Unfinal SolutionJim and Dave shuffled down the street in the hot summer sun. Occasionally they would encounter an obstacle, such as a shopping cart, corpse, pile of trash, or burned out car. Depending on the size and nature of the obstacle, their zombie intellect would kick over into high gear, and a conversation such as this might ensue:Unfinal Solution7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Rains! Rains! Raaaaaaaains1 .
If the object was large, such as a chunk of flaming airplane wreckage, Jim and Dave would do the Zombie Shuffle around its perimeter, sometimes bumping into each other and the obstacle itself. On rare occasions, the not-quite-cooperative maneuvering deflected them from their original direction of movement, which was entirely random anyway.
If the obstacle was small or spread out (like the 2000 individually-wrapped packages of toilet paper theyd encountered yesterday, rolling and skittering before their tattered
For Arthur Kirkland Lovers v.2For Arthur Kirkland Lovers v.24 years ago in Romance More Like This
Forgive me now cause I
Have been unfaithful
Don't ask me why cause I don't know
You slap Francis across his face, tears streaming down your cheeks. This is the last time.
"I'm leaving you!" You cry. You grab your coat before Francis can catch you. You run out the door, leaving it wide open. You run down the street, wiping your eyes as you run, but tears continue. You just need to get away.
So many times I've tried
But was unable
But this heart belongs to you alone
There's one place you can feel safe, where you can get away. That's you found long ago with him.
Now I'm in our secret place
Alone in your embrace
Where all my wrongs have been erased
You have forgiven
Long, soft green grass, dyed a light blue by the moonlight, crunches softly under your boots. This is the place you two had discovered when you were younger. It's hidden, but not completely out of sight. It's a place you two had played and talked, where you both could get away from the troubles of
OC Transformation Shorts 2Murfreesboro, TNOC Transformation Shorts 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a calm, cool autumn afternoon on campus. Students were walking with others to either their dorms or classes, while a few couples were lying on their backs under the trees. Several were holding books and bags while others were listening to their iPods. A few were reading some books from the library, mainly about Twilight. Inside the library were several more students, all sitting at tables or looking through the row of bookshelves. At least half of the people sitting were writing notes in their binders or chatting with friends sitting next to them. A few were sleeping, fewer drooling on the tables or books.
One female teen was sitting by herself, with her right hand holding a book, keeping it open with her thumb. She had dark brown hair with blond highlights reaching her shoulders. Her hair was braided into a pony-tail, which hung at the back of her head. Her brown eyes were magnified by the glasses she wore. She wasn't born short-sighted, but
Let's Steal Each Other's Heartlet's drum rhythmic beatsLet's Steal Each Other's Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with old, dug up bones
and stitch our names into skin
with blunt needles
let's pen down our secrets
using quills with no ink
and ride all our dreams
on soaring angel wings
let's eavesdrop on the songs
the moon sings to the sun
and watch the ocean's waves
kiss the shore with undiluted adoration
let's collect moon dust
that sparkles in the lunar light
and sprinkle it upon
the wretched souls of the broken
let's destroy the smouldering silence
that entombs our thoughts
and whisper them
out loud instead
let's drown our vision in the orange sun
that cuts through the sky
and allow the beams of life
to scorch the eyes out of our sockets
oyou cannot have a wholeo5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without a hole
and it just so happens
has a hole, too;
a gasping indicator of a cyclic momentum
taking notice of these things,
you may also now see
the gaping fulfillment offered by
he calls me stormi.he calls me storm5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's a party. bright lights, cheap beer, crushed bodies emitting heat, and you're just one of many limbs tonight I latch onto. moving erratically to the pounding beat-we become one. a swirling tornado of distraught emotions and a million broken dreams, seeking destruction but not knowing where to hit.
just like cinderella the clock strikes 12 and I force my way out of the crowd towards the doors, but not until you grab an empty red plastic cup and carve your number on the side with your pocketknife. you grin, melt away like ice cream in the summer. and unlike cinderella, I get to keep my shoes.
tired, purple under my eyes, shrunken. I rummage through my bag searching for my eyeliner and instead, pull out a cup.
I call two days later and you pick up on the first ring.
"I can't have you call me first-I wanted to do that. your phone will ring in 34 seconds, pick up".
"there, that's better. I don't think I properly introduced myself. I'm damien. you, you're sto
how to wish beautifullyrelax.how to wish beautifully5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
remember that all wishes go unheard except by the heart. remember that it doesn't matter if you feel foolish because you're talking to yourself. your veins have put up with worse than beating his name millions of times and anyway, you blame your heart for falling in the first place.
take a breath.
clear your head of babbling nonsense and everything that isn't wishing-material. clear your thoughts of those pesky whispers trailing along the i'm doubting myself aisle because you have to have working lungs to make a wish on candles and you figure wishing on stars works just the same. who's to say that when you huff at them, they don't blow out? check back in seven years to see if they do.
keep your wish in mind.
hold your fingers out in order of wish-rank, one being not important at all and five being i'll die if it's not granted. sometimes, it he
They Don't have to AnymoreNobody has to tell you that crimson lipstick makes you look cheap and champagne makes you dizzy and the man clinging to your arm has been leeching the heart out of you for months. Nobody feels obligated to tell you about all his one-night stands or the girlfriends he keeps on the side like potatoes or the fact that you haven't gotten a decent hour's sleep since he came home with liquor on his clothes and anger in his eyes. Nobody should have to tell you that you deserve better than his Ineedyoutoposeforme demands and his pleaseforgivemeImsorry sobs and his constant stream of half-assed Iloveyousomuch promises. Nobody should have to tell you to run away, run while you can...but they do.They Don't have to Anymore5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tell me something, honey. Does he linger for kisses in the mornings or wake you at midnight to ask you what you're thinking or send you flowers when he isn't feeling guilty about the lipstick smeared across his collars? Does he make you toast
AlwaysAuthor's Note: WARNING! Get tissues, you'll need them. I cried crocodile tears just writting it...Always4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Immediately after I had heard what had happened, I Apparated directly in front of the cottage and pushed quickly through the gate. The second floor of the left side of the house was blown away and panic flooded me. The front door was barely on its hinges, so I ran straight through, knocking the door completely to the floor, and kept going. Climbing the steps two at a time, I was soon on the second floor, heading towards the site of all the destruction. The dead body of James Potter lying in the hall barely registered with me; my eyes past right over the remains of the man I loathed so much, for they had a greater mission. I saw the rubble at the end of the hall and a light coming out of the last room on the left. My feet dropped into a dead sprint and carried me fast down the hall where I rounded into the room and stopped dead. The sight that greeted me ripped my heart completely i
Hope is a Feathered ThingHope.Hope is a Feathered Thing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's that niggling
of my stomach
that demands I keep holding on with both hands
long after reality
has woken me up
and shown me
that I was never worthy
of such a
Even Angels Have to Love-CYou wear stars on your skin and wings in your name and I've been dreading losing you since day zero. My heart is grasping at your fingertips with frantic beat-box rhythms and I long to beg you, on my knees, for an answer but I'm afraid that even angels get embarrassed being interrogated. You have nothing to be embarrassed about except perhaps the fact that I'm human and you're heavenly and I collapse each time I think of touching you and OH, who am I kidding? You have nothing to be embarrassed of except for everything I am.Even Angels Have to Love-C5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stars twinkle in your eyes and words twisted through your fingers and I dislike having to hold back my heart for beating like a steel-drum beat. I wrap you in my wings to try to protect you but the dread in between my feathers tell me that I won't ever be able to. The cuts on my fingers burn with the sweet salve of your tender kisses and even though my wings twitch in pain and my eyes water up, I know you mean ever loving kiss and touch. And when you are w
One of Us, Part 3He could not remember how he got to be swimming.One of Us, Part 34 years ago in Drama More Like This
But he was slicing through the waves like a knife, sleek and agile. The water moved with him, or was it the other way around?
What was his name?
And who was the beautiful, shining creature beside him?
"Philip, what is wrong?"
He sighed as he paced the edge of the pool, not touching the water. "I don't know. But most times when I get wet, my head goes funny and I black out. And then I wake up on the beach, with nothing but scattered memories of the ocean, swimming with you. And I'm afraid I'll do something I should regret but I can't remember."
Syrena's face fell. "I am...sorry. We do not live forever, and those who knew the secrets have passed on."
"Maybe you should pray about it."
Her face became a patchwork of emotions. Suddenly, she spun around and dove back into the water. He leaned forward but didn't touch the water. "Syrena!"
But she was beneath the waves, long gone, and did not hear him.
With a cry, he lifted a rock f
I Guess I'm Just Confused"I need to get out, baby."I Guess I'm Just Confused5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Just...out."
"Well...okay. So...where d'you want to go?"
"No. No no. You don't understand me."
"I don't want to go anywhere. I just want...out. Does that make sense?"
"I just...I don't know. I guess I need something."
"You need something? What?"
"I don't know. Just...something. Something...different. Bigger. Shinier."
"Yeah. This must sound crazy."
"You look funny. Your eyes are all squished up. What's wrong?"
"I...just... It's nothing."
"It's not nothing. What is it?"
"Tell me. Please?"
"How could you need...how could you want anything else when..."
fragments or something like iti. she's tucked in the corner of the bookstore's floor, slaving over words that spiral like the tails of dragonflies, and her sadness is confused for beauty. she doesn't notice the way they stare at her as they wander past, useless dabbling, as if they'll be struck with purpose if they can recite the titles of fevered novels. sparrow eyed, she continues soaking up the aches of other times to ruin the one that startles against the back of her knees.fragments or something like it5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ii. three years ago, he had a dream that birds had teeth and pebbles could cry and water painted the sky. he wrote his miserable findings down in a notebook and somehow, someone or another got their hands on it, this masterpiece they exclaimed, praising the curve of his palms, and they fed it to the greedy throats that yelped with sympathy but really, they were just looking to make a fast buck without splitting open their guts.
iii. 'did you know that hyenas sing just as beautifully as wolves do, and yet we still claim they're luckless scave
and I Won't Blame YouWhy aren't we allowed to love passionately any more?and I Won't Blame You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's adolescent, irrational, overly emotional.
Only ever be mildly interested, quite fond.
Well, I'm sorry, but I fell spiralling in love with you.
It inconvenienced me more than it did you.
I didn't plan it, I fought it violently, but it happened none the less.
two: sporktwo: spork4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You know what?" he told me.
"Sporks are the greatest invention."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. I mean, you can use them to eat ice cream and rice and basically everything else you can find on the food chain."
"That's incredibly random, you do realise this, right?"
He laughed and replied, "Nothing is ever random."
He was simple
he believed in the magic of little things
moments that everyone declared as insignificant
he saw as being wonderful.
He took the time to find meaning
where people assumed there was none
and saw beauty in everyone
He was the most beautiful person I've ever met
and for some reason
completely beyond me
he loved me.
Irretrievably and irrevocably
this man chose me to be the one to share his thoughts with
and his little insights
and his beauty.
"Tell me something else."
"Did you know that even though there is six billion people on this Earth, I have managed to find someone perfect for me?"
"Is that so?"
Aquarius-ScuttlinglikeScarabsOcean-floor eyesAquarius-ScuttlinglikeScarabs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like beach sand on sweaty backs,
pebbles caught on flushed,
scuttle like scarabs
beneath my probing fingers
and I might have fallen
for that washed-out
can't-breathe-beneath-the-weight-of-the-sea act before,
but I think it's your name
that keeps me dreaming now.
Like the star-sign,
you reel me in under false pretenses,
I shouldn't have taken you home so soon.
You tell me
you've never been so sure of anything
but when you grin,
you look like a Taurus,
and that sky you've been drenching me with?
It's just a dangerous lie.
Let It BeOh, darling,Let It Be5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let me hold you tonight.
Just close your eyes
in the morning it will all be all right.
I know it seems like the world is being ripped apart
at the seams
things aren't as bad as they seem
(sometimes it has to get bad before it gets better)
Crash and BurnWe lay in the middle ofCrash and Burn5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
time and space
eternally watching the
universe change before our eyes.
creating black holes powerful enough to
suck in entire galaxies
and humans scurry
trying so desperately to
find the meaning of life.
We are an infinite paradox--
existing but not existing.
Our limbs wind around
suns and moons
and our love gives birth to meteors
so powerful they crash and burn.
We peer into the secrets of heaven
and tip-toe the line to Hell,
unsure where we belong because our very breath
is more powerful than any god could be.
We are yin and yang
the balance so many long to acquire.
We are ageless
and beyond any strain of mortality.
We gaze into the darkness
of the unknown
and see answers where
humans only see questions.
We are what everyone wishes to be
but yet so lonely
of spinning around the speed of light
of waiting for a chance to fade away
but never receiving one
(fade away with me)
When we finally be able to stop?
a not-so-pleasant elegyi am no longer suffocating,a not-so-pleasant elegy6 years ago in Open More Like This
the pain finally subsided
i am no longer falling,
because he saved me from that..
i don't know the difference
between those whispers of i-will-love-you-always...
and the words i heard, the
i don't know the difference
between forever and never;
i feel like he was forever,
i was never-in-one-million-years.
twenty years from now he
would have been forty, he
died too young and i will still
need him then, will anyone else?
he was a placeholder in history,
like peasant-folk of days long gone,
and no one ever bothered
to write down their names...
he was never a soldier, he didn't
go down fighting; he went down
whispering 'god, i'm not ready,
please god, she still needs me'
because he was too beautiful
for all of us.
two hundred years from now,
no one will remember his name.
no one ever bothered to write it in gold
across the canyons like i wished i could...
two hundred years from now,
all of us will be gone too;
no one will
The Chinese LanternI wrote your nameThe Chinese Lantern5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-First, middle and last-
And like ebony veins it seeped within
Satin soft scarlet paper.
The night whispered mine
And I followed
Ignited with the flame of my love;
I watched my heart fly..
..Through constellations of silent stars.
In Between Perpetual SilenceNight fallsIn Between Perpetual Silence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we dictate Newton's laws of motion
with our hips
humming words of praise
at the back of our throats.
Let's go back to the beginning
to a time when the collision of
skin on skin between us
didn't burn our fingertips--
to a time where it didn't hurt
to whisper your name
in the moments after the breakdown.
Let's count down
the moments in between
and backwards motion;
the moments where we allow
tiny snippets of the truth to flow out
of clenched hands and hearts.
I have become the moon to your sun
rising as you fall
at constant opposition to the way
you live your life--
but we are one,
operating as a single being
unable to separate for fear of
snapping these heartstrings off
and bleeding to death.
Let's remember the time
when we didn't feel like this was an obligation.
I used to love you
and I can't for the life of me remember when that changed.
i quit making wishes for you"charlie?"i quit making wishes for you5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"do you ever make wishes like a normal girl?"
"what do you mean?"
"i mean...do you ever fling your wishes to the stars, stop the clock on repeated numbers, pluck your eyelashes out with numb fingers...that sort of thing?"
"you think it's normal to be so obsessed with happy endings that scientists had to create an eyelash-growing formula for the world's love-struck teenage girls?"
"well...maybe. don't you?"
"no. i think the world forgot the point of making wishes years ago."
"oh. so what is the point?"
"it's knowing you're bound to be disappointed, because wishes go unheard and saying them out loud always causes problems. wishes are for the hopeless who need daily reminders of why they became hopeless in the first place."
"that's really depressing, you know that?"
"yes. and you want to know something?"
"i don't know...do i?"
"i stopped making wishes when i made kissing you a habit. your lips always taste