Helen Jekyll and Eva HydeThis was written for a creative project for my Film and Literature course whie studying English Literature in my third year at University. Between work, it took me about four months to complete.Helen Jekyll and Eva Hyde6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have created a modern, feminist rewrite of Robert Loius Stevenson's famous take 'The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde'. In the same manner that Helen Fielding took 'Pride and Prejudice' and turned it into a modern rewrite a la 'Bridget Jones Diary' so have I taken an old tale and modernised it and based it around two female characters, instead. It takes the form of a short diary, written by the modern student Helen Jekyll. The normal font represents the mind of Jekyll. The bold font represents the mind of Hyde.
It is full of references to other texts, films, philosophy, music, and aspects of culture. I have explained what these are in the description below, whether you would like to read them before or after is up to you!
Finally, this text includes several illustrations importan
Women of the RoseWomen of the Rose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are loved, they are pampered
The are groomed and by all enamoured
They are loving, they are caring
They are constantly faring
They are used and abused
They are pawns in a game misused
They are women of the rose
And each has but one goal
To put each her own son on the throne
Nihil ad remWalking alone, I feel so unprepared. Sifting through faces with my straining eyes; I feel that if I were to be asked a question from a stranger I would willingly unzip my innards and show them all the pipes I never showed you. And it would be just as relevant.Nihil ad rem8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I could say that I feel the winter more acutely, use it as an easy setting for distress. Snowing hard when it's not snowing. And never has. But what would you say if I told you I do not feel the wind? Its gelid kisses. Instead I feel inner warmth surrounding me as a protective skin; I can feel cloud fingers hurtling at me the misgivings of far away land masses -- full of million myriad dreams; whispered, screamed, silenced.
I expose my neck and try to feel the words on my collarbones, feeling for truncated sentences behind my ears. I take my coat off and fly down highways of thought, close my eyes to the sirens, to the chattering rivers of now.
But the voices die on the trill. Paragraphs fade into ash as realisations in tomes lon
My Dearest and LoveliestOh, as smooth as the creases of nightMy Dearest and Loveliest5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And as certain as the blaze that dawn brings
Each note gives my soul wings
Like Heaven's purest ray of light
Sing my head to sleep and lure my heart awake
What risks and chances will your white keys to me make
Thoughts not bitter but sweet enlighten me
The music intoxicates me, let it flood in like a sea
My throat will increase in lustful sighs
As I shall always beg for this sweet song's reprise
Do not yet bring its demise
I know that all endings are mere lies!
Take my fleeting thoughts for a ride
Whether it may spin me in circles or around me tied
Crumble me and twist me round in awe
I promise you, my steps shan't ever take pause
Play fast now, sharp and hasty
The music blesses me, I shall let it take me
My passion rests in the notes
Let the song shield my old self like layers of cloaks
I can disappear in this
I can appear anywhere on the earth
To my ears kiss after kiss
Ah, I am uncontrolled and uncontrollable from this mirth!
Round in circles yo
Reader X Germany: legally married!? Chapter 15I opened my eyes. I turn my head seeing mirror of myself. I lift myself up to a sitting position. I touched my head. I felt bandages. I look at my head that also wrap up in bandages. I look around only my eyes. I was in a room. Who’s room? The door opened. “_______!!!!!!” the women run over to me and hug me. There was other person with her. He was wearing a white coat. “How are you feeling?” he asked. I didn’t answer just stare at them blankly. “______, the doctor asked you a question.” I stare at her. “uh….______ do you recognize this women?” he asked. I shake my head no. the women flip out, “_____!!!!! Stop playing around. It’s me. You’re boss.” I shake my head in confusion. “Can you leave me with her,” he told the boss. My boss left stomping her feet closing the door behind. “______do you recognize that name?” I shake my head no. he sighs, “it figuresReader X Germany: legally married!? Chapter 152 years ago in Romance More Like This
sewer rati am a sewersewer rat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
full of stench and rot
and human waste
(i am a waste of a human)
filled with rats
because only these
diseased contagion monsters
could pretend i'm worth something more
than just a receptacle
like maybe i can converse
like maybe i'm a good listener
like maybe i'm more than just a body
and i have a mind
and someone could maybe love this
for more than it's worth
so i don't have to turn myself
so that my bones show to the eyes
who see the damage
but do nothing
because it's so
his mother in readingit might've been the weighthis mother in reading4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she gained in her
hips and stomach
her only child,
or the heft of responsibility
brought on by jobs and bills
and eviction notices,
but she wasn't beautiful
some key element
left her skin empty
and let it sag
and slump like her shoulders.
she looked like wet laundry
hung like papier mache
streamers dragged down
by a cold summer rain.
it choked the life out of her
i can see it in her eyes
in her face
she just sits in front of the television
she doesn't feel love anymore-
telling a story that has no end,
breaking her heart just to feel again-
there is a big nothing
where love should be.
A Reichenbach Poem (BBC Sherlock)It’s been awhile since you fell down to Earth from the skyA Reichenbach Poem (BBC Sherlock)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My, how our time together had gone by
First you were here and then you're not
And now you're in a Coffin, left to rot
I still remember that day you ended our final call
The day I wasn't able to break your fall
I didn't believe that any of it was real
But as I approached, there was no pulse to feel
I just want to say, you were never a lie
So I stubbornly refuse to say goodbye
I am all alone now, and I owe you so much
Look at me now; I'm back on a crutch
I want you back; I don't care what you said
So I’m begging you Sherlock, Please, don't be Dead.
The American Obesity ProblemThe American Obesity Problem4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fit into someday and, when I didn't lose the weight, decided to wear anyway because, "If I spend more than $30 on pants I better damn well find a way to squeeze into them." You may have caught a glance of ponytail resting on my back, or a peek at several of my lower chins. But
Middle SchoolIt's a place where you can't tell the things that stand out from the ones that fit in. Everything is loud, dramatic, and tragic. Everything is about what you see and know, and what you don't will be used to stab your back later. No one is safe and everyone is looking for someone to trust. Nothing's stable. Nothing's certain. What keeps you alive today will be your downfall the next. Everything is as dramatized as this bit of writing. The things that are small, light, and simple are easily crushed. Being a child is outlawed, and being an adult is tasteless. Groups provide structure and allows for more hate. Everyone tries to fit in and they all want to stand out. No one can think or speak without permission. The rules you follow to stay happy break the rules that are spoken. Chaos is everywhere and everyone's smile is fake.Middle School4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
ADPADP: Accidental Destruction of PlantsADP4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spring, it's coming again. Finally. I was almost afraid it would stay away this year... But it won't. It's coming back. Hooray! Because not only spring is coming, but also little animals such as ducks, sheep, cows, etc. And of course, flowers.
So beautiful, flowers. It's kind of a habit of my aunt to give me (and my sister) a little plant for Easter. The only problem is that I truly can't keep a plant alive. It's not an exaggeration this time. I just keep killing plants! Not on purpose, of course, but they keep dying. Once I got a little plant (which was supposed to produce some kind of weird strawberries, but honestly, I've never seen anything like that...)
I kind of forgot about that plant... So it slowly died of thirst and lack of attention.
The second plant I got was truly beautiful. The flowers were all kinds of yellow and it was growing really well. Because I remembered what I had done to my previous plant, I decided this one was definitely N
Fic: Dear AndreFic: Dear Andre4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's been a few months, hasn't it? Yet, it feels like it was only yesterday that you left so suddenly, the wound still fresh in my heart. Who would've thought we would make it that far, my love? Who would've thought that what we had would blossom in such a wondrous, beautiful way ?
No one, not even me- and I still curse myself for letting so much time go by, so much time we could've spent together, reveling in the warmth of our love but I had been too stubborn, too blind to your undying devotion
My sweet Andre, you were ever so forgiving. You never held that against me and instead wrapped me tenderly in your arms, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, sweet words that were so sincere and heartfelt it touched me in the deepest part of my soul, made me feel loved and protected like a true woman.
It was something I didn't know I needed, but I did ever so desperately and only you could have awakened that in me.
But we got ripped from that didn't we? We
RejectionRejectionRejection8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All my life I felt rejected.
All my life I felt neglected.
All my life was a living hell,
Ordered to get out of my protective shell.
My life was really sad, indeed
And I cant see the person I need.
I cant find the person I need the most,
I feel that all my life Ive been a ghost.
All my tears were replaced with grief,
All I wanted was just a relief.
Come break me down
Burie me, burie me now
I am finished with my life.
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all."Complicated4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?"
"There is nothing wrong with you."
"Can you say that again?"
"I said, you aren't sick!"
"Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway."
"You're a hypochondriac."
"What?! Listen you-"
"Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing."
"So. What did the doctor say?"
"That it's complicated."
"Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out."
"You sound skeptical."
"You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class."
"And about how your heart races and your hands shake."
"And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate."
"Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you."
"Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Tell me something. Have you noticed
8: Beauty and the BeastDid all of it really happen? Is Edmund truly…dead?8: Beauty and the Beast2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth sat before the fireplace in her bedroom, her feet tucked beneath her and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was still trembling after all that had happened, and though she tried to breath evenly, her heartbeat wouldn’t slow even a little.
Garrett had disappeared several hours before with an unconscious Fiona in his arms and a shaken, bleary eyed Mr. Gibbs close at his side.
Beth had asked to help, wanting to be close by when Fiona woke, but both men had insisted that she too needed to rest after her ordeal, and so she had been left with no other choice but to wait anxiously in her bedroom for word of Fiona’s condition.
In an effort to keep her mind off of her worry over Fiona, she busied herself by removing the bandages from her arm and leg.
“Strange,” she murmured when the bandages fell away. Not a scratch marred her pale skin, and there were no scars. To anyone else, it would appear
why jk rowling embodies depression as dementorsi wanted to talk to you about happinesswhy jk rowling embodies depression as dementors3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but i don't think anyone in this room is qualified to talk about something
they probably don't know much about, and
how it spends most of its time
seeping out of your skin in whatever ways it can
because maybe your body is too toxic for it.
that's when you start having your moment.
the moment when you're not sure
how to be alive,
when strings become nooses
in the stars of your eyes,
thin objects mock your bones
and the instruments of your heart
act like knives thirsting for blood.
pavement shatters underfoot.
the cracks become teeth,
sharp and unfriendly as you pass;
they're grey, great sheaves of skin.
the world is alive, but unfriendly and cold.
so we sink back into what we're used to.
the way settling into sadness
is like settling into bed after a long day.
so they put you on everything they can find.
prozac, where you stayed miserable.
abilify, where you stayed miserable.
seroquel, where you stopped eating
when being treated for having stoppe
STP-We're Coming Home AgainTo New York, this Sunday was just like any other Sunday. It just so happened to be the 10th Anniversary of September 11th.STP-We're Coming Home Again4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In past years, he would have woken up with tears already streaming down his face, because the pure emotion coming from his people was just too much to handle mentally, sometimes. In any year after 2004 he would have woken up with Quebec next to him, and then would have rolled over and wrapped an arm around the Canadian, waking him, and the two would have stayed in bed for as long as New York needed to, talking about anything while Quebec wiped away the many tears that fell.
And today he did wake up next to Quebec, but instead of feeling tears on his cheeks he just felt calm. Today was any other day of the year, and today was the anniversary of the attacks, but it felt different. He had no idea what time it was, but there were no racing thoughts in his head, no flashbacks of fire and airplanes, and the world was a pleasant silence. New York rolled ov
SaxLulinda died today.Sax4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I find out when I see Bobsy at the club. I'm taking out my sax and he's playing with a hat when he just says "Lu's dead," just like that, almost like talking about the weather.
I say, "what?" and he just looks at me and keeps playing with the hat so I know it wasn't a joke and I turn around to stare him full in the face. "How'd she die?" I ask him, and he drops the hat and moves to his piano without picking up his feet. "How'd she die?" I ask again, but he opens the cover to the piano and that is Bobsy's way of saying he's done talking.
So, we go to Eggs, sax and I, and he's just drinking some liquor at the table with his chin and his hands so I don't see why I can't ask him. I sit down beside him; sling my sax across the chair, and say, "How'd Lulinda die?" Eggs's eyes get really heavy when he drinks, heavy like they are right now, and he looks at me with those basset hound eyes and says, "Lu? Dead? Oh, I dunno." I'm about to ask again when Lori and Bobsy come to t
The Love is Gone ((Loki x Reader))I locked myself away from the world as I hid in my room. Silent tears fell from my eyes as I buried my face into my soft downy pillow and wept. He doesn’t care anymore for my well-fair nor does he care for me. There are too many parties full of lovely ladies and he has become too popular. Now I am forgotten.The Love is Gone ((Loki x Reader))6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember our times we had together staring into the night sky and counting the stars on the rainbow bridge as we cuddle close together. I remember his arm wrapped around my waist as he introduce me to the guests who would come and visit the palace. I recall the smile on his face when he would look my way and wink causing me to blush. I could still the softness of his raven black hair on the palms of my hands.
His voice is ringing in my ears as I thought about our first and last fight that broken my heart into tiny pieces. “You told me you love me,” I cried loudly and fell on my knees in front of his throne, “You promised we will be together forever.”
Trick or Treat (Bucky x Reader)Trick or Treat (Bucky x Reader)7 months ago in Romance More Like This
Warning(s): Set after Captain America: Winter Solider, Cussing (More than normal)
Title: Trick or Treat
Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes (A.k.a Bucky) x Reader
Word Count: 2,228
Today was October 31st and that meant that today was All Hallows Eve, a.k.a Halloween. Now, it was easy to tell that you loved the holiday that allowed you to dress up and not get weird looks from neighbors. You used to decorate your house to the extreme when Halloween would come around, yet this year you were unable to because you had just moved into a tiny apartment that S.H.I.E.L.D. had provided for you.
Yes, you were an agent for S.H.I.E.L.D., a new one but still a agent. You had been recruited after Loki had decided to be a big butt-hole and come down to Earth to try to rule it. After that incident, S.H.I.E.L.D. decided that they needed to bring in a few more skilled agents into the force, and you happened to be one of them. You had been living in Paris, France when you first met Natasha Rom
Under the Mistletoe with Loki You spun around and met a suit clad chest, your (e/c) eyes wandered up and met emerald green, your breath hitched in your throat as you saw Loki standing there, his suit was black, with a black shirt, and a dark metallic green tie, his hair slicked back and wore a smirk that made you melt.Under the Mistletoe with Loki1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Good evening, (name)," he spoke low, you shuffled under his gaze as heat formed in your cheeks, you thought you'd be as red as your dress, Loki had been your crush for months after be decided not to try and rule earth, 'too much trouble for worthless mortals' he said, but you became a personal guard to him, making sure he stayed out of trouble, after a while he came to trust you, talking to you more, confiding in you, you slowly felt yourself falling madly in love with the god of mischief, “care to explain this mortal holiday to me?”
“Well... first you need mistletoe, a leaf from a tree, and if you get caught standing under it, you have to...” You had trouble finding yo
Despite all this, I still love you (BrucexReader)Two years of dating, of being with the man you loved. There were so many reasons to be grateful for that; not everyone could say the same.Despite all this, I still love you (BrucexReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were seated in a fancy restaurant, the same one you shared your first date. Bruce had even gotten the same table. The two of you always went here for your anniversaries and you hoped you could repeat that tradition again and again.
The man before you fidgeted, running a hand through his greying hair. You always loved the way he did that. You grabbed his other hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze.
The dinner was quiet, both of you talking with eye contact or touches. Those two years of happiness taught you that the man in front of you was perfect, even with the 'other guy.' You enjoyed the company of Hulk as well.
"Have you been happy these two years," Bruce asked after dabbing his mouth with a napkin.
"I think they've been the best years of my life, actually." You couldn't help but smile at the soft blush that came to his cheeks.
"Even with my
Stamps - Rus + DenSummery: Russia, sitting alone, contemplating an old ally after the fall of Soviet.Stamps - Rus + Den4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The year was 1993. Russia, now, no longer Soviet but once again Russia, sat alone in his study, only a single table lamp lit in order to illuminate his work space leaving the rest of the room dim and dark. Not that there was anything to see in the rest of the room, it carried only the bare necessities for a study.
The Slav was admiring two small squares of printed paper.
They were tiny, really. So very small. Small enough to easily lie at the end of his thumb. Small enough, light enough that a damp fingertip could pick one up. And yet, they symbolized so much.
500 years. Allies.
But even with that, the two squares represented still more.
Russia contemplatively swiped his hand over the one not written in his beautiful Cyrillic script. Had the letters not been so tiny, he would have traced them.
DANMARK 1493-1993 RUSLAND
He wondered briefly why Denmark had chosen to celebrate i
Autumn's Whisper's (Steve x Reader)Autumn's Whisper's (Steve x Reader)7 months ago in Drama More Like This
Carefully Steve stepped slowly within the woods condescending silence. The crackling of the dry fallen leaves was the only sound that echoed around him as he made his way onwards. Red, Orange and Yellow leaves dissipated beneath his feet as he carried onwards.
He knew not where he was going. Steve only knew that he wanted to bask within the coming winters presence as Novembers presence promised the soon to be coming of winter.
Steve turned his face away slightly as he willed away the tears threatening to spill from his crystalline eyes. “The 21st... of December” he mumbled to himself as he gazed at the dead leaves that consumed the forest's floor.
'She was winter her self... she came into my life and her first gaze towards me froze my heart instantly,' Steve thought gently as he realized suddenly, that the only thing he wished now was to only bask within (Name's) presence again. He thought to himself silently.
'No', Steve shook his head slightly to rid his mind of such usel