Self Reliant.Self Reliant.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mama really loved me,
And mama tried her best,
But all her time and money
Was spent on beer and cigarettes.
Daddy tried to love me,
And daddy tried to stay,
But I wasn't born a boy for him,
And daddy moved away.
Mama's boyfriend loved me best,
He promised he would change,
But when the rum dripped to his lips
His screams became my pain.
Big sis used to protect me,
'Till mama's boyfriend came around;
Then every night she left the house
That Hell to which I was bound.
God said I meant the world to him,
And promised to be with me;
But when I needed him the most,
He was no where to be seen.
When daddy asked me to live with him
I was happy to be free,
But playing house with him and his wife
Was like imprisonment to me.
Daddy wanted to help me,
'Cause he knew that I was Broked,
So daddy called the theripist
And shoved prozac down my throat.
Mama felt deserted,
And mama cried and cried.
I promised her it'd be okay,
Though I knew that was a lie.
All the while my skin grew pink
From the d
Sky's the limit - 2The crew was awakened by a call from the control station after a few hours of rest, because of a unexpected breakdown of some apparatus in the engine compartment.Sky's the limit - 24 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Edge, Zorath, Connor and some other councilors went to the bridge and Edge looked over the instruments, "We no longer have thrust. One of the main engines is out of order," he pushed a few keys, collecting as much information as possible about the cause of the failure, "A control circuit stopped working. We'll have to go replace it if we want to continue."
"Do you know what happened? Is this an attempt to sabotage the ship?" asked Zorath.
"I don't think so. The area was empty when the malfunction occurred and the sensors aren't detecting anything."
This area hadn't been explored so far, because there were no crew members nor prisoners to spare and as it had no interest for the crew prior to the malfunction. Now they were forced to go there and they didn't know what would await them, due to the lack of prior scouting missions.
mapping wars in skinmapping wars in skin8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Twenty eight years... Twenty eight years on this planet and I still sit on the edge of my bed counting scars and watching the razor in my fingers gleam. Strange how this piece of sharp metal makes the blood feel like acid in my chest. Cutting loose a neverending seeming stream of red that felt like cool rain on a scorching summer day. I still remember how it feels and how it almost ruined me. It still renders me mute.
Over five hundred count. Still counting even. My flesh now a mapping of guilt, misery and loneliness like fractured and baffled city streets with no traffic lights and a speed limit of 110. Can't feel what isn't there and a head full of bad memories certainly deserves some vacation time.
I kept saying that they were war wounds, from a war where the only soldier was me. Hard to fight nuclear war with yourself nonstop for sixteen years. You get burned out quickly.
Each of these white lines on my arm tells me where I've been when I don't remember.
Every track mark is another
Robinton vs. Toonzsedeki (Ven) *Make sure to read the description before reading the actual chapter!*Robinton vs. Toonzsedeki (Ven)6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Who's next?" Zorath roared into the crowd, taking the stage once more.
Behind the black and red dragon, Zooks and Tano'rath descended the steps off the raised platform, pistols in hand. Both had bullet wounds from their 1500's standoff. Zooks with a bullet in his arm, but little else, and Tano'rath with a cracked and bleeding belly plate. He held his side and favored it with a limp. As Torkos, the purple doctor of the Council, stepped forward, he could see that a lung might have been punctured. Just one of the many wounds brought on by the Council sparring this night. It was good for the dragons to get their frustrations and grudges out of the way in a much more civilized fashion than the norm. Still, so far this was the worse yet, complete with internal bleeding. Torkos cringed at the thought of
Falling Towards the Sky Pt. 1-Read the description before continuing-Falling Towards the Sky Pt. 12 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“C’mon!” Fanfir struggled against his teammate, arms burning as he tried to overpower his fellow dragon. Blue-scaled muscles rippled as they spasmed. His friend of purple scales remained quiet, his muzzle locked in a feral snarl.
Their clawed hands were locked together on a plasteel tabletop, their efforts shaking it. They had been going at this for a while, and now they were beginning to tire, Fanfir more so. His claw began to lean towards the tabletop.
“Damn... you... Torkos,” Fanfir grunted between breaths. The purple dragon grinned at the words, showing off the entirety of his upper five, fused fangs, and the sharp teeth behind them. Two tails whipped back and forth in excitement, one purple, long and slender, and one blue, short and thick.
The distance between Fanfir’s claw and the table was shrinking by fractions. The dragon growled
Life After PeopleLife After People5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What Happens When There's No One Left?
What Happens When We Disappear?
What Will Become Of Earth
When Everythings Gone
And Silence Engulfs The Planet?
What Will Become Of The World
When Men Cease To Exist
And Everything Falls Apart?
What Will Happen With Life After People?
Witness the EndI sat with her at the edge ofWitness the End5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a world working without us,
that we were never a part of,
and watched it commit suicide
light flashed from various sources,
and the roaring of the fire drowned
out any screams sparks dispersed in
the darkening sky, and for miles and miles
the land was engulfed by the demons
its people had unleashed themselves
the destruction thrived with seemingly
infinite energy (though we knew it
would not last), and did not discriminate
among its victims; pure chance judged
what was to be crushed, exploded,
or shot by a budding psychopath
and then the fate of said psychopath
and when there was nothing left to burn
and the fire finally flickered down, tired
and burned out for the night, when
the world went to sleep with the
ending of an era and broke the
trance it had put us in,
she turned to me goddess,
deity, with her detached look
and eyes that shone with sympathy
but were underlined with wisdom
and a profound understanding
of our place in this bu
SomethingDear You,Something4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This letter is for you and you only, please do not read otherwise.
I've never been good at beginnings so I'll get to the point I miss you. No wait that's too out there, how about I want to be your friend again? I want to be your best friend again. The one you could turn to and cry on. But you seem busy with her. She's the person that filled in my space as I walked out. Did I ever apologize for that? It's also really obvious that you like her, with the way you hug her. I remember that hug. That kills me, but I don't want to admit that. I will admit that I'm jealous and that I secretly wish it was me you're holding. But I can't let you know that because then you'd know that I still love you. That I will always love you but I will have to push aside those feelings because I know you don't feel the same way. So please continue with whatever you're doing. Don't let this affect your actions. I just wanted you to know th
The Fine PrintThe Fine PrintThe Fine Print5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was certainly the oddest job interview Bradshaw Brittle had ever attended.
He nervously adjusted his tie as he heard a voice call him in beyond the door.
It was silly of him to be this fidgety, he knew. As if this was his first time. He was no longer a spotty-faced youngster, after all, but a grown man with a solid résumé and years of experience. There was just something about impeccable, neatly ordered offices like this that gave him the willies. They always made him feel as if the walls themselves were watching him and frowning upon every loudly echoing cough and sniff.
All right, breathe, he told himself as he got to his feet. Just because you desperately need the money is no cause to act like this is the end of the world. You've done this sort of thing before.
He peeked through the door and looked around cautiously. It was a large room, with tall windows covering almost the entire surface of the opposite wall and along the walls an impressive disp
WHY ITS GOOD SOME MLP-VILLAINS GOT REFORMEDWHY ITS GOOD SOME MLP-VILLAINS GOT REFORMED1 year ago in Settings More Like This
WHY ITS GOOD SOME VILLAINS GOT REFORMED AND WHY ITS GOOD SOME OTHERS DID NOT.
I think this whole "Freak out"-thing the Community is having right now about the Return and Reformation of some Villains in the Show is a bit exaggerated...
Just because three villains became good, doesn't mean they are going to reform EVERY kind of villain now.
Night Mare Moon had to turn back to normal because she is the Royal Princess of the Night, Celestias Sister. And even if Celestia could have continue bringing Day and Night by herself, Equestria needs to stay in balance with the two of them. Everybody loves Luna and the first episode would have been weird if they just KILLED Night Mare Moon. But Luna is not the point because nobody ever compared about her Transformation. But still, Luna is also a Villain who got reformed.
Trixies return was already planned after her very first Episode and for me her return was nothing surprising because she didn't really learn her lesson the las
The Call of an EinherjarValiant Warrior of Midgard,The Call of an Einherjar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have been chosen,
To heed the call of a Valkyries omen,
For the howls of terror are on the rise,
As the castle of Valhalla is lurked by eyes
Young warrior, listen to my call!
For Valhalla is nearing its fall,
The time of Ragnarok is fast approaching,
Lokis troops are already encroaching
Heed my words oh valiant warrior,
For the war will storm the plains of Midgard,
Even the Gods are not safe behind the walls of Asgard,
The time of vengeance is almost at hand,
Rains of terror will surely strike Odins land
Oh my beloved einherjar,
You have been chosen for this sole reason,
To bring upon the Aesirs beacon,
To leave your enemies dead in the cold winter season
Valiant warrior, do me proud!
For I will say your name out loud,
To be the defender of Lord Odins cause,
Lets show them to never oppose,
The might of an Aesirs strode.
Now, my beloved einherjar on to victory!
Bring them down to their o
Chill Frostclaw vs. Torkos Arcflame "Fellow members of the Council!" shouted the black and red dragon, Zorath, standing above the nearly hundred others surrounding him. He smiled, showing white razors that glinted in the light casted by low dragon fires around the room, and the one massive stadium light above. The brightness only succeeded at making him seem more terrifying than he really is, creating contrast that showed off the ring of spikes about his neck, the horns along his muzzle, and the spires of bone jutting out the back of his head.Chill Frostclaw vs. Torkos Arcflame6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Today, the third annual Council Sparring shall begin!" A raucous approval met his words, and the head of the Council almost felt the roars that the other dragons replied with.
"It's been decided that to begin, we will be giving you something that has been brewing for nearly twenty years on end! More in fact! So let's get stuck in it!" Ever more roaring met his words. The Council loved a good fight, and they al
A New SpeciesA New Species4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in any direction
seems to be a glorious mix-up
in which the
the last couple of hundred years
could not hide.
Now it may be air-borne
LatinLatinLatin10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found a dead language, rotting
in a book older than the trees
that had birthed it. It had joined its lovers—
fallen men of an archaeologists' Empire.
I asked why only it had a tomb,
while others crumbled in desert
The words just smiled at me,
a skull's last grin as I lowered the lid
The question bled back that night
dripped in my ear like Hamlet's doom.
Why, I asked, have I heard nothing
of your miscarried siblings:
the Carpenter's Aramaic,
bearded Old English,
even Attic Greek that launched
a thousand ships—are they
not also dead?
The lipless smile replied,
spoke with no tongue,
Because I once was Rome,
Come With Me if You Want to Live“Are you Sally Connal?”Come With Me if You Want to Live8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Do I know you?”
The musclebound gentleman stared through his sunglasses. “That is improbable.”
“Because you look kind of familiar. Aren’t you the Governor of somewhere?”
“This is not a productive area of discussion. Are you Sally Connal?”
To Sally’s surprise, the man slowly drew a large handgun from his coat pocket. To her even greater surprise, a motorcycle crashed through the café window next to her, knocking him through a similar window on the opposite side of the building. The rider of the motorcycle did a tight lap of the room, brought the vehicle to a dramatic halt and stretched out an arm.
“Come with me if you want to live!”
Sally glanced over at the first guy who had spoken to her. He was already standing, the glass under his feet crunching dramatically, as it would under the feet of an implacable bad guy in an action movie.
Sally set do
Suicide of Split Personality(sorry)Suicide of Split Personality3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Despicable in many aspects. Shuddering from the thigh with caramel consistency.
"Maybe you should stanch the poor oozing creature..."
Moving, but slightly, slowly. Unsteady. How dare you; bludgeoning beggars with wealth?
"You are full of audacious suggestions and unpleasant emotions. Could you somehow, possibly, just go away?"
And oh god am I laughing; because memory is always smart enough to label these moments as hilarious.
(Have I spoken of the werewolf laughter? How it starts out scratched and infected, but mostly just thankful to be alive. Then within seconds the giggles are morphing into shrieks; feral instinct snapping these chuckles into to
The Black LeviathanThe Black LeviathanThe Black Leviathan6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
From the personal journal of Mathew Lammb (1898-1959), Lifeboat Captain at Mullion Cove, Cornwall, dated 23rd November 1927.
Infinitely distant, and at the same time infinitesimally close to ours, is a black underworld through which their sail unknown things and untold horrors that hail from a time and a place not our own. Such have I seen for myself in the long time that has passed since last I made an entry in these pages, and I feel it will be some time before I do so again. I have told no other living soul of what transpired on the fourth of September, and not without good cause; it is a story so mad, so warped, so ludicrously fantastic, that scarce would be those who would hear it and not presume it to be some fiction or sign of dementia. Yet I feel the need to put pen to paper on the matter, if only to convince myself that madness has taken no hold on me and that such an incogitable thing did indeed occur. So, here if nowhere else, ther
Maybe you are my inner demonMaybe you are my inner demon1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have my inner demons.
And they are tearing me apart.
Through my rib cage,
They are eating away my heart.
I have you,holding me tight.
You can feel the pulse of my soul
I am afraid,save me.
Make those evil creatures go.
I have monsters under my bed.
They whisper only bullshit in my ear.
Their voices are so quiet for others,
But so loud for me to hear.
I feel like losing my balance,
I will fall soon,
I wonder,did Lucifer
Have his inner demons,too.
I trust them,
And they say you'll leave.
It's like they want to kill.
But you caught my body,
You're the one with my soul's key.
With the color of my artery's blood
on your body,you said to me:
"Don't talk to monsters under your bed,
Cause they don't like us at all.
Sleep,I am here,my love.
They don't know what we know."
.Cutting...It..Cutting...It.8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anaya is an eight year old girl from Abuja, Nigeria. She lives with her mother, father, and two sisters. She enjoys playing outside with her friends but has no objections to helping her mother around the house…and she has a story to tell.
It was a warm day and I wanted to be out playing with my friends. I could hear kids yelling and laughing, but I stood in the kitchen cutting the vegetables as I had been told to do. My sister and I were, for some reason, not to go out today. I wondered why I had been asked to do kitchen work and what Urenna, my older sister, had been ordered to do. As firstborn and my mothers favourite, it was often she who often helped in the kitchen with my mother.
I did not wonder for long, as I was soon interrupted by my mother bustling into the room. Snapping at me to stop daydreaming and get on with cleaning the worktops, she takes the large kitchen knife I had previously been using and departs somehow managing to give an air of great purpose and de
Untitled Come up with one"COMMANDER!!! WE GOT INCOMMING F****S ON OUR F****ING ASS!" Yelled Cpl. Charles as more of the little buggers advanced closer upon the squad.Untitled Come up with one4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was an invasion of the Planet Snitzaguh, or it was supposed to be. So far the invasion was going horrible. Federation troops were dying by the thousands and the Feds couldn't get past the beachhead they maintained and held with religious zeal.
The bugs alone were not a problem. Problem was was that there were MILLIONS per battle. This particular one taking place on a rocky hill, with the Federation troops making a desperate last stand to hold the place.
"WELL Corporal just shut up and keep shooting!" Commander Jack yelled back.
The Cpl and Jack go way back, before the Bug Wars. They were buddies in high school and college, and when Jack enlisted for the Fed military, no one was faster then Charles in getting to that damn draft board. They've been through thick and thin together, for good and bad, and embarrassing and hilarious adventures.
Made a Man I brushed my hair out of my eyes and looked out the window as I leaned my elbow on the wooden sill. Chipped paint came off without a fight as I scratched it away, making random letters and designs in the woodwork. I made a duck and wrote my name. White leaflets of paint fell to the dingy blue carpet, but I brushed them away with my foot.Made a Man4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moon shined a pale white on our lawn, illuminating the grass and weeds and gravel that littered it. The willow tree shimmered as the wind caught its shining branches and made them dance with each other. Leaves flew silently across the yard, landing for a bit, then kicking back up again. The gravel driveway was littered in different weeds that popped up through the gaps between the rocks.
Looking out the window isnt gonna make him come back, a sullen voice spoke behind me. I turned to see Luke. He wore his black Misfits shirt that Dad got him