Fade to WhiteFade to White3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take me to the wild
wide edge of blue
and I shall dream of angels,
arms tapering into clouds,
and women in white
and the moths' soft mouths
that mock my oaths.
I shall sleep among the stones
and the pale trees
that grow beneath the ground -
like giants swallowing the dusk.
And I shall find her
tall and waiting
in the ruins,
the billow of her skirt
her eyes lit like candlemass
against the leaves and petals
streaming through the mist.
LK and BT part 12 - BT is really furiousBT walks over to where LK is hammering like a fiend on the keyboard.LK and BT part 12 - BT is really furious2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
BT : How is the book coming along sweetie?
LK ( hesitantly) : Well…
BT (patronizing) : Never you mind little one if this new project of yours did not pan out either
LK (still not looking up) : Well, actually…
BT (even more patronizing) : Oh, well my little one, we won’t bring it up again
LK (looks up from his mac book, frowning) : BT shut up!
BT (shocked) : What????
LK : Actually, this time my scheme really paid off, my story has been bought by Spielberg.
BT (choking) : Spielberg??? As in Steven Spielberg???
LK (smug and gloating) : Yep!
BT (rightfully cowed and taken aback) : Waw! How do you even know Steven Spielberg?
LK : Well I didn’t obviously but your mum did
BT (aghast) : Mum knows Steven Spielberg????
LK : Yep! Don’t let this be known by the tabloids, this is confidential but Steven was quite an addict of “Hunks and Hotties galore” and as the Indiana Jones seri
what is Love?What is love?what is Love?1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I can honestly say I no longer know...
I therefore think when you find love,
live with this strange force that has taken over your heart
and your spent body
you are utterly lost for words
bemused, mystified and a little scared...
It is only when you lack love,
need love, want love, crave love,
that you think you know what love is
oh, then you have it all figured out,
bits and pieces put together from fevered dreams
old loves that went wrong
and the romantic notions from movies and books
But when true love comes along
you just shut up, sit out the ride
pray it will last,
muster the courage to make it work
revel in the utter beauty of it
and thank the gods each day
that made you the recipient of such love
at some point you give up poetry altogether
because there is no better place to be than in his arms
All the words that were your life till now
suddenly soothed by one stroke of his hand
over your willing body
you think, if I get up now,
and go to my bookcase and open my ol
TouchesYou watch as his hand touches yours for only a moment, it's meaningless for him; only a brush of the hand as he's talking. For you it's everything; you live for those thoughtless touches, those friendly, platonic, hugs.Touches4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You go over them at night, count the times his body touched yours in the most innocent of ways. You try to find some hidden meaning in the ways he touches you. Could that hug have meant more than that he was just happy to see you? Could that time his hand brushed yours as you passed your drink to him mean he wanted to touch you as much as you wish you could touch him? Is it all in your head or is it real?
You know you're pathetic. You know you won't ever say anything but still, you can't help the way you can't quite keep your heart rate normal and you can't quite control your tongue when you're around him.
You wait and you watch as he dates other girls, as he talks about other girls, as he touches other girls. You wonder 'will that girl ever be me?' You don't think so b
The Lady of AstolatThe Lady of Astolat4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A dangling weave of tangled threads
Lies mangled on the loom.
The scent of broom and bitter root
Still permeates the gloom.
A shadowed light was all her world,
Wherein the mirror lies -
The misted lake of Avalon,
A dulcimer of sighs.
And she would gaze on Camelot
Within the mirror's glass
A peerless portal to that world,
Its future and its past.
The halcyon days of Arthur's court
In songs of troubadours,
The knights and code of chivalry -
A kingdom she adored.
Weave and spin; spin and weave
Watch the shuttle fly
The days weave out; the days weave in
And I will break the sky.
She felt the waning years' restraint,
The gloom of heart entombed
A shadow play of tragedy
The censed reek of doom.
"Alas, I am a Queen of shades
To bear the cruelest taunt -
To never gaze at Camelot,
Just its reflected haunt."
When on that road to Camelot
She glimpsed a knight so fair,
She turned from mirror to gaze out
And ached to flee her lair.
The shuttle broke within her hand;
The tapestry unfurled;
Too many shoesShoesToo many shoes11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have too many shoes,
or at least I think I do
Honey, do you think so too?
I know now that you love me
I can resist their lure
your love at last
has made me pure
But honey, what about
that last pair of heels so high
that way it is so much
easier kissing you...
Ce que veulent les femmesCe que veulent les femmes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ce que veulent les femmes.
Varlam sortit rapidement de la pièce en claquant si violemment la porte qu'elle manqua de s'extraire de ses gongs. Non celle-là, vraiment, on ne lui avait jamais faite ! Qu'est-ce qui clochait chez les femmes ? Elles vous tournaient autour, vous séduisaient, vous consommaient et ensuite ? Et ensuite, deux options : ou bien elles vous parlaient serments d'amour et promesses de fidélité éternelle, ou bien elles vous claquaient subitement la porte au nez. N'y avait-il pas créatures plus instables et plus incompréhensibles que les femmes ? Une homme était bien plus simple à comprendre, bien plus cohérent. Quand il couchait avec une femme, rencontrée la veille ou le jour même, il ne fallait pas lui demander d'être amoureux. D'abord, un homme avait besoin d'au moins une à deux semaines pour se rappeler le prénom de la belle alanguie dans s
BT and LK part 11 - LK has great plansLK : Ouch, ouch, OUCH!BT and LK part 11 - LK has great plans2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
BT (semi-worried - in an adjacent room but not moving yet) : What's the matter now LK?
LK (yelling across the other room) : Well I shoved this stupid ring on on my tail and now it won't come off, drat oh drat!
BT (getting up reluctantly, crossing the room and looking down on LK) : why the hell have you done that sweetie?
LK : Well, I was playing LOTR and...
BT : LOTR?????
LK : Yes you Barbarian, LOTR! The best book ever written, by the father of all fantasy novels, the great Tolkien! I think you are the only one on the planet who did not read LOTR and between the two of us BT, let me tell you this does NOT enhance your reputation!
BT (thoughtful) : Mmmm, I thought it was all about the Hobbit nowadays...
LK (stopping in mid track of her rant) : Oh, so you know your Tolkien after all?
BT : Well, as it happens, it has everything to do with mum and dad again!
LK : Uh Oh, what has the lady Claire been up to now? I swear that woman gives your poor dad
A Mermaid TailA Mermaid Tail3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There were six of them. There'd been six of them since they could remember. Neverland was the land of never, never aging, never dying, never leaving, and never coming. The six beautiful mermaids darted through the waters to reach the lagoon just in time. Peter was due home any moment and they couldn't miss his return.
Maris was in front, leading everyone in a graceful dance of speed. Her long blonde hair was pulled back as she sped through the water. They swam past the coral reefs they called home and the kelp beds they used for resting. Two dolphins swam alongside her, and she grabbed onto their fins as they pulled her faster. She laughed in the water and two bubbles managed out of her mouth and up to the surface. When she'd reached the lagoon she let go, waved them off, and swam up, pulling herself onto the large rock the girls used to sun. She grabbed an orange starfish from the underside and pushed back her hair out of her face, then lay down and warmed herself in the
Tinderbox HeartTinderbox Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the puddle-drummed madness
of the dawn,
we find ourselves
topple-winged and cresting
like young colts,
the trees closing their eyes
at our haste.
treble-footed and deft,
through a green that yawns -
the mist clinging,
sweet sod of daybreak,
and your thrum-breasted heart
warm as a tinderbox
left beating at my feet.
Chasing GhostsChasing GhostsChasing Ghosts6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Characters by Agent 505
SHALESTONE CITY,USA, 11:45 PM
The moon hung over the night sky, a few stars barely penetrating the haze that blanketed the night. The only sounds that meandered were the occasional clangs of industry and the train making its stops. It seemed like any other night.
The peaceful setting was suddenly shattered as a roar of an engine screamed into the night, tires squealing, rubber burning as the 1977 Oldsmobile jackknifed into the street, the back end striking a trash can, sending it flying with garbage raining down. A skinny man with greasy skin and a dull beanie was behind the wheel while his scruffy compatriot looked out the window, a cocked revolver in hand. Both men wore dark clothing, wool caps and beanies, both eyes alert.
Yo Matt, do you see it? Did we loose it? The driver asked.
His partner was looking franticly in the back. I think we did. Gun it Manny!
Matt sat down and reached into the
Wishful Thinking (Chapter 1)Wishful Thinking (Chapter 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Good morning, Master!” I rolled over, trying to block out the voice. “Master, it is time to awaken, now.”
“Go away.” I grumbled sleepily, hoping that she’d just leave me alone. I buried my face in my pillow. I suddenly felt a weight fall on the mattress next to me. A pair of soft hands touched my shoulder and shook me gently.
“Master, I must insist you awaken immediately!” She whispered kindly. “The sun has risen, and you must go to school, correct?” I finally turned and looked at the girl kneeling next to me. She was young and beautiful. Her skin was tan and her hair was black like a ravens wing. Her eyes sparkled a beautiful blue and her features were delicate, like a flower. She was wearing what appeared to be blue silk dancer garments from some Arabic country complete with a see through blue veil over her face. She was smiling down at me, waiting for me to sit up. I blinked tiredly and sat up slightly.
Passage - Chapter 1Warning time: this is not in any way, shape, or form, going to be canon. It's going to be dark, disturbing, violent, and it will probably end up with sexual content and mature language (I'm sure I'll end up going there eventually). Please don't read this if any of that sounds like it's going to bother you.Passage - Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jaq set the coordinates in the Ebon Hawk's navicomputer, then leaned back in his seat as he felt the ship make the jump to hyperspace.
His orders were to return to Citadel Station on Telos to pick up Jade's zabrak friend, Bao-Dur, and head on to Dantooine from there to meet up with the first of four Jedi Masters.
But Jaq was through following orders.
They weren't headed where they were supposed to be. And perhaps even now the old woman on board could sense that something was wrong.
It didn't matter. He'd take care of her in good time.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief. It was old now, worn ragged around the
Unfold - Chapter 1The Swan Princess was my favorite movie growing up. I would watch it every day to the point where I knew what each line was and could quote them. I had all of the songs recognized, and would sing them every day, even though I couldn't sing well. I loved the story over all; a Princess doomed to be a swan during the day, and able to turn back to a human at night. All thanks to a stupid sorcerer who wanted to take over the kingdom. The sad part was that she could not even tell the person she loved how she felt.Unfold - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Can you imagine a situation where you know love is the key to break free, but unable to voice it? Can you imagine that life could be like in the Disney movies? Thanks to Disney movies, you believe that there is magic all around you. You start to think that you can have animal companions that can talk, that you can have seven dwarfs as friends, that you have a fairy grandmother. The worst lie they told was that everyone could have a 'Happily Ever After'.
When you grow up, you start