HugYou walk up to me.Hug in Free Verse More Like This
I look at you like a cat that is unknowingly trying to imitate an emote.
As your approach comes to an end you put your arms out. Both going past my body on either side.
Then simply, "Hug?"
I do not comprehend this word, your intent nor punctuation.
Your arms tighten around me and your chin rests on my shoulder.
I stand there
what is this new emotion.
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH4MY BIG FAT DRAGON CH4MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH4 in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: If you dont like fat Dragons and vore, then do not read.
Chapter 4: Wish Fulfillment
I got up and looked at the small little dragon as it shook the remains of the shattered eggshell of itself. I backed up and stepped on an old dry leaf. The dragon instantly whipped around and faced me. Our eyes locked. I wanted to turn and run, but something in the way those eyes stared at me held me firmly in place. Without warning, the dragon leaped onto me with such force that I fell over backwards. To my amazement, it did not hurt me, but began licking my face all over. Once I was thoroughly covered in drool, it got off and let me up. Not knowing what to do, I just stood there looking at the dragon confused. It saw this, and its little head dropped, a look of sheer sadness upon its face.
You dont remember me, do you?
I was confused. I liked dragons a lot, but never did I imagine seeing one up close, and this one was a little too real for comfor
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH3MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH3 in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: Only for fat Draggies
Flare awoke the next morning on his living room floor to hear voices talking over him. They werent his parents, but someone elses, and there were a lot of them. He cautiously opened one eye a crack, and instantly shut it. He was completely surrounded by animals, and not just his house pets, but wild ones as well. Flare wondered why his dogs hadnt protected him whats more the voices seemed to be coming from the animals. Josie, the most faithful of his dogs, was lying on the floor beside him. A stag was talking to her, and apparently the conversation was about him.
How do we know hes the chosen one for sure? He looks like any regular human to me.
He was lifted clear off the ground by a comet of pure light. If thats not a sign, then I dont know what is. Wait, shh. Listen, his breathings changed. I think hes awake.
Flare shuddered and closed his eyes tigh
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH 1MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH 1 in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: If you are easily frightened, or pee your pants at the mere thought of a big, fat, cuddly, yet powerful draggie, this story is not for you. Should you read this, the author and all supporters involved are in no way responsible for any nightmares (dreams should you happen to like Dragons like me), or any bed-wetting that might ensue. Also, to those who like Dragons, I am also in no accounts responsible if you poop your pants form laughing so hard after reading this warning.
Chapter 1: The Powers That Be and Amazing Origins
Ever since the dawn of time, two great forces have governed our world. Light and Darkness (Good and Evil) are forever locked in a titanic power struggle for dominance. For centuries they balanced each other, then came the making of our galaxy, the Milky Way. As with all the others before, Light and Darkness instantly began feuding over it. Darkness added the cold void of spac
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CHAPTER 2MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CHAPTER 2 in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: Don't read if you don't like big, fat, cuddly, draggies.
Chapter 2: Destined for Greatness
Fare was not your average 14 year old boy. No matter what he did, no one would accept him for who he was. Sure, you could blame it on the fact that he was a four-eyed brace-face looser who did nothing but watch T.V., surf the web, and play video games. But the real problem lied deeper than that. The real problem was his personality. He was what most people would call "immature". Although he was 14 and in fact was mature, he had a deep, burning, passionate obsession, Dragons. Of course everyone teased him about it, but he didn't mind. He was more of a loner himself and liked his space. If he could he would much rather hang out with his pets and talk to them instead. He always felt so awkward in large groups of people, but seeemed to feel right at home with animals.
Living with Tommy NewtonIt was a regular Wednesday morning for Andy. She opened the record store, placed the new LP's out, and waited for new customers to accidentally stumble upon the small store. Her life had always been that way since she refused a job at her father's practice. She continued to think it was the right choice; that refusing to perform surgery on helpless people and animals, that were supposedly alien life forms, was the right thing to do. The question weather she made the best choice nibbled at her brain like termites ate wood. It just wouldn't leave her alone.Living with Tommy Newton in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While organizing the records, a strange man in a long white coat came into the store and began browsing through the shelves of Sinatra 45's. She recognized the strange man very well. He turned around and flashed his dazzling white teeth and then walked over to her.
"Are you Andromeda Parks? He asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, and you are?"
The man held out his right hand as he spoke. "I'm Dr. Harmon. I work with your father you probabl
Living with Tommy Newton chp.5Andy was laying in bed; depressed and practically lifeless. She had been there for two days staring at the wall. She looked at the clock on the night stand.; Twelve a.m. the red digital numbers read. Andy shifted around for a while and then pushed the covers off of her. Slowly, she let her feet hit the floor and then stood from her bed. She shakily walked over to the bathroom where she proceeded to take a shower. Tommy and Mary Lou were coming over.Living with Tommy Newton chp.5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When she was done in the shower, she began dressing herself and fixing herself as if she was fine, but she knew that the pain she felt was literally tearing her apart. She looked older somehow. Dark circles formed under her eyes due to the sleepless nights, and she looked thinner. Maybe it was ridiculous to be this upset over someone leaving, but Andy had bonded with Tommy. They were close. Like best friends who shared secrets and fears, and when he left, Tommy unknowingly took all of Andy's feelings away with him.
Andy trudged into the liv
Living with Tommy Newton chp.6"Andy?" a voice whispered in the darkness of her apartment.Living with Tommy Newton chp.6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tommy shakily edged closer to Andy's bed. She was rolled over on her right side. Tommy inched closer a little bit more, he was surprised he kept his footing based on how much he drank that night. He gently nudged her shoulder and she groaned.
"Mom, there's no school today " she mumbled.
Tommy tried hard not to wake her up, but he needed her right now. He and Mary Lou had a fight, and she was very angry with him. She wouldn't even let him finish his dinner before she kicked him into his room and told him she never wanted to see him. Tommy then proceeded to drink two full bottles of liquor and went to find Andy. Andy turned over and pulled the blankets to her chin. Tommy secretly wished she would be awake right now and make the couch into a bed for him again, but of course she wasn't awake. After what he did to her, he expected her to kick him out just like Mary Lou did. He quietly slipped off his shoes and pulled the white
Living with Tommy Newton ch.9"Tom, please say something " Ryder said while gripping the steering wheel of her car so hard her knuckles turned white. The both of them were looking for Andy, and so far had no luck.Living with Tommy Newton ch.9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thomas Newton continued to stare out of the moving car's window, completely ignoring Andy's sister. He didn't want to bother with the small talk; he needed to find Andy. He knew Ryder was only trying to help, as she was just as nervous as he was, but the overwhelming feeling of .well, he couldn't put a name to what he felt. It was a mixture of what Dr. Parks called 'pain' and Andy called 'love'. Whatever the feeling was, it put him in a mood and made him want to stay silent.
Ryder pulled into a random McDonald's parking lot, parked, and then turned the car off. Tommy was about to unbuckle and get out, as that was what you did when cars stopped, but Ryder put her hand on his arm to stop him.
"We need to talk." She said quietly.
Tommy looked at her and waited. Ryder undid her seatbelt and turned t
Living with Tommy Newton ch.8"Come on, Andromeda, you know the answers to these questions!"Living with Tommy Newton ch.8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Andy sat on a cold metal chair watching the two FBI agents circle her like vultures to their prey. Questions were asked, heated words were exchanged, and many tears from Andy were shed. Why was she here? What had she done that was so horrible? Just thinking about those things made Andy sick to her stomach and unable to reply.
"Matt, you're going about this the wrong way." Agent Brookes said calmly to her partner.
Agent Blanc ran his fingers through his hair. This investigation wasn't only tiring for Andy, but the agents as well. Hours had gone by and Andy had remained silent; not answering anything, but just staring at her own clammy hands. Blanc and Brookes became silent, and in the few hours Andy knew them, she knew it was a very rare occurrence that either of them shut up. She slowly shifted her gaze from the cobalt blue table in front of her to the two agents leaning against the wall. They both looked as flustered as sh
Objective Proof of GodIf I tossed a coin 2000 times and called it right every single time, what would you think?Objective Proof of God in Academic Essays More Like This
I can only imagine some of the things you would be thinking, but they would all stem from one rationalization: that what was happening defied logic.
To make sure we are on the same page, let me give you some quick facts about the Bible: The Bible was written over a span of about 1500 years (from 1445 BC to 95 AD) in 3 continents, in 3 languages, by 40 authors, and has 66 books. It's mostly a collection of letters written to churches. We can verify the dates of the books of the Bible through the efforts of historians, linguists, and archeologists.
" . . . a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet. . . They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing." Psalm 22: 17-18
What event is this verse referring to? If you have a basic knowledge of Christianity, then you know this is talking about Jesus' crucifixion. If you
No God - No Atheists"If there were no God, there would be no atheists." G.K. ChestertonNo God - No Atheists in Philosophical More Like This
"That's stupid!" you say.
"Not true," says I. This statement, in and of itself, provides proof for the existence of God. I know that, if you are a non-believer, you will instantly dismiss this quote. Your beliefs are quite firm, after all, and what can shake them? You question the existence of God, but you don't really want an answer. An answer will prove you wrong. However, if you are willing to read on, I think you'll find that the question of rather or not God exists isn't one of fact or fiction. It's true, and I shall illustrate how simply using this quote.
Perhaps I should put this quote into a different perspective. Here is one of the same theme by C. S. Lewis: "If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark."
The view behind this is simple: If ther
18 Questions Asked by AtheistTop 18 Questions Asked by Atheists18 Questions Asked by Atheist in Academic Essays More Like This
-- These are taken from my own personal experience discussing with atheists. You can find them also in my "How I Know God Exists" journal, but I thought I'd spread them to the public more. Hopefully both atheists and Christians will read these and learn more.
--Note that I try to keep these concise and to the point. I could probably write a small book on each individual one, haha. But for space and time's sake, I won't. That's why I've also supplied plenty of links for you to learn more. If you think I don't fully answer something, read the links I give you. If you have more questions concerning something, read the links I give you. Anyone who comes to me asking about something that the links could have answered will be ignored.
1. Why would God allow evil?
Two words: free will.
We have free will to commit evil, and free will to choose not to.
Evil is the absence of God. The same way cold is the absence of heat, and darkness is the abs
Proof of GodTo start off, I'd like you to take a moment to consider why it is you don'tProof of God in Academic Essays More Like This
believe our God exists.
You cannot stay in a state of lacking belief in God. After all, my dog doesn't believe in God, either, but she's not an atheist. To state that you simply don't believe is not sufficient. There must be a reason. On a similar note, I don't believe "blind faith" is sufficient either. I don't just "believe" in God, I have reasons for my beliefs. Either you have accepted the idea of God, or you have rejected it.
So what is the cause for your rejection? What is the basis that you found this view on? When put under speculation, is it adequate? Is it flawed? Is it subjective? This first section of my "essay" deals with reasons you might have for rejecting that our God exists, and refuting them.
I believe there is no God because . . .
1. There's no proof.
That statement is subjective. I'm probably going to use this word a lot, so here's a quick definition: subjective means biased or one-s
Bottled UpThere is so much to considerBottled Up in Free Verse More Like This
When pouring a glass of wine:
The meniscal kiss
Curving into the bowl:
promise of lips stained
with a blush that is
anything but bashful.
The size of the glass,
length of the stem,
and how will he hold his drink?
Will he have the lasting power of
The first sip have
a dry or sweet finish?
Will the evening bubble
Or conversation wane,
fermenting past its prime
into a vinegar of stained carpet
or the clang of a broken glass
on a hardwood floor?
One Man's TrashGot it cheap at a thrift store,One Man's Trash in Free Verse More Like This
left by some anonymous patron:
maybe an old woman,
cleaning out a closet,
significance lost to time and a
fine coat of dust?
Or did she suffer the loss when
she passed it, still on a hanger,
to the man at the counter?
Did she falter when he offered
only a smile and a "we'll be happy
to take it off your hands" as condolence,
like he'd be doing a great service,
bargaining off her past.
Then "keep only what you use"
the mantra of some clutter-busting
self-help book drowns out
the fifty-year-old strains of "Sleepwalk"
from a high school prom
and her hand slips from the fabric,
saying "You can have it,
God knows I'll never need it again."
DesiderataHands, chest, fingers, back,Desiderata in Free Verse More Like This
eyes with black hole tunnel heading
soulward, stoic, then sordid whispers,
distorted by shifting, lunging, lifting,
leaning forward, moving back,
supressing, depressing, undressing
expressing obsession, a predilection,
to erect a monument to a
lifetime of pent up good intent,
then spent and going slack, exhaling,
words failing, chest heaving, drinking the sound
of labored breathing, sweat dripping,
then slipping back into
the curtain of the dark of evening.
The child is grownHair parted in the middle,The child is grown in Free Verse More Like This
The pigtails fell lose
Some time ago.
Can't say I'm sorry
To have traded the jumper
For a pair of fading jeans.
Some things I miss, though:
My mother's careful hands
working through the tangled
mess of curls,
clothes neatly pressed and starched
skillful fingers making perfect bows
of the ked laces.
Some mornings the only thing that keeps me going
is that one instruction:
"Make a loop, over and through."
The hair I've left to its own devices,
clothes haven't seen an iron in years.
I don't always sit with my legs together
or keep my elbows off the table
but one thing I got right:
Lose ends always need tying.
dixrwma matiaμε τη ματια καρφωμενη στο πατωμαdixrwma matia in Free Verse More Like This
και τις αναπνοες της να συμβαδιζεουν με τον ηχο απο τους δειχτες του ρολογιου
ετοιμαζε τις αποσκευες των μικρων στιγμων ...
αυτες οι μικρες στιγμες που την εκαναν ν
KLIK- BIB BIBκλικKLIK- BIB BIB in Free Verse More Like This
"μονο σενα θελω μονο, γα κανενα δε σηκωνω τωρα πια το ακουστικο"
εινα εκεινη η στιγμη λοιπον....
με την ελπιδα να το σηκωσει παλι και να σου πει πως σε αγαπαει
και θα αλαφρυνει τοτε η καρδια
If You Really Love PanicIf You Really Love Panic in Fan Fiction More Like This
How To Tell If You Really Love Panic! At The Disco....
1. You've written at least one fanfiction about Ryan and Brendon.
2. You've read at least 12.
3. You know who I was talking about in question number one.
4. You know what state and city they're from.
5. You know who the original bassist is.
6. You know that Brendon writes all the lyrics.
7. You knew that number 6 was a lie.
8. You know who actually does write the lyrics.
9. You know who RyRo, B-den, J-walk, and Spen-smith are.
10. You can tell when Brendon did his own makeup for a show.
11. You know who does the makeup.
12. You know who the songs "Camisado" and "Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks" are about.
13. You know why the exclamation point is there.
14. You know why the song titles are so weird.
15. You know that Patrick Stump from Fall Out Boy discovered Panic! At The Disco.
16. You know that number fifteen was also a lie and that it was really Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy who discovered them.
16. You know what label Pan
How To Annoy Brendon UrieHow To Annoy Brendon Urie...How To Annoy Brendon Urie in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Tell him high altitudes are no excuse for bad vocals.
2. Call him a virgin.
3. Tell him you know what Ryan and him did last night.
4. Ask him if he was the butch or the bitch last night.
5. Tell him that he's over compensating for something with that huge acoustic bass guitar of his.
6. When he denies the above accusation, say, "That's not what Ryan saaaaaid."
7. Tell him that Ryan went public with their relationship and watch him freak out.
8. Walk by and mutter something about "...stupid Mormons...."
9. Tell him D&D sucks.
10. Steal his glasses. When he gets mad, say he looks better with contacts anyway.
11. Pronounce his last name wrong on purpose.
12. Tell him about Ryan and Pete's secret relationship.
13. Tell him he really should /not/ have danced with the "harlots" during "There's A Good Reason...", even though you know you liked it.
14. Look him right in the eyes, and say "2006 VMAs."
15. Ask him if he wore that red and black top hat in bed with
SleepSleep in Free Verse More Like This
a tsetse fly
drinks its next meal
the sun, newborn crying,
is sky ilk
a maze of feathery canopy;
the Bandundu forest,
gives birth to a
litter of bananas-
grass covered savannahs,
stubborn windblown maize
to the river, where
water walking fish farmer
casts a drowsy eye
on a school of tilapia
playing in his bamboo den;
a kihuta viper opens
its razor mouth
while decadent sockets,
hanging by swollen neck,
as he is carried to the garden.
like an old antelope
pulses, waiting to slip
into its last coma,
palm stem walls blanketing
the mind's catacombs
while your planted carcass watches
a tsetse fly
drink its next meal.