CpFIC - Rotten Moon Rising.I raised the depressingly empty tankard above my head and squinted into it, studying the now-abandoned confine where glorious liquor had once resided. The table in front of us was littered with various other vacant mugs and glasses, which Nale was sluggishly trying to balance into a pyramid, while Ethan, swaying in his seat, studied the ceiling as if it was the most fascinating thing on earth, his eye still blackened from a fight hed been in not too long ago. (However, the chair had to be the winner. Ethan never stood a chance against that mahogany sucker.)CpFIC - Rotten Moon Rising.6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
One more bottle? Nale muttered, leaning forward to casually settle the final mug of his pyramid into place. Ethan sat up sharply, and raised a hand. Both Nale and I looked at him expectantly, but all he had to offer was a mighty belch before flopping forward against the tabletop.
Perhapsh Ill pass fernow, the Ekyran mumbled faintly against the wood.
Excuse you, I added helpfully, and r
AU Prize - Soccer Game.I kicked the ball from foot to foot with a gleeful sort of air, feeling the sun beat down against the back of my neck. I could tell that Trent, my rival for the day, was getting impatient--tapping one foot against the ground with a pout on his face. I knew he was getting hot, and even hotter-tempered, but I didnt even have a team yet, so hed just have to wait. My classmates had promised me a game, and I was going to hold them to that--even the bully, Casin, wasnt going to take our game away from us.AU Prize - Soccer Game.6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
We were all about ten or twelve or so, a mixed bag, with Kaiya tagging along behind us, the little nine-year-old, and we all attended Karsyn Middle School, basically just a big ol brick building with some pretty lame teachers and pretty lame books. The best part of the day was either gym or recess, the latter being where we were now. But it was our day to take the field, while the younger kids got to play on the playground for a while. Of course, nobody ever stuck to
My Girl the GunWhat's my girl like, you ask? She's a lot like gunfire.My Girl the Gun2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She's the bullet in the roulette, you never know
What you're gonna get.
She's the shot in the dark that I'm always in,
The sound that points my way or blows out
The brains of the person
Dumb enough to sneak up behind me--
Hard to tell, sometimes--
But like I said, she guides me.
She isn't rough or rowdy, no
She's the sleek bullet; unscratched and unscathed
By her dark journey down the tunnel
She can shoot the sky
She rips through my atmosphere
She's the song on my lips
When I put the gun to my mouth
She's what keeps me
From pulling that trigger; my girl
My girl is her own walking weapon
When she steps, gunshots click underfoot
When she smiles, you can hear the snap
Of knives on bone
And when she sings
She sings for me
The quiet noir whispers of ages past
Before meteors broke the barriers of logic
And I learned to believe
Because if you can believe
Crystal Blood-Ch1AlexanderCrystal Blood-Ch13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alexander Turnbol gazed upon himself approvingly in the mirror of his own personal dressing room, a most confident grin in his polished white teeth and a gleam of pride in his glistening emerald eyes. He ran a comb through his smooth chestnut hair as he subtly glanced at the clock that was just above the mirror and to his right. It was almost show time. He hastily finished grooming himself and made sure for the hundredth time that his white tuxedo was nice and wrinkle-free. It just could not do to have any sign of messiness on his person, not when he was the star violinist of the orchestra, and the only one wearing a white suit besides. He wanted to stand out, and in a good way. It would only take five more minutes before he was ready, whisking up his elegant instrument and briskly striding out the door. The public was waiting and he couldn't afford to tarry. He would already be seated near the front of the string instrument section, smiling brightly for the crowd
Of Dreams and TreesI sat upOf Dreams and Trees5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my bed
I had a talk
all my questions
of a tree
The old maple
to my fence
from the park
Why would you grow
right into the fence
the other way
You are cutting
And when you grow
too far into the fence
it will hurt
and you might
he tells me
I love this fence
She is beautiful
she cannot hug
I must hold her
all the tighter
and tell him
he is not
that it will
when it is all
I should enjoy
I hold her
the worse it will
But you cannot
A Small Problem - chaper 1Jared was NOT going to get home late today. He was NOT going to get grounded for the day. Today was NOT a good day to get grounded. It was the first day of summer vacation, and besides, he already had plans to hang out with his friends for a birthday dinner that night.A Small Problem - chaper 14 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Two girls stood a few cars away and observed the boy with the most devious smiles. A cheerleader and an emo. Now, looking at them, you wouldnt think that they would be involved with each other in any way possible. But as they say: in desperate times call for desperate measures.
Bridgett turned to the the other girl, sitting in the hood of her parents sports car.
Are you ready Jessie?
The emo-wannabe glanced down at the small, red paper bag in her hands. Yeah, Carefully opening the bag, she and gazed at the object lying at the bottom: A girl dressed in all black with long, black hair covering her the right half of her long, sharp face. her large, visible eye was drenched
Cosmic Love SnippetsThe white flag of surrenderCosmic Love Snippets3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the form of a doe;
A shell upon the shore.
The loss and the gain,
The bow and the arrow
The quiet, quivering love
That springs through the grass
On dewy feet
And throws itself at your door,
Arduous and stable,
Wiggling for joy,
A love that's everlasting.
"Have you ever considered that we may not even exist? I mean, it's a definite possibility that you might not exist, but in terms of both of us existing, the parameters of what is allowable in this universe and what isn't drop tremendously."
"I th-think you might be over thinking things ag--"
"No, seriously, I mean. You're too good to be true. Look at you. All cuddly, and sweet, and pretty."
"But in legitimacy, don't you ever stop to think about whether or not I'm real? Am I just crazy? Are we both crazy? For that matter, which one of us is real and which one of us is not? I could wake up one day and be some lesser life form, or
Triad.gale storm gloom consumes him;Triad.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The body surrounded by ash
Smog and decay embalm him
He cracks through the mold
Smoke rises in the East,
Cut down on the winds of fire
Even desert sun cant kiss the skin
Of a dead man
On the run.
His feet fly through the night,
Toes bidden on by starlight,
Eyes on the gift of tomorrow
With the taste of venomous joy--
A victory he thought was his--
In the blink of a sapphire eye.
Arisen from rubble, the phoenix
Born on by his own ambitions
Takes heed no warning save violence
And tortured by no inhibition--
Unites with the simplistic statue
In a courtyard of gilded white bone--
Death becomes bloated in water,
And the statue remains starved alone.
Poisoned by liquor, the river
Its subtleties twisted and wry
Holds his head high above water--
And rises with each passing tide.
No dam could possibly hold him
The order here is blatant and flat
Sage is the heart that beats soundly
And thyme is his mind; the vat
Of toxic mechanical prow
CPNexxus - Light and FlightSwords flashed and danced in thunderous tandem. The rainfall of blows varied between the slams of an anvil and cutting sharpness akin to a galestorm. My opponent's green eyes were level chips of cold jade, and didn't so much as bat whenever the narrow foothold we both shared threatened to crack and send us careening into the rocky ravine below. His arms arched and switched the thin bolt of steel in his hand with ambidextrous fluidity. My every wobbly move felt judged, every concern laid bare under the wailing of the wind.CPNexxus - Light and Flight5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Don't ye think," I roared above the crash of waves that brought their dramatic effect against the rocks so far below, "Tha' all this is a bit over-the-top?"
"You think so?" said the enemy coolly, barely pitching his voice to the volume required to be heard above the storm. He casually brushed a hand down and swiveled it back up to point his rapier beneath my chin. "You're the one who wanted a challenge. And youre the one who brought us out he
Twas a Dark Night in Karsyn...Twas a dark night in KarsynTwas a Dark Night in Karsyn...6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all through the Inn,
Not a creature was stirring;
Not even Ethan.
The weapons were hung
by the chimney with care
In hopes that no bandits
would soon be there.
Ekyrans were nestled all snug in their beds
while visions of fencing danced in their heads.
And Nale who was snoring; and I wide awake,
had just settled in, this holiday to partake.
When out in the woods there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to my weapons I flew like a flash,
Flicked out my katars and to the window I dashed,
The moon rose high over white hills of snow,
Shining 'round figures gathered down below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But eight Viranex modeling the horns of a deer.
With many small drivers, dressed in black oh-so-slick,
I knew at once ninjas had cut me to the quick.
Faster than gryrlines by wing they came,
The ninjas all shouted, calling me out by name,
"Now Cyrus, Wraith of Karsyn! Daemonic spawn!
Get out here at onc
FishFishFish4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, my lovely fish
It gives me great joy to see you swimming
When I go on holidays I miss you and hope you are well
At night it gives me happiness to feed you and watch you
Every day you swim with your friend Silvie
Sometimes at night I like to listen to the sound of your pump
No other fish of mine has lived so long so that must be a sign that you love me
Even if you die tomorrow I will always remember you
Persephone Thesis: EssayPersephone Thesis: Essay ComponentPersephone Thesis: Essay4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Happy is he among men upon earth who has seen these mysteries!
It is generally accepted among historical scholars that the cult of Demeter and Persephone, or Kore, existed in Greece and the surrounding Mediterranean islands long before the traditional Olympian gods became entrenched. Her origins are Cretan . Like Aphrodite, the mother and daughter goddess represent a matriarchal form of fertility worship in the forms of crops and nature, and through this the cycle of birth, growth and death. This myth, however, has taken hold of imaginations from its evolutions into the Eleusinian mysteries of Ancient Greece, to the paintings of Victorian Europe, to today, each with their own distinctive takes and emphases on the story. Perhaps it is the fact that we know so little about the original tale of Persephone the daughter of Demeter, goddess of fertility, snatched
16. Love16. Love5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"...let's grow old together," he said, nuzzling her neck. She laughed and curled her orange-tipped fingers into his palm. "Only if we still have ice cream."
Mama?Mama?Mama?5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was going to be a bad winter. Marquis could feel it in his hands, theyd never quite recovered, and tell by the way the blood was struggling to pump through them as the days got darker and shorter. He wasnt old by a long-shot Thirty next year, still good! but he completely sympathised when the old stable hands began their groaning. Powder white snow turned grey as he sludged through it, soot from his boots leaving a trail behind him as he fought his way to the main hall. All around him horses were being saddled and loaded up and men in uniform milled restlessly, blowing into gloved hands to warm them up, and Marquis refused to look at any of them. They were all in on it. If they werent someone would have mentioned it to him already and hed just known something was up when guards had been avoiding him for the last week. His pack, only half completed, was being dragged behind him a
Gingerbread HouseThey were sitting silently on the counter, awaiting duty; 3/4 teaspoon of baking soda, 3 1/4 cups of flour, and 2 teaspoons of ground ginger.Gingerbread House6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She mixed them delicately, grinning to herself. The kitchen was her kingdom; where she resided and did whatever the hell she wanted. And, most of the time, she just wanted to cook. Her flour powdered hands rubbed quickly over her stark white apron as she hummed a nice little tune. Winter sunlight streamed in from the small window above the sink, but she could barely remember that it was February. The rip-off calendar next to the spice cabinet was five years old.
Her smile curled higher as she whipped with the manual mixer. She never used the electric one. It just took out all of the fun of doing it yourself! Her paint-neglected lips parted in a happy sigh as her left hand secured the bowl; she lifted it up and spun in place. It was like a private little slow dance at her senior prom! Oh, how ni-
"Moooommy," echoed a long, drawn-out whine of a sic
EvieEvieEvie6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Around you the log cabin is cosy. Its one of those picturesque little places in the mountains and, as always happens here in winter, its snowing hard. Youre sitting in front of a roaring fireplace with your back against the sofa (Though isnt it an odd through; a fireplace in a log cabin?). The rug beneath you is thick and your bare toes could grip at it were you inclined to try. A mug sits beside you on the floor, still steaming from the pot. The light is dim, your mates have crashed for the night and get real anal if you leave the lights on while theyre sleeping. Damned if you know why, the fussy bastards. At any rate, youre not tired. Youve brought a book and some writing to do in moments like this, and with little company other then the crackling hearth, now seems the opportune moment to get down some thoughts from earlier.
As your pen hits the paper, t
Mind VomitI pixelate IcarusMind Vomit6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to forfeit my counterproductivity.
Who needs rose tinted glasses
when you have
glazed eyes enamelled sighs
and sugarcoated insomnia.
I long for movie tomorrows
instead of these
xylophonic beclazone dreams.
I want to saturate the grey matter
without a hint of remorse.
I want to play the undersleeper,
pinning back my eyelids with
the idiolect of those I'd like to know better.
Do you want to hear my mind vomit or should I
just turn the page and start again...?
Photographic Memories: Ch.1Chapter 1: Sleepless Nights...Photographic Memories: Ch.15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Kiara woke up in a cold sweat. Putting the back of her hand on her clammy forehead she opened her eyes and stared upwards into the darkness of her room. When her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and felt less scratchy, she turned herself over to her side. With a sigh, she read the purple clock face.
"Ugh great 3:15 again! Just fabulous."
Kiara rolled to her back once again and rubbed her eyes. This whole process has been happening for nearly two months now. She'd always had a sleeping problem, so this wasn't an unfamiliar experience for her. Except during these past two months it had been a torturous constant of every morning instead of once or twice a week. Even then, she never slept past 7:00.
"I guess that's what I get for having an endless thought process. I think so much I can't fall asleep and when I DO finally fall as
AnniversaryAnniversaryAnniversary4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their meetings were always hurried, full of touches that were just a little too hard and kisses that involved too much tooth. Neither complained, there was no time for them to argue now. No time for prolonged, wordless struggles as to who was on top, no time to tease. It just happened.
It was only in the afterglow, the bittersweet sweat and laboured breaths, that they talked. Quiet murmurs accompanied by lips on skin, a squeeze of the hand on a hip.
"I haven't got long." Jaye would say, his once perfectly straightened and styled blond hair now a mess, stuck to the pillow with sweat.
His partner knew, and would only nod, close his one working eye, and press his lips somewhere else on Jaye's chest. "Did you get it on disc?"
The blond always did he knew how it worked and sat up to pull it from his jacket. He could feel the other man tightening the arm around his waist, as if re
SolsticeSolsticeSolstice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Medici castle was on a scale that was rarely built on these days. Three hours ride out of Argonia at a gallop, it sat atop a cliff set just in from the sea, proudly overlooking the de'Medici's traditional holdings to Argonia's west. The land had been in the family for generations, and their line could be traced back even further than that. They were a force in politics, a well-worn family name that would come to Argonia's aid when asked and their constant grip on land so close to the city proved that.
However, it hardly made the place more welcoming in the winter. While heavy tapestries were hung up over the windows and fires were stoked at all hours of the day, there was a distinct chill to the air that crept through the walls itself. Torches lined the corridors, their shadows spooking the servant's children as their shirked their duties. The entire affair, outside of the noble's wing, felt much like a
Hot Hotter Hot Hottest IntroMy balls were sticking to my inner thigh like a baby seal clinging to an Antarctic shore. Unfortunately, the camera was pointed right at me, so I couldn't do the leg-shake maneuver to get them loose. I saw the set of Hello, Good Morning! with Buster through two pea-sized holes drilled into my velvet helmet. Crayola had puked on the walls, the floor, the blocks, the rug, and even Buster. That was me, the rainbow-colored dog that came up on TV from dawn til noon. Outside of Busters Play Pen was the black, soulless collection of cameras and producers and directors sitting in fold-up chairs who occasionally yelled me through a microphone like I wasnt right in front of them. The sweat permeated in the depths of my fur suit because the air was recycled every time I exhaled. I re-realized how much I hated doing kid shows. Being on a childrens program was just like being in a porno; as soon you were recorded, no one could take your acting seriousHot Hotter Hot Hottest Intro4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Midnight SnacksI hope that my leaving is just a minor hurtMidnight Snacks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet knowing that worse leads to worse
And how fretting multiplies, but starts inert
I will remind you of what we have with verse
Our love is like an ice box that sits bold
In the corner of a kitchen, dormant and hushed
A warm lifeline feeding and keeping the insides cold
Even as it works at its own pace, never rushed
The best goodbye would be in the boxs back
Taken only when loneliness paints the dark skies
Then, it would be drawn from the very last rack
Like a pint of rocky road in Comfort Me size
So I say, with love entwined in lines and feet
Despite the curving paths that fate has drawn
Despite the yards and miles, we are complete.
Remember me whenever the little bulb turns on.
SelfishSelfishSelfish5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was a hurried, messy meeting. Over a month had passed and while neither of them particularly liked the risk involved, what was meant to be a quick report had rapidly turned into a fully blown make out session. Mattie, tall, dark and still clad in his three-day-worn military colours had made short work of shoving all of Marquis neatly stacked paperwork onto the floor, pressing the smaller man down onto the varnished wood instead. Marquis would have protested were he not so occupied by the tongue down his throat and Matties heavy hands tugging at his hair. Hed worked hard to catch up his kings deskwork while banned from military campaigns and now hed have to sort it all again but it was so hard to be angry when the other man acted like this, like hed honestly missed him and for just now wanted to focus on the here, now and not what kept them apart. Mattie wasnt the talking t