p r o m i s e."I need you."p r o m i s e.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"I love you."
You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...8 years ago in General More Like This
The Love ShackThe Love Shack9 years ago in General More Like This
Far away, thousand of miles from here, there is a black mountain. And on that black mountain, hiding in the mist of a forest, there is a small shack. And inside that shack there is a box, and in that box there is a heart. My heart, so no one can ever break it. Not even you. Even if you try, you will not be able to break my heart.
I'm here, with you.
I'm all here, touching your skin, gazing at you naked, inviting as silk.
We're together, but you are angry at me for meeting with others, for not living together. You're angry at me for not telling you I love you.
I can't love you. My heart is far away, thousand of miles from here, inside a shack, inside a box.
You are always so serious. Smile once in a while; don't take life so hard. We are doing all right as it is, aren't we?
No heart. We don't need the heart to have a good time. You don't have to handle commitment with this kind of seriousness.
"I'm leaving you, and you will end up alone" you said. "Good" I said.
"If you want to
these words.take a look: these words are beatbeatbeating just below the surface.these words.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
these words are living things with hungry mouths, souls with voices loud enough to echo against the canyon walls of heaven. they are splintering my bones and demanding more breathing room, filtering through my pores and piling at the soles of my feet. they are reckless and impatient, knocking against my conscience and demanding i set them free. they are flocks of birds and herds of mustangs, loose cannons without an idea of where they'll land but shooting forward regardless.
these words are pulsing with the life i've been feeding them, stealing my sleep and gnawing on the edges of my sanity. they are charging my veins and overriding my nervous system, throwing rebel cries against the back of my tongue and bleeding through the pages until i bend to their demands. they are salty with tears and sweet with ambition. they want nothing less than the entire spectrum of emotion and are draining me dry until they e
Kaboom - XIX - Short StoryKaboom - XIX - Short Story7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Queens Consort
I stand amongst the carnage that surrounds me. I am silent as I gaze at the wreckage around me, blood dripping from my wounds, from my weapons, gushing from the corpses that litter the field and town and destroyed buildings and layer the streets. It has been a slaughter.
And I loved it, every minute, hour, day. I love the yelling and shouting, the screams of the injured, the groans of the dieing, the sounds of steel clashing against steel, the quick draw of sword against sheath, the thunks of arrows finding their marks, embedded deep in the flesh of the enemy. I love the smells of smoke and sweat and blood and fire, love the battle cries and curses and grunts of man pitted against man, locked in the primeval struggle for power and survival and supremacy. I love the fury of a burning inferno, the flash of metal flying through the air, the fleeting glimpse of an arrow, the
Meeting my PriestessMeeting my Priestess4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
In the middle of the night. I'm lying on the cold floor of my own room, there's a scented candle beside my head. It's wafting its mellow scent over me. I pull my blankets over my naked body and close my eyes, breathing deeply.
The world starts spinning and I find myself on my familiar tundra. I smell the coming snow and the tarry smoke of my fire. The she-wolf sits beside me, waiting. She's smiling at me and I get up and follow her.
I turn around and start walking up the woody hill. I follow my guide, she's flitting in and out of the woods. She stops on top of the hill and as I catch up to her, I see a long house, there are torches on either side of the doorway, smoking in the wind.
I start feeling nervous, start trembling. I feel my physical body trembling; I want to open my eyes and stop here. I decide not to. This time I will go in. This time I will see her.
The wolf sits beside the door, watching me. Again waiting for me, she knows I'm nervous. I shake myself, shaking the feeling o
brotherbrotherbrother3 years ago in Letters More Like This
wrapped in your name is a hundred games of hide and seek, afternoon tea parties, and the squiggles of letters as i taught you to read goodnight moon and if you give a mouse a cookie. we were ten dirtstained fingers, one broken arm, four firefly eyes, two dark heads bowed as if in prayer over your broken-syllabled benediction.
every shopping cart is a cage from when we were wolves caught in the grocery store, growling at strangers until our mother made us get out and walk. the nightlight still plugged into the corner socket glows with every breath you took as you fell asleep when they moved your crib into my room.
one day at school they told you the rainforests were disappearing, and you hid in your bunkbed and cried for hours. when i finally found you, you made me promise we would both give our entire allowance to protect the trees. we washed our hands and said grace and ate dinner, and you never stopped caring about beautiful things.
i taught you how to read, and
Being GuidedBeing GuidedBeing Guided5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I opened my eyes to escape the hold of sleep, while the sun beamed into the tent through the shadows of tree branches. It must be around eight o' clock. It was warm this July morning. And the river hushed the campsite with a gentle shhhh sound, because a class II rapid flowed behind the tent. "The water is going to good today." I thought.
I tried to get out of the sleeping bag, but something prevented me.
In fact I couldn't feel my arm. Kate was still fast asleep on top of it. So I very gently removed my arm from under her and went outside of the tent.
I decided to have a wine cigar while I recovered feeling in my arm. Soon after, she emerged form our tent with that wonderful bed head. And we shared a walk down to the outpost; which was also my boss's house.
"Look, we've got a lot of guests today," said Roger, "go ahead and put nine rafts on the bus. The first trip goes out at ten o' clock at the latest!" Roger was our boss and owner of the rafting company. He was about fi
Seventy Five Percent Full75% FULLSeventy Five Percent Full7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pushed the door open and glided over to the tiny tank of a car. Glancing over at the twisted and broken bumper, I giggled to myself. It was so funny to remember that day. All six of us, packed inside the car, screaming at the top of our lungs as we slid across the road at exactly 0.5 miles per hour. I wished I could have gotten a picture of everyones faces as we ran into the mailbox. The car died from the excitement, and we didnt get to school on time that day. It was the funniest day of my life. I remembered having to call Danny, the only person with jumper cables within a 15 mile radius of Billys house. He came speedily, cables ready, and got us up and running in 5 minutes.
Soon after, when we had already been gone for thirty minutes, we saw Danny driving behind us, honking and waving his arms frantically. We pulled to a stop on the side of the road, as he got out and ran up to the window where I sat. I rolled it down, and saw that he had been
A Formidable FriendA FORMIDABLE FRIENDA Formidable Friend7 years ago in Horror More Like This
All my life Ive had enemies.
I never tried to make them; I didnt pick fights. For every advocate Id get an adversary
as a reward, and even then Id sit myself down and take the extra time to turn that foe
into friend. Even among my friends I was considered the mediator. In some cases,
psychiatrist. After all, fighting was such a waste of energy. I liked seeing people happy,
even at my own expense. I hated being hated.
But some friendships cant be saved, others shouldnt be made at all.
It was nighttime at my fiancés home, an engagement party in play. Our parents,
our friends, and our friends friends were here at this rhythmic gala.
Atticus belted a hearty laugh as I practically sobbed hysterical giggling. His
friends were so hilarious; I loved them like family. They dragged Atticus
outside for some twilight football. Wiping my tears and rubbing feeling back into my
face, my mother pulled me aside, saying, Your
psalmMy eyes see all but you,psalm5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
the work your hands, the evil of mine.
Denial is my nest; I consider myself pitiful before you.
that is as I was-- as I am, I am your child,
and you dwell forever in my transformed heart.
You give me peace when I fancy trouble,
and bypass the brokenness of my body.
My sin is forgotten in your sight,
in your sight, I am blameless.
For you see the truth;
you washed me so that I am so.
There is none but you;
aside from you, there is nothing.
So you quench my soul's thirst,
my spirit searches no more;
my heart is void of longing,
and my pain you have vanquished.
RhinestoneI still remember the first day I saw you your crystalline eyes sparkling with the azurite beauty of midnight. Shortly after that, you seemed to take me in like a lost childand, looking back, that's exactly what I was. In my eyes, you were an angel.Rhinestone5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a world isolated in its population, we were two missing puzzle pieces of a much larger picturenever to find our other pieces, but completely satisfied with each other's shared joy. It was a joy that could rarely be shared, a joy that was a choice wine of the soul. For, we shared both creator and worlda mundane thing, it seemed, but together we were as inseparable as a bird from its wings and oh, how we took flight.
We were in love with all the same things, save each other; "love", as the world called it, was a thing meaningless and therefore far from the two of us. We were brother and sister, closest friends
I remember, also, the time the time that goes without title. Rhinestone, as I called you.
Sweet Tunes - FFM 2010The only way to appease the creature was to play music at it the older music the better. Whenever the music stopped, it'd stop its melodic swaying, freeze, and then let out the most terrifying and deadly cry. Eardrums bursting, glass shattering, electronics exploding, eyeballs melting that kind of cry.Sweet Tunes - FFM 20105 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
After that, it would disappear, only to reappear at the most inconvenient place imaginable, ready to explode again. If those around it valued their spleens, they would start digging for their MP3-players right away. The more musical amongst us might start a serenade, or some kind of ad-libbed drumming session on whatever's nearby.
But the creature's appetites for quality only increased as the days passed and no-one had yet figured out a way to communicate, capture or otherwise kill the thing. The tinny sound of a radio would only calm it for so long, sometimes even making it angry enough to lash out a protuberance and destroy the offending equipment. Then it woul
Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly.Opportunities4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.
Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life."
"What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed a long time ago. It is a thousand poniards wedged in the heart of a man who cannot die. It is the black tar on the soul of a woman who cannot breathe." He laughed bitterly, "Life is nothing but an opportunist. It drains your soul. And all it ever offers us in return, are opportunities of sadness and hardship."
"It also gives us a time to be happy and
...27... She wore barbed wire necklaces so that every time she laughed, it hurt....27...7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Little Freckles Frankie was the first to make her laugh so hard she bled. He was ten, she was eleven. I dont think he has found anything funny since. It was too bad really, baby blue eyes tend to twinkle when they laugh.
I caught her counting the scars in the bathroom mirror once. They were soft puckers of white against sun tanned copper, they would have been morbid, if they werent so beautiful. There were 27. I met the reflection of her blatant blue eyes with my broken brown, and she said,
C.O.D. The tattoos, they caught on incredibly fast. I mean, it only took about half a year after the Death-caster came out. That's what the press called it, the Death-caster. Anyway, about 6 months after the first televised prediction, these tattoos starting showing up everywhere. It went from fad to craze to routine. Everybody did it. You would get some blood drawn. The machine would quiver a bit and hum. You'd get your paper and you'd go straight to the tattoo shop. Pretty much everyone has their cause of death, their C.O.D., tattooed these days. The accepted place to get it became the top of your left arm. Every time you go to check your watch, there it is in simple letters with a line underneath: Fire, Gunshot, Car Accident, Suicide.C.O.D.9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Walking down the street you can see it all. Plane Crash and Brain Tumor are holding hands, window shopping. Prison Riot pauses to let his dog urinate on the curbsi
THE GAY AGENDA: RevealedStep One:THE GAY AGENDA: Revealed6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Get the right to marry so we can destroy the institution, and continue the work of conservative Christian Republicans who demand the right to divorce, as well as the individuals such as Britney Spears who mock it.
Gain adoption rights to corrupt the youth and make them all into happier people who understand that hatred is tearing this world apart. (Hopefully, they'll all be bisexual, so we get the best of both worlds.)
TAKE OVER THE WORLD, and paint it in rainbows. ^_^
My Beautiful DisasterMy Beautiful Disaster4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! Before you read this fanfiction you should listen to Kelly Clarksons song Beautiful Disaster. It will make this story SOO much better!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*
Title: Beautiful Disaster
Pairings: Sebastian/Ciel (yaoi)
Rating: T / Pg-13
Summary: I am a demon and my life revolves around devouring souls. However, soon I start to serve under a young boy, who not only smells like heaven and sin combined, but has the most broken soul that is the most beautiful disaster.
Timeline: Actual universe. Also known as 21st century.
Warnings: Slight yaoi. Nothing too bad. Slight OOC, too!(I tried my best for what I had to work with) and then is also slight fluff/angst. o.o Okay a lot of it. Sheesh. *walks away* Oh and one more thing. There
Rainforest FinalOnce there was an old woman who lived in a rainforest.Rainforest Final7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
She needed a walking stick.
And so she made one.
The walking stick was strong, and it gave the woman new strength and she found it easier to walk around the leafy, cluttered forest floor.
The old woman and her tribe were called the Penan people. They lived in the rainforest on the island of Borneo.
Living with these people, the walking stick learned about them and the way they lived in the forest. He listened to the old woman tell stories to the children:
The forest is our home, but it does not belong to us. The land belongs to everyone, and so we take what we need and move on
The walking stick loved his home with the Penan people, he loved the hot, steamy, wet rainforest and he loved the old woman.
But soon the old woman grew sick. Walking grew harder and harder. It was hard for her to get up in the mornings. And then one day, she didnt get up at all.
She was buried, and the Penan people moved on.
They left her w
SuySuy6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In that last twinkle of life, that indefinite wrinkle that clouds our senses turns us into saints. And, as a sinner, all I can hope for is youth.
As the hour glass turns inside out I'll stand there laughing at that stupid reflection.
Feckless, but not forlorn I can already smell it fading...
Fading into the singularity of the great nothingness I feared, it becomes silly and I become more and more fond of it.
I know what you'll mean when I can stop listening.
Just stop talking and you'll know too.
Digimon Fanfic Page 4Digimon Fanfic Page 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Machinedramon growled. "You think he's a challenge for me?" He snickered. Machinedramon fired his attack but Sphilomon's solid metal claw incinerated it with a swipe. Sphilomon jumped off the ground putting great strain on his hind legs. He did a flip through the air and swung the prison ball attached onto his leg by a thick chain at Machinedramon. "Prison Break!" The Steel ball slammed against Machinedramon pushing him back, Sphilomon roared loudly as he landed on the ground on his four limbs. He launched himself again for another attack. "Prison Break!" He swung again and had the same reaction from Machinedramon. Then again and again. Sphilomon was out of breath after commencing a metal clashing battle between him and Machinedramon. Machinedramon attempted to slam Sphilomon with his claw, the human like Digimon dodged the attack. "Giga Blaster!" Metalgreymon fired. It sent Machinedramon back giving Sphilomon a chance, Kitsunemon joined in. "Prison Break!" "Fox F
maps don't give destinationsI stopped knowing how to respond to your twisted approach with pretty words when they made me listen with two ears, two lungs and a heart. It became habit to lose every sense except how to feel when I was near you. My fingers would form four legged spiders and reach across every expanse of your body. At times I would hold my hands up and you would hold yours. Without making skin converse with skin we still could feel every heartbeat, every breath, every future.maps don't give destinations6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My sister called us lovers in a dangerous time like that song we could never remember the name of. You said no, we're nothing like that. You said we're the cracks in the foundation, the stains in the carpet. We're all the things that will never go away, never fade. We're the connection no one expects, but the one that's impossible to create gaps in. When we are ten feet apart with a crowd setting the barrier,somehow it feels like we're holding hands with red ribbons attached to our wrists.
When we're lying under thin blanket