Gunners, Chapter ThreeApril 29, 103 PN
I hated traveling through the wastes at night.
The sound of my motorbike echoed through the eerie silence of the land, my flickering headlight offering little help of showing the path before me. I did my best to stray from the roads; they were a deathtrap for motorists, especially if one was traveling via highway overpass. People have done what they could to repair the roads, but it was mostly a waste of time.
It didn't matter to me; I hated heights. Anything higher than two stories found me huddling in a corner from fear and nausea, and my home in New York was no different. A few months after my father took in a young boy named Jacob, my biological brother, Harper, took he and I up to the roof of our building. My father found me clutching the crumbled chimney near a pile of that morning's breakfast. I can still remember the terrified look on Jacob's face; he thought he was the one responsible.
Jacob came into our family about three years ago, right after I graduated t
Gunners, Chapter OneApril 11, 103 PNGunners, Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, you will find your own Wonderland."
My father often told tales of an epidemic called the 'Red Scare' and how it tore through the land, turning friends into targets, and bringing forth a new terror to the world. Countries that were once allies in the old war now had each other in their cross hairs. Spies had infiltrated the enemy's land, gathering information for their side. My father, with a flash of disappointment in his tone, told us of how the war soon turned to a standstill, and how no lives were lost, until a single press of a button unleashed Lucifer from Hell. In an instant, children who were walking home from school, mothers who were cleaning house and preparing a roast, and men who were puffing cigars while laughing their cares away managed but a confused glance to the white flash. There were those who were dubbed lunatics by their friends who had registered their loved ones to shelters deep in the earth.
To the crazy prophets, the world ended on Octo
Gunners, Chapter TwoApril 27, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Two5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With my eyes peeled to the cracked tile floors, I grudgingly stepped towards a dim room, catching the rhythmic scratching of pen across paper. My heart fell to the bottom of my feet; the vulture was roosting in his nest, waiting to snap at the simplest sign of life passing his doorway. I stopped at the last second, scowling at the rusted nameplate nailed to the wall. Lawrence Fergus McDougal, Chief of Medicine – scribbled beneath, someone wrote 'King of the Grumps', and I couldn't help but grin at the truthful statement. Other names, such as 'British Bore', 'Stubby', and the classic 'Tommy Redcoat' were splashed over with paint or crossed out, but that did little to discourage the anonymous vandals. Gently, I pulled my duster closer to my body and turned.
“Running like a frightened mouse won't do much good for your shoulder, miss Edahsra.”
I shuddered at the scratchy, droll tone sifting down the hallway and pulling at my ears. Dammit, I was so close..
A Taste of Marching BandImagine yourself in a constricting, uncomfortable uniform. The shoes pinch your toes just a little. The pants are itchy. The jacket doesn't allow much movement, and the collar keeps your neck straight. The hat makes you sweat, and the chin strap is chokingly tight. You are in the band. You play an instrument. You've memorized four songs for the half time show. You've memorized numerous charts of where to move on the field. You hold your instrument in the attention position, standing straight and tall, not moving.A Taste of Marching Band9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Now imagine you are standing on the track surrounding the football field. You are in lines, waiting for the whistle to let you start marching onto the field. You look up into the stands and see over 2,000 people in the stands. They're all watching you, waiting for you to start the show. The drum major blows the whistle and you march onto the field. You roll your feet, making sure the top half of your body isn't moving but gliding to your spot. You stop and wait again. The drum
CorsetCorsetCorset6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
surprise! for the man
I can't get enough of-
a cinched corset
of butter-yellow leather
making my hips
wider than they are-
no room left for air,
its bone and sinew
replaces my own,
the stocking top
ostrich trim tickles-
don't be fooled lover,
lying back, head cradled;
or is it I who will be,
my talent packaged thus:
we'll have fun finding out-
riding crop in hand
facing away, I ease on,
for a rigorous canter-
you knew I would
and when I think I've
bested you in your intrigue,
and those muffled moans,
you pull the laces tighter
till I flutter and swoon
paper boats.dear sunrise, today I wrote you a poem about butterflies and hearts trapped in glass jars, but I ripped it up. today I cried three bucket- fills and held hands with someone I dont love.paper boats.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dear porcupine, today I left you a bowl of milk and a friend, but I brought it back inside when you never showed up. today I got new keys to my door and lost them again.
dear raindrop, today you split apart my head and all my thoughts came out, and now everyone understands. today you took away my dignity and today I died. (on the inside.)
swans were my favourite animals before
and love was my favourite feeling.
they were graceful, and beautiful and if reincarnation
were on my side shed choose one of them for me.
we went to parks and fed swans because
you said you liked to watch me smile and
throw bread crumbs like there was nothing
in the world to worry about.
(I did it because I liked to watch you smile.)
i used to go alone when you were out and
I would sit at the pond and cry
Marching Band Is MagicalDuring the marching band season everything is magical.Marching Band Is Magical6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You have practices over the summer and you get to know everyone in the band that you hadnt before.
Band camp comes and all of a sudden you are so close. Spending thirteen hours a day, five days in one week doesnt make you fed up with them like you thought it would. The bond that you had somehow becomes closer. You are a huge family, directors included.
You couldnt imagine how things could get any greater. The bond that you have is as strong as it could ever be. Everything is wonderful.
Then practices become shorter to get you ready for the inevitable: school hour practices.
Now, you can only practice after school. Less time with your band.
That once magical bond that you had suddenly breaks. You dont see everyone, everyday anymore. You were lucky if you saw them passing you in the hallway. Those friends that you were inseparable from you dont have one class with.
The magic fades.
Football games are onc
BetrayedBetrayed by my own people.Betrayed8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
walking around in a circle of lies.
wondering when ill find out the truth.
so i can understand.
why they would do something like this to me.
it seems that i cant go anywhere,
even with the nicest people.
and not be surrounded by lies.
we're never perfect.
we're never understanding.
never ending "proof".
Beautiful, Beautiful...There once was a wise old craftsman, who knew more than he let on. He lived and worked in a plain, insignificant little cottage that was nestled in the middle of nowhere; shrouded by trees, ensuring that any soul lucky enough to happen upon it would never find it again.Beautiful, Beautiful...6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
It was here, in the beginning of dawn through the darkness of night that he made a beautiful, beautiful puppet. He used the softest, palest maple that she could have been porcelain. He selected the finest red horse hairs to cover her head, a dress of elegant peacock feathers and simple ballet slippers to cover her feet. And as he carefully painted her delicate features with a steady hand, she smiled at him.
Time flowed on and the craftsman continued working, but now he had his beautiful, beautiful puppet to dance for him. He was happy as he watched her graceful movements echo the peaceful serenity of their hidden world. But the dancer grew restless. She looked up at him and pleaded, remove these strings that restrain
Phazon Twilight DuskPhazon Twilight DuskPhazon Twilight Dusk7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Nintendo Symbiote Story
Zelda sat on a bed, trying to trying to make sense of the situation she was in. Within the span of a few hours, she had worn an alien costume, save some villagers, gotten shot, and was brought back to space ship by some woman who is supposed to be some sort of space traveler. An alien pirate is roaming Hyrulian Woods, doing who knows what, and worst of all, she can not do anything because its out of her jurisdiction. She wrapped her arms tightly around the thin white blanket that she covered herself when she woke up. The floating red sphere that had been taking to her had been floating around her constantly.
Miss, it said, I am sorry that you may feel nervous about what is going on, but Galactic Federation protocols must be followed.
At what cost? Zelda replied back at the sphere
Do you know how many lives must die
BIRTHING CHAMBERS Ep. 2I had lived in my cavernous new home for almost two days now. I found some communications equipment that might be used to contact the outside world, but the entire rig was butchered beyond all recognition.BIRTHING CHAMBERS Ep. 29 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
I looked like it was done deliberately, as if the leader of this operation had a Cortez complex; he made sure they stayed there until the job was done, just like Cortez burning his ships after landing in the New World.
I was disappointed, but I couldn't complain much. I was alive, I was safe... for the moment.
I knew that inside me grew an embryo of the S'Tencha. If this unearthly pregnancy were to carry out as expected, I would've already been in labor, giving horrific birth to the creature within me.
But it didn't progress normally.
I could feel the movements of the larva inside me, but it hadn't grown much at all; a mere half inch of my belly stood from the waistline.
I had suspicions, but I couldn't confirm them until I found the right equipment.
I searched through the Complex fo
clarinet.Blowclarinet.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into my top
and listen to
echo through the hollow cave…
resonating through my
ribcage and shaking me,
The tempo pulses through your veins,
clogging up your arteries;
you're ready to burst-
yet I lie unpracticed in a shallow corner.
My keys are aching for your tender,
to leave an impression,
to complete measures start to finish,
to cascade through
miles of sheet music.
I am polished to a high sheen
and creates a rainbow glare
on the window pane across from my dusty little cinderella corner.
Eyes dart from the electric glare
radiating from my form
in a guilty reminder of
notes across the page.
Breath is drawn where indicated in measure six,
and you've been letting your lungs fill for years.
Release into me.
BetrayedBetrayedBetrayed12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My world has been
I have no one
I scream aloud
I don't even care
All, what do
I have to care
Everyone I love
Is gone and I
Am left alone in
The winter cold
Standing in the
Snow with nothing
But my soul and
I fear that I
Have sold it for
Just a day of
I can't shake this
Feeling of loneliness
I am afraid to face
Myself for fear that
I am gone
Sailed away on
A mystical boat of
Fate to argue with
My destiny and to dance
With the devil in
The pale moonlight
And I see my life for
The first time
When first I sought
To trust, I felt that
I could love, now
I trust no one, not
Even my thoughts
But why should I care
I should just fly away
Into the night and
It does not matter
They don't see me
NightmareI couldn't save you...Nightmare6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I fought with everything I had.
You accepted their judgement
The judgement that ended in taking your life.
Why did you let your guilt take over?
I don't care what it was you did.
I don't care what they say.
You are different now...but you are so ashamed.
Your honesty in coming clean was your end.
No grace! No mercy! Only punnishment.
In this I die too.
I can never lose you.
Thats what I always thought,
and now that I have...
What could I have done?
Is there any way I can reverse this?
Take me back in time, oh God I beg you!
I can't do this alone...
I am overwhelmed in my hopelessness
Because I was helpless...I couldn't save you.
So much anger so much pain!
Why did they lead you to your end!
They had no right to point their finger at you!
I knew you were different...
....I knew you! ...I knew you!
I believed in how you had changed and what
Beyond Absolution: ProloguePrologue: Sweet Raptured LightBeyond Absolution: Prologue6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I broke the surface of consciousness like a drowning man. Gasping thin breaths, I strained for air against the angry band of pain that crushed my throat to the width of a narrow reed. My fingers felt as thick as sausages as I dug them into the rope. A weak, phlegmy cough rasped air painfully past my throat, dragging me back towards unconsciousness as the pain threatened to spill over.
Im dying, screamed the wild part of my brain. Im dying Im dying Im dying Im dying!
Darkness blurred the corners of my eyes; coughs wracked my body, doubled me over on the floorboards. My pale, snatched breaths werent enough to save me; they just prolonged the inevitable, kept me conscious as I scrabbled about my neck, tugging desperately at the rope that cut into me like fire. A heavy knot was tied at the base of my skull. With my last reserves of
Open eye'sI hear the heart beat of the ocean.Open eye's6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the waves pound against the sea
shore. The waves crush , drowning
out the sound of my own heart beat.
I look towards the horizon. As the
clouds go by looking up at the sky.
Its Just MeI feel used,Its Just Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cast to the
I lost my pride,
and my heart aches,
for, the lonely part of my
Into pieces, all
along the floor,
how could I not,
ask for more?
While, my loneliness,
crackles, and withers,
as I slowly hold my breath.
Its almost over,
I try so hard,
to convince myself,
the other part of me,
Just as damaged,
nearly, oozing with pain.
What more could I ask for,
other than to be happy again?
Your Ratty Old SweaterSo long I left that Sweater of Yours in the corner.Your Ratty Old Sweater6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So long I refused to wash It, afriad to get rid of your senct.
So long I feard that You were really gone.
So many nights I put Your Sweater to my nose to be sure your sweet scent was still there.
So many nights, I kept the tears from my eyes by putting Your Sweater on my allready burning body.
So many nights I feard You were really gone.
So many early mornings I would see that Old Cigerette Burn on the sleve of Your Old Sweater, and laugh.
So many early mornings I contemplated putting Your Sweater on, and wearing It to work.
So many early mornings I feard You were really gone.
So many afternoons I sat at work, hoping Your Sweater would at least stay with me forever.
So many afternoons I convenced myself You never left me and that You were just busy with Your New Important Job you must have had.
So many afternoons I feard You were really gone.
But now, my heart has gone cold for You.
Your Ratty Old Sweater, washed so many times- It was
will.i.will.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will not grant you pretty words
though they burn in my veins
and force me to breathe,
as if my fey-child scripture
ever could withstand you
and the scars you carved in my DNA.
they breed in my throat,
a transcendental code sacrosanct
as the prayers you whisper,
and the vows you took in obligation
only to hide your transgression
(twenty-six years, three months, twenty days)
and write in me the fear
of being erased.
so maybe you can't understand
how i made myself not hate you
when i thought you would die
just in case
i want to throw my fury
at your feeble body and
like zeus to your cronus
though i've always been cast
as hermes instead
for every second i've stared myself down
just to prove the balance of genetics
lies not in your favour
teaching myself to drive stick
so i could run farther
from who you wanted me to be
the six year old boy
with a near-perfect sketch
(but it wasn't
43. DieI didnt want to believe his last request. Someone like him couldnt possibly be so weak. Slowly, he repeated his words.43. Die7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hold me. His voice was so weak and soft.
It almost seemed as though my face had gone numb. I wanted to cry, but tears wouldnt escape. Slowly, I climbed onto the hospital bed beside him. As I wrapped my arms around him, our bodies shook. I was shaking so badly. He leaned his head against my chest. He seemed so cold against my skin. I rubbed his soft hair. He really seemed like an angel just lying there. Completely opposite from when I first met him.
I remember that cruel smirk the first day I met him. Hed shaken my hand firmly. Id never known Id fall in love with him.
Look at me
His voice interrupted my memories of us. I looked down at him. His face was so pale except the dark bags under his eyes. He was suffering more than anyone should.
Do you remember the first night in our apartment&
You Might Be a Band Geek If......you consider the term "band geek" a compliment, and often refer to yourself as one.You Might Be a Band Geek If...7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
...you answer to "Hey you band geek," "Hey you band nerd," and "Hey you band dork."
...you yell at the loading crew if they put something on the band truck wrong.
...you are always at the band truck making sure the loading crew doesn't kill anything.
And you aren't on loading crew.
...you can be hot, sweaty, and tired and you don't care.
...you incorporate random tags into the Go Mighty ______ song. Like Power Rangers.
...you dance to stand tunes. All the time.
...you think artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you KNOW artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you sing as loud as you play. And you sing well.
...you play louder than the opposing band that is twice your size. And it sounds good.
...you sing louder than the opposing band that is twice your size sings. And maybe
things i have buriedbatches of badly folded letters from my grandmother'sthings i have buried6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
apartment, all tightly scrawled russian, smudged ink.
the luna moth my brother caught when i was seven,
its wings becoming a chartreuse stain on his palms.
the mark of every song that has ever made me feel,
each differently shaped and stitched together
to form the patchwork of resilience that is my heart.
sepia photographs, antiquated polaroids,
with nothing written in the white spaces
where stories of moments should be.
narrow granada streets, their uneven cobblestones
turned hazy with august's heavy heat;
the familiar taste of tears etched into frown lines
that i am too young to already have.
Written LoveItalic represents the inner depths of our emotions, an endless well of truth. Within lies the rawest image of the self, the naked reality of vulnerability, doubt and discovery.Written Love6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Will I ever find love? Am I destined to be alone forever?
It also depicts instant sparks of thought, blurted words mute to the world.
Shes cute! I wonder if she could ever like someone like me. Did she just smile back at me? Was she being polite, or ?
Bold equals bravery, chance and gamble; the lion heart in which shaky words express daring suggestions, challenging the fate of solitude.
Want to go for a coffee sometime?
Can I call you again?
Bold lettering calls for faith, hope and trust. Self esteem brings it out, jumping from the white of paper, but even the timid can brave life with its encouraging energy.
Underline is exclamation. It is the reaction to news, the call of passion or the declaration of triumph. It can be coupled with t
City of Paradise: PrologueCity of Paradise: Prologue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I am with her Jake...she's real
Night falls earlier than it did in our time. The sky, coated in the darkness of so much waste, the gutted earth's substance littered on the ground and in the atmosphere creates looming clouds, black and gray, keeping the entire planet under an almost constant state of overcast. The third Great Recession has hit nearly everyone, including the corporate giants, and relative success stories in the 21st century. For every medical advance, another plague descends. For every new innovation, another obstacle. The planet's population swells, then fights, reduing its number just enough to eke a living, scrabbling to get by, and yet ever-expanding. The pessimists say that man will soon outnumber the rats.
A little girl, an innocent with a shock of bright red hair, sits fixated before the projection screen. She is one of hundreds, as every man, woman, and child has all eyes on the mission that promises to find something to redeem them f
City of Paradise: Na'viCity of Paradise: Na'vi5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Resources Development Administration (RDA) Laboratories
Grace watched the projection screen, engaged fully by the new transmissions from the alien planet. All these years later, the young girl never lost that flame, burning desire to learn more about the strange creatures of the alien planet. That first transmission had let to many more, and every step of the way Grace was there to witness it. Even though it cost an arm and a leg, she had managed to be one of the few students to earn the right to study the few remaining Terran creatures in captivity that had once been wild throughout the continents. Now even many of those animals were dying, leaving only DNA samples behind, forgotten in cryogenic cellars by all but a few, a scientific elite who managed to rise above the ever-growing masses, the few who still wondered at what the world had been before their own time.
But now, the opportunity to study new things, an explosion of new creatu