One Day, They'll Throw FlowersONE DAY, THEY'LL THROW FLOWERSOne Day, They'll Throw Flowers2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
MLP:FiM Fan Fiction
By: Scy Storm
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is one of many stories I've thought up walking around at work with my head full of technicolor ponies. I felt the urge to write something about everyone's favorite non-crosseyed background ponies, and this is the story that came to mind. I really liked it and I hope it comes off as sweet as I imagined it. I love these two! There needs to be more of them.
The sky is awash in many shades of orange and gray as the light of day wanes. Knee-high grass sways in the gentle breeze, a beautiful ocean of jade stretching out as far as the eye can
Music Oh, heavenly sound,Music1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
rise up, resound!
and past the window sill.
'Tis sad, I dread,
all my favourite composers are dead,
but lift up your head,
for their music lives on...
How profound, I think,
that from pen poured ink!
Ink that set my soul ablaze,
ink that turned life to haze...
What glorious and wonderful days!
What, oh what be-est that sound?
That glorious chord to heaven!
'Tis music, music does sound!
The glorious sound that harkens!
oil that tastes like bloodI can feel the gears grindoil that tastes like blood4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as they devour my heart
noone else inside an empty wheel
oil that taswtes like blood
the crimson melting and slowing down
flows into the heart red
leaves the machine black
the black cogs begin to beat
in a wretched sembelance of life
as i begin to rise again
with nothing left inside
but oil that tastes like blood
that pumps through the machine
heroineSometimes, he gets distracted looking at me and running his fingers over my bodyheroine3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
like I'm some woman from the island of the amazons
and i joined the justice league for him, mr. space alien Superman [superman was created by two jewish teenagers, the children of immigrants. there is nothing perfect about him; he was just a way to assuage their pain.]
Robin came from the circus
and he was hellbent on revenge
and I was no Bruce Wayne
but I wa
A Moment Between Strangers Across a CrowdedTableHer scarf reeks of AshevilleA Moment Between Strangers Across a CrowdedTable1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
ablaze with colors, it bears the brand
of New Age shops,
the scent of tangerine-sweet charcoal.
Her companion stays bent over the page,
composing a mirror
notices lines of calligraphy tracing the face
across from hers,
breathes in the incense pheromones.
They rise to leave.
One shuffles her notes,
letting their tide drag her down,
lulled by the whispering of foam
against the sand
a distraction from the twin oceans
staring at her,
asking their own question.
A tongue, Lady's Slipper-pink
licking moisture and anxiety from her lips,
tangles itself around its own words
but the halt
my sister's dragonMy sister has a dragon. It goes where she goes and it stays where she stays, and most of the time it lives in the tree closest to her bedroom window. She hasn't seen it yet, but I have. I'm not sure when it came to her. Has it been with her since we were born, or did it find her after we moved into the house we live in now? It's hard for me to say. I don't remember seeing it at our old house, but I didn't notice a lot of things when I was young. Maybe the dragon was one of those.my sister's dragon2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I say dragon, you probably think of a big creature. My sister's dragon isn't big. It doesn't breathe fire. Nor does it have those scaly wings like the dra
The HeroineYou never really liked villains before,The Heroine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never much understood the whole
But as you sit across from her
bent over her cheerios, frowning slightly,
bits of white fluff from her bathrobe
caught in her dark hair like seafoam,
you realize your favorite villain would be
any who had to go against
that. She feels your eyes and looks up,
turning the frown on you,
her mouth a delicate knot just off center.
"Stop, stop," you cry, choked with fellow-feeling
for the imagined opponent,
and your words hang startled in the air,
glowing in the yellow morning sunlight
coming in through the window.
Me fakeing a smile...Me fakeing a smile...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fake a smile so people will think am okay.
Am not okay any more.
You hate me,
My brother thinks am lost
And my dad dont talk to me.
Am closer to my sister then you.
Cant you see that?
For your to blind to see that I am hurting my self
Just so you to love me?
Please just love me as I am.
I love bands you dont like.
I ware my hair like i want.
Am i teen.
Please let me go hang out with my friends or have my phone back.
You are hurting me so much and you know that?
I cut because of you!
I drink because of you!
I hate my self because of you!
I hate you but i still love you
I cant hate you even if I wa
Electric and Fully AutomatedIt isn't as though the houseElectric and Fully Automated2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is dustier than it has been.
The quality of the laundering has not suffered.
Conditions, she thinks over the rim of her wine glass,
are largely unchanged, except for
a sly smirk when her husband thinks she isn't looking,
and what may be an answering wink
or may be their maid's left optical LED on the fritz.
She doesn't see the appeal, really,
of coy black rubber wheels at the ends of
long chrome legs, of pert metal cones on its chest
like pylons, molded aluminum hairstyle,
sassy chips of color at the ends of articulated steel fingers.
Of course if she didsee the appeal, that is
and she never saw him againshe met a boy with dusk-coloured eyes, the kind that glittered and shone with clichés. his hair was soft and downy, and when she ran her fingers through it all his sincerity trickled out.and she never saw him again3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she let the boy pull her to secluded spots in quiet libraries. she giggled when the boy laid feathery kisses on her neck, and she threw her arms around his neck, waiting for the inevitable rush.
across the boy's shoulder she spotted a man. a man with an inward-curving spine and sharp, jagged features. a man who caught her gaze with his mud-coloured eyes and held it, like quicksand tugging on her fingertips.
she clutched harder at the boy's
Diluvium, Part VIt took a man of uncommon sense to keep a human skeleton and 55 pounds of pork in his freezer for a rainy day. As for the measure of Damien's common sense, it was precisely enough to think to close his blinds before removing these contents from his freezer, and not quite enough to think to close them any sooner.Diluvium, Part V3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Damien was acutely aware and moderately resentful that it was possible to question his intelligence. The words "city engineer" did not denote any degree of intellect so much as an incapacity for the rigours of physical labour. An engineer was not a jack of all trades, an engineer was not a genius; an
Cheese Sandwich"'scuse me mate, is that the cheese sandwich you've got there?"Cheese Sandwich3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Is it any good?"
"It's a cheese sandwich."
"Have you ever had a cheese sandwich before?"
"Did you like it?"
"Then you'll like this cheese sandwich."
"Yes, because it's a cheese sandwich. It's more or less exactly what you'd expect from a cheese sandwich. If I was to be critical I'd say it was a tad heavy on cheese and a little light on lettuce..."
"But it's still a cheese sandwich."
"Ok mate! Thanks!"
The man strode up to the counter and ordered an English breakfast. Dusty watched impassively.
DFC 16: A Ghazal For Morninghere! i see you there at the city top, pouring out your heartDFC 16: A Ghazal For Morning1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as rain, as if the world has pressed the sky in between your heart.
i saw you bending over the apples and oranges of the fruit vendor
you left, though, quickly, and i shrugged everywhere, even my heart.
yet even as my lungs, grateful, inhaled fried tofu and exhaled surrender,
your restless moseying, and your face, rapt, sunless, stirred my heart,
which creaked, grudgingly, loud as the crooked leg of the kitchen table.
and i stopped by the window, as if i could peer into fog, into your heart
and morning, i saw you, stooping over Shanghai, looking miser
Breakfast without BUTTERBreakfast without BUTTER11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Breakfast without BUTTER
Sometimes I take things literally, bitterly
I draw with chalk while I talk
on a chalkboard, while painting a gourd
or canvas covered with slate paint, I feel faint
then I smear the image by hand, stumble when I stand
often my work is more oblique, according to your critique
context we might think, thirsty for a hard drink
arguably the most, I only put honey on my toast
Why I Hurt Animalsby Morgan PhillipsWhy I Hurt Animals11 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I don't like fur on my fingers. It makes me feel sick and want to take a shower. I want to get rid of it whenever it's in the air when I see it in the light. I open my windows to get the hair out. I like my hair, though, and I like people's hair. Cat's eat their hair and poop it out or throw it up. Most animals are covered in hair and I can't stand it. When I sneeze I can feel the fur flurry around in my body. I hate it on my lungs.
Birds have hair but it's not the same kind as dogs and cats. I've never touched a bird but I don't want to. They look mean and they've got sharp
The FirstThe First2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was the first of her kind, or so her Creator told her. He was on of the Great Ones who called themselves humans. They were powerful, knowledgeable, virtuous. They were gods.
He promised her if she learned and worked hard she would be rewarded, not just with sugar cubes or apples but with the knowledge of the gods, as much as she could hold.
So she spent her days as she was told mostly in front the testing screen. When she did well there were goodies. When she made mistakes, the punishment was the Creator's sympathy, a gentle pat and an encouraging word. But she could see the disappointment in his eyes, could sense the discomfort h
HoneyHoney2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Attracted by honey's jar which forgotten
On the table of the kitchen
I knew however
That it was not intended for me
The hardly gathered honey
Deprived to me, now
My legs are stuck
I have difficulty in flying away
As a bee stuck in some honey
No matter I would live only one summer
The Delicious Brothers: Ch 3The sun was a bright coin as it rose, clear and unblemished; the headache was a nail being driven into his skull, stabbing and sharp, right between his eyes.The Delicious Brothers: Ch 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The party had continued on long into the night, with free-flowing applewine and more apple-based treats than you could shake a hoof at. Golden Delicious wasn't quite sure when it ended, exactly, since he passed out a couple hours after his run-in with Red Delicious. (Despite Celestia's attempts to convince his brain otherwise, he was still a sailor at heart, complete with a healthy penchant for drink.) But enjoying a few free drinks rarely translated to single-hoofedly finishing off a b
Kietsu HaikuThere's nothing like itKietsu Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Getting huggies from my pup
He asks for nothing
Tick TockTick Tock Tick TockTick Tock2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can't seem to beat the clock.
Every second ticks on by,
And never time to wonder why.
Listen ticking ticking on
You never could stop, drop, and run.
A single tick or tock won't stop
For you to miss and come on top.
Run, you might, ne'er fast enough.
Time is quick and agile stuff.
The curtain call will come and go,
But never replay the whole show.
Racing time's a futile work.
Any attempt calls strict retort.
You may wish on every star in the sky,
But you'll never beat time, and do you want to know why?
Because that's just the way things work around here.
Lilyannas past Into pg 1 Lilyanna's PastLilyannas past Into pg 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The clinking of glasses was all that filled the lab. Only as single scientist was tweaking a few things here and there. All the others were already in the cabin. He poured in a chemical or two with the rest of the ingredients in the small test tube. Carefully he set it down in its holder and jumped when he heard a voice behind him.
"What are you doing Mike?" A cold female voice asked looking over his shoulder. "You're too young to be in the lab by your self." She hissed at him.
"N-nothing Elizabeth," he stammered. He didn't meet her eye in fear of get
Clockwork"Allow me to replace that for you," he said, touching her bleeding shoulder with two fingers. She wanted to shrink back from his touch, to jerk away as the droplets of her own blood turned her scarlet cape a deeper shade of red but she did not. She was at once frightened and comforted, attracted and repelled by this creature.Clockwork3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was the most human looking thing she'd come into contact with, and he too wore a red cloak..and yet something about him seemed alien in this place. He did not belong here.
She was beginning to tremble more violently as he guided her off of the bed, away from the room she had suddenly found herself in. He lead h