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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
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.
StrangerThe ebb of eveningStranger by jade-pandora
wrapped in its midnight
was a friend,
even in my crib,
but a night light
near the floor, cast forth
across to the door,
cracked open, hiding
the stranger I never saw,
but heard its
for it's the little ones
who cannot name it,
but their minds fit
between the ribs
where I sat, crouched
looking out, watching
and waiting . . . knowing.
Treasure HuntersLeave land beforeTreasure Hunters by starell
The sun has thought
To make it's way 'round
Their motor whirring lowly
Chopping though dark waters
Until almost too far from the coastline
It's still black,
But threatening dark blue
Deeper than they should
Where it's still dark as pitch
Breathe air in the water
As it bites them with the cold
Currents carrying them
Farther and farther out
Until the water becomes turquoise
Sonnet ISONNET ISonnet I by Koahara
Belov’d summertide soon arrived with us
As we tangled with each other’s heat’d hearts.
With ease, we near singed the likes of our trust,
For we loved too fast and drifted apart.
The air grew more clement and I neglect’d
Your soft melon eyes, your handsome caress.
O! How your love I so freely reject’d
Torments me like winter, I must confess.
Think now, think so sweetly upon our love,
For this gentle thought shall be our final.
Fear not, for each other we’ll be freed of.
Quell this finite flame; let our love idle.
I have been so foolish, my dear lover;
Let us swiftly forget this feigned summer.
VoicesDisjointed doppler from my mind,Voices by jade-pandora
swirling vid clips behind eyes seeking
to connect with fatherless sounds long ago;
are any of them mine, or orphaned dreams.
The haunting cacophony of voices I hear
from all directions, like thunder
calling my name; endless rain
touching my soul as it starts to unfold,
seeing no peace
for as long as it needs to be told:
Put out your cigarette.
Get out of the car!
Please, get off me.
I can't breathe... I can't breathe...
They were so nice to me.
I almost changed my mind.
We forgive him.
.falling in love. by atlantic-lungs
is like collapsing
onto the ground
blossoming from beneath.
Does it make
to want to f.a.l.l.
even if it means
every time you
touch me -
it feels like I'm dying.
Needles of GrassNeedles of grass, their never-endingNeedles of Grass by jade-pandora
rage; a ghost fire, spreading
the slow burn that licks at my
calves, that makes my toes seize
and my fingers buzz, fighting the
hollow numbness that encroaches,
harbingers of the saccharine drip,
eroding the perception of sight and
thought that drowns in a single depth
the ebbing of low tide on a beach of
finest silt, unable to support
anything heavier than the sea salt
that weeps from my nostrils,
a cycle, a cyst; moon phases
extolling their revelation,
a parasitic resolve-
reading a muted fortune
as seen through the uncorrupted
facets of a perfect diamond
that never realizes its own
appreciation, only the inevitable,
unable to grant that
this too shall pass,
when I will be reduced to crawling
through needles of grass.
A Certain Bet of a WidowerA CERTAIN BET OF A WIDOWERA Certain Bet of a Widower by Koahara
Wintertide fell upon the land – and this tide of winter showed no mercy. The air never seemed so suffocating, so weighed down by the bitter cold, as it did then. It was as if the winter was taking its vengeance upon all of those who thrived in the springtime and upon all of the lives birthed under its clement reign. Winter had longed to cease the many givings of spring. And, at last, the chance had arrived, for the cold hands of winter soon held the landscape in its icy grip. Winter sought to take all away from those who now lived. It sought to remind them of pain, of death, and of their place in this natural world. The snow and ice would be the vessels of that purpose, for they would serve as graves for many. Such would keep the living at winter’s mercy, forever yearning for the arrival of spring in their pitiful state.
Their wishes were made in vain – spring did not arrive when called or wished upon. It did not come at their
A Broken Waltz We waltzed around the room. Stars flew and time slowed down. The creaking sounds around us amplified.. While our hearts.. Grew sound. The usual disturbances of this world became as nothing.A Broken Waltz by LoveLitLanterns
Through foggy vision we saw the end. We both knew it would come, but never had we felt so strongly, so passionately..
The music stopped, and I was left alone. Sometimes, I could still hear notes emanating from the box.. Or maybe just in my head. Regardless, it filled me with a joy so pure, only to come crashing down to the reality that you.. Are gone.
If I listen, I can still hear the machine move, but no music comes out. I am left alone in the droll, cold world.
Will this be the end of me?
I hear a whisper, a murmur in the dark. I should be frightened, but I feel at ease. The box spurts out one last melody, a song telling of something yet unfinished. Almost as quickly as it started, it fades.
Losing hope, anger rising inside me, I dash the box against the ground. Metal flys everywhere. As I kick th
Forgotten Legends: The Battle of HeavenAs I lay here, leisurely outstretched among a shimmering field of grass and soundlessly gazing up at the night sky, I can't help but count the twinkling stars which sit far above. Those infinite specks of gleaming ivory, they bind me in the chains of their beauty. I do not even dare to muster up an ounce of my willpower to rid myself of their bewitching charms.Forgotten Legends: The Battle of Heaven by thwackcrackers
I continue to ponder their magical allure until a memory whips through my mind. It was subtle like a whisper yet forceful like a raging maelstrom circulating within the deepest bowels of the ocean. I remember my father bequeathing unto me a myth, a fanciful tale which painted a pretty picture of how the stars came to be.
Eons ago, when a vast majority of the inner spheres were nothing but a miasma of untamed darkness, a great war was waged under the waving banner of dominance. The demon lords, infuriated by the notion of divine supremacy, called forth their dark and vile powers in an impetuous effort to usurp the god
The Angel in BlackWhen the Knight was but a child, he would frequently be visited by the Angel in black. She would watch as he sparred in the training yards with the other squires, always keeping her distance. But when night descended, and the young Knight was alone, she would draw close to him, resting at his bedside and whispering sweet dreams into his ear.The Angel in Black by thwackcrackers
As the Knight matured, so did his love for the Angel in black. His strength and unwavering faith blossomed as he willingly submitted himself to her compassionate care. His mind was fondly caressed by darkness, his heart cemented in the roots of her voice.
Even when the horns of war blazed, and the Knight valiantly rode off alongside his fellow men, the Angel in black kept her ebony wings around him. Her whispers guided him through the rage of battle, kept him sane through the spilling of blood, and kept his heart true to her even as those around him perished.
When the anchors of hope in men's hearts began to rust and crumble, the Angel in black hel
Adobe Slabs Segment 4Adobe Slabs Segment 4 by MPhlox
And the problem with Ema, was that, well. Um.
“Hey! I heard from your sister that you’re living with a guy now! Where is he?” An all-too-familiar pair of rose-tinted shades and an honorable attempt to resurrect three decade-old clothes (that smelled like they were fresh out of a thrift-store, mixed with cologne and smoke) stood in his doorway on a tall, lithe frame. The guy pushed past M just like any other door and scoped the apartment for another being.
“...Why are you talking to my sister?”
The new visitor took it upon himself to open all the doors in the apartment, even the cupboards. He got to the refrigerator, opened it...
... And pulled out a chocolate milk. He popped the top and took a gulp. “Is he not here?”
Was, well, Ema had a slight problem with gossip.
Though he never thought she’d tell his best friend. He was right in that assumption, right? Shawnjo was h
Adobe Slabs Segment 3Adobe Slabs Segment 3 by MPhlox
A glass dish clanked against the cold metal sink. M fumbled to catch it. A pause in the conversation led M to believe the others probably stopped to look over at him. That, or because Billy had taken another long swig of beer. M couldn't be sure; he tried to play it off like nothing happened.
Billy exhaled. “She’s at home with my mom. She's been napping around this time every day lately. It works for me so I didn’t wanna break that habit.”
"Oh! That's convenient! A little disappointing though, I was hoping to meet her..."
“Daughter?” M said quietly, thinking it to himself more than anything.
All at once the three guests looked over at M.
"Like... Daughter, daughter?" M asked.
"Um." Billy started.
"She's yours? Like you had her?"
"Yeah, she is. And I didn't, personally--"
“How old are you? How old is she?
Adobe Slabs Segment 2Adobe Slabs Segment 2 by MPhlox
It’s not that M wasn’t hospitable, he just couldn’t quite remember how to be, exactly. College did that to people. It drowned its inhabitants in waves of cheap pens, pointless handouts, printer ink, stacks of essays, junk food, and practically anything else they can think of that would even remotely render one desensitized to matters of the outside world. Or rather, until they no longer recalled what the prospect of socialization was like. For example, it was only a few days ago that he remembered phones could be used for more than texting. He had received the strangest call from a friend of a friend of a friend, or…well, it was something like that.
Details, details. Whatever.
M heard a knock at the front. A meek, unassuming (almost polite) knock that could only belong to the one person of the group he had been expecting to knock. With an unsure glance at the state of his couch, he went
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
Loki's Phobia (LokixfemReaderxAvengers) Loki. The man your heart belongs to. You and him weren't always on the best terms, considering he led an onslaught of Chitauri upon New York. But he had redeeming qualities—his cunning, tactfulness and resolute to name a few. You'd grown to admire and respect him, which later refined into love. You loved Loki, Loki loved you. Everything was as it should be. One defect can bring a utopia to ruin.Loki's Phobia (LokixfemReaderxAvengers) by RenegadeRena
"Loki, what are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid of losing you, love."
Ugh. The cute answer.
"There must be something you find scary."
"I'm a god. I pride myself in being fearless."
"Look out, we got a badass over here."
"You flatter me so."
Loki kissed you. He was irresistible, you gave him that, but weren't convinced. You wanted to believe him, but not being afraid of anything? It's unconventional even for a thousand-year-old god. He was clearly trying to be macho for your sake. You were determined to know what Loki feared. And you knew the person for the job.
Chapter VIII:lawsuit on the tavern Pig and WhistleChapter VIII:lawsuit on the tavern Pig and Whistle by Blueredor
Previously...on The Chronicles of Azeroth...
Suddenly part of the raft begins to freeze inside and slowly breaks until the ice reaches the hands of Nailock.
"Outside it's very cold...wait, I freeze!". Nailock screams trying to move away his hand from the raft.
"Huh?!". Gabriel and Davis are surprised as their hands are frozen by the ice too.
"Let's get off the raft!". Gabriel said, "before the water touch the ice!".
The semi-frozen and broken raft is launched, on impact with the water is broken into many pieces. They noted that reached the edge of one of the islands...the murlocs are in front of them watching on one side and pulling stone blades.
"RRRUUUNNN!". The three shouted at the same time.
"Don't be an fool!". Davis scream.
"Apparently he don't learn". Karjub took his claws into his face.
"Nailock!". Gabriel shouted, "he must have been charmed".
Both followed the warrior and steps on a trap, ropes as nets with cobwebs gathers them, it tied them, Karjub disappears and hanging.
Chapter VII: The spider of the Jasperlode mineChapter VII: The spider of the Jasperlode mine by Blueredor
Previously ...on The Chronicles of Azeroth
"Well?". The elf asked with a threatening tone.
"I talk to them, they will go to Goldshire". Falkhaan responded with much fear as the elf release a dagger from the wall and keep it close to his neck cutting something to the collar of his shirt, "why you invaded my house?, please don't kill me!".
Move apart their daggers and sheaths it, Falkhaan gives to her a small bag with silver coins, the elf receives it and tied at her waist.
"Well". The elf said with a seductive tone while withdrawing, "I had to find food, the life of a mercenary isn't easy, you know?, thanks...you'll live". Turns and looks at him now with her green eyes, "for now".
"They paid me very well for you". the Highelf said, "but business is business".
"Red bandanas". Davis said when preparing his Immolate.
"Defias!". Gabriel shouted when preparing its new two-handed sword.
"Great food, great atmosphere". Nailock said, "and now a good fight". shows his great axe, "couldn't be bet
Ghost Stories Lit. Contest UPDATE: CONTEST CLOSED. Total number of entries: 28! Thank you everyone that entered! Please allow the judges until Friday, November 7th, 2014 to read all the entries and choose the winners!Ghost Stories Lit. Contest by OfOneSoul
It's October 1st.
And OfOneSoul, IrrevocableFate, DreamingAutumn, & DrippingWords
are proud to announce their next Lit. Contest...
:iconscaredplz: <--------- THIS is you.
:iconpetpetplz: <--------- THIS is us.
No time to be scared, lovelies! It's time to write.
Although the "Bestest Friend Contest" that IrrevocableFate & DreamingAutumn headed up together has yet to end, we're just TOO<
The Narrative Kind of Lit.Welcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...The Narrative Kind of Lit. by OfOneSoul
Kind of Lit.
If you support this article or were featured in it, feel free to advertise ClefairyKid's awesome stamp!
... and in accordance with my well-known disorder, .giflovingmania,
everyone's favorite narrating TV Show character, DEXTER, will be hosting this article's .gifs.
... he's so yummy, but usually covered in blood. Which is cool. Sort of.
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
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
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