the rindPity squats in my mouth sour as a lemon rindthe rind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shriveling my heart raisin thin
And hanging two inches clean from forgotten
It cranks my head away as the bile rises up
With two rough but solicitous hands unseen
In years past I'd have been oozing with help
But since then have seen the hands I grip unclean
And just as eager to pull me under
Drown me in their gutter as I become another
Stepping stone in their ladder
When I glance away
It is for my own health and safety
But every time I do the raisin squeezes tighter
And I begin to wonder
What's wrong with all of us
Forever LoyalHe saw her coming out of the deli, she smelled like blood-sick and old wounds hiding under her last pair of clothes that didn't have tears in them. He went to her and introduced himself. She gave him a sausage. It was love.Forever Loyal3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He followed her for the rest of the day, ears pricked forward as he listened to her talk. It was funny how that made her happy. She would say "Piston, sit." And he would sit, stump where his tail should be wagging as she pet him with pale fingers. When she did that, he knew she wasn't blood-sick, she was food for others who were and they nipped at her like he sometimes nipped at the heels of children when they tried to stray into traffic. He could smell it all over her, the ghost of blood-sick hands but he knew they weren't trying to help her, they would kill her.
He barked, to try to tell her this but all she did was give him another sausage and coo, her messy brown hair getting in his eyes as she bent down and pressed her forehead against his, eyes closed. He lear
Final Fantasy Type-0: Ch. 1Final Fantasy Type-0: Ch. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Final Fantasy Agito XIII: The Beginning-
Well this is just a prologue to the official story I'm going to be trying to keep up. Since there is only 2 trailers about the mysterious game in the Fabula Nova Crystallis trilogy, I'm going to have to improvise. (Why can't SE give us more information?)
Enjoy! Send me any PMs if you have any more information on Agito!
Winds witnessed fallen bodies during the battle, but they had no mercy on the people who fought against its currents. Small, red capes were cloaked underneath heavy, brown clothing. The soldiers who were still alive looked at the battleground with sadness.
On the other side of the battlefield was a different story.
"Ma'am!" A man rushed towards a woman who was smiling at the destruction. She put her cold eyes at the messenger who bowed before her. The woman grimaced at his fithy clothes stained with dirt and wear.
"Well? What news do you have?" She asked, l
Home Is Where The Heart IsHome Is Where The Heart Is4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"One, two, one, two." He counted the beats for her, in sync with the keys she was pressing on the piano. He stood beside the bench, one hand in his pocket of his faded slacks. As the child hit the wrong notes, her nose scrunched up. Her eyes moving up to him. He smiled, placing a hand on the back of her head. "That was fine, you're doing well. Try it again, Rosie."
The girl nodded, placing her fingers back to the beginning keys and began playing again. She adored learning from her father, he used to be a very good piano player himself. Used to play in concerts around cities for a living. He smiled down at her, his blonde hair moving as he repositioned himself. He wore a off grey-blue sweater, and his slacks were brown. She could smell the flowers, just barely. He now worked as a flourist, owned his own small shop. Her eyes looked over the sheet music quickly, before trying to play the next set of notes. Kicking her legs slowly, they couldn't touch the ground yet. She wore an off-pink/m
My Own GalateaThe Making:My Own Galatea3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My friend asked me to join the game. "I need the distraction. Please play with me," she said. I did as she asked. I got to create my own character. Oh, this is fun.
Two hours later and still I am not finished; it's just not quite right. My friend asks where I am. Still making my character, I respond. My friend laughs, and says, "I did the same thing."
After four hours, I am finished. I finally start the game. A week later, I am changing my character again. Her clothes are just not right. Two hours and twenty dollars later, she is how I want her. I start to play again.
Another week goes by, and I am still not happy. Her clothes are not right yet. Another three hours and another thirty dollars. Now she is right.
A month goes by. I can remake her, hence I do. Four hours and she is right. Another twenty dollars to make her mine.
The next day, I change her again. I edit her face, tilt her eyes, lengthen her hair, fill out her body. Another forty dollars gone.
The next day, I cha
Smooth PebblesEvery swooning blade of grass vindicated.Smooth Pebbles4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The deep blue silence of a turning wheel.
A precise number of fireflies in the apples.
The coiled jealousy of all reptiles.
The palsy of a prisoner's first sob.
A tranquil sorrow in a dog's ribcage.
All faces obliterated from the moon.
Nirvana observed among smooth pebbles.
The slough of mountain summits in decline.
Every planet reprieved of its orbit.
The ecstasy within a mandala.
The space between spaces.
Honing the blade.
HERHERHER9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
she is the girl who gets it all
the girl who controlls me
who makes me fall
she is the girl who gets the him
that i want everytime
the girl who gets the guy
that i want to make mine
she is everything that a guy wants
i went after my dream
but it didn't come back
and try to catch me
she said sorry,
but it doesn't cut it
she said sorry
but now i'm lit
the light in the tunnel
is running low
the light in the me and him
where did it go?
i swore that i could have gotten him
but i didn't
and thats what counts
she got what i wanted all along
she wasn't there
when he broke up in song
she is the one who gets to look into his eyes
she has a guy to lean on
when she is hurt, when she cries
she has HIM
the him i thought i'd actually get
the him i thought i could have
the him i thought was into me
the him i know is hers now
he is into her
get it into my system
cry in my tree
use the punchingbag twice
use the wall more times
get use to him with her
get use to her rhymes
Envy's Hell"Goodbye ..Edward Elric ." Envy said though teary eyes.Envy's Hell4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
These were Envy's last words before dying.
He committed suicide ..
Envy stood before the gate, gazing upon it with still teary eyes.
He knew he would have to spend eternity in there, unable to ever have peace, he would have to, for all the people he's killed, and for all the terrible things he's done.
Why must it be this way .The only thing he ever wanted was to be human .
But Envy knew this is what he deserved,,,,
To suffer for the rest of time..
More tears streamed down Envy's cheeks.
"I don't want this!" he screamed out into the glowing whiteness.
"I don't want to suffer anymore!" he screamed out again.
"Well Well Envy it seems your time has come"
Envy looked behind him to see a smirking Truth.
"Please no" the violet eyed teen whispered.
"But this is what you wanted" Truth smirked again
"Isn't it Envy?"
Envy's eyes opened wide. "No!, Please! I'm begging you!"
More hot tears swept down En
Coyote Fights a GiantCoyote returned home from his wanderings to visit his kin. He found his sister in law, Red Fox, sitting outside her den. The fur beneath her eyes was wet with tears. He plopped himself down on the grass beside her. "Where is Gray Fox? Has that no-good brother of mine abandoned you?"Coyote Fights a Giant4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everybody knew that Gray Fox was a kind person who would never consider doing such a thing. She glared at Coyote. "No. He was taken from me by a giant."
Coyote's ears pricked up. "Since when have giants lived here?"
Red Fox sighed. "They moved their village here a little while ago. Their chief goes out hunting every day for humans to fatten up and feast on. Gray Fox wanted to save them. He became a man and made a bow so he could fight the giant. He never came back."
Coyote got up and paced. The giant's reign of terror and the tragic disappearance of Gray Fox must have seized hold of everyone's minds. No one would even care that Coyote had returned from his long absence! Something must be done about these gi
Music GirlMusic Girl10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let the music rescue you;
Flight for life when you're feeling blue.
On the dark side of the rainbow,
Black's the only hue.
Take a supernatural starship
To the heavens up above.
Through a lipstick sunset
With the person that you love.
Your music is what carries you
To another place in time;
No one seems to understand,
It's the lyrics not the rhyme.
Share with me your loneliness,
I'll help you if I can.
If only I were there with you.
I'd be your Music Man.
– Tom Wilcox 09/29/96
.:Her Soul Will Never Know True Happiness:.She was born, cursed to misery.:Her Soul Will Never Know True Happiness:.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For from misery she was born
Brought up into poverty
And to poverty she is sworn
A life of labor is her fate
And nothing in return
No matter how long she decides to wait
Not a penny she will earn
And every lover that she'll ever know
Will never truly love her
And every heartbreak she'll have to undergo.
Will have been something she tried to deter.
For she was born, cursed to misery
For from misery she was born
And everyday will pass by bitterly
And she'll be left forlorn.
The Lions' Den - III could not say how long I slept, since dates had for some time been meaningless to me, but it was the threat of frost which woke me. The spring was past, and the heat of summer, and autumn was beginning to crystallise in the youngest chapter of the Island's memory.The Lions' Den - II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When sleep took me, those months before I say months, though I still know not whether they were six or sixteen, mere seasons past, or more than a year When sleep took me, those months before, it had seemed a thing of peace, a kindly ally to whom I should surrender and from whom I could seek succour. I had been quick to embrace it, quick to accept it, and when it chose to cast me out, I was not yet ready to let go. Perhaps that is why no star greeted me on my emergence from that trance, and no gentle pressure bore me upward. I awoke in darkness. Bitter and complete, it bore down on me from all directions with the dense, rocky soil that constrained my limbs. I had surrendered to the earth, and for a chilling mom
Rane Fic Reed had been in the hospital before. Loads of times, actually. And so no one was really surprised when he had been rushing down the Windsor stairs for some of Kurt's magic cookies and tumbled all the way to the bottom.Rane Fic4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Reed looked around his hospital room. There were tons of get-well gifts in there: white roses (the usual from the Dalton management), a vase of lilies from Kurt and Blaine, a Harry Potter get well card, which Reed could only assume had come from Blaine, daisies from the Tweedles, and a couple of cards and balloons from Wes and David. Dwight has even come by and purified the room as he did on each hospital visit, insisting that hospitals were full of restless spirits.
But that had all been done yesterday. Since it was Monday, all the other Windsors were back in school. Which was wh
Flowers and InsectsFlowers and Insects7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wild wilting flowers and ghosts
sigh in the snow and miss everyone.
Insects are drawn to flowers like unknowing pilgrims.
Love finds us like how flowers trace God and insects seek flowers,
sat together in a congregation wrapped around the world.
Insects and flowers wanting to know called back to a place beside God,
watching the movement of clouds, trees and grass.
Wishing nothing would change wondering does true love exist.
Winter long tears fall on petals hearts sway
springing hope as far as the eye can see across a field.
Flowers stay true to themselves,
staying loyal to the sun and earth.
Scared of life,
In comparison insects can never stay still,
forever itching to reach their dreams.
Scared of dying.
Each blade of grass is like the glimmer of a distant star,
full of possibility and hope calling you back beside me.
Love grows from a seedling to a blossoming flower,
only to be left in the corner of the room withering.
Beside a bed to dry up like wilting wedding flowers
or funeral fl
Enduring the Darkness-Chapter 1-Welcome to HellNnoitra woke up slowly, his vision blurry. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. Then, he felt his bed shake, which he realized meant that a bomb went off nearby.Enduring the Darkness-Chapter 1-Welcome to Hell4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Oh right, he's in Vietnam.
All he remembers was being in the jungle,in the trenches. He was playing with cards with Lieutenant Ichigo Kurosaki. Kurosaki looked way too young to be a solider, he looked too young even hold a gun. He knew Kurosaki was married to some girl named Orhime. Kurosaki always talked about her and kept a small picture of her in his pocket; Nnoitra sometimes saw him staring at it with a soft smile on is face. He knew Kurosaki only had two weeks left till he left for R&R.
Just as he dealt his hand, they was an ear-splitting explosion and was thrown a couple yards away. Just as he was about to reach for his gun, he was thrown back by another explosion, this time feeling a burning pain in his eyes and total blackness.
He sits up on his bed and slowly raised his hand to touch his face. He felt a bandage
CuriosityRivers. Lakes. Swamps. A land full of rolling hills. Another land full of smog and smoke. An endless desert that was more expansive than the sea. Humans, those were familiar. Different creatures too. Some had scales on their caramel skin, black or brown hair, bright eyes that shone like gemstones, funny feet that belonged on lizards. Others had the eyes of cats, thick hair, and they had wings toobut those they could hide somehow. There were creatures with black skin and metallic hair, eyes that glowed as if they were their own lights. The smell of blood and war lingered in the air. A land marred by wounds that had only recently started to scar over. Some sort of secret pilgrimage, marked by those who hide in shadows, desperately searching for stones with odd symbols of hope. Old creatures, so old that they strode the lines ofCuriosity4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
.:Shut Up:.And She's done it again..:Shut Up:.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Said one word too much.
Fucked up. Just couldn't Shut Up.
And now he is Silent.
Angered and Silent.
He pulls her in,
Takes in her scent;
But She isn't smiling.
Looking up at Him, everything is clear:
She did it again.And it won't be the last time that she'll push Him to the edge.
One day it will no longer be okay.
One day her scent will no longer suffice.
She'll lose Him.
Survival is all she's ever known.
Rid of what makes you weak,
Get rid of Him.
Did you move on? Part 1 MKKorra flipped her card in which she was playing with a girl she met in her year of Juvi, yes, as much as she hated to say it, she had earned her place in the big house, but the only good part about it was that today she'd be out, Amenda, the girl she had met, slammed her card down, she had won.Did you move on? Part 1 MK4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To tell the truth, Korra wasn't sure what they were playing.
"You still thinking about him?" she said putting the cards away.
"Who?" she said slicking her hair back.
"That Sako or something like that?" she said getting back to the cells.
"It's Mako, and for your information, I'm just I don't know I guess I am, do you think he'll remember me?"
"Thanks, I'm going to miss you," she hugged her friend and felt her tighten her grip; she was really going to miss her roommate.
"Korra Xeno, grab your things it's time to go," the guard said.
Korra gripped her things and waved to her friend, she turned and walked out, took her 20 bill and walked out and called Bolin.
It was ring
Signing in KoreanSigning in Korean as rain fallsSigning in Korean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in another land, and within my mind.
A robe of cranes wraps around my
willow's body, following my every move.
I gaze through my fingers as they weave
and separate the rain turned to ice
with hands that flit and beat silently
on a petrified drum
through the constantly shifting air
from which snow will soon drift
with the flight of cranes
into another land, signing in Korean.
RemnantWashed up a remnant,Remnant3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a relic of abandoned epochs,
she inhales her first breath in an aeon.
Air thick with soot,
pungent with poison,
sinuous hands fly to her throat
as she sputters a curse
in a language long forgotten.
Beneath the slick surface of her murky realm
lost, she wandered on,
searched through centuries for a land
half-remembered in dreams.
Time and toxins took their toll
and when she arose from the depths
her scales shone bright with mercury,
glinting silver in the moonlight.
With trembling fingers
she combs starlight from her tresses,
brushes moonbeams from her curves,
counting lesions to her body,
carved by knowledge, knives
or nothing. She no longer knows.
She shivers in the shadow of
their quivering reflections rippling
across the magic mirror
from which she surfaced.
In the dark their glass eyes gleam,
a thousand starry-eyed monstrosities,
rake their gaze across her form.
She clings to the shoreline,
jagged rocks and filthy sand.
Libra VenerisVenus– Goddess of air and lightLibra Veneris2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Adorning colors of sunset hues
Of ivory, pink, and glowing blues
While she awaits the waxing night
To measure stars upon her scale
That judges beauty from each gem,
Each light to sit around the hem
Like cultured pearls upon her veil.
But Libra's house will never tilt
To sacrifice her pleasure dome
The palace that she calls her home
By chance to cause a rose to wilt.
Hoc quidem nunquam facies.
The Black HoundThe Black Hound3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...." Soren repeated it like a mantra, kicking the grovel beneath his feet. He twirled, looking around frantically, but in the vast rocky emptiness of the Burren all he could see was thick darkness filled with bizarre shadows that loomed on the corner of his eye and the starless pitch-black sky embroidered with sinister-looking clouds above his head. His lantern only provided him with a faint light that barely reached a few meters ahead, and as he moved it around it only allowed him to see rocks and patches of grass.
The eight-year-old shivered, holding up his head and looking on to the horizon, his eyes looking for the distant sea, nothing but a mass of inky blackness way beyond the rocks were he stood. The blue lights were still there, glowing in the liquid distance, much fainter now, but still clear. Fergus, his loyal Irish Wolfhound, sat besides him, rubbing his nose against his hand, sniffing him. Soren stroke the puppy´s head. Fergus was barely