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 42 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 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 23 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 Scheme - Part 1The SchemeThe Scheme - Part 13 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 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 32 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 dream"Almost there," I encouraged myself on my way to school. I thought back to make sure that I had finished all my homework. Yup, I had completed it all, although I need some help on a few math problems.The dream3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I walked I looked up at the sky. For some reason the sky seemed really bleak. It was dark, like in horror films. Something didn't feel quite right. As I looked at the clouds, droplets of rain landed on my face.
"Great" I muttered sarcastically. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail so that I could put on my hood. Normally I liked the rain, just not when I was walking to and from school.
Approaching the school, I noticed how empty it looked. Normally there were kids gathered at the front of the school by this time. Maybe they had all gone and found shelter inside their classrooms, but I still felt a little uneasy.
I stopped. For a moment I felt nauseous. I squeezed my eyes shut and fell to my knees. After a few seconds the nausea went away and I was able to stand up again.
My eyes widen
ThemEnough. . . enoughThem6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sick and tired
of lies and twists.
Just let me be
who I am. Please.
The obligation. The manipulation.
Enough... enough of this.
The shame. And the blame.
Sick and tired of all this.
Why do you do this
Compare me to a
murderer, disgrace to the family.
Abandonment of society.
Why do you make me into bad
when all I wanna be is myself at that.
Do you even realize what you do?
You can't love me
and hate my sexuality
it's a part of me.
dont you get it?
twist it. hide it. lie about it?
Why would you do this to me.
I am just sick and tired of all this.
No ma' am. No compromises.
This doesnt work like that.
A fact is a fact. It is and thats that.
And I am who I am. Thats that.
You cant buy me. You cant change me.
It is just how it works with me. Sorry.
You are disgusted by me
sad but true.
You pay me to wear a dress
BY THE GODS
what is wrong with you.
You send the pictures to
Lucid LullabiesSweet little Clara,Lucid Lullabies6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What is your damage?
I see you have trouble
Let me sing a story for you;
It may not be familiar
But try to follow along, and
For a moment
How would it sound?
And the hammer fell down
Against the rhythm of
A beating heart
Slowly beginning to drift away
You'll be overcome and gone
As the cracking lyrics
Through all your worries
Give a sigh for the final relief
I'll whisper the last note in your ear
And the tune will resonate inside your head
Impaling your dreams
On lucid lullabies
The Valley of DeathWhile I was walking through the valley of death the wind did whistle behind me.The Valley of Death6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still, I kept moving forward, hoping to somehow find the light of day.
I somehow stumbled upon a battle field, with the victims still laying in their dying decay.
The wind still whistled behind me as I made my way.
Though I never looked down, I could see them. All of them.
Death had taken a deadly toll on these poor men.
My footprints became heavy in the mud, and my energy was growing low.
Would I become the next victim? Would the valley now claim me too?
With my body growing weak, my breath growing slow, I stopped myself and stood in the now falling snow.
The snow started down gently and started to cover the men. Soon there would be nothing left, the valley of death would have won.
I started to move again, my steps still heavy, when I heard something from below me, a faint whisper coming from the snow.
I went to the small whisper and bent down to see. It was one of the men, the valley of death had not take
Who will remember?Long gone and undergroundWho will remember?6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rolling in the dust of our bones
Every last spark of life extinguished
By the tears of this crying earth
Who will remember me?
As the sky falls down
And unleashes its wrath of pastels
A blanket, warming our screaming planet
Silenced only by the ignorance of mankind
Who will remember me?
As the last tree is devoured
Exhumed shamelessly by the God above
No sound will move the air
And no one will remember.
For the PrincessI seek....For the Princess6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For so long I've sought to overcome loneliness.
That dark hollow in the center of my heart,
eating away at my soul.
I carry my sword in hand....
It trembles, wanting to slay those that oppose me.
A sinful forge bearing the fruit of death.
I seek you princess, for only you are the one
who can purify me and bring honor to my blade.
Your touch, your gentle caress, brings my heart joy
and the enlightenment brings damnation to my loneliness.
I seek you princess, for you give my blade purpose.
Those who wish to harm you, to take you from me,
shall feel the wrath of my blade that protects you,
for no mere speck of dust shall ruin your divinity.
I sense you now....
You are near....
Gentle tears flow down dust ravaged cheeks.
How long has it been since I felt such emotion?
You stand there in all your glory, in all your beauty.
Yet it's enough.... not a word be said, for that look
in your eyes tells me....
....that you love me....
PerfectionI want to be perfect.Perfection6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is what I always thought.
I want to have their life, I want to be them.
Is what Ive spent my life wishing for.
Their life is perfect and mine is not.
I wanted my life to be as perfect as theirs was.
I wanted to be happy and carefree with a smile always upon my face.
Those were childish dreams and wishes.
Now I can see with age and wisdom,
That no one is perfect.
Perfection is this distant object which no one seems to reach,
It gets so close and then slips from our grasp.
Not one life is perfect,
Everyone has problems which they learn to hide so well,
A mask to confront the world.
Each person, no matter how hard they try,
Has a skeleton waiting to be set free.
And I thought it was just me.
Everyone has been stepped on and beaten.
Bruised and battered.
We are each hurt and jaded.
Hearts broken with promises that didnt last,
How does everyone seem to last?
In this world so cruel, so cold.
We cling to those close to us
452743-KarolinaKarolina stared out of her window and dreamed. She dreamed of who she could be, and who was missing her.452743-Karolina6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She did this every morning. It was the best way to start her day.
She didn't know who she was, she only knew what they called her. Mostly they called her prisoner 452743. But sometimes they called her Karolina. She didn't like being a number. When she asked, politely, if they could stop referring to her as one they did so. She is in an S Lock-Down facility. A place for putting people who have far too much innate power to go to a normal prison. But she can't recall why. She doesn't remember the trial, or the verdict. She can't even remember what it is that she does that got her put in here rather than a normal prison.
She has a pen pal on the outside. A high school student, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old.
I Don't Understand... - FFYDI Don't Understand... - FFYD6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was born to a reputable breeder.
Smallest of a litter of five.
They dubbed me the runt, and said that I was useless.
You saved me, and took me home with you.
I slept on the end of your bed.
And kept you warm on those cold winter nights.
I woke you up, and told you
When the bad man was taking your car.
I dried your tears,
When you grandma died.
I was well behaved
Most of the time.
One day, some people came.
They backed away from me
As if they were scared.
I didnt understand.
They talked to you.
For a long time.
I sat at your feet.
And kept you company.
When they went away,
You seamed uneasy.
And when they came back,
You started to cry.
I licked the tears from your eyes.
I didnt like seeing you sad.
They shoved me in a crate,
I didnt understand.
Now here I lay.
On this cold, hard table.
What am I doing here?
Where are you?
She pulls out a needle.
Am I getting immunised?
She starts to cry.
I dont understand.
I feel a pinch
Its in my leg.
KH the BeginningKH The BeginningKH the Beginning3 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
Youretalkingaboutmygeneration?What happened to make the girls get pinkerYouretalkingaboutmygeneration?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the boys get faster?
The elderly got stronger,
- We dont carry their things
Weeks got shorter and nights got longer,
T.V. got louder
And the radio cried
Somebody steals somebodys boyfriend,
And its somehow their own fault - they didnt put out
Were fourteen years old and we act like the starlets
Who sleep with the press and drink with their dads.
Our baby brothers go off to pre-school,
Wondering if mums car is better than yours.
We look like a mob and were loyal each day
But you shake us
You sway us
- Each night ends the same
If we hear a siren we dont turn around,
We just sit in the fast lane at eight Ks per hour,
Drinking cheap spirits, ignoring the rules
What is this generation going to do?
Still, why do you blame us for what we didnt do?
MTV made us, we dont think for ourselves,
How can you blame us - look at the world!
Just look at the men whore six
LunarLunar; it's brightness fading,Lunar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
purity slowly shading.
Flawed against the night;
velvety blackness unright.
Eclipse at two five two,
shadows past it flew,
where the earth and sun combine as one
the moon's own brightness is undone.
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.5 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
GuiltGuilty of the thought.Guilt2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Guilty of the want.
Guilty of the planning.
no action has come of it.
I've gained control,
What will be of the next?
I Am My Own MonsterI am my own monster--I Am My Own Monster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My own frankenstein, who's
visage sickens me in the way
that I am aware. Up to now,
few have loved me, and for those
few, great adoration and fear
is given. Great sadness.
Sometimes I look in the mirror
and I see a person, sometimes
I look in the window, and see
hands, always cautious, reaching
out to protect me from a fall,
not relaxed at my side, like a human.
Sometimes I look at a picture and
see beauty, sometimes I look in
a doorway and see feet dragging,
persistently limping me forward,
forever signaling to the world: I'm not normal.
Sometimes I look at my job and think "succesful".
And then I see my crouched gait and I think "Igor".
And though my body portrays youth, I think, "rotted".
Who could ever love me besides my creators?
Who would I dare ask love me? I desire it.
My hands are clumsy, my balance weak,
my legs tire, move short and slow--
my eyes slowly fail me, my mouth prattles on.
Only my heart is normal to feel emotion,
to writhe and dream, curse an
FROZENI still remember the cold that cut my skin,FROZEN3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a scarlet slash against my perishable paleness,
I sat among the corpses of dead things, a
statue rotting into nothingness, I existed
without a voice, my lips too numb to even
blow a kiss, it was cold enough to freeze
Hell where I sat, blue in my own Solitude,
I could not move from my frozen prison-but
my tears still fell, freed from some left
over emotion melting away my resolution,
they fell silent and slow until they turned
to snow with my Hope and Love, leaving my
face frozen once more, still I stayed and
played my frozen part, but as I tuned the
strings of my song my fingers were bitten
dumb, and the notes turned into snowflakes
drifting away, and I could not follow for
my soul was frozen, as frozen as my lifeblood,
as frozen as my heartbeat, even these words
are slow in coming as if my muse is half-
frozen, stuck in the hell of my insane hours,
so I sit here, alone and frozen in my immortality.
January 28, 2010
WhoamiIn love we have lostWhoami3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
strength carries us through the pain,
but scars never heal.