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I'm sorryWhen you tore my heart outI'm sorry by unusedEmotion
And threw it to the ground
That laughed at me
I reached out
To touch you
And you shattered
I know why too
It's because you were
And you thought that
If you accepted
Then everything would crash
But as it turns out
You were wrong
Because when I reached out
And you rejected me
All on your own
I pick up
Now I'll have to
Buy a new mirror
PoetryI don't own a book of poetryPoetry by starell
Although I write it all the time
I tend to think one crazy artist
Is quite enough in my mind
The BorderHave you found the edge of the world yet?The Border by starell
They say it's just a myth,
But I go there all the time
To sit and think, and stare into space,
And wonder at my relevance.
Have you found the edge of the world yet?
It's really not far off.
Go left on Main and down towards Broadway;
I'm sure you'll spot it right away.
Don't worry 'cause I'll wait for you.
Have you found the edge of the world yet?
It's where you and I collide.
And I know you haven't been there yet,
But I'll be waiting for you
Like you're waiting for me.
Whoever You AreDear Stranger,Whoever You Are by eloquensartifex
You are loved.
I know that at times it can be hard to understand or accept that fact, but it is true. That laugh you feel is too loud is all that gets someone through the day. That extensive rock collection you have spent years developing and labeling will make someone squeal with delight. I'm not even just talking about romantic love. I'm talking about not being invisible. I'm talking about being worth a damn even though you are only one of billions. The overwhelming numbers that crush you under the weight of your seeming insignificance distract you from complex and sometimes entirely missed interactions and connections in your life. If you feel you are alone, if you feel like you have done nothing with your life, I assure you that you're wrong. You have touched someone, somewhere. You have influenced countless lives. When you apologized to a stranger on the street when you bumped into him, you reminded him that there is still such a thing as courtesy in this world. Yo
Creator ConsumerThere seems to beCreator Consumer by starell
the artist and the buyer
paint splattered jeans
the high fashion
that they somehow
This is how
though the desire
ChaptersOfLife: CHAPTER TWOCHAPTER TWO:ChaptersOfLife: CHAPTER TWO by MamaGizzy
THE FINE LINE BETWEEN VACATION
Inside my skull throbbed an unbearable pulsing that made me feel I was going to have a massive aneurism at any moment. With my legs curled into my chest and my favorite blanket cuddled around me, I weakly opened a water bottle Darryl had bought for me. I actually really hate water, but the gesture was nice. I didn't complain only because I never see him doing nice things for people which made me feel somewhat special; until I had the thought that he's only trying to make me better so he could get rid of me faster because he probably thinks I'm an easy, alcohol-loving girl. Why do I always think so horribly of myself?
Brushing it off, I raise up my head slightly to see him standing right under my window looking at me. I don't know why, but his eyes seemed to be saying I'll be seeing you soon and the smile he flashed confirmed it. Unless if I was imagining things, like
Peace RiverA rough-hewn canoe slips through the tannin headwatersPeace River by Blacksand459
Past groves of tamarack and birch; jumbles of mossy boulders
Also sit along the banks, their angular planes chiseled...
Formed perhaps as God pondered the drift of blue stars across
A black void.
The void drew His eye as the whirlpool draws the soul across the river
To dare its jealousy, following the errant maple leaves
Spinning down, gently in the current:
Sighing as it revolves:
The leaf is watching the sky turn
Field to sky to birch to sky to rock to dark folds enclosing
As the velvet current closes the curtain for good.
College Yes, it's 2AMCollege by AMisfitsDayDream
And yes, my head is bad again
And of course, I'm thinking in blacks and blues
About why I'm here, missing you
Why did you have to go away
And leave me alone and not okay
With all the booze and fear
I wonder if I am even here, oh dear
I scream in silent gestures;
too afraid to move, too afraid to walk
Without you, my laughter has gone
Without you, my intelligence isn't recognized
Without you, my days are dull and worthless
So, yes, it is 2AM
and I am still awake again
And of course I'm thinking of a different night
One where I wasn't too weak to fight
And I wonder if I'll ever really connect with another being again.
Night CallingsI crawl and creepNight Callings by AmyNChan
As you all sleep
To answer the call
I must have heard
Out of the door
You see me no more
So I’ll answer the call
I must have heard
The air is chill
I feel a thrill
To answer the call
I must have heard
The moon is bright
In the dead of night
To answer the call
I must have heard
Sleep, you children
I’ll be no more
To answer this thrill
In the dead of night
To answer the midnight call
That I’m sure I heard
Interlude...I.Interlude... by Blacksand459
a walk into the sky
among the shards of stained glass
that blew apart in the cyclone
we step across them
like exotic gemstones growing in a root cellar
that when they've reached fruition, produce light
black iron fleur-de-lis atop the gate
I enter in and meander to the seashore
gulls swoop and dive and raucously shout
their playground is restricted even to Fifth and Rodeo denizens
for it is an ocean breeze that they frolic in
with a rhythm beyond Rolex or Breitling
harvest dusk in a four-corner town
red copper light pours out like wine
coating every edifice of 19th century brick
and the men will chase it with a Pabst or Strohs
rinsing their hands in the dregs of the day
stretching away to the edge of the world
here on 47th St., that's a mighty long way
past bridges that bore the Irish, Czechs, Poles, and Scots
past the street corner thrones held by boys
with lungs of truth and lampblacked shoes
past the barre
In a slumpI cannot drawIn a slump by AmyNChan
I cannot write
Although I try
With all my might
I cannot sing
I can't compute
With this lowly mood
I cannot lose
You all wait
For me to say
"I'll create again!
Oh happy day!"
It is not this day,
I tell you all
But perhaps tomorrow
It will be my call
I hold out hope
And thank you, my friends
For giving me a light
In a night that soon might end
UnlovableHey, you! Girl with the blue hair! a boy called out, snapping Cynthia from her discussion with her best friend. Melissa didnt seem to mind too much, but did keep a wary eye on the newcomer. Some boy from their class was jogging up to the pair, calling for Cynthia by description.Unlovable by AmyNChan
Yes? Cynthia asked, surprised when she didnt stutter. Most boys made her extremely nervous, and this one was no exception. She didnt know him, he was strange, but he was calling her out. Whatever the reason, she hoped it wasnt for what she thought it was for.
My friend likes you, the kid blurted when he made it in front of the two girls. Cynthia blinked for a few seconds, then turned to her best friend. She didnt know how to deal with this kind of thing. Melissa always brushed it off as if it was no big deal, but it was a very big deal. She didnt know who this guys
How to Say...There were only a few things that caught his particular interest. One of them was looking at himself in a mirror. The other was painting. His favorite thing to paint? Himself. He would spend hours and hours on a picture for nobody, nitpicking the details and conveying an image for nobody but himself to see.How to Say... by AmyNChan
In one picture, he was a rapper. He led entire rooms into crazed dancing that simply loved his beats. The crowd loved him almost as much as he loved himself.
In another, he was taking a stroll down a lane in a beautiful autumn scene. Each leaf was intricately painted, making a majestic cyclone around the young man, hands in his pocket, enjoying nature’s praise.
Many paintings he had like this, and each of himself doing something differently. Swimming, hiking, climbing, reading, it did not matter. He was always the focus of the painting.
Now we move, to somewhere else. A girl—the only one to ever see the b
SunsetThe normally azure sky tinted red at the beauty of its crimson sun. Its beauty was to be short-lived, for the crimson sun was setting on the equally crimson and barren land. Scattered everywhere, they were. The brutality was sickening, so much that you would want to turn away. Yet, the beauty held your gaze.Sunset by AmyNChan
It's time to move, my mind pulled me to the present. I lingered a little longer, imprinting the image in my mind before the voice of my better reasoning would again beckon me. Now/
Resentfully, I swiftly and silently ran across the crimson path laid before me. I leaped and pranced over the lumps that decorated the ground, and the glistening silver decorating them.
The sun was almost set. Shit, it's almost too late. I know, I know. I can't wait much more, the meat will attract
The sickening hiss I anticipated arrived. The sound was all-t
What Must Become of Dreamers?WHAT MUST BECOME OF DREAMERS?What Must Become of Dreamers? by Koahara
“Once, when I was young, and no more than a few years old, and at the mercy of society and being 'too young to understand,' I wished to grow old. I did not know the meaning of that wish; I did not know the meaning of that dream. Wishes, when made, tend to evolve into something larger than themselves – dreams.
Dreams often are portrayed to be pleasant, and associated with some form of goodness. But what happens when that dream is realized? After all, nothing guarantees that the nature of the dream will turn out exactly as one wished.
My dream was to grow old. I wished this at a young age. And, as time progressed, this wish turned into a dream, and, in turn, it became a dream I wanted to see reflected in reality. My dream of growing old, then, could be described as an idealistic dream, and something of a childish fantasy, for the consequences were without their darker halves. I fancie
Adobe Slabs: Segment 6Adobe Slabs: Segment 6 by MPhlox
Okay so the place wasn't exactly the cleanest it had ever been.
It might've had the faint residual smell of diapers. And there were still some of Mags' things scattered here and there.
But hey! Their toilet was the most sparkling shining perfection this side of the city. M even debated setting up some scented candles.
Surely Ms. Reyna, Billy's mom, would understand though. About the state of the apartment, not the lack of scented candles. Although those still seemed like a pretty good idea. "We have time, don't we?"
“For what?” Billy was in the midst of wiping off Mags’ face after her breakfast as M shuffled through the cleaners below the kitchen sink.
He didn’t know what half of them were for; Ema bought him a separate cleaner for each and every surface in the apartment. He finally came across a multi-purpose cleaner that he had bought back when he moved in to the place last year and set it on top of the counter. “To t
Clovenhoof Manor Thunder and lightning racked the night sky as Ethan Dandridge rushed for the safety of the small, overhanging porch. Rain pelted the tiled roof mercilessly as grimacing gargoyles seemed to mock him with silent laughter, their piercing eyes illuminated by the vivid flashes of lightning. The storm had been predicted earlier that day; yet the sudden force with which it sprung to life caught many off guard. Dandridge was not the last to make it to the sprawling manner, to his relief. As he huddled to stay beneath the meager protection of the covered porch, he saw two figures come darting out of the misty shadows as the curtains of rain swallowed the night. A tall, thin man with an equally thin mustache held his lady friend close as they too ducked under the tiled roof. They all huddled against the wall like pigeons in a coop.Clovenhoof Manor by RDizzy
"I say, lovely evening, don't you think", the tall gentleman quipped. The woman let out what may have been a sigh of relief or a gasp agai
The Motley Knight: A Fool's Errand (Part 1) Rain pounded the roof of The Bawdy Wench, keeping rhythm for the bard as he spun a golden song for his fellow patrons. The storm rattling outside was outperformed by the soulful satyr’s ballad of a far-off home that would never be glimpsed again. Even the most intimidating of the bar’s patrons shed a small tear as Tyro finished his song with a heavy sigh. As the satyr looked around, he saw the entire establishment staring with glistening doe eyes.The Motley Knight: A Fool's Errand (Part 1) by RDizzy
It was more than he had anticipated. Nervously, he cracked a smile and winked.
“It’s only a song,” he grinned. “I’ve never even been there!”
Then came a cacophony of booing, in perfect timing with a roll of thunder that swept over the tavern as the rain intensified. A few tossed the remnants of their dinner at the singer as he hopped to his hooves. Bounding out of their midst,
The Motley Knight: A Fool's Errand (Part 2) The usual calm of the old hermit’s cottage did little to diffuse the tension as Merryn Godrick prepared to present himself to the court. He had done so a hundred times before; but today was special. All of the nobles would be there – and her. She would be there. For his daring rescue of Lady Elaine, Merryn was now summoned before the entire court, and who knows who else.The Motley Knight: A Fool's Errand (Part 2) by RDizzy
“I think you’re as quiet as you’ve ever been, boy”, Old Hallahan beamed. The fool ignored the old master’s ribbing. He was franticly straightening himself up, patting his unruly black hair into place with water the hermit had set out to boil for their morning tea. Pyle the street ear was not so silent, and only added to the tension with his own sense of urgency.
“I bet they’ll pay you a chest of gold,” he spattered, wiggling his fingers as if imaginary gold was sifting through them (and imagining
Diviners of Runawynd Act IDiviners of Runawynd Act I by Runawynd
"But that's just immoral!" Denying all professionalism, Garrick harshly snapped at the supreme god, Keiran, who calmly sat in his cozy, luxurious office seat. "I can't believe you want me to carry out a mission like that!"
With the mildest of expressions, Keiran merely blinked up at the enraged one and countered, unexpectedly cold, "Since when do morals matter here? At this place where we observe and judge humanity? We focus on facts, not feelings. You know that." He added, patronizing.
"Tch, I don't need you reminding me. And I know what I need to do, but there's no way I'm-" Garrick welcomed the coming verbal battle; thus, when his superior rose from his seat, he could feel his own temper rising as well.
Keiran then approached him face-to-face, smirking all the while he spoke. "Look, I love the way you think " A graceful hand took to Garrick's pounding neck, reached to his face, where it departed with a tender caress. "But talking back to your superior isn't a good idea when the
The Xavier: Chapter 3At the moment of En'fili's peak, the room blazed with the sound of alarm bells. As a shocked En'fili leapt off the bed, her skin shone a deep penetrating, unhealthy yellow; a yellow glow of terror at the bewildering sound. Nikoli just lay stiff, still in shock at the noise and the startlement of En'fili. Their world of intimate unadulterated bliss came to fall as reality massacred it midway. A booming voice came over the speaker system-The Xavier: Chapter 3 by ShadowsOfAVorlon
"Report to alert stations. This is NOT a drill!"
The message in Commander Neroon's parade voice continued thrice more, then harshly stopped. With no time at all to spare Cromwell and Feliss hurriedly dressed themselves and ran towards the bridge Sola-lift, sorting each other's uniform on the way. As the two corrected their hair and made final adjustments to each other's kit, they began to think the worst- a declaration of war by the Vorath.
"But w-what if..."
Nikoli interrupted- "What if... nothing! We're on an Obsidion Class Luna Destroyer. We're on th
A Renaissance Dinner Party Guests:A Renaissance Dinner Party by social-shut-in
Queen Elizabeth the First
Lorenzo de’ Medici
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci
Menu (More Snacks Than Actual Meal):
First Course: Manchet Bread with Butter
Second Course: Double Ale, Roasted Capon, and Game Pie
Third Course: Sweetmeats, Pastries with Marmalade, and Mead
da Vinci, Michelangelo, Shakespeare, Medici, Her Majesty
(Right after Her Majesty arrives and all are seated)
Shakespeare: I do believe all of us have arrived. Now, what shall we all talk about on this nice day?
Medici: I would like to ask Her Majesty how Her land of England is doing.
Elizabeth: It’s doing as well as your city of Florence, maybe even better. Our Royal Navy has expanded and has brought back many stories of the New World.
Medici: I do believe Your Majesty, is gloating.
Elizabeth: I feel no need to gloat. C
The Apology: Full ScriptThe ApologyThe Apology: Full Script by ZachValkyrie
Page 1: Six panels arranged in three rows of equal height. The top row is composed of one full-width panel. The middle row contains two panels of equal width. The bottom row contains three panels of equal width.
Top Panel: A long wide view of a large tan-grey concrete building in a vast field. The building is surrounded by a tall razorwire fence. Several guard towers are visible along the fence. The midday sky above the building is blue and cloudless. Behind the building, the fields stretch for miles without a single structure to be seen until the rolling hills swallow the landscape.
Middle Left Panel: Upward view of an unmarked black military helicopter with the midday sun peeking out from behind the rotor column.
Middle Right Panel: A view of the roof of the concrete building. The roof is made of the same tan-grey concrete as the building. On the right side of the panel, there stands a doorway leading to a stairwe
StagelightsStagelights by MirkwoodElf
INT. STAGE - NIGHT
CHRISTINE and LUCY work on the lighting panel on the stage floor. They are alone. There are only a few lights on above the stage - the audience space is dark.
A phone rings from an office backstage. Lucy and Christine look up, to the right; Lucy rolls her eyes and sighs.
Ill get it. Try switching the cables again. . .
She stands and walks off, through the right wing, leaving Christine alone. Christine kneels down and fiddles with the cables.
A noise, like the WHOOSH of a cape, sounds from somewhere out in the dark of the audience space. Christine looks up, staring out into the dark. She quickly stands up and grabs a screwdriver from the floor.
There is the sound of more movement, closer to her, then silence.
Slowly, she turns her head to her left, and, just outside the left wing, the PHANTOM st
Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty SevenThe signals of Olin’s threatening entrance into the Disney Worlds continues to spread throughout the world like there is no stopping to it. It’s reached up to San Frantokyo, to Arendelle, to China, to New Orleans, to the Pride Lands, to all the lands Disney has made and the many of those who’s seen the signals are mortified to the extreme! No doubt there was any panic rushing up the nerves throughout the Disney bodies of everyone who lived there. For all they knew, Olin could be anywhere and that’s what made things even more frightful. It was almost enough to make them forget about the coronation for Princess Rachel the next day. The ashes from those signals proceeded through the skies nearly covering up the sun. They were on their way towards the Disney World Castle where many consider that place the headquarters of their world.Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty Seven by WishExpedition23
From the inside, Walt Disney could see the ashes devouring the atmosphere of his kingdom. He is a king who will later fight in battle
Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty SixAbout an hour went by since Terrance left the castle on Mavis. He checked everywhere he could go and asked anyone if they’ve seen Retlaw (Walt Disney). All the answers the boy got resulted that no one knew where he is and that he was nowhere to be found. Terrance was feeling very jittery about the news that Olin may be coming. But then he came to think that should he really believe what a golden crown is saying even though it was telling the truth? Should he really listen to it? Heck yeah he should; Olin is coming! And even if Terrance was going to ignore the crown or sun spirit or whatever it was, he wasn’t going to take the chance of not warning Walt or someone closer to him of this suspense.Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty Six by WishExpedition23
The next place he looked was in a native land; a home of the Native American tribe, the people of Powhatan. Trees of sycamores and willows stood tall and proud as Terrance rides by. Little animals were scurrying ‘round about in the grass and the bushes and undernea
Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty FiveIt seemed to be almost lunchtime for Mickey Mouse to take a break at Disneyland. His lunch: cheese, ham, ham, ham, tomato, cheese, ham, tomato, and cheese sandwich with a side of celery. He could already taste it just walking about to Toon Town. However, a good distraction he’d get from starving would be the smiles from his guests in the park. He’d walk up and give hugs to many of the families he’d come across. The only concern is that no matter where Mickey Mouse was going, his fans would ask themselves, “Isn’t there supposed to be a Cast Member with him at all times?” and “This Mickey looks awful short for even a Cast Member to wear the costume.” Mickey took heed of those remarks, but he decided to ignore them and press on. But what he didn’t know was that there was somebody following him. Not one, but two people!Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty Five by WishExpedition23
Olin was right behind the mouse, hiding behind the crowd acting like he was having fun. Technically, he
Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty FourThe throne room, by the time Terrance had arrived, had already been brimming with decorations from top to bottom. Banners and tapestries were hung up on the balconies, a red carpet was laid from the main door to the two thrones that stood at one end, benches and chairs were neatly sorted in four blocks of lines (two of them were angled towards the thrones while the other two were placed to look straight ahead), streamers were wrapped around the pillars, and small boxes filled with thousands of pieces of confetti were dangling on the ceiling, ready to drop and flutter down once Rachel receives the crown.Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty Four by WishExpedition23
“I guess everything’s already altogether in here.” Terrance thought aloud, “I should check in the ballroom.”
The ballroom was in the room left from the throne room. Yen Sid had mentioned earlier that Mike Wazowski, José Carioca, Goofy, and Baloo were handling the party planning for the coronation there. So Terrance trotted over there anticipating that
Human Fantasiesi fantasize about fame. success. dreams. love.Human Fantasies by Starija
i'm sure you do, too. all of them, right? mostly fame and success though, i bet. outwardly, to people you talk to, you claim to dream of dreams and love. you claim to long for that wish fulfillment of yours, and the one for you. your soul mate. your other half.
but deep, deep inside you, your mind, your heart...you always fantasize about that one selfish, self-centered, single achievement of becoming famous, popular, successful. whenifyou get your dream job, you'll climb up the ladders of ranks and status. you'll be that famedwhat?CEO, author, director, actor, celebrity everybody talks about. you'll be that, them, and more.
there's nothing wrong with that. it makes you human. i want to be the author everybody spreads the word about. i want to be that editor everybody goes to for help. i want to be that one person my soul mate seeks love from.
that makes me selfish? self-centered? guess what huma
My Scarred BackMy back is scarred, it hurts to show it to people.My Scarred Back by AmyNChan
But what shall protect me if not my back?
Can I simply expose myself, my tender front and wear my emotion on my sleeve as though it were nothing?
No, these humans are cruel, and I could not stand the sight of their harsh cruelty.
Could not live through their brutality.
I cannot face them head on.
But my back can take little more of this beating.
This unending thrashing.
I know by now it is scarred--even without looking--and humans and demons alike have done this to me.
I cannot trust them.
Stay away from my scarred back, with wounds ripped apart and blood that dribbles down.
Keep your distance, foolish fiends.
I do not trust you, after all, how can I?
Whose people and those alike you have caused this scarred tissue upon my defenses.
I will not trust you, I do not trust you, I cannot trust you.
And yet... I long to trust one person, just long enough to heal my wounds and show me the kindness I desperately seek in this terribl
Someone ElseWhat's the point of talking if no one will listen?Someone Else by AmyNChan
Of walking if there's no where to go?
Of singing to an empty room?
Of dancing alone?
Of writing what no one will read?
Of having feelings no one will care about?
You have the hope, that one day, one person might
Listen to you
Walk with you
Hear your soul
Dance with you
Read what is important to you
Care about the feelings you do have
And one day I hope
To do the same
For someone else
Exit SignThe walls are whitewashed. Of course the are, they're what everyone sees. People look at the walls and they sometimes say "I wish I were a wall. Then no one would have to look at me, and I could look at all of them."Exit Sign by AmyNChan
That's rubbish, that is. Everyone looks at the walls. For their color, for their strength, for their protection, and for their privacy. These walls, here, tell you you can only go right or left. They are whitewashed school colored walls, housing students.
You would never guess that such pristine walls have gone through so much. Holding up the ceiling during the huge earthquake a few years back, enduring gunshots from last summer, weathering that huge fire from last week. No one would guess that the walls have gone through so much.
But me? You could take one look at me and know exactly where I've been. I'm a rusted color, also dusted with smokey residue. My metal is bent and crooked, and one can notice-
Drowning Sirens: Chapter OneDrowning Sirens: Chapter One by OfOneSoul
Chapter One: Voyeurism
"How many kids do you have?"
A voice crowed from across a large maroon fence separating all the neighborhood's front yards. Deanna Finnegan accidentally dropped the large box marked "breakable" and cringed at the sound of shattering dinner plates. She clenched her fists nervously and caught the eyes of her disapproving stepmother in her peripheral vision.
"Just pick it up, Deanna." The immediate Mrs. Finnegan ordered, raising her tone at the end of the sentence to intensify her disdain. Deanna scowled and watched curiously as her father crept towards the large fence until he came face to face, so to speak, with a large, gray eye. He knocked on the wood which caused the voyeur to turn away.
Deanna followed her father to the end of the fence and listened as the new neighbors made their introductions. "Hi, my name's Liam Finnegan, and this is my daughter, Deanna." Deanna nodded politely, grateful to be out of her stepmother's line of vision.
Drowning Sirens: PrologueDrowning Sirens: Prologue by OfOneSoul
Prologue: A picture is worth a thousand words...
Just off the Gulf of Mexico Mrs. Waverly was peeling the skin from a boiled shrimp she had bought at the market that morning. The steam had begun to rise in her quaint kitchen and she had raised all of her windows to thin the air. The smells of the sea rushed into her house, mixing with the hydrangeas and lavender she had planted outside.
She inhaled deeply and strolled into the living room, wiping her hands on a damp rag. Mrs. Waverly stopped just in front of the bay window facing the ocean basin. Off in the distance she could see the docks and a few fishing boats barely returning from their day's work. She pressed her fingertips against the glass and smiled warmly as the small heads of her children bobbed across a hill of murky white sand.
Mrs. Waverly waved to them generously as they held up their toy buckets in triumph. The face of her eight year-old son was smug and confident while her four-year old daughter's was f
Conversations "Do you think I'll ever get good enough," I whisper in the dark.Conversations by LoveLitLanterns
"I don't know. It depends.. How hard are you willing to try, how far are you wiling to go ? To what heights will you climb?"
"...there's just so much to explore.. I don't know if I can ever even find it all."
"It's not finding it all, seeing it all, or knowing it all that counts. It's the thrill of finding it.
It's the hidden feeling you hear in a word. The secret crevice so unexplored by society. Be the one to search it out. Find it's hidden meanings. It's waiting for you, to make it your own. So step up, claim it. It's your right. It's anybody's right willing to try hard enough. Be different; be yourself."
Taking the first step of my journey, I toggled out. Sure I was a little unconfident, but I was going. That's what counts.
Soavist Quote: Internal TimebombAs ourselves, only we have the true power to disable our personal explosives. Sadly only too late do we realise this, so when one (another person) wishes to attempt such a feat- allow them. No, they may not have attained the true means to diffuse you, but neither do you more often than not. Even you alone do all this for temporary measures with shoddy tools- you know not how to utilise; for they are yourself.Soavist Quote: Internal Timebomb by ShadowsOfAVorlon
Someone will too possess these shoddy tools and lack of experience, but just because you cannot does not mean they cannot. It is greatly astonishing to see how observing from differing points of view, frequently gives one an alternate perspective, and so a, perhaps not the, means to do the seemingly unexpectedly impossible.
Sky Sailing Take a dip in the atmosphere.Sky Sailing by LoveLitLanterns
There's a million places we could be, but we're here.
Waltz with the stars.
Don't let reality be your prison bars.
Maybe your up that high.
Maybe the clouds are that low.
These are some things we will never know.
Heart to AvengeRemember when you said you'd always be thereHeart to Avenge by RenegadeRena
It was nothing more than an empty promise
I never dreamed of being forgotten
Thinking it was all for nothin'
Some nights I miss the warmth of your arms
How it made me feel safe from harm
Now you're a blacked-out face from the past
Didn't think that time would be the last
If that's how it's gonna be then
I don't care what you have to say
Don't wanna keep drawing a blank. no
We can't work it out
So shut your damned mouth
I got a silver bullet
And i'm taking aim
Better think twice
Before putting love to shame
I had a heart of gold yours was made of stone
You shouldn't trust an angel with a stolen halo
All that's left are these frayed heartstrings
So easy to lose everything
I'm coming back, coming back with revenge
'Cause I've got a heart, a heart to avenge
A heart to avenge yeah
Better to call it off
Better to play it tough
'Cause I'd rather be alone than listen to your lies
I don't care what you have to say
You're no longer welcome to st
Tangled is Better than Frozen ParodyParody of When will my Life BeginTangled is Better than Frozen Parody by RenegadeRena
Let's compare these two movies by Disney
Two heroines, a princess and an ice queen
Both have heart and a fair amount of whimsy
But I still find Tangled the film that reigns supreme
A coming of age and a runaway
The former is better, I daresay
Rapunzel makes a prettier cosplay
That's why Tangled is better than Frozen
Rapunzel and Elsa have powers they hide
Tangled came first so Frozen sort of ripped it off
All throughout our leads have someone on their side
Flynn is a better love interest than Kristoff
I prefer Tangled for its beloved plot
Sorry Frozen but the fight is fought
Tangled told a story that you did not
It's clear which I have chosen
So I'll keep thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking
Tangled is better than Frozen
Both feature films have an appeal
They both push for the viewer to feel
But there is one thing that sets them apart
FeralHe told of how he'd found her whenFeral by jade-pandora
a comet streaked by overhead.
While later, people asked where she had gone.
Listing distantly, replied,
with heaven drifting from his eyes:
She's with me now, a patch of blue,
trusting where she takes me to
from a world not meant for us.
I'm by her side, and on the run.
We stop and rest when evening comes
to love her 'neath the stars
when day is done; my feral one.
And when the comet comes, she'll leave
that day, and here I'll lay
where I'll love her 'neath the stars
when day is done; my feral one.
Priorities in a StoryI have noticed certain priorities that beginners have when they tell stories, vs. priorities that professional authors seem to have when they tell theirs.Priorities in a Story by MakingFunOfStuff
It's interesting that beginners tend to focus on certain things that more experienced authors seem to grow out of, and it makes me wonder why.
I've decided to make a list about some of these things. Not for the sake of putting them down, so much as because it is interesting to me, and probably worth considering.
I think we need to think about WHY we write certain things, and our attitude behind it. This is what makes certain topics either immature or mature.
However the line is often blurred.
"Mature" means anything sexual, violent or crass (or even just extremely emotional). There is no attention to how these things are handled, leaving us with a great amount of "mature" content that is the exact opposite of mature. Likewise, some very clever and ingenious books are marketed for "children," because they have none of these things, wh
Tips on Avoiding Word ConfusionWord confusion. You’re and your. To, two, and too. Their, they’re, and there. Effect and affect. Its and it’s. Then and than. Who’s and whose. Get the point? Good. Now learn the difference between these words.Tips on Avoiding Word Confusion by TheBloodyEpicPumpkin
You’re and your.
You’re is a contraction, meaning that humans, being lazy like we are, decided to make two words into one. You’re and you are mean the same thing. Your is possessive, meaning it shows ownership. Replace you’re with you are, then read the sentence again. If it doesn’t make sense, you’re probably looking for your. (Hey, look, a proper use of you’re.) If you’re owning something like your ego or your grammar, use your. (Look! My tips double as examples.)
To, two, and too.
Two is a number. Are you talking in terms of numbers? Did she have two slices of cake? Did he pick up two hookers? In other words, you can replace two with 2 (only, not really, because you
What is a Mary-Sue?--Character StudyIf you happen to love writing like I do, you tend to hear this term thrown around every once in a while. Mostly about characters created for fanfiction, but it can also apply to literature that stands on its own. Not everyone knows what it means, so I'll do a little clarification.What is a Mary-Sue?--Character Study by geekgirl8
When most people hear the term, they think of a peppy, annoyingly snarky girl with oddly-colored hair and a contrived name who is impossibly hot, possesses an innumerable amount of magical powers, and really can do no wrong and has no weakness. And in some cases, this trope is correct. In reality however, ANY kind of character can be a Mary-Sue. It depends on how the character is portrayed by the author.
Here are some examples. I'm going to use my character Sawyer Stone from one of my stories as a healthy example of a character, and a character I just made up named Anthy Silverbell for the Mary-Sue. She's already off to a bad start due to her having that name of hers, but let's continue.
I'm going to describe
Monthly Prompts + New Genre Contest*journal updated, points prize for contest has been increased. prompt ends in 6 days! prompt winner will receive a surprise reward*
Prompts and themes will change once every month. Members may submit any amount of prompt responses to the Prompts folder.
You are limited to a minimum of 50 words and a maximum of 1500 words. These may change monthly. Fictional stories, scripts (include setting & description, not just characters' lines), or poems only.
September 5 - October 5:
Prompt & theme ideas will not always be this specific.
Prompt: As a new freshman in college, is it smart to stay together with your boyfriend or girlfriend who has also just entered a separate college from yours? If you encountered conflict in your relationship, how would you deal with it?
Themes: Relationship, romance, college drama, dorm life, secondary education
I will go through all entries on October 6 and make a new prompt journal either on the 6th or 7th with the winner announcement.
100 USD - Draw my OC Contest [OPEN] two new very sexy prize donators added to the list ;D <3
And welcome to our OC Contest!!
Choukun aka Purichie and I, Mirocho aka SutoopU are very thrilled to welcome you to this exciting little challenge!
In the following lines, we will provide to you information on how to enter, what characters, pairings and groups you can draw, prizes and (of course) which rules you have to stick to!
HOW TO ENTER
First of all: please share this journal through a method of your liking, so others see it as well and get the chance to participate!Please link Choukun and me ( Mirocho ) in the description of your submission / link the submission in a comment below this journal, so we can keep track of the participants!!
You can enter with as many entries as you like!Don't be a dickhead! (you know what I mean.)Friends won't have any higher chance of winningCreativity and
For the Love of LitUPDATE: I forgot to add a few lit contests worth mentioning. Look under the blue heart for details.
Just a quick guide for all you lit lovers out there on current goings-on within the lit community.
Firstly, I have stepped down as Co-Founder of Apocalypse-writing . I simply no longer have the time to give the group the attention and focus it deserves. The wonderful AmethystVixen has been kind enough to take over. I hope you all show her the immense love and support that you showed me during my time there.
And now on to some features and such.
The Geek's Guide to Lit GroupsThe Geek's Guide to Lit Groups Links:
Groups with names beginning with A - H
Groups with names beginning with I - S
Groups with names beginning with S - Z
The Geek's Guide to Inactive Groups
OMG it's DONE
What's done?! IT'S DONE. I have spent days and days and days collecting a list of all the lit groups I could find (1901 groups to be exact!), then I went through each one and moved all the groups that had no discernible activity in the past 12 months to the Inactive Groups list (see links above). Then with
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