Bones-McKay is looking for Steampunk/Horror novellas for his collection.
To read more about it follow this link.
We are in no way affiliated with this, but it looks interesting.
WordsMankind has been bestowed a giftWords by Zalaria
In the form of a double-edged blade.
In one fell swoop from its pearlescent sheath,
Its remnants left in its wake, salvation...
And in unskilled hands, sent even the mightiest of warriors to their knees.
Gauche And Then UndergoCall to yourself the matrimony of any friends.Gauche And Then Undergo by HanOneSail
Ask what makes you gauche in the recent trends.
The outcome you receive is possibly the kindest,
Than any other result you may just detest.
Deep sincerity etches across the words as they turn.
A learned prestige in the matters of social popularity.
Just because you don't belong to someone to yearn for out of return;
Doesn't make you any less of an individual living with proud clarity.
Life doesn't fit the same glove on every hand.
If it were so then there would be more than any brand,
Rarity among people would be torn out of definition.
Passions worn openly and forever loss of any unique inclination.
An atmosphere of attacks couldn't amount enough excuses,
With the answer you have discovered there will be no more bruises.
Reduction of your soul halts in the coming new age of progress.
Shattered dreams meld and find comfort inside of you forming a personal coalesce.
Take it slowly or advance with celerity and never let go,
Life is but an in
I once thought that~ A Free Verse PoemI once thought that,I once thought that~ A Free Verse Poem by lightbleueyes
I was scared,
I was afraid,
Of myself for being,
For being so opinionated,
I once thought that,
I would become corrupted,
With humanity and,
My constant ideas,
For a better world,
I once thought that,
My influence would,
I once thought that,
I was too weak,
To live an interesting life,
I once thought that,
I wouldn't be able,
Everything I wanted too,
I was so very confident
TransplantA pair of hands tried to stroke the blacknessTransplant by 24-Stars-of-Nirvana
off a heart but scratched right through the atrium.
Before I knew it, bloody threads hung on the ribs and lungs,
not even a memory of the natural pink hues of the poisoned organ.
Hopelessly sweeping rotten wastelands, I sewed yours from mine
with a numbering needle and my thread of sanity.
Now the skin on my palm almost rips
when I stretch because it no longer feels normal.
My fingers creek and tremble from their improper use,
attached to heavy, wet sandpaper hands.
But giving a lucid heart takes old souls and young dreams
cemented together with thick blood.
Understanding As I try and sleep tonight, two things come into my mind. One is my economics test tomorrow, and the other is about my writing.Understanding by infinitywarriorinc
All I did, had done and will do, revolved around some sort of romantic setting, usually with two different species involved. I knew not why, and for the longest of times, I didn't question it.
So, after a year of animes and mangas, I still find myself preferring romantic settings with different species involved (often nekos, or otherwise.) I asked myself, about two weeks ago, "Why do I enjoy this?"
The questions sprang about in my head: "Is it because I cannot understand what 'love' means?"; "Is it because of my fascination with the possibility of other sentient species?"; "Or perhaps, it just differs from the norm, and it intrigues me more and more?"
Then, I hadn't an idea of what it meant or what it was. But tonight, I think I finally understand. The romance, the Romeo & Juliet, the youkai and the h
1984 Through Music 1984 Through Music1984 Through Music by GoodTiming
Music has the ability to either reflect or inspire with just a simple tune or complicated melody. Whether it comes from an mp3 player, phonograph, or a live band, people constantly turn to music to release the day's stresses and inspire themselves with new ideas. A song has a power that allows anyone to interpret their own meaning and apply it to daily life. For Winston Smith, a Party member in George Orwell's 1984, music allows him to see simplicity and beautiful in a frightening, ugly, and utterly hopeless world. Through songs in the novel, Winston is able to hope for a brighter tomorrow, see respect for the true past, and highlight stronger negative emotions.
Sometimes, music can be used to convey a sense of tragedy or negative emotion. It can reflect a broken spirit through a haunting melody or meaningful lyrics. Orwell plays on this in a scene where Winston sits in the Chestnut Tree Café. He observes three men, J
The Goddess's Forsaken Island - First ContactThe Goddess's Forsaken Island - First Contact by pwassonne
That's it. It should be over there.
Except it isn't.
Actually, wasn't there originally more than one? Like, three of them?
The elevator will be broken, of course.
I haven't been on the island many times, but I remember it quite well, from seeing it through my Goddess's eyes. This time, it will be the other way round. I was repairing my little house, just a normal house, and then I remembered the island. A long time ago, the Goddess left this world. It seems like the island has been deserted ever since.
(And then my Goddess says, I wonder if people settled on it.
That would be fun.
But I'm skeptical.)
The elevator is indeed broken. About half the wooden platform is gone, and there's water everywhere, flowing, I forgot to bring a bucket, there's no way I can get to the basement, never mind, it could be worse. At least there isn't any lava.
I swim away.
The waterfall is right there, and I'm not sure if that's where it's supposed to be. Never mind. It's a long way
Forbidden Fruit"What are you doing?"Forbidden Fruit by mirz-alt
He was standing behind her and she could hear gentle movements, like shifting of cloth. Suddenly soft fabric fell across her eyes. She could feel it tighten around her head as he pulled and knotted it behind her.
"I don't understand?" she asked. She wasn't scared, but a bit of apprehension was creeping into her bones.
She could feel him move in front of her. He was standing close and his hand brushed her cheek. "I want to kiss you," he admitted, his voice both nervous and self-assured.
"But..." she argued, not sure what to say beyond that sole word. She knew she couldn't. She knew she shouldn't.
"See no evil," he murmured.
She didn't understand, but she trembled as he moved towards her.
"It's not a sin if you don't know who's kissing you," he whispered.
As his lips met hers, her heart raced, her arms pulling him close.
"The sin is not in the kissing, " she countered softly, as he pulled away. "The sin is in the wanting it."