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...
"Mr Parker, Mr Parker!" came the shrill cries of the paparazzi as the world famous movie star fought his way from the set back to his trailer. "Could you answer a few questions?" He ignored the onslaught and pushed his way past the hordes of fans, journalists, and magazine photographers. He didn't need this, not now. He had just received the worst phone call of his life and they wanted him to interrogate him about it? "Will you give us a quote?" He
FearI stand, the night closing around me,Fear5 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,
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,
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.Milagro5 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.
* * *
That voice. His voice.
"Evelyn, it's me, Adam."
Goodbye Adam. I'm sorry, I can't go on.
Something soft and small slipped into her hand.
"Remember the orange blossom I gave you on our wedding day? We both made promises that day. Fight this Evelyn. Wake up. Come back to me."
I can't fight anymore.
She felt something warm wrap around her fingers. Instinctively, they tightened.
"I know you can hear
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 Story5 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 bunny and Mercury decided to journey to Saturn where they met a television who told them that a bird was going to land on Pluto. And then another bunny joined them, so the two bunnies, the television, and Mercury went to Pluto, where they found the bird that was landing and it was an eagle. They also found a Kevin Rudd Memorial Bunny and a Tony Abbott
The Broken Pieces of Her Sh...The Broken Pieces of Her Shattered HeartThe Broken Pieces of Her Sh...5 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 to bear like a curse for the rest of her life.
6 Years Later
Silence Almington slowly stirred the stew that would soon be dinner. It was the meal she cooked every night for her husband when he returned home to hurl abuse at her. She was nothing more than a slave. During the early days of their marriage he had treated her kindly, even s
Lady DeathThey think Death is the Reaper,Lady Death5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carrying his scythe,
Able to disappear into vapour,
Like a shadow in light.
But no, Death takes the shape,
Of a person, a woman at that,
With a pitch black cloak a flowing cape,
A crucifix of coal, and grace like a cat.
On rhinestone boots she treads the land,
With midnight eyes she tracks her prey,
A spear of onyx in her hand,
Her hair of ink soaking up every sun's ray.
She dons a studded ebonite vest,
With denim of iron sitting on her hip
A blood stained cutlass at her wrist,
Rings of beryl through her lip.
Her ears are pierced with needle sharp bone,
Her eyelids smudged with ash,
Her mouth a deep, blood-red tone,
the colour of night on each eyelash.
So who is this Queen of Darkness?
Who can she be?
An answer finally comes to a question ageless.
Death, is me.
I Am WinterI warn you, I'm blizzards by the dozen,I Am Winter5 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.
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."Witchcraft5 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 grown many plentiful harvests in the past, have failed without reason. And last week I went down to the paddock where I keep my cows to find them all lying on the ground, strewn about, as they would have been standing before their lives were taken so suddenly and with no discernable cause. My farm is dead. And it is all in preparation for when I will
Pandora's BoxAt first I loathed that woman,Pandora's Box6 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,
The light in the darkness,
The hero in war,
The one who nursed us from birth,
Like a glow in the fog,
Like a numb in the pain,
It is the silver lining on the cloud,
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.
Happy EndingsHappy Endings Are Just Fairytales That Haven't Finished YetHappy Endings5 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, telling me that I was the only woman for him, promising that we would be together forever?
And how many times had I believed him.
I should have known, I should have realised that a Prince like him would never marry a common girl like me. But I didn't. Instead, I lived thoughtlessly by his side as his mistress, his paramour, oblivious to the whisp
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.Two5 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 studies. The childhood of a future top grade private lawyer didn't have time for lazing around.
60, 59, 58, not much time. She only had a minute in the morning to ready her mind, then it would be time to go to her morning classes, followed by the day at her expensive private school, followed by more classes with professional tutors, all paid for by
ClownYou became a puppetClown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing more than just a clown
Jumping from here to there
Smiling until your tears make you drown
And you get flashback of the past
That cold November night
When the winds shattered your hopes
It was forbidden to dream of light
You can't help it
You bleed your tears away
The owner of your soul is wanted
Your ship is so far from this bay
You've got nine lives
But you're left with one
Who will take it?
Its killer is unknown
You're a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
When you cry,
You never leave a sound
The Truth The TruthThe Truth5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See, the funny thing with people
They like to create things
But they don't like to look
Upon their creation.
See, the funny thing with people
They like to make messes
But not clean them up.
See, the funny thing with people
A Silent Request©LonewolfpuppyA Silent Request3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mirror's long reflections
say they show her fantasy world.
The worn headphones on the shelf
say music's her constant escape.
The unfinished artworks on the desk
say she doesn't realise her potential.
And the small, foggy windows
say she feels trapped inside.
The stray paintbrush on the floor
says she seems to be lost.
The broken, black lamp
says she no longer sees clearly.
The pictures on the wall
say she hides behind a mask.
And the frayed, discoloured curtains
say she's not too old, yet not young enough.
The pile of books on the bed
say she can't distinguish reality.
The school uniform in the corner
says she both loves and dreads to wear it.
The masses of whiteout in her work
say she believes she can only be wrong.
And the scrunched paper balls - strewn across the floor
say she silently asks for help.
Broken Wings Broken WingsBroken Wings5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I write this poem here
When All the Mirrors Leave UsPerhaps we will run our hands over our bare naked bodies to feel the bruises, take swaddling-cloth into our spines, and attempt to cloak the hatred sprouting leaves from our ventricles - oh, the hatred that makes us want to discard all our boots; the boots lashed up to our knees in the thickest leather, unbending. It is a decision we know ourselves isn't right, but unsettling things make most of us queasy and short-of-breath and just a little road-sick. Some may ask what it is to feel hollow. It is this.When All the Mirrors Leave Us3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Perhaps we will acid-wash away with all the denim in our genes, white-washed and strung up like fence posts, or hung by the ankles so all the blood rushes to our skulls and we forget that we aren't fish and can easily swim. Perhaps our bodies will be left only in shadows seen scurrying from board to bed, dresser to table, begging for vitamin C, clinging waxen and achy to picture frames and those last long-forgotten faces. The message machine will ask us, "are your memories unsettling o
On your own.I hate being so lonelyOn your own.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling life you have no one left
In the entire world
Yeah, people make promises
And tell you what you want to hear
But when it comes down to it
You're all alone
No one cares about
No one likes you
Let alone anyone love you
It's just you
The ones you thought you knew
They tell you they love you
Or that they'd die without you
But it's just a lie
Like everything else in your life
You think you would be used to it
But you're not
It still hurts
It still makes you sad
But that's what to expect
So in the end
It's just you late at night
Crying into your pillow
With only your razorblade there for you
Nothing they said was ever true
And you should just get used to that
Because it's just you
Against the world.
PleaseI want you to love mePlease3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little like I love you.
Like lovers kissing
For the first time that
It sets the world on fire.
And I plan to burn down
With it because I keep failing
To realize that I'm more than
Just a body for you to touch,
A body for you to hold.
You arms around my ribs
Makes me feel so fragile,
But so safe that I could not
Possibly break while you
And I can feel you hand slipping
From mine even though I beg
You to stay because I hate
The word goodbye and how
You look as you walk away.
I want you to remember me
When you arrive.
And I want you to remember me
When you leave me behind.
Shane-Vengeance BioFull Name: Shane Alan Poe (named himself that)Shane-Vengeance Bio5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Nick Name(s): Vengeance
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Family: Abusive Father, Mother, and unmet older sister, all deceased
Weapon(s): Iron staff, capable off breaking a human skull on impact (If necessary) And an iron chain, with a length of ten feet. Both custom made, out of the toughest iron
Info: From the beginning, Shane's father always resented him for practically being the cause of the mother's passing after his birth. With no forgiveness in his heart, Shane's father abused him and denied him the comfort of a loving father. Many years later, after seeing the cruelty of society, Shane became his own persona to face against the corruption, Vengeance. Now in order to protect his newly beloved, Shane must face against the forces of which he's never seen before. No matter what happens to him, his love for Alyson will give him the will to keep figh
Master Of IsolationIsolation of a creation, that was tossed in the dark,Master Of Isolation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All it takes is some gasoline and a spark,
To truly light a fire in it's heart,
He's already got the matches,
Now someone do their part,
I'm a master and a slave and little bit scarred,
Tear my teeth out,
And hear myself shout,
All I want is a quick little nudge of the ledge,
Would my shadow? No, it's not even my friend,
Back away from me,
My hearts under siege,
It's confusion, delusion, and poison in me,
Sometimes it aches so much that my lungs will not breathe,
Raged, in a cage, and needles are poking in me,
Flail, as they impale, get away from me,
I'm not a monstrosity for you to poke and torment without a regret,
Touch me once more, I promise you won't forget,
The look in my eye, an empty shell,
It's filling, slowly just growing itself,
Is all that I feel,
But something tells me this moment, this feeling is brief,
Soon I'll feel weak,
For none believe in me.
The ShameDo you want to look inside,The Shame3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This tortured teenage mind.
View the fragments of a broken childhood,
That she can't leave behind.
Note the twisted torment,
That snakes across her skin,
And know that it exposes,
the pain she hides within.
Watch her try to hide,
The Scars, The burns, the Shame!
the web of self destruction,
She uses to mask her pain.
This girl is damaged goods,
That's what they always say,
Someone they would rather tease and jest,
Than help her find another way.
One suicide too preventable.One hurt too much.One suicide too preventable.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One dream too big.
One tear too many.
One time too trusting.
One fear too great.
One reason too small.
One pain too unbearable.
One lie too believable.
One friend too lost.
One heart too broken.
One scar too fresh.
One cut too deep.
One girl now dead.
AloneWords were spoken.Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feelings clouded judgement,
And the age old feeling of hate,
Lead a good soul to be lost that day.
Probably for good.
"My friends will come!"
Enraged I cried,
But the only one to hear me was the wind.
"I am right, don't you see you fool?"
I cried again with self-righteous loathing.
Did I shed those tears?
I wept in bleeding snow,
With no where to go...
Nowhere to go.
Caveo of MortalitasI seeCaveo of Mortalitas5 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.
The soft whispers, all around me, come now, join us, it is time
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 must it be time? I want my body, my mind, my life. It's too early, I'm too young.
We are all young, young in the face of forever. Life is only the beginning But I don't want to leave, I want to stay with my family, my friends, my husband, my children. I want to stay.
Why? Why wo