A Diamond in the RoughA Diamond in the Rough8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What genius was it that decided that diamonds are so damn valuable?
What person decided that those white-ish lumps that we find in the mountains or in the ground should be the most expensive thing on the damn planet and colonies?
What is it about that carbon-based thing that makes women love them so damn much?
I mean, its a damn rock. Its a rock thats been created from coal and heat and just happens to be shiny, and if you happen to cut it and stuff it in a ring or whatever, then it looks real fancy. A diamond in the rough isnt that good looking and I am sure that women wouldnt go bananas over it. Looks like a slightly matt piece of glass if you ask me.
Its a rock.
A shiny rock, but a rock all the same.
Sure, the value of the diamond is, because of HOW its made, a little more important to me. Its strong, one of the hardest substances on earth and I just love the glass cutter I have with a diamond coating. It gets me out of many tricky sit
Petals and Ash IIPetals and Ash II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hours have passed and the sun continues to sink lower and lower before it will reach the western horizon. Anxiously waiting, I continue to watch Persephone as the light in her smile and the fluid bounce in her step seems to have vanished. Her harvesting rituals seem as if it is her first time encountering a newborn seed, as if she's never done this before. Countless times she even appeared to be distracted, as if something in the distance has caught her eye and she can't seem to bring herself back to earth. During one of these spells, she happened to cut her finger on a rose bush she had been tending to, something she has never done before.
Persephone has always been very careful and even graceful with her work. As any artist does, she takes her time to make sure that it is simply perfection. She would harvest all day and not have a speck of soil on her or her light yet modest outfit. But today, her flawless rosy hued pink skin was turning into a scarred and bloody me
Another InspiredMortals have trouble understanding the concept of love:Another Inspired4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What does it mean?
What is it?
Will it ever happen to me?
All the questions and more run through their mind- since they have been able to think for themselves and distance themselves from the realm of apes, that one eternal question lingers-
What is love?
Such a swift, fleeting, eternal, painful, wondrous thing- it cannot be put into words.
Yet mortals have put it into flesh and blood- Aphrodite and her son Eros.
Ridiculous, I say.
How can such a malicious thing be called love? It is a disgusting mockery.
Then again...I am hypocritical. Once I thought love to be something best left to others- my siblings and nephews seeming to have so much trouble with it.
Zeus, constantly running around with mortal girls, having affair after affair.
Hera, wracked with jealousy, her wrath turning a once proud and beautiful goddess into a vengeful shrew who took her anger on her husband's hapless bastard children.
Apollo, with his dryad, who spurne
Darkest HappeningsDarkest Happenings4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Tax due Chloe, pay up." Simon leaned over the monopoly board with his hand outstretched.
I sigh, count out $500 and hand it to him. I look at the monopoly cash in my hand. $100, $5, and three $1s. How worst can a hand get?
Derek rolled the dice and moved his piece 3 spaces. Then he reads "Take $100 from each player. Everyone hands him $100. I look at my hand again. A $5 and three $1s.
Tori rolled the dice and moved her piece 5 spaces. "Go to jail? I'm innocent until proven guilt."
"Well it looks like you've just been proven guilty." Simon moves Tori's piece to "jail".
"Fine! Then I win."
"And how'd you win?"
"Easy! I used magic to escape, burst the jail into flames, made the cops beg for mercy, and was voted governor. Therefore, everything here is mine." She wiped all the pieces off the board and walked over to the desk. She wrote something on a sticky note and smacked it on the game board. Toriopolis. "Ha!"
"Guys," Mr. Bae walked in. "In 2 weeks, I'm send you all to school. I know so
The Five SensesIt reminds me of longing for hope,The Five Senses4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The smell of the world after it rains.
When you re-live heartbreak through photographs,
And all the strength that crying creates.
It sounds like a nightlight in a dark, dark room,
just like the heartbeat in a butterfly's cocoon.
And nights when you sing yourself to sleep,
Flying over oceans in a single leap.
It tastes like silver bottle caps,
Sweet vibrato at its very best.
When you wish upon a star at night,
The stars of a feather of a bird in flight
And late nights on the rooftop floor
Just wondering, wondering what life is for.
It feels like tapping on the piano keys,
Trying to make strings sing.
Two kids running side by side,
Looking for a place, a place to hide
A wish, a dream, eternal peace
Then comes the day that family leaves.
It looks like summer love,
On a zipline and facing your fears.
Popping open a bag of chips
And inhaling the world through these silent lips.
Incomplete PrologueDoctor Harriet Gordon never thought the day would come when one of her experiments might actually succeed. Gazing down at the blueprints, it almost seemed impossible. She could just see the faces of her peers: profoundly amazed, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, astounded at the scientific achievementsno, advancementsthat a woman could make in just three months. After those three tedious months of planning, gathering all the materials she neededbones, tissue and hair samples, organsto complete the operation, examining each little detail, it was finally time to test the results. Everything was there; it was almost complete, almost perfect. But almost wasn't good enough.Incomplete Prologue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Doctor Gordon looked back up at the operation table. At first glance, she was a stern, insane-looking woman, if it was possible to look insane and stern at the same time. In actuality, she was quite sensible, even if
These Little ButterfliesThese Little Butterflies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These butterflies on my arm
Six for the people I love
They'll never die,
These butterflies on my arm.
These winged creatures
Six for all my friends
They'll live long,
These winged creatures.
These marker doodles
Six for myself
They'll keep me happy,
These marker doodles.
These butterflies on my arm
Six for the people I love
And for all my friends
And for myself
They'll live long
And they'll keep me happy,
These little marker butterflies.
Bluster, Part 1Bluster, Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is the story of the Nightwatchman. As an operational officer for the British SIS, he is about to embark on the most dangerous mission of his career. At home, his marriage is falling apart. As near to the brink as he's ever been, he can only confront the latter by raking over the details of old love affairs in his study, while his way of handling the former is a secret he must keep from both his enemies and his allies alike.
Reading through the contents of the yellow folder, I realise once and for all that I was never funny. The jokes in these old stories all fall flat, or have the flavour of something borrowed, while the insults in my letters (print-outs, copies, some sent, some not) carry the sting of genuine animosity cold water on any frisson of wit. My judgement may be influenced, I admit, by the failure of the radiator in the study. It is bitterly cold this January and any heat coughed up by the plumbing seems to be leeched away thro
Temptation"Oh but mother!" I sighed shaking my head at her as she crossed her arms giving me a stern glare.Temptation4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Don't defy me, Perisia! You know very well to never cross into that land! After what happened your older sister, I couldn't bear loosing you too!" She said unfolding her arms pulling me into warm sun kissed hug, I couldn't help but hug her back. I completely understood what she meant, my sister Persephone had wandered off and and was seduced by the god Hades. My mother, Demeter, was devastated but after a deal with my uncle, Zeus, he was able to free Persephone for six months. During those months my mother had lightened up and was happy. Then I came into the picture. Perisia. The daughter of the harvest goddess Demeter and Zeus and sister to the ill fated Persephone, queen of the underworld.
"I swear to you that I won't do anything irrational. Now may I please go now?" I asked wanting to go play out in the fields under the warm sun provide by my cousin Helios.
Yes, Master. -- Pet-Play/BDSM StoryShe expected him. With a soft purr she waited, eyes glued to the door. A soft whine occasionally escaping. Her anticipation dampening the tiny pair of boy-short panties that fit snuggly across her hips; the only thing on her small form except a matching bra, her collar, cat ears and tail. The tags on her collar jingled softly as she glanced at the clock. Licking her lips, she glanced down at the tags on her collar that simply said "Master's Kitten", before her eyes returned to the door.Yes, Master. -- Pet-Play/BDSM Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where was he?
Suddenly, footsteps. The jingle of keys. A soft whimper formed in her throat as the door's lock clicked quietly. The door swung open slowly, revealing the large Alpha male who had entered her Master's territory. However this was no random male, of course, but her Master himself. His large form dominated the doorway as he strode in with confidence. This was his house. His domain.
Her mind began to race as she watched him, every ounce of control being used to not moan with the fire he had al
First Week in Lincoln ParkIn the city of Chicago, it is extremely difficult to tell the difference between an insane homeless man, limping to a subway station in order to get his 8 hours, (with hourly interruptions to switch trains, and avoid being noticed at the end of the line) and a man, with a liberal concept of personal grooming, who sprained his ankle during his morning jog. They both have generally the same attire, mannerisms, and smell. They also have the same look in their eyes. They both look desperate, and exhausted. They both have a goal to achieve, but something insurmountable is standing in their way.First Week in Lincoln Park4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The look on both of their faces is nearly identical, but the very slight difference accounts for very different meanings. The limping jogger's face says, "Why does home have to be so far away, I'm beginning to feel like I'll never get there. I wish I could just lay down and rest my ankle for a minute. In fact, I wish I could just forgo the whole the indignity of hobbling around
Lupus cavernaLupus caverna3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Lupus caverna (Wolf of Hollow)
It is believed that these werewolves sprung up sometime in the 15th century, in Northern Europe. They are well-adapted to cold climates in their wolf form due to their long, thick fur
Because of this werewolf's normal form, it was difficult living during the 15th and 16th centuries. Anything differing from the norm in these time periods resulted in exile, torture, or death. Many of these werewolves had to live feral lives, taking shelter in forests and caves, from which the name "caverna" comes from. In rare cases, some found towns and cities accepting of their kind. Others took a more forceful route, forming groups or packs to drive humans out of their villages, which they then started their own communities out of. In modern times, like any race or species, there are those accepting of them, and those with a strong hatred for them. These werewolves are natural enemies with vampires, especially Lamia acidum, the Acid Vampire.
Petals and Ash IPetals and Ash I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What do you do when you have a life- no, not a life a curse- where you are surrounded by nothing but death? The pleasure of looking forward to death ripped from your control? To be immortal
There is no elixir, no weapon and absolutely no thread of life that will be cut for me if anything tried to take my life. Trust me I have tried.
What good is it to be eternally bound to this Zeus-forsaken body I've been given when it feels like I'm constantly living the regret of a simple mistake by choosing the wrong stick in a game of "shortest stick looses?"
To be the Lord of the Underworld
Guardian of lost souls.
Forever bound to the darkness.
Hades The Damned.
Years, decades, centuries, millenniums, eons and eons of being forgotten in this Hell of a place literally- while my brothers and sisters drink, party and enjoy the warmth of spring time and the changing of seasons the golden rays of Helios' mighty sun. The feeling of my brother, Poseidon's coo
BreathBreath3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She ran for the sun light in the hall way the only sunlight in this whole house, she laid on the ground her ankle killing her along with the cuts on her back "Tututu what a smart and silly little girl, safe until the sun comes down." The vampire chuckled sitting on the floor with a sun keeping her safe.
He sat there all day watching her bleed on her floor, she started to feel tried as the blood seeped out she bear notices him kneeling over the sun set and the house was dark the only sound came from her shallow breathing "Well my little kitten the sun is down, I've been waiting for this all day your blood has been driving me insane, so close your eyes and breath love." He said turning her head to the side the muscles in her neck strong as he lowered his head and sunk his fangs into her neck the girl whimpered as tears rolled down her cheeks as her hand gripped the back of his back shirt, he let the blood flow down his throat until he felt the last pulse he pulled back and looked down at
Five's a CrowdA Saskatoon year is not symmetrical:Five's a Crowd6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it has five seasons
stumbling into one another
toasting timeless acquaintance
is grey and tan
a folded old woman
a stalk of straw in her gravel teeth.
Limping, smiling and wet
from between Winters supermodel thighs
she stains white legs
damp cigarette butts and chokecherries
knotted in her grove of hair.
Yet we smile
we only feel
her forehead warmth
her wrinkle-dust like talc
she unbends her back
to reach behind us
and breaks the hour-hand
suggests she stay.
Her cracked lips like sidewalks
crusted folds of her face
cold fingers up our backs
are nothing like Spring
Joseph and MauriceIt started as a marriage of convenience, really. Maurice was the best nutter in the colony, and Joseph always remembered where he'd put his stash. They figured that their teamwork would net them not only more nuts personally, but also the opportunity to start a small business storing and locating nuts for the elders. The King allowed them the union reluctantly. There was no law against it in the Kingdom, but he detested that type of marriage, personally.Joseph and Maurice5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ceremony was held atop the gazebo in Pioneer Park. Maurice and Joseph perched on the spire while the rest of the colony lined the railings and the rooftop. The King read from the colony's charter, then from its constitution. He tucked both documents back into their acorn-top binders and gestured to the couple. Tails intertwined, they fed each other seeds from the white maple tree and rubbed noses. Paw in paw, they scampere
Oh, How I wish...Oh, How I wish...3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I wish that life would be as simple as laying in a meadow with my loved one, counting the clouds until we fall asleep in the warm sun, our fingers intertwined...
Where birds are chirping away and a soft breeze brings the smell of fresh spring flowers into our noses... And then...
The smell of burning TV meal and the sound of my neighbors fighting brings me back to then remind me how very far from that world I am.
ToastStraight up, my friend:Toast4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that's the only way to drink a poem.
I raise my glass,
I know the drink, I know the game.
I don't want
your fancy blends,
a wine that doesn't know how to touch my mouth!
I raise my glass
and when I drink I understand.
My poison knows its purpose
and if you offer me your cup,
yours had better know it, too,
'cause I don't want to die confused,
straight up, my friend,
Werewolves Rule KibaSaku ch.4Werewolves Rule KibaSaku ch.43 years ago in Romance More Like This
Werewolves Rule KibaSaku chapter 4
I stretched from my lying position in my bed and rubbed my eyes. I looked next to me to see the time. It was 10:23 AM. I sat up and threw the covers off remembering I had to pick up Sasuke from the airport. I stripped of my clothes and jumped into the shower. Once I finished I dressed in a black tank top with black tights, then I put on gray knee high socks with gray knee high leather short heeled boots with a black sweater that faded into red with a black leather jacket on top.
I put my hair into curls and left my bangs straight. I quickly brushed my teeth and put on some eye liner and I was ready to go. I ran out of the house and jumped into my car. I started it up and revved the engine. I backed out quickly then stopped making the tires screech. I then turned and accelerated hoping I wouldn't be late. When I got to the airport I paid for parking and parked my car.
I got out locking it and ran inside to the pick up area.
Creek SideI am rooted creek sideCreek Side3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
listening to what the water has to say
it was talking when I arrived
and will continue long after I am gone
telling of the trees and the fish
the moon and the sun
A waterfall interjects its wild stories
in a cacophony of splashes and spray
of cataract canyons and gigantic boulders
they have worn down through the ages
before they join their liquid brother
passing along to wherever creeks go
I listen; my roots grow deeper creek side