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Featured: Angels Never Die
StillI know I'm still not over you
And I know I'll never be
'Cos I still hope that you're still there
Still in love with me
View of love
His love is like a...
cigarette burned into my skin
it is painful, but it will last forever
Late Night TV Programming DillemaNo one would flinch if I jumped off this cliff
I heard that's how Rob died in the first act.
I couldn't get a job at BestBuy,
instead I'll write his suicide note for loose change.
Nietzsche got replaced with iPad app games.
But I rather not picture how I'll pass.
That's why I worship Squidbillies reruns
(whatever else will kill off my brain cells?).
The outside world is ours for the taking,
to chant overused rhetoric -- daily
routine for the clan of zombified fools.
Take me away from your graveyard, so I
could hide myself in bubbles made of silk,
and wait for a dead man's fatal phone call.
His World is Shaking No matter which way the boy looked, the expanse of desert was endless in all directions. The hot, hot sun shone so brightly in the white sky and the sand beneath glowed such a radiant beige that it hurt his eyes no matter which way he looked.
There was no wind in the everlasting wasteland. The air was silent and still, so very hot and dry. It stuck in his parched throat, choking him with every breath.
He walked for miles, across vast flatness and sloping dunes, but everything looked the same. In front of him was clear and still; behind was marred only by his single trail of footprints whose beginning was long past. Nothing else gave way to the emptiness. No marker, no monument, no indication of any kind that he had actually moved at all. Had he walked all of those footprints, or had they been there all along?
The boy looked about, d
Colin Flash The Power Within 2Chapter Two
The Lightning Bolt
The two friends arrived at their mediocre school just after 8:00. St Luke's Secondary School was a complex of low, concrete buildings that seemed to throw the grey day into sharp, miserable relief. Even the birds seemed to avoid it. Colin spotted two seagulls perched on a tree away from it, and he could almost hear them, cautiously whispering to one another, warning themselves not to get to close.
The kids there were horrendous, most of them came from a rough background and the older kids spent most of the time sneaking out of school, smoking during lessons, and generally looking nasty. Colin and Rachael avoided them as much as possible as they made their separate ways, into their tutor groups, where Colin usually sat at the back, reading or drawing mostly. He felt great when he was drawing, isolated from the rest of the Year 8s, in his own separate world. He wasn't half bad at it, either.
The rest of the day past drearily. A typical Monday for Colin cons
Colin Flash The Power Within 3Chapter Three
"I get it," said Colin, not believing a word of what Rachael had told him. "I'm going mad!"
He grinned manically, starting to laugh.
"All right, then! Where's Batman to ship me off to Arkham Asylum? Where's the loony bin?"
He collapsed on the spot, his whole body seemed to deflate.
"I mean," he began. "A wormhole? Come on!"
Rachael looked deadly serious and folded her arms.
Colin tried again.
"But... but it's impossible! How the hell do you "open"," he outlined the word "open" with "hand speech marks". "... a wormhole? It's impossible! Even if you did, wouldn't it... like... suck up the planet?"
"You're getting two things wrong. Number one: it's a black hole that would suck up the planet and Number two: it is very possible to open a wormhole."
"Well, fine then!" he said, almost patronising Rachael. A wormhole, he had never heard something so stupid. He removed his bag, placed it on the damp floor, and sat on it. "You open up a wormhole, and I'll sit here, in
Colin Flash The Power Within 4Chapter Four
When Colin landed the world was upside down. The wormhole spat him out with great force, disregarding him as a whisper passing though the emptiness within.
He thudded heavily down to the ground and passed out instantly. He thudded heavily into a world with silver grass and golden leaves. He truly was going mad
When he awoke he was wet. Dripping, soaking wet. And intensely cold. Rachael was standing over him with another peculiar device. It was black again, flask-shaped, and with blue lights dotted around it. The inside was damp, so Colin presumed that that was where the water had come from.
Suddenly his body, which, up until then, was still in a slurred state, registered the cold, and Colin leapt to his feet.
"What was that for?" he yelled, wiping the water from himself. He looked around him. The grass was silver, and the leaves, gold. Guess he didn't imagine that.
They were in the middle of a large clearing, surrounded by impossibly tall trees tha
The van Helsing Legacy: We Shall Not Sleep - 2
The jangle of the telephone woke me at about four o’clock. I peeled my face reluctantly out of the fold of the book that had become my pillow and waited to see whether or not it would ring again. It did.
The lights in the hall clicked on, and Chessie’s puffy face appeared at the door of the study. During daylight hours, she was the very picture of feminine perfection, as though she’d been painstakingly snipped out of a fashion paper and magicked to life. In a few hours, her skin would be creamy smooth, cheeks naturally blushing, dark hair flawlessly arrayed in a dangerously modern bob, not a wrinkle to be discovered in her stylish flannels. In a few hours. At four o’clock in the morning, her eyelids had stolen the rosy hue of her cheeks, and all the wrinkles that never saw the light of day seemed to have been stored up in the pillow-creases fanning across the right side of her face. She
Me and my friendsMe and my friends
we're lost in our trends
In front of a screen
in a virus sin
We fight with our guns,
We have great plans
We are killing the beast,
We are growing our cyst
We say nevermind,
This is human kind
We kill just for fun,
Our enemies run
We are great, unique,
We don't care for the leak
For me and my friends
We are lost in our trends.
The van Helsing Legacy: We Shall Not Sleep - 1
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
-Lieutenant Colonel John McRae
3 May, 1915
One year earlier
Sir Hannibal eyed the boy on the table. Young man, he corrected himself. Peacefully etherised, the patient seemed younger than he really was. His hair had grown longer during his confinement, and it curled in obsidian-dark spirals behind his head, like van Gogh’s brushstrokes. Its darkness emphasized his unearthly pallor. He had been pale before, but it had been every bit of six mon
[Ch 12] Talent =/= Gift
Jack missed his bathroom back home. It was private, for one; his parents shared the master bathroom on his house’s lower level, leaving the upstairs just for him. There was certainly no sharing it with hundreds of strangers. His bathroom was also right next to his room, meaning it was a quick trip there and back, not like the trek down the hall to the public restroom on the Lion House’s third floor.
‘I’ll never take it for granted again,’ he thought as he trudged groggily along the corridor.
It was after midnight. The moon was shining huge and brightly through the large window at the end of the commons area. Jack had just been drifting off to sleep, having finally been granted silence from the incessant clattering of his roommate’s keyboard, when nature had called. It was irritating, to say the least.
Fall To Pieces AgainUp on that shelf, where I've always been, that's where I long to remain.
In the silence; amongst the others that you have left behind, that was the place I was made to belong.
Covered in dust; face forever stained with tears, I am ruined, but that was what I was built for.
Alone inside my mind, eternally abandoned, this is what I was promised.
Please don't lie to me; please don't break our pact.
I don't want to crumble; to drop to your feet.
I don't want to fall to pieces.
I don't ever want to break again.
Unique as a SnowflakeWhy should we care what other people think?
We are who we are.
Normal is overrated.
In this world where we are are devided why must we be socially correct to fit in?
Gays and lesbians are people who love each other as much as people that are straight.
Why should they be torn apart, because of how others are?
Women were once thought to be stupid and unable to do things themselves.
It was socially unacceptable for a woman to work.
Today that has changed.
At one time blacks had no rights.
It was socially unacceptable for colors to mix.
Today that has changed.
Let us change things for the future.
Let there be a better tomorrow.
Afterall how long does this world really have?
Take it from someone who once wanted to fit in, it's not worth it to change yourself.
I was never given the chance to fit in and I'm glad I never did, I refuse to be like them.
People around me showed me what i'd have to do and what would happen if I fit in.
I'd be a hore who did drugs and probably would've died if i fi
When I was seven, I tried to commit suicide. Everything was dark, except the floor, a long way beneath me. My feet dragged me towards the edge of the building. All that I knew was that it was windy, and getting windier by the second, my neck was quite itchy, and I was about to die.
"Ring a ring a rosies,
A pocket full of posies,
We all fall down!"
I was never really a child. I had a childhood, and I looked like a child, but inside I was more like a machine. I did what I was told to do: I functioned.
"Survival is an instinct built into every animal on this planet: See prey, chase prey, pounce. Dinner. A cheetah would not misuse its speed. A leopard would never let its spots run away. Nature carries onwards. Life carries onwards. Things go the way that they should, and always will do. In the end, everything functions. Now just you remember that, son."
Black hair, brown eyes, thin face and no smile - The only things that anyone from my primary school ca
Unrequited - PoemI feel an embrace
But its warmth is so unlike yours
A hot drink in my hand
Yet drinking won't quench my thirst
An emptiness lingers
Even with so much that's full
How selfish I am
Such joy, yet I wallow in hurt
Just why is everything lacking?
Anyways, what was so great about you?
It's like mourning over the loss of a snowflake
When there are still thousands more
It doesn't make sense
So I should not be in pain
Yet I keep thinking of way back when
Hoping to somehow see you again
I feel like I'm hollow
But I know it's not true
I feel like I'm broken
Yet the mirror tells me I'm whole
I want someone to empathize with my situation
But whenever I think to speak
It seems too minor to mention
A bond left unspoken
Now I can't be sure it was formed
I keep recalling the sound of your laughter
And the sight of your smile...
You kindly offering me your arm
I think without even meaning to
I gave you every piece of my heart
And without even knowing it
You broke every part
Sometimes I blame you
All Alone Here Without You - Song LyricsYour mouth suddenly opens
But then closes up again
The silence is too painful
More so to me than anything
I do not know the verdict
But I fear the worst
What if you're disappointed
And it just can't be said in words?
If you turn away from me, my heart will break
Because it will mean that yours is broken too
What if all that I've done, cannot be forgiven
And this is the last I'll ever see of you?
I hope it's not... I didn't mean...
Oh but what if this is the end?
And not even a thousand apologies
Can make things as they were again
I've tried so hard, but I have failed you
And now it all comes down to this
This moment in time, when you are no longer blind
To all of my broken promises
Will you hold me close?
Will you walk away?
Will you say it's alright?
Or let go of me?
Now that I've confessed
What can I expect?
Oh what will you do?
Will you disappear?
And is it really as I fear?
Oh tell me true...
Are you going to leave me all alone here without you?
My eyes downcast
I'm waiting with ba
It's Better Me Than You - Song LyricsThis world is full of selfish people
Cruel words, that inflict hurt
And unspeakable evils
But in the midst of darkness
There is a bright and shining light
Instead of "better you than me"
And heartless apathy
There is a warmth within this life...
'Cause love will live as if to say
"It's better me than you"
It'll rise up above against all odds
To stand and fight for you
It'll be in every word they utter
And also everything they do
'Cause love will live as if to say
"It's better me than you"
When others put you down
You don't feel good about yourself
When you're fallen to the ground
Then they'll be the one who is your help
They'll stretch out their own hand towards you
And give you the strength to rise
And no matter what you're going through
They will be right there by your side
When others all abandon
They'll be the one who'll choose to stay
You'll think you're all alone then
Someone will help you on your way...
'Cause love will live as if to say
"It's better me than you"
It'll rise up a
We Are a Family - Song LyricsYou got excited and a little carried away
And before you knew it, events came into play
You made a promise that you couldn't keep
But why would you just leave?
Please don't go away
Don't give up on everything so e-ea-sil-y
You couldn't own up to your own mistakes
You thought we'd reject you
And you were ashamed
But just how is it that you didn't know
It's just not so, we all need you so...
You're not alo-one...
'Cause we are, a family
And our friendships make us one
Yeah, we are, a family
We have been all along
And although you've doubted
Whether our ties could pull through
We are, a family...
And we'll always be there for you
Wallowing in shame, that you thought you could-n't tell a soul
Wishing that you had never said, that it'd be an easy goal
But don't you know, that we wouldn't care.. not even in the slightest
First place or gold
Could never fill the hole
In our hearts, without you here beside us...
And in thinking that you'd lost it all...
This Thing You Call ''Love''He wondered what she thought he was doing. It was a bit of a foolish question – she probably wasn’t thinking about him at all. Frankly, it was unlikely that Manilla Lovedirge IV spared any thought for anything but her own affairs, those petty, decadent disputes amongst the Glowing City’s skyscrapers and spotlights that defined the futures of millions less fortunate than her.
A wry smile twisted its way onto Tayl’s face at the thought of how trivial their lives must truly be. He’d lived on the darkened, grimy streets for most of his days, and spent more than a night or two creeping through the crystalline halls of the hyper-elite’s 22nd century palaces. Perhaps he didn’t know what it was like to live a real life – perhaps he’d never had a real friend, or slept in the same place more than two nights in a row. That being said, it didn’t take a genius to realize which life was more fulfilling, and he certainly didn’t think i
O' SisterStart with something, whether it be words or thought or action. Just do something, anything to avoid this dissipating grey matter, neurotic erosion.
"I don't exactly remember everything." My words are timid, pensive.
The moments revolve, coil and ignite; flashing images with no particular order.
I scrunch my iceman toes, attempting to conserve heat, but the cold still surpasses the fabric of my Converse. My muscles tense against abrasive arctic gusts. The bitter wind raises bristled hair above goose bumped flesh.
These pink fingers quiver in the grasp of an 'I heart New York" shot glass. I guzzle down Stolichnaya. The vodka is dry-ice against my tongue; molten silver.
Blurred peripherals detect a lone ember drowning in the ashtray, a Marlboro Smooth choking beneath garish glares of moonlight.
"And this kinda s
Silent Hill: Fateful Dreams. Chapter 4CHAPTER 4
This time Linda slept more or less peacefully. The town of Silent Hill was still present in her dream but no one attempted to attack her and no one was killed before her eyes, and she was grateful for that. But this time she saw something different, something she had never seen before – another strange creature, but not the one with a pyramid helmet on its head. In every case she was determined to share it with Alice first and to know the opinion of her best friend.
Both women contacted each other by phone around noon and arranged a meeting at the local cinema. When Linda arrived there after thirty minutes, Alice was already waiting for her.
“Hey, Alice, you’re here already? Were you waiting long?” Linda asked, hugging her friend.
“No, no at all,” Alice smiled “I arrived just a minute or two ago, not more.”
“Oh, I thought I made you wait too long,” Linda sighed with relief. “So, what are we going
Silent Hill: Fateful Dreams. Chapter 3CHAPTER 3
“God damn it!” Linda jumped in her bed again “When is it going to end?”
The young woman looked at her clock. It was ten minutes to six which meant that after those ten minutes the alarm will go off. Linda switched it off got up from bed.
“This time it wasn’t so bad, comparing to last time,” she said to herself “at least no killings before my eyes which is already good. But my old school… and that creature… He was always there, in each such dream of mine. But why? What does it all mean?”
Too many questions but not even a single answer. Linda sighed heavily and began preparing for work. She made herself a quick cup of black tea and ate a few sandwiches. Washing her teeth and putting a bit of makeup she dressed up and left home.
The day at work passed rather peacefully. She put a stamp on the document that had to be translated and signed it. As it was arranged, at ten the lady came for it and paid th
Silent Hill: Fateful Dreams. Chapter 2CHAPTER 2
All the day was relatively peaceful. While there was nothing to translate, Linda chatted cheerfully with Alice, sharing various things with each other, including jokes. They both knew it was nice and healthy to laugh sometimes, especially for Linda, who suffered from nightmares that no one would like to experience.
Suddenly both women heard a knock on the door, followed by a middle-aged lady that entered their room.
“Hello. May I speak to Ms. Higgins?”
“That would be me,” Linda replied.
“Oh. Ms. Higgins, I would like to ask for your translation services. I have here one document that has to be translated to German” she handled the paper to Linda. “I would be very grateful if it could be translated as soon as possible.”
Linda took the paper from her hands and took a quick look at it.
“No problem. The document will be ready tomorrow and you can collect it in the morning at 10:00 a.m. Would that be fine for you?”
Silent Hill: Fateful Dreams. Chapter 1CHAPTER 1
A young woman jumped in her bed. Sweat was running down her forehead as she sat and tried to calm down.
“Oh dear… What kind of a hellish nightmare was that?” she whispered to herself. “Several times I had such kind of dreams, and in each of them I found myself in that place. And this creature with a pyramid-shaped thing on its head…”
Linda got up from her bed and went to the bathroom to wash her face. Cold water touched the heated skin of her face, creating a pleasant feeling of refreshment. After that she looked at the clock. It was 05:00 a.m. Too early to wake up and too late to go to bed. She sighed. Anyway, after such dreams it was impossible to sleep, so the lady decided to prepare for work slowly. She worked in a translation office, and work began at 08:00 a.m. Turning off the alarm clock, Linda opened her wardrobe and took the necessary clothes for today. She chose to put on her dark blue jeans, a whit
...of Magic (from Hearts Woven), explained
The four primordial elements and the symbols which represent them: light (the all-seeing eye); dark matter (darkness and secrets waiting to be unlocked); the force of gravity (distortion caused by an object in space); and the dominion of time (a humanoid and beneath it a skull).
"από φως, ζωή... από σκοτάδι, ειρήνη" (from the light comes life, and from the darkness peace)
You. That's right, you. Take a good look around you and tell me what you see. If your world is anything like mine, you must be starring at a whole lot of biology right now. For example you could be bumming around in town with family, friends and strangers; or you may be hiding in your special place among trees, birds and beasts.
Yes, yes - I know what you're thinking. "What a
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.
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
We build complications...At times, there is an overwhelming desire within us to take a risk and take every chance we are given,
yet no one really knows why we still end up watching those chances fade and just keep on wondering what's real...
bound to drown into an unending nothingness.
Still others have that overpowering wish to protect and cherish someone,
but they still end up hurting that one special person...
suffering twice the pain that the person feels, or worse-eventually losing him/her.
It gets way too difficult when one cannot express what he/she truly feels and one has not been given any chance to understand what the other really means...
Every real thought, every intended action, those unspoken words and that one honest dream will just remain a mystery...and nothing more.
Too many complications...are our hearts designed to create such twisted and messed up pictures?
Yeah, everyone wants to be happy but not everyone knows how to grab that happiness...
So when that chance comes, grab it with both han
Dear JimDear Jim,
It is the eve of moving day, and as I cleared my shelves of your books I couldn’t help but be swept away by nostalgia.
It was 2002 that I first met you. I was scouring the shelves of an outlet bookstore for anything that might tickle my fancy when I happened upon Fool Moon. While the bloody paw print and broken window of that original cover enticed me, I confess the back cover was less than inspiring. Still, I bought it along with others I now no longer remember using my meager high school funds. As my mom drove us home, more than an hour away, I devoured that book. Even upon our arrival I didn’t set it down, making straight for the couch. I was more than a hundred pages in by the time I had to stop, and I finished the next day.
It was the beginning of a riotous love affair that changed my life.
I lauded the wonders of The Dresden Files and proudly called them my favorite books. I eagerly awaited every new installment, pilgrimaging to Ellensburg to g
A Writer's Guide: Naming CharactersWhen it comes to writing novels, names often get overlooked in the grand scheme of things. Most of us are happy if we can tell who is talking and we can remember the character’s names for the entirety of the book, but bad names can ruin a book. I don’t know about you, but when I get a hold of a book where the main character’s name is a comical 20-character tangle I can’t pronounce, it ruins the book for me. It’s hard to take a book, or a character, seriously when you want to roll your eyes every time you read the narrative.
In this article I’ve compiled a list of things to consider when naming a character for a novel, and though it’s pretty simple, I hope it serves to help someone in their future endeavors to name a character. Most of this is common sense, but it’s often easy to forget these little tidbits of wisdom when you’re busy trying to figure out if your character makes a better Ashley or a Paige.
Getting a S
Writer's Tip: All About POVPoint of View. It can change everything. In the most literal sense, POV is the decision of who is narrating your novel, and what they see. POV also refers to the individual viewpoint of your characters, and ultimately, your readers. So where do you start? Well, that’s why I’ve written this article. We will explore the three standard POV options available to every writer, their advantages, disadvantages, and how to choose which one is best for you. Let’s get started.
First Person POV
I stepped into the room on hesitant feet. Leander, the great Lion King of the river valley lay half-in-shadow at the back corner of the room, his tawny paws illuminated by a shaft of light filtering in through the high windows. His sable tail thumped once, twice, in the haze of dust motes, and my breath caught in my chest. I shouldn’t be here.
First person POV is denoted by the use of “I”, “My”, “Me”, “Mine
Writer's Tip: Writing Effective SentencesSentences—if the plot is the backbone of a story, then sentences are the muscles and tendons keeping it glued together. Unfortunately, writing solid sentences isn’t easy for everyone. As Human beings, we don’t speak the same way we write. Unless you do a lot of writing, you may have trouble putting together even the simplest of sentences. The last time you took a good look at a sentence and broke it down into its individual parts was probably around 3rd grade. Don’t worry—I’m here to help.
There’s More Than One Type of Sentence
There are (roughly) four different types of sentences, and we’re going to get into each of the different types (with examples!).
Simple Sentences – This is a sentence in its truest form. A simple sentence is the statement of a single idea in a direct, clear way. Most simple sentences contain less than 20 words, but it is best if you keep your word count aver
Reading as a WriterHave you ever set down a book for good because you found something in it you don’t like? If you want to write, I suggest that bad habit end now.
Why, you ask? Because everything you read—and I mean everything–has positive value for you as a writer. Stephen King, and any author worth his or her salt, is a huge advocate of writers reading massive amounts.
Again you ask, why? How can everything be useful? There are a number of reasons and I’ll cover as many as I can.
Reading bad literature teaches you about yourself and shows you what to avoid—or at least how not to do something—in your own work. If you run across something that you don’t like, stop and ask yourself why you don’t like it. Is it just a personal preference? Was it out of place or poorly executed? Does it contradict something from earlier? As soon as you figure out the “why” of something’s badness, you learn a little about yourself and you
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5). Swearing: Swearing IS acceptable on here, but please DO NOT write a whole page filled with the word fuck and submit it here. It will be deleted and you will be banned. Think of the usage of swear words as in dialect between two or more characters, gangs, couples, etc. you get the point. If it’s in your story to have someone swear once or twice, than that’s acceptable. If anyone has any issues (i.e. racial issues) with certain swear words that have been used in literature, they can take it up with me, the Founder, and I will see to the situation.
6). Please don’t fight with the co-founders. If there’s a problem, please message me immediately and I will see to it. Also please no back talking co-founders or your founder. We’re trying our best to make this work.
7). No breaking the rules. (see, ha, I knew you’d look for this one!)
8). Have fun and please don’t think I’m being mean with all these rules. I just want everyone to be able to enjoy this group, and benefit from it, as much as everyone else.
Other than that, please enjoy yourself on here and feel free to chat with us in our chat room --> chat.deviantart.com/chat/Offic…