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
The rain within...The rain within...4 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
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.
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
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: It's the JobRyRy: It's the Job4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Does that hurt?"
"That's not a real answer, Ryan."
"I can handle it."
"That's what you say now," Rylie said. She examined the gash near Ryan's right elbow. "If this swells up, tell me immediately. That could mean there's an internal infection."
Ryan grunted. Rylie held his hand up to wrap a fresh bandage on top and pressed her hands against his arm to smoothen the creases. Ryan turned to look at her, but she appeared to not notice. The small blonde put back her equipments back with an air of a well-practiced healer.
She closed her case shut and spoke to Ryan, "Well, you seem fine. Just tell me if you notice any changes."
"You'll be sure to see them first." He replied teasingly. Rylie gave a brief smile before she headed towards the living room.
"Hey." Ryan voiced out. Rylie ignored him and walked on. When she reached the front door of his apartment, Ryan spoke again, "Are you leaving?"
"Yes." Rylie replied, determined.
Her eyes flashed. "You should be the one to know th
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