The ShowGlossy, hard forest green seatsThe Show5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bolted to the cement ground in rows and columns.
Some are still empty
But most are filled with people grinning with anticipation
Drumming their fingers
Sending texts, making last-minute phone calls,
Talking to people beside them
Or simply just sitting in silence, emotions filling their heads
Waiting for the moment when it all begins to happen.
Returning to their seats with refreshments,
More people fill up the spaces
We climb the hard grey stairs up and up and up
Until you feel you can touch the nearest cloud
Farther up still until you find the place where you're supposed to be.
Not only the place that the slip of paper tells you
But the place that you feel you want to be,
need to be
and you are so, so glad to be there.
I hang the jacket over the back of my seat, and watch the sunset.
To the right of us, children scream in happiness,
And to the left of us, the sun is slowly setting, casting an orange glow on our faces
as we count down the minutes.
31 years.31 years.4 years ago in Horror More Like This
He walked out of the Limo silently, as his wife Yoko passed him to the reception area of the Dakota. He sauntered across the street to his apartment building, surprised no fans were anywhere. When he reached the cold concrete of the sidewalk, he felt two eyes boring into him, as if they could see his soul. He turned to see a young man, maybe twenty-five, gazing at him. He slowly turned his head back, a little uncomfortable, and looked at his watch. 10:51. He just wanted to get home to his son Sean, and rest.
"Mr. Lennon!" He spun to the direction of the voice but saw no one, and he suddenly felt a sharp sting on his back.The place where the pain started began to feel warm and wet against his shirt. His hand started to reach to that sharp pain, but never attained it's destination, for another sharp sting was sent through his body from his back.It was as if his legs no longer wanted to carry him,because he sank as three more pricks echoed in his body. Out of the corner of his eye he saw
Viper's Fury - Chapter 1Viper's Fury - Chapter 15 years ago in Settings More Like This
U.S. Interstellar Marine Corps, Forward Operating Installation SMMC Micheal P. Barrett
Interstellar War I, Argo-Vela Constellation Combat Zone - "Op. Untamed Fury", Vibora Report
Interview with Capt. Jamie Pearson, Staff Sgt. Larry Jones, PO1-SWO Gordon Boudreaux
Reporter - Craig Freeman, CNN-BBC News Affiliate
Recorded Data Archives, 2095.11.10, Nova-VII
Three Naval Infantry soldiers, two Marines and a Navy SEAL, walked the United States Interstellar Marine Corps, FOI SMMC Michael P. Barrett Walk of Remembrance. I quietly followed their march around the barracks, through the fields and onto the shiny black deck where memorials were placed for Marines both missing- and killed-in-action during the First Interstellar War.
Around the base, groups of recruits were being run right into the ground by their drill instructors as they chanted cadences from the Marine Corps years' past. The drill instructors barked the cadence lines and recruits sung along.
"A-lo right, a-lo right la
Missing youThe hair raises on the back of my neckMissing you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as your breath brushes softly against it.
I feel your arm, strong and dependable
wrap around my middle, pulling me close.
A smile is painted on your tender lips
when your cheek nuzzles against mine.
And when I open my eyes,
I could still feel your phantom touch.
Almost as if, you had truly been there.
My Perfect HeavenHeaven, to him, tasted like strawberries.My Perfect Heaven3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rows and rows of fresh, ripe, succulent strawberries. Not the big kinds with perfect heart faces, and seeds aligned in meticulous rows like soldiers, but the kind one finds while venturing through the forest. As red as love, as imperfect and perfect as the moon.
There would be clouds in his marmalade sky. His clouds would never carry rain, just marshmallow fluff. Sweetness that he could only imagine. He loved to imagine.
It would be a land all to himself.
But a land for the whole world.
People would come from near and far to cry. To cry into the vast ocean that would take their tears to a better place. Never to be seen again.
He could fly across that ocean.
He could just spread his arms, close his eyes...and he was there.
Strawberry fields forever.
War Changes Everything -GerItaLove is better left in your dreams, not in the present. Especially not in this time period. It was World War 2. A horrible, lifeless, time. It was where I lost everything: my freedom, my people, and, most importantly, the love of my life. He's always been with me till the very end. Well, I guess it's the end now.War Changes Everything -GerIta4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I slowly opened my eyes to the sunshine coming through the open window. The pillow I rested my head on smelled like beer and pasta. I could hear heavy breathing next to me. I sat up and looked over to my lover, Ludwig. He sat criss-crossed on the soft and messy bed. I could tell he had been up all night.
"Germany, what's the matter?" I asked him, holding his icy cold hand. His eyes were empty pools of blue. Ludwig's skin was paler than normal, which was not a good sign. His chest was rapidly rising and falling with every breath. Germany looked so scared; I've never seen him like this before. Ludwig opened his mouth to speak, his voice cracked slightly.
"Their screams," Ludwig
The Deceitful TextbookThe Deceitful Textbook3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Deceitful Textbook
■ Grimoire ■ 27-? ■ Cleric?
Sun King DreamSun King Dream5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Facing each other, with the wind at a gentle breeze, we sat in the same place again. Just sitting.
"You're here again," He smiled.
My throat got hot and I nodded. I looked all around and said "Yeah...I guess I am."
"So tell me," he started. "What do you need me for? Not like anyone really ever needs a reason," and he winked. I felt my hands get sweaty as I said "I don't have anything I can think of."
I racked my brain, and no. I actually couldn't think of anything right now, except for him. This man, with angelic face and intense dark eyes that held a gaze that lasted forever.
"I think you missed me," he said, and he grinned, rubbing his own knee with his own sweaty palm, as I was.
"I did. I did so much." and I felt tears begin in my eyes.
"Don't do that!" he almost shouted. "You can't do that, love. It hurts me to see you that way, you can't ...you can't do that." he trembled. He brought a finger to underneath my eye, and pushed away a tear. he slid his hand under mine, and held tight
Resident Courage: Chapter 1Resident Courage: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Nowhere
We see Muriel, Eustace, and Courage, driving along the Spanish countryside. Once again Muriel won another vacation, this time for a glorious week in Spain, but the only problem, they're lost.
"Eustace, are you sure you know where we are." Asked Muriel.
"Yeah. Stop questioning my sense of direction." Said Eustace.
Courage looked out the window at the Spanish countryside, and shivered. The landscape seemed to be getting creepier and creepier. The forest they were driving through was turning a sickly shade of brown and the trees looked very dead. And a strange fog seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.
"How can you see anything in all this fog." Said Muriel, "Face it man, we're lost!"
"We're not lost!" shouted Eustace "I'm just not 100% percent sure where we are."
"Sense of direction, indeed."
"Don't start with me Muriel!"
"You're so stubborn! Why don't you just stop and ask for directions."
"Because I don't need directions."
"You just said-" BAM a f
Pisces FishPisces Fish4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Pisces Fish: One
The river runs through my soul
George Harrison woke up in the bedroom of his sixteenth floor apartment in a sweat. He'd had the strangest dream that he had been in a Vietnamese rice paddy helping villagers harvest the rice when the sound of giant propellers on a helicopter came whipping through the fields and scaring the workers, and him, half to death. He saw the pilots as green people; not like Martians from vintage posters from the 1950s, but more like hairless chimpanzees with green skin and dark orbs for eyes. They grinned at him and he told the villagers not to worry. And somehow, though he was speaking Vietnamese, he understood them and himself. But there was cause to worry, for the green chimps cast nets over the workers in the rice paddies and began to lift them off the ground to take them to some mysterious place. George tried to grab on to the nets and the struts of the helicopters. He tried to call out to the kidnappers and the people in the ne
Holding Hands -- GerIta"Germany~ Germany~ Will you hold my hand?"Holding Hands -- GerIta6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The man stared at the brunet next to him as if he had just uttered a declaration of World War III.
"Hold your hand?"
"Mmhmm! Just until we get home, please~?" Big brown eye stared up at him expectantly, a surge of fidgets seemingly overtaking the Italian. "Please, please, please, please, Germany?"
The pair stood outside one of the nicest Italian restaurants that could be found in Berlin (chosen on the Italian's request--he really could never get enough pasta), the sun setting on their Valentine's Day. Which, the German noted with a bit of relief, had been much more successful than the last Valentine's Day they had spent together; a day he had been desperately trying to forget for a year. The dinner had been blessedly uneventful, and even quite enjoyable. Once he got over the embarrassed paranoia that everyone's eyes had to be glued on the couple (really, he would have to admit that two men eating dinner alone on Valenti
Happy Birthday JohnJohn Lennon would have been 71 today. He and Yoko Ono would probably be quietly sitting in Central Park, still so much in love with each other, eating breakfast, drinking coffee, and watching the world go by.Happy Birthday John4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I wonder what a guy like John Lennon would have to say about the state of the world today? It's not all that different from when he was around, is it?
In due respect, I am wearing glasses that look like his, but are not the same. I will continue to wear them all day. And I have been listening to his songs.
I've been posting since 3PM on Facebook John Lennon quotes. Here are some of themI'm putting 24, for every hour, there is a quote to think about.
The more I see the less I know for sure.
Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.
If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that's his problem. Love and peace are eternal.
Still the Same -GerIta-Summary: Germany finally comes home after the war. But he's a little... different than what Italy remembers.Still the Same -GerIta-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Italy sighed as he bounced around the house, hair pulled back under a bandana as he dusted. He needed to work off his nervous energy, and cleaning had always calmed him down.
The war was over, the dust had settled, and he would finally see Ludwig again.
He'd gotten a letter, just this morning, saying that his boss was finally letting him visit. As soon as he'd worked his way through enough paperwork to justify visiting to himself, Ludwig would be on his way to Italy. He would be arriving sometime today or tomorrow, and Italy could barely contain himself.
It had been far too long since he'd been in Ludwig's arms. Letters just weren't the same after you'd had them right next to you for years.
Far too soon, the house was spotless, and Italy sprawled out on the couch at a loss for what to do next. It was too early to cook, but in his cleaning frenzy he'd m
GermanyxItaly Keep Me In Your Memory"Don't !" The Italian cried.GermanyxItaly Keep Me In Your Memory3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm sorry, I don't have a choice." Ludwig said as he bent down to grab the handle of his bag.
"You can't!" Feliciano pled, fresh tears blinding him.
He reached out for the German in front of him and grasped onto his uniform, entangling his fingers in the fabric. "You can't leave me! You can't!" he continued to cry
Ludwig tightened his grip on his bag. He let out a shaky breath. Why did it have to be so hard?
"I'm sorry, Italy." He said plainly, trying to keep himself calm.
Ludwig continued walking but Feliciano's grip tightened, making it slightly harder for him to continue as if nothing was happening.
"I-I promise! I'll get up extra early to train if that will make you happy! I'll try to be stronger if that's what you want me to be! I'll be anything you want me to be! Just don't go!"
Ludwig squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep himself from getting teary eyed. He didn't realize how desperate the little Italian would be. He didn't say anyt
A LetterDear -----,A Letter3 years ago in Letters More Like This
My name is LAS, and I'm a sophomore from Pennsylvania. Music is a huge part of my life, and for the past few years I've been in the NW Marching Band. It has around 90 members in it, all from the ages of 11 to 19. This year, one of our directors asked us to perform an absolutely amazing show. It was called "Haunted", and it told the story of a girl going through a haunted house. From January to the beginning of June we worked together to make the idea come alive. When band season officially started mid-July, we put our hearts and souls into something we knew was already in jeopardy.
The town where our school is located is quite small, with around 2000 people in its population. Thus, some community church members were quite disturbed by our show choice. They were concerned about us being influenced by evil spirits and the like. Our band directors assured them it was all for entertainment, much like a horror movie or a haunted house. Unfortunately these people could
GerItaSome days I just can't help it. My mind drifts off, even during training, getting lectured by my boss. It always wanders to the Italian. The happy, go-lucky Italian. He's useless, loves pasta, but I can't help but love it. It's practically impossible to live without him. His hapiness makes me happy. I've never admitted it, but I love him. Sure, we're only supposed to be allies, but I think there is something more. And sure, his brother, Romano, wouldn't agree, but hey, it's a choice I have to make. Feliciano... It's a breath of fresh air. He brings joy to even the most depressing day. Useless, useless Italy... Here, I sigh, wondering how I ever joined up with someone so sweet. He is my only friend, the only one who keeps me going on my worst day. I hate when I yell at him, leaving him even more scared than he probably is of me. Sometimes I wish to wrap my arms around him and hug him, but that's not in my character description. I really do have a softer side than you may see me as. NowGerIta4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Choco Fighting - StoryChoco Fighting - Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inside the chocolate factory, there are candy making machines that process and make candy to ship worldwide.
Outside near the factory were two beautiful women in their twenties strolling together, both with green and purple dresses and slender bodies.
Mythia, the first woman had short green hair with braids near her bangs, clear glasses, emerald green eyes, green mage dress, white pants underneath and green boots.
The second woman with purple short hair, eyes blue as the sky, empress black collar around her head and neck, purple neck collar, dark purple empress dress, purple pants underneath and black heel slippers. She goes by the name, Carmina.
The duo came to a complete stop as they ended up into a candy making factory in the outskirts. The factory was huge like a stadium.
"Do you see what I see?" Mythia said. "I think this is the candy factory."
"You're right." Carmina replied. "Looking at this big building makes me want to crave over sweets and I will end up getting fat."
Pisces Fish 2Pisces Fish 24 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Pisces Fish: Two
Found the latest Pope in a vat of beer
The Club Abba-Maroo was filled with couples dirty dancing and people drinking cocktails and hard liquor. George sat at the bar and looked down into his glass of Jim Beam, downed the drink in one swallow, and promptly asked for another shot. The bartender poured another half-inch into the glass and stopped.
"Hey hey!" said George. "Put a little more in there, mate."
The man rolled his eyes and poured more in until the glass was half full of whiskey. George nodded and threw the liquor down his throat, barely even tasting it but feeling the burn of the alcohol run down into his chest and begin to course through his veins. Drunk. That's what he wanted to be. Drunk as a dead badger. Drunk and passed out so he couldn't feel the dull ache of the finalization of his divorce. Drunk, and perhaps dead.
"So, you're feelin' that bad, huh?" a voice said from next to him.
George turned to see a man of perhaps 50 years old, yet with
my wishi wanna be lovedmy wish5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wanna be cared about
but instead i'm shoved
away and someone
everyone can live without
TLWMsT 2following the simple day of another day...TLWMsT 23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your not going to change and nether am I,
but you know we both want to, even when we don't.
Ode to Ozzy OsbourneOde to Ozzy OsbourneOde to Ozzy Osbourne4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
© Alec Damiano, 2011
I'm not the kind of person you think I am
I'm not the Antichrist or the Iron Man
I have skeletons locked up in my brain
From going off the rails of life's Crazy Train
I was born in a town, Aston was its name
The fate of those living there would all be the same
Working machinery till one dropped dead
But I'd do something special, my old man had said
I sang with Black Sabbath and made it alone
But never forgot my past from my Heavy Metal throne
My folks were barely able to buy me some shoes
I've been blamed for devil-worship, though it was untrue
I've eaten cabbage boiled in Brillo Pads
I bit the head off both a dove and a bat
I've battled with drugs and sobriety
How I'm still alive is a mystery to me
I lost my best friend in a nasty plane crash
I made hit records when the critics talked trash
I have a great family and a loving wife
I'm blessed to have made it this far in my life
My dream...?My dream...?4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
One day I (unknown person) was getting ready to practice a play with The Beatles!! I am soooo excited! I get dressed into my costume, and put on my makeup. I walk out, and see THEM dressed in cute little play costumes. I greet them and blush when I see George. It's as if we were connected from the beginning! We begin practice, and we recite our lines. After, all these women who loved George Harrison came in and took him away!!
After some research and a long wait, I found out where he was. I dressed in a spy suit and creeped off to where he was. I found the lair, and busted in. I beat up one of the workers and stole her outfit. I walked around, pretending to be one of the workers. But as I made my way to George's room, I noticed there was a lot of ROBOTIC Georges. Weird.... I went into the room, and the Robo-Georges noticed I wasn't a worker, they started to try to get me. I saw George, the real one, and he saw me. He started to panic, for he was wrapped up in rope and his mouth was tap
Black and Blue QueenI am no princessBlack and Blue Queen5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I am no king
I am no Dutchess
I am a black and blue Queen
It's usually blue
but it's snow-white
once in a while
Only to feel something new
high like a kite
then on the ground in a pile
Some times I'm with you
and often I fight
to collapse in the bile
I am no eyed-apple
I am no sweet-pea
I am no pumpkin-pie
I am a cyanide Sweet Tea
It's usually blue
but it's snow-white
once in a while
Only to feel something new
high like a kite
then on the ground in a pile
Some times I'm with you
and often I fight
to collapse in the bile