GardenWith the call of the morning mist, flowers begin there bloom. Held high towards the skies like puppets suspended over the ground by puppeteers, the flowers danced lazily with the wind. Butterflies, amongst the other insects that inhabited the beautiful garden, fluttered to the pedals of these devious blossoms. The sun spread its warmth over the soil, and with its intense glare it shined off of the threads of a perfect spider web; making sparkles shine abruptly at the stems of the flowers from where it hung. The prosperity of the garden was wicked and sublime, and the rusty metal bars that fenced it now held no barrier to its growth. Birds hummed along to the liveliness of the episode, listening to the soil for worms and other meals. Cockroaches lay dawdling under the shade of the flowers, which now leaned towards them with the push of the wind, beratingly. The scent of each flower fused together and drifted to the sky; and on a personal note, the scent was absolutely alluriGarden7 years ago in Horror
Nonno's GardenIt’s strange to think that you’re not here anymore.Nonno's Garden3 years ago in Emotional
I remember when we were younger and we’d arrive to see you. The first place we’d go was to the window, pressing our faces against the glass to try and catch a glimpse of you. We’d look out, and you’d be there. Like you always were. In the garden.
Each trip was different, an adventure. There were rows of neatly sown lettuce seeds, bean stalks twice as tall as we were, ripe strawberries just waiting to be found by our greedy little fingers. Tomatoes would be taken and made into sauce, lemons would be squeezed to create limoncello, grapes transformed into a sticky grape jelly which tasted of summer and childhood dreams.
I kneel down and gently touch the small weeds which are beginning to sprout. I can feel the soft, moist soil. I remember your weathered hands sifting through it, removing the weeds that now grow from the ground. It’s hard to believe that I’m now alone, in the place whe
The Garden In the beginning god created the heaven and Earth. Some say it took six days, others say it took billions of years, and god says to both of them 'you weren't there so shut up.' But I digress, after creating the Earth god created life to inhabit it, because why work your butt off to paint a masterpiece if there's nobody to appreciate it. Plants, animals, and many more creatures were made. And after that the platypus was made out of the leftover parts. But they didn't stop to complement the almighty on its hard work, so god decide to kick it up a notch.The Garden5 years ago in Short Stories
After some trial and error, man was born. God looked upon his work and called him Adam. God and Adam really hit it off so god made him a nice lush terrarium to live in and called it the Garden of Eden.
The GardenThe flower was the most beautiful one she had ever seen!The Garden3 years ago in Short Stories
That’s what Denise’s first thought was as she first laid eyes on it. She hadn’t visited the garden in her small town’s park for quite some time – she spent most of her summer off from teaching working in her own garden. When she wasn’t on her knees in the soil pulling weeds and planting bulbs, the 39-year-old high school history teacher spent her days in her backyard pool, or laying out in the hot sun, reading and working on her tan.
This hot, sunny day in July had started much like all the rest for Denise; she got up, made herself coffee and breakfast, then she went out into her garden for a while. She had flowerbeds in the front and both sides of her Cape Cod-style house, and a garden in the backyard, with sunflowers, lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, and other vegetables as well. It made her proud anytime someone driving or walking past her house would slow down or stop to
Galaxy Garden, by Lone.Galaxy Garden, by Lone.4 years ago in Editorial
Ahh, electronic music. The possibilities of sound through manipulation is endless, creating emotions and states of mind solely on how human perceives it. Lovely idea, isn't it?
Enter Matt Cutler, a Nottingham music producer better known as Lone, and Galaxy Garden is his 5th LP. Now, Lone plays a style of footwork/juke music that is somewhat tropical and upbeat, despite being slathered in trance vibes. His music can be dropped into the 90's decade with his style of melody and tempo, with so much colorful work and amazing and shiny production, you'd think you were listening to a rainbow emanating from the reflection of a mirror. Bad comparison, but the music is such a great listen if you're a fan of footwork music.
The album shines heaviest when Cutler actually features other musicians on his music, namely Machinedrum, another outstanding footwork/juke producer, such as the track 'As a Child'. The synths are so dreamy with the mix of looped soothing guitar melodies and scrambling drum be
The First Xenonaut: A Garden Slug StoryThe First Xenonaut: A Garden Slug StoryThe First Xenonaut: A Garden Slug Story4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes
Natasha Kowalski was enjoying a deep snooze when the ship went down. She became dimly aware of a grinding vibration and then heard a chorus of mingled screams. They were almost enough to bring her to full alertness, but not quite. Even after her body was launched forward, slamming against her seat restraints and then lurching back and forth, she wasn't fully aware of what was happening. Then everything was entirely still, and the voices which had been momentarily stifled began to babble and murmur from all sides. She opened her eyes and turned groggily towards Nathan, wondering why he looked so funny, his mouth hanging open and his hands working furiously.
"What... what was that?"
"Are you kidding? We've gone down, we're down! Down!"
Why was he so excited?
"On the surface! Down on the surface!"
What a funny word.
KM: A Kiss In The Black GardenA Kiss In The Black Garden-WritingKM: A Kiss In The Black Garden7 years ago in General
You may have the upper hand Yusei but not any more! Field Spell activate: Black Rose Garden! I yelled. Your monster is finished! Black Rose Dragon attack! Dark red twisted vines shot from the fierce dragon. The vines smashed ferociously through the monster and went for Yusei.
AAAHHHHH!!! He yelled. They knocked him into the air. I herd the vines snap as they whipped his body. I saw blood run down his arms. Then he dropped to the earth like bloody rock.
Yusei! That was an accident! Sorry! He didnt move. I started to worry. He usually gets up and reassures me that hes ok. Yusei? I herd a moan. He lifted his arm into the air. It was almost completely coated in blood. Then it fell back to the cement floor. Yusei! I ran up to him. Yusei Im so sorry. I picked him up in my arms. I helped him to his feet. I put his arm around my shoulder and I did the same wi
Naga!CanadaxReader: Flower Garden pt1This is just part one of a 2pt series so dont expect it to go to farNaga!CanadaxReader: Flower Garden pt13 years ago in Short Stories
Ps: the next part will be a lemon :33
Tossing in bed you pulled the covers over your head, the light seeping in through your shades had hit your face, waking you up. You grumbled trying to go back to sleep but you just couldn't. You were one of those people who once they were awake it was pretty much impossible to go back to sleep. Giving up you threw the blankets off and sat up. Rubbing your eyes of the sleepies you jumped off the bed and headed for the closet. Pulling out a plain (f/c) t-shirt and some shorts you quickly stripped your night clothes and put the ones you had just taken out on. Pulling on a pair of rainbow socks along with some cute rubber boots. You then proceeded to walk off to the kitchen. Having your regular morning breakfast you let out a sigh. You were still really sleepy but you needed to tend to your garde
Secret GardenSecret Garden5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Title: Secret Garden
Characters: Kurama, Shiori
Rating: K (All Ages)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.
"Shuichi, I didn't know you had a garden."
Kurama had to mentally stay his physical urge to whip around to see who had spoken. That was the first flag of a guilty conscious. Instead he took his time, so when he turned to face his mother he looked calm and composed, just as Shuichi always did.
"It's something new," he replied, smiling warmly at her. He didn't like to lie to her generally, but when that lie could protect her life he had no choice. It was better that way. Even if he had cut all ties with Youko, there was still danger that would find him. The less she knew the better.
Shiori walked into his room, setting the basket of clothes she had been holding on the floor before coming over to the window. The plants were arranged neatly on a window sill box facing the backyar
Garden [Loki x Reader (pt35)]Turns out it didn't matter which option you picked, because before you could open your mouth Loki grabbed you by the hand and took you down through the Labyrinth, saying, "Actually, I have a better idea. Let's go for a walk. You've been inside all morning and there is no better place for a walk than inside a giant maze!"Garden [Loki x Reader (pt35)]3 years ago in Short Stories
"Oh, okay. Sounds legit," you said, stumbling along behind him through the glittery walls. You nearly tripped over a root that snagged your foot and your hand slipped out of his. "Ah! Slow down!"
He turned around, steadying you by the shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...hah, I did say walk, didn't I. Not sprint."
"Yeah, like what?" you laughed, shaking him off and taking two exaggerated steps forward from the roots. "Do you have a specific destination or something?"
Loki smiled softly. "Well...yes. As strange as this place is, and as twisted, there is a beautiful, nearly untouched garden--oh, it's only the most beautiful thing in the universe. Besides you. Now let's go,
Oberon's Garden: PrologueOberons Palace, Titania. 7:00 Morning (by Elf Time)Oberon's Garden: Prologue7 years ago in Fantasy
Deep, deep under Oberons palace at the bottom of a nearly endless spiral staircase, near the very base of the World Tree, is a dungeon, which lay dusty, dark, and dank. The dungeon had existed ever since the places creation eons ago by a previous ruler. It had been used briefly during one of the numerous wars the elves engaged in, then when a more practical jail system was put into place, it fell into disuse. Eventually, most of the elves simply forgot a dungeon even existed in the palace. And, since it was not considered a significant detail, very few people outside the palace are even aware of existence and even those in the palace see no significance to it.
These kinds of places have a powerful ominous atmosphere that seems to naturally attract villains, plotters, and just crazy people in general. It should come as no surprise that, on this particular day, the old stone doors of the dungeon are opened by Oberon h
The Dismal GardenThe Dismal Garden9 years ago in Fantasy
There once was a beautiful and luscious garden, filled with muted grays and pastels. Oh, the taste of the sweetest leaves that grew around a mound of brush and twine. What could become of such temptation?
The girl, so soft and white. She had eyes and hair of coal, as black as the stray passing by. Her lips were those of a doll. Velvety red rose petals. But it wasn't the roses she fancied.
She was drawn to the leaves of a strangely colored flower, entwined around a tell of vines and grasses. The flowers, so black they almost mirrored with her eyes. The petals topped with yellow trodden speckles. She was drawn to the leaves and couldn't help but sample their delights.
A swallow perched nearby and began to speak. He told her that the flowers were sordid blooms from the tomb. She was puzzled at the silly talk of the bird and listened as he continued with his story. He explained that the catacombs stood below the beautiful garden, and a mysterious growth of the speckled flowers emerged from
In Jomoko's GardenIn Jomoko’s GardenIn Jomoko's Garden3 years ago in Short Stories
This story is a work of fiction. The events portrayed may or may not have happened. There is no sexual or erotic content in this story whatsoever. Any similarity between the characters and any person, living or dead, or existing characters is coincidental and unintentional References to spiritual beliefs are fictional, and not intended to suggest any actual religion or faith system at all. Dorain © 2013.
In the mid 21st Century, Johannesburg, South Africa, buildings had become the dominant sight to see. From small brick tenements to gleaming spires of glass and steel, there was little space to be found for parks and recreation areas. Those that did exist were filled with dozens of people, crammed tight together with little room to do much moving around. That is why two young boys were so astounded to stumble across an empty basketball court at the end of a dark, twisting alley.
The odd outlines on the walls of a chubby, sitting man of some
In The Garden of BeastsIn The Garden of Beasts3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I didn't ask for this. I would never wish this upon anyone. All the pain and sadness I feel at this moment is beyond my own comprehension. When was the last time I ever got this upset about someone before? I would give anything to make the pain go away. It's unbearable.
My shaking hand touches his chest. His breaths come slowly and are almost unnoticeable. His eyes look at me as though nothing is wrong. He gives me a slight smile which makes me burst into tears. I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and cry into his favorite jacket. I feel his hand gently stroke my hair, which only makes me grip tighter. He lightly chuckles.
"Don't choke me to death, Ib. I want to be with you just a bit longer." He jokes. I sit up and look at him, trying to make an angry face through my tears, which only makes him laugh more. He lifts his hand to my face and strokes my cheek with his thumb. I press against his hand, feeling his cool palm against my burning cheek.
"Why'd you give her your rose, Garry?"
green is goldI remember when she was a bird.green is gold6 years ago in General Fiction
They gave her a room under the earth, and all year round she sat between the walls and the ceiling and the floor and struck her flint fingers together, burning cinnamon sticks to stifle the dying leaf smell of her.
One day another girl with fire in her long wheat-blonde hair walked in through a new door and said "I am the last days of summer" and she reached for the girl's hand but the girl couldn't hold on. She said "you are not strong enough" and the summer-girl walked out of the room. The next day she was back, and held on, and let go. This time she left at the girl's feet feathers filled with ink and paint made of berries and lead.
Because there wasn't canvas the girl took the paint in her hands and smeared it on her chin and neck and arms, her nerves smouldering at the toxin's touch. Once her skin was bright and golden and her hair the thick colour of liquorice, she took the inky feather in her hand and wr
No God - No Atheists"If there were no God, there would be no atheists." G.K. ChestertonNo God - No Atheists5 years ago in Philosophical
"That's stupid!" you say.
"Not true," says I. This statement, in and of itself, provides proof for the existence of God. I know that, if you are a non-believer, you will instantly dismiss this quote. Your beliefs are quite firm, after all, and what can shake them? You question the existence of God, but you don't really want an answer. An answer will prove you wrong. However, if you are willing to read on, I think you'll find that the question of rather or not God exists isn't one of fact or fiction. It's true, and I shall illustrate how simply using this quote.
Perhaps I should put this quote into a different perspective. Here is one of the same theme by C. S. Lewis: "If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark."
The view behind this is simple: If ther
The Slender ManThere's something living in my backyard. I'm not sure what it is. Sometimes I hear it in the middle of the night, playing with the windmill in front of my window.The Slender Man6 years ago in Horror
I don't dare open the curtains. I'm afraid. But I hear it, tiny footsteps with a wide gait climbing up the metal framing with sounds so different from the clackity clack of the windmill's blades. The windmill shouldn't be working though. We had tied it up with rope. It doesn't make a sound in the day and the rope stays taught. But in the night all existence of the rope vanishes as the owner of those tiny footsteps continues to play with it, again and again with that clackity clack, clackity clack.
The windmill has such a stark contrast against my house, painted with light yellows and flowerly indigos. The windmill is brown, rust, blackening. When we first moved to the house everything had looked so different and run down. There had been rotting trees and the smell of dead things. When the doors of the cottage next door had be
EnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was YouEnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was You4 years ago in Short Stories
EnglandxFairy!Reader- Till There Was You
"I would love a woman who is like a fairy in that she is innocent and kind, and she loves me for who I am." Arthur Kirkland
Your wings felt heavy as you tried to find a nice place to take a nap. You had worked hard all spring in order to make the flowers bloom nicely for summer and you were exhausted; especially since you worked through last night to get everything done on time! Pollinating the flowers was such a tiring task- even with the help of the hardworking bees- but you were happy that your job had gone well. All of the flowers looked wonderful now!
You were relieved when you finally found a house out here in the vast English countryside and you landed on one of the white windowsills nearest you. The faint heat of the rising sun felt wonderful on your tiny, worn out body, and you lied down on the warm white wood.
Before you could drift off into much-needed sleep, you smelled something wonderful coming from the side of the hou
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."How It Began2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
Secret GardenWe heard voices in the distance but I was pretty sure no one could see us. She pulled her lips up to mine. We were close, hovered there for a moment... Then we met. Softly and slowly, but passionate and intense. There, in our secret garden, nobody could break us apart. There was no more anger, nobody to laugh or stare, just the love we felt for each other, alone together, in our secret garden.Secret Garden5 years ago in Short Stories
Eden's AngelI knew the old stories. The first man and woman had disobeyed, and so they had been driven out of paradise. An angel had been placed in paradise to guard the tree.Eden's Angel3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I never heard any stories saying he left the garden.
I went to find the tree, to see if it really was worth getting kicked out of paradise. I’d seen the Fountain of Youth, Atlantis, and the Holy Grail. This was the next big thing. It was the edge of the Earth and beyond. It was further than Davy Jones’ Locker. It was paradise.
Some people told me the Holy Grail and the Fountain of Youth were the same thing. If you drank from the Holy Grail, you wouldn’t die. If you drank from the Fountain of Youth, you wouldn’t die. But I’ve seen them before. The Holy Grail is an ugly brown wooden cup. The Fountain of Youth isn’t more than a pool of stale water in the middle of a cave in South America. Atlantis was less of a disappointment, but it wanted to remain hidden. So I ventured out for the Garden o
what have you done to meyou're ripping my eyes from my sockets, parading around town, sullen identities melting from your sodden fingers. you're a pro creation, destroying eternity, practicing masochistic fairy tales i've told centurieswhat have you done to me6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
from now, under willow trees you hung dead children from. caressing tombstone head boards, we're lying with the dirt and breathing with the worms. i've sunk so low, the sky isn't blue, the grass isn't green, we're
burrowed in under a hundred years of mary sues and gary stus, i'm a suspender wearing, heart wrenching, grave digging
i'm cringing behind closed doors, spreading coffins like god split the grand canyon, like humans split the ozone layer. i'm burying you behind the taj mahal, beside the nile river, under the eiffel tower. this isn't
the fucking garden of eden. and you are devouring all the fruit of sin that
The Garden Shed 'I know it's over, still I cling, I don't know where else I can go...'The Garden Shed3 years ago in Short Stories
- The Smiths.
'What have I become? My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end'
- Johnny Cash.
'I don't want to be stranded again, on my own,
when the tide comes in, and pulls me below the surface'
The shed in the back garden sat proud. It was surrounded by those it cherished: scarlet red roses, scented purple lavender and grass cut to perfection. The shed was their protector and was completely content, watching over them with incomparable happiness and love. The only indication of its age could be observed by a couple of small imperfections. Its glass eye
Arapahos in the GardensArapahos in the Gardens3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes
Once he made his point, we stopped in a border town called Nuevo Laredo. It was an odd stop. We slid out of the car into heat, dazzled by colors--reds and yellows screamed, and blues looked like something in an electric dream. We smiled at each other. Suddenly, we were tourists.
After a brief sit-down in shade to eat Mexican food, I just as suddenly found myself alone. Following a quiet, private conference between my father-in-law John and husband Midge, with a few reassurances and winks tossed my way, John and Midge disappeared for some minutes. I sat on a low, white-washed adobe wall and kept my eyes open. I nervously considered the situation. Did John and Midge have to make some final arrangements about the ranch we were going to? Did they go to a bar or one of those girlie shows d