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 - 18 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
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
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 Signs5 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
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
Navy Girlfriend"Navy Girlfriend"Navy Girlfriend8 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.
Copper and GoldWarnings: Hints and mentioning homosexuality and bullying.Copper and Gold5 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
The One Where The Cake IgnitesThe One Where The Cake Ignites10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Phoebe is in Central Perk with Ross.
Ross is writing a poem to Rachel,
unlikely as this may seem. Phoebe
listens to him recite it, then Chandler
walks in on the last few lines: "And Joey
is a noey like Hannukah with Monica,
so you see, you're left with me." "Monica
and Hannukah?" says Chandler. "Gee, Ross,
I thought you quit poetry." (Titles) Joey,
elsewhere, is cooking with Rachel.
They're baking a birthday cake for Chandler.
Joey's idea. They're counting on Phoebe
to keep him stalled. So, naturally, Phoebe
tells Chandler to write a poem for Monica.
"It's Phoebe's poetry workshop!" Chandler
relents, but writes four lines for Ross:
"Oh Ross/So cross/Becoss/Of Rachel."
Monica arrives in the flat to find Joey
and Rachel cooking. She screams. Joey
belts her - she falls unconscious. Phoebe
senses violence, contacts Rachel
psychically. "Something just happened to Monica!"
Chandler's ode has riled Ross.
He demands satisfaction from Chandler,
produces two pistols, whereupon Chandler
Bygone DragonsA young mother smiled as she gently laid her infant son down in a little makeshift bed of cloth and straw. He was an unusually hefty baby, with his father's face and soft black hair, but like all other small children he quickly fell asleep once bundled up warm and safe. Looking strained and tired, she loathed to leave him alone, but there was work to be done and he was not her only child nor responsibility.Bygone Dragons3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So the baby slept on peacefully as his mother took leave of him, her shadow casting on him one last time as she walked towards the door. Then thoughtfully, she looked back, and seeing him there she smiled. After the brief pause, she went outside and shut the door behind her, never to come home.
Quite a bit of time had passed and the baby, well rested, awoke and became hungry. He cried for his mother to come and appease him, but there was no response. The only person who mattered in his small world had somehow ceased to exist. Another hour or so went by before the door at last swu
Army of skeletonsI'm completely lost in the abyss,Army of skeletons2 years 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.
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
Razor SlutIt started so many years ago.Razor Slut11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little problem that proceeded to grow,
How big it would get, no one could know.
But if they had, it could have helped so.
She grasped the blade, it touched her skin;
This is where the saga did begin.
She cut herself to remove her sin,
The evil poured out as the steel went in.
She soon realized that each cut brought release
It brought her harmony, brought her peace.
It was a welcome feeling, how could she cease?
The amount of cutting began to increase.
It was a vicious cycle of blood and pain
She'd cut one day, then try to abstain.
You can't understand, because it's hard to explain;
But if she didn't cut she'd become insane.
She kept on cutting she couldn't stop;
Once you've picked up a blade it's hard to drop.
She knew one day her veins would pop,
But all she ever wanted was to be on top.
So she kept on going, she cut more and more.
She felt her anguish melt each time her skin tore.
When she couldn't breathe and she hurt to the core,
It relieved her to s
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;
-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
Room MatesRoom Mates5 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
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?"
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
I CAN Send You a Letter, DearI CAN Send You a Letter, Dear5 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.
the birthday partyshe was seven years old.the birthday party4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was seven years old today. it was her birthday. there was birthday cake and ice-cream.
a birthday party.
a birthday party for the birthday girl.
a party with all her friends.
bright balloons and dancing.
dancing with friends.
and dancing with boys.
boys. girls. boys. girls. boys. boys. boys.
boys with big ears, bespectacled boys, and boys with sticky fingers.
birthday presents shiny and pretty.
she was seven years old.
today was her birthday.
the sun was bright between the splish-splash of april showers.
and there were rainbows and a new bicycle with a big, red bow.
it was her birthday.
she was seven years old.
laughter. smiles. dancing.
spinning until she was dizzy.
giddy with joy.
dancing with a boys.
the pretty boy.
the boy with big ears.
then the left-handed boy.
then the bespectacled boy.
and the boy with sticky fingers.
"let's go upstairs"
"this is like a doll's house"
as he led her, by the hand
into an abandoned space.
APH: Hawaii: Trip or lost?APH: Hawaii: Trip or lost?2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Once upon a time..."
I could feel the wind caressing my back and my eyes shut open even though I did not want them to. My vision was blurry as I had my glasses taken off the other day and all I could see was a mixture between bright cheerful colors and dark shades. My bed sheets were silky and they smelled like the ocean. I didn't feel like getting off of my bed, but my alarm clock went all ramping making lying in bed impossible. With my left hand I searched for my glasses which should have been on the bedside, but they didn't seem to be there. I continued to explore the surface with my fingers hoping to find them. Damn, my eyesight is really bad.
Ha! Found them. Once I put them a burst of colors overwhelms me and I found myself smiling. I've always liked bright colors. My room was usually messy, but that morning it was completely cleaned up and my eyes went wide in surprise. I couldn't recall when I had tidied it up. Yesterday, when I reached home I threw myself on the so
Harry's Odyssey - Prologue IIHarry's Odyssey - Prologue II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a terrible gray day, and there it was - St. Peter's Orphanage.
An old broken building, kept alive by the generous donations of the aristocrats, bursting with criminal youth covered by sewed rags.
Taking a deep breath, I got out of the hansom and lazily walked up the difficult steps to its front door. As I moved, I could feel the enormous weight of the many hidden curious stares in the upper windows, making me wanting to give up and run away back into my safe, dearest carriage that so loyally waited for me.
Clearing my throat in an encouraging effort, I reached the knocker and knocked, since the bell beside the entrance door was broken- a pity, it was a beautifully made statuette of an angel holding a bell to which we would rang into hell.
As I cared for the bell, old eyes peeked through the door and smiled, opening the door revealing a wrinkled nun with piercing blue eyes.
- Good day, Sire. How may I help you?
-Hmm, Dr. Carlson-
-Ah! He sent a note that a young man would come he
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,
100 years- Chapter 3"wait, 3 eggs and 3 cups flour, aru?" Wang Yao was staring in puzzlement at the recipe.100 years- Chapter 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ivan laughed. "no,no there are no eggs, what are you looking at?" Wang Yao held up the paper and Ivan examined it. "wrong side, that's for tomorrow. Today it's just apple crumble,THIS one." Ivan turned over the paper and handed it back to Wang Yao. Wang Yao nodded. "Ok, aru!"
As he turned to the cutting board Wang Yao was hit full in the face with a raw egg.
"SHUT UP GIT I DIDNT HIT YOU!"
"DUDE, YOU HIT THE NEW KID!!"
"I SEE THAT YOU GIT!"
Ivan nailed Arthur in the face with a bottle of allspice.
Wang Yao burst out laughing, the sound light and so filled with joy that Ivan went red again and turned to the transfer student.....as another egg burst against his pale white hair.
"TAKE THAT GIT!"
"uhh.....Arthur I think that was a bad-"
Alfred was cut off by a cup of melted butted hitting him in the collar, pouring it's hot contents down his front.
My Dearest, ToSoftened words and spoken spell,My Dearest, To7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
memories on which we dwell,
neither heaven, neither hell
this magic into which we fell.
Still I can't dismiss the sorrow
and breathe the wholesome air of morrow,
as I hear the morning sparrows
singing tuneful notes and sigh
of memories of you and I.
You stole my heart a thousand times,
silenced still these words and rhymes,
you come to me again sometimes
and make these arms this mind comply.
Oh, how my heart is beating,
let me sleep beside you sitting,
come and stop these thoughts repeating
to kiss again those lips in sigh,
in memories of you and I.
Take me to these cunning places,
show me to these private spaces,
take away all other faces
that hunt me to this day and by.
Hold me 'till the sun arises,
love me 'till the sky becomes as
velvet purple pure and starless
with birds and clouds and winds that sigh
the memories of you and I.
Let's enjoy this night in nuzzle,
wound me with those eyes that dazzle,
let me fill in blank this puzzle
that only leaves