The Age of Not Believing
The children laughed. Michael watched with a frown as they crowded around the tiny play-table. His sister was seated on the floor at the head. Of course, she couldn’t sit on one of the play-chairs. The chairs could easily support the weight of the six- and seven-year-olds she was playing with, but were much too small for her fifty-six-year-old body.
Sure wish her mind would catch up to her body, Michael grumbled to himself as he watched her pour invisible tea from the plastic pot.
There was nothing wrong with her mind or body at all, the doctors had said. Perfectly healthy. More healthy, in fact, t
29 January 2009
“I think there’s a monster in there,” whispered my sister. “Or a ghost…” she trailed off, trembling hands clutching at my clothes. My big brother peeked around the corner and down the hallway, and the two of us peeked around him. There, at the end, stood the blue door.
Who knew what was behind it? Mother said to ask Father and Father said to stay away. It’s dangerous, he said. Dangerous? We were already seven, so I didn’t think that Lily should be afraid of monsters or ghosts. I wasn’
Prologue : Over His Dead Body…or Close to it, at Least
When I was a child I suppose it would have been easy to say that I hated Zim. Of course, children can see the world in ways adults can only dream of, except to remember what it was like. Thinking back on those days, the days of the seemingly endless chase between the two of us, I'm not even sure if I would have said I hated him then. Then it was only a game. I played the hero, he played the villain. Bad guy tries to take over the world; good guy thwarts his plans, but lets him escape to continue his plotting in the end. Always the same. 'What are we going to do tomorrow, Brain?'
Haven't you realized, no one cares,
You're nothing in our eyes?
Your drive is endless, will is strong,
You're always reaching for the skies.
You think we'll come around someday,
That you will be set free.
Inspired by your blind ambition,
You reuse to see.
Your dreams and hopes are meaningless,
Your passions small and weak.
And on this lonely Christmas Eve,
Your strength has sprung a leak.
Defeated once again you fall,
Exhausted on your bed.
Your heart feels like it's broke in two,
Your body made of lead.
You never shed a single tear,
However tempted you may be.
You know defiance is the way,
Resistance is the
(A/N: this is just something I thought up while I was waiting in the dentist's office. One thinks up the most depressing things there, wouldn't you say? Anyways, the entire thing is really anticlimactic and it has absolutely no point. Just some thoughts from the mind of a possible future Dib.
Disclaimer: Zim, Dib and all related titles come from the ever-insane mind of Mr. Vasquez, as we all know…but I must also mention the cursed name of Viacom International. I hate them.)
I step out the door of the church that dad's funeral had been held at. I glance up at the blood-red sky with a sigh of disappointment. I like the days when it's bl
There was a time when I would have disagreed with you. When I would have screamed and denied it when you say we were exactly the same; when you say I have changed into the thing that we both know you are.
As a child, nothing could have been more revolting to me, to be compared with a monster, a demon from the stars.
You were so strange to me. So alien, if you will.
I feared you, hated you, loved you, was completely obsessed with you. But I was never like you. Not in my eyes. To me I was the hero, the martyr, you were the villain, the evil creature come to destroy us all. I was our only hope.
Now, however, I know better.
I see the truth b
Just found out about this-------> http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/dashboard and it looks freaking awesome! I'm so totally psyched! November is National Novel Writing Month, and you can track your progress and stuff (talk to other participants and such) on that site! The goal is to reach 50,000 words in one month. O_O I'm so doing it. Even though I have my fanfiction and school and school writing and work to keep up with. I'm gonna do it.
However, I'm also gonna not go on other websites (facebook and such) during that time. Also, no tv, no video games, and, the worst for me, no phone games. Not even paradise island. I can do it! XD So, I won't be
Found this while I was procrastinating on my writing! Looks like a lot of fun!
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I really like Pandora's different yet distinctly similar styles. The cuteness of her work
So, Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs was hilarious. I pretty much laughed the whole way through. Not as amazing, though, as this AMAZING thing, which you will watch right now without delay ---> http://www.hulu.com/watch/28343/dr-horribles-sing-along-blog
Basically, its adorable and hilarious and really really interesting. So yeah.
OOOOOOOH! And I got a pet! XD Hes a cockatiel and hes SO CUTE! His name is Momotaro, but also Chipper. I just bought him a awesome cage from this really cool guy on craigslist! Thank you guy! Now everybody say hi to Momo!
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