The Five Hundred Worlds of UltramarFive Hundred Worlds of UltramarThe Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Macragge Konor Prandium Calth Espandor
Iax Quintarn Tarentus Masali Talassar
Parmenio Firestorm Gathis II Newfound Lorin Alpha
Mancora Ithaka Vilamus Honourum Orpheus Prime
Cyclades Epsilon Cyclades Kappa Armato Sabatin
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you company.
Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.
And from that point on, I never left your side.
Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower,
The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
Sleeping like the deadShe is always weirded out by spiders. They run too damn fast.Sleeping like the dead2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Their legs are spindly and black and pointy. Just something so wrong about that.
There shouldn't be anything in this world that exists small, that would be horrific if made large.
He loves bugs. All kinds of bugs. Big, small, green, black. Crunchy ones are best. The ones
that when stepped on make a nice cracking sound and spew guts.
That's what he loves.
She cannot sleep. Not much. Not easily.
She sees arms reaching toward her in the dark. Always in that stage
right before she falls asleep. The bridge to sleep is blocked by
He sleeps like a log, especially after a kill. Always after a kill. The warmer the blood,
the slower the death, the more pitiful the cries for mercy, the better the sleep.
It never ceases to amaze him.
The power of murder.
The smell of autumn comforts her. The cool breeze soothes as the curtains flow outward.
The full moon shines in and she cannot see spider
The DragonWhere once I was cunning, now I am wise.The Dragon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where once I was fragile, now I am strong.
Where once I was selfish, now I am selfless.
Where once I was aimless, now I have purpose.
Where once I was a killer, now I am a guardian.
I am a serpent all the same, but where once I was a snake...
Now I am a dragon.
Ready to DieReady to Die3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fear consumed me. My body froze, every particle of blood solidifying into ice. It was as if every bit of oxygen had been torn away from me and I was left with nothing but empty lungs. Goose bumps rose on my skin, which was covered by nothing but an old, unfitted, dirty ragged dress. I couldn't feel the pain that had throbbed from the graze on my knee any more; nor could I feel the blood trickle down my leg. All I could sense was the bitterly cold air, and how the frozen moisture reached out its long icy fingers to kiss my bare skin. Sweat broke out on my forehead, immediately turning into beads of ice. The frost on the trees glinted in what little sunlight broke through the canopy of leaves. I would have thought the scenery was the most breath-taking sight - if it wasn't for the figure that was the root of the threads of fear that pierced and sowed through the core of my body. I heard the satisfied growl from behind me, but I stood motionless, unable to move. I heard footsteps behind m
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
Too often saidI often hear it said,Too often said3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Uttered by too many.
But it makes me wonder,
Have you ever been told -
You are beautiful?
If you haven't,
Can I speak to you?
Can I tell you,
You are beautiful?
Notice I use the modal verb,
Because I need your permission.
There is something that I want you to know,
I am rubbish at this,
Rubbish at all of this.
These are my thoughts,
These are the words I want you to hear,
Will tell you,
I wish it could be me.
It may be too often said,
But I want you to hear it,
You are beautiful.
I say I know,
You would never be interested in a person like me,
But this is my message to you,
A message that you will never read,
A note that was placed in a bottle but never put in the ocean.
Will never transpire, to anything tangible.
You are beautiful,
And my worries, my anxieties,
Of things that will never happen,
Keep me awake,
For three days,
And I'm tired,
And I'm sad.
That you are be
Dear GodDear God,Dear God3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am terrified
this letter I write, in full knowledge
you're going to do the same thing
and make me figure this out on my own
"You're a big girl..."
but I need guidance
I'm afraid to choose
so I'm afraid to let myself
I'm scared of the ambition and burning desire
that's building inside me; something
I've never seen
But you see, I want to be,
up there in front of thousands
and I want to hear the audience singing along
many said, you've got the talent
you just have to want it badly enough
now I'm ready to scream it
(I do, really I do want)
But I'm afraid
scared of what people will say
"You're throwing your life away
working on your music....
you'd better practise saying
'Fries with that?'
You can live in your sister's basement"
what the hell did you set me up for?
Couldn't you make me such
that I want something else,
like a job that's respectable, with a regular pay cheque,
and maybe you could've given me
that blind respect for authority
that's valued so well i
I LoveI want to beI Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the centre of the forest, surrounded
by the sounds and the colours,
the sunlight coming in
green and blue,
bright, warm and cheerful.
I want to watch the fire dance
in your eyes,
kiss you under the infinite
Sing, and laugh, fall asleep
in your arms.
Scream my joys out into the abyss.
Look out on shining cities
from fourteen stories up,
see the lights twinkle
To sleep late in the mornings, watching the sun
filter in through the curtains
then get up
and explore every corner of this world
with you always there,
close to me.
Read my lips:
the quiet smile that hides
all my excitement.
I wish to taste fresh strawberries
at five A.M. in midsummer,
and the stinging cold ocean water
on my skin.
Chocolate, victory, and kisses...
To skip through the streets with your hand in mine,
play my guitar to the sound of the rain
falling on the roof.
To bathe in the river, some place where there's no one
Hear you laugh, every day,
forever and ever
KitesEvery time I triedKites3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to put my name to you,
coyly mingling with the air
the blue twilight
dust about your feet.
Every time someone
tries to claim you, you
fly up into
a cloud of smoke, the first light
split into psychedelic
filtered through your
Every time I tried
to capture the force that drives you,
makes you run,
my hands came up empty, the clues like grains
raindrops and glass teeth
shattering as they fell from my mouth.
You evade every attempt to define
the glimmer in your gaze
settles on me as pixie dust
but I cannot believe well enough
All I want to do is hold you,
all of you,
close to me
because I'm fragmented without you.
The words on your skin
contradict the mind, bypass everything, though I wonder
what I've done to you
who am I to change you?
Hungry and restless,
giver of visions
wherever you go, live within me
that I love you,
and every part of you
I'm The Wandering Girl I'm the girl who would stay by your side until the end of time. I'm the girl who does her best to listen when you need her to, the one who doesn't give the best advise, but always tries to help, the one who you could tell every secret, and I would never tell another soul. I'm the girl full of love, full of care, full of hope.I'm The Wandering Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm also the girl who isn't the best at telling jokes.
The one who can be annoying sometimes.
I'm the girl who tries hard in school, but still fails.
I'm the girl who you ignore.
I've been through terrible things, but I smile through it all.
I'm the girl with scars.
I am the girl who you never gave a chance. The one who would of stayed by your side until the end of time. I'm the used girl, the ugly girl.
I'm the wandering girl, who never had a chance.
But I'm still the girl
Puppets WristsI am the puppetPuppets Wrists3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are my master
It is you who shall lead me
My strings like a noose
Thin as a thread
Your laughter echos
Again in my head
You tug at the strings
Cutting my wrist
And put your spell on me
The first time we kissed
Pull your puppet
Side to side
Make it dance
Unable to hide
I feel every tug
Follow every pull
As you conduct my limp body
Sitting on your little stool
Hidden by the red curtain
I do not see
The man or woman, evil human or beast
Who has been controlling me
BurnedMary grunted as the rough rope was wrapped around her arms, She stood, Naked and Cold. The Freezing Winter Night was made worse by the water she was covered in, the brand on her chest stung, and her cheeks were stained by tears. She stood, the town, her family and friends stood around her, the Preacher glared at her, she wanted to scream, to tell them what he did to her. To Tell them she was victim, she bit her lip. It was pointless. Father Mayers had the town behind him. What did she have? Nothing. “This, Foul Cretin! She has tried to tempt me! Tempt me with her lust! The Devil's lived in this one!” Mary looked around wildly, seeing her mother's tearful face,Burned2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Mother! He's lying! Hel-”
A rock struck her across the forehead, she looked up at her mother, who's face was grim. “You are not my daughter any more, whore of satan!” Mary stopped caring, she didn't care when they branded her again, or put a blindfold on her, and a rope around her neck.
We Could LaughIt's mild outsideWe Could Laugh3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my soul is freezing
and I feel lonely
but you make me
even though you can't
You make me tremble
inside, and I
can't quite think
to logically work out
what makes you love me
or what makes me love you...
I believe everything will be alright
and to be in your arms
just the thought makes me smile
And long for your face, your voice
and everything that you are...
but I'm consoled when I remember
to think of you,
and at night I dream that you're there
I could kiss you all over
I miss you, but you feel
closer every day
and I'm cold and lonely
but you keep me warm.