It's Too HotIt's Too Hot10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've never written a giftfic before. I don't think I've ever actually done a piece of writing intended to be a gift for someone before now...I've done bits with people in mind, or inspired by various others, or collabs and stuff, but never outright as a gift. I'm not sure if I can do it right. WOOHOO I SUCK. Maybe this won't be a good gift at all, and instead it will be a big disappointment. DARN IT. But I already did a picture as a gift before, and there's a mental image in my head that I think I can work with instead. I SHALL BE DIFFERENT.
Watch this be hideously out of character. Arrrgh.
Here's hoping I do this right. LYX, fer yer birthday.
The convenience store had long been abandoned, plans made to renovate, innovate, reinvent the small building having never completely come to term. Aborted before really given life. Piles of rubble and old signs littered the small parking lot, indications of various unfulfilled promises that this building would become more than what had been left.
Yellow Love StoryYellow Love StoryYellow Love Story8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was boring.
Why not stay in bed this morning? Her blond hair on the yellow pillow. The ceiling had a pale white color. Maybe she might change it?
The same dream each night. Why dreaming? Nothing is becoming true... She closed her eyes.
She's a nurse in the biggest hospital of Frisco. She remembers this man she nursed once. Blond-haired, a sensual voice, gentle. She often thought of him. She would like so deeply to fall in love.
Maybe she could escape from this material life. From the tram each morning, from the clock, from the shopping... A white rabbit is running in her room, he's dressed, he seems to be late, he entered into the mirror of her dressing-table.
It seemed strange to her because he went through it, like if he went on the other side of the mirror. She stood up. Went near the dressing-table. She saw on it all what she left last night before going to bed, even the sandwich (with jam) which she had not eaten.
She looked inside the mirror. The refl
The Art of... Seduction?The Art of... Seduction?10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mr. Wonka," a breathy, feminine, inherently grating voice called, and it took all of Wonka's willpower to not cringe at the sound.
Since he didn't have any willpower, he cringed openly, and turned, forcing a smile that made his gums hurt. "Yes? Everything all right, then?"
Violet Beauregarde's mother stood in front of the chocolatier, normally wide and glassy eyes half-lidded and cloudy. "Mr. Wonka, I was just wondering about this..." She took a step forward, and Wonka took a quick step backwards. "This prize that you're giving out."
"O...Oh?" he whimpered, feeling overwhelmed by the woman's forceful presence. He smiled, weakly, clearly not liking being so close to Ms. Beuregarde. "I...Now, why would you want to spoil a surprise? Heh, you're funny." He made a desperate attempt to flee, but she touched – just touched – his jacket, and he froze up in confusion.
"Oh, I promise not to tell Violet. And besides, we both know she's going to win it..."
"D...Do we, now?" Wonka whimpered
fakeI smile and laughfake7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but inside I'm dying
you can't hear my thoughts
you don't see me crying
I've learnt to be quiet
I've learnt to hide
to pretend to be happy
and ignore what's inside
you like to think nothing's wrong
you like to think I'm okay
you like to see me "happy"
even if it's not really that way
happy and bubbly
can't you see it's fake?
you choose not to see past it
and that's your mistake
one day when I'm crying
no longer able to hide
then you'll see the pain
that all along has been inside
Samhain - VincentCid FF7 FicCid always assumed that Halloween was for kids who liked to get diabetes at the ripe age of twelve. He likes the idea of Jack O'Lantern and spooks and getting shit-faced while watching horror movies from times that nearly predated Mako energy.Samhain - VincentCid FF7 Fic10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It doesn't mean he ever does anything for the holiday – other than get shit-faced and watch horror movies, of course.
Over the year since Midgar was destroyed, Rocket Town has boomed, growing nearly twice it's original size practically overnight. Many families from the city flocked to Rocket Town, and he doesn't mind the fact that now there are kids in the streets, playing soccer and, occasionally, coming to him to hear about what, exactly, happened to Midgar and the old Shin-Ra Twenty-Seven that had been in the field for so long.
So now, the items store holds baseballs and bats, hover-boards and, 'tis the season, costumes ranging from scary to adorable, three years to fifteen. Most kids nowadays make their own co
Darkness and NightmaresA cold chill runs up and down your spine. A feeling you've never felt before. A feeling that makes you stop. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end. Your breath catches in your throat. What do you do? Do you turn around? Do you look to see what lies behind? Or do you run? Do you take the cowards way out and escape whatever could lie around that corner, or...Darkness and Nightmares8 years ago in Horror More Like This
You turn the corner. Your heart is pounding in your throat. You try to keep your breathing calm, quiet. As you look cautiously around the corner, you see a pair of eyes, the color of flame, staring back at you. Directly at you. Into your eyes. Into your soul.
A blood curdling scream escapes your lips. But it's too late to run. A set of clawed hands reach out from the darkness and wrap themselves around your waist, holding your struggling f
Pain InsideTheres a constant painPain Inside7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel deep inside
from the simple task
of trying to breathe.
A black disease that taints my lungs.
Little creatures roam around inside
piercing my sides with
pitchforks and dynamite.
A knife that lives within my stomach
slices and tears my muscles apart.
A thousand and fifty-two pills
unable to heal this constant pain.
a black disease
that taints my lungs.
Sleep takes me away to another place
but once I wake up, it starts all over again.
This constant pain I feel deep inside
needs to die or fucking fly.
The drugs I take won't even cure this pain
I'm out of options of things to try.
Heroin HabitHeroin Habit7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Troubled and lonely,
his family unknown;
a hideous habit
began to unfold.
Injecting dope into his veins
it was the only way he knew
to escape the pain.
So addicted, so abusive
yellowish scabby skin
and sunken expressions
this boy looked disgusting.
Strung out for days on end
he hated his current trend.
Wanting to change - to him
it seemed impossible.
Everyone around him shared this
h e r o i n h a b i t.
Knowing the ones he shouldn't be
We are the Earth's DisgraceWere the disgrace on the face of this earth.We are the Earth's Disgrace7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too embarrassed to admit, we choose to look the other way.
Too ashamed to agree, we shake our heads and run away.
But when will we humans finally realize
that this damage we are causing cannot be undone?
The majority of people just dont care
as they're oblivious to the reality
that nobody dares to share.
Will this planet seek its own end
or will our actions finalize this hideous trend?
Observant only to possible profits
Im surprised they haven't attempted
to sell us one-way tickets to a galaxy
that guarantees all of our dreams.
GunslingingGunslinging11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
says the author at our building door,
"that there are no fires in Brooklyn."
But he is blind at 8:00,
and too easily persuaded by the dole of feminists
skinned by gabbling coins,
as good a donation as a hunger artist could hope for.
His only subjects of choice are
and the sexual affections of male ballet dancers;
but he has never broached them in the same conversation.
This is why. This is why,
when we hear him talking about fire,
we are all thrown from the memory
of our standard/gather-round/assumed positions,
and why we all
to find vacant plots on the cement around him,
and whip out our lighters and dear cigarettes:
agile, self-mangling gunslingers,
we have been prepared for this pleasant novelty
I messed upI dunno what to say nowI messed up7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cause words can't change a thing
I wish you were mine
I'd do anything
baby baby I'm sorry
I know I messed up
I dunno if we could work
but I know we could try
I feel like a piece of me is missing
and we've never even been properly together
never felt your lips on mine
and I already messed up my chance
I know you once felt for me
wish I could bring that back
seeing you gives me butterflies
and I miss you when you're gone
things are awkward now
and I hate it so much
I fell for you so fast
then went and screwed things up
I had already planned our future
we were gonna be together for a long time
I was ready to settle
lose my player ways
you seemed to lose interest
he was my first love
he wanted me and I liked feeling wanted
I'm so so so sorry
let me tell you a secret
I've never told a soul
while I was kissing him
the love of my life for two years
I WAS THINKING OF YOU
No Thrill I find no thrill in the over dramatics.No Thrill8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this and that of
who fucked who.
- who really cares,
other than your
What's the need to be so drastic?
Pitch your voice
Music to Murder ByThe music is unsettling.Music to Murder By7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My minds in disarray.
My heart races, frightened,
By the music that he plays.
His melodies are threatening.
My mind wants to surrender.
My heart fights to rebel,
Against notes maliciously tender.
The dissonance is creeping,
Deep into my heart.
His words pull me closer,
While theyre tearing me apart.
Air is stolen from my lungs,
By his deceitful poetry.
Each note a needle piercing,
Into every part of me.
His song nears its end,
Drawing out harmonic lies.
Now comes the final cadence.
Within his music I have died.
A Friendly PoemThis Happiness insideA Friendly Poem8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This Joy I find
From you being So Kind
Tender in the Mind
When I was alone
With no one around
You were there for me
A new Love now Found
I always smile
Because you are there
A special friend
That always Cares
It is Clear
That you are Sincere
And Always Here
I'm happy to have you Near
I fall too?A Boy filled with SadnessI fall too?8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Razor in his hand
What could hurt more
Than losing a friend?
He's crying all that he feels
Every single little teardrop
As he slits his wrist
Wanting his pain to Stop
Lying on the cold floor
A face with a lost stare
Him feeling he is worthless
As he bleeds everywhere
A Boy filled with Sadness
From what he feels within
Nothing hurts worse
Than losing a friend
A Girl holding a Secret
Afraid of being hated
She holds no ordinary Secret
This one being Complicated
She cries every night
Her life is a mess
Having every reason
To be depressed
She takes out a razor
You know the rest
I've tried to help her
I tried my best
A Girl holding a Secret
One that is so Deep
Passing it on to me
Her Secret I will Keep
I'm left here Praying
Grieved with all their Sorrows
Wondering if I should lead
Or maybe I should Follow
This Boy and Girl
Are the ones I love most
They are my friends
The ones I hold close
My blade longs for blood
A taste of bitter sadness
I am tempted to give in
YouR SonGif once i heard your songYouR SonG8 years ago in Open More Like This
i wont knOw wt it 'll bring
may be i feel some joy
or may be i feel nothing
no meaning for the melody
if words couldn't be ur remedy
hear me so well
i came here just to tell
if u think of some song
could change wt u feel
may be u could be right
and i should be so wrong
but as i saw in life
no song could change ur life
u only will feel blue
or may be feel nothing
so don't think of any song
or wt change it'll bring
only see 4 ur self
DIDN'T change a thing
NOT BY ACTION..AND DEFINITELY NOT BY A SONG
Falling DownI saw too much in life...& as I kept standing with prideFalling Down8 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I never showed it. I didn't tell it, so I said to myself
You will ache in silence....they can throw you behind
Leave you alone ....crashing the love inside
But your eyes will scream with pain ...all the pain u hold.... within
Collapsing over there, having no one to hold your hand...
no one to be beside.
Seeking to reach some where to hide
were you falling in a maze...?
Where no one can ever find?!
why did u left your place?
What did you want to find?
What could make you stop to breathe?
Was it serious....?!!
did you stand there hopeless?!!
No one to care any more for you!! no one would ever believe you!!
No one...and u knew ...
you won't be missed, you were not blessed
You felt down...u were no more exist..!!!
And as u were falling fast....like a lightning strike
Youd remembered every thing, every word. Shattered your heart in a million part punishing you with out a single sin ....no fair
Every back was turned awa
Toxin OxygenToxins pour within my skinToxin Oxygen7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with every breath of oxygen.
I'm the supplier for my brain;
fixing myself doses to keep me sane.
Feeling lost within this world
I'm a balloon soaring in the sky.
I'm lost at sea with no hope in mind:
telling myself lies to empower my pride.
My thoughts are an enemy; my body a slave.
This is the only life I've learned to live.
Standing ThereStanding there in the middle of no where...Standing There8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
got nothing else to do but to stare
trying to catch the horizon beyond..
you are walking fast...
but the scene isn't going anywhere
do you see where you stand?...
no land...!!! just tons of moving sand..
now you know ...you can not go
your soul is the only part of you..that can get free..
you'll be a part....there is only an end...too late to start
catch your breath...
don't be afraid...
may be you are done...
or going down...
but you still have that spark in mind
will you be wise?!!...
don't let it break your stride
standing there in the middle of no where...
got nothing else to do but to stare
trying to catch the horizon beyond..
that laying there
you got a lot more within...not the right time to keep it hidden inside
just focus hard...
rise up your heart...
sharp your knife....cut thru it fast...to keep in all your past...
i know it's sad..but it's not bad
cut it to
no one caught my fallI break down in tearsno one caught my fall7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know why
but whatever the reason
all I can do is cry
you left your girl
I thought we had a chance
I thought you'd make me happy
be my next romance
we spoke so much
flirted for a while
but now it's all disappeared
maybe you're just in denial?
have you moved on?
or did you never feel that way?
if I told you how I felt
what would you say?
even though I'm disappointed
even though I'm confused
this is not the reason for my tears
but it has left my heart bruised...
I'm bored out of my mind
grounded - how fun
but this is not the reason
that my tears have begun
I'm sad and hurt
bored and alone
angry and betrayed
wanting to be left on my own
she has failed me
when I needed her so much
but she's been there in the past
she kept in touch
I'm crying for no reason
no reason at all
I guess that I'm guessing
cause no one caught my fall
Lying on the floorI walked down the winding street,Lying on the floor7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reached my house and opened the door.
Trekked up the stairs and into my room
where I laid on the bed wishing I were dead.
Thinking of the way you looked at me today,
the words you said that put an ache in my head.
Choking back my tears, my body is shaking.
Not knowing what to do I stand up
to find something sharp.
Anything... so long as it's sharp
I just need to make this pain go away.
Rolling up my sleeves, finding some veins.
Cutting so deep my damn body doesn't even bleed.
Catching me off guard I go deeper and deeper.
Feeling this pain - I know I'm still alive.
Jagged cuts all down my arm
I begin feeling numb.
Feeling like I'm living my dream
I pull myself up off the bed and walk to the phone
I dial your digits - I hear your voice
and suddenly I'm feeling sick.
A rush to my head - dizzy and fuzzy -
I fall to the ground.
Lying here on the floor it feels so good.
Deep pain sinks w
Body ArtBody Art10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bare porous expanse of
Pale skin and hair
Uniform smooth and plain
The possibilities are endless
Blank white of an artist's canvas
Waiting to be given a personality
Stabbed with frozen needles
Burning with rubbing alcohol
Cut, pierced, injected
Sliced, stretched, stapled
Burned with hot iron
To leave a mark
White canvas stretched
Across sinew and nerves
Covering blood vessels and veins
Rippling over muscle and bone
Scarred and pitted with pores
A Whispered NightmareA Whispered NightmareA Whispered Nightmare9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hazel R. Wood
*bows to Maki Murakami* Thank you for creating hyper, cruel, manipulative and hobo characters that I don't own!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Screw the warnings, I can't give anything away!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Back from the dead, Heaven was boring, like my old fanfics. But damn, hell is fun. Hence the new stuff!
Don't own anything. But angst and some OOC with good reason, Never assume!
The chilling wind swirled in his ears, numbing the pain that was seeping into his brain. After seven years it came back to him like a train wreck. He didn't want this to be real, who would? The last couple of years had been a lie, a lie to himself. And the funny thing was, it wasn't even a believable one. He just made it true, made it so the pain disappeared like the illusion he had created.
He was in his apartment in New York City that very morning, attempting to finish another novel. He rubbed his eyes with