A Shoe TaleA Shoe Tale10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were a pair of red shiny shoes living in a boxful of dreams, on cloud-coated linens. One May day, a little girl found them sleeping next to each other, and she loved them so much that she took them out for an afternoon walk, sometimes tituppy, sometimes gingerly, on the sundressed alleys. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were cheerful, as they had never breathed such a crisp air before, and the chill of those spring days, after a good sturdy rain, was daintly tickling their soles, growing goosebumps on their skin.
The little girl was bursting with fidgetness. When she stopped to bathe in a tiny oasis, she briskly took off her shoes and left them on the dewy grass. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were slightly afraid, as gloomy spiders and frowning mosquitoes were tamelessly rumbling around them. They cuddled tightly, to make the fear go away, like salt in a desert storm. The fear started to vanish itself, as the two realized that they were not alone. They were a p
The DarknessThe Darkness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world is such a scary place;
Reality is a nightmare...
Darkness surrounds us,
And threatens to destroy
Everything we love.
If we don't have support in life,
We might as well quit.
Everyone has to face the darkness;
The darkness will go away,
Leave us alone,
And light will return...
But if we don't,
The chaos and fear
Will consume everything,
And the world we know
Please don't leave me
To face the darkness
On my own.
Because I can't-
Not without you.
My Last MomentMy Last Moment3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My last moment
Written by ToxiHelena <3
Each day people tell you how to live and be,
Each day you know there are lies you cannot see,
But you never shook your head, you just go along.
Each night when you're alone and you just can't dream,
You know you're missing someone, who's never here,
But you never open your eyes, just go back to sleep.
You know you can't hide forever,
The mask cannot save you from this cruel world,
You have no chance but to continue living.
You feel you can say those things,
Emotions are just growing up inside your soul,
You have no chance but to continue walking,
Till the last moment of your life.
Each day when it rains, you see through the raindrops,
Each day when it rains, your heart is crying too,
But you never open your umbrella to stop.
Each night, when you're feeling down, and you can't sleep,
Do you feel someone's loving you, with their feelings so deep?
But you never hold their hand before you say goodbye.
You know you can't run forever,
The rain canno
Fakiru Week 2012 - LightAhiru sat at the windowsill in her cotton nightgown, her legs tucked up to her chest and hugging her yellow duck pillow close to her heart.Fakiru Week 2012 - Light1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Reading didn't do any good. And all of her bird friends were long past asleep already. The only thing she could do to pass the time was wait and watch, the snow falling softly outside the window. Her small breaths fogged up the glass as she leaned the side of her head on it, blue eyes sleepy and half-lidded.
She didn't want to fall asleep before he came home she wanted to be awake to greet him. Fakir would have done the same for her. He definitely would have .
And yet, as the minutes ticked by, Ahiru slowly found herself nodding off, eyes drooping shut and head leaning down to her pillow.
Sitting on a hard surface was not the best position to sleep in, but she managed to doze that way for a while. It was impossible to tell what time it was when she finally woke up. But what managed to finally draw her out of slumber was the abrupt flicke
The Epic of John and Dave-5▲: hello.The Epic of John and Dave-53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
▼: hey whats up
▲: nothing really. what about you?
▼: man im just chilling over here laying down some beats and messing with my blogs
▼: you know how it is
▼: sup egbert that you
▼: hey man whats up
▲: i just spoke to you, or um... it was a you from a different timeline, i think.
▼: oh man time shenanigans here we go
▼: hold up bro how old are you right now
▼: well fuck guess youre still playing sburb then
▼: give my thirteen year old self a fistbunp for a little shit that kid was pretty damn awesome
▲: wait, how old are you then?
▼: 17 man
▲: wow! hey, do we win the game?
▼: no im speaking you from a deserted earth
▼: were living in the wreckage like fucking planet of the apes
▼: stumbling across the statue of liberty all oh goddamnit this is earth isnt it well fuck
▼: but seriously bro were fine i probably cant say much
Spectrum JourneyPassionate in Red. Serene in Blue.Spectrum Journey3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Euphoric Yellow is the essence of you.
Your heart bleeds precious Gold.
Your soul screams sterling Silver.
Shining Crystals retain their beauty forever.
Determination of a burning Ruby.
Gleaming Sapphire found in compassionate eyes.
Immortal Emerald awaits you inside the tower in the skies.
Memories worth more than a Pearl.
Friendship worth more than a Diamond.
Platinum bonds will link us until our journey's end.
Now with your companions beside you,
May you find purpose and comfort.
For it is time to exit the darkest Black,
and enter through to the brightest White.
DrugNo needles touch skin,Drug2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nor any pills,
or even inhaled.
they remain away,
away from this harsh Earth.
They stare out windows
seeing things that aren't there
talking to myths and legends.
So far, far away
then we ever
could even think.
Thoughts on paper,
images scrawled down
in hasty markings.
Things said and drawn
that never have been before.
How do they keep going
without being grounded
to this dark Earth.
Yet they are here,
more than we ever think
seeing things that others never can.
They are writers and artists
using something that we have forgotten
seeing and hearing
with their imagination.
The BeanstalkThe Beanstalk3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being a farmer's daughter would have meant a life of hard work but self sustenance would almost certainly be guaranteed. However, being a farmer's daughter whose father had abandoned her and her mother meant a life of poverty. Mother was hard working and strong willed but even her resolve couldn't bring us enough money to live a comfortable lifestyle. One day tax was due but we hadn't the money to pay, so mother brought me the last cow and told me to take it to market. I reluctantly agreed. The farm lay in a small field surrounded by a seemingly never ending montage of trees, so tightly packed that sunlight failed to break through the expanding shield of emerald greens and Vandyke browns. The path I trod pierced the hallows of the dark woods like a knife through butter. Small animals rustled in the bushes and birds chirped soulful serenades in the background. Over all the years I had made the journey from the farm cottage to the market, the mys
'Silence' - Fakiru Week 2012 Prompt 2Fakir hated this.'Silence' - Fakiru Week 2012 Prompt 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He hated feeling like this.
Everything was so quiet around him, day after day. Time was passing by and it felt like he was stuck in the same old rut doing the same thing.
Waking up, going to dance class, going home.
There were little things that made the days different like performances or school trips, but none of them were even remotely interesting.
Mytho was gone. Mytho was Fakir's reason for continuing to live. It gave his life purpose to protect someone.
Rue was gone. Rue was Fakir's reason for having emotions. She made him keep his promise to Mytho and to show that he was true to his word.
Duck was gone. Duck was Fakir's reason to look toward the future and to be himself.
She didn't want him to do dangerous things and it was nice to have someone around that cared about him the true him. She didn't care that he was a little weak and that he was not perfect. He was a little careless about certain situations and that he made some mistakes. But Duck
InspirationInspiration.Inspiration2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inspiration can come from such strange places. Sometimes it comes from the wind softly blowing your hair. Sometimes it comes from a fight that you're in, or listening to, and sometimes it comes from a drop of water slowly edging its way down your arm and onto the floor.
But to Fakir, inspiration came from only one thing.
Well- one person.
In many different ways. The way she danced, so clumsy, yet somehow dainty and graceful. The way she smiled and spoke as if the world was perfect. The way she looked at him with curious blue eyes, wondering just what he was thinking.
Fakir was inspired by Ahiru, in every way. Everything she did gave him ideas. Everything she said sent, millions of thoughts to race through his mind, fighting for attention to be fulfilled. Every look she gave made him want. Want her, to write about her, want to kiss her, want to hold her. He wanted her, and everything she did made him want her more.
He didn't just want her, he needed her. He didn't need to k
Shades of BlueBeing lakeside after rain truly was a wonder. The wind was still, the sky almost cloudless. Dew sparkled on the grass and trees, making their shades of green more vibrant, and the lake shone a deep sapphire blue in the bright midday sun. However, Fakir wasn't focusing on his surroundings. Instead, he stood on the shore, hands in his pockets, and watched Ahiru as she whacked at cattails with her beak and wings. He smiled at the happy quacks she made as she amused herself with the long grasses. One particular cattail caught her interest, and she ducked her head into the bundle of cattails to pluck it out from the middle. She pulled as hard as she could while slapping her webbed feet furiously in the water. Suddenly she flopped back into the water with the weed in her beak.Shades of Blue2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fakir laughed. "You could have grabbed a different one and saved yourself the embarrassment," he teased.
Ahiru quacked in protest despite the cattail stem in her mouth, even coming to shore to whack Fakir in the ankles
Trolling 'normal' peopleLooking for someone to chat with... (so, please wait)Trolling 'normal' people3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
You are now chatting with a person, say hi.
▲: OH WOW, MAKE WAY FOR THE CREATIVE BITCH.
▲: SHIT SON, WEIRD GREETING, I AM GRACED BY A GENIUS.
▼: oh hey is this who I think it is?
▼: 'bout time, I've been fishing for one of you trolls for hours now.
▲: THAT VERY MUCH DEPENDS ON WHO YOU'RE THINGKING OF.
▲: OH GOG YOU'RE NOT ONE OF THE STUPID HUMANS ARE YOU?
▲: OH OKAY NOW I'LL JUST SIT HERE IN THE UNBEARABLE SUSPENSE!
▼: of course I'm a human.
▼: Isn't it obvious from my glaring lack of textual oddity?
▲: THEN PRAY TELL WHY SHOULD I EVEN BOTHER WASTING MY TIME ON YOU?
▼: dunno! it's just fun to see you rage.
▼: more interesting than mr. wavvytext, at least.
▲: ERIDAN IS A DOUCHE, SEE YOURSELF LUCKY YOU WOUND UP WITH ME AT LEAST.
▼: probably. probably would've talked longer with him if it weren't for the imps.
DropsWhen I miss youDrops5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when something's wrong
or just feeling blue
a teardrop and a sigh
rain sings a lullaby
It's no wrong to cry
maybe you're sad too
I'm here for you
I wonder where
all teardrops go
maybe they rise
to the sky
I don't know
a raindrop and a sigh
are falling from the sky?
Fakiru Week 2012 - GiftIn the years after Goldkrone's story finally finished, it had become a regular scene for passerbys to come across a man writing at the lake's dock. It was completely unintentional, but Fakir gained a small infamous popularity of his own, just by doing what he wanted to do.Fakiru Week 2012 - Gift1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was something Ahiru had taken notice of, as well. In fact, most peaceful days never went by without someone coming to visit. The duck rather liked the gueststo see people living happily without being controlled by Drosselmeyer's story was a blessing. But sometimes it was easy to tell when they were bothering Fakir. People asked questions a lotwhat he was writing about, what was special about the lake, did he ever plan on taking up ballet againand eventually he would simply recede into a cool silence, his quill scratching across the paper while ignoring anything else the guest had to say.
There were a lot of women, too. A lot of them.
And strangely enough, they were the ones Fakir seemed to be ann
RunawayRunaway2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunlight and shadows
wink and wave
as you loosen your
grip upon her hand,
fingers slipping to tips
to a memory
to an ever increasing
thin sliver of air;
cool air and space
without a kiss goodbye
or backwards glance,
amid the cool golden wood
a place where
low in the sky,
spu t t er
glistening graceful raindrops
beyond the heavy veil.
from crimson and orange reflections,
onto the multicolored carpet below.
nature cries her tears upon
summers lush verdant
of weeks gone by.
away she goes,
lost to the forest
feet balanced upon
The Beginning of Another LieThe Beginning of Another Lie3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I dislike it when people assume they understand you.
I mean, How could they if, at times, you cannot understand yourself?
"How's school going?"
Standard response. Simple. Easy. Uninviting and friendly enough to kill the subject. A lie and yet it is not a lie.
I won't lie to you. I've lied many times. I lie almost everyday, almost compulsively. A paradox presented in curved or flat letters on your screen. if you lie all the time how can I trust what you say right now to be the truth? Could what you be saying now be one simple lie in a web of truths?
See what I mean? Hard to understand at times...
"How's it going between you and him?"
"It's pretty great. We had an almost romantic moment. It was bizarre and I don't know how to feel about it."
This one is tricky. How do you know which part is the truth and which part is the lie?
You shouldn't trust me even when I beg you to. When I give you reasons to. When I show hints of honesty and even, at times, sig
10 Commandments of College Cab1. I am the College Cabbie, the one who takes thou where thou needst to be taken. Thou shalt not nag me about whether or not I know where I am going, for although I may lose my way and get us lost, we shall get to thy destination in time, and thou willst have a tale of adventure to tell to thy friends.10 Commandments of College Cab5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. Thou shalt not bring any illegal substances, such as drugs or alcohol, into the cab. Such an act will leave thee in the darkness to walk to thine destination, where the road is filled with wailing and gnashing of teeth.
3. Thou shalt needst not pay me tribute with money or gifts, for mine is a free service.
4. Thou shalt clean up after thyself if thou bringest nourishment in solid or liquid form. Thou shalt not leave crumbs or wrappings on the seats or floor.
5. Thou shalt not use the College Cab as a make-out spot, nor shalt thou fornicate or perform any other sexual acts in, on, under or anywhere near the cab. Such an action will not only leave thee
To Write Love On Her ArmsOnce spoken were wordsTo Write Love On Her Arms5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stronger than a fragile soul
A tired smile sweeping across
Such a worn-out face
Tell them to look up
Tell them to remember the stars
Two sentences so simple
Bearing a whole world of meaning
Behind a slow, sad smile
Is a broken girl who is uncertain
Of what the future brings
With still years ahead
What a bleak concept
She once thought to herself
As the future lacked appeal
So did her life time after time
But still she held on so tightly
Clinging to the prospect there
Would be a way out sometime
When the clouds would finally clear
Together her friends stood
Wrapping her up in their love
Telling her without words to stay
And to let them love her for who she was
To this day she is still here
Living each and every day
Still sightless but moving along
A symbol that started the movement
Often times people think
That there's only one way out
When a door hangs barely open
To the farthest corner of the darkness
All you have to do
Is extend your arm through
Reach out to who
Fakiru Week: Warmth"Hey--hey, Fakir! Wait up, wait up, wait up!"Fakiru Week: Warmth2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fakir missed only a beat before he started walking faster.
"FAKIR, HEY, I said WAIT, y'know!"
He gave no indication of having heard her, and instead quickly stepped into the library. His feet took him upstairs to a far corner in the stacks, at a pace so quick that Autor looked up with irritation when Fakir passed him, though Fakir's silence gave him nothing to actually scold about.
But he could not escape her, at least not for very long. The disadvantage of the location he'd chosen was that, while it was obscure to the common visitor of the library, there was no way to get out without ultimately coming into view of the main section downstairs. All he'd really ended up doing was stalling.
Stalling, and giving himself something to be irritated about.
He could already hear her downstairs, as she was making quite a racket--calling out his name, being loudly shushed by Autor, and knocking down what sounded like quite a few books and possibly a c
Fakiru Week 2011 - LoveThe pond was quiet as they sat with each other, her back leaning against his chest and his arms wrapped around her. His chin rest over her shoulder, dark hair tickling her chin. Ahiru smiled to herself as she observed the setting around them, feeling his breath fan quietly over her skin.Fakiru Week 2011 - Love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a calm atmosphere, with subtle crickets chirping in the distance and lightning bugs illuminating the air around them with soft flickers. The water of the pond rippled slightly, and the breeze shifted the leaves and branches of the tree above them. It was definitely nice, and Ahiru enjoyed the private time with Fakir.
Feeling his cheek against her own, the girl turned slightly to look at him. Her expression was not one of sadness, but it was certainly serene. "Fakir ."
He slowly opened his eyes, seeing himself reflected in her blue color. He felt her fingers idly toying with his own crossed over her stomach as he patiently waited for her to continue.
"Fakir, I want to say it."
For a moment t
Love in Youth"Duck! Give it back!" A young man clad in white chased after a young woman with red hair pulled back in a thick braid.Love in Youth2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The woman laughed. "Catch me first, Fakir!" she called back, holding a feather quill above her head. Sunlight glinted off a gold band on her left ring finger.
"Why you moron... prankster!" Fakir yelled back, continuing the chase. She laughed even harder at that. They ran through the meadow, treading white and yellow flowers underneath them. Both of them were smiling through the chase despite Fakir's earlier words. Once Fakir could almost touch the hem of her long skirt trailing behind her, but she darted away before he could get closer. Panting, he stopped and rested his hands on his knees and heaved to catch his breath.
Duck turned around when his footsteps stopped. "Oh, c'mon, you giving up already?" she complained, looking back and crossing her arms.
Panting, Fakir lifted his head to look at her. He smiled wryly. "Nope!" He sprinted forward. Duck squealed and turned
EndingEnding2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I linger even longer than a human heart can bear
Than the world will cease to rotate in its silent, cosmic flare
And the planets will surrender, with their axis cold as ice
And the gods will laugh at mortals who would dare to give advice
If I linger, ever watchful, and become a different soul
Then the stars will merge together in a marathon of gold
If the world was meant to end today, then by all means begin
For there never was a darker race, nor a more ugly sin