APH FF Wizyta u PolskiCzy widzieliście kiedyś konferencję?APH FF Wizyta u Polski in Comedy More Like This
Nie mówię tu o zwykłych konferencjach, gdzie najważniejsze osoby świata spotykają się, żeby poważnie dyskutować o sprawach w czystej teorii arcyważnych dla przyszłości pozostałych państw.
Nie mówię tu o G8 czy o Parlamencie Europejskim.
Nie mówię tu nawet o normalnych konferencjach w kraju.
Mowa tu o Konferencji Krajów.
Jedna właśnie odbywała się w Niezwykle-Tajnej-Bazie-Na-Nieznanej-Wyspie-Gdzieś-Koło-Ameryki* w wielkim budynku przypominającym bardziej Wersal niż cokolwiek innego. Sala, w której odbywała się owa "konferencja" aż kipiała od barokowych i rokokowych rzeźb, figur, obrazów, wazonów, kwiatów, krzeseł, stołu, służących i czego jeszcze dusza zapragnie. A że miała wymiary pudełka do zapałek 10000
W Swiecie Basni cz2W świecie BaśniW Swiecie Basni cz2 in Short Stories More Like This
Część 2 - Świat Baśni
Chociaż wypicie kubka herbaty zajmuje 5 minut, minęło dobre pół godziny zanim Włóczykij oznajmił, że czas na wycieczkę. Jednak gdy zapytałam, czy trzeba coś zapakować, spojrzał na mnie jak na kogoś, komu trzeba dwa razy powtarzać zdania. Nic nie mówiąc, zaczął grzebać w kieszeni.
- A oto będzie nasz środek transportu! powiedział po chwili dumnie i wyjął z kieszeni... swoją harmonijkę.
- Za przeproszeniem, chcesz złożyć z niego odrzutowiec? zapytałam wątpliwie - Nie wiem, co chcesz zrobić, ale z tego nie zbudujesz raczej Bambo Jeta.
- Po co nam jakiś Bambo Jet? W porównaniu z gigantycznym i głośnym samolotem, MÓJ sposób jest szybszy, dyskretniejszy i o wiele bardzie
W swiecie basni cz1W Świecie BaśniW swiecie basni cz1 in Drama More Like This
Komentarz odautorski (tak, w tym miejscu, bo na 90% przeczytacie):
Chciałabym co nieco powiedzieć o tym fanficku. A w zasadzie nie o fanficku, tylko o takim osobistym apelu. Wymyśliłam tę historię trzy miesiące temu, pewnego zimowego wieczoru, zainspirowana własnym małym, aczkolwiek mocno dającym do myślenia wydarzeniem.
Przede wszystkim - po przeczytaniu tego opowiadania zaczniecie myśleć, iż to kolejny fanfick o fance i postacią z anime w roli głównej. No cóż, jeśli tak pomyślicie, srodze się zawiedziecie (lub odetchniecie z ulgą). po pierwsze - nie jest to żaden romans. Jest to opowieść jak najbardziej poważna, która ma czegoś nauczyć (lecz czy nauczy, lub przypomni, sami powiecie później). Po drugie - nawet jeśli zachciałoby mi się napisać opowiadanie o mnie i
Oda do PapieruPusta kartka.Oda do Papieru in Short Stories More Like This
Patrzysz na tę kartkę, która leży na Twoim biurku. Zwykły kawałek papieru. Prawdopodobnie z specjalnego bloku rysunkowego dla artysty, lub z brystolu.
A może po prostu to papier używany do kserowania?
Nie ma koloru czystej bieli. Nie pada na Ciebie blask świeżego śniegu czy ekranu komputera z białym tłem.
Widzisz po prostu papier. Pełen nierówności, lekko żółty. Choć może to od żarówki.
Ale jeśli weźmiesz na dwór, w piękny słoneczny dzień, oślepia Cię nieskazitelnością. Nie masz nawet siły zerknąć na ten boski materiał. Lecz jeśli trafisz na pochmurne, smutne niebo, pochłonie Cię ponura szarość papieru. Gdy powędrujesz na łąkę, czy do lasu, zapewne wyda Ci się, że kartka śmieje się zielenią. A jeśli postanowisz naszk
W Swiecie Basni cz3W ŚWIECIE BAŚNIW Swiecie Basni cz3 in Short Stories More Like This
Część 3 - Dom
Nie pamiętałam momentu, gdy bajki przestały mnie pocieszać. Nie pamiętałam, jak Włóczykij wziął mnie za rękę i wyciągnął z tego piekła. Nie pamiętałam, jak się dostaliśmy z powrotem do małego mieszkania w kamienicy.
Wciąż przed oczyma miałam puste paciorki Misia Uszatka.
Siedzieliśmy w milczeniu w moim pokoju - paradoksalnie właśnie tam, gdzie się to wszystko zaczęło. Włóczykij oparł się o ławę. Nie widziałam jego twarzy, gdyż głowę miałam pochyloną w dół. Nie chciałam, aby zobaczył moją rozpłakaną i pełną czerwonych plam twarz. To mi przypominało, że praktycznie nienawidziłam, gdy ludzie widzieli mnie zapłakaną i ka
One day.. Another dayI hear myself sayOne day.. Another day in Free Verse More Like This
Come what may.
I hear myself say
I will not think about it til another day.
One day I am brave
And want to take on the world,
Another day I find myself
Laying in the corner, curled.
Some days I find myself
Clear headed and able to think
Other days I find myself
Confused and on the brink....
One day I know I will find
The middle of this wide spectrum,
One day I will find
The balance and it will be welcome
Take PrideYou need to take prideTake Pride in Free Verse More Like This
in the man you have by your side
I'm not saying I'm going to take him away;
I'm just saying he's been over to play.
I'm not the type of girl
that you would expect.
I'm the nice girl;
no signs for you to detect.
Keep an eye on your man;
know where he is.
If you don't, you can be certain
he's gettin' with this.
The TruthI'm telling him the truth today,The Truth in Free Verse More Like This
Whether he likes it or not.
I know his heart belongs to someone else
So I do not have a shot.
I know I may be selfish
By telling him this news,
But I already know my chances
So what have I got to lose?
And maybe one day he will remember
And know my love is for real.
This love and deep devotion
I am about to reveal.
His ButterflyHe called me his butterflyHis Butterfly in Free Verse More Like This
And I had to ask him why.
He told me
From the moment we first spoke
He could tell
My heart had been broke.
He said the bitterness
I wrapped myself in
Was like the cocoon
the caterpillar would spin.
As we talked
and I opened my heart
He said this tender feeling
Was just the start.
I doubt he will ever know
How his butterfly will grow.
the cyclebirth, where it all beginsthe cycle in Free Verse More Like This
prosperity, where we grow and do great things
glory, when we are praised for all we have done
decline, everything we have attained starts to crumble
destruction, the end to the chapter
rebirth, when we start anew with the knowledge gained
random poem that is titlelesswhat awaits merandom poem that is titleless in Free Verse More Like This
in the end?
what does the future hold
for someone like me?
not pure in the slightest
yet not villainous
only a bit tainted
what does the world have in store?
and what will i take from it?
will i live my life as is?
a ghost burning time?
or will i come out of my shell?
and make waves in stagnant pools?
only time will tell
for it tells all stories
yet to each their own
picking the content
shadowi am but a shadowshadow in Free Verse More Like This
mindlessly walking the earth
with no purpose
yet i can not leave
forever bound to this plane
for i am a shadow
the counter to the light
as long as the light shines
i shall be
a follower of the one
who walks in the light
title of this poemi can't go on. i will go ontitle of this poem in Free Verse More Like This
i can't go on. i will go on
i can't, i've been though enough
done all i can do
helped all i can
it's time for the curtain to fall
i will go on
as long as i'm needed
i will be there
this is my destiny
one i can't escape
HummingbirdLifting my heartHummingbird in Free Verse More Like This
Over a wall
To feel the rough
Stone of it
At the top
I see that
You have turned
Your eyes are smoke
Your storm cloud
Rains on my wall
Beating like a
PardonWith a cosmic shake and slap,Pardon in Free Verse More Like This
order is restored.
An artist athlete's comeback.
I live your pardon with you.
Suddenly all the possible
can be seen all at once.
You will find me
dancing in my kitchen or
singing in the garden.
My insane co-dependence
seemingly has purpose now.
a gratitude of the purest distillation.
We will sit on your front porch again.
We will talk and ask questions.
We will drink coffee.
We will be children.
God! It really is this simple.
NativePlantains towering, Goliath of the herbsNative in Free Verse More Like This
Great wide leaves filter the sun
Temple of green light
Two small black eyes, shiny peppercorns
Peer at me from under her home of fruit
My friend with the melodious name
Looks cautiously down
I look up at her
She does not understand that I love her
5. WordsIf I were words I would have many things to tell you all day long, I would write you poems and letters and songs... I would tell you how much you mean to me and that you can't leave me... I would have things just to say to you... The world wouldn't be able to keep up with my words for you there won't be enough paper for all the words I have...5. Words in Free Verse More Like This
If I were words then you and I would be tied together for life... But I'm not... I can't say the things I think... I have nothing to say to you... Nothing at all...
Only, if only I were words...
12. EarthIf I were earth, the earth you walk on & grow things in & kill I'd give all I could, I'd make things grow better... hoping you'd stop killing me. I would give my best & make you happy... After all we are one, when you die we become one in the circle of life & it carries on till the end of time. I feed all but you kill me & as you kill me you're killing your self.12. Earth in Free Verse More Like This
If I were the earth I'd send the rain & the light towards you... I'd be working with out a break trying to keep you a live while you don't realize that I'm alive under your feet, that I try to send you a message, the message: I'm dying please save me! I'm the Mother of all but even I need you to save me as I save you...
If I were the earth... would you help me to live longer? Would you save me? But I'm not earth... I'm one of the few that hear that message... the message of help... If I were the earth would you help me? Only if only I were earth I'd show you what you've done... & what you doing...
Some ParentsThey say that parents will always love their kids... But what happens when they never did or never will? They say parents will protect you... But what if they were the ones hurting you?Some Parents in Free Verse More Like This
They say once you have a kid you'll learn to love...
But they forgot to mention that some of you will be monsters to us. They forget that some of you hit and rape us. That you cheat and lie to us... That one day we'll be sitting and crying while cursing you to hell to burn.
Some parents aren't like this... Some are... Even if it not both...
Those kids who have a parent or parents like these... they don't last long... they tend to slip slowly into monsters themsevles... or end up hurting and killing themselves to get away from you...
But even if you're a monster... they still depend on you for things and they get hurt because of it, and slowly lose themselves more and more...
Didn't you even think about them?
Lonely SunsetLonely Sunset in Free Verse More Like This
The source of all warm light streams that shine over us.
Giving life and passion to all living and making the day brighter.
It shines over us and smiles at us with its warm light.
But soon all of that is coming to an end.
The sun starts to go down.
Starting is final journey towards end.
The colors of the sunset mean that the light is fading.
Now darkness rises over the lands and embraces them.
Cold winter winds blow through out the world.
The warm light of the sun is replaced by the cold winter wind.
The depression of the dying sun consumes all and we fall.
Now a grey sky hangs over us.
Snow falls from the angry heavens.
Trees crack and whiter due to the cold days!
All hope is drained from our bodies.
We cry and hide under the warm blankets.
Wanting to hear the songs of the birds and see the warm sun.
See the flowers coming to life.
To dream big and to play all day!
But that isn't happening for now.
Now it's time for winter silence.
All those drams of ours must w
All That ShinesAll That ShinesAll That Shines in Free Verse More Like This
All that shines is what matters the most.
We fight to protect the light.
We give our lives in order to preserve the future.
Hope is little but not lost.
Darkness tries to consume us.
It fights us for control.
Hunting the night with fear!
Making us weak!
The fight for our future never ends.
Endless sorrow and pain!
We moan for the ones we lost.
Our beloved heroes gave their lives in order the young ones to have a future.
A future of hope and light!
A future without fear and demise!
But then all hopes are crushed.
All that stays of the way of evil is demolished and crushed down!
The army of evil prepares for battle.
The battle that will change us!
In what direction is unknown.
The outcome will decide our fates.
All evil now rises to face the light.
The battle is unavoidable.
Our destiny will be decided tonight.
No longer will one side exist!
Now let's face the fear.
Fill our hearts with light and courage!
Now the time has come.
The time to Shine!
Never Too LateNever Too LateNever Too Late in Free Verse More Like This
Alone I am.
Only the shadows of the dark are my friends.
Nothing is there for me into the darkness.
All my friends have abandoned me.
I can't see the light of the day.
My soul is exiled into darkness.
My dreams are no more.
The only thing left for me is desperation.
Nothing can save me now.
I have no longer the passion to live.
My body has reached its limit.
I can't take it anymore.
I give up.
I have no purpose to live.
All is lost for me.
This will be my end.
One last breath and a shot in the head!
My life flashes in a moment of end.
But then you reached for me.
You gave me light of hope.
I never thought I could be saved.
But you showed me love and compassion.
You taught me how to live again.
To love and then again to be free!
You gave me hope.
Gave me new life!
And a new start!
You tolled me "Past could be forgotten"!
Every day is a new day.
Day of unknown history!
And this history will one day turn into an amazing past memory.
This is a new start for me.
A new hope sh
Faded GloryFaded GloryFaded Glory in Free Verse More Like This
lying in the gold sand
grains of glass and time
slowly swallows up your hand
and it becomes like mine
large and rough
with tapered fingers
a faded line
SacrificeFandom: National TreasureSacrifice in Fan Fiction More Like This
Story Rating: PG? (One cuss word, big deal )
Disclaimer: I do not own the National Treasure movies.
Summary: On a cold November morning, Riley discovers the true meaning of sacrifice. Mentions of character death.
Riley Poole, from a young age, had always whole-heartedly sided with the good guys. His parents had been cajoled into buying him Batman bed covers, a Superman lunch box, and an Indiana Jones outfit for Halloween which they had to go on eBay to find. He wouldn't admit it, but he still had the costume in the back of his closet somewhere. So, you can imagine how unsettling it was for the fan of heroes to suddenly feel more inclined towards a villain. But standing before Mitch Wilkinson's tombstone, that was exactly how Riley felt.
"You may have punched me, but at least you didn't point a gun at my head."
He'd never understood why people in books and movies insisted on talking while visiting a dead person that wouldn't be able to respond to them
Music"An art of sound in time which expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony and color."Music in Emotional More Like This
Music has been a part of me since I was in utero. I'm a little bit country, a little bit rock 'n' roll and a whole lot of whatever meshes well into the wrinkles of my brain. I am heavy metal, indie, techno, super pop, dance, country, light screamo, underground alternative, classic, '40s and every variation of rock known to man. I was born to move, to sing, to be music. It hollows me out and becomes my soul. It tears me apart and makes me whole. It's beat, babe. It's the bass that shakes your bones and blows up your heart. It's that guitar screaming and it revs your engine until you have to go 150 in a 25 zone. It's out of control. It's brash and it's blatant. It's subtle and sweet. It sneaks under your skull and beats on your mind. It's poetry and soul. It's love songs and death threats. It's obsession and death. God, it's my
Circus: Lula BelleI rub my hands with the powdery chalk. The lights swirl in a rainbow across an awed audience that gazes up at me. I smile, stretching the neon pink across my make-up white face. I feel the sparkles crinkle on my cheeks. A drum rolls loudly through the crowd, followed by a long silence. The spot light glares against my sequined leotard. The bar hangs above still, anxious air. I lift my hands to it, wrapping my sticky fingers around it with a grip that would frighten Atlas. The drum rolls again. I step off the platform, launching into shining, empty space.Circus: Lula Belle in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
An "ooh" erupts from the crowd. My body bends into a smile, tumbling through the tented sky. Fernand is waiting, hanging by his knees from the other bar. My hands slap onto his strong forearms. My lungs breathe again as I am momentarily held in space. Then he is catapulting back into the air. I curl, unfold, bend and twist back to my bar. An "aah" breaks free from the people below. I pull my legs over the bar in one fluid motion and ho
InnocenceThere once was a young girl named Innocence, whose very heart and soul cried out for the people of her country and world. She saw the sins that her fellow people would commit: the lust the lies, the killings- and she promised herself that she would always keep herself pure, as to not add to the world's sins.Innocence in Short Stories More Like This
Innocence was but a young girl, however, and had not yet even started junior high. Yet she promised herself, "I will keep myself pure, as not to add to the world's sins."
When Innocence started her years at junior high, she kept her promise to herself as entirely as humanly possible. She was given numbers of juvenile labels by those who were jealous of her purity, but she brushed them aside, telling herself, "I will keep myself pure, as not to add to the world's sins."
On her last year of junior high, however, she couldn't help but feel that something was missing. In her mission to keep herself pure, Innocence had never gained a companion. She hadn't realized that setting herself a
Taking the High Road FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!...Taking the High Road in Short Stories More Like This
The roar of the crowd was all I could hear in that moment, drowning out all of my instincts that said, "Don't do this Terr. Take the high road. Walk away. Find someway out." But I couldn't. The crowd kept nudging me towards the behemoth football player, the one I hated my entire high school career, who weighed in somewhere around 230 pounds and was six feet tall- Ben.
My eyes swept the circle of adolescent boys and girls that surrounded us, looking, for the fifth time, for any way of escape. I wasn't going to run away, but I hoped at least for some way to casually walk out; to play it off as if I wasn't interested. But the honest truth was, I was terrified. For both of us.
I guess I should give you some backstory.
My name is Terry Clouse, but everyone knows me as Terr, (pronounced like "Tare") since, in my mind, Terry is a girl's name. I go to Denver High School in Colorado, which, to me, was the most generic of all states. There aren't
What Makes Us HumanWhat Makes Us HumanWhat Makes Us Human in Free Verse More Like This
By: Doug Gealy
The zebras with no stripes
The giraffes with short pudgy necks
The tree that was born tall
Shrinks to its death
They have never been normal
They will forever be different
And nothings wrong with that
It is true short men wish to be tall
Fat men wish to be skinny
Slow men wish to be fast
Some things can change
While others cannot
What makes us human is we will never accept that
Beside The TideBeside The TideBeside The Tide in Free Verse More Like This
By: Doug Gealy
Beside the tide
I stand alone, and wither.
The struggle within provides,
Crumbles, and dissolves.
As a hyper wave shall surely crash,
So to shall a single shell be berried.
Below the grains of sand that lay as many.
I stand aside.
I stand, alone.
For, we are not the same.
Teeth shivering colds,
Mind numbing burns,
Colliding gleams of surrendered dreams,
The separation of a single image,
Sprayed upon the beach, as shattered glass.
Beside the tide
There is no glory.
There is only:
Divided reflections display:
A bright, yet silent story
Stir the truth and shimmer.
A fleeting thought now simmers.
Before water boils,
Watch the steam rise.
Wisdom is welded.
Fused by the freezing flames, of a passing sun.
Illuminated darkness shedding light, once the day is done.
Dawn is dusks one true love.
Their pain is great, for they will always be apart.
When they separate, I can see their hearts beating,