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N00b~ A Free Verse/ Experimental PoemY do u shoot down n00bz?N00b~ A Free Verse/ Experimental Poem by lightbleueyes
Just A 14 yr 0ld giRl?
U were a n00b once 2
i will never learn if no1 teachz me
instead u judge me 4 my age
and pretend i am a nob0dy
Even if i Am smArt or taLented
U say I should get off the intErnet
and tHat i hav bad grammar
U say i'm too ignoraNT
2 talk aBoUt important thingz
U told me 2 die
B4 i even had the chANce
So why shoot down 14 year olds
Who might just change the world?
You Are Not AloneTap. Tap. Tap.You Are Not Alone by BlueBlueFox
"Have you ever thought you didn't belong?"
Tap. Tap. Ta-Tap.
The boot fell in rhythm on the scuffed floor. A flickering candle light cast shadows along their faces, dancing images on the walls. Sleeping figures on cots, chests rising and shifting in the small orb around them. Some movements, the slip of a hand off the side of a bed, snorts and sighs in sleep.
Tap. Tap. Ta-tap.
"I haven't actually made friends, if that's what you mean?"
Tap... tap... tap tap.
"It's not what you mean, is it?"
Tap tap. Tap. Ta-tap.
Gloved hands pushed through snarled short hair, a mess of a jagged sword-cut through a braid. Fingering the edges of the strands, she watched the light flicker in a lone and small flame between them. After a prolonged moment, she worried her bottom lip, lowering her eyelids. The patter of her boot increased on the floor.
Ta-tap. Ta-tap. Ta-ta-tap.
It displayed her nervousness, the knot of sick in her stomach.
Vampire conflicts chapter 3:Chapter 3:Vampire conflicts chapter 3: by Isabelcats3
Mitchel sat on the park bench calmly not careing that the other vampire who was clearly about the same age as Mitchel. Though Mitchel did not know how powerful Iven really was.
"Now now calm down. There is no need to hiss at me. I would like to be as civilized as we can be about this. Why do you want to be the only vampire in this city?"
"That is none of your business" Iven hissed.
"I do belive it is if you want me gone." Mitchel replied.
"You do not know what I am capable of." Iven said baring his fangs in hopes of scaring Mitchel enough to make him want to leave the town . It didn't seem to be working though as Mitchel remained unpahsed by it.
"My my You do have a temper. "
"You haven't seen my temper"
"I will take your word for it" Mitchel said "If you think that you are scaring me you have another thing coming. I do not scare easily "
Iven lunged at Mitchel attacking him. Though they were of the same age, Iven was stronger since he had been trained to be stronger t
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."