ChernobylChernobyl9 years ago in Historical More Like This
The placid lake, so tranquil and solemn, hides a horror that seeps through cracks. Beyond the still waters and the blades of grass lies a box: a concrete sarcophagus, supposed to subdue her. No one can subdue her. Once a queen, now a fiend, she lurks in the shadows, in the unseen. Her cloak is intangibility itself. Her crown long tarnished, lies broken, beyond the placid lagoon. Like an invisible fog, she seeps through the cracks of her sepulcher, taking with her the horrors that lie inside. She then solidifies into the monster she has become. She passes through the pale malachite grass, and even stoops down too look at the wormwood a while. As a queen, she promised to bring wealth to her children. With her iron wings, she would bring winds of promise. But iron corrupts under heat and rain. Such a sadistic entity she is now. Her power expanded without boundaries. Her bitter spittle leaked into the waters. Her putrid breath tainted the air. Her corrupted hands planted evil in the earth.
The Encounter Melissa, a beautiful young woman, had gone to an office dinner that night. She was never too fond of these social events where people get together to talk about work and get drunk, so she left as soon as possible. She was walking home when she noticed this mysterious man watching her from the other side of the street. One would normally be scared, but not Melissa, not tonight.The Encounter7 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Her footsteps echoed into the night and the dark figure was haunting her mind, leaving her restless, wondering who it was and why he was piercing her soul with his look. She was used to getting male attention, but that felt different and alluring to her.
She stops. Her big dark eyes focus on something not very distant from her. It was him again, disappearing into an alleys darkness. Not thinking twice, she follows him. Maybe just out of curiosity, but she had no clue on what she was getting in. She walked slowly, alway
You Know You're ObsessedYou Know You're Obsessed7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
...With HIM and Ville Valo When:
1. Tattooing the portraits of dead poets on your body makes perfect sense.
2. You know EXACTLY what DILLIGAF means.
3. In fact, you might even have DILLIGAF somewhere on your skin.
4. November 22nd is an International holiday and should be celebrated by all.
5. If you see anything with a heartagram on it, you either buy it, or resist the urge because your house is already covered in them.
6. Your favorite colors are red, black, and purple. And sometimes hot pink.
7. You know who Daniel Lioneye actually is.
8. Someone says Our Lord and you instantly say, Oh, youre a fan of HIM, too?!
9. You considered purchasing a chicken foot.
10. $50 seems completely reasonable for a Limited Edition CD.
11. Your internet screen name has one or more of the following in it- heartagram, 666, 616, Valo, razorblade, sin, poison, redemption, or any other HIM lyric reference.
12. Getting Ville Valos water bottle at a concert is the eq
ReflectionMirror, mirror, on the wall,Reflection6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
what an ugly skin you show.
Your surfaces says it all -
what's outside is what's below,
but how much is really there
that they know? That they can see?
Do they know the mask I wear,
a thin veil over what's "me"?
And who is it I try to deceive?
More importantly, who believes?
Is my selfish shell plain
in view, and if yes, is it
looked upon with the disdain
I view it with? Does it fit
my vile, wretched spirit just right,
or, with my swelling lies, it's too tight?
What about my broken hands,
worn from the lives they've stained?
Do my fingers still hold strands
of blood from the ones I've pained?
It's much too soon for them to be cleaned-
time's not passed for me to be redeemed.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
I'm sorry you had to watch me fall.
Coming UndoneComing Undone6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't know what day it is anymore. They told me it was Thursday night but why should I trust what they tell me. They gave me this little book and a pencil that wasn't sharpened how I like it. The monotone voice over the intercom said that I should use it to write down my 'feelings'. Then she said that they would be back in the morning to pick it up. I'd have to leave it by the door with the pencil and then back away from it, of course. They ain't dumb enough to come in and ask me for it.
Stupid idea. Why should I tell some fuckin intercom voice my feelings. So she can put more pills in the cup I get in the morning? Fuck that. They ain't gonna read this shit. I'll fucking tear it up and swallow it all if I have to. But they were right about one thing. I have to talk to something. I could talk to myself in my mind but when things get fuzzy I forget my train of thought.
I don't understand why they take someone they think is crazy and then lock them away for 23 hours of the day
Ubel BlattUbel Blatt6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
In the time of chaos,
The war has begun,
Between Light and Darkness.
14 youths are chosen,
14 lances blessed by the King.
They are called,
The Wielder of the Lance.
14 youths embarks on a quest,
To save their beloved land.
And to fight,
3 perished along the way,
They are called,
"The Precious Departed"
4 betrayed the King,
They are called,
"The Lances of Betrayal"
7 came back to their beloved land.
Carrying with them,
The 7 Holy Lances.
These 7 are known as,
"The 7 Heroes"
They completed their quest,
The Nation of Darkness is no more.
An era of peace has begun.
The peace lasted for 20 years...
This is a story that everyone believed,
This is a story that everyone knows.
This is a story, with a deep, dark secret.
20 years ago,
Deep in the Forest of Death,
The 7 lances committed a sin.
An unforgivable sin.
14 youths embarks on a holy quest,
They promised that they will return,
Return together with honor and glory.
3 died along the way.
The English Major WorkThe Second Attempt at the English Major WorkThe English Major Work7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
If it is to be, its up to me.
So there. Ive started and (ominously) I cant help but feel Im finally about to achieve something.
If it is to be, its up to me.
Its perfect. It undermines every single excuse Id come up with to avoid starting this ( this major work? Assessment? Eulogy?) death wish.
Ive started. Its begun. The balls in play. (I hate sports)
Do you want to know what I was doing when I thought of that miraculous, wonderful, excuse-undermining first line? Of course you do, because it would mean progress, and you: the faceless audience, need progress, otherwise gosh, what a boring story.
The first line occurred to me while I was brushing my teeth. I wasnt doing anything else, except for perhaps casting the occasional filthy look at my cousin (who does not feature in this story, so dont log his mention away in th
Are we an 'us'?It was dark outside, or as dark as it ever was in the city, where the street lights and the neon signs made sure that the night never really reached all the way down to the people below. The black, starry sky Tonio could faintly recall from his childhood was nowhere to be seen - it didn't exist in this country, in this city, and neither did the moon. The sky was a dirty shade of pink as Tonio glanced up at it. What a horrendous colour, like laundry washed with the wrong colours.Are we an 'us'?5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He gave the silly metaphor half a smile and then looked down at the street again. It was late and the street was empty, save for those miserable creatures that never left. Sev had said he would show up, but he didn't always keep his word, and sometimes he didn't show up until early in the morning. There was no point waiting, but it had become a habit. Not a bad one, necessarily, Tonio had convinced himself. Usually he spent an hour or two standing like this, leaning against the window frame, watching the city l
On The School TourWe used to get the tube in London sometimes,On The School Tour4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the lady on the Tannoy would say, Mind
the Gap! pushing out the syllables with her tongue
the way you'd push the stone from a peach.
In our minds she licked our necks,
slid her tongue into our ears and whispered to us.
She was a nibbling, biting, throbbing sex-fiend, that one.
We all knew it, but we couldn't prove a thing.
How could you? It was just a recording. Just an accent.
She was probably somebody's mother,
but if she was, we all thought, then she was a serious MILF,
dripping those syrupy words on our lips,
sliding her hands down the backs of our jeans
to pull us in close, and say it again.
We harboured these thoughts through galleries
and graveyards and all the way home,
to our classrooms, to our daydreams,
and on and on like that, forever.
Why Edward sucks as a vampireWhy Edward sucks as a vampire6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Poor Bram Stoker is probably rolling in his grave right now. With the creation of Twilight and its notorious gang of vegetarian sparkling vampires, he must so proud. Truly.
If you havent caught on to the sarcasm, let me point something out to you
EDWARD CULLEN IS A DISGRACE TO VAMPIRES.
Hes like some new age, hippie, emo wanna-be, vampire. Who is abusive to the girl he loves to boot.
See now the thing is I really REALLY REALLY wanted to like Edward. I mean I really did. He was a vampire. I love vampires. But really there was so much wrong with him (and by wrong I mean NOT wrong) that it was virtually impossible for me to do so.
1. He sparkled.
Im sorry but I really cant get over this. Even the first time I read the book (which I actually enjoyed) I was shock that any creature that needed blood to survive would sparkle. And why did he sparkle anyways? Was there any point to it? Did it serve some sort of predatory purpose that I was u
that dead deceitthat dead deceit6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Behold, the night born of a whim.
A certain fancy holds
Attaches with the string of stars
Unleashing ambers, liquids, golds.
Sit close by her, voices deep
The whisper of a thrill amongst
Unknowing crowds of knowing masks
A pleasant rush from lips that drunk.
Not hours next would truth be told
Or paper minds left to decay
The creases deep with blood to fold
On this night, a lie betrays.
Her head upon the dock does rest
And all the atropine now fades
The moon alights a deadpool blue
So to the ground will be her grave.
The soft and desperate plea alights
And demons snare the bleeding soul.
A murmured fall of dying flocks
That flew straight from the aching hole.
yellow bird.yellow bird8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yellow-bird with coffin breast,
roosted sling of matchsticks and spider legs-
Ive watched her strip them in twilight
from bulging blood bodies, grapes shell eat,
wine to throat, a song to sing beneath slated roof.
A screw, a bolt, Ive turned a winding fir
branch into mechanics of hands and clutching.
A trap: salted fish with thumbtack scales-
an unkeeping of flight, on the snow of the perch.
I sweep song to ring with muted clapper,
between beak hammered shut,
wool-bite moth with snap-close wings,
pinned to a curl behind my ear.
Ewan Pt.1Ewan Pt.16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Travel is something that's completely new and strange to Ewan. He's never been out of Ireland before and he wonders if Vaughn was as nervous about leaving as he is. At least he's coming back as long as the plane doesn't nose dive into the ocean. Ewan hopes that if the plane does have problems, that the roof rips off so that he can free fall for 10,000 feet and watch the entire way down. That would be one hell of a way to go he thinks and now as he gets out of his cab at the airport he smirks to himself. A damn fine way to go.
He pays the cab driver, arguing that the price was more expensive than a hooker in the red light, but the man stays firm on fifteen dollars. "You clatty prick. That's some fuckin' ball'a cash ya charge" he murrs and puts his backpack over his shoulder. As the cab drives off, he holds up two middle fingers and takes out a cigarette. As he lights up he looks around now.
to my friend who suicidedto my friend who suicided: entropicaliato my friend who suicided7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
featured by Negated
There really aren't words beautiful enough to describe this heartrending expression and expulsion of loss - the author has used them all.
listen, do you remember when we tripped on our shoelaces and tumbled from high stone spires, trying to waltz to cobblestone musicians that could not quite reach us? was that spain? singapore?
and do you remember years and years ago when we ran mad, painted everything tangerine, sluiced wet rainbows on storefronts?
maybe we spent a day in bed naming each of your lovely ribs after greek deities. maybe meilichios was the one they stole off to the laboratory to create woman.
maybe it doesnt matter anymore.
can you recall?
can you call?
this dial-tone cicada in my ear, its...
well, what he taught me, your honor, was that the color grey is a myth.
I Love You.We had been laughingI Love You.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting next to one another
Just enjoying each other's company
Like we always did
Surrounded by other people
But we didn't see or hear them
We never did
Because when we're together
It's just you and me
Now we grow silent
Our laughing reduced to happy smiles
Leaning against each other
To stay sitting up
I had always enjoyed the silent moments
Where we could say everything
But nothing at all
Where it seemed to always be warm in our little world
But this time it was different
I knew it was a perfect opertunity
To finally say what I had been wanting to
To get this overwhelming feeling off my chest
I grew slightly stiff
My nerves were jittery
I refused to look at you for longer than a second
My mouth felt dry
My fingers would twitch
And our world felt hotter
But I bet it's just me
Because you look fine
Just like you always do
This is it
I'm going to say it now
Put my heart on the line
Because love is love
Love is taking chances
Love is blind
Love is fear
Next Time AroundA droplet of condensation hit the worn bartop like so many had before it. He hated to water down his liquor, but there was no way he was drinking warm rum on a hot day. The air conditioner in the bar was broken, and everyone inside was complaining about the heat in their own way. Liam was just keeping to himself.Next Time Around5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In fact, he didn't really see why they were all wasting their precious breath with such comments. It wasn't scorching. More like a mild irritation. He himself felt just fine. He was wearing his very favorite pair of jeans on his long legs and his very favorite worn to the soles pair of Vans skater style shoes. Covering his torso was his very favorite Metallica t-shirt that had seen more of Liam's life than it deserved to. His outfit was so comfortable that he'd once asked Lukas to bury him in it. Lukas, of course, had rolled his eyes. He was so cute when he did that.
Lost in thought, Liam was suddenly aware of a presence behind him. He turned slowly to see a man standing there
Killing me softlyKilling me insideKilling me softly11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its what you've been doing all along
Like acid ruing through my veins
Like pins clawing up my insides
Instead of stopping the pain, you only help it
Nearly every thing you do kills me again
Giving you more strength, making me weaker
Many times I tried to make it stop
Eventually giving up
Some times I wonder why I let you do this
Or is it because I like it?
For some reason I'll never know
Till the day I die, I will regret what I've let you do to me
Living with you is what's going to bring that day of death
You'll never go away, because you, is really me
Darkness DevourDarkness Devour6 years ago in General More Like This
...My Princess... I have come for you. "Why... why did you came here?" I wish to join your army of darkness and stop the light above. "I see..." So will you accept me? (stands up) "With the power of darkness, I shall bestow upon you the title as a servant of darkness... I accept." (ground starts to shake) "I call upon the servants of darkness, give me your power to combine with mine, to bestow this person with great promise and to join the darkness... hear my plea and answer it!" (spirits fly all around the princess) "...Do you accept the darkness as part of you? Will you serve my purpose?" ...Yes, my princess. I shall grasp the darkness and let it become a part of me. "Once you accept the darkness, you can never go back. Do you wish to continue knowing that?" ...I will. Then take this orb and allow the darkness to devour your soul." (he takes the orb) I shall always b