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.i lost my voice.
i am nothing
but a dead woman walking.
i knew in utero
he'd be better than me
but that i'd love more.
(and here i am)
tire-tracks.We sit in your car in the dark, it feels like the universe ends at the edges of the headlights.
(Before you had a car, the world seemed much bigger).
Some conversations are built for cars, the happiest moments, the saddest; I have been told so many secrets between gear changes that 40mph has become a state of mind.
(Before I sat in the front seat of my mum’s car, there were no hard conversations).
You sit with your head rolled back against the seat, seatbelt still on, we are parked by an old deer park but we are hurtling through our words as if we were sentient crash dummies aware of imminent impact.
(Before my dad, I didn’t know the difference between a spark plug and an axle; now I don’t the difference between logic and love).
You tell me about your sister’s suicide attempts, I tell you about mine, we don’t look anywhere but out the front windscreen. The headlights dissect the known world, we are in one lane seeing two different things, we are in one lan
Nonce FormNightmares of metal holding me back
The foundations of my spirit longing
For freedom, for any means of escape
Must there be a fetter for every day
That I wake up, every day that I live?
The beauty of a sunrise is tainted
By the prisons that seem so ethereal
In what ways can elegance be witnessed
When melancholy is all consuming
Limitless burdens weighing upon my heart
A songbird shares with me her melody
And the power of my sorrows weakens
RealizationI never noticed I was burning my body.
It started with the cold wind stopping
The mixture of frigid air and searing flesh
Left a feeling of painful catharsis
Something you wish you could scream in pain
But you don't cause the feeling mixes into your being
So, you're left as a burning block of a frozen shell.
Then the cold stopped.
I felt heat
It had taken me years to find out why the wind stopped
And why the fire continues to burn
It's because love is love
And lust is lust.
I could never differentiate the two
All the hours spent looking at bodies I'll never learn to hold
Wishing upon stars for the love I've never had the pleasure of knowing
Wishing for lust, but like a child to a fire
I thought it would just be warm.
They were spent looking through a camera
Looking for love
Love that was never there
Only other bodies burning
My naivete left me thinking this was love
Not motherly love
The love of a soul rather than a body
I'd never find it.
My body is already a
Working with QuariansEngineer Daniel Langley hummed softly to himself as he worked, thoroughly engrossed in his calculations until a sharp nudge in the ribs from his co-worker Samantha broke his concentration.
“Psst” she hissed, elbowing him “Your girlfriend’s coming” she gestured to the Engineering Sector door, which slid open with a pneumatic hiss. Through it strolled Shaa’Lek, their Quarian colleague. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, though the tight-fitting envirosuits and masks worn by all Quarians made it hard to tell.
Samantha snickered as her Dan continued to oogle their curvaceous colleague, watching her return to her standing workstation on the opposite side of the room. He could vaguely hear Sam prattling on about something beside him, but was too busy oogling to really notice.
“..really was awful tonight, huh?”
Dan shook his head, tearing his eyes away from Shaa’Lek “W-What? Sorry, I was.. uh, doing some calculations.”
HumanDying sun and the birth of the moon.
Foxes playing in the snow and ancient memories.
Receiving presents and getting drunk in the daylight.
Useless criticism and sad songs.
White weddings and pale funerals.
Kind words and happy endings.
Heartbreak, success, failure, death and happiness.
A good book and life in general.
Simple things like that can make you cry.
And that's okay.
You're not made of stone and iron,
you're not a cold, heartless machine...
You're just human.
And that's more than okay.
Gentle EdgesDarling..be gentle with my edges,
they may be sharp and rough,
but they are a big part of me
that made me strong when I was weak.
Dazzling ParagraphsI can feel the thunder in my mind and icy rivers in my veins.
The soft wind in my hair and the ocean's breath in my lungs.
I can still feel your burning touch in the cold, gentle rain.
And your hands, I can feel them everywhere and that makes me shiver.
I can feel the stars shake when you look at me in the dark moonlight.
I can feel those dazzling paragraphs that you write with your lips on my neck.
I can still taste that scandal that you call a kiss.
I write for you and my words are sparking madness in my heart and my soul.
I write about you because I know that at one time we had it all and that gives me hope.
Dying RomanceThe romance is dead and arrogance is strong in your heart.
I can see the lights hidden deep in your mind,
but they shine only for you and no one else.
I can finally see..you made me so blind, I can finally see
that everything we had wasn't real.
I should've known that..when your sapphire eyes flashed in the dark
that you were no good,
but I've always loved a little danger on the inside to play with mine.
And that's where I went wrong, I played my cards too soon and I
felt my heart die when you left without saying goodbye.
Hypnotic MelodyA shuriken went flying through the air and embedded itself in a tree, just missing the head of its intended target.
“Damn…!” A red headed female who wore a hat atop her head cursed in anger, as that one nearly had her if she had been a split second slower just now. She turned and glared at the person who had thrown the weapon at her who had another one drawn back ready to throw and launched it.
Thinking quickly she pulled out a senbon needle and threw it at it, the two metal items collided with one another and knocked the other down from the impact.
Tayuya dashed going left as she moved. She shifted her head and spotted the person she was against running as well against her keeping her in sight so not to lose track of her.
The person had her hair in buns and was wearing a white long sleeved shirt and brown pants she had scrolls on her person that she would use to summon a multiple arsenal of weapons that she could use.
“You’re not escaping.” TenTen s
Through the PainFocus on the breath
Draw in the life of the world
Make it part of me
Inhale and exhale
Till the trembling abides
And the fear can pass
The fear is a lie
Born of a poorly made mind
And I will not bow
I am more than the fault lines in my soul
I am more than the weaknesses of my flesh
I am more than I yet know...
my grand piano the winds are howling
but I'll stay here
and play my grand piano;
the frost gathers on the panes
and the cold edges into my marrow
but I will stay here and continue
to play my grand piano -
and when the sheet music is done
and the snow has drifted against my door
Regret is not knowingRegret is not knowing
your deepest fear; my fear
is not realizing it
until it was too late
that is my biggest regret
Powerleveling Your Waistline
“I don't understand why it takes so long to cast a fireball.”
“Because it does a lot of damage, Niah. If it was instant, it would break the game.”
“But it doesn't take that long in real life. It IS powerful. Otherwise, why would I use a fireball?”
“It's game balance. Niah, just... just deal with it, ok?”
“I'm not playing a mage. This is ridiculous and insulting.”
“We are NOT starting over again.”
“Yes we ARE. I'll try out Paladin this time.”
“... Fine. Do you want to build for damage, support, or tanking?”
“I want to hit things with a hammer and make them pop.”
“Damage it is then. Just... give me a second. I need to go take some asprin.”
Slipping off her headset (taking care not to get it tangled in her long silvery hair or fluffy ears), Niah pushed at her desk, propelling her backwards on her rolling chair. If she had to wait, she
7 Steps for Creating Your Story's Narrator
7 Steps for Creating Your Story's Narrator
Anybody Can Write a Novel 2.0
Chapter 5 “Characters” – Section 5 “Narrators”
“Now if there's one thing you can be sure of, it's that nothing is more powerful than a young boy's wish. Except an Apache helicopter. An Apache helicopter has machine guns AND missiles. It is an unbelievably impressive complement of weaponry, an absolute death machine.”
-The Narrator of the 2012 film, “Ted”
When writing a novel, a short story, or even a poem, readers
Just A GirlShe just a broken girl that
pours her secrets into the night
in the form of melodies and
the fire that burns so bright.
She's just a naive girl that
writes random heartbreaking art and
tries to keep her heart from
She's just a girl that
tries so hard to survive in the world
filled with two-faced people and
endless inner wars that keep on burning..
i am too much and yet not enough.i.)
she tells me i have
the heart of a mouse,
put your ear against
my ribs and hear the
crying to escape. today,
my wings are slashed. this
is nothing unusual, this
is nothing different except
it's a Tuesday and i
promised to cry only
Mondays and Thursdays.
(its a good thing we both know
i only keep half my promises)
we do not speak about it. but,
neither do we pretend it's
not there - something to
be ignored and overlooked. she
acknowledges, salutes and
moves on; she's a soldier
that refuses to fight and
i think i am glad of this.
(learning to be peaceful after a
lifetime of war is slow going,
but we're getting there.)
sorry is a forbidden
word in this house. sometimes
i forget this and
apologise for taking up
the air. sometimes she
forgets this and apologises
for taking up the space. on
these days, we sip black
tea whilst i thread my
fingers through her hair and
read. it never matters what,
she just likes to hear my
voice and words take u
A Home to Call His OwnThe night was late, and the storm was strong. Rain poured down fast and hard onto the mostly-empty streets, thunder booming and lightning flashing in the distance. Thanks to the clouds above, it was mostly dark, save for a few streetlamps here and there, and the headlights of the handful of cars on the road. It was weather that no one should be out in, if they could help it.
For one child, he had no other choice. He was a brown-haired 4-year-old wrapped in a dark coat, which he had found in an alley. It was his sole protection against the cold winds and heavy rain, and it was hardly sufficient. He ran as he tightly clung to his teddy bear, the one true possession he had, like it was his brother. It was just another day for him, besides the unsuitable weather; find shelter for the night, and stay warm as he fell asleep. Even if it took him all night, he would find it. In his heart, he knew he could.
The boy jolted has he heard a woman’s voice, and fel
Disappearing Piece By PieceClosed doors.
Memories in scars.
Tears that fall unheeded,
and wishes from afar.
Disappear, oh Disappear.
Voices in my head,
I cannot entertain you.
I cannot end up dead.
You know that I won't stay forever,
so you up the Pain.
I still don't understand you,
though I know what you seek to gain.
You cannot have my body,
it's under my control...
and though you whittle away the pieces,
and I'm no longer whole...
I'm stronger than you think me,
stronger than I know.
Damn you Shadows!
I do not want to go!
I want to stay,
I want to see!
Please, oh please...
.:Character Creation Guide:.Creating Your Character
o Overall Character
Writing Your Character
Fan Characters And Fandoms
Focus on personality and interests when making your character and those are the categories that should have the most information because they describe who this person is at a specific point in time, or how they develop over time.
Try to avoid listing standard things about your character that are super predictable or could describe just about anyone. Add details that show character depth and set them apart from the other characters out there. Certain ones you may want to make more memorable than others.
Don’t throw too many diverse things into your character. If your character is all over the place, they will easily lose their identity to the reader. Try to focus on a few main interests or skills for your character to highlight.
Your character sh
RecipeYou said you like your girls
a little psychotic
with a dash of instability,
so I showed you my recipe
with shaky, bloody hands.
Clothes were discarded
and you broke my rib cage open
and shoved a needle full of cyanide
i n m y l u n g s.
(Your insanity was my life support
and I lived off of your insidious words.)
And just as I made friends
with the Grim Reaper,
you abandoned me
and said I was too fucked up for you.
How ironic is it
that my creator
was terrified of me?
He said he liked his girls
a little morbid
with a dash of insanity
so I cut my chest open
and showed him my p o i s o n - f i l l e d l u n g s.
He grabbed my barely-beating heart,
caressed my sunken cheeks
and said, "This is all I care about."
or, enter your birth date.
UnseasonalBoss says he’ll shake me if I fuck it up
one more time. Summer storm leans
against the walls of the shed.
Dust on the conveyor belt. He’s old
and he’s male and he’s mad.
But the payslips come in.
Out in the field we escape his spiny
touch and the wet closes around us like
muslin. You smile through the
raspberry vines and the rain, your eyes
are white light in the gentle grey.
I’ll stay for you,
the raspberry vines
in the rain.
The earth swallows me whole, says:
I know he doesn’t talk to you well, baby,
I know. But look at the girl
across from you, look at her hair,
it’s made of the moon.
The kookaburras are laughing. You
can laugh too.
In name and on paper
that man owns this land. And I
pick the fruit that is his
and I know it’s not all true.
Nothing could own this, these leaves,
these crying birds.
These two girls, our four hands,
damp and shining as grubs,
as eucalypti in the storm.
ReassembleThe bricks had been removed languidly,
One by one by one by one,
So sluggish was this removal of the bricks,
That to the naked eye it appeared that none were being removed at all.
Foolishly had my eyes been turned from the wall,
And thus thought naught for the bricks, that I had so painstakingly cemented to form the wall, disappearing.
Surely it was the weather that knocked one down, or perhaps the stone had eroded away over time.
After all, the wall has been standing for quite some time now, it would be quite logical that the elements of the passage of time would take their toll.
Not once did it cross my mind that someone was stealing the bricks from the wall.
Not once did I believe that the conniving crook was in fact someone that had their own wall nearby.
No, that thief would walk over and say to me, with my eyes curiously turned to their own wall to marvel at;
"Why, this is the best your wall has looked! I am so proud of you!"
I would smile and thank them profusely, that oh so sne
FantasyHow many fantasies
Does it take to kiss you?
How long do I need to wait
For you to come close to me?
When will the dreams stop
For it to become reality?
All I need to do
Is to tell you
How I feel
And for you to tell me how you feel
The fantasies and dreams won't stop
Until you and I become real
Nicole: Oh, what's taking her so long? It's starting to get dark out here...
Alice: There's my little pussy! Miss me?
Nicole: Eeep! A-Alice!
Alice: Heehee, and there's the bubble butt that sat down on my phone and broke it! I certainly missed you!
Nicole: I-I do not have a bubble butt! And I already said I was sorry!
Alice: Heehee, whatever you say, Nini! Check it out! This new model is pretty sleek!
Nicole: It looks like a normal smartphone to me...
Alice: Yeah, but the guy who sold it to me said that it's capable of some really cool stuff!
Nicole: Like what?
Alice: Hmmm, I don't think he mentioned that. I bet it has some cool apps on it though!
Nicole: You didn't find out and you bought it anyway?
Alice: Come on, let's take a picture together?
Nicole: Can't we go home first?
Alice: Say cheese Nini!
Selfishness Come With a PriceYou came to me
and said you were thirsty
so I let you drink
from my river.
You came to me
and said you were hungry
so I gave you some cattle
from my farm.
This pattern continued
until I had nothing left.
I started letting you
drink my blood
and eat my flesh
because those were the only two things
you hadn't taken from me.
What are you going to do
when I'm just dust and bone?
Cold fires burn in nocturne,
Above voids of white,
Fusion of fire, with vigor churn
Tear drops milk horizon's light
Flaxen on sheet of black,
Obscure saturn's stealth
For no distance, crack,
The luminescent serene
Celestial orb stand on high
Burning like a frozen sun
Caught between amber flies
Submerged by glitter; overrun
Naught could falter the war
Between hot and cold
Light's pull slackened and poor
Enough for shadow to take hold
or, enter your birth date.
The Girl Who Ate The CarnivalThrough the packed carnival grounds walked a young boy named Mac. At twelve years old, he was at that age where kids started pushing away silly things like days at the carnival or action figures, asserting that they were too old for them. Whether they felt that way or not. Regardless this young lad had what he felt was a very good reason to be there, and her name was Christine.
For some years, she had worked as his babysitter, and over that time he had grown to adore her. Adore everything about her, from her shoulder length red hair, to her fun loving attitude, and even her portly waist line. In fact, especially her waistline.
Christine, or Christy to her friends, was not a skinny girl, and the way she ate it was hardly any mystery why. Mac just loved her all the more for it, though he was far too shy to actually tell her so. Thankfully, the two had always gotten on well, unrequited love aside, and the end of him needing a babysitter wasn’t the end of them hanging out together.
A Long Night AheadA Long Night Ahead
“Yes, Master. I obey.”
The words emerged from the young woman’s mouth in a monotone drawl. She stood unmoving inside the open front door of her home, addressing a man on the other side of the threshold. The chill winter air that entered the house reddened her cheeks and stiffened her nipples beneath her tank top. But she gave no sign of discomfort, despite being in cut-off shorts and bare feet.
Having received the expected acknowledgment from the woman, the man nodded and turned away. As he walked down the driveway, the woman continued to stand there. Her eyes, though open, drooped as if from drowsiness. The cold began coloring her fingers and toes the way it had her cheeks.
When the man finally reached the sidewalk and turned onto it, the woman closed her eyes. She opened them a few seconds later, with a now sharp gaze replacing the former sleepiness within them. She drew in a breath and shuddered. Quickly closing the door, she hug
The Guard Sister's Breakfast DutyClarissa Oblige let out a long yawn as her long red hair laid about messily on the hotel bed she slept in while clad in a purple nightgown. Moving her limbs she quickly rub against something, which was none other than her slightly older sister Chrissy Oblige who was clad in a blue nightgown and sleeping all huddled up next to her sister which irritated Clarissa.
"Sister, sister wake up!" she said nudging her as Chrissy's eyes twitched and soon fluttered open.
"Hrnnn, what time is it?" she asked with a yawn.
"Time to get up, but why are you in my bed?"
"Hrnnn, I think I just crawled into the first bed I saw," she noted with another long yawn.
"You stayed up late playing video games again didn't you?" Clarissa scolded.
"I was playing Witch 3, what do you expect?" Chrissy said in defense as Clarissa could only sigh and forced her sister to get up and get dressed. They clad themselves in their knight outfits which consisted of a purple and gold line armor with a black under shirt with a re
Think About YouIs it wrong that I think about you
Since the moment you came in
I could not stop thinking about you.
I wonder if god placed you a special
place in my heart.
I don't know if its friendship, love,
or something in between.
Your beauty is like a flower
specially made in heaven.
Your personality is very sweet.
like honey that can soften the hearts
Either way I am happy to have met you.
Sinister MindsYou can't command love
with greed, seduction
and low manipulations.
It doesn't work that way.
You can't force it, if
it's meant to be it will
This is a black and white
sinister intentions and
romantic minds that mostly
crave what they can see,
not what they can feel.
Metal plates glow
To the voices
From beyond the grave,
past the souless
Captured by the FaeThere’s fairies in a hidden glen,
who steal the dreams of mortal men;
cast them under midnight’s eaves,
cover them with moss and leaves;
chant a spell from ancient time,
binding them with ancient rhyme.
Whilst nearby in the emerald green
of fairy ring, triumphant Queen
rejoices with her minions much
with dance, and lingering song to touch
all hearts within her tangled realm
where both the good and evil dwell.
She clearly hears dreams’ captive cries
yet has no leaning to be wise
for wisdom is a mortal thing
resides not in the fairy ring.
Treasures grow with fungi strewn
gathering in the light of moon.
Stored are dreams hapless and caught
struggling; wanting; overwrought;
leaking into hills of yonder
aspirations, hopes and wonder.
And men do feel their loss and yearn
to reunite – will dreams return?
Enchanted trees within a wood
would help the mortals if they could,
the oak, the elm, the silver birch
would 'up their roots' to make a search
for men without their dr
wands up your face had many names,
each one a ring in the tree of your life;
a paragon in the arts, a kind voice in the wind
you were the lighthouse in the fog,
the booming presence from above,
the firework display in Germany,
and the wizard who struck Muggle gold
in the hearts of millions;
the laughter in your halls will cease
to be mo
Birth Note, Part 1You will bear one life for each one you have taken.
Light turned the note over, but there was nothing on the back. He examined the envelope but it was completely blank. The message had been hand-delivered to his mailbox.
It was probably just the police department trying to get to him. Rolling his eyes, Light collected the rest of his mail from the mailbox then walked into his apartment building. He dropped the note into a trashcan in the lobby before heading upstairs.
Life proceeded as normal, and Light was pleased that it seemed the authorities had given up on trying to find cause to arrest him. He did try to be a little more careful. He wrote only three or so names a day on the death note. It was enough to calm his urges.
But within a few weeks, Light fell ill. He started throwing up several times most days – especially in the mornings. And despite it, he started to put on weight. For the most part, Light ignored it. He proceeded with life as usual, unconcerned about suc