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The Old Black NannyThe Old Black Nanny*The Old Black Nanny by Michel-le-fou
At the end of Farlay Road in the city limits of Providence Rhode Island, there stood a farmhouse of notable size. But nobody nearby either saw anyone or blew much about it. Town history claims thT it was built when the town was still small; but there is no record to date of the owners.
One morning in August, the city council received a report that it was starting to crumble and the reporter feared danger from deterioration of the structure. So the council dispatched a member to study the house.
As he arrived at 11 that morning, he found nothing strange; but the material used to build the house was certainly deteriorating and had a queer look to it. He searched the premises for signs of occupation but it was, obviously, deserted.
'So without the owner it simply crumbles,' he thought.
He returned to the office to report that the deterioration was both true and evident according to his observations. But the council succeeded in summoning a wrecking crew only af
The End of the DramaBitter SilenceThe End of the Drama by Michel-le-fou
When we lose the freedom of speech
When we are punished or abused
For what we say
Despite that we meant well
Or we were innocent
And we curl up on our beds
Muffled by suppression
The silence is so bitter
That it leaves a taste in our mouths
I sit in the silence of my room
Awaiting my wounds to heal
My mouth and my limbs recover fast
But the mind heals more slowly
Peace comes slowly
The silence begins to sweeten
Solitude helps me think
Being abroad and far from home
Teaches a long hard lesson
We need patience
To live among those so utterly unlike us
Absolum, AbsolumAbsolum, AbsolumAbsolum, Absolum by Michel-le-fou
Dedicated to me alone
She dares to live with me anywhere
Confident our love will change the setting
In my pain, my dark brooding
She touches me gently
One touch, one tender whisper
My errors are all absolved
I did not believe in angels
Until I found her
Nothing matters more than (our) love.
DieDo I really need to justifyDie by bodders1991
Why I finally left you just to die
You were weak and slowed me down
Hardly any better than that clown
Revenge on the one who stole my life
I murdered him with a butcher knife
Finally things got put right
Only to why he killed so many that night
Vengeance fuels me up as I fight
You’re just so blurry in my poor sight
Soon I will forever loss my light
And I will always be looking at the night
Die, so I can make things right
Die, it would only be polite
Die, as I prepare to set your home alight
Die, I will cherish your death with delight
Broken stars.She was made out of stardust,Broken stars. by Jestereir
Broken, but still beautiful, scattered.
She reminded me, of a broken star--
Yet still twinkling
In the midst of the dark night.
I saw her.
Her eyes downcast, her smile, gone.
When she came up to me
That smile on her face brittle, fragile, frail.
It was like her whole world
Just by a single touch..
I too, was made out of broken pieces
Stardust, no longer illuminated
Dim. Quiet. Dull.
But she saw me as her sun.
She knew, how to make me smile.
Every day. Every minute. Every second.
Before her sufferings,
that she hid behind that fragile facade.
And it was not long
Before London Bridge came falling down.
Even the fairest of ladies
Lost her balance
Her brittle smile gone
Replaced by sadness and burdens
I picked up her broken pieces.
" Here. "
" ..Thank you. "
And there was that smile, again.
Though, this time,
Dew dropped from her vibrant eyes.
I helped put her back together again.
Slowly, piece by p
now you see meit seems like i had always beennow you see me by xXMaploryXx
a little too hopeful
of things that may or may not come true.
(it did not come true)
the fleeting light from my eyes
betrayed my emotions
as i disappoint you yet
i never seem to be good enough;
just another one in this world
a grain of sand in time
another nuisance in your eyes.
only something in the back of
your mind. one you always forget,
along with that trip to the groceries
or perhaps that long overdue book from the library.
maybe we are looking at each other from a two-way mirror.
you always manage to look through me and my flaws,
while i only see what is reflected from your eyes.
and it is not looking so great.
now you don't.
Something AboutHe said there was something about the way I looked, the face I made, the sips I took.Something About by Chococcino
Every morning I wake, splash some water on my face, and head outside to practice my yoga uninterrupted.
But this morning was different.
This morning I lowered my hands under the cool running water of the sink, rubbed it against my aching eyes.
And when I opened them, in the darkness of the early morning, a streak of brilliant orange reflected in the mirror.
As I paused, he knew I had seen it.
His warm arms wrapped around my waist from behind. He held me tightly against him, whispered excuses as to why he did so.
Something about this morning, the lighting, my tears, I don't know what it was exactly, but it kept him there next to me.
He watched me as I sipped my tea, with that sadness in his eyes, but he smiled.
And I knew. It wasn't me he saw.
But he had no idea.
He says there is something about the way I look, the faces I make, the sips I take.
I chose to stay in bed this morning. I didn't particularl
An Apple A Day (Warning: Death)A year ago the world was overpopulated.An Apple A Day (Warning: Death) by tophtheblindbandit
Places that had previously only contained a small amount of people at a time had become so full it was difficult to go a few feet without needing to push past someone.
If you lived in one of the more populated areas you may have needed to sleep standing up, surrounded by strangers as everyone you knew had been swept away in the crowd.
Places that had once been completely deserted had suddenly gained a population. People moving to burning hot deserts and icy cold Antarctica to escape the mob of people continuing to grow.
Then a month ago it stopped.
The population started slowly decreasing.
People started dropping dead in the street.
Everyone is dying and people are calling it a miracle.
Does no-one else notice the strangeness of this situation?
A helicopter appears in the sky, apples falling from it like hundreds of tiny bombs.
Each member of the crowd grabbing one fruit each. After a few weeks of the helicopters visits everyone quickly learned n
Camp McCall Memories: Battle of the BearCamp McCall Memories: Battle of the Bear by GabrielRaven
I was asked once again to share a story of Camp McCall and my adventures there as a staffer with you guys. Oh trust me…I have a lot to share! But the tricky part is just thinking of which ones to talk about that would be entertaining and that I could easily explain. But the more I think about it…there is one story in particular that always jumps out at me. As I look back on it now, it was very funny…but at the time, there was nothing funny about this. In fact, I was quite scared. I can sum up what happened in just one sentence…one solitary grouping of words:
“Did you know I fought a bear?”
Now before you all start calling me a liar and saying it’s a lot of bull that I fought a bear, I want to make two things clear. First is that black bears are very common in the mountains of South Carolina, and we actually have rules at camp that keep kids from taking snacks into their cabins because it attracts them. Second of all, black bears are not
Camp McCall Memories: NicknamesCamp McCall Memories: Nicknames by GabrielRaven
At Camp McCall, I might have mentioned that all the staffers have nicknames. The nicknames are given on the very first day of camp and, once given the nickname, it sticks for life. There are not take backs or redoes…once you have your nickname, it is your new name at camp. My nickname was Bambi.
The reason my nickname was Bambi was because, when I was 4 years old, I got lost in a fair. I ran all around the fair looking for my mom and dad, calling their names. Eventually I was found by a police officer who took me to them. However, when I told the other staffers this story, they instantly made the connection to the scene after Bambi’s mother was shot when Bambi ran around the forest looking for his mother. Thus, I was given the nickname Bambi. One of the things you need to know about our nicknames is that we can never tell the campers our real names. It’s all part of the fun.
Also, we can’t tell the kids the real reason we got our nickname. We have to make up som
Prompt 4The first thing I notice when I wake up, is that I have no idea where I am. The second thing, who is the man sleeping right next to me. I sit up slowly, as to not wake the slumbering man. I gather info on my surroundings. The ground is dusty, feels like dirt. I feel around the ground, and come across what I presume to be rocks. So, i'm in a cave. I look at the man. He has really bright blue hair, and he is wearing a leather jacket. I feel as if I know him, but, that would be crazy, I have never met this man in my life, I think? My head begins to hurt. I decide to see if I can leave this cave. I stand up, and notice torches on the walls. Perfect! I grab one and begin walking, only for some invisible wall to push me back. I yelp in pain as I hit the ground. the torch that was in my hand also clatters to the ground.Prompt 4 by Sammykh
I jump, letting out a startled yelp as the man who was previously asleep has been awakened by my fall. I figure Twilight is my name, since I am t
Prompt 1Terezi is watching a torture scene from a movie on her computer. She is trying to hide her smile but failing. Everytime the tortured lets out a scream she barely surpresses a giggle. Karkat notices that she is giggling to herself and looks over to see what she is giggling about.Prompt 1 by Sammykh
Karkat: HEY, WHAT IS SO FUNNY TEREZI?
Terezi jumps and tries to unsuccessfully close the window, but not before Karkat sees what is on the screen.
Terezi: 1TS N0TH1NG! D0NT W0RRY 4B0UT 1T
Karkat: WERE YOU JUST GIGGLING AT A TORTURE SCENE?
Karkat: (after Terezi shakes her head) YOU WERE! WOW TEREZI, I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE INTO THIS KINDA THING. YOU KNOW, I HAVENT SEEN YOU SMILE LIKE THAT FOR A WHILE.HOW COME YOU HAVENT TOLD ME ABOUT THIS?
Terezi: TH1S 1S N0T M3 K4RK4T 1 SW34R! 1 4M TH3 BR1NG3R 0F JUST1C3! N3V3R W0ULD 1 1NDULG3 1N SUCH S4D1ST1C F4NT4S13S!
Karkat: WOAH, TEREZI, I THINK IT GOES WELL WITH YOU WANTING TO BRING JUSTICE. I MEAN, YOU DO HAVE TO TORTURE OTHERS TO GET RELIABLE INFO RIGHT?
Prompt 3“You can’t just leave me!”Prompt 3 by Sammykh
John sadly turned to his now ex girlfriend, Vriska, who was standing in the bedroom doorway, still in her pajamas, heartbroken tears running down her face.
“Vriska, I just can't do this anymore. I know that before, i accepted the fact that you, well, you’re a criminal. I love you, but it can’t work between us anymore.”
John opened the front door, preparing to step out.
“I you walk out that door, you will never see me again!” Vriska shouted, desperate to change his mind. John turned his head, shook it, and stepped out, closing the door behind him. He heard her scream of anguish as he walked out into the night. Too pretty of a night for such things to happen. As he walked, he watched houses and cars full of people who had better lives to go back to in the middle of the night, passed him by.Just as he reached the edge of town, he got a strange thought.
‘Hasn't this happened before?’
John woke up w
Calculating LonelinessCalculating LonelinessCalculating Loneliness by InkStainedGhost
It's a funny thing being alone, I mean fully alone. Absolutely no-one or nothing by your side, nothing to distract, nothing at all.
All your left with is the sound of your heart beat, your breath, your very mind
Sometimes, the loneliness can be quite peaceful, give you some time to think. But other times, it can be a deadly killer, can suck every happiness out of your soul.
I've been lonely my whole life. I don't feel anything anymore, not the quiet peacefulness, not the painful killer.
Just nothing, I'm numb, I can't feel at all.
From when I was young, I had my family ripped apart from me. My own mother killed in front of my very eyes, from that moment onwards a sudden and strange verge of anger swarmed around me. I killed someone for the very first time in my life, I killed the man who killed my mother.
It's a strange feeling when you've just murdered, you feel a pounding of guilt, adrenaline through your veins, but the same time, it's the best feeling y
End Game!End Game! by tommyboywood
...from the newsroom, breaking news! Elwood T. Bug VI, grandson and heir apparent of the now deceased former premier of Bugdom Elwood T. Bug IV, called for an urgent news conference about an hour ago. Fox news was first to arrive at the scene, and we now have for you the complete transcript. It reads:
Elwood T. Bug VI here. A few months ago my grandfather, Elwood T. Bug IV, delivered a warning message to a certain unspecified species whom we will now clearly identify as: humankind. Please note this quotation from said warning: "So here is the bottom line: A red line has been drawn - here, and no further! One more dead bug and all the bugs in the world will be called upon to unite against certain unsaid species," end quote! Apparently, this warning was not taken seriously, as reports have been arriving at my desk daily suggesting that bugs are still being squished, swatted, stepped on, sprayed with gawd knows what, set on fire, dun
Mary RogersMary Rogers by tommyboywood
Couldn't pay the rent, could you Mary?
Back out on the street, dearest Mary.
Winter's in the air/once a girl with pretty hair,
and the days are shorter now, my sweet Mary.
Where will you go, Mary Rogers?
Parks can be so cold, Mary Rogers.
Out into the night/shadows everywhere a fright,
(Tell me) where will you go, Mary Rogers?
Store clerk turned her head, will you Mary?
Run fast as you can, dearest Mary.
Cops are on the way/daddy's calling you to play,
and the knife you dropped they found, my sweet Mary.
What will you do, Mary Rogers?
Jail can be so cold, Mary Rogers.
Throw away the key/pray to God on bended knee,
(Tell me) what will you do Mary Rogers?
Stranger took you in, did he Mary?
Promised you the moon, dearest Mary.
Black eyes gave away/what an awful price to pay,
and nobody gave a damn, my sweet Mary.
When will it end, Mary Rogers?
Men can be so cold, Mary Rogers.
Needles always lie/mommy's back home baking pie,
(Tell me) when will it end, Mary Rogers
Clothes, Or Why We Should All Be NudistsClothes, Or Why We Should All Be Nudists by shadowsmokeandfire
If you looked through my closet, you would notice that my wardrobe consists almost entirely of black running pants, black athletic shorts, and black T-shirts. You may find the occasional white button-up hidden among my paint-splattered shirts from middle school and graphic tees, but the few nice shirts I own have problems of their own, often being too large or stained. I realize my closet is abysmal, especially for a teenage girl. My closet should overflow with denim shorts and vintage T-shirts, not the dreary athletic wear that inhabits most of it. I have tried to even out the ratio of dresses to sweatpants in my wardrobe, or at least introduce a color other than black, but my utilitarianism usually wins at the checkout counter. Black matches with everything and works for most occasions. Besides, I never leave the house unless I am going to school or Church, exercising, or buying groceries, so I see no purpose for a flowery crop-top or ripped jeans. There is no reason for me to buy cl
Streets of Paper (bxb) ~Chapter 1~Streets of Paper (bxb) ~Chapter 1~ by ChocolateeKisses
- Chapter 1: Enemies -
The class was over, and all the teenagers rushed out the room as if they had been suffocating for the past hour. The teacher closed his history book, sighing and also walking out of the classroom to go on his break. A 17 year old male stood, always usually leaving last with his 3 friends, talking with them and joking around, they chuckled. This morning was rather pleasant for him; he had bought a new manga. And yes, fuck you, because anime was the shit.
"Dude, come ON! What's so great about One Piece?" Drake sighed boredly, leaning an elbow on his chair as he looked back at Oliver, who sat at the back of the class, legs propped up on his desk and manga in hand. He seemed to have a blank expression on his face, his round sunglasses preventing anyone from seeing his eyes. He loved his sunglasses. It gave him the cool/mysterious guy kinda look. The male ran a
Predator Prep: Vore - CH.2Chapter 2Predator Prep: Vore - CH.2 by lovelymars908
The first quarter of Meredith Prep went very smoothly for Dominga. She was having a blast experiencing high school life. She was coming home with superior grades. Some of her teachers would write little comments on the side on her assignments. When Dominga and her mother went to the Back-to-School Night, the teachers gave wonderful compliments which made Luz very proud.
Dominga even found the time to join after-school activities in an academics club and sports club to get into shape. She found out that she had a talent for basketball and gymnastics. A teacher asked her about joining the cheerleading group. Dominga thought about it, but rejected it when she found out some of the cheerleaders were a bunch of bitches. This wasn’t the common fib, it was true. Some of the girls were even physical to other girls who did better than them. Dominga didn’t have time for that bullshit. High school life can be full of cons, but bullying wasn’t going to be one of them.
Mythic Tide (working title, teaser intro)"Well, doesn't this just suck?"Mythic Tide (working title, teaser intro) by sioranth
I was standing in your stereotypical dumpster-laden back alley staring down at a mangled corpse. Just moments before she had been a vibrant young woman full of life and hope and all that happy crap. That was right before she was shoved off the fire escape about 15 floors up. How do I know she was shoved? Because the body I was standing over was mine.
"Shit," I muttered and then looked up. My assailant was long gone though, not even a scurrying shadow left behind.
"What did you do this time?"
I lowered my gaze and turned my head to the left. I suspect most people would have been challenged not to run screaming into the night. Boris was about 8 feet tall, give or take, built like a bull on steroids, and had six horns of various sizes and colors sprouting from his skull. His face looked like he suffered from a stroke as the left side sort of ran down toward his jaw like melting ice cream. The right side was covered in a roadmap of twisting burn
Void: Vol.1 Ch.46Void: Vol. I Ch. XLVIVoid: Vol.1 Ch.46 by darkone4587
At the port Derrick, Selas, and Adelina wearing their original clothes and Selas without her weapons stand around as Erin and Marin say goodbye to them seeing them off.
"So then kids, good luck at the capital." Marin says happily to them.
"Why aren't you two coming?" Derrick asks curiously.
"Well we need to stick around here and watch the city, if not then they could get over run with Voidlings." Erin says explaining things. "All things considered, I think very few Vanguards will actually show up."
"Why?" Derrick asks curiously.
"Vanguards are assigned to specific locations and told to defe
Funny Fat People(Respit sits at the news desk and talks into the camera)Funny Fat People by BloodyMess-VaoT
Hey there and welcome to Respit explains the world!
Today I want to tell you why it's toxic when fat people pretend to be, or actually are, genuinely retarded and go on like that in order to gain popularity from it.
You see, if someone who is fat makes a video or a TV appearance in which he/she acts retarded or "crazy" most people don't give a fuck and watch something else or they haven't watched the crap in the first place, because they have better things to do with their life.
But then you have all these retarded people, who think it's real. They have to spread this stuff all over the internet and talk about it and cause it to get more popular.
You can roughly divide them into two categories.
The "mean" ones. They think it is super funny and ridiculous, how this retarded fat girl makes an idiot out of herself. Then they have to show it all their friends. As implied before, most of these people have no life so they have to make
Hate CrimeFADE IN.Hate Crime by xxdraxx
INT. JOHN’S HOUSE - MID-DAY
JOHN is a Korean-American male in his late twenties. He has a clean shaven face and is sitting alone at a coffee table. He has a mug in hand; it is half filled with coffee. He is slowly drinking from the mug while reading the newspaper which is spread out along the table.
The newspaper’s headline reads “TAIWANESE STUDENT BEATEN TO DEATH”. As John reads the headline, he chokes on his coffee and abruptly puts down the mug.
John begins reading the rest of the article out loud:
Ang Te-Sheng, a twenty-four year old male from Taiwan was tragically killed last
Friday in front of Stanford University at approximately 6:00AM…
FLASHBACK – EXT. Side walk, Stanford University – Early Morning
ANG TE-SHENG is carrying a backpack & a briefcase. He walks in front of The Thinker statue.
He was severely beaten and stabbed.
The only hint of his identity was his was his student ID. Card…
The Narrative Kind of Lit.Welcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...The Narrative Kind of Lit. by OfOneSoul
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a spoken or written account of connected events; a story.
"the hero of his modest narrative"
in the form of or concerned with narration.
"a narrative poem"
So, if you haven't figured it out yet... this is a feature article specializing in the
deviantARTing: CommissionsWelcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...deviantARTing: Commissions by OfOneSoul
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Writing Contest #3OMG it has been forever If you have joined my contests before, this one will be a little different. It's not competitive--the winner will be chosen using random.org, so it's just a chance for you to flex your fiction muscles and meet new people. I hate choosing one person above the others, so I think this will be a better way to show you that you are all winners Let's get right to it, then:Writing Contest #3 by Maclafel7
1st Place--10 , 12 watches, 12 llamas, 12 faves, a free watercolored sketch of one of your characters by Chitsuu, and a digitally colored, fully shaded chibi by LyricaLupin
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Halloween 20126.38PM:Halloween 2012 by KeiraxStorm
"Darwin!Wake up!It's Halloween! Remember the party?" Nova shouted,trying to wake up her mate."It's Halloween already?!"Darwin gasped suddenly as he got up.Nova nodded laughing,"Don't tell me you had forgotten! The pups are in the living room,preparing."
The two wolves came out of the room,looking at the progress the pups were making.Leaf was making Jack'o'Lanterns, River was doing the apple-bobbing,Blaster was adjusting the lights and Breeze was hanging the streamers onto the ceiling. "Well,they are certainly doing a great job" Darwin said proudly."Yep"Nova smiled,"Come on,It's time for the plans to take action"
"Welcome Everyone!" Nova greeted her fellow friends.Goldstar and his family was there, Cheza was there too. "I thought you invited more wolves?" Goldstar enquired."Yeah...I wonder why they have not arrived yet."Nova replied,confused. Everyone was in their usual costumes. Although there were a few changes for Nova's family. Jus
We come out to playWhen the lights go outWe come out to play by WinterofFire
In the dark you're all alone
We come out to play
HalloweenWhen the moon shines bright,Halloween by Frostbyter
And the blood runs cold,
Creatures of fright,
Both young and old,
Walk the night,
So the story's told,
In red and gold,
Ghoul gheist or wight,
Welcomed to the fold,
Treats to delight,
Tricks for the bold,
Laugh in spite,
Of deaths chokehold
Ode to Hallows EveDearest Lovely HalloweenOde to Hallows Eve by Lovely-Madness-13
Now you've come and gone
Frightened people young and old
And fled before the dawn
If only it was Halloween
More than once a year
Giving toddler's sugar highs
And teaching adults fear
Next year I shall wander down the street
With sunken face and eyes
A ghost and greater to you dear
As witches guard the skies
So close your eyes and rest your head
And hide in leaves unseen
until October comes around again
And awakens Halloween
Bows and Ties: Pee Standing or Sitting? TG seriesFor those returning to he series after such a long hiatus, I have created this status to show who is currently in whos body. Hope it helps, enjoy.Bows and Ties: Pee Standing or Sitting? TG series by LGROSARIO
Soul - Body
"What do want, Gon? We're kinda busy at the moment." Cierra asked the cocky Gon.
"What's wrong with you today, little one? I'm here now, so you should be all smiles again." Gon hung his arm around Sierra, a cocky smile still on his face. Cierra turned her eyes, her face becoming red with anger.
Lightly and swiftly, Gons body flew and struck the table. Everyone watched in disbelief, seeing Cierra at her full strength for the first time since leaving her detention middle school.
"Wow, Cierra. After 7 years, you've still got it." Below Gons head, Mayra continued her semi-conscious babbling. "Hey, little brother. Whatcha doing down there?"
"So bright. So pretty. I needs them!" Mayras hand raised in the air, fetching for the stars in sight.
"Oh, Tsuna, you're s
Immortalis Vampiris chapter 1The city lay in flames and ruins, torn apart by the undead. On a nearby building was a shadowy figure that seemed framed against a moon dyed red from the fires below. He regarded the tableu of bloodshed and violence before him with an unreadable expression on his face, his maroon eyes glowing in the murk. He lept down to the streets 30 feet below, landing lightly on his feet. Quickly, he drew his twin pistols and shot a zombie that had begun to rise. He holstered his guns as the zombie turned to dust and floated away on the light breeze that wasn't strong enough to blow away the smoke. Silver bullets, made of melted crosses and soaked in holy water, the best defense against the undead. He made his way down the street and stopped in front of a store window that had miraculously remained intact. He stepped closer and examined his reflection under the light of a sputtering street light.Immortalis Vampiris chapter 1 by loslocolibre
He wore a black leather jacket with silver chains on the shoulder. Underneath that he wore a bla
I remember seeing White: Summary.❝ I don’t know what I wouldn’t sacrifice to keep that smile intact, and safe.❞I remember seeing White: Summary. by Jestereir
Maximilian Furvus is the elder twin to Alexander Furvus— the next Heir of the Furvus’ family who have been in power for many generations. Max, determined to keep Alex safe no matter what the cost—- even to the extent of his own life is willing to sacrifice himself if there comes the need. This matter remains unknown to Alex, as their lives have gone by pleasantly, without too many downfalls on both sides.
But it takes an unexpected turn when things start going a different course… and not in the prettiest way.
❝ Beware of the Dark,
for it hides the unknown.
But be afraid of those close to you,
For they may rip your sanity apart.❞
Adobe Slabs Segment 1Adobe Slabs Segment 1 by Chococcino
There was the sound of an explosion. Followed by another. And another, until there were so many in succession that any other sound would be hard-pressed to be heard.
It was a good thing, then, that M’s phone was set to vibrate, and currently in his back pocket. He put it to his ear and answered without even looking to see who the caller was. He continued to focus on the onscreen destruction he had been in the midst of causing. “This is M,” he answered, with a slightly disconnected voice.
“Hey, uh, M. This is Billy.”
M hit the pause button and set the controller down. Who?
“I don’t, like, know if you remember me, man, you probably don’t. But like… I was wondering if you could help me out? See, I’ve got this, um...well, I mean, it’s pretty much... uhh. So I can’t
A mystery for twoLet me put my words awayA mystery for two by Raindropsoul
I want to express myself
To speak in a a way only you can understand
Just trust me
The more I yell the less you'll hear
And these matters - well, I do believe they ought to be crystal clear
Believe me, silence is the key
Now close your eyes and reach for me
No, do not touch me
Just be close and fell the heat
Count the tic-tac of my irregular heartbeat
Really, words tend to get in the way
I say this, you think that - we go separate ways
Let's keep things simple
I'll avoid your gaze
You're too amazing for me to keep up
Call me shy or call me crazy
There's one more secret I'd like to share with you
I hope I made you feel like you're special
If you focus you'll find a connection
If you don't trust me or don't believe me, you will see
These things I've never said or did - for you from me
New LeaseThe kettle whistled in the other room as a soft breeze blew through the lace curtains.New Lease by Mertus
“Mirabell, would you get that?” Gerard asked.
A tiny fairy with red bows in her hair stood from where she had been sitting on the windowsill and flew off. A few moments later the whistling stopped. Slowly, Gerard stood, adjusting his spectacles with a shaking hand before shuffling into the kitchen. He talked as he went. “When I was young I thought I’d travel for my whole life, learn all there was…”
He stopped in the doorway, his breath rattling in his chest. “But time passes so quickly. Before you know it, your friends are dead and gone and you’re nothing but bones.”
Mirabell sat on the top of the cabinets, swinging her feet idly. Gerard reached for the kettle and poured the hot water through a tea strainer into a bone china cup.
“It won’t be very long now,” said Gerard, bringing the cup to the table and sinking gratefully into
Character Contest: Eric NulebenCharacter Contest: Eric Nuleben by Steve-C2
Character Bio for Eric.
Eric Nuleben (later, Eric Townley) was born to Lucas and Angela Townley. Shortly after his birth, and with the advice of a young Serene Winters, he was given to the care of Roger and Lily Goodsell, in order to hide him from the Mage Council. The step was necessary because he was a Dragon Mage, and the Council had passed rather draconian measures to essentially wipe out any Dragon Mage. In removing him from the Townley's care, Serene was able to fulfill her obligation and honestly report that she had taken measures to remove a Dragon Mage.
Growing up, Eric was informed by a nosy individual that he had been adopted. However, he never knew who his actual parents were, not even their names. He hoped that he would be able to meet them someday.
Eric was enrolled in a Mage Academy, and during the school year resided at there. During his years there, he did not "fit in" since he had no skills for most of his duration there
James D. Lockinkey: a storyThere are a lot of Hollywood idols out there, many of which have lived in the light and died in their bathrooms. We love them because we enjoy watching a celebrity rise to the top on pure luck and false promise as well as watching them fall back down to the bottom on drugs and bad decisions. But there is one celebrity that trumps all of them…except Donald Trump because nobody can Trump his craziness. My favorite Hollywood star is the late night talk show host known as James D. Lockinkey. I am now going to talk about him.James D. Lockinkey: a story by Jchrispole
I kind of want to skip his early life because it wasn’t all that cool. His dad was a pro bowler and his mother hated men. He began to develop a desire to become famous the first time he video-taped a fat guy falling down an up-elevator for 2 hours. He uploaded this video to YouTube and got 3 views the first day. The next day he got 4. Then he got 5. That was about it. But he still felt a passion for the movie industry building up inside. His mother d
Delilah - a personification of DeathName: DelilahDelilah - a personification of Death by the-3rd
Gender: either/ neither but with a preference for the female
Age: approximately 2237 years old; but might be older
Role in story:
Delilah is one of a multitude of so called ‘agents of Death’, known by a variety of other names such as Reapers, Valkyries or Dullahans to name a few. Their personal or individual titles are a matter of preference. Each agent has their own specialty, but in some cases, a specialty can be shared. Delilah was born, or created, with the outbreak of the first plague, and has since been responsible for reaping during pandemics.
Delilah is the protagonist in a short story called ‘The Graveyard Shift’ and a secondary character of a sequel called ‘Funeral Flowers’. In the first story she is presented as returning in full force as a reaper for the European outbreak of the bubonic plague in the 14th century, with little memory of her initial creation which had taken place more than a thousand years before.
20 Themes Challenge: Climatic Sequences1. Glory Days20 Themes Challenge: Climatic Sequences by British-Prophetess
2. Bottom Of Hell
3. Internal Injuries
4. Glow To The East
5. Last Moment On Earth
6. Can't Rush Me
7. Doing The Impossible
8. Gaping Entrance
9. Cold Pulse
10. Smoke Without Fire
11. Choices Have Consequences
12. Tangled Mess
13. Thrown Into Chaos
14. Screaming Mind
15. Metal Against Metal
16. Did She Hit You?
17. Privilege To Hunt
18. Squeal Of Rubber
19. Possessive Loyalty
20. Feudal Rivalry
Unbridled MindLogic and rationality are good things, don't misunderstand me, but what happens when we let logic and rationality narrow our view or blind us altogether?Unbridled Mind by Infinite-Word-Forge
Since when did we stop seeing a cardboard box as a race car or rocket ship and see only a cardboard box? Since when did we stop seeing a couch as a fortress or castle and see only a couch?
When did we bind our creative minds and lock them away to rot? Did we do it because we were told to? Because we had to be 'adults'? Why did we sacrifice magnificence for mundane?
Here in my hand I hold an apple but it is no ordinary apple, oh no. This here is an apple from the sacred grove deep in the mountains and only by besting the great bear spirit that guards it in a game of riddles was I able to obtain said apple.
Imagine you are walking down the sidewalk of a local road. Look down. The sidewalk turns to round, staggered stepping stones down a tunnel made of, now look up, boughs of cherry trees that line your path. It is the heart of spring, a
To Name A Hero! A Villain! Someone!Naming a character sucks. It's the most fun part, but it sucks like an open airplane window. If there was a slam dunk rule to creating the most fitting name for your unique character, it wouldn't suck, and it wouldn't be fun. It would be effective, and that'd be more than what we currently have.To Name A Hero! A Villain! Someone! by Celvas
thinking is a hard job by breathing2004
And still, people come up with character names that blast us away. How do they do it? Some say names just come to them. Others have a few phone books. Then some look at the credits of movies. Some jot down names they like for later use (maybe). Some people have friends and family. And so on. My method? I pretty much do it like I do it with everything I want to understand: I take what I like, cut it to screaming little pieces and only stop once I have found out why I like it and can replicate the effect. But that's just me.
If you've read past opinion deviations of mine, you know that I have to throw s
Poetry and Prose It seems highly unlikely to me that anyone can excel at writing good prose if they do not dabble in poetry; similarly, a good poet must write some prose on occasion. It is not important for such experimentation to be of any quality or for them to be published, but the writing of poetry puts focus on certain elements of normal writing that drastically improve quality, as does prose.Poetry and Prose by BDancinJones
Poetry is a form of expression that requires writing succinctly. Lines can only have so many words or syllables before they become cumbersome and tired, which forces poets to find descriptive words that take the place of several others, and to otherwise shrink expressions into efficient chunks. Similarly, good prose is concise and efficient.
Another important piece of poetry is the sounds. The fun of a good poem is the emotion it incites through the sounds, independent of the meaning of each word. Alliteration, consonance, assonance, and
Samhain (cyhydedd fer sonnet)Mortals bent at their tricks and treatsSamhain (cyhydedd fer sonnet) by sioranth
do not heed owl's forewarning shriek.
The witching hour is not for fools,
but ancestors, not ghost or ghoul.
The veil is frail this gusty night
with starry sky, no moon in sight.
Bonfire is lit; pumpkin is carved.
Harvest feast set with welcome arms.
But be chary with warded care
to beware fae with puckish air
and keep your mummer’s guise in place
lest you end being victim chased.
Never to fear as dawn draws near,
this day occurs just once a year.
Summer Days"Summer Days:"Summer Days by Miellat
Snug in my comfort clothes,
This feeling can't be beat
Air conditioning: keep the doors closed!
Else, you'll bask in summer heat
Not a care for hair, today
Your bedhead style will do
Sigh, let troubles melt away
(Including assignments due!)
'Tis the last day of summer!
Enjoy a cup, or few
Of your favorite flavored ice cream
And gain a pound or two!
Please, relish the lovely haze,
And reminisce your Summer Days!
Summer's Swing"Summer's Swing:"Summer's Swing by Miellat
Deep beneath the greenery,
In a peril of beetles and gnats,
I lounge—enjoy the scenery,
In the distance, the “crack” of bats
The smell of chlorine mingling
With the earnest of my nose,
Dad’s barbeque starts sizzling
As I carve my summer prose
Children laugh and croon along
To the tune that we all know
Summer’s swing, a joyful song,
Appeals to young and old
How still can eager dancers be
With the most exclusive melody?
Wishful Thinking"Wishful Thinking:"Wishful Thinking by Miellat
I've sadly come to realize
Some things you just can't have
This realm which holds me paralyzed,
This glass filled only by half
"In time, good things will come, you see"
However, I can't wait
Until the day you promise me
I'll leave my distraught state
Illusion chortles in my ear
My eyes covered by palms
Howling when no one can hear
Inhaling death's sweet balm
How easy is it, to believe
In one such deadly fantasy?
Good Friend, Good EnemyGood Friend, Good EnemyGood Friend, Good Enemy by Michel-le-fou
The value of King of Swords
I am king of swords since my graduation
Observing the land under my reign
Cool and calculating as a king should be
My sword always ready to promote justice
I am a loyal friend to those I trust
But when I doubt, then I take leave
I can be a noble enemy too
Just irritate me or do me harm
I'll do more than leave you
I'll return fully armed for the fight
Beside me always is my fair queen
She wields her love like a sword
Whoever disturbs us must beware
For her temper is hotter than mine
Speak ill and lose your tongue
Raise a hand to us and she'll remove it
She will exile my enemies wherever they are
But she will deliver us to better place
Chipping the Old BlockChipping the Old BlockChipping the Old Block by Michel-le-fou
For my father
"That kid is a chip off the old block," my mother would say
Is heredity true?
Look at my life until today
I have my share of worrying
I have learned to care
But I remember that he used to say
We must laugh at life or go mad
Perhaps I've flipped already
But I laugh out loud each night
Am I mad? Maybe
But I enjoy it, and enjoy life.
24 Hour Duty24 Hour Duty24 Hour Duty by Michel-le-fou
I am sitting near
She watches me
Afraid that she'll be alone
But sickness is not death
It only diminishes strength
We will go on loving
She is my devoted 24 hour duty nurse
Lost in DreamsLost in DreamsLost in Dreams by Michel-le-fou
I. The Dreamer
Armand Clement grew up rather slow
At least that us what I had heard
He went to school like other kids
But at home he spent his leisure on dreams
Where he went, what he saw
Only he alone could know
He seemed to wander very far
He dreamed for a longer time than most
As time passed by, Armand grew
He finished university and earned his degree
But still at his room alone, he dreamed
And soon the others forgot him
Armand did not mourn this loss
For he believed the others were too dull
His dream worlds had what he needed
So, at the right time, he breathed deep
And dreamed on, and on.....