He is my MonsterHe is my Monster5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She took her pen and opened her diary; Another page to write in her book. Life was always the same: cameras, fashion, shows, piano, fishnets, money and monsters.
Oh the monsters she thought how could I forget them.
She continued remembering that night. As thoughts flashed her mind she lifted her pen and placed it on the blank sheet of paper. With a very sophisticated caligraphy she started to write that unforgetable night.
I didn't expect this to happen so soon, and I didn't see how it left without a trace. Like any other nights I went out clubbing, I colapsed with someone. Either a boy or a girl, I didn't mind, but this particular boy, he was different. I tried getting his attention, but it was no use. Even though I was barely dressed and I had about a thousand eyes on me, he didn't look at all. I tried everything, from dancing scandalously to trying not to be noticed at all, but nothing worked, so I pulled my guns out. I got up on the DJ deck for everyone to
Bloody MaryIt's not late, but the sky is darkening. You feel the coldness creep up your arms as you stand at the unsheltered bus stop. You fear it may rain, for the clothes you wear are not suited, short shorts and a tank top. Your iPod is playing some Lady Gaga, you mime along to 'lets have some fun this beat is sick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick' and laugh a little when you realise you are singing out loud. Tonight Lady Gaga was playing at the arena near your house, The O2. You have a hollow feeling inside of you when you realise you can't go. You tried hard to save enough money for the tickets, but when they starting selling, you were nowhere near the amount needed. And by now, it was too late. Her sold out show would be screaming, and you would be in your room crying your eyes out. Lady Gaga is your hero, you think to yourself. What sort of a fan am I for not going to her show? I guess it's not all your fault. Your family isn't the richest; your mum struggles to earn enoBloody Mary5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
+Made For You 26C - BL+Made For You Chapter 26 (Part C): Three Words+Made For You 26C - BL+4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warning: Multiple mentions and descriptions of vomit/ing.
Cameron couldn't see an end to the discomfort and anxious atmosphere of the holiday party. It was a silly thing to think, but it felt normal when he couldn't come up with any sort of excuse to leave or a solution to fix the problem caused by his outburst. He'd let something ugly out when it should have been contained. Now the damage was done, and the other guys were tip-toeing their conversation around him, their very presence around him. Separating themselves from him entirely yet not completely cutting him out. They no longer talked about bad relationships or break-ups. The conversation had long since moved on and left Cameron far behind, but even then he could tell they didn't forget his outburst.
Cameron could feel them sizing him up now; speculating on what had made him crack. The answer to his current predicament sounded simple: Just leave, go back to Ellio
+Made For You 10 - BL+Chapter 10: Trial and Error+Made For You 10 - BL+7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elliot, how come youre not outside today?
Elliot glanced up from the monitor of his computer, meeting Jacquelines gaze before swallowing a thick lump at the back of his throat. "Just dont feel like it, he answered in a stiff voice.
He hadnt gone outside for lunch for over a week now. Everyday after third period, when he approached that fork in the hallway, he always chose the safest route, the one that promised no difficulties. It didnt matter that the council room felt stuffy, or that he couldnt concentrate on his work anymore none of that mattered, because the Student Council room was reliable, and there was no way he could go outside again.
So what if he missed the outside and the fresh air, the freckled boy and his infectious laughter, or the foreign joy hed experienced over the past few weeks? None of that mattered now. He was inside, and he was going to stay insi
+Made For You 14 - BL+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+Made For You 14 - BL+7 years ago in Teen More Like This
Warning: Contains Boys Love and vulgar language.
Chapter 14: A lie that cannot convince the liar
Not even evening comedy shows could cheer him up. Right after Cameron had arrived home, hed parked himself on the couch; sprawled out and hadnt left since. Endless line-ups of comedians mocking everything from crazy in-laws to shopping at a grocery market passed by, and not once did he crack a smile. He just didnt have the energy to do so.
Cameron? Cheryl called from the kitchen, only half-stepping out of said room to see if he had heard her. He leaned up a little and looked up over the couch.
Im making food. Want any?
Cameron shook his head, the simple movement eliciting a tiny sigh from deep within. He slid back down into his most recent position on the couch: slumped, with one arm hanging limply over the edge.
Cheryl entered the living room, her bare feet padding lightly across the floor
+Made For You 6 - BL+Chapter 6: A Stirring Performance+Made For You 6 - BL+7 years ago in Teen More Like This
As Elliot had learned within the past year and a half, back when his parents first began to grow hostile towards each other, there were two definite extremes when it came to living with his parents: the calm (before the storm) and the storm itself.
Luckily for him, he had come back home to the calm.
Unfortunately, the remnants and evidence of a previous storm were scattered all about the stairs, just as he had predicted a good hour or so ago. Each piece of expensive glass, once a blushing pink vase but now each with their own individual shape, lay in chaotic patterns and designs.
Thanks for cleaning up, he mumbled sardonically under his breath. Was it really too much to ask that they clean up their own messes? Elliot dropped his book bag by the door and proceeded to relieve himself of his shoes. There was a soft mewling off to the side. A second later, a large and fluffy cat brushed up against his leg. She mewled again until Elliot t
+Made For You 13 - BL+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+Made For You 13 - BL+7 years ago in Teen More Like This
Warning: Contains Boys Love and vulgar language.
Chapter 13: Look Back; Hold Your Breath
A couple of days passed, and there was still no sign of Jacqueline.
Everyday, Elliot entered second period with his breath held and a planned monologue of all the things hed say to help get their friendship back on track, and everyday there was no one there waiting for him. Just an empty seat.
The Presidents answer didnt change within the course of the week, either. Hed shake his head with the same paternal expression on his face, an expression too calm and logical for someone who was actually only a few months older than Elliot.
Just give her more time.
More time? Itd been nearly a week already! Why did she need more time?
Elliot didnt think that he could understand the situation anymore, even if he tried. The more he thought about itand boy, did he ever think about itthe more perplexing it got.
+Made For You 5 - BL+Chapter 5: Downpour+Made For You 5 - BL+7 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cameron always found it funny how the weather seemed to like reflecting certain moods. While rain was usually just rain, the heavy shower felt more than appropriate for their current situation. The sky was so dark and the rain fell so steadily, blurring everything outside the cars windows, making it hard to see much of anything. It didnt looked like it planned to stop any time soon either, not with the way the rain pounded down.
A stop sign suddenly appeared ahead and Cameron quickly slowed the car to a stop, allowing a pedestrian off to the side to rush across underneath their dark blue umbrella. Out of the corner of his eye, Cameron watched Elliot stare vacantly ahead at the windshield wipers that swept away at the veil of water that refused to leave.
So Cameron drawled, rapping his fingertips against the steering wheel. As much as he suspected that Elliot wanted silence, he couldnt bear for the quietness to drag on and on like
NightmaresNightmares plague my mindNightmares6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Replaying every step
Always running out of time
No one there
Trying to do so much alone
Why is it always alone?
Trying to find a way
I have to be strong
No more leaning on anyone
It's up to me
I'll fix the problems myself
I don't need to rely on anyone
I feel the cold sweat
Hear the metallic crunching
Feel the bones crackle
Taste the blood inside my own mouth
As I bite down too hard
Pain shoots through me
Sleep is like being at war
But being awake is just as bad
The war inside my mind
Transfers into reality
Fighting the things I wish didn't exist
Then back to my head
When it ends
No tears shed
Again the pain
No more time
Always choosing wrong
Deep in the MachineDeep in the Machine5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: Deep in the Machine
Category: Short Stories » Harlan Ellison
Genre: Speculative Fiction/Horror
Summary: He's forgotten how long its been. He's forgotten many things. They both have.
Note: Having read many of Harlan Ellison's stories, I still find myself coming back to I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. This little piece of fiction is meant with the best of intention and the greatest respect and serves only to rid me of the idea floating through my head. In short: Please don't yell at me, Mr. Ellison, I cry easily XD
They were both the last. That he knew with certainty.
He could have kept track to some degree, he supposed, had he truly wanted to. Could have found some way, however small, to keep track of the passing of time. Counted the increasing wear; to himself and the world around. Watched the pallor of his skin-stuff, gray and cloudy and all mea
Acceptance Ch 8Jerry chewed the end of his pencil, frowning as his eyes flicked back and forth between Dev and Jos, unable to hold back his worry at the sight of them. Worry he shouldn't be feeling, he repeatedly told himself. Jos was fine, and Dev wasn't out to hurt anyone. Nothing would happen.Acceptance Ch 89 years ago in Teen More Like This
He might not want to hurt him, but it doesn't mean he won't. Jerry winced as the annoying little voice he assumed was his conscience spoke up. Damn logic, he thought, annoyed.
Jos had come to school today with a wicked smile on his face, otherwise looking his normal relaxed self. Until Dev had gotten to school too. The instant their eyes had met across the courtyard Jerry had watched with interest as Jos practically lit up with happiness, Dev blushing slightly and reacting in similar fashion.
It was when Jos had murmured some half finished excuse under his breath and slipped off out of sight with Devon that Jerry had begun to think. It was quite obv
A touchThe moon shinesA touch6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a pale yellow light
in my grasp of
an elegant memory.
Dancing on the edge
of my thoughts
lies a sincere embrace
that shatters pain.
A bit of soft skin,
touching my face
and a tantalizing touch
of the tongue to mine.
Hands are a gentle caressing
of the body, the soul,
the breath of passion draws closer
and life is thriving.
Online MiseryOnline MiseryOnline Misery5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hyves, Facebook, Twitter etc. Nowadays everybody uses them. Well everybody, not really, I don't. At first I thought it was because I just live under a rock and it takes a while before I find out how things like that work, now I know it's because I just don't have anything to share. My life is so boring, I would probably end up with "Nothing to share yet, I'll let you know if there is..."
Now, be honest, is there anyone who would like to read that? I don't guess so. On the other hand, I DO use my computer a lot. Not for games or anything (my computer can't handle anything that needs more graphical support than Tetris) but I just write.
And because I spend all this time writing (and deleting) things, my neighbors think I am the technical support around here. Everytime there is a problem with the computer they call me. I remember one time they were doing something online (which is pretty something for them, because sometimes I doubt it if they can even FIND the internet brow
my window, my framemy window, my frame7 years ago in Open More Like This
framed by a window,
a section of winter's dim sky
seems neither stingy nor prodigal now.
half rain, winter mist,
christens the sky,
against which water-slicked roofs
and the brittle silhouettes of dark trees rise.
there is such necessity to name:
the mind cannot tolerate
the cleanliness of the thing.
it is easy to wonder about the sky.
what do the arthritic hook and jag
of a bare tree mean,
and what does a steel sky signify?
clean surface, deeply cracked,
or perhaps the pale background
for the great tragedy of a tree?
today the sky spreads a pale gray wing
to enable a dark bird to circle
possibly hurt and alone,
looking for the fact of its nest,
but I am warm,
as I sit at a table cluttered
with coffee cups, books, and terra cotta pots,
whose earth contains
ivy, mint, pine, jade...
dijalog s oblakomdijalog s oblakom7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oblače sivi, pojavi se u tami
da nebo i ja ne budemo sami.
Pozovi Sunce da ujutro navrati
da crnu noć već jednom skrati.
Javi pticama da raire krila
da zora plava ne bi prazna bila.
Baci koju kap na ovu livadu pustu
jednom moda i izraste u umu gustu.
Pa reci dugi da se nacrta na svodu
moda je netko i sustigne u hodu.
A kada noć se tmurna opet vrati
budi dobar i pitaj je hoće li dati
mjesec i jednu - dvije zvijezde sjajne
da mi otkriju kakve tama čuva tajne.
Salvia DreamsThe world is a myriad of beliefs. What I believe at this moment is absolute. In this instant, what I see is positive truth. I don't see the walls around me. I don't see the ceiling above me. I don't feel the sheets at my back or the pillow at my head. I only see above.Salvia Dreams5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The world is a myriad of shapes. What I see is overwhelming in its clarity. The walls around me move and shift until they disappear into the corners of my eyes. The ceiling becomes a blur of colors and shapes. I know they have always been there with utmost certainty.
The world is a myriad of lives. What I know is frightening to see. The lakes, the ground, the trees, and space itself is only a skin. These skins adorn three great creatures and I see them in their whole. Yet they are larger than you could imagine; larger than the earth. Larger even than all of t
dear t, love m_cDear M, I used to wonder if the collision of our skin would be the ignition of rapidfire passions, the birth of brilliant starlight in the cold of loneliness, of suffocating space. I used to imagine that the heat of your breath would spill across my tongue, and reignite the cold ashes in my lungs. I used to hope that the sway of my skeleton and the clacking of my bones could be a rhythm you would stay around and dance to. I used to dream of us on moonlit beaches, sleeping on the waves and swimming through the sand. I used to do a lot of things, but your shiver-up-my-spine smile tends to drag my thoughts out to quieter seas.dear t, love m_c5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dear T, I used to imagine my bones were fractured and chipped in all the wrong ways. I used to think my heart was a poison my body kept rejecting, leaving me on my hands and knees spitting up old relationships, lies and heartache all over my carpet late at night. I used to look at the sun and wish myself blind, stare at the ocean and wish myself ten thousand le
Ultimo CafeMe pareció bien esa idea tuya de irte por ahí una tarde de verano, dejándome sola con el café en la mesa.Ultimo Cafe5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sabía que necesitabas respirar un poco de soledad, fumarte un cigarro y liberarte un rato; así que no pude negarme.
Te escuché respirar profundamente desde la sala, mirando por la ventana te sentía dormir, no tardarías en despertar así que me dispuse a preparar el café.
Cafetera. Agua. Café. Fuego.
Minutos después el vapor comenzó a salir y un olor característico inundó la estancia por completo. Escuché el colchón rechinar bajo tu peso; habías despertado. Saqué dos tazas, las del juego de vajillas que nos regalaron tus padres el día que nos casamos. Serví el humeante líquido en cada una de las vasijas y observé cómo el vapor salía despedido, haciendo ondas cautivadoras. Escuché tus pasos acercarse a mi espalda, y las mariposas se adueñaron de m
Cumle Arasi Anekdotlar-1Geçenlerde yolda Fazıl Say gördüm.Cumle Arasi Anekdotlar-18 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
”İnsan yolda Fazıl Say görür mü?” demeyin, gördüm işte.
Hem de ücra bir mekânda; arka sokaklardan birinde bulunan bir pazarda.
Şaşırmadım desem yalan olur.
Evet ben bir yalancıyım, şaşırmadım.
Neler görmedim ki orda?
Kalabalığa karışmış birçok teyze.
Sol taraftaki dükkânda gözleme yiyen göbekli, göbeksiz daha daha teyzeler.
Onlardan tiksinirken gördüm Fazıl Say’ı. Karşımdan geliyordu, beni tanımadı.
Ben de kendimi açık etmeyi sevmem zaten, iyi oldu böylesi.
Ama yine de emin olamadım işte; emin olmak istedim, peşine takıldım.
Eğer o Fazıl Say ise beni bu ücra mekândan kurtarıp sanatın kucağına götürecektir diye düş&
How To ArgueIf there's one thing that a person can't live without, it's arguments. Whether it's online or real life, chances are you're going to get sucked into them. Like the death of a pet or every ongoing anime series since the mid nineties tanking horribly and hitting rock bottom, it's inevitable. So here are yet a few more tips to help you succeed in that key aspect of life (and online).How To Argue5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
1. Name Calling Dropping Something that you're bound to see in almost every other argument in life is the ever-present name-calling. Fuck key points or backing up your retorts with actual intelligence. None of that is necessary when you have name-calling. Name calling works especially well in real life. But since one can get their face brutally smashed in in real life, this makes doing it online slightly more advantageous (and easy to get away with). Besides, what are they gonna do? Reach through the screen and break your teeth in? They wish. Name calling allows you to score points