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posted by harold
The author considered. Then the author wrote:

Two opposites sat on a park bench

The author deleted

eating their curds and whey

as soon as it was typed, and replaced it with

and one wanted the other to leave.

The critic noted "That's really not very specific, is it? Two 'opposites'? Come on, you're going to have to be 더 많이 specific than that."

The author considered. Then the author wrote:

The Republican sat down 다음 to the Democrat on the park bench

and nodded, satisfied. The critic clucked his tongue. "Welll...it's not exactly original, is it? And how different are they, really? Honestly, 당신 couldn't have had a Peace and Freedomer in there instead? And what's this with focussing on US politics? Isn't that going to alienate most of your readers, who don't live in the US and wouldn't be able to tell why they're supposed to be 'opposites'?"

The author sighed and the two idealogues slunk away. The author considered, and finally wrote:

A man and a woman sat on a park bench

and looked at the critic. "Yeeeess...that is better," the critic admitted, "It could lead to a nice contrast, at that. But when it comes down to it, they're not really opposites, are they?" The author's eyebrows rose. "I mean, yeah, they're two different genders and all. But 당신 haven't gone into any detail about who they are. Their upbringings could be very similar, and their life situations. For all we know, it could be Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks sitting there, and no one's suggesting that their life experiences have been all that different. Sure, if 당신 want to have a couple of well-to-do white urbanites sitting there, kvetching on and on about how different they are, and boo-hoo, how they're never gonna understand each other, go right ahead. But we've seen it a million times - why not choose something a little 더 많이 extreme?"

The would-be 연인들 fled as the author's teeth ground together, but, after some further consideration, the author wrote:

The sleek, tall African warlord stepped up onto the bench and surveyed the surrounding park before slinging his assault 소총 and plopping down 다음 to the plump, elderly Ukrainian nurse who was fussing over the crippled Asian baby in the isolette 다음 to her. Their eyes locked and widened in surprise. "You!" they cried in their respective languages.

The author, arms crossed, looked a challenge at the critic. The critic merely snorted. "Feh...they're both human, right?"

The nurse returned her charge to the hospital, and the warlord returned on a subsonic jet to his homeland with a story his tribesmen would never believe. The author hammered at the keyboard, writing:

George W. 부시, 부시 대통령은 and Buzz Lightyear arrived at the bench simultaneously

"Now you're just being silly," the critic complained, "Besides, both of these guys mangle English and spout nonsense. Opposites? Ha!"

"To infinity and beyond!" Buzz Lightyear declaimed, blasting off into the air. "My point exactly!" the critic smirked as Dubya was hustled back into the bulletproof sedan 의해 an apologetic secret service agent.

The author fumed. Whack. Whack. Whack.

Salt sat 다음 to pepper on the bench

The critic threw hands into the air in disgust. "THEY'RE BOTH SEASONINGS!"

The shakers exploded and the wind carried the granules to far-off lands.

Steam rose from the author's ears. BAM. BAM. BAM.

Aphrodite and Hades sat on a bench, the air brittle with the tension between them

"Oh, come ON! They're both from the Greek pantheon!"

Aphrodite was borne off 의해 a husky chorus of scantily-clad bodybuilders. Hades sniffed in disdain, snapped his fingers and the bench slurped down into the depths of the earth.

The author's fingers, stiff with resentment, had to try three times before successfully typing:

Flames licked at the block of ice as the corner of the 겨울왕국 bench caught fire

The critic fixed the author with a pitying stare. "Really? Fire and ice? Are 당신 serious? Those are just different temperature states of matter. They're not necessarily a different material, and certainly not opposites at all."

The author wept, head in hands. After a while, the author, brow beaded with sweat, tentatively typed out:

Good sat primly 다음 to Evil on a parkbench

and looked sideways at the critic, barely suppressing a whimper.

The critic sighed heavily. "Look," the critic began, "I don't mean to be harsh, but is that really the best 당신 can do? Good vs. Evil? Those are both rather subjective, aren't they? As such, they're both products of a given belief system. The best 당신 could say is that Good is doing what you're supposed to do in a given system, and Evil is not doing good. So they're not opposites - one is just the absence of the other!"

The author brightened and nodded.

Something sat on a bench 다음 to Nothing...and was satisfied.
posted by ToEkNeE
I woke up as usual. But there was something about today that was going to change. Unusual. I stumbled out of bed, opening my eyes to darkness. I wouldn't need to expect sunlight just yet. I clumsily found my way to the bathroom to take my shower.
For some reason, I wanted extremely hot water. Usually, I would have tepid water on, but this time, the water was blazing. The water beat my back with an intensity far beyond a human could ever intake. It was like hail was being shot at my skin, with a beat to it. The burning was far worse. When every droplet hit my skin, there would suddenly be a sharp...
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posted by 16falloutboy
Mekashi: The Other Side


The story of how Mekashi became Mekashi. The events that create her, the events that unleash her, the events that drive a girl into becoming a psychotic monster who we know as Mekashi.


The sun had risen out of its slumber, inflicting the world with its powerful light. It was a Wednesday morning, the middle of the week and the middle of the school year. Inside a house, inside a room, a bedroom to be exact, a girl slept soundly in her 침대 until an alarm played some sort of a Metal song. 2 초 after, she took her iPod which played the alarm and she shut it off. Sitting...
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posted by delta117
i awoke pain everywhere it felt like my skin was melting but yet i did not scream traing kicked in and i found my black armoar to any normal sentient bieng it would be like an anchor but i am not normal am i after that i grabbed my weapons the first was a set of 2 curved assian knifes curved and made for my hands 초 standard ar 소총 it had no scope only sights all i needed to kill at 100 yards third a shotgun normal used in swat teams tactical 12 guage shot gun 펌프 action forth 44mm glock i holousterd it and my knifes my knifes at arm length pistol on my hip then an explosion rocked my...
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posted by misscrazel
A young fourteen 년 old girl walked down the road talking to her three closest friends. she was an average girl of average height and she had dirty blond hair and brown eyes with a light dusting of freckles.

She and her 프렌즈 reached her driveway and she walked down to her home. she had a strange feeling like someone was trying to take her over. she ignored it and went inside.


that night she had the strangest dream. she saw a young boys dead body laying in a small room. his mother was there weeping over his dead body. his spirit drifted out and flew away. he found a baby and possessed...
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Prologue:
One moment can change a lifetime. No matter how insignificant something may seem, every action has a consequence. Most people never take this into account. But when you’ve had a life like Victoria Vevina Byrne’s, 당신 plan every 초 of every 일 for your entire life…

    “Father?!” Technicolor laser beams lit up the sky, and technological sirens rang through the air as I ran through the thick Nazaki Forest, searching for my father. Tears cascaded down my blood-covered cheeks. He was nowhere to be found. At his moment of terror and fear, I gave up. While...
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posted by rebaj2010
She was perfect. Like beautiy incarnated. Long, flowing, red hair, shining like the stars. Cole black eyes outlined 의해 freckles that were sprinkled over her nose and corners of her eyes.
Seeing her again hurt. Hurt 더 많이 then when I broke my arm in fourth grade, 더 많이 then when my older brother hit me above the eyebrow and busted my skin open and needed stiches.
Her with him was a dager through my heart. She was suppose to be mine...forever.
Thats when she looked at me. Her plump 담홍색, 핑크 lips twiched the slightest. Then shock overtook her features as she reconized the 19- year-old boy she use to love. But that's just it. She USE to 사랑 me, but I still loved her. Not even the Marines could stop that, not the 4 years I've spent away changed that. She was still my life.
He was hers.
posted by OneFoggyNight
I just never cared anymore. Not about anything. For some reason, I just let everything alone. Nothing mattered to me anymore. Nothing. The things that had made me happy previously had now just made me even more…dull. Maybe all the things he did to me made me like this. Trevor never really was good to anyone, not even any girlfriends he had. He never showed me that he cared, he was always cold, and he always… hurt me.
Or maybe my mother’s drinking habits. She was always at the bar, and when she wasn’t, she had a different bottle in her hand every 분 또는 so. I was surprised she hadn’t...
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posted by coriann
I wish I had a best friend, her face was as sweet as honey, mixed with molasses and cane sugar, and vanilla extract with almonds sprinkled on top.

Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the 꽃 draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.

Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the...
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posted by Dearheart
If you're wondering, "Diem Mirabilis" is Latin for "Day of Wonders". (At least it's SUPPOSED to be. My Latin isn't what it used to be, hehe.) This was just a little something I whipped up for a story I'm writing. I wanted to put something at the beginning of each chapter that roughly follows the times of day, and I couldn't find anything good. So I made my own. =) Hope 당신 enjoy it!

Diem Mirabilis

Morning:

for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
또는 failure

Midday:

for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the 답변 once hidden
now unveiled

Sunset:

for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...

of a new one.
added by axemnas
Source: Henry David Thoreau, axemnas,Casablanca
posted by FightingDestiny
This is a small poem I wrote a while back.I hope 당신 like it, please tell me what 당신 think
Thank you
-Aurora




The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know 당신 want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
posted by Attirox2
"Daddy where are 당신 going?" a squeak said from the corner. I looked down to see wide blue eyes looking at me with fear. I couldn't just abandon her but I couldn't stay and face the the mess I had just created. "Terra stay out of this!" I shouted at her. But she just kept at it until I finally snapped. I grabbed her 의해 her night 셔츠 and threw her onto the 침상, 소파 with a loud thud. She fell of and hit the cold wooden floor. I looked at her and had the urge to finish off the last bottle of Vodka, which I happily fulfilled. Her cries turned into sobs as she laid there in a ball that filled the...
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posted by madening_mahem
 Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Somewhere in ancient Japan...
A dark figure emerges from the shadows cloaked only in darkness, his weapon exposed, the blood of his victims dripping from it's blade. A creak in the floor alerts him of 더 많이 to come, he waits in the dark for his prey to come. They slide open the door only to be slaughtered. As he slays them he notices a girl out of the corner of his eye, standing there in absolute horror. He raised his blade ready to attack, but for some reason he held back. Him, a demon of the night, him, whose hands had been stained with the blood of many women and children, could not murder...
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posted by skipperluvs
“Fuck you.” She said when he upset her, which was almost everyday. She sighed as he looked at her foolishly. There was just something about him that she hated from the start, but there was something bigger about him that she loved. She looked over at him and his 프렌즈 laughing hysterically.

“When?” He laughed even harder, the crowd’s voice growing louder 의해 the second, and anger filling her face to hide the shy blush that actually sat atop of everything. She rolled here eyes at him and put one of her hands on her hips, her hips cocking to the left and seeming lazy. She then got...
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posted by Cinders
I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that 시 as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read 의해 the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because 의해 that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the 설명 of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...
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