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).
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
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...Breaking Fall6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"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
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
Lady DeathThey think Death is the Reaper,Lady Death6 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 Winter6 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.
FearI stand, the night closing around me,Fear6 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,
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
The Broken Pieces of Her Sh...The Broken Pieces of Her Shattered HeartThe Broken Pieces of Her Sh...6 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
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
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.
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.Milagro6 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
PJatO - PrologueI cannot find Lykaithos among the dead.PJatO - Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Something pulls me out of a deep sleep, and I come half awake, twisted in my sheets. My lungs are full of ashes.
Downstairs, I can hear my dad's bass tones, sharp and angry.
"not going," He was saying, "Haven't you taken enough from me?"
"Haven't we given you so much?" A stranger's voice rejoins, a pleasant tenor.
There's a sharp thump accompanied by the chink of cutlery, and I think somebody must have slapped the kitchen counter. I can't hear what my dad says next.
"I must not have made myself clear from the start," the tenor says with a touch of exasperation. "This is an order from on high, not a debate. Now, remember, June 25th, and be sure to pack her a toothbrush. Now, I really must be going. I've missed several important calls already. You mortals may sleep, but Olympus does not,"
There's the scrape of a chair across linoleum and a soft sigh of air, like a small gust of wind, even though the summer night is still. After
I'm a Half-Blood Ch. 26I'm a Half-Blood Ch. 263 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ψ Twenty-six ψ
"Do you think we're almost there?" I asked Rover and leaned forward more so I could get a glimpse of what was still ahead of us.
So far into the journey towards England, things had gone pretty easy. There hadn't been any monster attacks yet, and even Zeus seemed to be okay about a daughter of Poseidon flying through his domain. The pegasi had also been flying well for the past ten hours, with no one dropping out of the sky because they were too tired to continue. Then again, once we had gone back to the Roman Camp, they had gotten an awful long time to rest.
Actually now that I think about it, things had gone almost the same way I had predicted. They did have Dan as a prisoner there (let's say Carson wasn't too happy about that), and almost as soon as we came into view of Camp Jupiter they wanted to arrest all of us for breaking the laws of Rome (whatever that meant).
"Stop right there!" the guard in the tower yelled at us. "You
Broken Wings Broken WingsBroken Wings5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I write this poem here
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
Unknown: Chapter 12Unknown: Chapter 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Chapter 12: Unclaimed~
I felt a wave of shivers run down my spine. I walked forward a couple of paces, and stopped abruptly. I heard a twig snap, which made me stiffen every single muscle in my body. I wasn't alone, and I was pretty sure whoever was stalking me, wasn't human. I quickly made a break for it. I ran through the forest; swiftly weaving through trees, sliding under fallen logs, and jumping over boulders.
I ran briskly; until my breaths were no longer able to come out of my lungs, and keep up with the speed of my legs. Then, I found myself in a small clearing surrounded by nothing but tall, towering trees. Their roots bulged out of the earth like muscular veins. They wove over and through one another, so that I would have to climb them if I wanted to get to safety. I heard the crunching of dried, summer leaves and frail, thin twigs; which made me whip my head around.
I saw a figure lurk in the shadows, walking towards me. I eyed the strange figure careful
You don't believeYou roll your eyes,You don't believe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and demand for me
to lift up my sleeves.
There are no scars
and you roll your eyes
A long sleeve shirt,
and you overreact.
Really it's hurtful.
I'm getting better.
I'm getting stronger.
Yet you think,
I'm going to fall.
I know I've had some
false alarms, but you
to be so careless
in front of naive friends
and just ask and demand
to see my arms.
Do you not trust me?
Six months and you don't believe
that I would stay strong?
It hurts to see that
you don't believe in me.
For you to just think that,
in front of friends who didn't know
until you commented,
you didn't realise how
angered I was, or how hurt.
To have a friend not believe
I could stay so strong
PJatO - Chapter 7: KeenanAs it turns out, the cabins are the cluster of mismatched buildings just outside the armory. The homely looking house I'd seen covered in flowers and a roof of actual grass is Demeter's cabin. The one that looked like some sort of small temple is Hera's, which is where Rhea lives. I'm assigned a bunk in the Hermes cabin, a large, worn-looking building with chipped paint and a caduceus hanging over the front door. Because Hermes is the god of travelers, there are always extra bunks available for unclaimed demigods, Rhea explains.PJatO - Chapter 7: Keenan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"But I'm sure you'll be claimed soon," she rests a comforting hand on my shoulder. "It's the rules now. All godly parents have to claim their own or sponsor a child of a demigod,"
Whenever I think of being claimed, a small sliver of anxiety twists through me. I fervently hope that my celestial ancestry comes by way of a demigod, just like Rhea. There would be something comforting about being the child of two people who either didn't want me or couldn't raise me
MCL: Ken and Puku Part 2Jade spun away from the scene and found himself out in the garden as he pressed a hand to his mouth, nearly puking from how faint he felt.MCL: Ken and Puku Part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
What-What was that? Puku and Ken...He'd always known, of course, but was their relationship really that strong? Had their connection really gone that far, that deeply?
He dropped his hand to his side, sighing as the pressure left his mouth. "Puku..." he breathed.
"Yes?" Puku asked from behind him.
He whirled around, his flustered eyes jumping up to meet hers. "O-Oh, you're here! So-Sorry, I didn't mean...Please, I'll help you with the ducks in a moment. Just-Just don't worry."
"Oh, okay. But you-you look pale. Are you-Were you throwing up?" she couldn't seem to help asking, glancing around at the plants right behind him.
"No, it's fine. I did almost. I'm healthy, though, don't worry. Just go back, please," he stressed, staring past her to see Ken at the open doorway with a concerned look on his face.
God, even Ken was worried fo
For Samantha VoorheesLet me weave you a tale about a young girl, who later met the love of her life, a true and famous horror legend.For Samantha Voorhees6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Samantha, a fifteen year old teenage girl, was sitting close to the camp fire. She wears a black short sleeved shirt under a light green jacket, and a pair of blue jeans. Her brown eyes are the same color as her long hair, a purple and green bow is tucked behind her right ear. Samantha lets out a long sigh, and continues to stare at the fire. The others are sound asleep, she is alone with her thoughts.
Samantha then turns and glares at the dark corners of the woods, as a sudden sound of rustling terrifies her.
"Who's out there?" Samantha whispers, not wanting to wake the others.
She heard nothing, save the rustling.
Samantha jumps to her feet. "Who's out there?!"
Suddenly, a strong breeze blows up from the ground. The fire goes out, everything is dark. Samantha's heart slowly begins to race as the cold chills of fear paralyze her. Sudden screams of horror fill the very air S
Unknown: Chapter 4Unknown: Chapter 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Chapter 4: Rescued~
I groaned in agony as I felt more of my blood being drain. I was wondering how my parents would get the news that their daughter was murdered. Maybe the headline in tomorrow's newspaper would read "Local Sixteen-Year-Old Girl Missing" or "Sixteen-Year-Old Girl Brutally Murdered."
Only, the girl would have eaten my body by then. I felt a tear stream down my face; I didn't want to die like this. I felt my head go heavy, and my vision suddenly blur. I dropped my hands that were gripping onto the girl's wrist.
"Help." I uttered, my eyelids closed shut and my mouth, dry.
I suddenly fell to the ground and heard someone grunt. I tried to open my eyes, but they were heavy like lead. Instead of forcing myself to open my eyes, I listened to what was going on.
"So, you finally found me Satyr." The girl hissed.
"Yes Empusa, and how do you still exist anyway?" A low voice asked.
"That's for my master to know and that girl to find out." The girl chuckl
I Once had a Friend...I once had a friendI Once had a Friend...3 years ago in Personal More Like This
who I thought was the kindest girl I had ever met,
one who would not even harm a fly.
She was fun and trustworthy-
I thought I could laugh with her forever
I thought I could pour out all of my secrets.
I once had a friend
who yelled at me because I gave her an advice
that wasn't very nice...
She said I ruined her mood.
I once had a friend
who I helped a lot-
when she cried,
I was always by her side.
She did well
and I gave her a pat on her back
and showered her with 'Congrats'...
Then, my heart ached-
Where was my 'Congrats'?
I wasn't even thanked.
I once had a friend
who treated another friend so well,
but that other friend wasn't even nice to her
I was so nice to her-
But she criticized
my clothes and shoes.
I once had a friend
who said she'd accept people for who they are-
she insisted me to change-
my clothes, shoes, phone and hair.
I was the only one without a surprise-
and she gave excuses and reasons.
I gave her so much,