- A l 0 N E"P-pleaase..." Kodan whimpered again, trying his best to scramble further away.- A l 0 N E10 months ago in Short Stories
"I don't.. W.. - You're scaring me.." He closed his eyes tightly again and let out another whimper as he felt two strong hands grab him by the shoulders.
Next thing he knew his back hit the mattress of the bed and he felt another position himself on top of him, getting his arms stuck under his legs.
“Now...” He heard a low growl and warm, fast breathing hit his face, meaning their faces must have only been about an inch or two away from each other.
“Fucking tell me...” Kodan struggled and squirmed all he could to find a way out, but it was no use. He stood no chance. All he could do was lay still and prepare himself for what he assumed would be the worst.
“WHY?!” He heard, the sudden raise in volume of his voice painful to his ears. He let out another whimper and turned his head to the side.
“Why the fuck did you do that!?” The other male lowered his vo
ScrapbookWe cut out wordsScrapbook4 years ago in Free Verse
and colourful faces
newspaper randsom notes
littering the floor of
a psychiatric ward.
We pull them together
to glue messages of hope
to our hearts,
and blow on the ink.
Maybe I'll be out tomorrow
Artcrossing: Wolverine and Nightcrawler Get CoffeeArtcrossing: Wolverine and Nightcrawler Get Coffee3 years ago in Short Stories
"Are we there yet?"
Logan stifled a growl, refraining from turning to face the source of the annoyance. It was Kurt, of course, that little blue devil. He hadn't kept his mouth shut the entire trip, so why should he start now? "No, it's still a good couple of hours," he replied, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Kurt grinned at him from the passenger seat, his white teeth standing out starkly against his midnight blue skin. "Just wondering," he cheekily quipped. Crouching on his hind legs on the seat, he fiddled with the image inducer he always kept with him.
Logan sighed, rubbing his eyes as the road in front started to blur; he may be close to indestructible, but he was by no means full of stamina when it came to driving long distances. "Remind me again why you aren't just teleporting us there?" he asked.
"I already told you, I can't teleport into places I cannot see," Kurt said in reply, somewhat ashamed. "Otherwise we could end up in the middle of a wall."
"Sounds better than th
Paper heartsPaper hearts11 years ago in Free Verse
here we go again
back at the start
we sit here fighting
going at eachothers throats
we could put this back together you know
grab the tape and glue
i know the cracks will show
but only if its worth it to you
maybe you've changed your mind
and moved on
but i've only put what we had away
believe me its not gone
where have we gone to
i'm so scared to live without someone
so if you wanna
if your're ready
come back and tell me
come back and get me
and dont forget our paper hearts
DLSS Chapter Eight A Day in the Life of SerahsuriiDLSS Chapter Eight7 years ago in General Fiction
Chapter Eight: True Colors Revealed
"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEP," Serah's eyes crack open as she reaches out to smack her alarm clock off of
Hitsugaya's kid- page 8"Umm... you're a hollow, I don't think we can trust you." Moro stated.Hitsugaya's kid- page 86 years ago in Fan Fiction
"Do you know Ichigo?" Mira asked, noting how the hollow said Ichigo before.
"Yes. He came here a while ago. He was saving this orange haired girl... Inoue I think her name was?" Iriaku looked shocked.
"How... how do you know my mom?"
"Mom? Orihiime was your mom? Oh so you are the gang's kids!"
"The gang?" Yasuhara asked.
"Yeah there were five people whom came to Hueco Mundo a while ago, there was a person named Renji, Rukia, Ishida, Chad, and Ichigo. I met them in the sands, just where you are now."
"Did you hurt them?" The little Liuanna asked.
"No, I actually traveled with them. And helped them out a bit."
"You don't seem like a bad hollow..." Sam finally spoke.
"Eh? You must be Chad's Daughter, not very talkative, is he?"
"..." was Sam's reply.
"Yep! I want to guess your parents! Let's see if I can pick up a few names." She pointed to Iriaku. "Orihiime and Ishida," Points to the triplets, "Renji's kids." she poin
Memorable events in my lifeWARNING: WALL OF TEXTMemorable events in my life5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
One day, a long long time ago, my parents took me to the circus. I was really excited. The most excited that I had ever been in my entire life. So excited, that I wet myself. And my parents had to take me home so i could change. Once I was all clean, we made our way back to the circus. When we got back there were cop cars everywhere. Some black guys got busted in the hood yo for dealin' up some baaad stuff to those circus clowns ya know what I mean dog? So one of the cops stuffed one of the drug bags in their pocket and I'm a really good pickpocket so i took it and ran away, later selling the bag and making BANK (A lot of money). Another day, i was in Sri Lanka when scientists there invented a super fast mutating plant. it would have been the apocalypse, but luckily I had an axe and fended it off for an hour. After that someone caught it on fire and it was destroyed. I needed to quench my great thirst, so I made my way to the nearest watering hole. Once there, I c
EvolutionAt first I did as infatuation demandedEvolution2 years ago in Free Verse
and wrote myself out in long strings of words
made my throat swallow the poison
opened wide to embrace division
returned again and again
Then my mind released its thoughts
on folded paper birds that
descended out of light and never reappeared
still I searched for them
stared in the dark eyes of strangers
finding nothing lost myself, collapsed
slept cheek against the wall contorted
woke five hundred miles away
thinking I could be a murderer of choices
So I interrogated trees to pursue wisdom
buried my feet in salt to starve them
never ever walked on grass
until subdued, they gagged themselves in shoes
forget their simple memories and dreams
and called this state adapted
I stood at the light switch
flicked it off and on and off again
burned the bulbs into masks of human faces
fled frightened to a sterile room with just
a mirror I mouthed stories at for years
Then the sun caught me in my sheltered corner
ripped me screaming o
Beach Party 022-1st draftBeachBeach Party 022-1st draft4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
Derek, Olivia, Noah, Ruby, and Sophie are spending the day at the beach. Everyone is dressed to go swimming except Ruby. Derek and Noah take off their shirts and race into the ocean meanwhile Ruby and Olivia set up camp. Ruby places a couple of towels down on the sand while Olivia puts up the the umbrella to provide shade. Ruby lays down on one of the blankets and enjoys the shade. Olivia is puzzled by Ruby's actions.
Hey Ruby, Why did you come to the beach today? I mean your not dressed to go swimming or anything.
Ruby closes her eyes.
No reason in particular.
Noah and Derek are on a small cliff by the water contemplating jumping into the water. Derek is standing by the edge looking down at the water.
I don't know Noah, this seems kind of high for us to jump.
Noah is not paying attention. Noah is looking in Ruby's direction and trying to get her attention.
Hey Ruby! Watch me jump!
Noah starts running towards t
ForgetForgetForget7 years ago in Free Verse
You try to forget,
try to distract yourself
from the thoughts.
You don't want to think,
not about her,
It drives you nuts,
keeps you from sanity.
But you can't let go,
she's still always
in your mind.
Why won't she leave?
Why can't you get
You haven't seen her,
haven't heard her,
She is gone.
But not to you.
You still taste her,
still see her in the
corner of your eye.
Still stare at every
white car that passes,
as it might be
Why can't I get
PagesSmear lead on paper,Pages3 years ago in Free Verse
Release emotions into freedom
Just to crumple the page,
Lock it all away once more.
Give the world its blatant lie
So sanity can re-imagine itself:
Paper thin and wavering,
Mascara-ink blotting tissue.
Droplets break on impact,
Shattering images -already broken-
And spreading them across the page
Of a memory scrapbook.
Made from white-lie borders,
Crimson life-blood frames;
Shattered memory images,
Mascara and tear ink.
Turn the pages,
Watch the flickering flame die.
The next page is black;
Frameless, wordless, dead.
Keep going, one page left.
Burned black and scarred from its neighbor,
But clear of memories.
Recording the past and ready for the future.
One page left to make a new beginning.
Paper FlowersI think it actually makes sense, the way that I have been called upon to remember my days past from the photos that we have, and how I can't look back that far because my pictures are gone. My father has them. They are up in his house in Vermont he took them with him when he divorced my mother about eight years ago. Those old memories stand out fresh in my mind as ever, but I have no pictures to show for them until I go up and see him again. It strikes me as ironic, then, that the one photographic memory that does come to mind more prominently than any other is about my mother's second marriage just about as far from a past divorce as one can get. It did not happen that long ago it only happened last summer but with the past stolen from me, I suppose the one thing that does make sense is to reflect and then look at the future that lies ahead.Paper Flowers6 years ago in Biography & Memoir
I will admit first and foremost that I did not enjoy the thought of going back up to Maine again I dreaded it.
Random laughterA note of bell like laughter rang out through the forest. A laughter like none ever heard before. It was a wonderous and hypnotizing sound, echoing through the trees and coming from all directions. Animals stopped to listen to the glorious sound. Even the trees seemed to be listening. A second note of laughter joined the first, this one low and husky, steady and slow. The two sounds blended perfectly with one another. The fast, bell like laughter and the slow, husky laughter creating a song that was to wonderful to be described with words. Ever so slowy, the laughter died away and the forest fell silent. Not even the wind stirred. The forest seemed to be holding it's breath, waiting for the hypnotic song to start again. But the sound could be heard no more. Slowly, minutes ticked by until, finally, a bird dared to chirp. As if it was a signal, life in the forest resumed and the laughter was forgotten.Random laughter7 years ago in General Fiction
Sun Valley BeachWhen I was a kid I was invincible. There was nothing that could scare me aside from snakes, spiders and the unwanted creepy crawly bug. But invincibility is only a cheat code for gamers and something I no longer delude myself into thinking I possess.Sun Valley Beach3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes
I'm getting ahead of myself. Sun Valley Beach isn't actually a beach. It was more of an oversized swimming pool that called itself a beach to attract the landlocked people of metro-Atlanta, Georgia. This "beach" had various sorts of water slides and little kiddy areas. They couldn't call it a water park because, as my best friend Larissa used to say, "Water parks have enough rides to go on all day. This is just a YMCA with extra whistles." She was right about the water park part but I'd say it was more like a lake whose owner tried to turn it into a water park and got bored half way through.
As usual every year my family bought season passes for the summer along with several other of our friends. Almost every weekday we pulled into the par