The DeerThe Deer8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Have you ever had that feeling as you walk down a street or move about a shop, you'd like to say hello to some complete stranger? I don't mean that he or she reminds you of someone you know, just that person makes you feel close. I don't get out of this town much. Although once as i was in Tallin with my friends, and as always, i was just like a tourist, having a croud of quides around me - i knew the city the least of us. We took a train to a village house of some guy that i didn't really know. We boarded at the Balti station and took off. Just outside the station, on a field, where at least a dosen of railways run side by side, there was a
Deer In The HeadlightsDeer In The Headlights10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Saved from death by Frieza's hand.
Sent to Earth by a dragonball wish.
Safe from harm.
The Earth's top fighter.
Free to conquer
Alive and well again.
Then she said hello,
In the best way a woman knows how.
Your eyes wide.
Your body froze.
Welcome to Earth.
You're a deer in the headlights.
You blink twice but your eyes are froze.
Takes a few moments to regain your pose.
But like a blink of an eye,
She makes you lose it again.
Put your barriers up,
But Bulma's already behind them.
the legend of the white deer..."My granny told me a story when I was a child. She said to me, even her grandmother told her the legend of the white deer in magical nights. The story is several centuries old and yet it finds the waythe legend of the white deer...9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
into the hearts of the human. This story doesn't begin like any stories with "Once upon a time ", but with
A long, long time ago lives a tribe in the heart of a deeply forest. This tribe called himself shadow-dancer". They live in small huts in the boughs of the trees. When they moved hide behind the wildlife, it seemed as if they were dancing with the shadows. The first voice of this tribe had a beautiful young daughte
interstate 81.there's a metal star that is wasting away on a hill overlooking interstate 81. it blends in with the surrounding area; you can't really even see it unless you know it's there.interstate 81.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and no one does.
i like to think that it is a signboard from god, and i make tiny little prayers on it. my religion is in curling wires and burned out light bulbs, and my lord is the same colour as the sky and the treetops. honestly, i believe that rusting metal has as much a chance as anything for inspiring faith.
there's a deer lying broken on the side of the road. it's sprawled in a shallow ditch with its four legs splayed awkwardly, hooves plowing tiny furrows in
On AyalaBeneath the trees, betwixt the stately pines,On Ayala1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the Lady and her beastly Lord see all.
The wealdkin loose their tongues and raise their heads
to lift the forest heart with secret songs.
And in their verdant halls, the twain hold court,
attended by the eagle, fox, and hart,
accepting tribute, as is their just due.
A force of heroes, sleeping at their feet,
lie cold and white, until the time shall come
to rise again and fly beyond the mists
in service to the King Returned. But now
a time more yet must pass before they wake,
and life shall slumber still within their veins
until the Lord and Lady call them back
to take their place in
the soccer game.the thing is, i needthe soccer game.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
the deer to mean something.
i go to the soccer game and smile
and nod while something furious
inside of me is screaming.
a deer appears while the sun
is setting and it's like a scene
from a movie: green grass and gold rays
that spread out, tingeing our feet
with one last bit of wednesday.
everyone watches the deer and makes
noises of appreciation and i look
around and i think to myself
"okay, this is it, i am happy."
the deer is watching me and i try
to decide if it's a metaphor.
i want the deer to be death, see,
to represent fucking or blacking
out or apathy or loneliness.
someone does something
The White Deer, a short storyThe White Deer, a short story4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The White Deer
Once upon a time, there was a black prince. He was strong and valiant, and everyone loved him. He was intimidating, but very kind, and would stand up for his people during times of need.
Living in a nearby kingdom was a white prince. He was beautiful and compassionate, and everyone under his rule loved him dearly.
One day, the white prince decided that he would go out into the woods to pass the time. He loved to play music to the animals that lived there.
The black prince also decided to go into the forest, to hunt some animals. This was a favorite pastime of his. But before he could get out his bow and arrow to shoot at an
The Deer in the HeadlightsThe Deer in the HeadlightsThe Deer in the Headlights2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Celestia's eyes slowly opened. Her head resting on a rugged furry neck and her body covered by a big blue Pegasus wing. Coiled around her hind leg was a dragon's tail. Resting next to her was the deformed head of a pony still sleeping with a blissful grin on his face. Sleeping on a bed of rugged hay, she and her "partner" had another tender night in their secret meeting place. Despite the fact that the affair began half a week ago, only now did she start to fade from her love-struck state of mind and think, out loud no less. I'm a sick pony!
There was only one time in her life where she even remotely liked Discor
deer transformationSamdeer transformation1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The lazy afternoon sun shone down from the clear blue sky, the wind gently whispered in the trees and bushes, the faint aroma of mown grass drifted across the parking lot. The weather was simply perfect, but Sam didn't care. He didn't notice. Instead his head pounded from a severe headache, his eyes were red and watering, and the gentle breeze only made them sting. He suppressed a sniffle and unlocked his car, throwing himself limply into the driver's seat. He sat there, hands on the wheel, until finally he couldn't take it anymore. The tears came freely. Tears of pain, tears of sadness. His girlfriend who he had be
The Business Wolf stopped gnawing on his third plate of Lapin Bleu d'Auvergne and pointed at Deer with his fork. "The problem," he said, "is that you've got a bum deal going on with your agent. You're paying him far too much if all he was able to get you was public affection. I mean, there's what-- thirteen million white-tailed deer in the United States alone, right?"The Business1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Deer looked down at his glass, which was half-full of some white wine. He was a little unsure whether or not he liked it, as he didn't really know what made wine good or bad or even what type of wine it happened to be. He'd looked
Deer Bloodthis is what you'veDeer Blood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a town with
more fog than
and more trees
in deer blood
you left behind
hide in the
your bare feet
to crush you
there are only
this is where
you are the
run from the
wait for the
cold to climb
Deer Little TayuyaWarm. Thats what it was, the brisk ambiance of a seemingly forever lasting tranquillity which has absorbed the surrounding lands. Hardly anyone with the right sense would deem this anything but decent. The grand beauty of a bright warmth, illuminated even more so by the teasing show of flickers and silhouettes of not shadow but light caused by the heavily looming trees. The edge of this small kingdom was very much a paradise it its own right, even if there were others who didnt always appreciate so. And even though it was off the commoners roads to experience such a sight, to those who made the venture would hardly be disappDeer Little Tayuya5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
deer in the headlightsfor some reason, there was a deer in the morgue.deer in the headlights4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
next to him, on the silver table, was the man who killed him.
next to him, was his dead wife and unborn child.
the man was driving drunk down hampden 285
with his pregnant wife in the car next to him.
they hit the deer going one hundred and twenty miles per hour.
his wife was ejected from the car while it was rolling.
her fragile spine was snapped. the baby was crushed.
the deer was bent clean in half and the man walked away.
the billboards for the casinos screamed at the rolling tin can,
though there was nothing lucky about this.
bradbury said that they'd have to lengthen billboards
Play The GamePlay The Game3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Dammit!” Scott heard his friend Will shout from the other room. “Not again!” Scott was lounging on the couch and reading a magazine when Will stormed into the room. “That thief has stolen some more things!” Scott set down the magazine.
“You sure it’s not just raccoons or something?” Scott asked. “Sure of it!” Will replied, “Raccoons would of taken food or something; this guy just took some bottles of alcohol and other things that I don’t think any raccoon would want!”
Scott and Will were on a hunting trip in the forest, they were staying in a log cabin u
Deer.Can you see me?Deer.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out here passed the briars,
framed by a withered birch and a budding berry bush.
What am I?
A doe strayed from her herd
or a buck waiting for his crown?
You do not know
and you are no worse for not knowing than I am
because in this moment
this very second, thin and frail as a moth's wing,
it does not matter.
I am still deer.
I am deer I am deer I am deer.
Deer WalterWarm. Thats what it was, the brisk ambiance of a seemingly forever lasting tranquillity which has absorbed the surrounding lands. Hardly anyone with the right sense would deem this anything but decent. The grand beauty of a bright warmth, illuminated even more so by the teasing show of flickers and silhouettes of not shadow but light caused by the heavily looming trees. The edge of this small kingdom was very much a paradise it its own right, even if there were others who didnt always appreciate so. And even though it was off the commoners roads to experience such a sight, to those who made the venture would hardly be disappDeer Walter5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Oh DeerOh Deer7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I sipped my morning tea
This pair of small does did I see.
I crept outside, behind a tree
And listened surreptitiously.
Oh my! They were discussing me!
"Top of the food-chain she may be,
But fear not, she won't harm a flea."
"According to my plan, you see,
We'll trespass with impunity
And nibble on her favorite tree...."
click click click
"Oh, goodness me!"
"What's that I see?"
"She thinks that we will pose for free?!"
"Come, my friend, now let us flee!
We'll hire an agent! Charge a fee!"
WILDlife? hmm... I disagree!
To Punish and EnslaveThere was no such thing as law enforcers in this world.To Punish and Enslave2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The police did not protect and serve the public.
They did not keep the streets a safe place.
Murderers, Rapists, Robbers, and the corrupt were not arrested.
In this world, the cops were there to punish and enslave.
Kaine was one of many who knew that when you saw red and blue lights flashing, you hid. Immediately. The blond rebel, however, was no stranger to the treatment of the police once captured. Many were amazed that he was still out on the streets. No uniformed ijit could contain him.
On these streets, you either did what you were told: stay in line, don't ask questions, and k