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.
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
You and Me: Forever“Gods, Piper, I don’t know about this.”You and Me: Forever3 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
Sunburn p.2In all truth, Matt is a nice guy. He looks absolutely terrifying in the lighting in the girl's room, and she had to admit that she had difficulty looking at him after the experience with the now broken mirror, but it became easier for her to like him as the next couple of hours passed. When she looks at her watch, she notices that the numbers are still facing in the normal direction.Sunburn p.25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's also about 8 o' clock. It had felt like hours, but in the people world, it was only a few minutes later. That confused the girl to no end. She nearly asks Matt about it, but he says something first. She holds he comment for a moment while he asks her, "What's your name, then?"
She blinks. She nearly forgot that part. All this time and they were just now introducing themselves.
"Stephanie, Steph to a few of my friends." Matt nods his head and looks off at something behind her. She glances in the corner of her vision, but sees he's just staring into blank space. He shifts his eyes nervously.
"How is tim
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
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
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
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