HCoaRS Chapter 13HCoaRS Chapter 132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Velcome back child. Velcome to zhe city vhere you vere born. Now you know zhe truth."
"What ? What happened ?"
"Jack! Oh my god, I'm so glad you're alright!"
"Clara? What's going on? Mrs. Tenenbaum?"
"You sent the little sister."
"Yes. I did."
"I sent Clara to find you and Faith vhen you vere in Fort Frolic. She vas vonce a little sister as vell. Faith's best friend to be exact. You three vere almost inseperable."
"But we Faith and I were genetically engineered to grow older faster. How did you ?"
"Sometimes I wou
HCoaRS Chapter 9HCoaRS Chapter 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The first one we were sent to kill, was a Mr. Martin Finnegan. He was the first of Cohen's "disciples", so to speak. Cohen rambled on about how Martin had been hiding out somewhere in Poseidon Plaza. Jack and I inched toward the entrance into the plaza, and then I stopped in my tracks.
"Wait! I hear something "
We listened intently. The faint echo of a song tiptoed through the halls of Fort Frolic. The voice of a young girl sounded out.
"In the garden we are growing, many changes there'll be flowing! If you wanna be amazing, see the flowers
Bound Prologue and Chapter OneStarting a story is never an easy thing, especially the story I want to tell now. I don't even know where I should start from; if I should start from the beginning, or from the point it was told to me. Perhaps I should start it from the point of view of a normal man who got tangled into the middle of it. Its very difficult to choose one way over the others, so I'll do it as best I can. With pen and pencil.Bound Prologue and Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'll never forget the first time I saw him. He wasn't very distinctive, just a man in a black suit, gray vest, and a tie. Nothing special. Looking closer, however, I noticed that his clothes were rumpled, his shoes a bit dusty, and e
HCoaRS Chapter 12HCoaRS Chapter 122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I awoke later in a dark room. I was chained up. Someone had captured me. I was beaten, battered, and bruised from my previous fight. I could feel the soft trickle of blood on the side of my lip, and my head rang like a gong. I looked up and saw a silhouette of a man. He was a tad bit muscular, but not too much. He had a lit cigar in his mouth. I could smell the smoke that drifted above his head. It smelled of vanilla with a hint of peppermint and ashes. The man had his arms crossed against his chest.
"Who are you?! What have you done to me?!" I yelled, "I demand an answer!"
The man slowly took the cigar out of his mouth and turned on the
Mori Misses YouMori Misses You2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No matter what way you looked at it, I have, and may always will be a bit of an eccentric when it comes down to Pokémon series: this has seemed to have declined over the years but I still consider myself quite knowledgeable; during Secondary School especially, I was a literal encyclopaedia on the subject despite only every owning Crystal Version while my eldest brother owned both copies of Ruby and Sapphire.
Eventually, by 2006, my interest in Pokémon came back when I bought my brothers copies of the games, as well as a DS and PMD. I eventually also got Pokémon Ranger; as well as Diamond and Pearl that I was able to enhance my
My life was lived...My life was lived in monochromeMy life was lived...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in varied shades of grey
Without a hint of colour shown
in oft repeated days
I hardly knew my eyes were closed
to things I could have seen
And I was blind & quite unknown
to joys that could have been
But when you thrust yourself on me
the veil rose and freed
A world renewed with wondrous hues
and rainbows lit by you
My life was lived in monochrome
in black and white alone
Till you lit up my darkest days
with brightly painted rays
Aang Ain't White Once upon a time, way back in high school, I had to watch a movie about the life of Ghengis Khan. In the movie, the part of the Chinese princess was played by a blonde American actress. When I complained about this blatant disregard for accuracy to my teacher, his response was that the movie was made in the late 1960s, and feelings of animosity towards the continent of Asia in general were at an all-time high due to the Cold War. According to him, if an actual Chinese woman or even a Chinese-looking woman were cast in the role of the princess, the ignorant American public of yesteryear wouldn't have been able to relate to her as a characterAang Ain't White4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
winter has swallowed the worldwinter has swallowed the world today,winter has swallowed the world6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his blistering fury biting at faces
and speckling tree trunks and window
panes. he disguises all things, provides
a pure slate of marble dust that blankets
every surface. when he finally settles down,
all things settle with him. the pine forest
has become a herd of mammoths, weary branches
quietly sweeping the ground below.
SunflowersThere is just enough sunlight today, just enough of that pale light filtering through the trees to reach inside the house through the grayness of winter. Christopher has set his canvas as close to the window as possible and now sits there, his brush calmly lifting and receding.Sunflowers2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What are you painting?"
His sister Sonnabend passed through earlier in silence, but now she stands in the doorway that connects this room to her own. She is still wearing the white shift she sleeps in, and a thick quilt is wrapped around her shoulders. It is well past noon, but Christopher doesn't express irritation at her sleep-wake habits.
Instead, he just smiles
BurnsunDearest Caretakers:Burnsun2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sunburn on my back is long gone, but I still remember how it came to be. It was back when the sand on the beach was made of snakes and the horizon was just a flat, painted line between that something called ocean and that stretch of color that had no name. That was when automobiles were just metal boxes that rumbled and moved. That was when I would hide in my room with the blankets over my head, and my face buried in my pillows, in the dark. I stayed on my bed most days, in that metal room, in that metal facility. Everything was made of rectangles in rectangles affixed with squares. But that was such a long time ago,
Grand Daddy's Clock.It's quietGrand Daddy's Clock.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear nothing, but
from Grand Daddy's Clock.
Like a platoon drill
of marching soldiers
in newly polished heels,
crunching the tarmac
and leaving their clipped,
echoing in the stillness.
What is it
about this humdrum
that resonates feelings,
and so deep?
A.M.Young (Please respect copyright)
AylsotAll you lonely soldiers out there.Aylsot2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You know what I mean.
Change the world.
Whatever that you are fighting for.
Love? Peace? Justice?
When it feels like the end, don't stop.
I know that you are out there.
Please, don't give up.
The world is bad.
I would know.
But that is why we were born.
This world needs us.
All of us.
You see dark? Light it.
It isn't easy.
I would know.
You will be on your own.
They will not want you.
They will not get you.
They will not love you.
But that was never our destiny.
Never lose faith.
If you can't see love, be the lo
Gold DiggerЗолотоискательGold Digger2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Завывает метель, снег бьёт в глаза,
Появившись, мгновенно застыла слеза.
А есть ли смысл плакk
what and how love should be.love is limit less and power less to all the details the earth can bestow with just mere words.what and how love should be.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
love has a place for all those that seek it and call out its name, it knows no gender it knows no limits of number. It feel only the power of smile and pleasure, no pain, jealousy, envy or heartache.
no different colors of skin or sexual orientation or choice of faith.
Love is boundless and enjoys the thrill of something challenging or forbidden. Even when you deny its there you its a lie, its exists within everything ever cell and every micro-organism life is full of love and love is the one thing we all have and what we all want.
Love each ot
TiempoTiro del relojTiempo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cuatro y veinte
Entre la música
Parto mi ser
Toco a los peces
Tiro del reloj
cuentan las horas
de cuatro y treinta
parto mi ser
Me vuelvo nada
La sirena no calla
Me parto en dos
Me vuelvo nada
No hay ángeles
No hay piano
fear and all thatI think in retrospectfear and all that2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That retrospect is a lie
That I found one day,
Written across your shoulders.
My heart was beating
A bit too loud, perhaps?
And I believe I asked you
If you would die for me,
In a broken mirror,
Or in a glass heart.
I think I asked
"You are lovely?"
And you answered with teeth
And all that jazz.
As you can probably see
I still think in retrospect.
A Unique Breed The emperor stood, frozen in admiration of the dying man who lay before him. For centuries the old man has served as the nation's horse master, advising the emperor's own father and his father and even fathers unknown to the current emperor, for the old man was said to have the ability to find the greatest horses in the land. But now he lay dying, and with him the ability to conquer nations with ease.A Unique Breed2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With much struggle the old man curled his fingers in toward his body, beckoning for the emperor. Revering him as a man of great wisdom the emperor obliged the peasant's request for audience: "There is another with my insight, one who
The Pillar of Balance The light permeating the hallway was a false one, the illumination only revealed enough to understand that darkness ruled the corridor unequivocally, ruled the space in a subtle manner that controlled the goings-on in the passage from the shadows where it hid, safe, in the unassuming shadows of the light, dangerous gaps created by the flickering of a sole lamp beating to the pulse of the darkness, its very survival now dependent on the presence it sought to destroy. I attempted to finagle the key into its home, but my attention was stolen by a peculiar visage that the hallway light produced: normally, the shadow cast during the intermittThe Pillar of Balance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Winter of Nobody The nostalgia that melts on one's face each time a snowflake disintegrates is magical, juxtaposing the sensation a sudden chill leaves upon the skin with a warm memory of snow days gone by; and as the snowflake fades so too does the memory, awaiting another chance to play in our minds and turn our captivated eyes inward for a brief moment. Sometimes the phantasmagoria allows the mind to craft new memories, building a series of analogies that allow the psyche to climb around their intricacies while the heart watches in worry, and disdain. Only for a moment, if not forever. The way the flakes blur past my eyes hearThe Winter of Nobody2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This