This world is so pure, so beautiful and flawless. Everything has its place, purpose and meaning. Everything is interconnected and all life somehow fits. The trees around me, bending their branches in the wind; their song perfectly fitting for this warm, late summer evening. The crickets joined in the lullaby with perfect ease, with no effort or even thought behind it. It just fits.
The wind itself moves and shifts, slows down or stops completely with perfect timing. Birds fly over my head with fluid motions, mimicking the invisible waves of the wind. The very last rays of light of this day bounce and reflect of everything, as if kissing the world and everyone in it goodnight. Clouds, like gentle giants of the sky, move gracefully towards the North, following some unknown path; playing their part. A lake in front of me glimmers, sharing the sunlight, multiplying it in all directions.
Everything here has its place.
Everything here is perfect, except me, with my thoughts, wishes, expectat
The rain within...The rain within...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was nothing outside but rain. I stood by the window, counting the drops and wondering just how many fall in between two heartbeats. Clouds were looming over the city, leaving no trace of the blue sky. I knew it must still be out there, just as the Sun is as well, but at this moment, I felt nothing but the rain; saw nothing but the grey.
The world outside didn't seem to care. Occasional bird would still fly between the park and the roofs, looking for food for its young. Branches moved in silence, touched by the cold, merciless wind. Earth itself lived on as if nothing has happened, and that hurt me more than anything else.
I reached in my pocket and took out a framed photo. You smiled gently at me from it, as you always did when our eyes met. I fought the tears swelling up, leaned my forehead against the cold window, trying not to feel the raindrops on the other side of the glass. I followed a single drop, watched it slide down, drawn by invisible but ever present force that ultim
Just A Calamity6.Just A Calamity4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He is not quite sure what to say to her. She is grave as she puts books neatly into boxes, a waterfall of caramel hair obscuring her face. She looks so different now than what has become the usual: sleeves of her fleece jacket rolled up to her elbows, cheeks red and heart thrumming.
She is beautiful, and that is the problem.
He grabs his own box and slowly takes books off the shelves, starting with the short story anthologies in their tattered red sleeves. He hears the skid of cardboard across a dirty floor as she pushes a finished box out of the way.
"I have to go," she says eventually. "I promised Anne that we'd go out to lunch today."
"It's fine." He does not look away from his work. "Thanks for your help, Quinn."
She sighs and stays where she is. She is probably fingering the edge of her uniform skirt or yanking down her fleece's sleeves in order to cover her hands.
"I'm sorry," she whispers eventually. "I ruined everything. You must hate me."
He hesitates and stares at the beat
First KissI open the car door for her. This had been an excellent night. Only one thing could make this the most perfect night between us.First Kiss4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Oh man, this is it. I am so going for it tonight. Alright just get her to the door, but don't rush. You don't want to look over eager.
Taking her hand, I help her out of the car. I lead her away from the car door and close it. I continue to hold her hand as i walk her up the driveway, and to the front door.
God, I hope my hand isn't sweaty. This is crazy. I'm insane for even thinking this is a good idea. Okay, panicking is not helping. HELP!!
At the front door I look down at her. Then I let go of her hands, and wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. I hug her tightly, trying to convey how I feel through my whole body, through this one movement.
This is nice. She's so warm. I love how she feels against me here. Now if only we were nak... focus boy. Alright this is the time. You cannot screw this up. Cripes, I'm so nervous. Must not pis
Insert An Original Title HereInsert something meaningful here. Something which will cause your eyes to brim with tears, something that'll tug at the corners of your mouth until at last you smile.Insert An Original Title Here4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Conjure up, in your empty mind, thousands of words. Short words, long words, complicated words and mished-mashed-rhyming-slang words. Try to find words that make you want to jump for joy, grab those short sentences that describe his shining teeth perfectly, or those which capture the essence of her round eyes like a photograph.
In this paragraph, if you will, place something original. Something groundbreaking. Write here, for yourself, something heart wrenching. Show me the words that'll end world poverty, teach me how to write romance. Scorch the blank empty page with tales of death and hate.
Now finish this if you would be so kind with a h
Playmates -Child DxCDuncan's mother frowned at her son, who had his hands clasped together in front of him; head titled downward and staring at his feet from where he sat in the plastic chair. The picture child of shame.Playmates -Child DxC4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She knew from experience that he felt absolutely no remorse for his deed. Even at six, he was a trouble-maker. She hadn't the faintest idea why on earth she thought he would improve his behavior with age.
"Duncan," Karen Vega, Duncan's first grade teacher spoke from behind her desk. Duncan's head rose, and he shot her a pout. Tears lined his almost teal-colored eyes; identical to her own.
Emily Evans fought between wanting to be the slightest bit proud at his clearly exceptional acting skills, and being disappointed in him. She settled on a mixture of the two.
"Yes, Ms. K?" Duncan responded in a meek voice, lower lip jutting out further.
Emily held back a laugh at his over the top, sorrow-filled expression. Given their current situation, laughing would be entirely inappropriate. Still, sh
it was just a jokeHello, my name is Anonymousit was just a joke4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
and I am a bully.
I have always been the girl who gets what she wants, especially in high school. I had them all under my finger. Students, staff and the PTA. Then this new girl came to my school, my territory. Her name was Anna.
There was this boy I liked. He was that guy, and he was the one thing I still wanted. I'd had guys but that guy was the one Then Anna came along. I knew, when I saw them together exactly what she was thinking. She liked that guy too.
She was getting in my way. Anna was sweet and charming and such a cutie, that guy was bound to fall for her. I was jealous. I decided to play a joke on her. So one day, while I was sitting next to her in class, I took a pen and wrote SLUT on Anna's arm, where very one could see it. She was shocked, I could see it on her face. She almost cried.
I knew that guy didn't like girls who had been around. I knew that Anna wouldn't get in my way again. But I was wrong. He helped comforted Anna and helped her was
SomeoneI want someone...who wouldSomeone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wake me up in the middle of the night
With a text out of nowhere that says,
'Just letting you know I love you.'
I want someone...who would
Call me beautiful
Without even seeing me that day.
I want someone...who would call me
Just so I would say 'hello'
Because they just wanted to hear my voice.
I want someone who loves rain.
I want someone...who'd kiss my scars.
I want someone who'd tell me they need me
Every single day.
I want someone...to love me.
That's all I want in life...
I want to love and be loved.♥
AlwaysMaybe it's just because he's stubborn, or maybe it's because he'll end up being reminded of that day, back when they were children. Either way, Duncan has always kept his promises. Always.Always5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It doesn't matter if it's something as stupid as; "I promise I won't laugh." when she announces that the hairdresser made a mistake while giving her a trim. She removes the paper-bag she'd childishly pulled over her head, to reveal her hair that is much too short now, which she believes makes her look like a guy. His lip twitches, hinting a smile, but he doesn't laugh. However, his comment still leaves her fuming. "You might wanna consider putting that paper-bag back on, Sweetheart."
Or, if it's something as huge as; "I promise I won't break your heart, Courtney." the night she cries on his shoulder, sobbing about how her Parent's are getting a divorce, and that they're relationship might just end up the same way, if they decide to get married, one day.
The thought of prom
Crazy in LoveI love him. Don't you get that? Anything else is irrelevant. That's what it was all about. That I love him. More than anything. More than life. Don't you see? He is my everything. But she.. She came in just to ruin it. From the moment I saw her I knew she was bad news. A bad move on his part, maybe, but it wasn't his fault. It was all her. She knew what she was doing. We were so.. So perfect. Perfect for each other, and no one else. And that... That GIRL couldn't stand it. You have to believe me, it was an accident. Whatever she said went on, she's a liar. I would never do that to him. Never. And if it hadn't been for her I would've paid for it by now. I wouldn't be here. I'd be with him. But, once more, she did everything she could to keep me from him. EVERYTHING. She couldn't just.... Couldn't just let us be. Just let us be. Just let us be. Just let us be... She had to RUN IN. Smash her way into our lives. Run down what we built up. All she was was a home wrecker. A dirty, dirty homeCrazy in Love4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nacreous Not RottenJust because you should be working, doesn't mean you have to be working.Nacreous Not Rotten4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We need to breathe, we need to live. We need to hear music as its sweet notes stroke our souls. Sometimes we just need to grab the person nearest to us, swing them round and check what colour their eyes are. There is nothing worse than losing someone and then realising you never knew what colour their eyes were... Nothing.
Sometimes we need to stroll in old churchyards, and scrape aside the ivy on decaying tombstones, so that we can read their messages. Because those words mattered to someone, a long time ago.
Life is for living, not for being trapped in dark rooms
That SmileYour smile is amazing,That Smile4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It can light the darkest night.
The joy it brings to your eyes,
Is a one of a kind sight.
Your eyes always move me,
Almost always make me smile.
I know why I still love you,
Cuz you'll go the extra mile.
Even on a bad day,
That smile can still show.
All you need is a hug and a kiss,
And all your bad feelings go.
You know how to get me to smile,
You continue to stand by my side.
And it seems when I'm with you,
I have nothing to hide.
I love you,
It's all I know I can say.
I hope to continue on our path,
I don't want it another way.
It's Yours NowI remember the first day you told me you loved me,It's Yours Now5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the day I knew I felt the same way.
When the feelings in my chest,
threatened to lift me from this Earth.
When my heart swelled.
And my lips turned up in a smile.
And I felt as if anything was possible.
And felt something I never had before;
I felt love. I felt loved.
My heart was put in my chest,
to love only you.
For You, IMCR Dayfor the kids with colored hairFor You, IMCR Day4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for the kids with tattoos
for the kids with dreams
for the kids who dedicate themselves to music
for the misfits
for the lonley
for the business casual
for the moms
for the dads
for the brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles
for the ones who get harassed
for the ones that don't want to wear black forever
for the ones that bleed black and cry during classes
for the ones that write on their arms
for the ones that draw on thier math homework
for the chipmunck lovers
for the unicorn lover
for the dog lovers
for the cat lovers
for those with imagination
for those with humor
for those with crafty tendencises
for those who hurt
for those who don't
for those in divorce
for those in a broken home
for those in a prefect home
for the one stuck on the bottom bunk
for the one who won the top bunk
for the ones in summer school
for those who are gone
for those who mourn
for those who love
for those with out love
we gather in concert halls
and in the middle of malls
we hold ou