EP Motoko - Rebirth and DeathThis feeling of having... substance.EP Motoko - Rebirth and Death4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A physical body...
How long has it been since I've felt it?
It feels like forever and yet... no time at all, both at the same time.
And now the feeling is becoming too much. I have to open my eyes.
The very first thing I saw when I opened my eyes were my own hands. They looked foreign. Not the hands I last remembered seeing. The ones I remember were pale and never stopped shaking. These ones were much brighter... and stronger.
After my hands came into focus I became aware of my breathing. I inhaled a little too sharply and coughed a little, unused to the sensation. All sorts of memories were flooding back to me. So many I thought my brain was about to break. I didn't even have time to dwell on a single one. They all rushed past, so many faces, sounds and sensations. I had to hold my head in order to keep myself intact.
The flow of memories stopped after a while and I was able to glance at my surroundings. I was sitting on an unfamiliar couch, in
EP. The council.EP. The council.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh, Lord Michael, sir. We've been expecting you. Come right this way."
A younger angel's voice reached Michael as he landed at the gates of Heaven. Michael made very little reaction to this voice. He was far too distracted thinking about what he had returned for. The young angel was nervous enough as he was, having to wait on Michael. He made a move to collect any bags Michael had brought with him however he soon realised it was unnecessary.
"Er... You didn't bring anything with you, Lord Michael?" The angel asked Michael, allowing the nerves to slip into his voice.
"Everything I need I keep on my person. And besides, I'm not staying long."
"O-oh right. Allow me to escort you to your room, my Lord." Reluctantly the angel touched Michael's arm and led him through the entrance gates.
Michael had always hated being called 'Lord'. When Avalon had approached him back at the house and greeted him Michael had tried to discourage him from using it. Avalon had persisted however and the name ha
The Reason for ShadowsI used to be able to see beauty in this world. Now I feel like there's no point in asking what the hell happened.The Reason for Shadows4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No one claims to know. I don't know either. What the hell did happen? What happened to make people do such stupid things that they know will have adverse effects on others?
Others like me. Like Kris. Like Ari. Like us.
Kris and Ari are just one year younger than me each. We're not even related. But we share something. Something like a bond. I guess that's why I feel like they're my own sisters, maybe even daughters. They're special to me. Not a lot of people are special to me. In fact, they may be the only two. That's kind of sad.
So be it.
People hear the name "Sorius" and jump to the conclusions they know from first sight. They say stuff like "Sorius? Oh, you mean that quiet guy" or "He's that mean-faced dude" or even "Who's Sorius?" No one knows why I carry a demeanor relative to spitefulness or hatred or dislike toward everyone. But it's not like it's any of their busin
SaferIt was early morning and the house was relatively quiet. Claris had found mornings were the best time to get anything done in this place. He flicked his white hair out of his face and glanced at his watch as he sat at the kitchen table. He had plenty of time before noise hour, the name he had given the hour most of the household woke up. Any time from mid afternoon onwards, too many people were awake.Safer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And that meant noise.
And that meant telling people to be quiet.
And that usually meant being dragged into something insane, which wasn't something Claris was keen on, to say the least. It's not as though he was trying to be anti-social. Claris had found himself with a lot on his plate at that moment and was, in fact, desperate for a distraction from his own thoughts.
He found the distraction in the form of a student, a little girl of only five years, named Jezebelle. When he had met her, she was very much alone, scared and needed someone for support. Somewhere along the lines, she
EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 1The sky was a black and violet haze. Small casts of gray clouds were barely visible in the night sky. Streetlights illuminated the lonely streets, expelling a glow that lit up the neighborhood with an orange-tinted halo. The city peaked out at the horizon, its many towers and skyscrapers reaching out to the air, falling far shorter than the reach of the clouds. It was a cool night; the wind didn't blow much, but when it did, it brought about fallen leaves and its whisper across the paved street.EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A streetlight suddenly went out. One part of the sidewalk was now dark. Though it was off, the bulb in the streetlight lamp buzzed; in response to this, crickets in the nearby shrubs and bushes ceased their music of cricking. The missing lights of that one streetlight didn't seem to bother the street's only pedestrian.
Under another streetlight stood Static. His face was serious and he stood with his arms crossed. His long-neck shirt protected him from the occasional breeze's chill. He seemed t
The Fruits of Your LabourI have to check my pulse.The Fruits of Your Labour3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel I've gone numb,
every part of me halts.
My breath halts.
Am I gone?
But it feels every step
fits into the crevice of
the one before it, tracing
paths back along the beach.
i have dedicated myself to you.
in life, essence, and soul. all of it.
EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 3Dawn's sunrise revealed a wedge-shaped sun sitting on the horizon. The sky surrounding it was a pinkish hue, fading softly to a powder-blue in other parts. The neighborhood was silent besides the chirping birds, the wind's breath blowing past trees, and a commotion going on in front of the EP House on the front lawn.EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Seven cars were parked, all in a dizzy scatter. A group of people accumulated on the grass before the front stoop facing Uka and Gideon. Uka stood beside Gideon, her eyes dark and baggy from a restless night. Gideon appeared the same, only his expression wasn't sorrowful like his partner. He stood before everyone stone-faced, as if he had just seen something he really didn't like. It fitted his mood in a way; Gideon had no patience for the crowd and what they most likely had to say.
The Bro Train was in the midst. Sorius stepped forward to Uka and Gideon, moving past several people chatting in a nervous uproar. He stared into their tired eyes one by one. Uka sniffed and lo
Description of a PoemThoughts on paper,Description of a Poem7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Emotions in ink.
Verse that shows
What the artist may think.
Not just words
That rhyme or not.
It's a writer's emotion,
Their deepest thought.
To write great poetry
So deep and true,
It must come from emotions
Deep inside of you.
What you feel is what you write.
It helps to let it all out.
It's the perfect outlet
For those who don't scream and shout.
Do not be afraid
To let the world know.
Say what you think,
And let your emotions go.
EP Story - WorriesOn this particular night, the local bar was starkly filled. The many booths were mostly empty, dotted with a person or two in every other booth, sipping on a beverage of alcohol or snacking on a bowl of stale peanuts. The ragged clock overhead the barkeep's liquor shelf read 8:49 pm. At the bar sat two men; they were obviously intoxicated and deprived of sense.EP Story - Worries3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Alright, you two," the bartender said as he approached them. "Last call. It's nearly closing time."
"I, we know, we know what time it is!" one of the men blurted while waving a beer bottle. "But, but me and and wh-what's your name, man?!"
"I, uh I'm Sorius, you dick!" the other man said to him in a slur.
"Oh, yeah. W-well, what's my name?"
"You're Stieg! You're Stieg, man!" Sorius yelled as he shoved his glass of Scotch forward at him.
"Y-yeah! Stieg and, and Sorius aren't ready to go!"
" Whatever. Make sure you pay your tab before closing time," the barkeep sternly told Stieg and Sorius.
As the bartender
EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 7-A"Gideon, I'm gonna need you to hold still."EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 7-A4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's not entirely possible to feign the pain, Claris."
"Hey, you're a tough guy. Now stop fidgeting."
In the living room of the EP House, everyone was watching the current doctoring of Gideon's broken arm by Claris, who had arrived beforehand just as Brünhilde said. Azalea stood next to the collapsible table Gideon was laying on belly-down. She gazed at him nonstop as Claris stood on the other end of the cushioned table maneuvering Gideon's arm. Gideon grunted.
"Azalea," he said. "I'm sure there is something else you can be doing to occupy yourself right now."
"But Azalea wants to see you get better," Azalea said with a smile. "Maybe if Claris fixes your arm, Azalea will see a smile on your face."
"Yeah, seeing Gideon smile is almost as rare as gravity reversing on the world," Maxy snidely remarked as she passed through the living room. Gideon only grunted again.
What Maxy said spurred thought in Kris's mind, though. "Hey wh
EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 6"I just can't I can't believe this bullshit "EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 64 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alistair sat on the living room sofa next to equally negative-expression faces as he swore out loud. Sam sat cuddled in Keisa's arms, still crying from the recent news of Aloli's disappearance. Narim sat next to Gabriel and looked on with him at the apparent ransom note that Sam and Keisa had found. Her hand stayed glued over her mouth; Gabriel's eyes have never looked sadder as he read the fine print on the front of the paper. It read the same thing that the previous two letters said, only with different names.
We have taken Aloli. To try and find her is futile, but should you locate her, she will be executed.
"I still don't understand why " Gabriel said in a low and dark tone. "I still don't understand why these people would take them."
"Gabriel, I'm I-I'm scared " Narim trembled.
Gabriel turned to her frightened face and grabbed her hands. "Don't you worry about a thing, I'm not going to let anything happen to
The Watch and the WatchmakerSpace.The Watch and the Watchmaker3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A strange word,
I made it myself.
It seemed apt.
It was dark, empty.
It stretched on forever.
An expanse of just this.
All there was for me,
was this pen, these four walls,
and my own inspiration.
Usually, I would amuse myself
with more trivial things.
If only I could describe them.
But a day upon where no other
thought came to mind, I began
something far greater than before
and it was marvellous, exalted,
by myself alone. Until another came.
Until he continued my legacy.
Look upon my tale and wonder:
if he and I were one and the same,
what is he? What am I?
I drew an oval upon the floor.
I drew upon it strange shapes,
with amusing loops and
I called it a planet.
I decided the oval was lonely.
So I drew more of them
of different sizes, shapes
Natural Rhythm - MichaelNatural Rhythm - Michael4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They told me I couldn't see.
They told me that I'm not like the others.
They told me I would now be different
They didn't know. They didn't know that I can.
I can see sounds, scents, tastes.
I can see people for what they really are.
I don't see it as a disability. I see it as an ability. What is a fake smile? A smile that doesn't reach the speakers voice. What is a personality? Surely you can't know a persons real self in this 'new age' society. I see a persons aura, a persons etheric body.
Virtues are the essence of the human spirit and the content of our character.
When I was 12, my sight was stolen from me.
Thirteen is considered the unluckiest number, perhaps I was saved just in time.
When I was 12, I had a garden. Every day, I would go outside to water my little garden. I had daffodils and carnations, I had peonies and narcissus flowers, orchids and gerberas. It was my sanctuary. I used it as my own little place to go to forget about the worlds worries and feel my h
EP Story - Blissful Insight"Did you need to see me for something, Sorius?"EP Story - Blissful Insight4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Um not for any reason, Michael. I just wanna talk, if that's cool."
Sorius skeptically looked upon Michael as he slowly paced through his infamous and well-kept garden. His blind movements never treaded off the beaten paths that ran through it in many places. The numerous plants gave off exhilarating colors that seemed to almost leap off the petals and stems and dance in the rays of sunshine that fell down from the sky overhead. Michael walked through it all, his left hand dragging on the side of him just a couple of inches from the growing plants and flowers, as if he was grazing his hand against them without actual contact. But there was a certain air about Michael, an air that went farther than the fact that he knew his hand was floating above flowers. Michael smiled as if he literally saw his beautiful garden by sense.
"What did you want to talk about, Sorius?" Michael asked Sorius, who stood at the house's open patio door.
Drown The Rainhold your breath.Drown The Rain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deep into the azure.
When you told me
I was no longer a part
of you, I drowned the
part of me that could
let it cradle you.
Memories of a frozen
caress that winter snow
and bitter rain could not
abide, I took them all,
and killed them.
taunting you to breathe.
In silence, in patience,
in grace, I held my breath,
and took the plunge into
a new abyss the cold of
no sky, no land.
GovernessTake your steps down the crystal steps,Governess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we will look on lightly, adoring,
bathing in the radiance of your gown.
It was spring, when you held your party.
I remember well; all manner of men and
women delighted in your company.
It was merely a shadow of a summer
or a spring well spent, the seconds
compressing into long, fruitless hours.
They adored you, one and all, but none
so caught your eye but mine, you temptress.
I remember the glance: it was a simple flash,
but that was all that was required for me
to know what I had seen, seen, seen.
I had to repeat it to make sure I was sure.
Life started the moment you lit the room
with the effervescence of a thousand dancing
chandeliers, revealing your grandiose stage.
But then, I know, you caught every eye.
Every man saw what I saw, but I know
EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 8Inside of Static's van, Sorius sat next to Lisa quietly and continuously inflated and deflated his cheeks. Every time he breathed out, he made a whooshing sound that seemed to mildly entertain him, hence the reason why he kept at it. Lisa was busy scribbling in a notepad many words and diagrams. Her eyes were partly blank with concentration; she rarely blinked, even. Her curly hair sitting atop her head bounced very slightly with every stroke of her pen she made. Sorius looked over at her.EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 84 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
" Man, this is boring," he said.
"Hm," Lisa only said. She never stopped writing.
Sorius mugged. He slid closer to her and looked on at her pad. What he saw were numerous arrows, straight lines, and tiny words. Lisa appeared to be creating a miniature blueprint of sorts.
"What are you writing?" Sorius asked her.
"I'm drawing up the building plan of one of the buildings we haven't checked," Lisa answered. "I have an itching suspicion that this is the Salazar-Keiko Industries building. I'm not exa
EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 4Dank darkness enveloped the silent room. Nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard. The quiet of the dark was chilling and frightening, almost haunting. Occasionally the silence was broken by the smooth rattling of an iron chain against a cage floor. There was also a voice.EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where where am I ? What is this ?"
Mina's voice was weak and craggy. It echoed throughout the room's overbearing shadows despite its low decibels. She could see nothing around her; through her fingerless and now tattered gloves, she felt around her dark prison. She soon realized that she really was imprisoned. Her first touch forward grasped cold metal bars. The weight of a cuff and chain clasped around her wrist dragged her hand downward. As she moved around slowly, she noticed that her other limbs were chained as well. Her cage swayed back and forth, suggesting that she was suspended from the ground.
"H-help help me, someone " she said dryly. "Let me out let me out of here, pl
EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 2It was 3:42 in the morning. The Bro Train was on the move in the outskirts of the main city. Stieg walked ahead of the pack at a quick pace, kicking random rocks as he clenched a picture of Mina in his left hand, growing tired of showing the photograph to people the group happens to pass. Stieg groaned and made a left turn, keeping his fast pace as he walked on the bottom road of an overpass. Susu steadily kept up with Stieg, but remained a moderate distance from him by walking between Stieg and the rest of the team. His eyes darted left and right in search of nothing, knowing that he won't just see Mina pop up out of nowhere but still looking anyway. The group lagged behind Susu and Stieg.EP Story - Kidnappings Pt. 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I remember this overpass," Static said. "Back when it was open to the freeway, I used to chunk rocks at people's cars from up top. Good times."
"Who cares about your boyhood dreams?" Sorius said rather meanly. "We've been out here for at least four hours and we haven't even met anyone who's seen Mi
EP Story - TennisAt a public tennis court, a group of friends all engaged in enjoyable activities. Stieg and Tortimer were engaged in a fierce tennis bout on the first court. Though Stieg was drained physically, panting with every step to keep up with the ball, Tortimer didn't seem to break a sweat, gripping his racket loosely and barely taking any steps to strike the ball. He wore a formal tuxedo for some reason; everyone else wore attire appropriate for the temperate spring weather. Patty and Mina sat on a bench near the court cheering them on; Patty held a handful of confetti and anxiously awaited to throw it at a good time. Mina watched Stieg closely as she held on to her tennis racket in her lap, smiling from the fun and joy everyone's having.EP Story - Tennis4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The next court across from Tortimer's and Stieg's consisted of a doubles match. Isis and Cin stood in a ready position on one side as Olly and Remitrot stared them down, ready to play their hardest. Sorius sat on the bench behind Olly and Remitrot scribbling
The Game of DeathJust as life for an electronic is hard work, death, too, is a challenge some people don't see coming.The Game of Death4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tapping away at a small handheld computer, Motoko sighed. Time for another job sent by her employers. Well, the term employers used in the broadest possible form. Motoko tucked the small computer away and stood up. She glanced at her surroundings. Mist enveloped the scenery, turning everything a murky gray tone. If one found them self in an area such as this, they wouldn't even know which was was up, down, left or right. Regardless, Motoko began walking, seeming to know her exact destination.
The fog parted after a distance and Motoko emerged by a small house. Taking out the computer she checked the address sent to her. It matched up. Someone in that house was an inch from death. Literally.
Motoko walked up to the house and turned the handle on the door. The door had previously been locked but the catch snapped open to Motokos touch. She entered the house, not countin
OasesThis home stretches for eons across the sky,Oases2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
suburbia sprawl plunging through and over the trees.
This town fits me; and how I fit her so.
She fits me like a warm embrace across my heart
And I fit her like the warm insertion of a
We are moving too quickly.
When two expanses collide,
they prepare for war.
If a knight clad in yello
EP Story - His Time Has ComeHigh tensions flew around the lobby as its current occupants all sat and stood around with melancholy moods. Around them were hundreds of moving people, some wearing doctoral scrub uniforms, some wearing long white coats, and some in extremely revealing gowns. Regular-dressed people also roamed about in a tizzy; the hospital was especially busy today.EP Story - His Time Has Come3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the lobby near the window stood a tense Stieg. He stared out of it at the clouded sky, pushing back his urge to light a cigarette indoors. Next to him stood Static, also staring out of the window. Continuously ruffling the collar of his pullover, Static looked extremely antsy and couldn't hide his irritant stature. His eyes jumped from the many people surrounding him and Stieg.
There were three miniature couches, each with two seats, occupied with a person. Ayanami sat in the sofa with Mina nearest to the window. Something about her expression suggested great worry and sorrow, and the mood reflected onto Mina sitting beside her. Mina p
EP Story - Road Trippin' Pt. 2"Guys, I don't mean to be a complainer, but this this is the worst road trip I've ever been on "EP Story - Road Trippin' Pt. 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fortun expressed his dislike of the guys' situation as Stieg, Sorius and Static all sat on the edge of the highway, pout-faced and sweating whole oceans. James was nowhere near them; in fact, he was near the wreckage of the van, the intense flames dying down to smoldering embers and producing blinding black smoke that clawed at the sky. The dark colors of the smoke blended with the reddish-pink dusk sky. The sun was setting.
Stieg, next to Static, sighed and turned toward him. "Static, I have something really important to tell you."
Static looked Stieg in the eyes and felt sympathetic. He immediately got rid of his pissed expression and developed a solemn one.
" I know, man. And I'm sorry about this, too. I mean, you don't have to blame yourself for this happening."
Stieg made a face. "What the hell are you talking about? I was gonna say that I hate you. And that I don't bla