Vivisection - 1 I bit my lip and turned up the volume on my mp3 player in a vain attempt to ignore the paper ball that had been thrown at the back of my head. I knew that more would come, but had learned to live with it. If you could call my pitiful existence living. It certainly didn't feel like it.Vivisection - 17 years ago in Horror More Like This
After school each day, I would die. Well, not literally, but I'd die inside. It sounds corny, but it's the only way I can describe the bitter emptiness of my soul. The empty shell that was my body, me, would enter the empty house that I lived in, with its empty cupboards and empty greetings that would occasionally await me. After the empty day, I try to add something to my empty life.
I don't know what caused me to start doing this in the first place. It can't have been a plea for attention, because I didn't want any contact with people. I hated them all. Yet, to leave them all behind and head off to a better place seemed impossible. So pathetic.
But now, ev
1: Warning SignsThe atmosphere in my seventh period Honors English class is just slightly more upbeat than "so bored this could cure my insomnia." I know I'm fighting sleep in these last moments. The only thing that can focus my attention better than the back of Jake Sivers' head are the tiny red lights of the clock; counting down the minutes until my salvation. It's 3:17; eight minutes to go.1: Warning Signs4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My eyelids droop.
Sometimes I wonder why we spend so much time learning how to read clocks when they put digital clocks everywhere. I just don't see the logic in that. Then again, I doubt there are many high schoolers who have the attention span to read a normal clock. I know I don't, though it might help me stay awake.
I avert my eyes and let them meander around the room, the 3:19 emblazoned on the backs of my eyelids. My vision is bombarded by the back-lit screens of cellphones as half the class answers texts simultanteously. It seems as if the only people actually paying attention to Mr. Wilson's lecture are
In the NavyIn the NavyIn the Navy8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cherry Hill, NJ: 1940
The tears filled my eyes as I watched him dress in hid bright white uniform. It was so pure and clean. Just like the first day he got it. I had promised myself that I wouldnt cry. But when you know that you may never see your husband again, thats not exactly the easiest thing to do.
He took one look at me and put me in his warm embrace. Thats when I lost it. The tears wouldnt go away. I didnt even bother to try and stop them. I was too tired. Too upset. Why did there have to be a war going on? Why couldnt they just leave us be?
Jimmy let go of me and said, Now stop those tears, hon. You know Ill always come home for you.
But what if you dont Jim, huh? What then? How are Linda and I supposed to go on without you? What if.....
Shhhhh.... Jimmy put his soft forefinger on my lips. Dont put those ugly thoughts in your pretty little head. Itll just give you
DeiSaku: A special Memory CH8DeiSaku: A special Memory CH84 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Where is he?" I thought to myself as I was standing outside the school gate. My eyes wondered around the street only seeing students and cars passing by. "Where are you Deidara?" I wanted to know that.
The first bell rang.
Everyone was walking inside the building.
I quit and walked inside my school.
This is what happens when I don't ask him if he was going to school this monday. He was acting weird on Sunday. He was nervous.
"Deidara was holding her hand but his eyes were looking at emptiness. He wasn't with her.
-"Deidara is there something wrong?" - She asked worried. The only answer she recieved was him shrugging the back of his neck.
-"Nothing..." - He said and smiled at her.
-"Nothing! Really..." - His eyes than turned cold. He realized the way that he had spoken those word
-Salvia Hillier Profile Information.-Salvia Hillier Profile Information.3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
-Salvia Hillier Profile Information.
Name: Salvia Hillier
Age: 17 years old.
Astrology Sign: Libra
Birth place: Ishbal
Color Hair: White
Color Eye: Red
Skin Tone: Brown tone.
[Bullet; Red] Military Rank/Occupation: Second Lieutenant.
[Bullet; Red] Weapons of Choice: Sword, gun, Earth Alchemy, and brain power.
[Bullet; Red] Favorite Color: Black
[Bullet; Red] Favorite Flower: Sun Flower
[Bullet; Red] Favorite Animals: Bears, Birds, dogs, snakes, bugs, etc.
[Bullet; Red] Hobbies: Art, reading, sparing, dancing, and baking.
[Bullet; Red] Loves: Sander, Oliver, Miles, Spring her pet bear, Briggs, Tundra, Art, Books, sky, rivers, her deceast mother, friends, traveling with Sander on missions, food, sleep, books, etc.
[Bullet; Red] Dislikes: War, falling in holes, hypocrites, meaningless fights, her big
Request: AmericaxReaderRequest: AmericaxReader4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You rolled down the windows of your car as you waited in the football field parking lot. You smiled as you saw Alfred running up. "How was practice?" you asked as he threw his gear and backpack in the back seat. He ran over to your window. "Let me drive and I'll tell you!" he said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and got out. You handed him the keys and went over to the passenger side. You got in and buckled up. Alfred got in and did the same. He turned the car on and you were on your way. "I love your ride ________!" he said above the wind. You laughed and patted the door. Your car was actually a piece of crap.
"You never answered my question. How was practice?" you said as you tried to keep your hair out of your face. He laughed and said, "It was good! I can't wait for Friday!" You nodded. Friday was the last and biggest home game of the football season and Alfred was the starting quarterback for the third year in a row. He stopped at an intersection. "So, how has recruiting been?"
Navy Girlfriend"Navy Girlfriend"Navy Girlfriend7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm so in love with my sailor,
yet we're always apart,
and though the days are hard,
he's always in my heart.
I hold him in my heart,
until he can be by my side,
and it gets harder and harder,
every night that passes by.
I see him in my thoughts,
and all my fantasies and dreams,
he's the only one I think of,
or so it truely seems.
I imagine all the good times,
the ones where we laughed and cried,
and I can only miss him more,
and wish he was by my side.
The ocean took him away,
and now I just want him here,
and I really wish in that moment,
that he could just appear.
Though I know he'll be back someday,
It still hurts me when he's gone,
and I wish he never had to leave me,
but somehow I still move on.
I worry for him and his safey,
and secret tears will flow,
but through all of this,
he still loves me so.
I'm so proud of my navy boy,
and I can't wait to see him again,
but this is the hard and joyful life,
of what we call a navy girlfriend.
Room MatesRoom Mates4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chelsea walked into the dorm room where she was to meet her soon to be dorm mate "Hello?" Chelsea called hesitantly. She searched the rooms, and determining that her dorm mate was not in the vicinity dropped her bags and began to unpacked her things into the available storage, consisting of a bookshelf, bedside table,dresser, and bathroom cabinet.
"Hello?" Came a call from the hall before the door was thrown open. Chelsea quickly got up off the bottom bunk, as to deny any claim to it. "Nice to meet you, My name is Chelsea" The girl took her arm and shook it briefly "Brittni." Chelsea looked the girl over, she had medium length dirty blond hair, green eyes, and was wearing mostly black, to the exception of a blue heart shaped pendant around her neck. "Well." and without another word Brittni turned to walk into the bathroom, dropping her bags at her feet, but Chelsea grabbed her arm "Brittni-" "If this is about money, you manage you're half the rent, I'll manage mine, I don't care how yo
Army of skeletonsI'm completely lost in the abyss,Army of skeletons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
all I can see are heads
turning three-sixty degrees
and joints moving in a rather
synchronised, perfect manner -
jolting to one side, then the other.
As I stick my left joint up,
they stick their right
and it seems I will never be able,
never be able to follow this
imposing army of bony skeletons.
I try to march in their rhythm,
moving my skull just right -
sixty degrees anti-clockwise,
then three-sixty degrees clockwise...
making sure I walk parallel
to those that stand next to me, tall.
Trapped, all I can do is pretend
that I know what I'm doing.
As I march in the scorching desert,
a poor and stupid skeleton
trying to move in the same beat.
My fate is inevitable though -
I'm not fit to join this army
and it is only a matter of time
before I fall into the fine desert sand..
my soul will fly into the dry air
and my skeleton will lay there,
alone and helpless.
Copper and GoldWarnings: Hints and mentioning homosexuality and bullying.Copper and Gold4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He is sulking.
He isn't sure what he is sulking about; it's just one of those days, where everything goes wrong.
He forgot his eraser, his lunch-money. He forgot to smile at Kirsha.
He stepped in dog crap and messed up in gym-class.
He had a fight with his Dad and his sister, and his brother found a puppy last night.
A puppy that peed on his bag and chewed on his shoes and made a mess everywhere else.
It's just been a bad day, and so he sulks at the spot where everyone comes to smoke.
Only that now it's empty and silent, only the old cigs keeping him company as he skips class for something like sulking.
He should feel guilty, and he does, but the days sucks so far and Vincent thinks he deserves this moment of peace.
Only that it doesn't last long.
Because he hears someone come closer. He scowls and looks up, ready to glare.
But his face slackens with surprise and he stares, instead, at the one that's the opposite of him
Painting the Roses RedPainting the Roses Red4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would be the only one awake
Excited to visit Wonderland
Where everything is the opposite of reality
I would hug my stuffed rabbit so he can keep me company
As I walk to the end of the hall to the old grandfather clock
I'd sprawl on the ground before it
Next to the tray of cookies and milk
That had started being left there
After the first time I fell asleep in this very spot
I ate the treat and sipped the milk in the teacup
As I waited for midnight
Tick tock, tick tock
Tickety tock, tickety tock
The sounds gave me lyrics and I softly sang the words
The words that lead me to a world of wonder
"Tick tock, tick tock,
Time is lost, time is lost
Tick, tock, tick tock
Forever lost, forever lost
Tick tock, tick tock,
My mind is lost "
And I repeat it until my eyes closed
Then I fell and fell
Down into the realm of my mind
Where anything is possible
It is a dream, but it seems so real
I'm tempted to stay,
A Pirate's Life: Chap 4You tried to catch a glimpse of Kirkland so you could see what he was really like but, he always seemed to catch you. You were annoyed with him. Whenever he saw you he acted like a git and yelled at you. It was really starting to irritate you. You wanted to see what he was really like and you were having no luck. You grumbled about it one day as you were taking the tub of scraps out. The ship was now anchored in the towns harbor and Kirkland said he was waiting for a sign from Fursey. You didn't really care. Even though you were enjoying your time on the ship so far you wanted to go home. You already wrote your letter but you haven't been able to post it. You readjusted the tub and went to the railing and dumped it.A Pirate's Life: Chap 44 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Shouldn't Jameson be doing that?" You sighed and looked at Kirkland. He was leaning on the railing and he was fiddling with what looked like a compass.
You stuck your nose in the air and pulled a large spoon out of your back pocket and started to scrape the rest of the scr
The trapped birdThe trapped bird4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The trapped Bird
Engrave the pain of being alive into my soul
for I feel dead for already too long.
Give me the proof that i am here,
make my heart beat again.
Release me from these chains,
give me the strength to fly again,
for I forgot how to fly long ago,
falling and dying,
I have nowhere to go.
This life has played me enough,
I fear no one can make it stop.
My tears have dried up
leaving deep lines,
and stories to be told.
Each day i wake up praying,
praying that the memories i have
do not belong to me.
Stretching my hand for someone
to hold on.
I try to fake a smile for all of you,
so please watch me dance around like a fool.
The sad song,
the broken words that play from my lips,
applaud and laugh at me,
until my last performance
and I fall to our knees.
Wont you come and dance with me
and be the one to break this lock?
I long for your smile, your voice, your tou
Del Suicidio: Canto IDel Suicidio: Canto IDel Suicidio: Canto I5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
De las vociferaciones de navajas
y su apacible canto.
Con la boca retorcida
y un silencio impuro
se evocan vetustas melodías
de cánticos en sulfuro.
Los dedos plateados y filosos
teñidos con un cielo escarlata
despuntan en mis ojos,
- cual antiguo romance sodomita -
y me besan, con sus labios rojos:
la piel se abre y se marchita...
bórrame con tu lascivia cortante
de las estrellas y su brillo;
sobre el ósculo moribundo de tus hojas
En los planos más altos de tu conciencia -suicida-
elevaré mi espíritu y transmutaré
tus marcas en portentos divinos.
o' deathi.o' death1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pocket full of posies;
we all fall down...
what exactly awaits us
when our mind and body
simply shut down forever?
will we be remembered by
the things we did or the
people whose hearts we
that's part of life,
all things eventually wilt,
death - an inevitable event.
a girl bullied for who she is
was found (almost) dead in her
own room, her life
hanging on by a thread
while her body
hung on a noose
that was tightly knotted
with hate and self-pity;
why must the bullying continue
after all this time?
she liked girls,
death crawls up walls,
waiting at every turn.
death sings a taunting
lullaby, hoping to lure
its victims into a pit.
death doesn't care
whether your pain was
self-inflicted or caused
death craves your soul,
not your body.
life gives you one chance
use it wisely.
always remember that
everyone has a different
story than you;
GermanI told Johann that German was a disgusting languageGerman10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
full of grunts and hairballs and
harsh hateful aryan marches
and anger and terror
and words that got caught in the back of your mouth
like old toosie rolls and crunchy peanut butter
And he spoke to me in German
of an intimate and romantic language
of patent engineers huddled over brilliant inventions
of piano tuners listening intently
tenderly coaxing strings little by little
of musicians that transcribed the beauty and simplicity of little stone chapels
he spoke German
like it was a mysteriously lovely poem
with fierce pride and protection in his voice
he spoke German
and his eyes softened with affection for his nation
he spoke German
and it was quiet
Destiny ch.21Chapter 21Destiny ch.217 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What do you mean? a voice asked.
I think my son is around here somewhere.
I thought you didnt have a son? A female with brown hair walked closer to the man that looked similar to Deidara.
My wife died after she gave birth to him.
Thats sad. She cooed. Id like to meet him. He thought about it. Aww, come on Zeebo, I bet he looks like you. She smiled sweetly.
If I can find him that is, Diana. At the very same moment Deidara was talking about his father.
So you think hes around here somewhere? The red head asked.
Yeah, un. I saw him with some brown haired chick he seemed happy. Deidara looked away to the city. Sasori cupped his hand under his chin. He turned his face towards him.
Why do you look so sad though?
I just cant believe that you know, un. Sasori pecked him on the lips.
if teen dreams were teen novelsthere was once a boy who had all the write words to sayif teen dreams were teen novels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all those fancy allegories, metaphors and similes
and antonyms of synonyms, like rails and snares and storms
and organs and trains and drums and hurricanes and
and she was only a girl with plain words, the kinds of things
that are only found in piles of papers and pens, books
she keeps where she sleeps,
that will only break when he leaves in the morning,
but she shares everything, like a boat shares a bard,
like a cigarette shares a lung, like a mouth shares other mouths,
like an artist shares her heart.
but there is a running in her heart:
not that type of beat she got when she was a little girl
and her favorite boy gives her a kiss on the cheek, but like when
he first shared his words with hers,
the kind of thing she gets only with naked skin,
and not like that kind of naked skin, naked, but before that
when she looks up and his eyes shine in that kind of way she thinks
might've happened when shakespeare was a teena
Roommates 2Roommates 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chelsea opened her eyes and sat up quickly, glancing around.
She let out a sigh of relief and settled back down onto her
bed as she remembered where she was. She had graduated high
school with a scholarship and had stretched the money she
hadn't spent on the dorm and class fees to pay for the books
and supplies she would need throughout the year. She smiled
and slipped her feet out of bed and onto the floor, grateful
that she had been able to get the lower bunk. She looked down
and felt the worn burgundy carpet which was soft and warm,
almost glowing in the early fall sunlight which filtered through
the two pane window across the room. Chelsea glanced around
than pulled out a pair of black furry slippers from between
the suitcases under the bed and slipped them over her bare
feet. She stretched and walked over to the window, where
over the ridge of mountains the sun was already peaking
over the mountains. Chelsea changed quickly into a pair
of jeans and a sweater, than grabbed her scar
BrokenIt was over, the war was over and he had lost. He gazed accusingly to his brother with his only eye, the other recovering under the heavy bandages that embraced his skull. His body was sore, riddled with scarring wounds and ugly bruises. He had absolutely nothing, his home was burned to the ground, his legacy a scorned footnote on history, his people without a future, and it was his fault! His ruby colored eye hardened as a shield to hide his feelings of pain, betrayal, and hatred. He didn't know what hurt more, the pain of being beaten within an inch of his life, or the fact that his own brother had done this to him. He looked back to the other four who were entering as judges and jury to their crimes. The two of them stood in the center of a large room; a semicircle of a table was before them with each of the victors sitting in a seat. America and Russia sat side by side in the middle while France was to the Right of the Eastern European Country, and England sat to the right of his fBroken4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I CAN Send You a Letter, DearI CAN Send You a Letter, Dear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From one man to another
From one man to his lover
Is it taboo to write a letter
On this day, now or never?
Is it scandalous, our affair?
As we float, too high, on air
Though I wish I may, I wish I might
You're the only one for me tonight.
I wrap myself in your perfume
In the sweet embrace of your cocoon
To dance in the stars next to Ursabear
Will the world acknowledge such an affair?
I laugh and cry, you hold me tight
Our delicate love, to my delight
We won't hold back, no love to spare
As we lose ourselves in this affair
When we both are dead and gone
In our graves, side-by-side, along
Our children will accept and know
Just how much I loved you so
Over the sea and far out of sight
I am still with you on this night
My sweet love, my only man!
With love, from Afghanistan.