The rain within...The rain within...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was nothing outside but rain. I stood by the window, counting the drops and wondering just how many fall in between two heartbeats. Clouds were looming over the city, leaving no trace of the blue sky. I knew it must still be out there, just as the Sun is as well, but at this moment, I felt nothing but the rain; saw nothing but the grey.
The world outside didn't seem to care. Occasional bird would still fly between the park and the roofs, looking for food for its young. Branches moved in silence, touched by the cold, merciless wind. Earth itself lived on as if nothing has happened, and that hurt me more than anything else.
I reached in my pocket and took out a framed photo. You smiled gently at me from it, as you always did when our eyes met. I fought the tears swelling up, leaned my forehead against the cold window, trying not to feel the raindrops on the other side of the glass. I followed a single drop, watched it slide down, drawn by invisible but ever present force that ultim
What is it about sunsets...What is it about sunsets...5 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
Edward - Story of Snow Pt 7Edward - Story of Snow Pt 75 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter Twenty Five
Everybody around here knew that the strange boy from the house on the hill had not been born but had been made. He had been created up here, by the old inventor, who had died before he got to finish the man he invented.
Edward looked exactly like the kind of charcoal sketch a disturbed child might draw, all in blacks and whites, with the sticklike figure patchily coloured in, and the face very roughly drawn and hatched across with lines. The hair was a big scribbled mess, the eyes were two big round black holes and the hands had been given great claw-like fingers, much too long for the rest of the body. No child would want to see this nightmarish doodle brought to life. And yet here he was.
Moira had always avoided thinking in much detail about how exactly Edward came to be. But it was really shocking to come face to face with this room full of twisted inventions, and with that, that robot thing with the knives and the buckles, that looked so much like E
Hazy"Annabeth! Wake up!"Hazy3 years ago in Drama More Like This
All Percy could do was watch in agony as his girlfriend slept fitfully in his bed, her body convulsing and her sweat soaking her curls. Her screams echoed in his ears and he fretfully shook her shoulders. It caused him so much angst to hear her in pain, and tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Please wake up!" He yelled hoarsely as Annabeth kicked out wildly. His heart dropped and he buried his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry," he croaked and walked to his bathroom. Turning on the faucet, he splashed cold water on his face. The color returned to his face, but his eyes remained red and puffy. Cupping his hands, he let the water run through his fingers loosely. Slipping his eyes closed, he concentrated on keeping the water in his hands.
Making his way to Annabeth, he watched helplessly as she thrashed and twitched. Ever since Tartarus, she had nightmares like this every night. Percy got them too, but he could usually snap out of it. Counting to three, he tossed the cold
LonelySeries: Final Fantasy VIILonely6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy or any of the characters.
The bar echoed to her footsteps, though she paid no mind to how lonely it all sounded at that time of night. The patrons had let her be earlier than they usually did, opting to spend time with those that were their loved ones. In the end, she had closed early because there were no people walking through those double doors of the Seventh Heaven Bar, attempting to apply herself to her own beloved ones as her patrons did. Yet, at three in the morning, the children she cared for had little to no idea of her loneliness, awaiting the dawn so that their childish troubles could disappear with the moon.
She wished desperately that she could return to her childhood, left with no troubles to worry her little mind over. Her mother and father would still be alive, doting on her like they always
10 Ways Challenge: Far Away10 Ways Challenge: Far Away5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And that is how the Diminum works, folks," the speaker eagerly spoke.
Rylie nodded at the half-bald lecturer and took down notes on her flat screen. The speaker said a few more words about the new medical tool before ending his speech. An applause followed suit, but Rylie concentrated on getting as much as what she understood into her notes. She was on a two-day seminar for new technologies in health and medicine, and the schedule was packed. Since her arrival late last night, she had attended countless seminars all day long. It was 9p.m., and the last lecture had just ended. Despite of that, Rylie was still putting as much input as she can into her device. She ignored the audience's chatter growing louder as they hassled down the auditorium.
"What could you possibly be writing about now?" Someone said above her shoulder. Rylie turned around to see a stout figure with short brown curls bending over her.
"Jace!" Rylie cried out with a big smile. She excitedly stood up to give hi
RyRy: Mrs HarrisRyRy: Mrs Harris3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The woman in the kitchen gave a small jump, as if she had forgotten that there was a party of people for her in the next room. She turned to give him a warm smile. “Why Ryan, I didn’t realize you were there. Can I get you something? Are you hungry?”
Ryan shook his head. If anything, he should be reminding her and Rylie to eat. Rylie herself had been so silent, Ryan wasn’t sure if she had a bite.
“Someone was asking for you,” he said curtly.
“Who was it, dear?”
“I’m... not sure.” To him, everyone at the gathering looked the same. Same frowns, same murmuring manner of speaking, same apparel colour.
“Thanks for telling me Ryan, I’ll be out once I’m finished with the dishes.” She smiled in her black dress and returned to her view above the sink. Hearing the tap water running above the plates and mugs, Ryan knew that it was time for him to leave. But his feet wouldn’t b
pseudo sonnetThe corpse of a memorypseudo sonnet6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lingers in my mind
like a stain.
My heart`s a widow,
mourning her joy
It can`t return,
and my youth withers
Nay pain was so mighty,
nor vexing to be true;
Min heart feels wrath,
for this bitter end
that didst ail so cruel.
VelaBajo la luz tenue de una vela escribe,Vela3 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.
RyRy: A Fluffy Tale.RyRy: A Fluffy Tale.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Make your choice, Ryan."
Ryan felt Rylie scrutinized his expression as he faced her, irritation simmered silently beneath her blue-grey irises. Her usually kind voice had wearied into exasperation, as she repeated her question. "Well, which is it?"
"Right," he spoke thoughtlessly.
"Your right or my right?" Rylie asked, irked. She lifted her arms and shook the shirts, one in each of her hand.
"Mine." Ryan answered. There wasn't an erroneous reply to that question; it was made clear that he would return to their apartment that day with a few new clothes he hadn't asked for. Whether the buttons were made of clay or rubies, or if the shirt's color was green or more of a turquoise, he definitely couldn't be bothered.
"Really?" It was apparent that Rylie was more attentive. Her attention had diverted, annoyance transformed into a slight, but genuine, wonder. "You don't mind the flowered dots at the cuffs and hem of the shirt?"
Ryan hadn't noticed. He just wasn't too keen on selecting a blac