101. FreedomLuke pushed me up against the door, placing one of his calloused fingers on my chapped lips. "Shh... They might hear us," he whispered as he reached his other arm around me to open the door behind me.101. Freedom5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As soon as it was open, he thrust me inside, making my back hit something hard. A wall, I think. I blushed when he closed the door, but then I realized who he meant when he had said 'they' when two bearlike shadows passed by the door's window; he had meant the two bear brothers.
They paused in front of our door, but when they decided that no one was in here, and left, I sent a silent 'thank you' to the gods.
After about a few minutes of awkward silence, Luke's finger slid down from my lips and stopped under my chin, tilting my head upwards to meet his soft and caring gaze. He bent and kissed my forehead lightly, making me blush.
"Are we really going to pass by Camp, Luke?" I asked him quietly, smiling when he nodded.
Mirrorland Chapter 1I was standing in front of a mirror that seemed oddly familiar to me... Weird... And in the mirror was an image so beautiful, so surreal, I could only stare at it in amazement and bewilderment.Mirrorland Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A deep, husky voice called to me from the gigantic black castle that sat in the top right hand corner. It said, no it beckoned, "Nadelia... Come to me my sweet..." I had never heard a voice as enticing as this one before, so naturally I eagerly pressed both of my hands against the glass surface, surprised to find it rather warm instead of cold.
When I experimentally pressed my body against it, the warmth passed right through my night gown and warmed me to my core. In a burst of what I think were sparks, I was suddenly sucked into the miraculous image.
I landed with a soft thud! on a black marble floor, and as I gazed around I realized I was in the castle's ballroom.
Out of the corner of my eye, I swear I saw a tall, long haired figure. When
Mirrorland PrologueA little girl, no older than four and a half, watched in awe as the giant, mahogany wood mirror in front of her glowed. Its glass surface started rippling, and soon it was reflecting something other than the dusty attic space behind her. The she saw now was full of a beauty that seemed dark and mysterious. There were vast fields full of nothing but roses of all different colors, a river that glistened red and snaked through valleys filled with villages, and up in the corner sat a marvelous castle that looked as dark as the starless night sky above the landscape. The only thing in the sky was the amber colored sun.Mirrorland Prologue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The castle glistened under the sun, and the little girl swear she heard what sounded like a little boy's voice coming from the castle say, "Come, girl. Come and play with me..."
She was curious and brave enough to reach out and touch the wondrous image, but as she did a cold chill ran through her body, which made her scre
Help Me, I'm Fading.....Help me! I'm fading into the darkness,Help Me, I'm Fading.....5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
falling into a deep pit of Hell,
watching as others' lifes go by,
and notice that none of them stop to help me out,
of this deep pit of Hell.
I'm Sick And TiredI'm Sick and TiredI'm Sick And Tired5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm sick and tired of hearing that I don't do anything right; I'm sick and tired of being told that nothing I do in my life is right. I'm sick and tired of being told what I'm not and I wish that you would just tell me what I am. So mom, please, just tell me about all the things I do right in my life.
Build Me UpBuild Me UpBuild Me Up5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You build me up just to break me down,
build me up to break me down.
You're breaking through to my inner wall,
inch by inch, brick by brick 'til there's nothing more.
With your horrible words of hate,
you're busting open my mental gate.
But honey I'm sorry that you think you're winning, cause you're not!
ColorsColors5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You look around you, you look at your surroundings and see nothing but color. You begin to wonder, "What would the world be like if there were no colors." There are many answers to that question, but the one I use to answer it is a simple one when you think about it; "If the world was drained of color, everything would be black and gray. A boring, lifeless world that would be." I add. You look at me as if I were nuts, but I just smile at you and leave you staring blankly in the direction I left in.
ShadowsShadows5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I advert your gaze, and you walk right past me, and you pay no mind to me. I think of insulting you, just to annoy you. But then my mind wonders else where as I put my chapped lips to the silver metal facet of the water fountain. My mind wanders all over the place, and I start to think; we are only shadows of our lives; we never truly are or will be. We are lives' shadows,and we live for the now, but the now can always be a tomorrow. And as I wipe my wet mouth on my sleeve, I think of how nice it would be if you and I had never met.
75. Mirror75. Mirror75. Mirror5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I forced myself to climb the steps to the attic, which was where the Oracle was held, but I couldn't stop myself from purposely moving slow.
As soon as I reached the top, I opened the door very slow-like, anticipating the moment when the familiar reptilian smell that the Big House's attic held hit me. When the door was finally completely, I stepped inside, and the familiar reptilian scent hit me as I noticed the mirror, the one Chiron had said was given to him to give to me, hiding among all of the old Greek hero battle junk, its brass frame decorated with various gemstones, making it look like it definitely didn't belong there.
I stepped up to it, my eyes widening when I saw what was reflected in the mirror. There was blood all over me, even in my hair, my eyes were a blazing shade of red, and my orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt had three rip marks in the middle of my chest.
Nobody KnowsNobody KnowsNobody Knows5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nobody Knows who I really am,
and nobody knows my life.
Nobody knows how much I've been through,
but no one seems to care.
Nobody knows what it's like to be me,
and nobody cares to know.
Every time somebody looks at me,
they only see who I'm pretending to be; somebody bored and tired.
But I'm actually someone greater than that;
I'm a person of smarts and will.
And I'm proud to be me,
even if nobody knows.
Song of the DeadSong of the DeadSong of the Dead5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Come and hear the song of the dead,
the melody that means the dreaded end.
Ghosts are the singers of this haunting tune,
but the wind is the carrier of this hated tune.
It may seem like a time for mourning,
but death itself is a time for loving.
SilenceSilence5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Silence is the worst kind of sound there is. I could suffer in it, if that was possible. Silence is also the loudest noise there is. It brings with it a distinct feeling nobody wants to feel; awkwardness. Awkwardness lingers in the air we breathe, it feeds off of the silence we create, and it loves to see us suffer in its atmosphere.
Tainted BeautyI'm a tainted beauty,Tainted Beauty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or so I think.
Inside of my head are things no one should think,
thoughts so scary there's no forgetting about them.
They're filled with blood, hate, and death,
but the deeper you go, the brighter they become.
DreamsDreams5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fall asleep and have your dreams,
fall asleep and have your fantasies.
Just dream your dreams of peace and love,
and allow yourself to escape this wicked realm we call reality.
BleedingBleeding5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm bleeding for you,
spilling my crimson liquid of life for you.
I keep on spilling it for you,
but you never seem to notice the puddle of blood I've created just for your enjoyment.
You smirk at my pain,
and I'm glad my blood shed and pain amuses you.
But I just wish you knew why I was spilling,
who I was spilling my blood for.
I go to bed, dreaming of you,
you're laughing at the puddle of blood I created, laughing at my pain.
You smirk, and your smirk makes my blood run cold.
I wake up with a start, and cry myself to sleep,
for my crying is the only lullaby I have ever known.
But in the morning I know that every thing is ok,
since you never really paid any attention to me.
And at first I hated that,
but now I know.......
That your unawareness of me is the best thing that could have ever of happened to me.
Dangerous Ability PromoWhat do you do when you get kidnapped and taken to a secret military training facility? What if that same secret military training facility was designed so that people could go in, but never go out? The halls and classes of Albatross Ability Academy are lined and filled with all sorts of interesting faces and amazingly different yet simple abilities; ones who have super speed, ones who can play with fire, ones who can shapeshift, and even ones who can read minds. But evil lurks in the shadows, and one girl is determined to get out of there before it's too late and everyone is dead, or worse, they start disappearing and become science experiments. Is escape even possible with the anti-magic shield that surrounds the entire Academy?Dangerous Ability Promo5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Two-Tone Poem for SchoolMy public self is dagger silver-Two-Tone Poem for School5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shiny, sharp, and very cruel,
like a killer about to strike.
Privately I'm tainted red-
bruised, broken, and full of pain,
but at the same time so full of love for the guy I like.
Today I'm neither,
instead I'm the always overlooked black.
Hushed Giggles Tortous WhisperHushed Giggles and Tortous WhispersHushed Giggles Tortous Whisper5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They're all staring at me a if I'm some poisoned freak. I can hear them giggling, and I can feel them looking and pointing at me. I wonder what they're saying.... I think, feeling like I could burst into tears any minute now. They have no idea what it's like to be me while they're talking about me; they don't put themselves in my shoes.
How It Feels to Be MeHow It Feels to Be Me5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
How It Feels to Be Me
What if your own private paradise came crashing down one day? What if you were to suddenly become happy because of your friends, but then they started to ignore you? Then I'm sure you would know how it feels to be me.
What I Have LearnedWhat I Have Learned5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What I Have Learned
I've learned that erasers are only for erasing words, not actions. I've learned that you can't really take back something you've done or said to someone that made them hurt. I have learned that when you want something for someone else, you end up only wanting it for yourself. I've learned that love doesn't make the world go 'round, but that hate, cruelty, and violence does. I have learned that the finest things in life are found in the simplest of places. I've learned that money isn't enough, and that love is what you need. I have learned that it's not enough to want, but it is enough to need. And I have learned that no matter how far away a couple maybe from each other, they can still love each other with all their hearts.