The betKatara stormed off, to be anywhere but near that obnoxious Fire Bender! He thinks he's just all that? She scoffed and kicked at a rock harshly. "I hate him!" she declared to no one in particular. Toph raised an eye brow. "Really? Well you could of fooled me." she sarcastically, though she was smirking. Katara glared. "I do, I hate when we visit him. He makes me so mad!" she yelled, wanting to water whip the smirk right off the Fire Lord's face. Toph laughed. "No, Sugar queen. You don't get mad, you get hot. You just don't know the difference." she said, grinning when the young water bender turned bright red.The bet4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Katara glared. "Look, me and Zuko are a big no no. It just, no! I hate him anyways I can't wait in till we leave." she said childishly stomping her foot. Toph sighed and rolled her eyes "You have to admit it sooner or later Sugar queen. You and sifu hot man have it bad for each other." she said, then left snickering. Katara sighed loudly. She wasn't going to stay in this danged pal
i know betteri know better thani know better4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to dream about forever
but because of that
i'm always waiting for the end
i've been taught to
be ready for heartbreak
and that readiness
keeps me from being able to mend
Friendship Turns into LoveFriendship Turns into Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cried a tear for you tonight...
So many problems in your life...
I wanna help you be all right
I'm glad you talked to me about this
I know I can't do anything about it
But that won't stop me from trying.
I wanna be there to help you.
Whenever you need me;
Allow me to save you from your miserable truth
I hope you know you can always talk to me.
Let me be the one to sooth you
Whenever you are in an angry mood
Because... to be perfectly honest..
(As perfect as you)- Tonight,
I believe I fell in love with you.
This Is The SoilThe dirt was cold, and the skin around my fingernails clung to it hopefully. I churned in his ashes slowly, giving him back to the birches he planted forty years ago. I started using the curls of their bark for paper after he died; lines of poetry struggle every day in the drafts from the window, shivering and moving away bit-by-bit from the glass panes that I can see the river through. It always rushes in the winter; the cold is never cold enough to freeze, but always cold enough to chill. I left half the ashes in the urn.This Is The Soil4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Judges 4-5: Deborah and Them Deborah was pissed off. It was good she had her own palm tree to sit under most of the time, or her husband Lap would feel her wrath. In fact, her wrath wreathed her palm in a welter of disgust about this new prophecy she had for war.Judges 4-5: Deborah and Them4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Men! Dammit!" she muttered. "They are by far the biggest wussies I ever pass judgement on, the fools. Barak will be here any minute, whining at me. Today's the day he's supposed to do more war. Stupid men! I won't even start on God."
Deborah, who secretly wished she was called 'Debbie' or even 'Debutante,' wasn't just a prophetess. She also served as The Judge of Israel, and was a more furious woman than Judge Judy would ever be. Even the palm tree was called Deborah, in order for hapless men and sensible women to find this ferocious female and settle their arguments or hear their future.
Sure enough, here came all-show no-substa
I Guess I wasn't Made That WayIs it redundant to describe a brothel as seedy?I Guess I wasn't Made That Way4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I suppose it is, but then how can I be expected to describe a brothel that I think must be particularly seedy? I don't know, I guess I'm no expert on brothels or anything, but I don't think they can all be as seedy as the one I found myself in. Everything from the rather off-putting older woman who answered the door and questioned me severely about whether I was looking for "any freaky shit" to the mismatched, ratty furniture in the waiting room.
Now that I come to think about it, the idea of a waiting room in a brothel is a little gross in itself.
I wasn't thinking that at the time, though, I was full of 1. nervousness 2. a pretty serious identity crisis and 3. vodka because 4. my parents had just told me I was a robot and 5. I wasn't at all sure I wanted to be a robot.
So that's what was going through my mind, sitting on that plaid-patterned sofa with mustard-yellow exposed foam in several places, picki
the words and the silence_c.words are what brought us together.the words and the silence_c.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it was the sentences and the phrases, the way the vowels sounded when you murmured them over state lines. it was the way i could hear your tongue roll and your teeth click; the sensual sighs between the beginning and the end. it was the way i could hear the ocean in your voice and the way i could feel the typhoon at the base of my spine. there was no friction between your fingertips and my flesh. there was no raised hairs from the tide of your breath. it was the language and the way we forged it between upraised hands and a prayer. it was the promise of tomorrow and the carved stone we left on our porch step - knowing one day our sails would fill with more than just hope.
Dreams are what gave our words life.
Oh, there was glory in the romance we dreamt of. We saw a legend in our tale, awaiting a serendipitous encounter and we craved to carve out its epic climax with our bare fingertips. Yes there was glory, and even pride. Pride that ou
winter heart.maybe it's the weather. maybe it's the steam in the morning and the fog in my lungs that brings these words to life. i can feel them stirring under my breath like a second life; i can taste them in the december air that teases nostalgia from the pitter patter of my winter heart.winter heart.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's like life is a faded photograph. its like time is a frozen lake. it's like i'm sitting on porches wearing oversized sweaters and holding cups that burn the tips of my numb fingertips. it's like i'm in a forest and it's damp. it's dark. it tastes like a memory and the rain looks the way it did two years ago when i was broken. it's like remembering something perfect in a moment that was anything but; like holding something just out of reach in the palm of my hand.
ten months and three days ago: i'm in a coffee shop with frost on the sidewalk. it is quiet and loud and i have the feeling that i really am all alone. but it isn't bad. it is peaceful. it is soft and my bruised heart breathes deep. i exhale. it is
AmazingAmazing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are the same forks
that I used yesterday
to gouge your eyes out.
No dear you can keep them.
Moonlight of HopeThe floor was the color of dead mouse skins.Moonlight of Hope4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My heart nearly lurched up into my throat as I looked around the hallway I was standing in. Above me, clear skylights showed the night time sky. The stars were like little gemstones on black velvet cloth as the crescent moon sent down a sliver of light onto the cold tiled floor. Where the light didn't touch shadows danced around like wooden play puppets on strings. And every time I saw a shadow jump at me I clenched the silver two foot sword in my left hand tighter.
Just turn on the hall light Alaina, an evil thought pricked into my head as I closed my eyes and laid my head on the ice cold wall beside me. A river of icicles slowly shot down my spinal cord that made my body start quivering like crazy. It isn't like you're in a dungeon or something where there isn't access to electricity.
I opened my eyes and rolled them at the thought. Than I lifted up my
RainbowRainbow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you feel sad or depressed,
When you feel your world crashing down underneath your feet,
and you feel that nothing is gonna get right
Imagine a rainbow With bright and happy colors.
Let them take place on your heart and mind.
After doing this, think:
"I will overcome all of my problems and be happy
Because there's always a colorful and bright rainbow after the storm."
Kissing in the RainHis words are bouncing off herKissing in the Rain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
skin like raindrops in a summer storm.
Dripping and sliding off the bridge of her
nose and gluing her eyelashes into
Her eyes are stormy and dark and words
tumble off her tongue and wrap themselves
around his neck, slowly squeezing tighter
They're breathing hard and their chests
are pounding with each beat of their
With eyes boring into each others they
are saying things that shouldn't be voiced
and shouldn't be heard and shouldn't ever
be said aloud.
I love you
The words splatter to the ground to
fall and sink to the bottom of mud puddles.
Her eyes are unreadable and her mouth is sad.
But as she presses it up against his it upturns
into a small smile.
And kissing in the rain never felt so right.
we're all standing still.He's not coming back this time.we're all standing still.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's hard to remember that sometimes when a door shuts, it just stays closed. There's no other consequence. No other opportunity. Just one more way you can't go. One more person that you can't follow. Sometimes, you're just as stuck as you feel so it doesn't matter if the earth travels one million six hundred thousand miles through space every day. You are in the same place as yesterday so all that other movement is just superfluous. It's not bringing anyone closer together. It's not going toward any sort of destination. There is no end. No point. It's just ceaseless movement through an ever-expanding universe that only keeps getting bigger until you're simply a tiny pinpoint that feels absolutely alone. And meaningless. Unnecessary. And all of this just makes it feel overwhelmingly true.
The truth is most of the roads here only go one way.
Some days, you believe you can get out of here and live somebody else's life in some other place and with all of th
Broken Story vs Full Novel"Hey, how are you? It's been a while."Broken Story vs Full Novel2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Four years, right?"
"Yeah... you've changed."
"If you're referring to me becoming half a poem, unfinished because ink spilled on the page, you're right."
"No you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"You're only sorry that in the end you lost everything, that's why you're here now."
"That's not true."
"Is it? Your silver tongue only goes so far."
"Why are you here?"
"I miss you."
"Of course, you miss the memory of us. Something that is gone, something you lost. You do know that memories are different from the present, right?"
"I'm not coming back."
"Why would one want to return to a broken story when they now have the full novel?"
Wedding PrayerDear Lord Jesus,Wedding Prayer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bless this most sacred of days,
As I make this promise,
To love and honor,
To cherish and adore,
Giving my heart, my soul, my whole life,
To the one You've created for me,
Please guide us in our day-to-day trials, and triumphs,
Forsaking all sin and temptation,
And embracing His wisdom and truth,
May Your grace and mercy join our hearts together,
Forever bound by the will of Your Father,
Ever-committed to growing in His word,
From this day forth,
To eternity in Heaven,
In Your Holy Name I pray,
"And everybody said... Amen."
Bride of ChristThe chair was too stiff for me, but I dared not move.Bride of Christ4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Behind me, the shouts of hundreds demanded I be condemned. "Whore!" one of them cried, another "Liar and trickster!" The words stung, in part because they were true.
A gavel pounded down, barely silencing the angry crowd. I looked up only with my eyes, and saw Satan, beautiful with temptation and terrifying with sin, looking down upon me.
He smiled, and it was cruel. I knew my time had come. I could do nothing to save myself. What I had done could not be erased. I looked down at my hands, both resting lifelessly on my lap. They were covered with dirt and blood, the form of my sin made real on the hands of the one who committed them. They were heavy, and I could barely move under the weight of my sin.
Though I had no mirror, I knew I was bloodied and made dirty with every sin. Even my face
Pass Them OnAll right, pencil, paper, books, pens, pencil sharpeners, class syllabuses, rulers, sandwich, thermos, flash drive, Purell, all in the backpack. Susie Derkins liked to be especially prepared on the first day of school, and well, this was freshman year right? There was no way she'd go without Purell.Pass Them On4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She swung her backpack on and made a mad dash for the door, but she heard her mother call from the kitchen and wheeled madly left, nearly swinging her arms in circles to maintain her balance, and gave her a quick kiss and a "love you mom so very, very much bye now!" and went for the door again.
"Now wait a pea-pickin minute miss Susie Derkins, you get back here and give me a good look at you." She groaned, "Moooom," "Now, give me a turn." She sighed inwardly, but complied. "You look gorgeous honey, have a good day." And with that, she was officially released.
As she walked to the bus stop, she contemplated her sc