Edd, Interrupted Part 13Title: Edd, InterruptedEdd, Interrupted Part 133 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rating: T for minor Teen Concepts (mild language, etc.)
Character(s): Edd ''Double D'', Ed, Eddy (mentioned), Rolf (mentioned), Sarah
Summary: A glimpse inside Double D's collective memoir as he reminisces into the childhood of that ''Eternal Summer'' of the Peach Creek Cul-de-sac.
Warnings: (See Rating)
Word count: 3,349
24. Can We Start Again?
I ran straight from Rolf's house to Ed's. When Sarah answered the door, I ran straight past her, ignoring her confused stare. I didn't hesitate to bolt down the flight of steps to the basement and instead of knocking on Ed's door as I normally did I just barged in. Thankfully it wasn't locked. I stood in the front of Ed's room, panting for breath. Ed was drawing at his desk beside the bed, and when he turned to look at me, his face showed no sign that he recognized who I was.
''Ed...'' I said between laboured breaths.
He raised his single e
Hearts Never Belong To TwoBrazen skin.Hearts Never Belong To Two3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under the cracks I see silk;
Rusted and darkened, breaking at the seams.
The feeling is similar, but within the grooves,
Running my fingers along a familiar plane, I become lost,
Naked against the differences.
But I submerge deeper, looking for discrepancies.
Same eyes, same mouth, same voice:
Old-age antiquities, invaluable to me.
But the silver tongue doesn’t divert me.
Words pour into my ears.
Persuasion is the greatest weapon, lies like poison.
The bombardment insistent, the damage invisible.
But secrets float to the surface.
Beating blood or bile,
Never belong to two.
InfinityI’m afraid that you’ll love me like the wind loves daisies,Infinity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blowing them over the edge of their precipice overlooking the sea.
I’m afraid you’ll meet me sadly at the bottom and lap the water like a question against my crumpled stem
when the strength of your love has left me numb.
You ask me what I’m afraid of, and I’m afraid that you’re a nebula spanning the vast darkness of space
while I’m just a lonely speck of sand;
too small not to get swept up in your currents and dragged out into the rolling ocean
and lose myself forever beneath your stars.
Sephiroth x Genesis - A Common Story - LovelessTheme: SinceritySephiroth x Genesis - A Common Story - Loveless3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Sephiroth x Genesis (Warning: Boy Love.)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy characters.
The way he pursed his lips as if he were going to say something the way his voice carved it's way through souls; the way his lapis eyes berated vision by rendering it completely ethereal. Sephiroth ran his hand through the unruly locks of Genesis Rhapsodosthe man that lay beside him, flat on his backLoveless in hand. "You never change." Sephiroth commented.
Genesis lowered the open book so that it lay flayed out upon his chest. The auburn moved his irises to the left and tilted his head a bit in order to see Sephiroth's face. "Nor do you." Sephiroth was lying on his side, pale skin facing pale skin. He scratched Genesis's head a bit in response, further mussing up his hair. "Would you stop that?" Genesis pulled himself away from Sephiroth, turning his back to him in the process. The motion had caused the bed sheets to further cri
AbsenceI still hear your voice in the wide open meadowAbsence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laughing like honey bees
And Currawong cries.
In the shivering of gum leaves
In the shadows of steam trains,
Spied between fences and snowflakes' tears.
I still hear your voice at the foot of the staircase
By the swing-set at sunrise
In the car when it rains.
In the whisper of piano keys that play every evening
And haven't been touched in years.
love al nientei.love al niente2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was December,
the grass wet with the sky's tears
and the moon hanging in the sky
like desperate mistletoe.
The bus stop always seemed perversely romantic:
you could see exactly how people painted fatigue
on their faces,
some strange dance of yawns and grunts
which reminded you of exactly how damn precious
problems of the privileged are.
Of course, you did not dance.
You did not paint fatigue that morning.
When the sun hypocritically spilled its summer gold
believing your smile could turn it into something refreshing,
and because it was a wrong note in life's symphony
I stepped closer to the bright almond
of your eyes.
Your first words were
"The beige really works with the leaves.",
and I think there
the fingers hit ivory
i could never have been sure with you;
you had danced on plenty tight ropes before
you settled for dancing on
and that's fucking good riddance,
you made me hit maximum occupancy at o
Damian and the Thunders Pt. 4The next day Lizzy met Damian at the park and Jackie met Keith, just like they promised. Ryan and Paul were also there that day though Paul's other friends weren't.Damian and the Thunders Pt. 43 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Are you ready to fight?" Keith asked. "I've been practicing all night so I'm gonna beat you today."
"Yeah right. You couldn't even beat a squirrel." Jackie scoffed.
This time Lizzy and Damian decided to watch the fight as well as Paul. Ryan was off telling his newest story but quickly got bored with that, so he came to watch too. He walked over and sat down beside Lizzy.
Keith and Jackie had been playing sword fighting for about an hour when Keith said,
"I'm tired. Let's go sit down for a bit."
"Good idea." Jackie agreed.
"You want to go play something?" Lizzy asked Damian.
"HIDE-AND-SEEK!" the boy cheered.
"Can I play with you too?" Ryan asked them.
"I'm 'it'!" Damian called.
AureolinI jammed the paper shredder with dandelion headsAureolin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
after the sun came up this morning,
call it photophobia but I just hate it
how the days keep passing even when I
really need a break,
how the skies can be clear even when it’s
raining in my head.
I guess beauty is a concept
but I needed something tangible,
so I settled for flowers instead of hearts
just this once, who would’ve guessed
they don’t go down quite as easy.
joy of lifei will never die againjoy of life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will never cry again
these eyes shall shed no more tears
this heart shall harbour no more fears
this body will breathe no more
this soul shall bleed no more
as i slowly turn to dust
and all of my entrail begin to rust
i realize what a bitter sweet joy life really is
I just want to go homeI was cracking my skull wide open, lookingI just want to go home11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
north for an answer and growing
flowers like compass roses
inside of my lungs,
(one night in July when the rain refused to stop)
and i couldn’t help but notice how that noise,
water hitting palms, palms turned up in innocence
(out the upstairs window, reaching like they always are,
reaching for something to wash away the old paint and
(re)sounded just like a question, an ivory song
LiesLet me look into your eyesLies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes beautiful, eyes deep,
Let me sink into your mind
To see the secrets that you keep
Let me kiss you past your tongue
To your heart warm and sweet
Then I'd see the honest truth
Your lies are only words deep
Some day you may hurt yourself
Your skin will break and bleed
The words will pour quickly out
Protection is only skin deep
I know you more than anyone
I know the answers that I seek
Are hiding behind your pretty words
Your lies are only skin deep
Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,Night of the Violin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding upon a blade of rusted steel
The mood of a rose ascends beyond ether
caressing souls in skies hoary
From the pitch of solitude she appears,
dark hair soaking upon winds quiver
(violin weeping in the dew of nocturnal sunrise)
As the moon whispers in twilight's fall
my thoughts swirl into a halo of numb reverie
Entranced in the gloaming of her love
dripping within the lotus of her serenade
Beset in eyes of jade,
drowning in sensual delight
Seduced in a gothic sky
Deepest gaze unleashed into my soul;
she weaves a spell of turquoise feather
her violin brushes my skin in dreamy hues
Evanescent in spectral shards of solemn rains
my thoughts swoon in burning juniper
Servant to the epitome of her will
basking in the shadows of her mind
kissed in the aura of sweet sorrow;
untold love begins to flow
Embroidered in the ballet of night's fall
violins seethe in star-clustered valleys
like a burning choir of lonely spirits
My thirst blushes in a sea
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across th
Blossoming Friendship - Genesis Angeal Sephiroth Blossoming Friendship Under A Banora Apple TreeBlossoming Friendship - Genesis Angeal Sephiroth3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Out on the simple, grassy terrain of Banora; sat Genesis under an apple tree. A contrastingly lavish Banora White lay cupped about in one of his hands, whereas a timely play lay grasped in the other. Taking a deep breath of the rather fresh, and homely air—the auburn haired poet smiled. This was the life. Vacation…with Angeal and Sephiroth. “When the war of the beasts, brings about the world’s end, the Goddess…descends from the sky.”
Coming up gradually, were Angeal and Sephiroth. They stalked along the open, hilly terrain rather briskly—the gentle winds were their only feeble opponent. “Ah, Genesis. Looks like you’re enjoying yourself too much.” The brunette chuckled, setting his rich blue optics on the cinnamon strands just beneath and ahead of him.
“Like always.” Sephiroth added, as a subtle smirk began creeping it’s way onto the silverette’s
roadkillYou told meroadkill2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was November’s ambrosia
sweet on your tongue.
But now all I feel
is discord, sieging
the 3,000 year old tree
inside of me.-
Centuries to grow so tall
9 mere minutes to
You no longer smile anymore.
And I am here,
silent as stone-
the carcass of a dead...
hoping you don't leave me
on the side of the road.
Living ViolinArm moving swiftly then slowly againLiving Violin10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The unseen life prances across my eyes
Singing to me what they want to be
But my fingers tell them, instruct them
To be what I see
But they fight, and we compromise;
This hand moves this way
The other, over there
While they lift me off this earth
And into my imaginary air
Only if I dare
To enter the realm that into only they stare
With my eyes shut I see all
With enticing thrall
I feel it moving along my veins
My heart keeping the beat
So that I may meet
The ones that have felt this sensation before me
And when my mind is ready to land
Back into the deep problems of the other world
And take half of my heart down from my chin
A beaming smile of success forms from within.
I do not like you poetsI do not like you poetsI do not like you poets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
breathing into my sorry head
like the air hasn't been wasted a half-a-million times
folding up my lungs
to place them neatly into a wastebasket
how can you make me stop hurting
& then just leave me
a limp lettuce leaf
on the backside of some dirty napkin verse
I am not the jealous type
but I'm going to call up Melpomene & ask her where she's been
send her drunk texts
because I'm too tired of filling up my skull
with cicada skins instead of led
while you make it all too easy
to sleep through a heartattack or two
my pygmalion, my god, my thing of legends
when you were being taught the siren's song
was I writing myself a migraine?
- untitled -Blue are the eyes of my muse,- untitled -4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is a collector, of tides,
Her smile is a sunrise to the cold grey city,
In which she collects tides.
Coming and going, washing the face of this place,
As breath is rendered lost,
The tides leave behind tiny green glass pebbles,
Blue are the eyes of my muse.
As I am here I reach to her,
But something is in the way,
The city is blind and lost,
Like a mute wild beast in a strange land,
Where everything is not what it seems,
And human feeling is a trap.
But she, the muse, the lady,
Standing like a flame to the dark,
Her mystically real beauty holds the tides back,
So we may pass onto the other side unsplashed!
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
KidKid:Kid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I enter the classroom and look around
I sit at my desk and stare at the floor
Nobody here ever tries to talk to me
and I can't really talk to them
I usually wait for class to begin
But ten minutes can feel like an eternity
I wish I could pop in my earphones
But they cut them in half yesterday...
Sometimes I hear them talking about me
But the words are always the same
They say it so much that I start to believe;
That I'm really what they say I am
Ugly, fat, stupid, beast;
These are the lightest words that they use
I wonder why they have to do it to me
But I don't know what it's like to be normal
Lunchtime is usually not so bad
I try to keep to myself wherever I can
It didn't work so well today though
Because they noticed me sitting in the corner
The biggest one in the group decides to approach me
His words sound like he's speaking in tongues
My heart seizes up and I'm too scared to react
So he ends up pouring milk over my head
Ode to My Dead FishOde To My Dead FishOde to My Dead Fish6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hello, my dead fish. I know you're probably up in fish heaven right now and doesn't give a damn what I'm telling you, but I'm going to write this out anyway.
I miss you already, my dead fish. I found you this morning (this morning as in 5 minutes ago) belly up in a algae filled tank. I don't know how long you've been dead, and it saddens me that I couldn't say goodbye to you one last time. You have been acting weird lately. Instead of swimming, you just... layed there at the bottom of the tank. You only rose when I gave you food.
Why didn't you tell me, my dead fish? You could have swam quickly with your last strength to tell me that you were sick! You could have at least lifted your head and wiggled it to warn me of what was to come! I must admit that I'm a little angry at you, my dead fish.
Which brings me back to when I first got you. Dad and I were at Petco, looking at all of the cool fish. Suddenly, Dad (and I don't see men say this too often, which is why I re
First Training"Daddy what if the other members think I will be weak because I'm small," asked a young femme as she walked beside her father, holding his hand as they walked to the training arcade of Blanc Base. One soft pink optic shifted down to meet his daughter's same colored optics and stopped, picking her up and gave her a nuzzle to her helm, saying, "Easy baby girl. You haven't even met them yet so don't worry about it. And if they judge you by your size well show what the daughter of Commander Sazabi can do." Flashing an optic in a smile at her when she saw her perk up and giggled, Sazabi then sets the young femme down and resumes walking, "you don't have to be so nervous Nightingale Corona. You'll be fine if you're anything like me."First Training3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Night soon giggled again as she jumped a bit, no longer nervous but excited to go into training. Unlike her twin brother, Chronos Sazabi, Nightingale Corona was a born fighter to the very core of her being. Already at the age of seven has she mana
Toenail, the Flying Bright Orange Pillow.There was once a flying bight orange pillow named Toenail. Toenail was a very nice flying bright orang pillow, one day he was washing his bathtub when a giant bird-man broke threw his window. The big giant bird-man started sneezing so Toenail, the flying bight orange pillow jumped into an air vent "If the big giant bird man sees me, he will want me to clean his carpet." Then the big giant bird man toke Toenail's couch and jumped out the window.Toenail, the Flying Bright Orange Pillow.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This