What is it about sunsets...What is it about sunsets...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm sitting on the meadow, on top of the small, green hill. I was setting-up my tent, but the sudden silence in the air made me stop and sit on the grass. Everything around me started turning into dark shapes against the green, turquoise sky. A small, barely visible crest of the young Moon rose up, just above the horizon. the Sun was long gone, but its traces were still painting the sky in that wonderful, sunset mixtures of colours impossible to reproduce to capture in any way. The colour of the sunset sky is much more than just about the sky itself. It is about the stillness in the air, the soft, tender breeze; muted sounds in the distance and that inevitable feeling that another day is passing by. It might have been a great day, full of joy and things we love. We might have spent that day in our favourite city, on top of our favourite mountain or in the arms of the loved one.
It could have been a hard day, God knows life offers plenty of those too. Work, people, deadlines and everyda
VelaBajo la luz tenue de una vela escribe,Vela2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
anhelando ser libre.
Su luz le reconforta,
alejando a la fría oscuridad,
cuyos brazos negros,
retorcidas garras afiladas en la perfidia,
se afanan en alcanzar y sangrar un corazón
cada vez más cansado y envejecido,
a pesar de su aún vibrante naturaleza...
mientras que, con su candor,
intenta evocar un futuro
lleno de sincero esplendor.
You and Me: Forever“Gods, Piper, I don’t know about this.”You and Me: Forever2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Trust me, Annabeth. You look amazing.”
Piper beamed with pride at her choice of dress for Annabeth, just like a true daughter of Aphrodite. Not to brag or anything, but it was perfect. It was a little Grecian, with a swooping, draped neckline and a flowing skirt, the entire dress made of a shimmering, emerald green fabric. It was just Christmasy enough without being over-the-top.
Piper had styled Annabeth’s hair just right and accented it with a silver headband. Her makeup was understated, just visible enough to bring out Annabeth’s gray eyes. In a word, she looked… perfect.
But she looked nervous, too.
As Piper applied the finishing touches, she asked, “What, exactly, are you so nervous about?”
Annabeth squirmed. “It’s nothing.”
“Are you thinking—smack your lips; that’s good—he might pop the que
Deadbolts Ch. 16Deadbolts Ch. 163 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The hallway was completely silent, which made Revis's footfalls seem even louder as his heavy boots landed on the steel. Not good when you were trying not to be seen. Why did it have to be so quiet? At least it wouldn't be hard to hear if someone was coming.
He stopped at the thick, tightly-sealed door and pulled the key card from his pocket. Bracing himself for the mechanical hiss, he inserted it into the slot and slipped inside as soon as there was a gap big enough to fit through. Then he hurried to the cell door and unlocked that too.
"Revis," said the soft, frightened, accented voice he'd come to know. "I thought you weren't coming."
He turned around and smiled when he saw her on the cot, knees hugged to her chest. "I told you I would. I just got a little hung up."
Vyra's expression softened and her chin sunk onto her knees. "Okay. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."
"I couldn't do that." He crossed the cell and sat beside her. "I promised, didn't I?"
Breathing (A Divergent fanfic) (spoilers)My name is called. After sixteen years of hearing that voice, this is the only time I am relieved to hear it utter my name. Because it will be the last. My feet take their time leading me to the podium, where my father stands, extending a knife in my direction. I ignore all the people watching; my eyes remain on Marcus. Only I am able to tell how fake his grin is. He finally gets to see his son choose the faction in which he will be living for the rest of his life.Breathing (A Divergent fanfic) (spoilers)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
You'll make me proud, he says with his gaze.
Buried underneath the dark blue irises is also a threat. I better choose to stay in Abnegation. I better live here so my father can trail my actions, so his high position isn't jeopardized, so I don't spread the word of his true nature. I won't tell, of course. I'm above all that. Those nights spent in the closet, the bruises I've had to cover with long gray sleeves, those secrets remain between him and me.
But I refuse to make the decision he wants me to. I r
Deadbolts Ch. 8Deadbolts Ch. 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He was sure his heart had stopped.
"Please forgive me, Casey," Lance said, hugging him tighter. "Oh man, I was so worried about you."
Casey couldn't talk. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't even form thoughts. All he could do was sit there and stare wide-eyed at nothing, with his mouth hanging open dumbly. He could feel Lance's hair brush against his face and the soft scratchiness of the wool fleece he always wore against his bare arms. He could feel his fingers digging into his back like he would never let go. The strong arms around him were definitely Lance's arms and his embrace was familiar. He'd hugged Casey like this before--after their father had been locked, after a close call with the Caps, even once when Casey had wandered off in the woods and it took Lance an hour to find him.
"Excuse me," said the woman's voice from the doorway. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave until I can verify your access."
Lance let Casey go and turned. "It's okay. This is my brot
Deadbolts Ch. 4Deadbolts Ch. 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For what felt like an eternity, Casey drifted in and out of consciousness. Sometimes there was nothing, just black, and he was blissfully unaware of his pain. Then sometimes he was awake in a confusing, muddled blur of shifting images and colors and he could hear people talking, but their voices were warbling roars echoing inside his head. Sometimes he could see forms bending over him, could feel gentle hands on his face and wrapping bandages around him. He could feel his body shaking uncontrollably. Then there were those in-between stages where a mix of fragmented dreams and nightmares swirled around through his fevered brain, causing him to toss and turn and cry out. He saw his parents in his dreams. He saw Lance in his nightmares. He saw the Caps and the locker beam in all of them. How many times did he see Lance being locked? Too many. Images of his brother wearing one of those helmets, his eyes blank and unseeing, fighting alongside the Ucretians and enslaving the pop
Deadbolts Ch. 10Deadbolts Ch. 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jade could tell Casey was fighting back tears. For a moment she couldn't help feeling sorry for him. She tried to imagine what it must be like to see your brother ripped away from you so soon after being reunited. She knew how she would feel if it happened to her and Revis.
Both she and her brother had listened silently while Lance talked. She wasn't sure what to make of him. On one hand, him showing up at the Sublevel so soon after they'd brought Casey in seemed a bit suspicious. On the other hand, his story was actually kind of plausible, even if it was unlikely. Besides, how else would he know about Reddam? How else would he know what a Deadbolt was? Everything he said Nikk told him about the resistance was accurate. There really wasn't any reason not to believe him, even though there might be reason not to trust him. It's just as well, Jade thought. Once they get in touch with Reddam everything will be set straight.
She was snapped out of her
HealShe could hear them. The children and adults all heading towards the church to be healed from their geostigma. She could hear their laughter and happiness as the hope they had been holding onto proved to be worth it.Heal6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She leant her head back against the wall. No one would find her here. No one would come and bring her to the church to be healed. She had chosen this place specifically so no one could find her and now it was the one thing that made the tears slip down her cheeks.
She had watched her brother die and had believed the same would happen to her. She wanted peace for her final moments, but what did she get?
The knowledge that she was going to die alone in here while listening to the happiness of everyone else being healed.
Her eyes drifted down along her arms which were black with the stigma, and then down to her legs. Her trousers were drenched in the stigma that had come from her own body, and she knew because she had tried before that she could not walk.
She was going to die
Deadbolts Ch. 12Deadbolts Ch. 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The dining hall was loud and boisterous. They went through the serving line and got their dinner, and then Jade led Casey to a small round table in the corner of the room. Revis was already there waiting on them.
"Perks of being one of the heads of the tech department," he told him, making a wide sweeping gesture with his hand. "You get your very own private table."
Casey smiled crookedly. "Nifty." He seated himself and Jade took the chair to the right of him. "So, what's the deal with the Ucretian?"
"Well, we didn't learn much about her. Apparently her name is Vyra Berre. We ran it through our databases but nothing came up."
"Did she tell you anything after I left?" Jade asked.
Revis shook his head. "We tried but nothing. I might go in later and try again, because I think you were rightthere's more to why she was in the woods than what she said. It's probably not relevant, but I want to be sure."
His sister nodded.
Casey stared down at his plate, not feeling
SplatterSplatter4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sing a song of splatter,
sing a song of stain,
climbing up the ladder,
coming down again.
We can sit together
on the lowest rung -
coffee in the filter,
coffee on the tongue.
Is anything the matter?
We will start again,
with a song of splatter
and a song of stain.