ItM - Simon - 12A Sign of the PastItM - Simon - 128 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I turned eight, my parents sat me down and explained why we were different than the vampires and the humans. At the time I didnt really care, since all of my friends were werewolves, and the school I went was a werewolf school. The news that there were other human-type beings out there was surprising, so I became fascinated with who was which kind.
The vampires were just other creatures like us, more or less. They had their abilities, their ways of defending themselves, and their unique eating habits. They were pretty much indestructible, unless they were injured and the bleeding couldnt be stopped. A lot of vampire deaths occurred when bleeding injuries werent stopped in time. Maybe thats how Erins parents died.
The humans seemed interesting because of their mortality. They could be hurt and killed so easily, and their fragility was something new to experience. Of course, my father had to hold me back when I said I wanted to
The Sound of HeatIf heat was a colour, it would be the colour of a sunset.The Sound of Heat8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If heat was an emotion, it would be love or anger or passion.
If heat had a sound...
Heat is many different sounds...
The sound of a flute on a low tone
The sound of the vibrato
The sound of a cello or a violin
Heat is the sound of a trumpet
The sound of a beautiful voice
The sound of a guitar
The voice of heat can change...
It can be welcoming, loving, passionate.
Or it can be hateful, spiteful, cruel.
Or exciting, vigorous, joyful.
Heat can be inviting one second
But in an instant it can be bitter
Like the strongest sandstorms of the desert.
Heat sings many different songs...
The poping of popcorn in a microwave
The shining of the stars
The blaze and burning of a fireball
The flicker of a candle
Yet also the bite of a snake with venom
Or even the scream of hatred itself
Heat is a master of disguise
The belle of the ball in a masquerade
Yet forever fighting
::She LOVES Fruit:Part II::On Tuesday, I caught her in the lunch line and placed an orange, bumpy fruit into her palm.::She LOVES Fruit:Part II::7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She looked up at me and smiled widely.
Thank you, she blushed.
All I could do was smile and nod. Taking my own fruit into my hand, I walked to my tree where I could peel my prize in peace.
She really seemed to enjoy the things I brought for her. Lucky guess I mused. I had hoped that she would enjoy the other fruits that I had waiting for her at home as much as she enjoyed these.
I looked up after a bit, tearing into the fleshy interior of my orange foe, and saw her sitting down at her table with her girlfriends, doing the same.
She bit into a piece and looked up at me. She smiled even wider than before until her friend noted something, making her blush and laugh.
I ripped the skin to pieces and pressed the remains in between my fingers and chuckled to myself. My own thoughts about the redness in her cheeks cause mine to echo hers.
What were they talking about? Was it about me and how