The Friends of the ChampionThe Friends of the Champion4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Complete antidote to my last fiction, haha. This little bit of silly takes place long before the previous post when Kirkwall sat in the eye of the storm. Hawke and his companions enjoy the peace, unaware that - between them - it is they who will bring about its end.
Just a bit of stupid fun, but bitter sweet if you know what's to come ^_^
"Okay so - stop me if you've heard this one."
It's late, probably very late, in the Hanged Man. Cortland Hawke looks absently around the room, as if the time might just leap from the boarded walls and make itself known.
Heaving another draught from his tankard, the newly-dubbed 'Champion of Kirkwall' gives up any pretence of caring what time it is anyway and lets his head rest on his arms, his gaze moving toward the party's resident healer. Anders is holding court, having seemingly nominated himself as entertainer for the latter part of the evening in the absen
Hate"I hate you."Hate4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Klaus smirks, sucking more fumes from his cigarette. It floods his lungs, coating them in a thin layer of comfort, before exhaling. The calming chemicals linger, though, and that's what he's after.
"Love you too," he replies, sarcastic, obviously not thinking about what Ben is really saying; not thinking, or just not caring.
"I mean it," Ben says, voice heightening slightly from Klaus' nonchalance.
Klaus rolls his eyes and flicks his dying cig off the roof. He doesn't need to look to see the thin, glowing trail as it falls; it's a brief thing, and he doesn't care for those things any longer.
He leans back against the roof, lingering warmth of the tiles against his back. Ben is diagonal to him, on his left side, sitting huddled by one of the many chimneys. Klaus can just make out his figure, cloaked in his dark uniform; his hair, though, catches the moonlight, making it easier to distinguish.
"And why, pray tell me, do you hate me now?" Klaus drawls out, remnants of smoke
CourageThe world needs more courage.Courage10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Courage to fear.
Courage to hope.
Courage to hurt.
Courage to cope.
Courage to laugh.
Courage to cry.
Courage to live.
Courage to die.
Courage to love.
Courage to hate.
Courage to leave.
Courage to wait.
Courage to jump.
Courage to fall.
Courage to run.
Courage to crawl.
Courage to go.
Courage to stay.
Courage to work.
Courage to play.
Courage to fail.
Courage to try.
Courage to wish.
Courage to fly.
Courage to fight.
Courage to talk.
Courage to stand.
Courage to walk.
Courage to win.
Courage to lose.
Courage to dream.
Courage to use.
hush,When Mae was born, the room was silent.hush,6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mother, and her heart were torn up in the insanity that occupied her mind. Mae was not celebrated, showered with gifts and flowers. She was just, there.
As she grew up she realized that the only thing worse than dying too young was not existing at all. Or rather, existing in a world where no one knew your name.
On her thirteenth birthday she decided that blood was a beautiful colour and so she painted her eye lids with hemoglobin and blew out the candles.
With an aversion to loud noises and just sound in general, Mae made a cardboard box her home and called it Unit 9. Covering her ears, and cowering at angry voices, she made a world she could shrink into. Imagination, her lover and creativity, her drug.
Sixteen years, and sixteen sweet hearts broken, Mae lost faith in the staples holding her heart together. The train-tracks make dents and etches, gaps and valleys. Her heart was a wasteland and the only sound was of a thousand raven wings flap
Re.: Ten Things...I knowRe.: Ten Things...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you hate hearing about her
or any of them
for that matter.
The thing is,
I wouldn't be half the man
I am now,
or at least,
it'd be hard for me to
what it is that's
WomanhoodI was seventeen when I first understood what it was to be a woman. It wasn't the moment years before when I began my period. It hadn't been the instant in which a boy first touched his lips to mine when I was twelve. It wasn't when I put on my first prom dress, or the first time I wore heels. I knew that women had breasts, and men did not; men were taller, and stronger than women; women were fairer and meeker than men. That was the way things were, and always had been. I was born and raised to accept those facts, and that is exactly what I had done.Womanhood9 years ago in Open More Like This
I watched the deep, crimson blood drop and fan out in the water beneath me. It was like dropping food dye into oil, or dropping paint onto wet paper. It spread through the basin, dancing slowly over the white porcelain boundaries. My hips and legs and stomach ached for the fourth day in a row despite following the directions of countless concerned friends. "Drink water", "avoid salt", "exercise", they said. I had shaken three cylindrical br
Oh, The Games We've PlayedYou smell like cologne and skin, your fingertips are rough and slightly calloused, and the bruises on your forearm remind me of Orion's Belt. You listen to music I can't understand, but I love watching your head move to the beat and your lips form the lyrics you love. You're detrimental to my health, boy, because every time you're near my blood pressure rises and a coil of heat forms in the pit of my stomach that only your touch can dissipate. "She's got looks that kill," you tease, your lips against mine. You play the solo on my hip, your hands pressing deeper into my skin as mine run through your hair. When it comes to you, the lines between right and wrong play hop-scotch, moving so fast I never know which side I'm on. You look at me and I can feel you from the tips of my fingers to the bottom of my feet. I can feel you mixing with the molecules in the air around me, effervescent and venomous.Oh, The Games We've Played5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You are not a poet. You are not a musician. You are not gentle or kind. You like to have f
Singing to the WetlandsI'm the girl with bayou eyes,Singing to the Wetlands6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
twigs, mud and death snaking into my curls.
I pause to breathe and s-h-o-c-k,
shock sets in:
Earthen clasps latch on my arms,
pulling me back down;
the meandering waters clutch
at my bell-shaped elbows.
My smile is climatic;
the sun always seems to shine,
burning the layers of leaves
but I can't even put up a fight
to remember it's grace.
I'm surrounded by an animalistic embrace--
mismatched light from alligator stares
and throaty frog musings.
I forget what color
the back of my eyelids were.
amour'you actually believe in love?'amour5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'yes. how can't you believe in love?'
'garrett, look at our parents. your dad's a drunk, he treats you and your mom like shit, your mom works two jobs so he can buy whiskey. my parents split up almost right after i was born. they don't love each other, none of them do.'
'but they had to have been in love at one time, kat. i believe with all my heart that my dad used to be a good guy. mom says that i remind her of him, and i sure as hell ain't a drunk. he must have some good in him.'
'you still don't believe in love, do you?'
'you're so damn stubborn.'
'you like it.'
'no, i love it.'
UntitledThere is an entire ocean flowing in my veinsUntitled5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bubbling below the surface.
A tidal wave yearns to crash upon your shore.
A hurricane is waiting to overtake you
and drown you with its power.
My fingers are currents urging you under,
trapping you in my arms.
[A butterfly lands on the crook of your neck
and a tsunami pulls us in,
a mixture of chemical reactions and good old fashioned
boy meets girl.]
a nonymous confession, please.The last time I wrote about you,a nonymous confession, please.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the only time I wrote about you,
I could still remember what your
voice sounded like. Now I'm just
peeling bandages off my sleeves,
pretending I can laugh about my
wounds in a year or so.
But I only have courage
when there's a "dis" in
front of it. Like the "dis"
in disappointment. Are
you disappointed? Not
as much as I am
i call deliberate embarrassment.
you know,,, i'm the kind of kid
that never undresses his scars.
stop pouring citric acid on mejust because you tend to be in two places at once,stop pouring citric acid on me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
does not mean i appreciate you spilling a test tube
of achromatic chemical shit all over my new clothes.
this is probably the part where i undress and place
them neatly folded in some empty laundry hamper.
this is probably the part where i'm naked with you,
but you say you can't look at me with my pants off.
this is probably the part where you tell me what to
feel, but i'm asleep; you'll be gone when i wake up
(but you need a reason to leave me and my mind)
you want three good reasons, huh?
well, here's nine. keep the change.
because you are not in my science class;
so this is not the place or the time to be
telling me not to look at you on the other
side of the schoolyard.
because the time is too fucking early,
maybe too late (it's always too late);
the place: my bed, my head. typically.
because this is my dream, buddy,
because you ain't my fucking buddy,
five: because i just caugh
kind shinsslim legs crossed on frosted linen sheets,kind shins6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
glossy hair floats down to the end of your ribs,
fingertips grasp the covers up into your palms
while you look at me softly,
unlocking your lips
"I'm not your lover, not even a friend."
my eyes should be fixed to your rosey red cheeks
but they flutter all around you,
especially on your kind shins.
you place your hand against my chest
and make every fear i've ever had
God Is My InspirationNo one could paint a never ending sky of blueGod Is My Inspiration6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With deep colours that soothes your soul for just you
No one could create the cotton candy clouds of art
As soft and delicate to melt the heart
No one could project a rainbow across his sky
No one could structure a tree to stand firm and high
No one could send the cool winds to chill your spine
Or sweep you off your feet with a second in time
No one could shower rain that falls from above
No one could create aurora borealis or a dove
No one could make the golden sun set or rise
No one could hide from his eyes nor take him by surprise
No one but God could master the art of creation
No one could reign over or take his position
No one could steal away my admiration
No one replaces him, for God is my inspiration
reality checktruth: i'm in love with being somebody i'm not.reality check5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
truth: i'm in love with that burning in my tummy
whenever i drink too much whiskey too fast.
truth: i'm in love with being surrounded by people
that love to stare at me, and only me, while i
tear up the dancefloor and grab everyone's attention.
truth: i'm in love with being this kind of single,
the kind of single where it doesn't matter who i
end up with at the end of the night, the kind of
single where i get to decide who, when, and where.
lie: i'm in love with you.
truth: i'm a tease.
twelve hours green.he calls me and tells metwelve hours green.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that his toothbrush
is an ocean green like
his fading bedroom
walls. and i call and
think that i dont have
a favourite number. but
i dont even know what
we should spend twelve
hours watching the
clouds fly past
and twelve staring at
the fragments of shining
rocks plastered across
the sky, until we leave
a dent in the grass
in the shape of
the different type of
world we live in.
i paint my hands in
speechless patterns because
colours always spoke better
plastic paththe plastic bags pile up in wallsplastic path4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
channeling the way he walks
building his directions
recording his history
making him secure
take away his trash
and give to him his freedom
he will be so very scared
forgetting who he was
terrified of future
a probable suicide
after the world stops spinningawkward:after the world stops spinning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i must be the letter K.
for kiss me in the rainforest.
for kill me with your honesty.
for keep me in my clothes.
in suspense. in (your) control.
and you, well, you're the surrounding W's.
just for the record, i hate W's.
too many syllables. not even two U's to use.
so pretentious, i'm pretentious.
you're pretentious. no you're not;
you don't even know
what pretentious means.
we're mismatched clothes--
the ones not on your floor,
but i'm not trendy enough.
you're two hip for me;
your two hips (aren't) for me.
but in all the wrong ways.
evil percent signs trick us;
we're not mathematicians;
your ecology concerns not
this biological 'relationship'
(by that, i mean illogical)
physically inept organisms
we are, socially fucked up.
we complete each other
like an elaborate puzzle.
we have the right amount
of pieces: corners, edges
too bad our hearts live
in seperate boxes.
how artsy: coffeehouse. freestyle jaz
Black As SilenceBlack As Silence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One by one the clock ticks forward
forward, later into the night.
One by one the friends leave
leave, to join their lives.
One by one you say your peace
peace, until the sun's rise.
But not for me, as I say so long
with each person passing there
is a difference in the song.
Like a well orchestrated piece of music
Beautiful in it's beginning, then
fading until it reaches the end
for me there's only silence where
love once was, was at the end.
I knew how loud silence could be
I've heard it well before.
But I never knew how black
black could be, when stared upon by silence.
melting point.I'd like to get you off my chestmelting point.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to heave one big cough, and you'd be gone
being alone is a lot like being sick
when i have you, i can't stand you.
I'd like to laugh at things you say
to feel something inside from you
laughing is a lot like lying
it's always at someones expense.
you always said you wished you could die young
to be living beautiful, and die beautiful
living is a lot like a puzzle
it's hard to love a trainwreckNote to self: Do not fall.it's hard to love a trainwreck5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
apart. Do not fall in love
with a Scientologist. Do
not let a coin make life-
changing decisions. Do
not listen to the leaves,
or to Honest Abe; he
says Heads, but I say
Tails. Do not listen to
the Devil on your left
shoulder; shrug your
right one, but do not
listen to the angel,
either. Do not listen
to your libido; listen
to your heart, even
when you're going
deaf. Do not listen
to The All-American
you're depressed. Do not
listen to this. Do not take
my advice. Do not take a
chance. Do not take two
pills. Do not take Physics;
do not take out the trash.
Do not take out all of this
on your boyfriend. Do not
take the easy way out; it
is not worth the pain. Do
not take that which does
not belong to you; do not
take candy from babies. I
am a baby&you're candy.
Do not take off the week;
do not take off your shirt;
do not take off.
Love Isn't Always Fair 34Love Isn't Always Fair 344 years ago in Romance More Like This
Jinxx got up and ran to get the cards and I sighed.
"How do I always end up getting sucked into this game?" I asked.
"Out-voted!" CC said joyfully.
I rolled my eyes and Jinxx dealed.
I lost the first hand.
"Motherfuckers..." I mumbled, then pulled off my rings.
They grinned and Jinxx dealed again.
I lost again.
"Damnit Jinxx!" I growled, "I swear, you've got this game rigged!"
He chuckled, "Mayyyyyyybe." he winked and I pulled off my bracelets.
The next hand Andy lost.
He put in his necklaces and Jinxx sighed, "Not as entertaining."
"Agreed." CC said.
"Perverts." I snapped with a small smile.
- - - -
A few hands later I was all out of accessories. I bit my lip as Jinxx slammed down his cards, "FLUSH!"
I sighed and threw in my cards, "Ass.hole."
I pulled off my shirt and the guys whooped.
"I can see why you tapped that, Ashley." CC joked. Ashley socked him in the shoulder.
The next hand I grinned and slammed down my cards, "FLUSH! Take it off Jinxx."
He grinned and shook his head, "Nu u
The Huntress Chapter 1 - The HumanThe Huntress Chapter 1 - The Human3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To all my readers out there, I have decided to start another fan fiction based on the anime/manga Vampire Knight. I will be working on all of my series until they are completely finished so no need to worry! Now to those who are new to reading my stories, this is completely fan based. There is NO yaoi or yuri in it and this new story will not be part of the same storyline as the anime or manga but it will have the same character and feel to it as the original (hopefully). The story will be told in third person meaning he, she, and they by all the character, Kaname, Kain, Aido, Ichijo, Shiki and so on. The new character I'm adding to the story is my own and the storyline is mine as well. If you have any questions, please NOTE me.
Thank you for your time.
P.S. If you see any mistakes in my spelling, please NOTE me so I can fix them. I want readers to be able to read each chapter smoothly in