On my way homeBy Romy LaraOn my way home2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I exit the studio, sighing at the sight of the sun quietly hiding behind the trees and buildings. Turn to the right and keep walking. Cars are passing by, people in black suits get out from the nearest buildings; none of them care about their surroundings. I lift up my head and notice in big steel-letters the name of the company that owns that peculiar orange building in the corner of the street. It's the first time I see it. The sky is painted blue with some dabs of gray, just as if somehow the color of the concrete street had been absorbed by the clouds.
Behind me there's a couple discussing something about a house. She doesn't sound happy. And he's just getting mad. She shouts and speeds up, him trying to catch up with her, but it's futile. She is a very good runner despite her heels. The man glances at me. I toy with the white cable of my earphones and pretend I didn't hear anything. I pass him. He just stands there. I wonder what would he do now. But I have no time to
AccidentGoal: Cold Medicine.Accident4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Achievement: Zombie Apocalypse.
The HusbandI took a nap, and when I woke up, the dog that had been sleeping on my chest had become a husband.The Husband3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
I said, “Get off, you’re heavy.”
And while he sheepishly slunk to the floor, I asked him what he thought he was doing, being a husband when all I wanted was a dog. He kissed my foot and said that I needed a husband.
This is something that many have tried to tell me in the past, and I was not up for hearing about it. Not on a Saturday afternoon, when I had to fully wake up from my nap, make some coffee, and putz around for a few hours before meeting Sammie for drinks down at Calico’s, so we could watch all the cowboys wearing their finest, most colorful shirts and tightest jeans. Which last part seemed like something to which a husband might take offense.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not a wife, so you’d better change back now.”
“Could you be a wife for a little bit? Try it out?” His eyes were still brown and far too reminiscent of a
SwingsetSwingset sways, creaks, groans... stands still.Swingset4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Toby's Super Awesome Guide to many Werewolf Things
Alpha-(α) The Executive leader of the Clan and overseer of the entire territory. The selection of an Alpha is done by popular vote there is also an interim alpha which are the runner up. Interim Alphas only serve until a new Election is held. Any werewolf can apply to be an Alpha. At the age of 6, Toby was the youngest to be elected and the interim served the position until Toby would be able to perform his duty. The implied criteria for an Alpha is abnormal strength, cunning, strict morals, bravery, compassion, and intelligence, but this interpretation of the criteria is entirely up to the voter.
Anthro- A Greek based word meaning Human-like. This is the 2nd form werewolves may take. The physical characteristics that the 2nd form differs from the 1st are: Longer nails, protruding teeth, yellow or golden eyes, Taller, more muscle, pointed ears, longer hair, raspy voice, fur more noticeable, and nose is
Altair: Madness of the BeastKerak, 1187 CEAltair: Madness of the Beast6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had fought like a beast. And so they had chained him like one.
The darkness was so absolute it seemed solid, hard enough to touch. Nothing penetrated its veil: no daylight for there were no windows to allow any, nor was there any torchlight for the door to the cell was solid wood, covered in rusted steel plates on both sides. The cell was made of large stone blocks, roughly squared but well fitted together with mortar. It was small in size, six feet from the back wall to the door and across from wall to wall: a square shape. A stone box. A strong cage. For an Eagle.
The prisoner shifted, chains clinking. The sound of metal moving was loud in the darkness. As grating as the regular heartbeat reverberating in the room. How could no one hear it outside? Since hed been thrown here two weeks had it been that long? Hed lost track of time down here in this dank damp slime covered box of a room ago he had hardly seen anyone, least of all the man who&
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
The Power of Broccoli"Six foot..."The Power of Broccoli4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Six Word Writer"Unicorns!"Six Word Writer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mythology was last week."
Carve up a smileThere's a fire exit sign on the wallCarve up a smile4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it's pointing the wrong way on purpose
And they're saying women and children first,
but i don't think those are life boats
they don't even mention the teenagers
we'll be dead within the day
thats why we all dye our hair
as if someone will notice
We're in DANGER
summer poemyou used to say it wassummer poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the only time of year
that actually deserved to be called a
sweat on our faces shone like
sticky cellophane, and we
ran through sprinklers if
no one was looking.
with damp undershirts and
ice-clinking glasses and
asphalt smoking heat
and dust - you said
everyone's eyes were a little bit brighter,
like we were
borrowing something [life]
from the sun.
you walked around your little apartment, smiling
in thongs you changed twice a day, when you could -
about how funny
the AC chose right now to break,
and you'd look outside and smirk at
crossing the street just to walk in the shade.
and i'd spend all day just
waiting for a shower
i'd feel dirty again half an hour after taking.
then i'd lie there at night with the
windows wide open and
your hot body draped
and i'd wish i didn't
have to share that bed with you.
you'd snuggle closer and whisper
and i'd pretend i'd fallen asleep.
Scottish Folk Tale: Death Once upon a time there was an old lady who feared death. She lived in a old cottage on the top of a grassy hill. She locked all her windows and her doors and never let in a soul fearing death would get in. She served on the bounties of the small village that lived near by. The old woman would open her from window a crack so the villagers would put in bread and water. One winter, one of the coldest she could remember she was making hot tea when she heard a faint knocking on her firm wooden door. She looked at the door and settled the tea pot on the table. and rasped, "Who is there?" She received no answer so thinking it was once again the village kids she picked up the tea pot and again she heard a faint knocking. Still caring the tea pot she shuffled her way toward the door and rasped again, "Who is there?" AfteScottish Folk Tale: Death5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a Red Dress Under the MoonSlowly the moon raisesIn a Red Dress Under the Moon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The air is warm
and the wind is cool
The perfect time...
In a loose red dress
and in the middle of the street
The perfect time...
Twirl and swirl
Cold feet tapping with glee
Alone but full of mirth
The perfect time...
The stars shine bright, my lights
My moon, the spotlight,
And the world, my stage
The only time to dance
A spoonful of honestyI fear that I have become so accustomed to tragedy that I no longer know how to live without it. And although the seasons change, they remain the same year after year. A scared, quiet girl sitting alone in a pastel painted cell, trapped by the knowledge of who she was, the dream of who she wants to be, with no idea of who she is.A spoonful of honesty6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We all lie, sometimes. Whether its to make excuses or to rationalise our decisions and situations, we all falsify our existence to get by. Ive fought what I am for so long now that Ive become everything I feared I would be.
I am the best thing my mother has ever done, and I have failed her. So who do we blame, or are enough fingers already stretched out and pointing that it doesnt matter anymore?
I dont talk about it much, but the thing that hinders me most is my fear of whats inside of me. For there, in the darkness of my flesh and bone, my genetic makeup decides an uncertain future. Sometimes, when Im alone or trying
Stray - Part 2Stray - Part 27 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The small cat demon held the vampire's hand then entire way. Ian kept glancing down at him, smiling slightly.
They walked for a long time, or at least it seemed so to the little redhead cat demon, but they finally came to a small, out-of-buisness hotel. The kind that had few, but large, cozy rooms, and had at one point been somebody's home-for-rent. Though it was no longer in the service of the public, the place did not look run-down. Quite the opposite, there was the soft glow of firelight coming from the living area, orange-yellow light shimmering warm and welcoming from the large front window, though the curtins were drawn.
Ian paused outside the door and looked down at the boy. "This is my coven." He said, his voice rather quiet.
The small boy's large blue eyes looked the front of the house up and down. "Yours?"
The vampire nodded, smiling slightly. "I'm the leader." He looked at the door and sighed slightly. "For now." He muttered.
The small cat demon s
DiscomposureYou stumbleDiscomposure5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the tree
and still you sing,
"Life has only
brought me pain."
of your misery
as if it were a
can bruises bring?
speak in fear,
to the tears."
July 27th, 2009
Eat"Oy, let me see your calorie card!" The skinny man at the hotdog stand demanded, holding my hotdog just out of reach.Eat5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sighed and dug the plastic out of my pocket, handing it to him with a sour grimace on my face. I was sure I had already exceeded my allotted 1500 calories for today, but I was just so darn hungry. Seriously, what was one hotdog going to do to my figure anyway?
He shook his head as he swiped it through the scanner. "Sorry girlie. This hot dog is 242 calories. You only have 10 calories left for today." He shooed me away in preference of those with enough calories on their card to afford his food.
My stomach grumbled its complaints all the way home. If I had really wanted that hotdog I could have gone to the gym and earned more calories on my card, but I really wasn't in the mood for exercise.
It started in California, taking hold among the mothers who didn't want their kids to become fat
What is art?What is art?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Describe what you call art'
To me art is something from the heart.
It's an embodiment of a vision,
It's a display of ambition.
An artist's work is never done,
Cause to the artist the work is only part of the fun.
An artist tries to show his emotions,
While sometimes hiding his true motions.
They say the eyes are the gate to the soul,
That's why an artist will never look foul.
They guide people through a world only they see,
A world filled with mountains, miracles, oceans and land seas.
So whenever somebody asks me: 'What is art?'
I do not only answer: "Something straight from the heart,
It's everything we know and that which we don't know.
It's hidden by the illusion of reality only certain people can see through."