GhostI feel like I'll just disappear.Ghost by GenZelda
A phantom among the living..
No one will know and no one will care.
No one will speak my name nor remember my existence.
I will just become a faded and forgotten memory..
This Too Shall PassOn the last day there were rats, huge and blackThis Too Shall Pass by prettyflour
Millions teeming through the potholed streets
Ash floated around like snow swirling through a storm
and for a moment I found beauty here
Oh ancient world, collapsing fast,
Once I saw your flawless glory
Now I feel like that has passed
Now I see the world as dark and I worry
Now when beauty must be found in alternative philosophies
Passing the judgment of the people it heals
We begin to lose significant emotions we feel
We drift with rope towards trees
As we start to wonder if we can make necklaces
From the strings dangling on the gallows,
The ground beneath my feet grasps my ankles
And begs me not to leave.
Oh, but it's pleas I ignored stoically
How arrogant of me to think the unknown was better than what I had.
And not for lack of trying,
But I cannot find my way back
After all, the apocalypse has begun.
There can be no turning back to what was, only a harsh acceptance of what is and of what will yet be-
It is the fairytale fragments tha
senryu renga of division1.senryu renga of division by jade-pandora
everyday I see and read
about things that kill us;
they're all true
a man keeps running,
an officer stops and aims;
eight in the back!
tobacco products enticing
kids, "it's candy!"
was it worth losing his head
to rescue the truth;
he would've said yes
veterans turned violent,
and without dignity
extremists destroy history;
will we do the same
about who we were?
hundreds of boat migrants
capsize and drown as a
rescue ship arrives
students are picked off
who can't recite a verse
from the Koran
It goes both ways:
the pain, the fear and death,
so why are we divided?
Mr SnideyMr Snidey slowly lowered himself into his worn old armchair, the seat indented to fit his shape, for so long had he occupied it. His knees creaked like ancient tree trunks as he descended. As he settled himself down, he spread his arms against the armrests luxuriously, much like a king would on a grand throne. Every movement he made appeared to occur in slow motion, his body no longer able to deal with life at what most people would describe as normal speed.Mr Snidey by CupofCharlie
He slowly removed his brown slippers and lifted his legs to rest on the footstool before him. Getting up to turn on the television was an arduous task for Mr Snidey, and he tired easily. He exhaled deeply, and closed his eyes briefly, savouring the calming few moments when his aged muscles began to relax.
His face was deeply wrinkled; marking the many years he had inhabited this Earth. His skin was yellowed with age, much like the pages of a worn book, and was scattered haphazardly with liver spots. His pale eyes radiated kindness;
Art Challenge: Show Me The CureThis is how cancer looks when drawn by the wonderful and observant SHavYpus: Sim Sala BimArt Challenge: Show Me The Cure by QuantumCalmness
And because of that piece of work, I have decided that I would like to draw a cure. However I am not able to upload anything this week so in the meantime... If anyone else out there would like to join in, please do.
This is not a contest. Just an open invitation to pay tribute to anyone you've ever known who has struggled with cancer. There are no deadlines and no prizes but it may be a good way to offer support, share encouragement and exchange ideas about what works. Plus the opportunity use your art as a weapon to beat down the disease should be good karma, yes? And who knows, maybe if enough creative minds get together... A way forward will be found.
To be clear, here's a guide.
What is welcome:
-All styles of art (traditional, digital, fanarts, originals, etc)
-All forms of art (drawings, photos, sculpture, poetry, s
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This is my newest doodle time lapse video, it was made whilst I was on the
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Prompt: The Beach, The Waves, The TreesHello and welcome to The Beach, The Waves, The Trees prompt! This month it'll be based on The Beach, The Waves, The Trees-- so go wild with that idea. The prompts we make are to get your creative juices flowing and challenge you to do your best -- so good luck! Three winners will be chosen and featured in the Winner's journal!Prompt: The Beach, The Waves, The Trees by wdnest
Try submitting again, if you missed out last journal - there was technical issues in accepting submissions in February - but fixed now!!!
The Beach, The Waves, The Trees
That could mean anything, it doesn't have to be a theme, so get creative and try to stand out. It can be a sunny day at the beach, or have people playing volleyball at the beach. Or maybe even your favourite palm tree. The art piece you do doesn't have to have all 3, but if you want it to, go ahead, just make sure to include at least one of them. Extra points if it's original and creative.
The art piece you submit can be drawn for the competition, or a previous artwork in your gallery.
Kiriban At 11,000 Pageviews (ALREADY CAUGHT!)!UPDATE: KIRIBAN HAS BEEN CAUGHT BY :icongreenpidge:Kiriban At 11,000 Pageviews (ALREADY CAUGHT!)! by AvidCommenter
Right now I have got 10,973 pageviews, so it's not too long until I reach 11,000 pageviews.
To win the kiriban, you have to take a screenshot of the 11000 pageviews and comment with the screenshot right here in this journal. Comments on my front page do not count whatsoever.
There can only be one winner and they will win a free basic stamp request as well as a haiku poem based on any subject/prompt they like.
Have fun and good luck!
Three Square MealsShe wakes up in the morning
dreading the day ahead
Curling herself into a tight ball
she wishes she could stay in bed
She is called down for breakfast,
a meal she'd rather miss
An awkward silence greets her
broken only by the frying pan's hiss
Her parents glare at one another;
they'd had another fight
Of course, she already knew this
She heard them shouting all night
Across from her is her sister,
top too low, skirt too high
"I'm skipping school today," she says
She's going on a date with some guy
She glances over at her brother,
headphones on, oblivious to the world
He did this every single day
since she was a little girl
She swings her bag over her shoulder
and heads for the door
She smiles brightly and cheerfully exclaims,
"I'll be off, be back at four!"
The shrill sound of the lunch bell
echoes through the hall
Her mom forgot to pack her lunch
She doesn't mind at all
She sits with a large group of friends
yet still, she feels alone
She might as well be a wallflower
hidden behind a
PhotographyHe loved nothing more than capturing the world on his digital camera. A quick press on the tiny button could make a fleeting moment last an eternity. He could hold time in his hands and freeze every perfect instance, immortalizing its beauty. Every still frame held a story within, and nothing brought him more pride than when he recalled each detail with vivid clarity.
No two pictures were ever the same – he knew that when a moment passed, it was gone forever. There was no second chance of the same scene. The same circumstances. The same feelings and actions. So he did his best to commit every special scene to memory.
The world was its most beautiful when he saw it through the lens. Magical, it all was! The way all the colors blended and contrasted with one another. The way he would move, ever so slightly, and the world shifted its focus on something new. It awed him how a tiny glass window could enhance what he saw with his own two eyes.
He never called himself a photographer. He
Of Threats and ThievesDisclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I make no profit from this work of fiction.
Since I can post links here: The three things referenced in the news article:
the Utah author: http://www.gofundme.com/StandingAgainstPlagiarism?utm_medium=wdgt
the threat: http://i1225.photobucket.com/albums/ee385/RogueMudblood/MotherTrucker4x4b_zpsb65a8be7.png
the suicide: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9792858/8/Pretty-Rhythm-Rainbow-Colored-Dream
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Author harassed by thief – death threat issued
Throughout the years, various heinous acts have been reported in the news. We've seen stories about many crimes and other disgusting affairs. Even so, it is rare that we see such irony as the following.
While most people do not find any humor in theft – and those who have been victims find the act absolutely intolerable – it is uncommon for the thief to retaliate by threatening the pers
Unexplainable AttractionDisclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy X. I make no profit from this work of fiction.
Staring into the darkness, she waited. Staring out over the ocean, Lulu could not help but smirk. She had never thought of herself as the maiden waiting at the seashore for her sailor to come home to her. She was a warrior, a dark mage, and one of the guardians of a Summoner. But even warriors had their weaknesses. He was hers.
Feet crunched the gravel behind her, and she relaxed into the arms that wrapped around her, leaning into the warm chest behind her. “You know, Chappu really loved you with all his heart.” His chin rested on her shoulder, allowing her to feel his breath on her ear as he spoke.
“I know, Wakka.” She sighed, stepping forward and turning, a small space separating them as a chill breeze blew in from the ocean. “I loved him also.” Lulu stepped toward him, reaching out and caressing his cheek gently. “But my heart has ro
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