VictimVictim4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Few Things Before I Start:
1. This is inspired by the movie Edward Scissorhands. I saw the movie about fifty times, and I KNOW my details aren't right by the movie, but I prefer it like this.
2. Don't let the short lines mislead you - This is NOT a poem.
3. This is my first fanfiction, so please leave a comment about it
There was an abandoned field
at the edge of the town
It was rumored
to be haunted by
Lots of people tried to enter the field
nobody came back to tell about it
no one knew personally one of these victims
but everyone heard about a one.
Amy ran freely
trying to reach the edge of the town
there was a field there
all of her friends said it was haunted
but she wasn't afraid
she was never afraid
she continued to run
into the field.
How nice will it be
when she'll tell all her friends
that she was the only one
who succeed in crossing the field.
In the distance
she suddenly saw a shadow
of a man
dressed in black,
with dark and messy
Edward - Story of Snow Pt 6Edward - Story of Snow Pt 64 years ago in Settings More Like This
Chapter Twenty One
Soft purple clouds hung like smoke in a dusky twilight sky. The rosy spring evening light flooded through the pointed windows of the dark Gothic pile on the hill above the town, and painted the walls inside with broad swathes of glowing pink
The effect was peaceful and serene. The scene would have made a beautiful watercolour study, if it hadn't been for the horribly jarring note introduced by the black figure at one of the attic windows.
The figure was swathed in trailing strips of ragged bandages, like an inky black Egyptian mummy. The mismatched rags were pinned together with glinting pins, studs, wires and great oval buckles, as if the body of the creature had been hastily assembled with whatever came to hand in a sadist's back parlour.
The thing's face had the likeness of a young boy who had been dead for some time, and then horribly mutilated. The funereal complexion was shadowed with blue and purple along the sunken cheekbones, with dark unhealthy purpl
Little EggsOne green morning, our fat little facesLittle Eggs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look out the kitchen window and
Find a robin and her nest on our windowsill.
She carries baubles and trinkets—candy
Wrappers and foil—before her vivacious
Red breast and weaves them tenderly into her nest.
My mother, laughing, says
She’s dizzy with anticipation, painting ponies
And clouds on nursery walls.
Soon enough little blue eggs fill
The happy twigs and their gaudy trappings
And the robin settles—snug, waiting.
We, too, wait for spring miracles on the
Windowsill. Weeks pass—she sits faithful—but
Eggs remain eggs.
Mother gets an odd pallor and avoids the
Kitchen window. Sometimes I think she wants to
Chase the robin away, but understands she’s dear to us.
We want to give the robin our support—she’s
Like family, now—but wonder how long it
Takes for eggs to hatch. Surely not this long?
“Sometimes things go wrong,”
Mother answers to our curiosity.
CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 9CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Noooonaaa" Cempe's aggravated tone rang down the hall of the estate. My groggy eyes snapped open in my room, a semi-assembled new Utopia under the crust. Less waterfall, more stream. Less rocks, more soft moss. More glow worms, more mushrooms, more of everything that was different then before. Out of it, I heard the voice again, "Nona! Your 6 AM fight appointment is here!" Bellowing out loud, I rolled over, stretching.
"Tell him to go away! Lock the barrier and just let him tire himself out!" I complained, grabbing at my head that this was happening all over again. For the whole last week. Either every day, or every other day, he'd be back. He'd come by and get his assistant to bellow and holler that we were cowards, and that I was hiding from his glorious power. Then I'd trudge out, smack him with the Colus a few times, and he'd retreat. Rinse and repeat for a week. Sometimes he had part of his fan club following him around, sometimes not. But if he w
Sir Pebbles the ThirdSir Pebbles the Third1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun peeked out over the dark horizon and rose into the sky, bathing the town in the light of dawn. It flooded in through a window of the bedroom of a humanoid creature. This creature’s skin seemed to be made, or covered by, a black, leather like material; the ‘skin’ had silver zippers all over its surface, making lines all over the creature’s body; it was Zippers.
Zippers yawned and looked out the window at the slowly brightening light and got up from his bed. He picked up his belt with the pouches for supplies attached to it and put it on. Walking out of his bedroom, Zippers wondered what he would do today.
He opened the front door of his small home and looked outside at the street. Zippers didn’t have anything in particular planned today, so he hoped that maybe he could find a friend or two to hang out with. Looking up and down the road, there didn’t seem to be anyone out.
Many of them were probably sleeping or about to sleep, as many of them w
Gods Among GodsGods Among Gods3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
There is no room for pride as a god among gods.
The miracle that happens every day he decides he still loves me,
A lesser god, but god nonetheless. My pride eclipsed by rival skill.
And none remains, though in my arms he is.
My last link to what it right and what is real.
The resistance of tangibility, a labyrinth of ideas and creativity. One I cannot hope to match but with my visions.
And one day, perhaps, we will be the gods of gods
With each shining eye turned to us as we are crowned, beckoning for blessing.
One day this wounded pride may rise again, and only disdain will follow where love once reigned, and you will hate what I have become. Glory or your disciple. You will choose glory, for what use is a proud, self-assured disciple when she no longer listens?
The broken wings cannot be mended. And they will not be mended.
CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 12CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I gasped, struggling for breath; at my heels bit a hoard of demons, screaming, yowling for my blood with the super demon leige himself leading the charge, Perseus.
Two years had passed. No Colus.
It never let up. Not once. Not a single day went by that I had a moment to rest from this mess, with the only difference being a few hours per week that I hid, that I could catch as much sleep as I dared. I had been captured too many times to count, I'd been declared every cursed name under the sun. I was hated, despised, and the world knew my name once again, but only as the insidious demonic spy for the angels. As far as everyone understood, i never did any good for these demons. I never cared for them. Never put my neck on the line to make sure their safety wasn't in jeopardy. No. Everything was demoted down that whatever good I had done for them, was to profit the angels somehow. That's the lie he spun.
The Colus was gone. On very rare, random occasions, i
Sister's Little PrincessSister's Little Princess4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sister's Little Princess
I had always been curious about my sister's bedroom. Whenever her friends came over, they would rush up the stairs and slam the door behind them, engaging in secretive girl business. Whenever I tried to join in, she would defiantly throw me against the wall and declare the place 'off limits' to people such as myself. What kind of person was I?
I was a boy.
Banished from these lands, I would never get to experience such amazing things as make-up, gossip, and whatever girls do that makes them so damn loud and annoying. Day after day, I'd see my sister leave her room, the heavy smell of girl closely following her. We'd make eye contact, and she'd step back and slam her door. Out comes the key, in it goes to the lock. The place was a land of mystery.
A mystery, until today.
After having a generously long bathroom break from my homework, I stepped over to the sink to wash my hands. Through the door, I could hear the muffled sounds of a minor commotion
Liu"Liu"Liu3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever since Jeff the Killer had left his home many years ago, no one had dared go near his old house. Not even the police. Therefore, the bodies of his parents and his brother, Liu, had been untouched, decomposing, rotting away in the house that was once so happy. Now it reminded the town of nothing but what had happened all those years ago.
Jeff was 19 years old when he happened upon the house again. He had been killing people nationwide, and travelled wherever the flow of blood would take him. Today it lured him back to the neighborhood. He saw the house he once lived in. "Well well WELL!" he said, somewhat surprised. "If it isn't my old home!" He ran to the door and opened it, and called into the house, "Hi mommy! Hi daddy! I'm home!" He laughed, knowing no living human being was still in the house. All of his old electronics and drawings were still scattered on the floor. His homework assignments from when he was in the hospital were on the dining room table collecting dust. W
CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 11CS Worlds Destroyed Chapter 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I drifted back into another memory, something random and entirely nonsensical that happened years and years ago with Raziel. Sometime after our goat-demon fight where I managed to save his sorry hide with the Colus, an unfairly new weapon to me at that time, we made regular exorcist calls. There wasn't any real reputation gathered and I hadn't been suckered into killing off the good demons, along with the bad, just yet. Gauzier was kind enough to let our ruse, as shallow and transparent as the air around me, continue on unhindered; it was a memory nestled into a quiet, happy pocket of life that I got to enjoy and I wouldn't trade the world for it.
So way back when, we pulled up to this one house; a single floored , ranch-like house with an extensive carpeted basement, furnished and decked out in knickknacks of every variety. The priest had informed the two of us that the woman was hearing the usual. Scra
CreepyPasta - Te veoCreepyPasta - Te veo1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vailly Evans era una joven de 15 años, responsable, estudiosa, y agradable con los demás. Una chica con ganas de vivir una vida larga y con muchos sueños que cumplir. Era muy hermosa, tenía un pelo oscuro muy largo y ondulado que le llegaba por toda la espalda y una piel blanca de porcelana…pero lo que más llamaba la atención en su aspecto eran sus ojos. Tenía heterocromía, y sus ojos eran cada uno de distinto color. Su ojo derecho era de un marrón muy oscuro, casi negro, mientras que el izquierdo era de un azul muy claro, este cuando era de día y el sol le daba en la cara parecía diamante. Todos las personas que la conocían por primera vez les era inevitable quedarse sorprendidos o embobados por tales ojos.
Como cada día, Vailly se despertó con ganas de empezar un nuevo día. Se puso su uniforme escolar, desayunó sus tostadas con mermelada con
What The Hell Are You Doing Here?What The Hell Are You Doing Here?2 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was nearing midnight. Jeff looked at the bright full moon surrounded by dark clouds. He smirked, time for another one. He approached the house that he had been watching for a while, he had been waiting nearly all day till the time that he felt safe to go inside when the resident was fast asleep. From the information he gathered by watching the house for a while, he knew that one man lived in the small house, but he didn’t know if anyone else lived with him.
Jeff looked around the outside of the house, looking for an entry point. He noticed that a window on the second floor was open, but he didn’t feel like climbing up. Jeff walked around the walls of the house, inspecting the windows to see if any of them were open. Finally getting sick of just observation, he tried to open one of the windows, it didn’t budge. He tried another, and another, all the same result.
Jeff glared at the house in frustration; he really didn’t want to have to climb up the side of the
Forgotten Past - Part 2 - Chapter 10Forgotten Past - Part 2 - Chapter 102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Several days had passed since Kagekao had awoken in bandages. He was recovering and doing better, but was still injured. However, he could stand and walk without pain now; so he insisted that they returned to the house.
AkaDoku objected at first, saying that Kage was still too injured to make the journey; but he could tell how much Kage wanted to go, so he gave in.
Now they were both headed towards the other city. Doku constantly looked back at Kage to make sure he was alright.
“You doing alright?” Doku asked him, once again turning to look back.
“大丈夫よ！” (I’m alright!) Kage hissed “Stop asking.”
“It’s just that, they shot you so many times!” Doku stopped walking, concerned.
“Don’t worry about me,” Kage walked past him. “If a wound breaks open then I’ll tell you, let’s go.”
Doku continued walking, catching up with Kage. They had reached the other city,
Witches TGAdrian stepped off the train, looking around for his Aunt. He was an orphan, and had previously been living with a distant Uncle. After his parents had died, he had been moved around from place to place, shunted around with no control. He was tired of it. Anyone he was sent to live with almost immediately sent him away again. His Aunt had originally refused to take care of him, but now, for some reason, had changed her mind. He didn't really care, though. He knew he would be sent away again in a few days.Witches TG3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello?" A voice came from the side of him. "You are Adrian?" He nodded, turning around.
Standing in front of him were two of the most stunningly beautiful women he had ever seen. They had hair like out of a cartoon-one had deep red hair and eyes, the other blue. They both looked astonishingly similar, like sisters, with the colour surrounding them as hair and clothes the main difference, though other differences were there, minute, but present. They both looked slim and young, perhap
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 11Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kage blinked his eyes open slowly. He felt light headed, and very weak. Looking around in a daze, he saw that he was in his own room, in his bed. He was wrapped in fresh bandages as well.
He heard voices, and feebly turned his head to look in the direction from which they were coming from. His parents were standing a little ways away, but facing the other direction so they did not notice that he had regained consciousness. They were discussing the situation in worried voices.
“I knew this would happen!” Kurai hissed, “If we hadn’t heard him then Kage would be dead right now!”
“Does this mean . . ?” Yuki’s voice trailed off.
“Yes.” Kurai sighed, “We’ll have to carry out the plan as soon as possible.”
“But Kurai . . .” Tears formed in her eyes.
“I know,” Kurai put his arm around her, “But it’s our only option. You saw what happened, if we don’t do anything that would ju
GullibleGullible1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Near nightfall, two people were driving home. They were both men of around twenty years of age, and were roommates in an apartment. Discussing random thoughts that came to their minds, they were both content.
“Anyway, I think I’ll go check it out tomorrow.” One of them said, he seemed a bit younger than the other. He had a normal body type and was a little on the short side, his hair was dark brown; same as his eyes. His name was Jonathan.
“I haven’t decided what to do tomorrow, well, besides work of course.” The other responded. He had blue eyes along with dirty blond hair, and was a bit more fit than Jonathan.
“Well maybe you could . . . hmm, let me think” Jonathan began to ponder what his friend could do, something besides sitting in front of the television or computer all day.
“I guess I could-” Ken paused; something outside the car caught his attention. He was lucky he wasn’t the one driving, because he stare
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 16Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 162 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kage watched from the shadows as Scollex snuck up on, and then killed a few more people. It was interesting to watch, even though Kage felt he wanted to do some of the killing as well. He didn’t interfere, because he didn’t want to make Scollex angry or irritated.
Scollex began to move on, and Kage followed.
* * *
The human screamed as wings emerged from Scollex’s back and into the air. Before they had a chance to run, Scollex’s arm morphed into a claw and he grabbed them. Morphing his other hand into a claw as well, he slashed the human across the face and neck and dropped them to the ground.
Scollex’s wings folded, and his claws changed back into hands as he watched the human bleed out and die on the ground. This was the fourth kill of the evening, and he was contemplating whether or not to go out and find another unsuspecting human to stalk and kill.
Kage was perched on top of the streetlamp, watching the bloody scene. After the human was dead, and he n
Daphne's Pyramid SchemeWhen she thought about it later, Daphne clearly recalled that it had all seemed too good to be true.Daphne's Pyramid Scheme3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been Zara's idea. The two of them had become friends due to the propensity of this new girl for bringing donuts to work. Donuts were a distinct weakness of Daphne's, as the personal trainer at the gym Daphne had recently signed up to but only ever gone to the once. That personal trainer had been really, really mean. And he smelled bad.
Any who, Zara was rapidly becoming Daphne's favourite new friend in the office, and many was the time she had made her way down to the copier room to go visit her. Zara was a funny girl to say the least, she looked like she'd seen only one instructional video on dressing properly for the office, and that had been "naughty secretary fun time IV", which needless to say Blockbuster video didn't carry, or possibly that film about spanking with Maggie Gyhlenhall in it. Daphne couldn't remember what that one was called. Her outfit of choice fo
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 14Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 142 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kagekao lied on the floor of the room. He groaned and turned his head, opening his eyes slowly. He looked around in confusion.
He put his hand to his head and moaned; he had a painful headache. Taking the hand away from his face, he saw a few stains of blood on his fingers. He realized that his head was wrapped in bandages, which had become soaked with blood in a few spots.
Kage looked down, he was lying on the floor and wrapped in a blanket. Looking to the side, he saw something lying next to him. Kage sat up and looked at it; it was an odd mask, half black and half white.
Kage picked up the mask and looked at it. Something in his mind told him that it was his, and that he should wear it. Kage put on the mask. The white side of the mask caught the subtle effect of his eyes taking away light in confusion. This effect was amplified and reflected by the mask, which now had a confused expression on the white side of it.
He also noticed that he was wearing a black and white striped scarf.
Jeff The Killer x Reader |[Facade Chap. 2]|Previously:Jeff The Killer x Reader |[Facade Chap. 2]|2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You grew a little more panicked as you started to run down block after block, looking for any familiar places or people. But it seemed that the longer you ran, the more confused and lost you became. It wasn't long until you stumbled into something hard, something solid... and clothed...? You felt the familiar state of déjà vu as a tentacle once again slithered over your shoulder, caressing your neck. Arms seemed to hold you firmly in your place, and a beautiful scarlet rose in full bloom once more captivate your senses as it was held in front of your nose, an odd, sickly sweet scent making you feel dizzy.
You recoiled as you heard the dreaded, familiar voice whisper in you ear:
"Fancy seeing you here, (Name)."
You shakily exhaled as you shook your head in a vain attempt to clear out the haze that clouded your mind as Offenderman let out a sultry chuckle. He tantalizi
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 15Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 152 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kagekao awoke to a bright but dimming light shining through the window. He had fallen asleep, and had slept through the day. Now it was at the end of the day, and the sun was almost finished setting.
Kage sat up and yawned. Looking around the room, he saw that he was still alone. A big part of him had hoped that he would wake up to find someone else here, but there was no one.
He took the blanket off of him and stood up. Kage walked over to the window and looked outside. The sun had dropped below the horizon and the light in the sky was fading to darkness.
He opened up the window and poked his head out, looking down at the streets. There were a few cars, and one or two humans walking along the street. Kage climbed out and onto the wall, shutting the window behind him. He climbed up to the roof and pulled himself up.
Looking up at the sky, there was a brilliant half-moon surrounded by a few stars. One by one, more stars came into view. Soon, the sky was full of wondrous stars. Kage gaze
Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 12Forgotten Past - Part 1 - Chapter 122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kurai put his hand to Kage’s neck, trying to feel for a pulse; but there was nothing. He felt his wrist, still nothing. Kagekao was gone.
Kurai laid the body on the ground gently, and then stood up. He looked up at Scollex, his one remaining eye blazed with hatred. Scollex was silent, but then started to laugh; he laughing at his pain.
Rapidly unsheathing his claws, Kurai ran towards Scollex.
“お前殺す!!” (I’ll kill you!!) He snarled ferociously, but Scollex merely stood there; watching as the enraged demon ran towards him.
Then Kurai noticed something that he wished he had noticed before; there was something higher up in the tree that was near Scollex. There was a scroll attached to the tree. It seemed to be blowing in the wind, despite the fact that there wasn’t even a gentle breeze; the air was still.
Scollex still held Kage’s eye in his hand, he looked at it, and then to Kurai; showing it to him mockingly. Kurai snarled an
The Bible Says God Doesn't Exist (Really!)The Bible Says God Doesn't Exist (Really!)3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Many Christians wonder how anyone could doubt the existence of God, but it turns out it's right in the bible. If you read between the lines, it tells you there's no God
1) The bible claims that God sacrificed Jesus for our sins. (John 3:16, Romans 3:25, Ephesians 5:2, Hebrews 9:26) (This is ignoring Deuteronomy 24:16 and Ezekiel 18:20, which state that everyone is to be responsible for their own transgressions without anyone else dying for their sins, thus undermining the primary basis of Christianity.)
2) Since Jesus is God (2 Peter 1:1, John 10:30-33, and other verses), premise 1 means that God sacrificed himself.
3) A sacrifice involves the destruction of the entire being, including the spirit. This seems intuitively obvious especially for a self-sacrifice, since it's not much of a sacrifice if the martyr is guaranteed an eternity in heaven.