHO MK IV claw.She saw it, she was in the Shinagami a
ODST Brotherhood prolugeWell...its been a year since reach....since i lost many friends and family,since i lost the love of my live,and...since i nearly lost my entire squad.But,i made a soul promise,i'd protect them with my life. I've had to many losses,but that ends this day.Heh listen to me rant i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jack Christopher noeland.I'm and ODST (orbital drop sock trooper)i was a army soldier on reach....but thats past me now,i cant tell you the horrible memories i saw on that planet.Well anyways let me give you the rundown.Im a commander,and im with a unsc division thats always been known as the best of the best 1st disivion wolf pack.In second in command,and my right hand man,is my childhood friend,Dibs dubbo.He's austrailian,mean,and ready to kill the covenant,just the soldier i need for the second in command.He carries a pretty mean shotgun,its from when we where on reach,the special thing about it,is that it as tree barrels on it.He regrets what happened to us onODST Brotherhood proluge in Settings More Like This
Marines HymnFrom the Halls of Montezuma,Marines Hymn in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land, and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marine.
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in every clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job
The United States Marines.
Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.
Ghost of the fallen: PrologueThe year is 2017,russia and america have bene at war with each other for 3 years now.A russian spetnaz squad assaulted a civilian mall ,killing over 400 people inside it.Then detonated a cluster bomb in the process.The us declared war on the russian federation the next day sending in over one hundred fifty thousand active combat units into russian providence's and countries allied with russia.Ghost of the fallen: Prologue in Settings More Like This
After two years of bloodshed and conflicts the truth was brought to light.The Russian federation asked the united states if they could send a KGB opertive into a suspects estate in a five star hotel in Dubai.The united states agreed and gave russian 48 hours to find the evidence.A russian KGB operative known as "Sound" went into the suspects estate and found the truth,and brought it into the light, unfortunately giving his life soon after.The evidence was clear,what the united states and the russian federation uncovered shocked both them and their allied states. A man named Joseph marshal attacke
The Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self Inserts in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There is nothing wrong with inserting yourself into a story. Like anything, it can be well done or... not so well done. The fact is, the majority of people who tend to write about self inserts happen to be beginners. Naturally, that causes there to be a pattern of certain, specific mistakes that are frequently found whilst reading anything on the internet. The purpose of this deviation isn't to say that self inserts are bad. I'm simply going to point out the most common mistakes that we usually encounter.
1. Making ourselves better than we really are.
Don't be fooled by the word "better." This can be replaced with mysterious, deep, dark, tragic, romantic, lovable... anything we want. Maybe a mix of a few of those things. The point is, the version of ourselves will be biased.
2. Not making anything bad happen to yourself
Let's talk about the word "bad." Does this mean something, perhaps, like... getting a disease? No. It means anything that interferes with
An extension of How not to Write Love Interests“Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.” - C.S LewisAn extension of How not to Write Love Interests in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This quote is about faith not love, but you can see how the same logic applies. If faith is not merely to "feel" as if you believe something, why should love be merely to "feel" that you like something?
In the end, faith is remembering you have reason to believe, and love is a choice about how you treat someone. Feelings are irrelevant. They are passing. They are constantly changing, and that's natural. They can indeed play a role in our decisions about relationships, but are a fickle factor to base an entire decision off of. It's like building a house on the sand. We're human beings with intelligence, and there is no such thing as a feeling so powerful we HAVE to act on it-that is fantasy.
What about circumstances? What about age? Can it ever be simply a waste of time?
On my last deviation, people arg
The Problems With Stories Written by TeenagersDon't be offended at the title. "Teenagers" is just my way of saying "people who write unprofessional/shallow stories." Not all teenagers write shallow stories, it just sounds catchier.... Anyway.The Problems With Stories Written by Teenagers in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing I want to make clear is: I'm not talking about anything mechanical in this deviation. Grammar/spelling is important (obviously), but that point has been beaten to death by people on the internet already. My purpose, as always, is to talk about the stories themselves, regardless of the way they are communicated. Whether it be through written word or on-the-spot narration, I believe there are certain tricks to telling good stories. Not rules, mind you. Tricks.
I don't believe that telling good stories is about what you "should" do, rather than what you shouldn't. Example: people generally hate Mary Sues, right? Well, sometimes I notice things that are "like" Mary Sues, in the sense that they're equally as shallow/unprofessional ways of telling stories. The purpose of this deviat
Is she Mary Sue? Clarifying Mary SueIs she Mary Sue? in Free Verse More Like This
So, I realize that everyone has heard of Mary Sue characters, but the thing that bothers me is that Mary has never really been as clarified as she could be. Girls go around crying Mary Sue at every character with long pink hair, then go and create even worse Mary Sue characters in the false illusion that they're making nonMary Sue characters (or even anti-Sues) when in fact they're doing the opposite. Allow me to explain how this seems to happen.
First of all the term "Mary Sue" desperately needs to be clarified to these people, so this brings us to the very important question: What IS a Mary Sue?
At least everyone can agree on one thing. Mary Sues are characters that are so perfect it's annoying.
But. What do they mean by perfect? Everyone has different ideas of that, naturally. Unfortunately, this is how many fanfiction (and other) writers make their biggest mistakes.
When you hear the name Mary Sue what pops up in your mind? A be
How Not to Tell a StoryAfter being on DeviantArt for a few years now, I've noticed patterns in people's stories. Patterns, that I can't say I've ever seen until I started using the internet. I believe that's because these kind of patterns are thoroughly unprofessional. The pattern in short is this:How Not to Tell a Story in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Character = victim
Plot = bad things happening to said victim
Maybe this sounds harsh. It's not if you understand that is ALL there is to these stories. They take any character, hurl them into a tragedy and that's it.
Let's get this straight: We do not know your character well enough to care about them yet. No matter how bloody and gutty their injuries are, no matter how many of their family members are deceased, no matter what their boyfriend did to them, no matter what kind of disease they have, WE. DO. NOT. CARE!!!!!
These kind of things are sad in themselves, but WHO is this person we're supposed to feel so horrible for? Establish THAT. It should be your absolute FIRST priority: no exceptions.
No more pasting
Fleeting Love (Russia-ish)He thought his heart, cold and dark,Fleeting Love (Russia-ish) in Free Verse More Like This
Could not let in single ray of light
But she appeared
Like a gust of wind in a valley of sunflowers
And he loved her, and could not tell her
"Do not turn away from me like the others.''
And she stayed
And looked fondly
And touched softly
Among the golden sunflowers, tall as the sky
"I love you." It suddenly slips out from him
Her astonishment, blush, shortness of breath
Will she reject him after hearing the scared thumping
Of his heart?
He turns away, to flee
"Wait, I love you too ...''
And the heart's ice melted, the darkness gave way to light
A hug, a kiss, a desire
And suddenly a piercing sound, tearing his heart open
Time stood still, he stands motionless
Can happiness be so fleeting?
Her lifeless body like a marionette whose strings have been cut
A trickle of blood on her chest blooms like a rose
"Kiss me, do not go! Do not leave me alone with this love!''
But she no longer hears
She has gone away to the world of dreams and golden sun
Small Problems Ch.1 (USUK)Arthur dropped the final ingredient into the simmering clear potion. The lock of blond hair fell from his palm and disappeared with a soft plop.Small Problems Ch.1 (USUK) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Finally, America, you'll see." he muttered to himself as he heaved the pot off of the flame and set it down on the cool stone floor of his basement. He then went upstairs and grabbed the old-looking phone off of its hook. He dialed, and waited for someone to pick up.
Alfred whipped out his phone, quickly throwing it in between his shoulder and ear, as he started to madly press on the buttons of his Xbox.
"Y'eeeeeeeello?" he replied, as an explosion sounded loudly in the background.
"Alfred, at least greet someone properly over the phone if you cannot do it in person!" Arthur snapped.
"What!? Dude, i said 'hi,' what else 'ya want?!" Another explosion sounded, and some gunshots as Alfred cursed loudly.
Pinching his nose, Arthur took a deep breath. "Would you like to come over for a drink?" he asked as calmly as he could.
The game immediately
Dog TagsI am always by his side,Dog Tags in Free Verse More Like This
the man's, whose name I bear.
I am the first thing he touches
when he wakes up,
and the last before he falls asleep.
I can always hear his heartbeat
drumming away beneath his skin.
so hot and fiery from adrenaline,
so tan and warm from the sun.
He clutches me tightly as the bullets fall around us
and prays to God.
But I know he is praying to me.
He kisses me tightly for good luck,
as he has always done before a charge.
Blood splatters against me
and he carefully wipes it away the moment he finds cover.
His fingertips are cool against my face,
his blue eyes probing as he searches for the last droplet of foreign life
marring the etches of my cool form.
I see his comrades fall around him.
But he is untouched.
Perhaps God has listened after all.
Or perhaps it was my doing.
His guardian angel, keeping him from harm.
But perhaps I am exaggerating.
Or perhaps not.
Medals will try to take my place,
gold and silver and shimmery on the outside of his uniform.
Window to Another WorldThere was no logical explanation for the window. There was no magic in the world that would allow such a thing to exist.Window to Another World in Short Stories More Like This
And yet it did.
Alice had found it the moment she stepped into her room. It was a bit hard to miss, being the only large round window in the house. It appeared to be a normal window, if now a bit odd for the shape, until the fifteen year old girl looked through it.
The view from that particular window didn't show the forested backyard like all the other windows on that side of the house. Instead, it showed a view from out of a fairy tale. There was a Cinderella-esque village with an elegant pale castle rising on the edge of the horizon.
The first time Alice had seen it, she had stayed frozen in shock for a few moments, convinced it was all an illusion. But no, the people down in the street continued on with their lives, as the most likely did all other days of their year.
It became a regular hobby of hers, watching them. It gave her a chance to escape her own nightma
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
Little Soldier BoyHe does not fight for the General barking orders,Little Soldier Boy in Free Verse More Like This
Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders...
In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder
Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly,
Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last
That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger.
A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer
To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting;
For the little soldier boy, once marching home.
"Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012
A World of BloodA World of Blood:A World of Blood in Free Verse More Like This
The spirits whisper on a chilling wind
As the blood continues to flow.
I can hear the demons screaming within
As the darkness continues to grow...
Humankind will always be foolish;
Rash decisions are an instinctive need.
But how could they have forgotten our ways;
Tradition is lost to greed...
The zealous will kill the innocent again
As the greedy play out a game of chess.
A book of gods becomes a creed;
It is a ragged shell at best...
My sisters die in the tens of hundreds
And innocent girls are slaughtered like swine.
I'm afraid that in this dying world;
The God of Blood shall dine...
The blind shall follow in his burning steps;
They will see within him a flame and fire.
And he knows that the hearts of passionate men
Are easily laced with glorious desire...
In dreams he calls and grants them strength
He sends his 'angels' to enchant the night.
He turns the blind into seeing creatures
And robs them of the light...
But it is h
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
Can You Hear Me?Muse, bless me, let me spin my tale.Can You Hear Me? in Free Verse More Like This
A story of death and destruction.
Will you believe me?
A story of infidelity and war.
A story of blood and rape.
Can you hear my cries?
A story of murder and trickery.
I am calling out to you.
A story of Helen of Sparta.
The day she arrived at my home I knew.
I saw the blood, dripping from her dainty hands.
I saw the fangs hidden behind shining teeth.
Her beauty does not act as a mask. Her beauty does not act as a veil.
Taken from her home, does she despair?
Or perhaps celebrate?
Am I insane?
Infidelity becomes bigotry.
Does it matter?
A second husband, a second life.
I see the blood splattered on her pale wedding dress.
My father smiles, he welcomes her.
He does not heed my warning. He does not heed my dreams.
Will they listen to me?
Or mock my existence?
Am I insane?
I see the camps, the war camps.
Our city is safe, they say.
They send our youth.
Sent to slaughter other youth, and be slaughtered in return.
The city is safe with our impe
HolesEach little lie, or hidden ambitionHoles in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hides in a hole, as is tradition
Riddled with dreams, and fearful obsessions
That once were loved, in someone's possession
All the broad smiles, each a facade
With monstrous trinkets: knit, torn, and odd
Still broken treasures can easily lie
To thoughts so forced they can't seem to cry
Though cloudy with tears, and false memories
Keeping a hope that fades to the breeze
As such locks can try, but still cannot
Forget what was already hastily forgot
By those that are troubled by labourous pasts
As thinkers attempt to help them at last
Claiming their tales and lies to be so
But what do imaginary people know?
Sky to FreedomIs it possible to keep to the sky?Sky to Freedom in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You know, there is little to gain
In those dreams that make you fly.
So what's the point in your refrain
From simply watching the ways
Of the emerald, swaying trees
Or the rivers that flow for days?
Ah, you want to be free
Even though it comes with a price.
You want to spread black feathers
Only to let the white ones entice
Your chained soul altogether.
You're sure this is your choice?
I mean, we've been forever
Controlled by that voice!
Though our only endeavor
Was to be out of that cave.
With a single wish for freedom,
And yet, we are no longer slaves
To the place we came from.
Even though you are no longer caged
The call of the growing sky
Keeps us forever engaged
Though we may try to rise and fly.
you break it, you buy it.1. someone came up to me the other day, and told meyou break it, you buy it. in Free Verse More Like This
that if i didn't start using capital letters in my poems,
she wouldn't read any more of them.
i just told her in a quiet voice that i was tired of screaming
at people who would never listen.
the thing with me is that i always
read too much into things-
people, newspapers, fucks, metaphors.
and usually i fall in love with things that
could never love me back.
2. i destroy the things that mean
the most to me, and i've never gotten the hang
of writing in stanzas.
most days i walk around reciting numbers
and other people's poetry, but usually
i just count the seconds i spend falling apart and
avoiding the things that make me whole because
self-destruction will always be my forte.
3. broken people seem to have a way of finding each other.
like we work under this assumption that we can find
perfect in each other's missing pieces,
even though we all know two wrongs will never make a right
"do you want me to fuck you?" yo
cinderella died yesterday"burn your tiaras,cinderella died yesterday in Free Verse More Like This
bury your fairy godmother.
it's time for you to grow up now, you're
no peter pan.
forget never never land.
stars are just burning balls of gas that are
slowly running out of time- they can't
hear your wishes.
cast aside your dr. seuss books like you will
later cast aside your bibles.
after all, a fairy tale is a fairytale is a fairytale.
life will teach you that.
grace, you were born into a role
only a very strong girl can play.
see, society will hate you for being
what they don't want to believe.
surrender your throne, your castle is under siege.
stop being fascinated with the sky,
you'll never go there.
keep your feet on the ground, and steady yourself
before you help another.
your brain is more logical than your heart,
therefore take your instructions from it.
promises can be broken as easily as can be made.
do not rely on something as weak as miracles and love-
and if you only have one piece of armor,
defend your back from the people you trust the most.
welcome to the real world1. if someone invites you back to their placewelcome to the real world in Free Verse More Like This
for coffee, and you only drink tea,
you probably won’t actually be drinking coffee.
2. when the creepy guy from work asks you out
again and you think about accepting for the first
time because you’re sick of going home alone and
you have never learned how to say no, don’t. learn.
stand in front of the mirror until you love yourself
enough for your skin to fit snug on your body. read
about the hundreds of millions of planets out in the
hundreds of millions of galaxies and feel so crowded
that you’re about to burst all over again.
3. you’re gonna screw up.
Jesus Christ, you’re gonna screw up so bad
and i’m not talking about forgetting an appointment bad,
or spilling coffee on your boss bad
or getting into a small fender bender on the side of the interstate bad.
i’m talking about the kind of bad that ties you down
into your bed on Monday morning when you
need to go to work. th
Blue Revolution: Professor OrwellBut who would be that person to step up to the challenge. The answer lays in a classroom in New York University the man, Professor of History John Orwell.Blue Revolution: Professor Orwell in Short Stories More Like This
Born John Fredrick Orwell on April 7th 1892. He was born into a family of farmers in upstate New York, he stayed until he was 20 when he decided to travel to Syracuse to attend university in hopes of becoming a professor. But 5 years into university he was drafted into the Army and was sent to the western front to fight with the French and English. During a battle he was shot in the shoulder and was sent to an infirmary, there he met a French solider who gave him a book, the solider said nothing and walked away. Orwell was confused but he looked at the book and took a slight interest in it. Orwell could speak and read French and say what the title was “Manifeste du parti communiste,” otherwise known as “The Manifesto of the Communist Party.” He had heard of communism before but never took the time to learn of
Blue Revolution: Death of the Republic.*Turns on TV * Good evening and welcome to the evening news I’m your anchor Tom Mainly. Today June 19th 2015 we celebrate the 75 anniversary of the victory of the Continental Liberation Army over the Right wing totalitarian government that had exploited this nation for 7 years from 1933 to 1940. It may have Been a short rule but during that short time the nation changed more than any other time in our history. And now for the special event, we bring you the few remaining survivors of CLA and along with existing footage to tell the story of these modern day sons of liberty and their struggle for freedom. All that and much more now on the American Broadcast Channel, until then Happy Liberation Day."Blue Revolution: Death of the Republic. in Short Stories More Like This
History is written by the victor, 75 years ago one nation changed the course of history forever. The Us which had gone through a bloody Civil War had emerged from the death and carnage to become the most powerful nation once more, but what had happened the to us for that Civil war to oc
Blue Revolution: Revolution and Rebirth.After a long train ride across the US, professor Orwell and his brigade of students reached the Rocky Mountains. From there they took a truck to take their final journey into the mountains.Blue Revolution: Revolution and Rebirth. in Short Stories More Like This
Anchor Mainly: To give us a more in depth look at this event we have Jacob Sinclair one of the few remaining of Orwell’s Original Brigade. Mr. Sinclair can you tell us what it was like when you first saw the camp?
Mr. Sinclair: Well it very much was that, was a camp. There were hundreds of tents scattered around with fire pits and crates of weapons surrounding it. There was one structure and it was an old park ranger outpost. When I saw this is was thinking, “did I do the right thing?” But once I saw that there were a few thousand men training I felt more reassured.
Anchor Mainly: Did you have any combat training beforehand?
Mr. Sinclair: The most intense battle I had ever been in to that point was arguing with my girlfriend on what dress she should wear *Laughter * In all seriousn