All Hallow's EveThe pale keening of cicadasAll Hallow's Eve3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
echoes in the sun's lingering hue
and on the horizon
smoke unfurls its wooded glory
through the glen.
Pumpkins crown the curling vines
waiting to be claimed
in greedy grasps
and turned like changeling goblins
and this bright crush
of maize and barley
carves the crisp evening
and singes our eyes
in the fine glory of a psalm.
Walking Disaster XYWell, baby, I'm a social hazard,Walking Disaster XY6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The child of a whore and a bastard,
Pain is a symphony that I've mastered,
'Cause baby, I'm a walking disaster.
I've been labeled, disregarded, deemed as a sin,
So let me know when this starts to sink in,
I'm a danger, a threat; I'm bad for your health,
My calorie-high, sugar-coated, fat-rich self,
And I'd personally suggest leaving me on the shelf,
Are you listening to the words coming out of my mouth?
It appears you're more focused on something else.
You want me, I get it, it's easy to see,
But there's a long line of your kind waiting for me,
You're nothing special, and I'd rather not corrupt,
The mind of an innocent not knowing what's to come,
So unless you're willing to sign a waver before the ride,
I'm not interested.
'Cause baby, I'm a social hazard,
And the whole world's trying to put me away,
You're the type that'd never stay,
Well, baby, I've got nothing else to say.
So light a match, strike a pose,
Try and show me the danger running through yo
Total Drama Island: The Hangover Ch.1Total Drama Island: The Hangover Ch.11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I open my eyes to find myself in a room. I sit up still drowsy from waking up I wipe my eyes to clear my blurry vision. My head is also hurting like it got hit with a baseball bat. Eventually my head stopped hurting but then i see that I'm naked and the only thing covering me is the blanket from the bed. I see my clothes scattered on the floor along with female clothing. I start to move out the bed when all of a sudden I hear a noise that sounds like it would come from a woman. When I look over to my right I see that I'm not alone in this bed. Still sleeping the female was covered in the blanket. Due to my curiosity I had to go ahead and see who they were. When I uncovered the blanket from the mysterious sleeping woman I find out to my horror that it's Heather the queen bee and she was sleeping peacefully like a newborn baby completely naked as well. I then immediately say to myself "what the hell happened last night". I try to retrace my memories from last night but all I can remember
Edge Part 16: LiarIt had been almost two weeks since Elliot's... 'accident', and I had somehow managed to fall into a routine. I would wake up and go to school. I would listen to the gossip about Elliot being taken out by Jimmy and his friend... And the worst part was, everyone just accepted it. The way they spun it, Elliot was the evil one and his attackers were the heroes. It made me sick, and Anna wasn't helping. She was trying, I knew, but it was just the bit of juicy talk she liked, and she couldn't resist. She had me. A direct link to Elliot. She tried to avoid it as much as possible, but every so often she would slip in something like "So is Elliot's head still hurting?" or "Is Elliot coming back any time soon?" If it were someone else, I probably would have thought it was concern, but to her it was gossip.Edge Part 16: Liar7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Finally, at the end of the day, I would go to the office and get Elliot's work for him from the lady behind the desk and bring it to his house. I can'
Ronnie Radke's real storyDrugs, jail and tragedy: Escape the Fate co-founder and bassist Max Green speaks outRonnie Radke's real story7 years ago in Historical More Like This
June 26th, 2008 - Its been kind of crazy for Escape the Fate co-founder Max Green lately. The 24-year-old bassist has only been back in town for a couple of days and hes already been swept up by the storm that is Ronnie Radke, his once best friend.
Radke, who was apprehended by the US Marshals Service June 16, now sits inside of the Clark County Detention center awaiting his own fate and his sentencing for violating his probation, which could land the 24-year-old behind bars for up to four years.
LVW: So whats going on with you guys and where are you at as a band right now?
Max Green: Right now we just got done recording the album in Los Angeles, (and Im) getting ready to go back to L.A. and listen to all the mixes and get the order and track listings down. It just like, finally were back and weve been through a lot shit over the years. Losing a guitar player, walkin
Edge Part 13: Try To Relax I got into the house as quickly as I could, the relief instant as a wall of air hit me, cold as ice. I sighed and tried to make a run for the stairs, but I could already hear my mom's shoes in the kitchen. "Abel?" she called as her feet hit carpet. I turned to her, one hand already on the banister. She hadn't changed out of her pink nightgown yet, despite the fact that her makeup was done. "Your late. What happened? Did you fall on that bike again?" She gasped as she came up to me, pulling at my sleeve. "You're bleeding! You did fall, didn't you!" I looked at the wrist of my sleeve, a few smears of red on the cuffs. I rolled my eyes. I was surprised that she didn't even question me for wearing the long sleeved version of my uniform on the hottest day of the year; something I was only doing to cover up the last time I had gotten hurt. It would still be days. . . Maybe weeks before the wound on my arm was gone.Edge Part 13: Try To Relax7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No, mom, I'm fine," I said, soun
Bacon's "Three Figures"Those filthy little bastardsBacon's "Three Figures"6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wouldnt let me go. I moulded
them with layer on layer
of thick, sticky paint.
At the start of each day I was near
to vomiting. By lunchtime
pining for a drink. After I set
the brushes aside my lover
opened the wine. He and I
with our Bacchanalia to
deaden the end of each day.
In misery, self-loathing and disgust
I completed my obsessive task.
I at last became a painter,
though I lost enthusiasm
when I decided the Three Figures
were completed. There was nothing
in me left for the cross.
Three Figures, then, without a Crucifixion.
A trio of faceless hominids
without a prayer.
Edge Part 17: Sickly "Abel?" Elliot said, still sounding lost as I shut the door behind me. "I thought you said that you weren't coming today."Edge Part 17: Sickly7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"And I thought you said that you were going to graduation today," I tried to joke, but the timing was too off. I walked over to him, handing him the water. "Here. Dante said to give this to you."
"Thanks," he muttered as he pulled his hands away from the smaller one and took it, placing it on the table next to him.
"And this," I said, pulling the towel off my arm. He thanked me again, pushing the chair he was sitting in back and standing up. I looked over to the bed, now that I could clearly see the figure lying in the covers. Gideon laid still in them, I knew, but it didn't look like him. His face was too pale, his freckles losing their color. His eyes looked sunken and black, other than the reddish color around their edges. Even his lips were pale and looked
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 37DisgustingDip Your Feather Wisely: 373 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The word hung in the air for a long while before his ears plucked it down to be heard.
"Prussia. . . Prussia."
It was a. . .a name. He was certain of that much. His name? Yes, he thought so. It had a rosemary-scented familiarity to it.
"Gilbert, wake up."
He shied away from that voice, burying himself deeper into his velvet blanket of darkness. He didn't want to wake up. That sharp voice came from a harsh place that promised pain, more pain than he was already in, with a sound of silver tingles that raced along his skin like crawling ants.
"Blast it, man, wake up!"
Silver morphed into an iron-blood taste and peeled back his eyelids to cut across his brain, leaving dull lines of pain flashing across his head. A whimper tore its way out of his throat, hot trickles of more pain scattering from it like horses in a race, thundering hooves forming a pounding in his skull. Suddenly he was aware that he was laying on something hard and cold. The hard and col
Love Me NotDo you love him?Love Me Not6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, I dont. But I certainly wont be telling you that. You Youre Mr. Perfect with your perfect life and your perfect wife, and and even your perfect little kids who are perfectly astounding at every little thing that they attempt to do. No way.
I think so. It was a halfhearted lie at best; concocted through elaborate repetition of denial over a certain love I hold for a certain someone else, a man Im certain is far above leaving his perfect wife just to be with Plain Old Ordinary Me.
And when I fall asleep in my almost perfect bedroom, lulled into almost perfect dreams by the almost perfect background noise just outside of my almost perfect house, I dream of his perfect hands caressing my cheeks, his perfect arms encircling my body to pull me close to his perfectly toned chest. But when I turn to gaze into his perfect blue eyes, I instead see dark orbs of the blackest pitch, accented
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 38AliveDip Your Feather Wisely: 383 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was night again. The same chill that had crept through the house for the past two nights was seeping through the floorboards, causing Frederick to shiver. He wasn't that cold, but the chill tickled his exposed neck and bloodless hands. He clenched and unclenched his fingers and winced as the ropes tying his hands above his head chafed painfully against his raw and bloody wrists. He had learned the hard way that trying to pull his hands free of the rope was absolutely useless.
A harsh laugh came from downstairs, making his stomach flip. So far his captors had not been cruel to him, they gave him food and even talked to him some, but there had been repeated threats that if he tried to escape then he would be punished. He was a bit dubious about that, since he knew that Maria Theresa would want him alive and unharmed. If the news got out that the Austrians had brought harm upon a member of royalty, regardless of whether that member was an enemy or not, it would infuriate t
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 49-51White DayDip Your Feather Wisely: 49-513 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey Kiku, what's happening?"
The small man jumped a little as he heard Prussia's voice behind him. His pencil slipped out of his fingers and clattered noisily to the floor. "Oh, I did not hear you Mister Prussia!" he exclaimed, quickly bending down to pick it up.
Prussia grinned lazily at him. "Aw, c'mon Kiku, you can call me Gilbert, you know that well enough by now." He leaned against the couch, leaning on his forearms.
Kiku looked up at him, tilting his head to one side. A tiny, almost invisible smile hovered around his lips. Yet such a tiny change was immediately noticeable in the man's usually blank face. "Yes, I do know that Prussia-kun," he said, ignoring Gilbert's long-suffering sigh. "However I find your reactions amusing." Now he was truly smiling, and it lit up his dark eyes beautifully. For a moment Prussia could do nothing but stare at that face and that smile, but then a slight blush rose to Japan's cheeks when he realized that he was being watched and h
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 52-54HeartDip Your Feather Wisely: 52-543 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prussia decided that the heart was a stupid, silly thing to have. It was important, yes, but it was also stupid, especially when it kept doing all of these unawesome things. He was sure that Fritz was somehow responsible, because it only happened when he was around.
For example, Prussia could be sitting by himself, going over reports with all the casualness in the world and everything would be fine and dandy. Then Fritz would walk in and when he looked over at him his heart would jump. Yes, it would fucking jump. What the hell? And then it would start to race for absolutely no reason at all. It was terribly confusing, because he had not been running or drilling and as far as he could tell they were not under attack, so it had been spazzing out for no reason at all. Then Fritz would smile that wonderful warm smile at him and his heart would start to flip-flop in his chest and that would make him short of breath and even his stomach felt funny. With that his co
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 12KingdomDip Your Feather Wisely: 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once upon a time there was a tribe of people called the Aestii. They were a peaceful sort and did not fight wars with their neighbors or go out and slaughter villages. They loved nature and worshipped the mother goddess as their deity. Like many different places around the world, these people had a person who personified them and their culture. His name was also Aestii.
Aestii looked like a man and acted like a man, but he was not a man. He had a special connection with his land and people, he could feel their joys and sorrows in his heart as if they were his own. Even though he represented the land and people, he was still very human in many ways. He even had children. But they were not children that had been born from a wife. These children had no mother, and were born from the earth. They were a sign of things to come. These children were called Lithuania and Prussia. They were both quiet and gentle children and they lived a peaceful, uneventful life.
And then the Rom
Dying: Chapter OneDying: Chapter One7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter One: Nightmare
Anna snorted a bit as she woke up. At first she thought that the knocking on her bedroom door was only a part of her dream, but then she remembered how the past several weeks had been. With a small groan, she forced herself to sit up and light a small candle.
"You can come in, Elsa," she said with a soft yawn.
The door creaked open, and Elsa walked in, wearing a silver nightgown and a look of grave concern.
"Anna," she said. "You are alive, right?"
"Yes, Elsa," said Anna, with the same politeness she had when she answered the question every night. "I am alive."
"Oh," said Elsa. "I'm...I'm sorry to have woken you. I just..."
"You had the dream again?" Anna asked.
Elsa just nodded, and awkwardly turned to go back to her room.
"If you want to talk about it, we can," Anna told her sister gently.
"I...probably shouldn't," said Elsa slowly. "I mean, it's the middle of the night. We should both get some sleep."
"I have a feeling you won't ge
Dip Your Feather Wisely: 61-63CrushDip Your Feather Wisely: 61-633 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Get back!" Prussia screamed out not two seconds before the ground in front of them exploded, shooting a fountain of dirt and smoke into the air. If they had not stopped in place then the cannonball would have struck right into the midst of their group.
Frederick pulled on his horse's reins as it whinnied in fear, keeping the beast on a very thin line of control. "Dammit! Where's Oppen?!" he demanded, his sharp blue eyes flitting around the battlefield. "It does not take ten minutes to deliver a message!"
"He probably got stuck in the melee," Marshal Keith replied, motioning towards the writhing mass of Austrian and Prussian infantry that were doing their best to hack each other to pieces. It was too close for any of them to use their rifles, and bayonet was ruling the fight. The Prussians were far more advanced with the weapon, but there were more Austrians. Oppen had been sent to find Seydlitz and order him to lead a cavalry charge, and so far not even a stirring of rein