Silver and Blazes Youngling10At last it was Blaze's final month of her pregnancy. Nine months.Silver and Blazes Youngling105 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Blaze was in good condition even with her burden. Her feet didn't swell and her back held out pretty good. The only problem was how quickly she became tired, which only took about ten to fifteen minutes. Every so often if her and Silver were walking somewhere, they would have to take breaks at least three times before Blaze was to better strength again. But even though she hated the need to rest, she was glad her child was finally going to join the world.
Silver was at the top of his game during this time. Knowing his child was so close to joining him and Blaze. He took every chance to feel his little one kick within Blaze's tummy. Silver didn't even mind having to rest with Blaze every so often, he was just to overwhelmed with the fact his son will be there with them soon. Although that was about to change quicky...
put the stars to shameThe blazing hot summer sun of August sent me the gift of Blaire. She had these wide eyes that changed from silver to blue at night like deer caught in head lights and chocolate hair like the woods back home.put the stars to shame4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
On a Monday morning of a week passed by too fast, I bumped into her for the first time. She said sorry and asked me if I could fix her bike.
when her bike finally cranked back to place, we both had oil splattered black hands smelling like metal and dirt in our hair, our faces, laughing.
'Blaire' she said, 'I don't know what I would've done without you.'
i chuckled. told her my name. seth.
Then she got on her bike, waved, and rode away with a smile that shot stars through her eyes.
I decided then that blaire was my new favorite word. I decided then that she was not common. And hoped. For Everything.
I used to sleep away the cold New York decembers with a textbook in my hands and a masquerade of coffee to wash down my longing for someone special, someone I haven't
The Birth - Harry and GinnyCurled up on the sofa Harry Potter smiled to himself. He had a perfect house, a beautiful wife who any day now would give birth to their first child, amazing friends and a great job. Did life get any better than this? Looking down at his sleeping wife he brushed a strand of her shocking red hair off her face, Ginny stirred slightly in her sleep but didnt wake. Harry spent several minutes watching her bump move up and down in time with her breathing. Harry smiled, kissed the top of Ginnys head and picked up his book and began to read.The Birth - Harry and Ginny5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Harry? Ginny mumbled.
Hey hon, did I wake you? Harry said, setting down his book again.
No, the babys just kicking really hard. Feel she said guiding Harrys hand across her stomach. Harry kept very still feeling for the kick. He had felt it before of course but every time was just as exciting! For a minute Harry could feel nothing, then all of a sudden... There we go Ginny smiled, movi
A Big Surprise - Harry + GinnyLEAVE ME ALONE Ginny screamed slamming the bedroom door viciously. She flopped down on to the king sized bed she shared with her husband Harry and began to weep. Her flame red hair spread out around her like a lions mane as the tears rolled down her face. These were not tears of sadness however, they were tears of regret. Ginny had been snappy with Harry for the past few weeks and it had caused numerous arguments between the couple. As soon as she had calmed down she grabbed the telephone of the bedside table. She wasnt very good at using the muggle methods of communication but it was the only way she could contact Hermione and Luna without Harry noticing.A Big Surprise - Harry + Ginny5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Hello? The voice at the opposite end of the receiver said.
Hermione... I need your help. Ginny said, trying not to let her voice waver.
Ginny? Is that you? Whats up? Hermione asked sounding worried.
Just come over please, and bring Luna! Ginny replied befor
The Pain of YouWhat will it takeThe Pain of You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For you to see
That you're causing me?
What will clear your eyes
So you can see
The scars on my heart
That you have made
With your own hand?
Now i'm just sitting here
Lonely and confused
Scared and empty
I need a comforting touch
To help me up
And to lead me back
To my pathway.
But how long
Will I have to continue
Is the pain
...So I Stole the MoonLife is like a spinning record; that's what I used to say. The record starts at sunrise, and plays it's tune. Placing one foot in front of the other we dance about the day, repeating the choreography that we've recited so many times before. Then, once our feet have grown heavy and our eyelids begin a fight to stay open, we stop the record and flip it over, hoping that it will play a different tune in the morning. It doesn't. The record starts at sunrise, and it's the exact same song....So I Stole the Moon1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
And so, life becomes a spinning record, and instead of switching out the track we just flip the record over and pray.
But not me. One night I decided that I wanted a different tune. I searched day after day, but every record I found was the exact same thing, just a repeat of the last. I was beginning to give up hope...
So I stole the moon.
Late at night, when all the good children were in their rooms dreaming of a land far far away, I climbed into the sky and swam about the stars! Soon I found what I was l
Growing Pains - Zelda FicGrowing PainsGrowing Pains - Zelda Fic9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Is he here yet?!" an eagre voice chirped.
Malon groaned. She opened her eyes but the bright morning light stung them, and they instinctively held shut. She could feel something weighing heavily on her sore chest, and a slighter pressure on the upper curve of her belly. She could hear the giggling breath of the creature above her, and its shadow played over her eyelids as it moved from side to side.
"Is who here yet..." she yawned in response.
"My brother!" the high pitched voice squealed gleefully.
"Your brother?" she sighed, "Ah..."
Opening her eyes she looked at the scrawny being that sat astride over her chest. Dressed in her pajamas Malon found her amusingly similar in appearance to her father when he was a boy. Same bony arms and legs poking out (not that she wasn't well-fed. It just seemed that no matter how much food they shoveled onto her plate the little girl managed to turn it all into the frantic energy she was saturated with), a mop of messy straw-coloured bl
GoodbyeI don’t know which was louder; the piercing beeps that represented her heartbeat or my staggered breathing. Her hand lay soft in mine, just as it had time and time again over the last year and a half. The difference was that when I squeezed, her delicate fingers did not squeeze back.Goodbye1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She lay before me, connected to several loud humming machines with all assortments of tubes and cords. Her eyes were closed, swollen and red, just as they had been for the last two days. Some people may have said that the sight of her was disturbing, or unsettling, but to me she was as beautiful as the day we met. Once again I leaned down and whispered her name, hoping with all my heart that she would do something- anything- to show that she could hear me! I knew she wouldn’t.
Brain dead. That’s what I’d been told.
I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t. How could a mind so beautiful- a mind that once crafted the most fantastic of paintings and poems that could tug at t
Silver + Blaze's Youngling11Silver + Blaze's Youngling115 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Blaze!" Silver yelled running to her.
"Blaze! Oh Blaze! Please wake up! Blaze!" he chanted her name over and over again and shook her. Tears of sadness and anger started forming. "Blaze...please..." he colaspsed. She wouldn't answer. He hugged her by the neck as tears streamed from his eyes onto her forehead.
"No, Blaze, please don't let it end like this! Please wake up!" he squeezed her tight against his chest fur.
"Huh? Blaze?" he asked as tears still dripped off his face.
"Pain..." she repeated.
"Blaze, oh great Iblis, you almost scared me to the point of death!" He squeezed her tight.
"Pain...pain!" she repeated.
"Huh?" Silver looked and saw her clutching her stomach. Now he knew what she meant. The explosion must've sent her into labour!
"Blaze is it time?" he asked.
"What do you think!?" she screamed at him in anger. She began to breath in and out more and more rapidly.
"Oh Iblis, this isn't good." he said helping Blaze up as he supported her with his right arm.
Poems From WithinPoems From Within6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hope is something kindled in despair
That glows faintly in the dark of the night
And lights faith within the souls of others
Never endingNever ever... Stop spreading Hope.
Love can be something wonderful
When one takes time to learn
About the other person...
What they love what they hate
Love can turn into hate
When one hastens to quickly
While in anothers arms
The relationship ends as fast as it started
Love can burn brightly in the dark
When friendship is the only thing you can stand on
Forever and Eternally friends
When all seems hopeless
Love can be cold
When your partner is coldhearted
As their eyes meet yours
You feel no warmth coming from their arms
Love is something wonderful
When one takes the time to learn to love
Taking it slow and carefully
Above all keep your friend with you at all times
Once Upon a Time:
Once you where near
You where always close, my dear
Saved me from my fears
Rescued from my tears.
My KnightI pretend to listenMy Knight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But all along I was looking at your back
The way you move, the way you keep your emotions shut
And the smile that doesn't usually show
Whenever our eyes would meet, my heart would melt
My face heats up and turns into a deep shade of red
Your gaze moved away
But the feelings remain
"I like you"
You showed that rare smile
And I knew that it would be the last one
For days, I thought of nothing but you
For weeks, I longed to be with you
And then it happened, a month after to be exact
Everything went down, everything became nothing
I smiled, I laughed but everything was just a lie
A lie, a mask
I was indenial, I was rejected
I smiled, I laughed but there was no truth in it
Slowly the mask shattered, decayed
I tried to put it back on
But a couple of hands stopped me
They smiled and opened their arms for me
And then he finally showed up
He, who would always comfort me
He, who would make me smile all the time
And he who would make me feel confused.
Kurt Cobain's Suicide NoteKurt Cobain's Suicide Note10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it
My Emo BoyMy Dearest Emo BoyMy Emo Boy5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Emo boy with your spiked up hair
you're coveted by all
with your cute punk flair
Emo boy...that's what you are called
With your black rimmed eyes
and your broken heart
tear jerking sighs
that rip me apart
Be silent Dearest Emo Boy
I'll always be here
To them you are just a toy
but i am not like them over there
You can cry me your tears
I'll take them all gladly
I'll show you my fears
& you'll nod your head sadly
Just please don't leave me
all on my own
oh...can't you see
I just don't want to be alone
RiddleS is for Sweetest dreamsRiddle3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Of maddest fans. Survive it, please.
Sly grin, Silent look and Sober mind -
All this you can in appearance find.
H is for Haughty face,
Hard talking and the Hidden trace,
Helping for really Having fun -
For him the Hilarious's just begun.
E is for End of things
Which are Expected to have no fins.
Electing the ways of happenings all,
Eerie habits out in nightfall.
R is for Rocking to truth -
It may be painful for such youth,
But Rumble's the thing Respected most -
In the Right ways it won't be lost.
L is for Locked to world -
But everyone Likes him. No afford
To Love to enter this coldest heart -
Light, nevertheless, is his part.
O is for Obvious fin
Which he decided to find and cling.
Opening never comes in all -
Over and Over try and fall.
C is for Closed to ones
Who Clutch his habits, Carry puns
Together with fans. He Can't expect more,
Can get directly to the Core.
K is for Knowledge of
Too unexpected, Kicking off
All Kluttery matters. Being best,
A Poem Unwritten -Revised 2010"a poem unwritten" -alternate versionA Poem Unwritten -Revised 20104 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
it's about a boy no longer
and a town that fell asleep
the boy broke the cycle
and ended the piercing silence
he fought with his life
so the people may live longer
but the father was left alone
and now he has a body to bury
this never should have happened
but this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
that day in class
the boy didn't pay attention
as wrote a poem unwritten
when the boy raised his head
looking for an audience
he found a violent silence
when he raised his hand
to show and tell his poem unwritten
no one listened, no one looked, no one cared
so once more, the boy hid his face
at lunch that day
he cowered mechanically
as sneers and jeers rained
when he raised his head
to find a friend
he found no such thing
when he raised his hand
to share his pain
no one listened, no one looked, no one cared
so once more, the boy hid his face
that night in bed
he fell asleep
Perfect MelodyYou're the track,Perfect Melody3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I'll never skip,
Much music comes and goes,
But your song won't slip.
You're controlling the beat,
The rhythmic pulsing of my heart,
When we're close it races,
And it slows when we're apart.
Your beautiful song,
Washing away all my fears,
Never has such a tone,
Soared so gracefully around my ears.
Your harmony so precious,
It's become an addiction,
Please don't leave my ears alone,
This is my happy affliction.
You're my secret love,
No one else can hear what I do,
You just needed the right listener,
Someone who could appreciate you.
You're my perfect melody,
Not to be replaced by another,
We both had something missing,
And now we found each other.
Stay Out Of My Life"Did you hang up on me before?"Stay Out Of My Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh, my phone must of died then."
"I'm sure it did."
"Are you okay?"
"Good, good. Thought I upset you."
"No, no! I could never be mad at you. Best friends, remember?"
"Of course! Best friends, always!"
"I have to go now"
"Goodbye? Why say goodbye? We never say that. It means you'll never come ba-"
I pressed the 'end-call' button as a tear rolled down my cheek and thought to myself "I can't do this anymore."
how to look at humanity"what do you see when you look at people?"how to look at humanity3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"i see their souls."
"what does a soul look like?"
"it depends completely on the person i'm looking at."
"say you were to look at that girl over there. the redhead wearing the oversized shirt and the faded jeans with the knees all torn. what does her soul look like?"
"it looks like a bird in a cage. when i look at her soul i taste honey; i feel it slick in the back of my throat. at night she dreams of skeletons. during the day she dreams of becoming one. that shirt belonged to her father. yesterday her mother slapped her."
"what about that man? the one sitting on the park bench, with the greying beard and the ragged trench coat. what about his soul?"
"his soul looks like a glass of whiskey with cigarette butts floating in it like drowned insects. his soul smells of lemon-scented bleach. two weeks ago, his wife died. a week and six days ago, he dumped his secretary and quit his job."
"what about animals? do they have souls?"
"of course they do.
She is BeautifulShe wears a mask.She is Beautiful3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Which nobody seems to note,
Nor even ask
Of the beauty that is afloat
Amongst the high vanity
That has crept its way
Into the heart of society.
She holds little to no faith,
Finding it to be despicable
Having hidden her face
And thinking herself as invisible.
When, in fact,
She is beautiful.
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
I'd ratherAnother day passes and I'm still aliveI'd rather3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With fantasy images still perfectly aligned
So I'll meet you at the cabin, off by the sea
It'll be beautifully quiet, just you and me
Each morning we'll wake up and pretend that we're free
We'll run down sand banks, not a care in the world
The world spinning in the background it's more than absurd
You never did normal though did you, my dear?
No you never quite did normal it's clear
And that's just perfectly fine
Cause frankly I don't have the time
For silly ideals of how we're meant to adhear
And I'd rather skip imaginary mountains than lay down and die
So we'll climb, we'll climb and we'll climb
To the top of the biggest mountain we find
We'll scream nonsense from the top
Close our eyes, whisper promises and just drop
Landing like feathers on the white shore
You'll be wearing that silly grin I adore
Open your eyes, look around
It's so quiet, not a sound
Just the sea echoing melodies in it's melancholy state
Notice we've been lying here all along
i.1. They tell me you had a story once, but sometimesi.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I find that hard to believe. When you call me now
in the middle of the night, your voice dipped in
panic and uncertainty, you tell me you're dying,
you're drowning, you're burning alive. I comfort you.
But in the morning, I delete your call from my
cell phone, and pretend you never were.
2. Sometimes you're a rain cloud, a crushed cigarette,
the soft glow of light seeping through my blinds.
Sometimes you're my nightmares, but part of me likes
to be afraid. Sometimes you are all I have, the hand
in mine, the lips on my neck, the edge of desire and
comfort and life. Sometimes you're all that makes me happy,
because nothing I've seen burns the way that you do.
Sometimes you are the empty capsule in my pocket while
I'm waiting to die, but I love you, you know,
even if I don't say it enough; I love you.
3. You like to be a mystery, because you don't like
who you are and have no one else to be. You are coating