Emily LennonEmily Lennon4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was a Saturday night and Emily, was of course, sitting in front of the TV. Her favorite program was on, Saturday Night Live. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized it was another lonely night, without John. The lads had been on tour. She missed her silly mop topped man. She grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. It seems as though the usually hilarious show wasn't working at all. Tears started to roll and she wondered how many more nights John was going to be away. The tour was supposed to be over two weeks ago. But you know, weather, fans, things just happen.
The next thing Emily knew was that it was 3:00 in the morning, and she had fallen asleep on the couch. She got up and turned off the TV and headed into her bedroom, crawling into bed. Despite her recent sleepiness, She just couldn't fall asleep. She thought about John calling her Em. He always called her Em. Then she thought of his laugh. She just couldn't sleep. Emily gave up. She crawled out of bed and went into the
Streets of gold chpt.4Streets of gold chpt.43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
The house was empty. Quiet. Dark.
Just how I liked it.
But I trusted Tom on his word, he'd be back. I know he would be. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to let you into his heart then forget you... He seems different. In a good, kind way. Not the bad, bitchy, douche bag way. If he was like that, I wouldn't even have gotten near him, much less kissed him.
Hell, did I really kiss him? A boy? I've never even kissed a girl! But a boy? My God... I've changed too much just by meeting him.
I sighed deeply and sat down in front of the couch yeah, you heard me. In front of it. I stared down at the floor for the longest time. What was I thinking when I asked him over? What the hell was I even letting run through my damn mind. Ugh... But what if I was right, what I thought of last night? What if he is cheating on someone, with me? Of all people in Germany, Europe, the WORLD. Me? Why me? Am I that special? Am I reall
10 moments of silence10 moments of silence8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[Ten moments of silence.]
I fell in love with the full,
fluffy heaps of white on sidewalks,
the icicles that clung
to gutters and railings.
My mountains changed;
They're blue and ridged now.
The summers bleed the pavement
like steaming gray socks.
Shade does not offer solace
from moist, viscous air. In the afternoons,
if luck chances by, the humidity lofts
into thick purple clouds
and rain slaps hot pavement.
I can breathe.
The carrot leaves
fell from gold foliage
like drops of sunset.
I closed my eyes and saw twelve wild turkeys
gaggle cross the yard, a doe freeze,
framed by the window, ineffable
bright-lined spiders in the bathtub.
Is it the hoar-frost winters that bring to mind
poetry? There is no Parnassus in Virginia,
only weed-filled fields and roads
that twine like filaments through mountains.
White-blossom dogwood and poison ivy
have me of two minds; Could I have one
without the other, please?
No, no thank-you. I'll come back
some other time.
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
Streets of gold chpt.5Streets of gold chpt.53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
I was still laying on my bed sobbing, holding my right arm as tight as I could so the bleeding would stop.
My face was stained with tears and the usual black eyeliner I wear was running down as well. I felt horrible. Tattered. Torn. Smashed.
My head pounded as I sat up, still clutching my upper right arm. I looked over at the mirror across my room, seeing the fist-sized bruise that now made up my entire left cheek. I then looked down under my hand, on my arm. The same, deep, long wound was dragged into my skin. Just enough I could faintly see the muscle of my bicep. I hate my life. So fucking much. Why didn't he just get it over with and kill me? No. Instead, he makes me suffer. That stupid lying bitch makes me suffer like... Like... Like a kicked kitten.
Actually, I was kicked. Not a kitten, but I was kicked. My right side actually was pulsing and cringing itself with pain, along my ribcage. How did I not
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
Guilty Until Proven InnocentGuilty Until Proven Innocent9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My own slice of Salem,
My own practice for law:
How to prove myself innocent.
What others say they saw.
The trial not yet done,
The verdict's handed down.
Condemned, no chance for defense;
Accused by jury's frown.
Envy calls me guilty.
My own innocence is true.
Though baseless, their lies are believed;
My defenders are few.
Yet guilty! they all cry.
They do not let me speak.
I have done nothing to harm them
But profess Myself weak.
But I do not object,
For nothing can be done.
There's no audience to hear me,
Not I, the guilty one.
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
2. A Man in a Hat2. A Man in a Hat4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lost, love?" a boy's voice asked.
I slowly lifted my head, looking up from the boots, along a pair of lime green pants, a white shirt, and an orange tail coat. He took his arm off the tree which he had been leaning on, pulling a yellow and blue top hat off a branch. He reached down to help me up.
"Who are you?" I asked, using the outstretched hand he offered.
He grinned, brushing auburn hair away from his green eyes, then straightening his blue bow tie. "Wonderland's confessional."
"Well, that's what I call myself. Everyone comes to me eventually, and then they tell me everything. Care for some tea?" he asked abruptly, turning around and striding off down the path.
I hurried after him, as he was the only person whom I had met so far. "I don't like tea much. I prefe
An Emergence 10: ConnectionAn Emergence 10: Connection7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from An Emergence 9: Waiting
An Emergence 10: Connection
Hakage sat in front of Sesshoumaru with her back as straight and rigid as one of stone pillars.
"...You...require my assistance?" She did not hide her astonishment.
"You understand what that means." Sesshoumaru watched her intently.
"I cannot let you inside of the Matriarch's chamber. You must stay at the guest's palace this evening." Hakage answered decisively.
She was afraid to anger him, however, it was not something she could allow herself to do. Even if they tried, Kuchinagimaru's presence would surely escalate such attempt into a disastrous situation. She was not confident about escaping the astute Lord of the Orochi's notice, even with Sesshoumaru's effort. Still, she felt sympathetic to his wish.
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru: Ch. 5The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru: Ch. 58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One evening, not too long after she began her journeys as her own mistress, Rin came over a small rise to discover the remains of a small village, its humble homes nothing but burning embers.
"Rin-sama," Jaken said hastily, "This is of no concern to you. There is nothing to be done here. We will find another road. Let us leave this sadness behind us."
Rin did not move an inch; she stood still as a stone, her face slowly growing pale. "It was just like this in my own village... the day my parents were killed." Her left hand sought out the hilt of Bakusaiga, and she grasped it so hard that her knuckles turned white. "Bandits," she said through clenched teeth. "I hate them. I hate them more than anything else."
"Rin." Sesshomaru's voice entered her thoughts; he could sense her anger, and his words came gently. "I hear only the weeping of children, and I smell only blood and death."
Without really looking where she was going, Rin ha
GA fanfic 2-PrologueGA fanfic 2-Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bartonville Insane Asylum, IL
The GA crew gets locked down inside a former Insane Asylum inhabited by restless spirits and malevolent entities.
Gottah Secret -Literature-Gottah Secret -Literature-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arina turned slowly, to face the man who she had been walking beside, the man she gave her heart to; the man she loved.
"Got a secret...can you keep it?"
Ash stopped, and turned all the same, to face the much smaller hunter. "Well-"
"Swear this one you'll save. Better lock it, in your pocket..." Arina looked down, her hair covering over her eyes. Ash watched, confused, but listening to the words that were being handed to him.
Arina immediately looked back up, and into his eyes-
"Taking this one to the grave...If I show you, then I know you, wont tell what I said..."
Ash held his breath.
Arina smirked, "Cause two can keep a secret. If one of them is dead." she let one of her hands grab Ash's. Ash flinched, let out a nervous chuckle, nodded his head and they continued on their walk.
"Y-you can tell me..."
Aldous grinned, the smile plastered across his face crookedly. He flicked his eyes around the room, then blinked and looked to Arina, who had her eyes narrowed at him darkly.
Sesshomaru and RinThe Sesshomaru and Rin RelationshipSesshomaru and Rin6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The InuYasha series is a whirlwind of what ifs. What will happen to Kagome after thirty years in Sengoku Jidai? How does the time configuration of the Bone-Eaters Well work? And if Inuyashas ears feel like three layers of dumpling dough, what does that feel like? But one of the most heated debates has to flare at asking, What is Rin to Sesshomaru? Surrogate daughter or future romance? Both sides will vehemently defend their respective positions, yet the paternal relationship between demon and human is made clear in Sesshomarus actions and evident circumstances throughout the series. To write Sesshomaru and Rin off as another romantic pairing is a shallow dip not delving beyond the surface. To properly assess their characters several factors must be analyzed.
Rin is an innocent girl. Theres a reason Takahashi didnt have a strikingly beautiful woman find Sesshomaru injured
An Emergence 1An Emergence 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Following is a short list of ideas and premise used in this story. Please read it before starting on the story. It will make more sense.
Sesshoumaru and Kureha had studied together since they were children.
Kureha's mother and Inu no Taishou had an alliance against a foreign youkai invasion, and since then their kin kept their alliance.
Kureha was entrusted to Sesshoumaru's mother while she received lessons from sages gathered at Sesshoumaru's mother's palace.
They met every few years, and Kureha stayed about half a year each time.
Kureha's Orochi (Great Serpent) clan and Sesshoumaru's Inu Daiyoukai have different customs and social structure.
Youkai do not have convention of marriage.
In my universe, Inupop was an absent father. He did not live with Sessmom, and he visited Sessmom and Sesshoumaru from time to time, occasionally giving Sesshoumaru lessons when he was around. (as seen in Y
LycanthropeLycanthrope6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The lust for flesh
My skin, ripping and tearing
As new life breaks forth
It takes control
I lose myself to the wolf
The carcus of a dead creature
I gorge myself on it organs
The taste of blood
It fills my mouth
I finish feasting
Hearing screams of horror
Instincts have their way
It takes my flesh
Devours my soul
The moon in full
I've lost control
The wolf within me
Begs for more meat
I call out
With a deafening howl
Who shares my curse
"A Haunting memory""A Haunting memory"4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For a brief moment, I was a monster
How could've I nearly hurt
The one who looks up to me?
Another sinister being tried to use me,
Not myself, yet I was still there.
She refused to leave and almost caused her harm,
But her will brought me back.
Seeing the fear in her eyes concerned me,
Why did she fear me?
One of the strongest of our team showed
Apprehension whenever she had to work with me.
I still wonder if the brief moment I was a monster
Has taken a toll on her.
I can only hope to know in time.
The brief moment he was a monster,
I had to stay strong despite my fear.
The residing fear lingers on my heart as
I continued walking through the dark.
How I want to tell what happened,
But I didn't know how.
Our leader seems to be noticing my fear
Yet everytime he asks what's wrong,
I force it away and carry on as if it was nothing.
Despite my efforts, my guilt and shame
Haunts me every night while with my team.
For showing love that left me vulnerable,
Bruse: Chapter 1Bruse: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Glas Clann Tribe, Ancient Oak Forest
Offaly County, Ireland approx. 5000 BC
Nothing could have woken the village faster than the high pitched scream that Saorla, a respected mother of the Glas Clann tribe, let out that morning.
It rang throughout the village, leaving a haunted echo that seemed to rummage through each hut to wake the inhabitants.
"Goodness!" Started Aonghas, who bolted upright from his pillow in alarm "what is it this time?"
Early morning light poured in through the entrance flap of his hut. As he sat, blinking through the hazy darkness, a cool breeze rustled its way in and filled the room, making Aonghas shiver under his blanket. He had never really been much of a morning person, even though morning always seemed to enjoy bursting into his hut each day to greet him.
Hey there worldHey there world5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
hey there world how are you
ive got a minute, how bout you
i wanna tell you about everything
and tell you why it is i sing
i ve had a lot on my mind
and with your help i hope i'll find
some solid ground to build upon
cause my foundation is gone
and i turn to you...
hey there world help me faster
cause i'm caught up in diaster
starting new is never easy
my heads spinning im so dizzy
its really not all that bad tho
just need to gather myself and take it slow
where will i end up i may never know
but i'm here and this day is new
so i'll turn to you...
Love letterWhen I am with you... I feel weak; yet for you I could move mountains. I feel afraid, and yet nothing scares me. I want to speak, but my lips can only stumble around, stuttering out thier nonsense. I wish to touch your beautiful face, but my hand is stilled by guilt. It is the guilt of being imperfect, yet desiring closeness with one as beautiful and perfect as you. This guilt has rendered me useless; this fault has rendered me unworthy. There is the chance you will come to me, but the question is: will this guilt allow me to be with one as perfect as you? Then again, what would your perfection have to do with one as horrid and revolting as me. For what does light have in common with the darkness? I tell you there is nothing; yet you have come to me, not needing, but wanting me. Oh, how sweet it is to be wanted! How sweet it is to be desired! Now I want for nothing.Nothing, except to be with you, my friend, my lover, my God.Love letter9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This