Lovecraftian Humor 50 Things Randolph Carter is not supposed to do, everLovecraftian Humor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. I'm not allowed to refer to myself as a Time Lord, and the Silver Key is not my TARDIS.
2. I'm not allowed to refer to the Great Race of Yith as the Great Race of Time Lords and claim that I'm an honorable member.
3. I'm not allowed to include anyone's name in the lunch menu at the cafeteria when we gather for our monthly meetings.
4. Even if said person annoys me and everyone else greatly.
5. I'm also not allowed to try and bend Rule #3 by writing the name of the person in Aklo so that only the Great Old Ones are able to read it.
6. I'm not allowed to refer to the Mi-Go as 'the talkative Fungi from Pluto'.
7. I'm not allowed to shout 'the
DEAR DAVEYDEAR DAVEY7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Hey, all you heart-beaters out there in reader-land. You may not have heard of me (y'know, if you live underground in a bomb shelter with no TV or somethin'), but I'm Maggot Boy. That's right, the superhero saviour of Sovereign City, beating back the slobbering mindless with the help of my faithful retard, Mr. Chainey! I mean, sidekick. You can call me Davey.
Anyway, you may be wondering how it is a dead guy got saddled with some kind of advice column. Stop. All you need to know is that, being a dead guy, I know absolutely everything there is to know. Period. I can totally solve any problem in the absolute best way possible, because I am a freaking genius. Especially when it comes to girls. Don't question me, 'cause I'm always right (unless you're Sam, but what does she know?).
So, send me your crap! Questions and life problems and that kinda thing. I'll t
RevelationsI saw Him rise and He does exist,Revelations3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
came and saved a sinning atheist.
Showed me light when I saw none,
paved the way for the path I'm on.
Now I know what's required of me,
the Lord has come and set me free.
With pen in hand I write this line,
and watch the stars as they realign,
Others laugh and call me names,
they'll soon perish in His flames!
None of them would take a look,
as I opened up the holy Book!
I pray and plead to join the throng,
worshipers that know Your song!
Come take me to the distant place,
insane in the arms of mad embrace!
Oh Great Lord Cthulhu!
RandomA life of miseryRandom8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Filled with tragedy
Enveloped in hatred
Tested and martyred
A life of love
Flying like a dove
Covered in satisfaction
Never ending attraction
A life of sin
Never able to win
Well known to the poor
Progenitor of the whore
A life of fancy
full of money
A house and a car
Knowing how rich you are
what is your life?
Getting Over It"Get over it"Getting Over It5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You say it as though its a choice.
Like I choose to sing the blues everyday.
You speak as though I'm in control.
Why choose to feel insane?
You think it's all so easy?
Then why feel this way in the first place?
It's not as simple as just willing it all away.
The feelings embed themselves in your brain.
Those feelings turn into thoughts,
You never want to say.
The thoughts turn to actions,
To chase the feelings away.
Its a never ending cycle
Thats not so easy to break.
The MagicianThe Magician7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know how to tempt with metaphors
and shine words like smoked glass -
hot and deliberate syllables,
teasing taboos in fertile minds,
cracking the polished surface -
all the better to beguile you with.
I love to string them like beads -
vibrant and colorful shards
that cut deep
and leave interesting scars
to flaunt at private battles.
I like to snap up letters,
phrases to undress you -
intriguing and unpredictable -
twisting them into precious amulets,
wrapping them around your heart,
all the better to adorn you with.
I love following their trail -
rich and insidious jewels -
that grab your imagination
and explode the cool eloquence of your world
into something visceral.
Love Is ThisLove is this.Love Is This5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is acceptance.
Love is being nice on the Internet.
Love is giving a homeless man a blanket.
Love is refusing payment for your art.
Love is denying yourself.
Love is giving up your seat on the bus for the elderly man and his obviously malnourished granddaughter.
Love is when she hands you an origami rose, with the brightest "Thank you, sir!" you've ever heard.
Love is a hug, whenever.
Love is sharing your food with the kid who forgot his lunch.
Love is kissing your husband.
Love is doing the same thing at his viewing.
Love is caring no matter what.
Love is outspoken.
Love is the tear that comes from bittersweet reminiscence.
Love is the feeling.
Love is raising the Pokémon you like -- not the strongest ones around.
Love is fun!
Love is when you don't care what your brain says; you're listening to your heart.
Love is stopping an argument, even though you're right.
Love is Meghan.
Love is giggling at inside jokes.
Love is protecting the person who's bullied for bei
Summoning Cthulhu For DummiesHow To Summon the Dark Priest CthulhuSummoning Cthulhu For Dummies10 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ten Easy Steps to Awaken Your Very Own Eldritch Horror
Have you ever looked up at the stars and wondered what strange, unearthly phantoms seeped down from them in aeons past? Ever wanted to prove your worth to the entire world and simultaneously erase the stain of humanity from its surface? Ever had an overwhelming urge to seek out the forbidden knowledge posessed by those who cannot be named? Well, now you can do all these things, and many more! Great Cthulhu, the High Priest of the horrific Elder Gods, lies dreaming in the sunken city at the bottom of the primal ocean, and now the power to raise him from his ancient slumber is in your hands! Just follow these easy instructions to the letter, and you'll be singlehandedly responsible for the demolition of everything pure in the universe in no time!
1. Find ye the Necronomicon.
This step is often difficult, as the Necronomicon, written by the mad Arab Abdul Al
New Year's Eve, 1999New Year's Eve, 19999 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
New Year's Eve, 1999
On New Year's Eve in 1965 a young couple stood before a minister in the house
of the young man's parents. The house, now long since gone, built around the
turn of the century, stood in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, many miles from
the Charlottesville, Virginia, home of the young woman.
The gathering there included only the young man's family, all of whom must
have been skeptical about the chances for the success of the marriage beginning
that day. The couple had known each other only about four months, and had spent
most of those four months separated by hundreds of miles of telephone line.
She had ridden the train to Atlanta a few days earlier, back when train lines
had names; this line had been called the "Nancy Hanks." He picked her up at
Union Station, a magnificent depot, now also long since gone. He spotted her
coming up the enormous marble stairs from the platform to the main floor, also
marble. It was a beautiful scene, this pretty girl coming t
insects ravage my soulinsects ravage my soul12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
turn me inside out
am i beautiful to you
sibylline as i may be
full of horror and deceit
can you smell me rotting deep within
insects eat away at my insides
perhaps already dead
my eyes, their mouldering
as postmortem sets in
save me from the insects
can you hear the lovely cries
pouring from my soul
so beautiful to you
so beautiful to you
you adore my pain
watch the insects ravage my flesh
they feed off me just like you
youve made me bloody and tainted
its you dear
its you dear
and now im beautiful to you
Lonely AngelSing a song for the lonely angel.Lonely Angel10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The one who grew up to fast,
Who thinks back and remembers a happy childhood past
And wonders what went wrong.
Sing a song for the lonely angel
The one who would explain herself if she could
But doesn't think she would be understood
And so she buries her secrets deep.
Sing a song for the lonely angel
Who's tired of feeling second best.
Who's being subjected to some cruel test
And feels as if she's failing.
Sing a song for the lonely angel
The one who just watches and observes as though she has not a care.
Even though she has her own thoughts and opinions to share
She won't tell them because she can bear no more ridicule.
Sing a song for the lonely angel
Who's tired of feeling ancient when she's only a mere teen.
Who has many small deeds and actions go unseen.
If she doesn't do them they won't get done and she won't leave them for someone else.
Sing a song for the lonely angel
Who folded up her wings 'cause she feels she can't fly,
She's been reaching a
Insomnia.Sleepless nights turn into sorrowful daysInsomnia.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where all I do is think endless thoughts
For night after night, sunrise to sunset
The absence of emotion often turns into angst
Hopelessness fills my mind and takes over
Or perhaps, that is called despair
My mind seems to wander for hours aimlessly
Without a clue of where to begin or end
I sit alone, wondering where everyone has gone
I look in the mirror, wondering what has come of me
I'm a stranger in my eyes, turning into a beast,
A monster lurking in the shadows of the night.
Unable to sleep...
Unable to dream.
Rescoldos del PasadoRescoldos del Pasado4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
El calor de sus manos se tornó imperturbable ante el suspiro que espetaban los ruiseñores, cantando fuertes y seguros a su adorada mañana llena de júbilo, soleada y ausente de nubes.
Estábamos los dos juntos, observando nuestras piernas entrelazadas entre las sábanas, mientras una gota de sudor se deslizaba por su pecho errante. Nos miramos fíjamente mientras el tiempo se detenía en aquel preciso instante, cuando el polvo de las obras y los primeros rayos mañaneros alumbraban sus increíbles ojos verdosos, aún humedecidos entre bostezos.
Era una sensación inequívoca y desconcertante a la vez. Su tacto me hacía estremecer la piel, rizándola. El corazón palpitaba, y de lejos, se escuchaba al compás del reloj de cuco anclado en la pared. Cuántos días estuve esperando sentir algo así...y cuan larga se hizo la espera, buscando entre las tinieblas de la noche, sintiendo el aliento de tantí
'The Fall''The Fall'4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are falling from the top of a thousand storey building.
The girl to my left dreams of flying.
The guy in front can only feel the wind in his face.
I mostly contemplate the concrete below.
We get distracted by the occasional passage of birds.
On the horizon clouds gather in marvelous shapes. I smile and tell them about it. They look and smile back at me.
Abruptly the horizon disappears.
The concrete is soft and welcomes us.
And nature celebrates our Fall.
Bunny EyesBunny Eyes8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If I would have to name what attracted me to her, then I would have to say it was her smile. Even that I just got to see it a couple of times, before she disappeared from her apartment. Seemed like a good girl, from a good family; its a pity she ended up the way she did.
By the second week of October, she was already acting pretty odd; rarely left her apartment, had even cut the telephone lines and spends most of her time in her bedroom locked, cuddled on her bed scared to death holding against her trembling self, as giving her some sense of security, her browned eyed three legged rabbit. The police, used to visit her regularly, but that didnt seemed to cease her panic, as some sort of unexplained macabre event would take place in her life and she couldnt do anything to stop it. She covered her windows on black fabric for weeks, was by that time that I stop seeing her as often.
On November 5th, my concerns about her health got to limit, as a dreadful
Another Drabble -sigh-I couldn't help but stare at him.Another Drabble -sigh-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
My little bird was standing next to me, a soft looking white towel around his waist and an identical white towel running through his dripping wet raven-like hair. His usual shades were off, and the television channel was reflecting off his beautiful blue eyes. He wrapped the towel he was wiping his hair with around his shoulders and sat next to me. My eyes followed his every move, but as he sat down, my eyes traveled to the towel around his waist that I currently despised. His legs were slightly opened as he leaned his elbows on his knees. I stared at him so long, I forgot to blink and my eyes began to water.
"Whatcha watching, dude?"
As soon as the word left my mouth, Robin flushed embarrassedly, looking away before quietly saying, "Shut up."
I chuckled before pulling him into a chaste kiss.
Al Llegar la OscuridadAl Llegar la Oscuridad4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
La brisa cálida del atardecer acarició mi piel,
dejándola ardiente e impetuosa.
Al caer la noche mi alma se abastece de fríos recuerdos,
de helados, taciturnos y sombríos momentos
arrebatados por mano de hierro que desconoce de sentimientos
que van más allá de su vejez.
Mi confianza fue ciega y la decepción tan amarga...
y sé que de nadie en este mundo me he de fiar,
pues hasta mi propia sombra me abandona
y diluye sus pasos al llegar la oscuridad.
No llores cuando el reflejo de la luna quede ensangrentado
por las huellas de tantas almas cándidas perdidas a su paso,
pues sus cicatrices aún están candentes,
y, aunque algún día se cierren,
su dolor permanecerá hasta la muerte.
Aprendí demasiado para seguir viviendo tal desdicha,
y sufrí lo suficiente como para poder decir:
aunque el sol un día te caliente y te vista,
siempre habrá alguien que te hará desistir.
La Esperanza de los InocentesLa Esperanza de los Inocentes4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Me siento solo al despertarme en plena noche,
cuando la tristeza invade mis ojos...
pero no soy tan fuerte como para poder llorar,
no soy el hombre por el que merece la pena luchar.
Me voy, sin encontrar un hombro en el que llorar,
cuando todo el mundo intenta apoyarse en el mío.
Y ciertamente la gente espera mucho de mí,
pero ¿qué puedo esperar yo de ellos?
Guardo en mí todos aquellos recuerdos
que me hacen volver a la vida,
pero lo cierto es, que en este mundo de sombras
pesan más los errores y las mentiras.
Con una mirada o un simple gesto,
alguien que me diga lo especial que soy...
sería como hallar el tesoro enterrado
que mi alma necesita para sentirme salvado,
salvado por ti.
Black RosesBlack Roses5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A place called home is just a memory away,
And when there is nothing left here for us,
Will you tell me what I want to say?
Here I am in the dark
Casting shadows in a shade of blue
As you replace every part of me
With A lie that makes our dreams come true
We're all just shadows
Without any light
Black roses all around me
Slowly fading out of sight
My reflection fading on the walls,
You're Empty like the shadows watching over you,
Through empty doorways and painted halls,
It's my Ghost you always see through.
ghost in her machine.i.ghost in her machine.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his inkblots look like dead bodies or
the diagrammes of sandcastles.
there is something painfully sterile about
the way she dreams in black and white
of rugged coastlines and breathing saltwater.
"go on," the doctor says, though she
hasn't said anything yet. she tells him
about how her one true love tastes like
mint, and he smiles and nods, nods and
smiles, pretends to note it on his clipboard.
she doesn't want to be labeled
as a system error.
she has always loved broken seashells
and mindless people wiped clean, like
magnetized hardware with blood pounding
through their cabled veins. she feels them
pulsing. wanting. ghosts in her machine.
once she dropped her digital camera in
the ocean and watched it spark and sputter.
she dreamt of a quiet world captured in a
some days she is the broken seashell
and she holds herself to her own ear to
better hear the ocean tremble. some days
she is torn apart by sharks and machines
while bystanders on shore ca
Requin First Person"That's five metric tons of tuna!"Requin First Person3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
There's something you don't hear every day, but the helmsman wasn't blowing smoke up my tailfins. The Captain tossed a nervous glance toward me as the cutter bounced on the waves. I hadn't seen him that scared since he first saw me step onto his ship, and this time, by God, I was feeling the fear too.
"Don't tell me that's what's responsible for the missing ships," Captain Scheider grumbled. He glared at me. "And Bruce, if you tell me we're going to need a bigger boat..."
"Furthest thing from my mind," I told him as I looked through the wheelhouse portal. I wish I still had molars to grind, because the feeling of raking my shark teeth against each other would drive me ape-crazy. I was too tall, too wide to fit inside the bridge of the cutter, but I didn't mind. My body was built for the oceans, my new body. Driving rain and sleet peppered my skin, and I weathered
Insanity Chapter 7Insanity Chapter 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I curse and shake my head, trying my best not to fall asleep.
Finally I see an old farmhouse, it is in bad condition, but it will have to do. The car comes to a halt and I get out, slamming the door. I run my hand through my thick black hair before walking around the car and opening the passenger's door. I reach over Driana's unconscious body in order to release her seatbelt, which for once I managed to get on without an argument; of course she was not awake, but still.
I open the door for Scout, who slowly get's out, there are numerous wounds all over her body, a few of which I inflicted, but most are from her fight with the girl.
Once she is out I close the door before slipping my right arm over Driana's back, seconds later I put my left hand under her knee caps. Pain shoots through my badly bandaged left arm, but I manage to lift her almost effortlessly. Scout limps to the front porch, a few years ago this would
Glass Slippers Revised Ch. 1Glass Slippers Revised Ch. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In The Beginning
The baby cried loudly. Asmodeus cringed from the terrible shrieking and turned to face Amon, "I can sense a disquieting mutation from it I can't quite put my finger on it but it certainly isn't perfect." he frowned and pushed a long blonde tendril of hair away from his face.
Mammon glared in Asmodeus' direction, "I warned you. Both of you." She turned her attention to the raven haired beauty at her right, "They will all be deformed in some way. This is our curse!"
"Indeed, it's true we're cursed." Amon's crimson eyes glittered with shadowed indulgence. "This baby is far from perfect. As it is now, it will only become more corrupted and deformed. We'd be better off to put it out of it's misery." Her dainty fingers slipped around the baby's body and easily pulled it into her arms. "You must admit, though, she turned out very beautiful."
"Beauty isn't hard to achieve." Mammon scoffed as she brushed her curly black hair off her s