The Scheme - Part 1The SchemeThe Scheme - Part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was mid-afternoon, and Marvin and Harry were in their hideout, looking over the plans to a large villa. Harry marked several windows and the front door. "The security system is going to be a problem, but once we take care of that, we have an in," Marvin said, scratching the back of his head. Harry barely heard him. He was too busy thinking of all the money he would be getting. A small-time criminal like himself was way better off with a professional like Marvin. After a moment, Harry said: "The parents are gone for most of the day, so it should be relatively easy to get the cameras in place. Which of the children are we going to use?"
"Isn't it obvious? The girl is 19, the eldest boy 17. The other is 13. His mind will be the easiest to crack." A dubious smile crossed his lips. "After we have him, the others will follow suit. Let's get to work."
Harry was slightly nervous. He had not done this sort of thing before, and a public school was definitely not his place of choice
The Scheme - Part 4Slowly, her fingers slid across the paper of the photo book. It was covered in dust. She had always intentionally left that particular photo book at the back of her bookcase. The book contained pictures of a long time ago, a time before she was forced to return to work as a teacher to make sure that she'd maintain a steady income. Her previous husband had been very rich, so she still had some money stashed away, but she had never wanted to touch it again afterThe Scheme - Part 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pictures had lost a bit of their color, but were still clear enough. She looked for one in particular. Wedding photos honeymoon .dinner .another dinner cinema .There it was: the picture that someone else had taken, the picture showing them together. She was sure of it now. This was where she had seen the man before. "I finally found you again, Alex," she muttered to herself, "I am coming to help you." A soft thud marked the closing of the photo book. She had already looked up the address and was
The Scheme - Part 3Water splashed into Harry's face. This day had begun so well, but now it was rapidly turning into the worst day of his life. Had Marvin been telling the truth? Or was he just bluffing? He had to be bluffing. "There's no way he could have hypnotized me too, not without me knowing it anyway," he said aloud, trying very hard to convince himself of that. The truth was that he really did not know. He himself had taken only a few minutes to mesmerize the little boy, and that boy seemed to retain no memories when Harry had commanded him to forget. That was when something occurred to Harry. All he had to do was hypnotize Marvin too, defeat him with his own weapons. And he knew just the way to do it: the computer program! But just as he was about to go back into the room to convince Marvin to do a test-run of the program, he heard something from downstairs. One of the others was coming home.The Scheme - Part 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do it," Marvin said, looking in amusement as Tim fell to his knees, bowing down in reverence. He smirke
The Scheme - Part 2Somewhat later that same day, Tim was cycling home. He couldn't quite remember why, but he had an important meeting there, so he hurried along. It was nearly three when he got to his house. Harry was already waiting near the front gates to Tim's house. Marvin was in the car overlooking the same gate. He had headphones on, so he could hear every word Harry would say.The Scheme - Part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello again, Tim," Harry said. Tim couldn't quite remember where he had met the strange man before, but he seemed very familiar. Harry pulled the silver necklace with the diamond out of his pocket again, and Tim's eyes were immediately transfixed on it. The boy had immediately frozen in place, staring intently at the diamond. Harry grinned. "Very good, Tim," he said, "You are once again in a state of trance, only this time it will be much deeper than before. Every time I give you a command, it will feel good to obey. Obeying will make you go even deeper and feel even better. Do you understand?"
A hollow "yes" sounded from
the Angels in the Streets.It is said that angels are seen once or twice in a life time. It is said that an angel will pass by you on the streets.the Angels in the Streets.7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
He will be the kindly old man, sitting on the park bench with his beret hanging limply over his gnarled nose. His eyes will be a startling blue; his hair will be a thin, waspish, wispy blond. His face will tilt towards you as you pass, and in those eyes will be the crying, wrenching screams of thousands of hurt loved ones. His glazed eyes will beg for help, but everyone who passes will be too busy. Too busy to lend a helping heart for such a sweet soul, one that took in so much pain. And for what? To watch the death of the men and women he had sheltered underneath his broken wings? As you pass you will think, I should have stopped to console him, help him feel good, do something to at least make contact with him. But your feet will not turn around, for fear for knowledge that as soon as you turn around, he will have already spread his featherless
APH Ciche uczucie SuFinAPH Ciche uczucie SuFin4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wędrówka przez śniegi i zaspy nie należy do najprzyjemniejszych. Zwłaszcza gdy trzeba maszerować prędko, by nadążyć za swoim niezbyt rozmownym towarzyszem podróży, o zaciętej minie i długich nogach, stawiających wielkie kroki ponad śniegiem. Niestety taka niekoniecznie przyjemna sytuacja spotkała teraz Finlandię, który z zaciętą miną przedzierał się przez zimne zaspy, które wiatr ustawił na ich drodze.
Minęło zaledwie kilka dni od czasu gdy opuścili dom Danii kierując się w kierunku bliżej nie określonym, który później okazał się być domem Szwecji.
-M'simy go przygot'wać- odparł na pytanie dlaczego idziemy do Twojego domu, Panie Szwedku?" któr
Melancholy of a goodbyeIn times of grief, the righteousness of the heartMelancholy of a goodbye5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is measured by the shade of pale of the face;
and there is no grief like a goodbye.
Even the snow couldn't feel more melancholic;
the tears that freeze in the sky
fall down on our shoulders,
and it's the coldness that touches us.
And the knowledge that my face
couldn't be much paler.
Final ThoughtsFinal Thoughts12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could repent my dissent and prevent my descent
but I meant to pretend in the end, it made sense.
But the end should have come a long time ago,
we both just held on, although we both know
that we are no longer two peas in a pod,
two bees with a job, you see it's just wrong.
I can't be the guy who just cheers from the yard,
invite me inside, you'll see it's not hard.
My love was a gift, I gave it to you,
my hopes and my dreams, betrayed them for you.
Yes we are different, from two separate worlds,
with you being highbrow and me being poor.
You told me "no matter, I could care less",
now three years gone, it's all a fair mess.
It really does hurt me, although I can't show it.
I really do love you, although you can't know it.
All that I wanted was more of your time,
I loved being with you relaxed and reclined.
Just hearing you breathe was plenty for me,
but you wanted silence, no petting from me.
I guess in the end all our differences won,
so go with the moon, I'll stay for the sun...
shift.if nothing is real, then i'll be your nothing.shift.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to kiss your forehead in your dreams
and whisper your name during sleep.
i will be the knock on your window
when it's cold outside
and no one's there.
because the truth is i'm not sure i've
ever been real. and even if i am,
i don't know if i'd like to be.
reality is so controversial,
i don't want to be a part of it anymore.
when i was little, i thought mint
tasted like sadness. a sort of stinging
sensation, and then cool numbness.
and nutmeg was calm; sort of sweet,
but with an implacable tang.
remember how we used to write
notes to each other? little love letters,
trying to pretend we could beat the odds?
i wish i hadn't burned those.
i wish i hadn't done a lot of things,
because in the end, nothing changed.
except, it has.
not you, though. you've never changed.
always a half-there enigma-
bird in flight, edward scissor-hands without the bite.
we haven't changed either-
still clinging to each other like leeches
sucking the soul from the o
My Little FriendYou are as pale as mirrors,My Little Friend5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tiny as a baby's finger.
You are so kind in your caresses,
Splitting the air to stroke me.
Silently you seduce me,
Your triumph is in my cracked breath of anticipation.
Then release comes in glory,
Breath let out through concentrating fingertips.
You are an artist of your own right,
Just as I am with my feeble words.
I nurtured you and sheltered you like a baby,
And you cared for me like a friend.
I love you,
My little friend.
MoonI will meet youMoon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the mad, mongrel moon
sways from course
and crests over the chimney tops,
leaving his shadow between our sheets.
we will make him our ardent lover,
his junkaroo smile
brimming the cusp
of our hips like swans,
the bright wasp
of his longing gaze
like a canopy of sighs
where the morning
cannot find us.
when tears won't dryFill me.when tears won't dry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feed me with your fraudulence
and enticing scents.
Let me dine greedily,
on your untruths;
butter my toast with your lies
while spoon-fed bites of fact
are spat out on the floor.
Indulge me with your honeyed whispers;
let me savor the dulcet taste of deceit.
Wash it down with sweet semblances of truth.
in your sumptuous web.
Truss me in the yarn you've knit,
in this room so dimly lit,
shielding me from illumination.
Let me tangle my fevered limbs
in your silken sheets.
with fervent falsities and
eager to accept the erroneous
for the erotic.
Captivate me with counterfeit.
Coddle me with lies.
Who wants truth
when tears won't dry?
Horses, HorsesHorses, Horses10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the window in my mind
as I watch from behind my closing eyes
with the joys of happiness dripping through my veins
I see charging violently,
With their eyes full on fire.
I see horses.
Brilliant bright lights blinding.
Horses, horses blinding me softly.
emitting from their shining bodies
and rhythm sounding powerfully
from large elegant hooves.
Bright, shining light
from their glowing silver bodies.
from brilliant black outlines.
Freedom ebbing from pulsing veins
reverting back toward my gaze
feelings of wonder.
bright and shining,
free and wild.
They gallop from within my weak grip
And disappear as I awaken my eyes
To view their full, great beauty.
But they have gone.
They have flown.
Stretching out powerful strides
running from this mist,
that surrounds me.
They have gone.
Left me alone.
They were horses, horses
Free before my eyes.
On fire with beauty
KH the BeginningKH The BeginningKH the Beginning5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Long before the heartless were obscure shadows who feed on hearts, they were peaceful magical light creatures; their strong magic was the one that kept all the worlds united, protected, spreading affection, love, joy and hope to everyone. They were named "Guardians of light", friendly and kind hearted, good-natured, they preformed noble deeds; it was rare if any one saw them. They lived in a world separate from human kind, and in peace.
It seemed that everything was perfect, but there was a man with selfish greed who desired to have the "Guardians of light's" magical powers to control all the worlds. His name was Ascott, a very powerful magician who once was a teacher; his longing for knowledge made his greed for power grow more and more. He studied the "Guardians of light", since his magic allowed him to travel to any world. The "Guardians of light" cherished him, and treated him like their own kind, accepted him in their family, but they didn't see his gre
Unless He Can ShootAnd you, Ratcliff leered down at the young Englishman leaning against a fallen tree, a musket lying in his hands from his vain attempt to help during the attack of the savages, learn to use that thing properly. A mans not a man unless he knows how to shoot. Ratcliff walked away in a huff, his adrenaline from the recent battle increasing an ego that had already been taller than the Tower of London.Unless He Can Shoot8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Thomas gazed sheepishly down at the cold metal weapon laying his pale hands; it wasnt his fault he couldnt shoot properly. His father had never gotten around to teaching him that sort of thing. His father was always to busy trying to make a decent living in order to keep his small family off the streets. Thomas always found himself working in the stead of his mother around the house while she was off with his father. Thomas knew six dozen ways to cook with an egg, or keep cows milk fresh twice as long as most people, but he couldnt shoot a
A Demon in LoveI dreamed you left meA Demon in Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I woke up like this
Blood dipping from my fangs
Bits of meat beneath my claws
Did I at least save you from me?
My frame seems thin and frail
My wings are tattered to the point I might not fly ever again
Is this the lack of you reflected in me?
I dreamed you left me
And I woke up like this
Angry, Burning, Savage
A Demon in Love
Things...Things I don't want to hear,Things...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Things I don't want to see...
Tears come to my eyes,
Every time I breathe...
Such a torment to live in love...
With a soul barely there...
And a heart slowly shattering...
No more can I bare...
I can't stand the hurt... the pain,
Not anymore do I wish to feel what I do.
You're only a phase...
And this is my departure.
LoveLove,Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a single silent violin,
mad and wild,
in two hearts.
a phantom of a piano,
as it dwells in two bodies.
a soft brush stroke,
of two incomplete beings.
an angelic hymn,
to and fro,
in between two halves of perfection.
is what you make of it.