The Friends of the ChampionThe Friends of the Champion4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Complete antidote to my last fiction, haha. This little bit of silly takes place long before the previous post when Kirkwall sat in the eye of the storm. Hawke and his companions enjoy the peace, unaware that - between them - it is they who will bring about its end.
Just a bit of stupid fun, but bitter sweet if you know what's to come ^_^
"Okay so - stop me if you've heard this one."
It's late, probably very late, in the Hanged Man. Cortland Hawke looks absently around the room, as if the time might just leap from the boarded walls and make itself known.
Heaving another draught from his tankard, the newly-dubbed 'Champion of Kirkwall' gives up any pretence of caring what time it is anyway and lets his head rest on his arms, his gaze moving toward the party's resident healer. Anders is holding court, having seemingly nominated himself as entertainer for the latter part of the evening in the absen
Hate"I hate you."Hate4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Klaus smirks, sucking more fumes from his cigarette. It floods his lungs, coating them in a thin layer of comfort, before exhaling. The calming chemicals linger, though, and that's what he's after.
"Love you too," he replies, sarcastic, obviously not thinking about what Ben is really saying; not thinking, or just not caring.
"I mean it," Ben says, voice heightening slightly from Klaus' nonchalance.
Klaus rolls his eyes and flicks his dying cig off the roof. He doesn't need to look to see the thin, glowing trail as it falls; it's a brief thing, and he doesn't care for those things any longer.
He leans back against the roof, lingering warmth of the tiles against his back. Ben is diagonal to him, on his left side, sitting huddled by one of the many chimneys. Klaus can just make out his figure, cloaked in his dark uniform; his hair, though, catches the moonlight, making it easier to distinguish.
"And why, pray tell me, do you hate me now?" Klaus drawls out, remnants of smoke
CourageThe world needs more courage.Courage10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Courage to fear.
Courage to hope.
Courage to hurt.
Courage to cope.
Courage to laugh.
Courage to cry.
Courage to live.
Courage to die.
Courage to love.
Courage to hate.
Courage to leave.
Courage to wait.
Courage to jump.
Courage to fall.
Courage to run.
Courage to crawl.
Courage to go.
Courage to stay.
Courage to work.
Courage to play.
Courage to fail.
Courage to try.
Courage to wish.
Courage to fly.
Courage to fight.
Courage to talk.
Courage to stand.
Courage to walk.
Courage to win.
Courage to lose.
Courage to dream.
Courage to use.
ouroboros.ouroboros.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
White and gold still dressed her spine.
Those chains and gems criss crossed her shoulder blades in absent patterns, slung across her skin with a careless air. She was a creature of laces. Lace. Cream coloured filligree. And in this new home that didn't yet feel like hers,
she felt so small
alone on her wedding night with only years upon years of flowers to keep her company.
Arehtet went to the window and pushed it open, let it yawn wide open like the maw of the manticore. Her perfume called, white smoke with the lull of desert roses and dragon's blood on its tongue of deceits. She pulled her veil back and she blinked.
This kingdom could fit in the palm of her hand. She reached out. Closed her fingers around all those twinkling lights and crushed them to the dust of an hourglass.
The night wasn't so dark.
But it was vast.
The halls of Caeronvar Rock echoed under his feet as he stalked through them, gold softly clinking against his wrists and chest.
They called it the Rock and that was e
something to write about...I'd been drug sniffedsomething to write about...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
addled & otherwise
by agents in
points of origin
hope to heart to god
like father thought
hand to fist to mouth
like mother taught
as if no one had
colored those pale
so I shook
as all good books
to the shape
you've made me
I tried to trace
as a map
but found you'd
Pass the Poem: Loss of a LovedYour face still fills my vision when I close my eyesPass the Poem: Loss of a Loved6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I remember July's gentle rain on white wicker.
I yearn for the candle-lit nights of embracing love
And I miss the unforgettable fire in your eyes
the memory of your smile stains my heart with a color I can't describe
midnight blue my thoughts run in circles, with star dropped diamond tears
My heart cannot comprehend this feeling of desolation
as teardrops patter through the broken window of my heart
My eyes cannot abandon the sights of you suffering-fading away
I'm lonely and everywhere I hear the sky screaming your name
A stray breeze carries your scent and a stranger wears your face.
I'm caught up in wisps of your phantom that I want to never leave.
I press flowers onto your grave, a token of affection
One you will never be able to push back... my hands are empty
I fall back against the tomb stone and wonder why you left
Its one of my many questions to which the heavens answer with silence
Without you, I'm starting
True and HaikuArt is lingerie;True and Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silk and satin draped upon
our starving egos.
Shed your Tatters by the RiverGirl, shed your tatters by the riverShed your Tatters by the River5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but never shed a single tear.
Let them cling on to your sclera
as monsoon droplets to a mirror
and coalesce into the stream
of your translucent dreams -
your own personal
- just beneath your weary lids,
the lake where all your passions feed;
anger, fear, hatred, grief -
let them all simmer and sieve,
undisclosed, beneath your eyes,
'til all your feelings seem to phase
into one relentless sea
of compassionate placidity,
and your pure heart is moved
by stirrings of first love.
Girl, shed your tatters by the river
but never shed a single tear.
baby drilledif the sun stillbaby drilled5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shines then the
we've been repeating
what the rain said
spray the earth's
into the bay
let them make
in the riverbed
with one hand
what the other
the night in
Weasleys' Wizard WheezesWeasleys' Wizard WheezesWeasleys' Wizard Wheezes4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Come one, come all
come boys and girls,
come ladies and gents
to the funniest place in the world!
If you want to torture your friends,
then this is the place for you.
'Cause where else will you find,
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes,
and we live for fun.
Headless Hats and Portable Swamps,
there's enough for everyone!
Our mission in life is to
annoy and amuse.
So come on down
and see Fred and George.
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes
is a sure cure for the blues!
Excellent choice, my dear.
Hey, don't leave yet,
see what we have here.
This just came in,
I know you'll like it, at least I hope.
Get revenge on your enemies
with a Punching Telescope!
Come visit the shop any time;
we're open twenty-four-seven.
If you like to prank and joke,
you'll be stepping into heaven.
Our mum wasn't pleased,
no, not one bit.
But, honey, I'll tell you
it was so worth it!
So be sure to stop
in our little sh
GriefHands clasp togetherGrief6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
The crunch of leaves
Beneath covered feet
Through the trees
The gray fades
to white or black
Around the cold branches
Trees in the mist
White cold hands
Winter Shades of GreyBrown eyes,Winter Shades of Grey5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(dirt peeking through
the diamond quarry
a smile creeping
like a wild vine
into the corners of your cheeks.
Your blue whisper-lips
make me thinkpaint
covered in frost
yellow walls and coats on the rack...
...a grey winter morning
The Prayers of the FaithlessBetween one client and the next,The Prayers of the Faithless5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the holy whore would kneel to pray.
She never knew quite what to say
deep in her heart lay a misgiving,
as if the poor girl all but knew
that gods are ointments to subdue
the aching lesions of the living.
golden ingredientsminneapolis hadgolden ingredients6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes so blue
I couldn't sleep
wanted to wander
lose myself in her
but memory's unmade
dreams depart with
I ate up pavement
like a twin city
and though I left
before you loved me
I couldn't ask
for a better way
to fill my hours
Soaring FreedomThe moon and stars gave a luminescent glow to the night sky.Soaring Freedom4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The crisp night air felt cool upon his face as he flew through it.
His hair flew back revealing his past, revealing his rise to fame.
On his broomstick he flew
Away from cares
Away from worries
He was free to roam the night skies, away from prying eyes.
This was the only time he was truly free.
The only time he could, himself be.
My Last Moments SPOILER HP7"Stupefy!" Damn, she dodged it.My Last Moments SPOILER HP74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I heard a voice from behind me. Low, dark, cruel. "Avada Kedavra!" Please not be Dolohov's voice. A sinking feeling inside me told me it was.
I tried to focus myself back onto fighting my aunt but a nagging feeling inside me kept on reminding me that Remus has just died. Bellatrix's face was contorted into a mocking grin that confirmed my worst fear. I shot a few more spells at my aunt but the Great Hall felt like it was going to crash around me any moment now.
I couldn't give up. I have to keep fighting. Teddy needs at least one of his parents.
Suddenly, a flash of red light hit my chest. My heart felt as though it had stopped beating, but it wasn't painful. I was falling backwards and my life rushed through my eyes, specifically the last couple months I've gotten to be with Remus and Teddy. That was the best time of my life.
The moment before I hit the ground I realized what had happened: she killed me.
I only had one thought left.
Teddy, your parents
RousseauBeautyRousseau4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each lies within the other.
All the chaos, the unintentional perfection that
like the toss of your hand, like the breath in our lungs
(pink as Spring's breast---cherry blossoms)
Every scab on my face yields new skin,
velvet baby flesh awaiting the weight of brown pigment and the day's dust,
the gold bounty of the sun,
but each scab on my face is violet
like the night
and red as the open-mouthed, glorious wounds of the horizon;
red as the dragonfly's wing.
In everything that is,
there is a dormant, inherent beauty,
just as we inherently love all that we consider to be beautiful.
Ugliness thrives like jagged-toothed
bottom feeders in the hearts of misanthropes;
those that shut their eyes
A Broken Neon BulbSleepless nightsA Broken Neon Bulb5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clicking frantically for water:
My seed yearns for a clue,
an answer for its
wordless, impossible question.
Will these efforts
Or will the tired branches
of this new, this oh-so new
shrivel with premature age
before they can
How many circles will I turn
before my leaves
lap up the sun?
And yet, I seek no oracle.
Should I have the choice,
I would take no powers
I am frightened.
What will become of me?
what will I become?
it isn't really therecannot kenit isn't really there5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that once again
this thing we see
in clarity -
is just a new mirage.
what dreams create will dissipate,
as dawning light reveals it as a shadow.
[that brilliant inspiration was a shadow?]
we lie awake a-worry over absolutes.
nothing comes to mind until
we start to drift away.
then, the answer is so obvious
our calmness is complete,
and so, we sleep.
early to arise aware
with optimism -
no clue as to why,
that night again to worry.
llp - sep2010 - dA
bored like rain.blue bubbles float around the universe.bored like rain.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our thoughts are inside, carried away down
the milky way and across to the land that
aslan came from.
believing in something, something greater
than yourself, must be so liberating, so
comforting. i wish i knew the feeling. i would
like to go back to that place i was once curled
up inside, once so apart of i had disappeared
into it. and then i was abruptly ripped from it
like a fresh scab from flesh. i don't think i've
spelling smoke.so, here we are, listening to the chainsspelling smoke.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the swings go back and forth,
real prison like sounds, you know?
sitting here in the grass, smoking
these cuban cigarettes that come
in these really tiny packs of twelve,
and they taste like bark. but stuff
like this is okay for us. cause, we're
following this ghost, and she's
bleeding and smoking and talking
with us about shit like neighbors
stalking you over their window sills,
and baked pie and real paranoid stuff.
so we follow this ghost home, and
her legs are all sticky with blood,
and i don't know, clouds or something.
we get there and all it is is a whole
lot of limbs stacked on top of each
other in beds and around the kitchen
counters, and all they're asking is if
the flowers in our hair are real or whatever.
because they are and we picked them
when we followed the ghost down
the halls. because this is it, real prison
like sounds, i guess, all i hear is
sway. click. click. click.
flowersandrobotsthe futureflowersandrobots6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
judging the duration
by the a-
mount of empty chairs
arranged at your
from the tulips
while their true lips
and the price
of every present
is the former you
the never pleasant