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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
gypsies.....Let's be gypsies, traveling dancers-gypsies.....8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've got the know-how,
I've got the looks.
Let's be nomads, coin-catching Capricorns
singing for the common folk
just like in the books.
We'll dance for a dollar.
We'll rhyme for a dime.
We'll travel on the cobblestones
if we find the time.
Rattle our rattles,
vocal chords and tom-tom drums
keep feet light upon the ground
shout to heaven, show your gums
let's be gypsies.
you've got the know-how-
I've got the looks.
rejectionrejection11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I lay alone, crying in my bed,
With a permanent rain cloud over my head,
I feel that life is letting me go,
The whole world goes by so slow,
With me just watching as time goes by,
And I stare at the moon in the dark night sky,
And I wish for just a moment that I wasn't me,
Why cant the people around me see?
That even though im not a work of art,
It doesn't mean you can break my heart,
The soul shattering stares at me you give,
If only you knew how hard my life is to live,
With so many rejections from the closest most dear,
Im screaming inside if only you'd hear,
If I was beautiful would you notice me?
Would I be visible for all to see?
If I was gorgeous, a picture of beauty
Loud outgoing or bubbly a cutie,
Why cant you look inside and see?
Or cant you love me for just being me?
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.
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
Fall of Danton and DesmoulinsI wrote this short piece in honor of the 217th anniversary of the Thermidorian Reaction, when Maximilien and Augustin Robespierre were sent to execution. It's kind of silly, but I felt I should do something to remember them. I hope you like it.Fall of Danton and Desmoulins4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The season was early spring, and even the heaviest shutters could not keep the brilliant Paris sunlight out of my brother's small flat. Maximilien had closed them tightly, preferring to work without the distractions of the Rue Saint-Honoré outside, but even he could not completely block out the world below. Persistent rays slipped between the wooden slats, accompanied by the warm fragrance of spring air. I savored the scent of young flowers and crisp grass, but I knew it would irritate my brother's allergies. Along with these aromas came muffled shouts from the street and the perpetual sawing and hammering of Maurice Duplay's carpentry shop. I snuck a quick glance at Maximilien, who was normally so sensitive to sound. Today he didn't seem t
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
Angel Impersonation(Team Free WillxReader)Summary: You find a trenchcoat among the boxes in the bunker.Angel Impersonation(Team Free WillxReader)1 year ago in Humor More Like This
It was another day of searching through the many rooms of the bunker. Today’s room of choice was one that was dedicated to clothes for various disguises and alias’, along with the occasional box of casual clothing.
“Why did they need so many ties?” Sam questioned. “This is literally the third box I’ve found stuffed with them."
“I don’t know but I must say, I sure do admire their collection of sunglasses,” Dean replied as he slipped on a pair of reflective aviators.
“Hey, hey guys look,” you said as you pulled on a trench coat that was very similar to a certain angel’s. “I’m an angel of the lord,” you said with a lowered voice.
“No thanks (y/n),” Dean said. “One angel is enough to deal with.”
“But Dean,” you said, still trying to sound like Cas, “I’m the one that gripped you t
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))7 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.”
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