Treat, Definitely-xoxoxoxoxoxoxox-Treat, Definitely6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They had invited their crews to come along, but they blatantly refused. Hell, they even invited the other Supernova's, no matter how much they may not get along with all of them, but even they were less then eager about the idea as a whole. But Law and Kidd, always up for a little excitement, couldn't have been more enthusiastic about tonight.
It was October 31st: Halloween. A time when most kids went out Trick-Or-Treating, expecting to fill their bags with candy while they dressed as ghost, demons, and princess', relishing this time that came but once a year. And, for people too old to dress up in costumes and parade around to homes asking for candy, it was a time to party with friends. It was a holiday for everyone.
However, the captains weren't interested in parties. They got enough of that on their own ships almost constantly. What they were interested in tonight was scary the wits out of random passerby's, relivin
StillShe was goneStill5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a wave knocked me to my knees
And the tide swept me away
It's been months
And I'm still drowning
Argus ApocraphexOf the many tiny beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead, two fell down, further soaking his already dampened brow. Suspended, he floated upside-down in a padded room, dreaming without consciousness of his body or its position in space.Argus Apocraphex5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His mind reeled from slide to slideimages of adolescence pooling together and then streaming into an old time film: The Life and Times of Donald A. Silver. The yellowed silent movie showed a young man smiling and leaning against an old Chevrolet sedan. Cigarettes burnt the corner, and he was dancing with the woman he'd asked to marry him. But in the center of the shot, a blur grew from the inside of the lilies on her wrist. A quick rewind to remove the obstruction, but instead it continued to grow across the bare chest of a flexing boy at the public pool. And finally, it consumed the picture and gnawed it to the pit, leaving behind a carcass to rot in its old age.
The man awo
I wonder."Don't Stop"I wonder.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Why do you hate me?"
"Is it because I love you?"
"I know this,"
I tell you
"That doesn't mean we can't be more,"
"Why can't you love me?"
"Is it because of me?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"Please get close to me,"
"I don't hate you,"
"I don't blame you,"
"I love you,"
"I'm sorry you don't love me,"
"I'm sorry you hate me,"
"I'm sorry I caused this,"
"Would you ever love me?"
I'm not a HeartlessI'm not a Heartless5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm not one to be talked about.
If you mess with the people I love,
you mess with me.
And I with such power,
why would you want to provoke me?
Darkness can comfort me,
but the light gives me strength.
I can overcome everything,
except for myself.
I, who had thrown myself away for the worlds,
would do anything just to go back to that time.
The time when the three of us were isolated on that island,
being the best of friends we were.
Maybe someday they'll forgive me.
The Transformation of Elves and VampiresI've been thinking about elves lately, and the many renditions I see of them on Deviant Art and other (pop) art sites. I have a feeling that elves, and vampires, used to represent immortality. Where vampires represented the damnation of Hell eternal, elves where ancient beings, deeply connected to life and spirit - "Heaven".The Transformation of Elves and Vampires3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Though the hunger and desire of vampires reflected parts of human nature, they moved with the grace of aristocracy, and indifference of the centuries. Only when infatuated again with the love of form (human beauty), they would be thrown into the emotional storms of youth (mortality). Cursed with eternal hunger and desire, vampires shift between the grace of night, and bestial hunger. Through their immortal, ducal, character, they were connected not only to the Beast (the Fall), but also to the spiritual, timeless aspect of being.
Elves were collected, noble – beings sprung from the innocence of time (paradise), that moved under the stars of night, celebrating
Helicase Helio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA polymerase scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.Helicase2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we pl
The Dream of YouWhat do I doThe Dream of You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I no longer know
what you see when you look at me,
is there something lost
far away behind your eyes,
have I become miniscule?
Where do I go
when I can no longer
bear to write beautiful sonnets for you
because each thought of love
is born with a measure of pain?
What is there left
when I walk around the edge
and feel my balance start to waver
yet I do not know if I will fall into you
or on the other side of the abyss?
How can I live
when my world stops making sense
as I start to feel you crumble from
beneath my fingertips
this ground I walk becoming
Is there enough
to hold this together
or am I starting to wake
from the dream of you?
Preparations"Honestly...I'm a little scared," she admitted.Preparations3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Don't worry about it," he reassured her. "It's nothing to be afraid of."
"It's different for you; you've done all of this before. I-I haven't. It's my first time, so I have no idea what to do." She was so nervous that she was shaking, but at the same time her cheeks were flushed with excitement.
"Stop worrying, babe. Just follow my lead and you'll do fine."
When she looked at him, she could see it in his eyes. He was ready to go, but she was holding him back. She was still afraid, but he was worth it. If he was ready to go there, then so was she.
"Alright then," she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. "Let's go. I can do this."
A smile spread across his face when she spoke; he'd been afraid that she would back out.
"Great. Great!" He was full of energy now. Before she could even take her hat off, he had her by the hand and was leading her out the door and down the hall.
"You know, you're lucky I love you," she said in an out-o
see the cradlei want you, at three in the morning.see the cradle5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to borrow your books
and read their words invisible
taking a pen to the margins
to make sure you remember in
fifteen years that page two hundred and
eighty seven made me cry from its
first paragraph to truncated eighth
i am completely guilty
of wanting your lips on my lips
wanting your bones on my bones
a heart beat from my chest
moving into yours
a field of stars stretched
across my bed
& you and i lying beneath
i hope you don't mind.
i'm soaking in sin like the
sun's dying rays
and feeling electric.
for once in my life
i am on fire.
Deafened By The SilenceSilence, you don't have to say a word.Deafened By The Silence5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You say more than you think
In just a single glance.
Save your breath. Save your energy.
For I see the way you look at me.
Your nose scrunches,
Forehead lines in bunches.
With your lip upturned I feel the burn
Of the contempt you hold for me.
I'm deafened by your silence
For it says more than words ever could.
Silence, you don't have to say a word.
You say more than you think
In just a single glance.
Save your time, I'm not worth your while
I'll pass you by wearing a smile.
Not falling from grace.
With an outreached arm, shake of the hand
I silently make my stand.
Are you deafened by my silence,
I maintain dignity like you never could.
Silence, you don't have to say a word.
You say more than you think
In just a single glance.
We're all deafened by the volume of saying nothing at all.
Deafened by the silence.
Time Bubbles II: Things That Don't ChangeTime Bubbles II: Things That Don't Change1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You sure it's safe?" Bon Bon asked, leaning over a clay bowl in which something shimmering like mercury and changing color every second like petrol spot in a puddle was bubbling.
"Oh, that's not more dangerous than mixing the ingredients for your sweeties", Vinyl Scratch replied - it was she who was holding this very bowl in the air, not using her hands. This was a rare case of her using her magic not for controlling her DJ attributes like music plants, loudspeakers, etc. It all had begun with Octavia's research with a prodigious theme related to the theory of probability, physics, space geography (or what it was called?) and magic equally. And this together with the fact that Octavia was an ordinary girl without wings or "the wizard's bump", so she needed help to accomplish tasks connected with magic. No one from their acquaintances had a telescope, so they had had to use another way, found by Lyra, another mage apart from Vinyl in their gang. This was was c
Edward Cullen is a footCanterbury Tales PoemEdward Cullen is a foot6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's Edward Cullen of Forks, Washington.
He's quite a notorious gentleman.
Upon his head, a nest of tousled hair,
Purposely disheveled with gel and care.
Eyebrows drawn tight in incessant scowl,
His mood it seems to be most foul.
He acts like a regular awkward teen,
But he's been that way since 1918,
And his snowy pale skin and eyes like gold
Mean he's supernatural, or so I'm told.
Still, while fangs and speed are some tell-tale hints,
He's not a vampire, I'm not convinced.
Without his bat wings, he cannot take flight.
Even humans he is too timid to bite.
Vampires are busy stalking their kill.
Little Eddie's practicing baseball skills.
Oh if Dracula could come see his kin,
How ashamed he'd be and full of chagrin.
The vamps of the twenty-first century
Have altered their character drastically.
Your cloves of garlic will be of no use
Against the effects Ed's charm will produce,
For once he reveals his sparkling chest,
You'll be blinded or, worse, dis
Kuroshitsuji III Chapter 10Kuroshitsuji III Chapter 10: Good vs. Evil?Kuroshitsuji III Chapter 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gabriel stood at one of the far ends of the Reaper's library, Michael and Raphael standing at a distance with him. Sebastian stood at the other end of the chosen battle ground with William, Grell, and the other two reapers behind him, waiting for the show. Sebastian eyed Raphael as he cradled Vivian's unconscious soul in his arms, if he won it would be his and the aching hunger in his stomach would finally die down.
The fight was about to start when Undertaker stepped out into the middle of the battle ground. "Is everyone ready?" Undertaker chuckled. "Then " Undertaker raised his hand, "Duel!". Undertaker threw down his arm and the fight had started. Gabriel spread his large wings and flew to the skylight, blocking the sun. Sebastian leaped up the different floors until he had reached Gabriel. Sebastian quickly reached into his pockets and pulled out the remaining silverware he
the other girlEvery time she looks your way,the other girl6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You stammer and you choke,
Because this is pure beauty,
A heart that never broke.
Her eyes are like empty swimming pools,
But you still want to dive inside,
And they've never held water over the years,
Because she's had no reason to cry.
You know when you see her smile,
That she hasn't felt the pain,
That she would never hurt you like I did,
And you don't want to hurt again.
Best of all she wants you,
And lets you in her heart,
So soft and pink and bloody,
And willing from the start.
I know my eyes are swollen,
From all the times I've cried.
I know my heart has hardened up,
And it really seems to have died.
My smile is always fake,
And my teeth cut through your skin,
I never tell you secrets,
And I never let you in.
So I'm asking you to leave me,
And take a step above.
I want to help you for once,
And let you fall in love.
She'll let you in her heart,
And I want you to learn,
Because I have never let you
Love me in return.
A Name You Can Trust Indignant? Disgruntled? Need an attorney who won't back down (no matter how many mafia hit men are on your trail)? Need to sue the smirk off that jerk who dared to diagnose you with anger issues? Tired of “justice” getting in the way of the benefits that you deserve? If you want passionate, aggressive, and ruthlessly persistent legal representation, it’s time you called Winier Trust, an attorney who will stop at nothing (nothing!) to insure you win your case.A Name You Can Trust2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Winier Trust is more than just an attorney; he's your personal advocate. Trust works beside you not only as a legal representative, but as a close and caring friend.
"When I first called Mr. Trust to handle my divorce case, I was in such a state,” says teacher Margery Williams. “Mr. Trust was a bastion of sage wisdom and compassion. He put me at ease from the moment he arrived. Panicked, I once called Mr. Trust in the middle of the night and asked him for his guidance. No more
Beyond the Laughing Sky part 1Alice hadnt expected her life to change so completely that day. If shed any sort of inkling about how her well-ordered existence was going to be turned upside down, she would have possibly decided to stay in bed that day instead. Or at least she would have worn a different dress, and more comfortable shoes.Beyond the Laughing Sky part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shed been walking home from her respectable (boring) job at a ladies clothing shop, angsting and moaning in the way only the extremely well-bred and polite can do. Which does not really involve angsting and moaning at all, at least not externally. She knew she had a nice little niche in the world, making enough money to afford the rent on the flat she shared with two other young ladies similarly employed. It kept her out of her parents home, and most especially away from her mother and her (well meant) intentions to see Alice settled as a wife, or at least as a proper spinster. This going
Why I Write...I don't know what's wrong with me...Why I Write...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I feel sick
I feel scared
I feel stupid
I feel hated
I feel loved
I am weak
I am strong
I am happy
I am depressed
I am missing
I am loving
I am needing...
My hands are shaking
My head is spinning
My stomach is aching
My muscles are tired
My mind is lost...
I need a hug
I need caring words
I need some attention
I need medicine
I need to write
I need to get this all out
But I don't know what I need to get out
Maybe it's the pain
Maybe it's the love
Maybe it's just the memories
The memories are sweet
The memories are painful
The memories keep me up at night
The memories make me go on with my day
I write to get the pain out
To get my feelings shown
To get the love that I wish for shown
To get the pain I wish to never curse anyone with shown
To get my stress to release
To get my happiness here
To get my pain gone
I can't think
I can't breath
I can't walk
I can't run
CravingsCravings5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every time you hold me, even in a small way,
It becomes all I want to feel,
Everything I want to last,
And the only thing in this world I don't want to end.
Sometimes I wonder if you could feel it too..
The way I try to wrap you in my arms,
The way I'm torn between the feelings of wanting more,
And the fear of losing myself in your warmth.
It's like the warmth in your voice when you speak to me,
The warmth in your eyes when you see me smile.
It's like a sense of love I crave to no end,
And something that always makes me hungry for more.
Shiver and CryHis eyes are dark and serious; the early morning shadows cover his body like bruises.Shiver and Cry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His breath curls out like smoke from his mouth; a goodbye is frozen between his teeth.
He shivers violently, his bones in sharp relief against his skin. She watches his heart flutter below his collarbone and imagines him chasing butterflies.
"Are you cold?" she asks.
He folds his arms across his chest and presses his fingers against his shoulder blades.
Their eyes lock and one last time it feels like fire. The goodbye melts onto his tongue, but he can't speak.
Then she's gone, and cold rain begins to fall like tears on his face.
"Yes." he whispers.
1.There's no take-backs when you've told someone you love them.1.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how much they disagree.
Anything you can find:"They're wicked," whispers Deputy Mack, when he thinks we aren't listening. "Beautiful, but wicked."Anything you can find:2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It makes Noah smirk from the front desk, where Clara Wynn, the dispatcher, is sneaking him sips from her hip flask while she profiles him. DePrince, she writes, Noah Thomas. Age: 12. Hair: Black. She puzzles over the color of his eyes before penning gray on the line, a rarity that gives us an edge, which we use like a scalpel. Noah flickers eyes like new nickels whenever we want something. Today is the Friday after the funeral and we are sick for answers, so we ask Clara if she will take our mug shots.
"I'll find some film," she says, disappearing into the back room. The door taps shut behind her. Deputy Mack and Sheriff Spellis are still arguing about us in the office, their voices a low rumble of contention, so we slip off our chairs and spread out through the station.
"Obituaries, photos, police reports," says Noah, fanning a stack of files across the desk. "Hur
You Can Say That Again*Flash fiction Island styleYou Can Say That Again4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jesus saves! I cast you out in the name of Jesus! So screams the preacher man slamming his palm against foreheads to drive out demons. Not more than a few feet away from the pulpit, an eighteen year-old member of his congregation claps her hands and shouts hallelujah!
Jesus' name is again invoked a few days later as they lay sweating and groaning in the back seat of a rented car.
-See me and come live with me is two different ting
The girl is pretty in an unrefined way, brash and loud and totally unselfconscious.
Baby powder coats her neck, chest and back, visible in her low cut top.
Her rival, five years her senior, cuts her eye in contempt. 'Country booboo,' she thinks. 'She look like fish ready to fry. Plus she skin ashy and she look like she doan know how to use hot-comb.'
Despite her belief in her superiority, her man doesn't come back.
-Puss and dog no have d