The Sound Of WhiteWhen I was younger, I honestly thought I was crazy. I knew that somehow my feelings and my thinking were not the same as the other children. I lived in anxiety and fear that my secret would be found out, and that I would be taken away from my parents.The Sound Of White5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For as long as I can remember, the world has been awash with colours. My first memory of these experiences was feeling intensely red-orange when my mother refused to buy my something in the local supermarket. I wanted it so badly, my eyes and head exploded with dark red-orange. I threw myself onto the floor, smashed my fists and wailed.
My mother, being the practical woman she is, said,
"Well, I'm not going to hang around if you're going to act like this," and walked away.
I promptly lifted my head, and looked around. Finding that she was gone, my chest filled up with white, and grey and blue - the colours of loss, abandonment, fear, terror. I can remember it as if it happened five minutes ago. It was as if the colours wante
Young Mister LYoung Mister L5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Professor Minerva McGonagall was sitting in the record room, going over all the acceptance letters that needed to go out to the incoming first year students. She was looking at the names and checking the letters off on a list she had next to her.
When she got to the bottom of the pile she noticed that one person did not have a check next to their name-a Mister L Lawliet.
She looked at the name questionably. The records were never wrong, but who had a letter for a first name?
Minerva got up from her desk and went over to the magiced quill that wrote out the letters. Sitting next to the list of students needing a letter there was a lone envelope with a quill hovering over it looking back and forth between the parchment and the envelope.
The only words on the envelope were Mr. L and it seemed that the quill was confused as to why there wasn't more to the child's name and if it should and a period or not.
Minerva grabbed the unfinished envelope and the quill immediately start
Lullaby Daisy ChainsYou're singing a soft lullaby under your breath as you pop the pearlescent bubbles floating around you. You're tearing tufts of grass from all around you and making daisy chains with grass charms for a tiny bubble-blowing princess to wear as her crowning jewel, but you know she's a queen years before anybody else will and you're worried what will happen once her action figure-loving friends realise that she's an angel and nothing they've ever seen before.Lullaby Daisy Chains5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There's glitter shimmering in your hair and you know it will take an eternity to wash it and and the sequins out, but you don't care because there's your personal little sun smiling into your eyes and twinkling away like nothing else in this world.
You're watching the sun set and holding a cordless phone and a teddy bear tightly to yourself, waiting patiently for the time when you can finally hear the lilt of her voice without the harsh bitterness that seems to envelop your lives so often now. You're smelling the fresh-cut grass a
Rosso Scarlatto File_3Rosso Scarlatto File_310 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Entro dentro di me. Stupro violentemente le mie connessioni neurali. Riconfiguro il mio essere a mia immagine e somiglianza.
Sono il Dio di me stessa, immersa in un brodo binario primordiale.
L'hacker neo-ghandiano davanti a me mi aiuta nelle operazioni fisiche. La sua testa rasata si riflette nelle mie retine sintetiche. Vedo contemporaneamente la realtÓ che mi circonda sovrapposta ai codici che compongono la mia anima di costrutto. Posso percepire il freddo metallo dello spinotto che penetra dentro di me. Un esplosione di dati mi invade tutta, un orgasmo di processi quantici attraversa ogni singola parte del mio involucro di titanio.
L'hacker mi dice che adesso non avr˛ problemi a collegarmi alla rete, che sono un individuo completamente nuovo, che la polizia non riuscirÓ ad individuare il mio ID neanche nel cyberspazio.
Mi guardo attorno. La piccola stanza Ŕ satura di tecnologia. Fibre ottiche e fasce di cavi, vomitate da terminali polverosi, soffocano il poco spazio. Se avessi biso
why daddy?child abuse storywhy daddy, cant you see,why daddy?child abuse story6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
that you are badly hurting me?
ever since mummy died,
i dont wanna be alive.
you and mummy were happy together
even in the rainy weather.
but now shes gone in the sky.
why did you change daddy, why?
now when i get home today
daddy said "lets play a game"
i nodded, unawere
i was in for a big scare
when i saw him i feared for my life,
as my once loving father pulled out a knife.
he took one blow, a blow to my head.
and as he does, i drop down dead...
im now in the sky
why daddy why?
did you kill mummy?
or did i?
the unbearable lightness ofWhat she really wanted takes shape in her reflectionsthe unbearable lightness of5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a face photographed that never looks like her.
She runs across town squares with dingy statues
and flitting sparrows; she finds herself
laughing within puddles, or
in dorm room mirrors, pale and
swollen and caked in cosmetic.
Locks on motel doors can be picked with rubber bands, but
sufficed for an hour of indiscretions. She was sly, shy,
stroked your stomach carefully.
She wanted the reassurance of your voice on her neck.
Fading colors flutter on the breeze that springs when
twilight conquers sunset. A short alphabet coats her
gold skin like oil, soaked into her dress. It clogs
her voice with a brief dictionary of words misunderstood.
The smell of cloud bank musings lingers on her wrists;
April is tangled in her hair
and you're still chasing Decembers.
All she wanted was the rubble of book discussions,
the leftovers of arguments concerning the usage of "sporadic"
Never mind that you two threaded promises acr
The Lady and the Lake The water lapped up against her shins in the dark, breaking into droplets that played music on the surface of the lake. The weight felt heavy in her arms, but she refused to let it go. If she had her way, and she intended to, they would never be separated again.The Lady and the Lake5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She stepped forward, bracing for and welcoming the chill at the same time. It pulled at her, tempted her to move faster, to just plunge in and be done with it. But this was too important to rush. It was like a ritual, and so had to be done right. She would take her time.
When it came to her waist, she shifted her legs, made sure the ties around her legs were firm but not cutting. She barely felt the weights now, but she knew they would do their job.
Most people wanted to do such things all at once, to throw themselves from bridges or to step off the dock holding cinder blocks. She disdained such things. They w
GOTH TESTGOTH TEST5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
-- THIS TEST WILL TELL YOU WHAT KIND OF GOTH YOU ARE. --
You can consider yourself as a lil part of Goth community if you at least like to wear black and don't like to be like other "normal" people.
If you don't, you can still do this test to know what kind of Goth you WOULD be.
Check every section and count how much answer fit to your personnality. The section which will have the most answer that fits you will tell you what kind of goth you are (or would be).
- have fun... if you want to. -
01. if :
01) you like the 80s
02) you like Goth musical bands
03) Your fashion is from the 80s
04) you like/wear fishnet (on legs, arms, body...)
05) you like/wear leather jackets
06) you like/have piercings
07) you like/put heavy make-up
08) you like/have huge hair
09) you smoke / like people who smoke
10) you don't like (other) goth fashion.
...You're a Trad Goth.
02. if :
01) you focus on the dark, sensual and mysterious side of life and death.
02) you like Victorian litterature and m
Coldest Roomcoldest room in a vacant searchColdest Room5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
vacant house in the coldest Earth
coldest universe in the biggest bowl
alone and spinning. separate souls.
living breathing earthly beings
organisms doubt their worldly meaning
buy some stocks and cut the grass
corporate deities confuse meaning with cash.
lovers are bought and abusers pursue
in world with a chaotic, permeable view.
the room is still cold; the universe, contrived.
living is seldom about being alive.
The TitheEvery seven yearsThe Tithe5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They must shed ones blood
To bind the solitary to the court
None of us are safe
So stay clear of all Fay
They will take you away
To a underground lair
Make you want to be a sacrifice
Take you away and put you in chains
Maybe even have their wicked ways with you.
For we do not know when the Tithe is
It could be this year
Or the next
But either way
If you are chosen
You have no real chance of escape
Your fate will be sealed.
And then seven years later
It will be someone else's turn
Every seven years
A human life is paid
To keep the solitary Fay
Bound to a court
M eyes don't shine like hersMy eyes don't shine, like hers do.M eyes don't shine like hers6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unlike her I barely talk to you.
She has a phone.
I'm all alone.
She's always out.
I just want to shout.
I cant' help but be jealous, of everything she has.
And here I am, just being a spas.
She has a lot, and I don't get that much.
Except on Christmas.
Everyone likes her, but they all hate me.
And she pretends like she just can't see.
I'm always the last one.
She's always out there having fun.
And for just once I wish.
That I could live.
Like her, and in her world.
Were I could be everyone's favorite girl.
She's picked first, I'm always last.
She's had tough times. I don't even have a past.
I feel so out of place.
When she comes second in the race.
And she's more on the team.
Then I'll ever be.
And she thinks that I don't have a reason to be jealous, which I don't believe.
And I can't help but always compare her to me.
And it's ridiculous, but my eyes, don't shine liker hers do.
And she's the one that always get's to talk to you.
RSL 3.8 - Fire From HeavenRSL 3.8 - Fire From Heaven6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Faralas pointed. "Something is coming...from the direction of the sun."
Xull'rae tried in vain to stare into the sun, but her drow eyes hated it. Odessa, too, perhaps because she was demonic as Xull'rae now knew, could not bear to stare at that bright orb.
Faralas gasped. "A golden dragon!?"
The thing in the air swooped lower than the angle of the sun, and the other two could make it out. It did seem to be a dragon, with scales bright and glistening, an ivory-gold color. Odessa thought, "Gold dragons breathe fire, yes?"
Faralas nodded, "Aye...I saw one once...but this one seems a little different. Lighter. It doesn't have the whiskers of a gold, either."
It landed with a heavy crashing motion a hundred feet in front of them, flattening bushes. It was far larger than Aarok or the green dragon, perhaps the size of an elephant. It scales were an iridescent opal-color with a silvery gold sheen. They almost seemed translucent, but were quite solid. Its tail was as long as its body, and its
Life Between Fear and LoveIt wasn't about getting him to stop hurting himself.Life Between Fear and Love5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It wasn't about helping him understand that what he was doing was wrong, either. It wasn't about showing him the constructive aspect of life. It wasn't about giving him another way out. Nothing ever is that simple.
People prefer these kinds of tragedies be second-hand knowledge, arbitrary and diluted enough so that they can push it away with a simple "too bad". He was no tragedy, although he was treated and perceived that way. And also he was not wrong in the way he thought. However, he vividly saw something no one else was aware of. He was so intensely conscious of a presence that no one else could identify themselves. It was about fear and knowing fear closely and intimately, embedded into the world he saw. Here was life in its full expanse and he did not know what to do with it.
You'll have to understand that, with fear, there is no right or wrong, black or white, justice or chaos. True fear is so much more than that, so much more