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Breaking Fall The morning rain fell around me, shining slightly in the light of the small sliver of sun that was beginning to peer over from the East. The movie set I was shooting on was located on a picturesque stretch of grassland, which would have appeared like a Garden if Eden of sorts if it wasn't for the plumes of dark grey city-smoke on the horizon. The cross-country train station was completely deserted. Perfect. There was no one to see me, no one to find me, no one to recognise me...Breaking Fall3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mr Parker, Mr Parker!" came the shrill cries of the paparazzi as the world famous movie star fought his
Witchcraft"It is rather unnatural for me to be here right now, but there are not natural times," the farmer said with a grim countenance. "I have come to you because I am going to die."Witchcraft3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The witch leaned forward, surveying her guest. He was not unlike the other men who regularly came to her for advice, with simple clothes that were slightly torn and ragged but still adequate, tanned skin from his outdoor labour, and strong calloused hands from his work in the field. "And why do you believe that?"
"I have seen omens," the farmer replied. "My crops, you see, which I constantly tend to ensure their prosperity, that were grown on the same field that had g
Pandora's BoxAt first I loathed that woman,Pandora's Box4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pandora, who released the evils,
Into the world we live in,
And destroyed the human race.
But then I reconsidered,
For she had kept trapped the evil,
Of foresight, and had given us,
Hope.
The light in the darkness,
The hero in war,
The one who nursed us from birth,
Hope.
Like a glow in the fog,
Like a numb in the pain,
It is the silver lining on the cloud,
Hope.
Hope, happiness, haven,
We owe it all to the woman,
Who let out all the horrors, except one,
And became both mankind's villain, and hero.
I Am WinterI warn you, I'm blizzards by the dozen,I Am Winter4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each surface glassy ice and powder snow,
Frost, sleet, hail, and all else that is frozen,
Is all that I am, is all that I know.
It seems that she'd been with me since the bud,
With me before I existed at all,
She said she wanted love, she took my blood,
Her teeth in my vein, she drained all my soul.
Her breath is vanilla, part of her spell,
And I thought it would be mine to keep,
I gave her my heart, she took it as well,
Like slipping into cold eternal sleep.
Lips on mine drank my warmth, she's the hunter,
I'm all that she left me, I am winter.
FearI stand, the night closing around me,Fear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare into the dark whirlpool of black,
I feel the cold wind lash at my skin,
I am afraid.
Nowhere to turn,
Nowhere to go,
Lost in the woods,
Stranded in a void of nothingness.
Rustling of leaves,
Silence.
Light footsteps,
Silence.
Frozen I stand,
My heart racing in my chest,
The silence like a thick blanket,
There is a tap on my shoulder.
I force myself to move,
I turn,
I see,
I
Scream!
Bed Time StoryI told this story to my two-and-a-half-year-old sister tonight, and if anyone is wondering who on Earth tells stories like this, just keep in mind that young children enjoy stories of just about any subject matter, as long as it flows and contains elements they like. As for my sister, she likes the planets, bunnies, paintings, and has a habit of memorising names that she hears regularly (say, politicians perhaps).Bed Time Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you think this is ridiculous, well, just think of it as a very serious postmodern stream-of-consiousness piece.
You know how Mercury is a rocky ball? Well it's very small, so small in fact that it was carried by a bunny. The bu
TwoThe small sliver of sun that was just beginning to peak over the East cast a pale yellow light over the small park, making the drops of dew clinging to each blade of grass sparkle like a thousand diamonds. Two figures sat on the edge of the park on an old bench that once, many years ago, might have been painted green, but now had worn away to the bare, weathered wood.Two3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The day had begun.
* * *
The figure in white took a deep breath, her short summer dress fluttering around her. She closed her eyes and began to count in her head. She wouldn't be staying long, just a minute in the frigid morning air before it would be back inside for her stud
Happy EndingsHappy Endings Are Just Fairytales That Haven't Finished YetHappy Endings3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They stand in the courtyard in their finery, the Prince of the land dressed in a majestic black tunic and the daughter of the kingdom's richest Lord draped in the glorious white silks of her gown. The people cheer as they walk past, throwing ribbons and flowers at the newlywed couple. The Prince basks in the attention, smiling and waving at the crowd as he leads his bride toward the castle gates.
It should be me.
It should be me at his side, wearing his ring, spending his wedding night. How many times had he told me that? How many times had he whispered words of love in my ear, te
MilagroShe lay on the narrow bed, connected to an almost frightening array of tubes, needles, and drips. Snatches of conversation flitted in and out of her awareness.Milagro3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"… massive internal injury …"
"… close to death …"
"… no response …"
"… organs will fail if she does not wake soon…"
She wanted to wake up. She tried so hard, but after two days of trying the small sliver of consciousness she was struggling to reach was only moving further and further away. And she was tired, so very tired.
On the fifth day she stopped fighting.
* * *
"Evelyn."
That voice. His voice.
"Evelyn, it's me, Adam."
Goodbye Ad
The Garden of EdenAway from the smoke, away I go,The Garden of Eden4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Away from the noise and the black snow.
No more will I labour before a machine,
Instead I'll work outside in the green.
Leaving behind the boring monotony,
I'll go and find a life of beauty,
For I will once again be in freedom,
Like we started, in the Garden of Eden.
The Broken Pieces of Her Sh...The Broken Pieces of Her Shattered HeartThe Broken Pieces of Her Sh...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Silence Harrol sat at the loom, working her fast, slender fingers along the threads that would soon be her wedding dress. Her parents had been so excited when they told her that she was betrothed to Henry Almington, the local business personage. Of course, no one listened to her objections, that he was an arrogant drunkard who cared for nothing but money, and that he was drastically older than her, in his thirties, while she was only fifteen.
The bells tolled, "I now give you Mrs. Almington" Mrs. Almington, Mrs. Almington, Almington, Almington. The name rang in Silence's ears, the name she would have
Not YouI thought there was a black hole,Not You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my chest, where others have a heart.
I've hurt so many and not cared at all,
But now there's a feeling which just won't part.
I see you standing there,
A victim you would have been,
But now I sit and stare,
Now I think differently.
Your innocence and your beauty,
The look you have in your eyes,
Took me back abruptly,
Took me by surprise.
You befriended me, unaware,
Then started changing me too.
I can't continue, no I can't bear,
To do what I planned to do.
Is this love no it cannot be,
Surely that couldn't come from,
Someone as heartless as me,
Or perhaps I'm wrong.
This I've never felt
21 grams lighter.If you were to kill someone, who would it be?21 grams lighter.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today I came up with the answer to that question, and so I did it.
I killed someone.
I killed my fat self. I stabbed her, once and again. Oh, what a pleasure! Her blood now decorates the walls of my heart.
Yes, I feel empty without her, but it's a nice emptiness, one that gives me purity.
I am no longer tarnished by food. I am finally the conqueror of my world, of my body.
I no longer cry in disgust towards myself. Instead, the silence is broken by the roar of my people, inhabiting my stomach.
I am a cruel ruler, I'm starving them to death, because fatty is no longer around to feed them.
I
LIFE AND YOUI was so used to the rain that when the sun came out I felt utter fear and ran away...LIFE AND YOU3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Caveo of MortalitasI seeCaveo of Mortalitas3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Black, a dark swirling cloud that spreads from before my eyes to the edges of my vision. Black, and nothing more.
I hear
The soft whispers, all around me, come now, join us, it is time…
I feel
Nothing.
I have nothing, no mind, no body, just a soul within the darkness. I see the clouds, hear the whispers, though I am not sure whether or not "see" and "hear" are the right words, for I have no ears, no eyes; I just know.
Come now…The whispers are beckoning. But no, I'm not going to listen.
Join us… But I can't. I have a life to live, a full one, not one cut short so unfairly like this.
It is time… But why? Why
InteritusHe stood on the metal panel, staring out over the barren wasteland.Interitus3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing moved.
Ever since the Great Dying of 2100, any animal bigger than a dog was a rare sight, but now, over two hundred years later, one was lucky to see a butterfly. He ran a hand through his hair, wincing as his identity tag caught in his tangled curls. BD3745. That was all he was. A few letters and numbers thrown together and clapped around his wrist. That was all anyone was.
He turned around to face the gigantic dome that rose up from the polluted ocean, casting its huge shadow over ravished shores. The early warning signs for the Great Dying had been detected over
Shall I Repent?They tell me my execution is near,Shall I Repent?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I stand before you, before this cross,
I've no regrets for what I've done, you hear?
I tell you, you should go, you'll have no loss,
You sit Father, and I tell you I've sinned,
But no, I ask not for your forgiveness,
My soul's already scattered in the wind,
And I've not a care for your holiness.
To repent, I hear you asking from me,
Then I'll have a chance to hear Heaven's song,
But no, I prefer Hell to purity,
Never will I give up the thrill of wrong.
Between sin and faith, you choose the latter,
But I know that sin feels much, much better.
To the FatherThe trees turn green, the rose petals turn red,To the Father4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And everywhere you can see there is life.
Then it all leaves and goes dark overhead,
Like the living and the dead are in strife.
'Tis all your work, your everlasting game,
For it's you who makes the seasons spin 'round.
Allowing the plants to achieve their aim,
Then taking to away without a sound.
But you are no villain, not not at all,
Without you we'd live in ignorance.
for no one but you can teach us our call,
Without your guidance we'd not have a chance.
You are the river of the water flow,
You are the ray piercing the canopy,
You give is our life and you make us grow,
You giv
I Ain't the Broken HeartedI know on the outsideI Ain't the Broken Hearted2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look so calm and together
but inside you will never know
what a wreck I am,
a tornado spinning round
kicking up high winds
and tearing me asunder,
but don't think that means
I will fall away, fall apart
because my strength overrides
the pain.
Now I find myself stranded
between two different worlds
in one I see you waiting there
and in the other I walk alone,
but it is left to you to decide
just which way I will go,
because no longer am I chasing
after fool hardy dreams,
so will you beckon me forth
or let it all just fade away.
No longer will I be your Atlas
holding everything on my own,
Blood ChaliceBlood chaliceBlood Chalice2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
secret keeper
holding life's
mysteries
A taste
upon pale lips
alchemistic drops
Fallen GlassFallen Glass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling glass
Laying broken on the floor
Unwilling to let air pass your heavenly lips
Dreams of you take wing
Soaring in my sad, sad mind
And yet, you'd rather lie,
Like fallen glass.
Falling glass
Is how my voice must sound,
As I call your name out to the sea
Relentless are my thoughts of you
And undying is my hate for myself
I know my words have cut you
Like fallen glass
Falling glass
Shards and edges sharp as blades
Grip my heart, holding it tight
Claimed by the sea are my tears
So you never have to see them
As I saw you, laying there
Like fallen glass
Falling glass
Its tortured beauty is your own
Never will I feel
This Fantasy AngelHe knew this day would comeThis Fantasy Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she said she wanted something real.
But little did he know
His heart, she would steal.
Their fantasy figures danced
Deep into the night.
Reality, never a thought,
Now undoubtedly within sight.
How can he hold on
To never let go?
This fantasy angel
How does he let her know?
Deep within his body, heart,
Mind and soul,
He says that she completes him
Truly makes him whole.
The fantasy that they share
Is unlike any fantasy ever before.
This fantasy angel
Just needs more.
I Once Was BeautifulTime, 'tis he who allows the flowers grow,I Once Was Beautiful4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then throws them away as dust on the ground,
Time, 'tis he who lets beauty come and go,
When he spins and whirls the seasons around.
He changes the living things in the world,
Steals away from us our looks, our beauty,
Leaving only ancient ruins unfurled,
Though he is doing naught but his duty,
He is no villain, no not in the least,
Only he compels us to learn and grow,
With age comes wisdom, like sun in the East,
He will teach us all we will ever know.
I remember yes, remember I do,
Of a time when my mind was still young,
When I laughed and played in the water blue,
And each and every
She RemembersSorrow lingersShe Remembers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with deep impenetrable scars,
who still hears?
A voice long forgot
but resiliency trembles,
she is the one who
will not forget.
Pained love
becomes shadowed
in anger.
Her waking wrath
soon, poor ungrateful
dears.
She will swallow
back into the womb
and life begin anew.
Sta.sh
