The AccidentThe AccidentThe Accident5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My nose burned with the thick smell of gasoline when I came to.
"Someone help her! Call an ambulance!"
I didn't know what had happened. It all happened so fast.
"I called them, but it'll be a few minutes before they get here! Somebody give me a hand!"
As those distant voices echoed through my throbbing head, the whole world seemed dimmer. When I reached to touch my forehead, I felt a sharp, burning pain in my right arm. My eyelids were heavy, but I forced them open anyway. My right arm was hanging limply over my head, a small trickle of blood running between my fingers and thumb from a small gash in my elbow. I think my arm's broken.
A few painful attempts at moving my arm proved me right.
Where am I? Ignoring the sharp pain in my waist, I slowly looked around. Through heavy eyelids, I recognized the shattered windshield and the broken dashboard. I caught
Watching him change.He had grown-up hands andWatching him change.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
little boy eyes and a way of
saying things that made even
the heartbroken want to love
again; I don't think he could
lie to save his life, but he told
me about things that couldn't
possibly be true, like worlds
full of happiness and love at
first sight; He knew nothing
about real things like math
or how people worked, but he
was the only person who would
just lay in the grass with me
and not worry about the world
spinning away without us.
And sometimes, as he's falling
asleep, I can see the echoes of that
boy I loved; but when he opens
his eyes and opens his mouth,
he's who he's decided to be, just
another lost boy becoming a man.
He was my best friend and my
worst enemy and I wouldn't
give him up for the world, but
he's faded now and I don't
think he'll ever really glow the
same. No matter how much we
wish or how much we pray, he's
back in his land of pretty things
with no feeling, and words
that don't mean anything more
than what the dictionary says
Under the BedPapa! she calls. Through half-closed eyesUnder the Bed6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try to focus - so tired. My lips move by themselves,
mumbled words slipping softly Yes, dear. Im here.
Papa! Come fast! Its there!
My feet shuffle automatically as I enter her room. Looking around,
the corner is empty; so is her closet and under the bed.
Honey, theres nothing here. Yes there is! It called my name!
What does it look like, dear? I sit, trying to understand.
It got black eyes, and mustache, long teeth and hairy hands!
Speaking hisses, go - rawr! And its still calling my name
Does it hide in your closet? No
Is it under the bed? Does it jump, blowing bubbles,
speaking French, clapping hands?
Papa! shes angry. Thats not funny at all. A monster is hiding
and its dark, and its tall, and its scary and mean! Papa,
As You WishLing climbed into the same tree that he and Ran Fan had always played in when they were younger. Hanging his legs over either side of the branch, he rested his back against the trunk, bark pressing into his skin through his shirt.As You Wish5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ran Fan? he called, perfectly aware that she was nearby, keeping silent vigil.
Not even a rustle of leaves announced her arrival. Ran Fan stood lightly on the branch in front of Ling. Yes, Young Master?
He sighed. Sit down. You're making me nervous. And take your mask off. There's no need to hide your identity here.
Ran Fan sat, but didn't move to remove her mask. Ling sighed again, leaning forward and pulling the cord that held her mask in place. It fell off and he snatched it out of the air as Ran Fan reached for it.
Young Master... she began quietly.
No. I like seeing your face when I talk to you. he stated firmly, hanging the mask on a branch behind him. Ran Fan blushed and looked down. As
Live OnBreathe in, breathe out.Live On5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My eyelids slowly flutter open as I wake, click-clacking softly against each other as they blink, uncomprehending, eyes unfocused. How long have I been sleeping? It seems as if it were an eternity of dreamless dark.
A noise comes from somewhere off to my left, I think, and reflexively, I turn my head--that is, I try. My movement is impeded. But why, I wonder?
The noise comes again, and I finally register, through the hum and buzz of some electrical noise in my ears, the voice of my brother, albeit echoing and staticy. Now what was he doing in my room? He knows better than that. I start to ask him, indignant, still rather blind, but all that comes from my mouth is a soft whirr and five clicks of metal against metal.
"Lauzza...? Ca... ou hear... e?"
Confused, I merely blink toward the sound as a response. Why can't I talk? Why can't I move? And now that I think about it, why don't I feel my own body, my fingers, my tongue, the sheets on my bed...? M
Shall We Dance?Sarah took a deep breath and blew hard into the wad of toilet paper, groaning as she dropped it into the garbage can. Her reflection stared back at her, heavy-lidded, ponytail mussed and thoroughly as miserable as she herself was. With a final sniffle she pulled open the door and groaned again.Shall We Dance?5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, that sounds simply dreadful." Crazy, flyaway hair, seemingly permanent smirk plastered across his decidedly not-sick face. God, she wanted to hit him so badly.
"Go away, Goblin King. I don't want to deal with you today," Sarah pushed her way past the blonde man leaning casually against the wall and thumped down the hall toward her bedroom. She shoved the door closed somewhat forcefully as she passed it in hopes of hearing it hit him but no such luck. He simply batted it back open and leaned in the doorway watching, grinning as she settled herself into her nest of blankets and pillows.
"Why, Sarah, you haven't called me by my title in years. I thought we were past all that by now," He flic
Puzzle Pieces A seductive veil of coffee scent en-wraps us as we move into the dark cafe and the last ray of outside light leaves our sun-warmed bodies. The cafe lights are subtle, ready for employment by the photographers that should be capturing the elegant bodies draping themselves around the place reading poetry, like living art installations, emulating the sage and sophisticated paintings above them. The paintings are the kind that you want to snatch off their nails, carefully of course, and hang in your own home. They are the kind that make young artists rejoice at the magnitude of possibilities and despair at the re-creation of anything quite so compelling.Puzzle Pieces5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We sit in an elevated window area, at one of the intricate spindly tables decorating the room, and I suddenly remember that this is where I sat two years ago with that other boy, sipping the same bittersweet d
All Shapes and SizesAll Shapes and Sizes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is love,
why can't people see that?
between a man and woman,
lesbians, bisexuals, and gays.
From the girl who is anxious,
to come out to her father,
for fear that he'll kick her out of the house,
as she'll be going against their religion,
questioning everything she believed in.
For the boy who gets harassed,
because he had an extra X,
people tend to call him a freak,
and after school is ganged up on.
To the girl who can't decide,
who she likes more, boy or girl?
always getting her heart broken in two,
and people taunting her with the word slut.
Also to the boy who feels crushed,
seeing the man he loves,
who he'll never have a chance with,
hugging and kissing a woman.
The boy and girl,
who are forbidden to be together,
because of their judgmental peers,
always trying to hide their identity.
Love is the greatest feeling,
one of the most amazing in the world,
and no one truly cherishes it,
throwing the word around.
People are looked down upon,
accused of being sent to hell,
Number 100, Gone."interveiw one, memphis shelters. can you tell me about your employees?"Number 100, Gone.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you see that girl sitting there? she's been working here for a couple of months now. she's a good girl: works hard, keeps 'er moth shut and doesn't work for a penny less than what she earns.
i don't really know her all too well; from what little she's said, the kids at her school call her by a new nickname every day. i guess she gets good grades. -inhales cigarrette smoke- smart one; always plans ahead. thinks things through. -exhales-
something happened to that poor young girl. her parents can't see. do you know why?
"no, no i don't. why can't they see?"
she won't tell them a damn thing.
i don't know exactly what she went through, but i know a fake smile when i see one.
"how else can you tell?"
she's a damn fine handler. the animals, they just saddle on up to her with heads bowed and tails wagging. they're tentative, those dogs. but only around her. she'll crouch down real low, hold out her hand and murmur for
My heart or yours?01."Do you know what we are?"My heart or yours?6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We're time tables and crossed fingers and forgotten wonders
of yesterday's dreams.
We're the shadows on concrete made from dandelions sprouting
up from between the cracks.
And we are stray raindrops on windy,
"We are alive."
02. You never screamed so loud, so angry as you did today.
But then you smiled. And I could hear your happiness a mile away.
"It's you. It's always you." You were trembling, but you wouldn't let me get too close.
"I'm sorry I made you this way," I whispered, shoving secrets down the neck
of my old guitar.
03. Tiny scars of my pride show like scratches on silver.
We'll wait for the right moment to leave our mark in the skies.
You will wear blue jeans and I'll wear a smile and together we'll forget about
Emo Hearts For Sunshine KissesEmo hearts for sunshine kisses,Emo Hearts For Sunshine Kisses10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All the time while cupid misses.
The arrow nips the blackest heart,
And sends them love like at the start.
Sunshine kisses for emo hearts,
It hurts like hell when we're apart.
The arrow sticks out turning red,
From the love you too have bled.
Emo hearts tear with ease,
Sunshine kisses still seem to please.
That damn arrow hurts me deep,
I'm in love with a heartless creep.
Sunshine kisses make me grin,
While emo hearts break down within.
That little arrow left this big hole,
That goes deep down inside my soul.
car crash starlightnever seen wingscar crash starlight6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
when they turn their backs
never saw a knife in yours
so why'd you have to act like that?
stood by your side
a likely target
when your whiplash charm
put stars in your eyes
should have known
this town would never let me leave
the border patrol
keeps the memories in the photographs
a static touch of the past
maze of the minotaur in a fingerprint
prick your finger and paint
life upon the wordless lips
UnbearableI can see you right in front of meUnbearable6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you seem so far away
I am close enough to hear you breathing
But I cant seem to find my own
You are such a mystery to me
To be approached with caution
You are so unique
It is unsettling
I am so unbearably attracted to you
But I fear you
I am calmed to be near you
But uttering even a word to you fries my nerves
You are a dream
Never meant to come true
I never should have let myself have
I do not know why you make me feel this way
But I am constantly confused by you
I know I should tell you what I feel
But my past tells me I never will
Ragdoll FairyBottled faries around my shelfs,Ragdoll Fairy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they are my puppets, my ragdolls.
They sit, solitary on my shelf,
manipulating my next move.
I torchure my faries,
I steal their happyness.
I sing to my faries,
selling them spells.
My faries torchure me,
taking my happyness.
Manipulating my soul,
like the ragdoll I am.
I tie strings around their arms,
throw them around my room.
Bottle them back up,
then keep them on my shelf.
shed my skinlike some arcane spidershed my skin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shed my skin that I might grow
and in the moments after
I have discarded the chitin
I am as vulnerable as possible
my flesh is soft to the touch
my soul is visible
my heart could be plucked
and cast away with little effort
I shed my skin that I might grow
every second of every day
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Broken Memories The engine roared as she pushed the accelerator to the floor. they would bold the portal at the airport for her, she knew. But she hated being late. She felt her upgraded Dodge Viper leave the ground as she crested the hill; the needle on the speedometer pushed as far as it could go to the right, tried to jump farther as all resistance was lifted from the wheels. Just for an instant, while she was in the air, she felt the same elation she felt when tree-jumping back at the Mask Maker's tree-house.Broken Memories5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Back in his world.
There was a sharp jolt and the sound of metal scraping against pavement as the car returned to earth. And with it, came back all the emotions and all the problems she faced.
As she rounded the corner at the bottom of the hill, she spotted it. A police car. Half hidden in the undergrowth the blue and black paint seemed to leer at her, knowing it had he
Cutters LullabyHush little scared one,Cutters Lullaby6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And close your eyes.
Behind your eyelids,
Await a surprise.
Dont be afraid
You cant see the pain.
You cant feel the razor,
You cant feel the shame.
Dont hang your head.
Dont believe their lies.
Just hang onto life,
Despite their demise
Hush little scared one,
Both broken and scarred.
The pain youve endured,
Doesnt seem hard.
Dont close your eyes,
You can see your fate.
You can see the blood,
You can feel the hate.
Dont cry too much.
Dont dry your tears.
Start teaching them all,
Their own worst fears.
Hush little scared one,
Run away from home.
No one will know,
That youre even gone.
Dont blame yourself.
You can see your state.
You can feel it burn,
You can see its traits.
Dont go back home,
Dont even go near.
Make sure your voice,
Is what they hear.
Hush little scared one,
Youve almost died.
Though their having a problem,
With thinking you tried.
They have no idea,
HumbledHumble, my light is lowHumbled6 years ago in Other More Like This
As I read out to you bright star
Do I look up and admire?
A passerby in awe of existence itself?
Shall I walk around the light?
In pursuit of my latest droll pastime?
Will walking through the light inspire me?
Will standing in light
Immortalite ephemere- « Lucile ? »Immortalite ephemere5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Il répéta ce nom avec insistance pour que la jeune fille le regarde. Il essaya de tendre sa main pour lui effleurer la joue mais il n'y arriva pas, trop faible pour ça.
Allongé dans son lit d'hôpital, il ne pouvait pas la consoler.
-« Lucile, regarde-moi. » lui demanda-t-il d’une voix rauque et faible.
- « Oui ? »
La jeune femme leva ses yeux rougis et essuya maladroitement ses larmes.
Elle savait que c'était la fin. Sa fin à lui, pauvre petite créature recroquevillée dans un lit qui n'était même pas le sien.
-« Laisse-moi te dire une chose, petite. »
-« Oui ? »
-« Ton nom est magique. Tu sais ce qu'il veut dire ? »
Elle fit non de la tête.
-« Ca veut dire apporter la bonne étoile, petite. »
Il toussa à s’en décrocher les poumons avant de reprendre :
-« Maintenant il suffit de croire en l'étoile que tu appo
From What I've WitnessedI can feel the world coming undone. It's a slowly unwinding ball of yarn; unravelling and ever-changing, but every time another ring of string falls from the tightly knit cluster it is noticed. Every disaster, every death, every tear. Each are a reminder that we aren't invincible, that we aren't gods, that we're simply here to fill space until the next line come through. Everyone is a cog, a worker in a machine; here to be seen, to be noticed, to make a mark, a smudge, a scratch in the soft metal surface.From What I've Witnessed5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
If I have learned anything at all in my life so far, it's that we need each other. No matter how mad we get, or sad, we need other people. I have tried very hard to be secluded from others, due to my distrust in the basic human being, but have experienced difficulties in which I need another body, another soul, another set of ears to listen to my hardships, to be there to tell me it's okay and that I will survive, though I already know I will.
I don't like people. I've seen the bad, t
Watch You Walk AwayI watch you walk awayWatch You Walk Away6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And am pained that I never took the chance to know you
I pleaded with myself
But never said a word
I told myself there would be more time later
When I could be more confident
Yet now I watch you walk away
You were right in front of me
Yet I let you remain so far away
Barely speaking more than a greeting
Always desperate for more
But never allowing myself
And I know there is no more time
As I watch you walk away
annathe stars areanna6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in our blind spots
the driving rain
photographed in black and white
a warm kiss
of a summer night
don't let the light go down on you
keep the sunlight warm
in the skin of your thighs
if there's color left
in the crayon box
take up your make-up
that fire burning
in your eyes
the science of silence.your arms form a barrier, blocking out all sound,the science of silence.6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
there is nothing but you.
you are the only thing that
can make a buzzing fan
sound like a butterfly;
a creaking house
like a lullaby.
moaning wind and soft footsteps,
tickings of clocks, downstairs.
but you made it feel like a soft cocoon;
a weightless wall of something golden:
"silence is good in its absolution,"