Lost in desertIt was a beautiful day of December, and the temperature was extremely high. The sun was shining across the entire desert, spreading its golden rays from the villages of the northern border to the refreshing oases of the south. The land was covered with sand, the water was rare, and the change of temperature drained the energy form anything living. A mild breeze invigorated an exhausted group of teenagers exploring the villages. The small bunch of students came from a distant land filled with technology and progress, enriched by the temperate climate, and destroyed by the greed of the wealthy. A small woman in her thirties guided the tired and cranky horde.
"We will be making a break now, but we will resume our tour after lunch. Don't wonder off!" the woman said, with a powerful voice that seemed unreal coming from her small body. The teenagers exchanged a quick look and swiftly scattered to find shade. It was nearly midday when they finally gathered and realized Bea was miss
Knight"What do you think of me?" he asked her, as they sat on the bench, looking at the distant sunset. He always wanted to know what she thought of him, but never had a chance to ask her.Knight4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Do you want the truth?" she replied.
"Of course I want the truth. I don't care how bad it is." he said, even though he cared much more than he was willing to show.
"You are a knight. Your eyes are swords, cutting anyone that tries to break the walls you built. Your jacket is an armor that guards your heart against anything that might break it. Your hands are a shield, protecting you from affection and love. Your heart is your pride, broken many times, yet it still beats with honor. Your mind is the courage that makes you say things you regret. Your smile is your flag, visible and identifiable from great distance. And, last but not least, your motorcycle is your horse. It carries you away from the problems you don't want to face." she ended, with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Well, if I'm all that, then
Life"So tell me, how would you define life?"Life4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why are you asking such a random question?"
"Well, I'm doing a survey about how people look at life."
"It's a class project. Just answer me."
"Life well, life is I don't really know. What do you think?"
"You can't just avoid my question!"
"I'm not. Tell me your definition of life, and I will tell you mine."
"Fine. I think that life is a battlefield."
"Well, you constantly need to fight to survive. You need to be strong, or you will be defeated. You need to be brave, or you will be forgotten. You need to be wise, otherwise you will lose everything. You can't win every battle, but you can't give up. In life there is always someone to fight with, something worth fighting for, and someone to count on when everything else seems lost."
"I think that fits quite well."
"I know it does. Now, tell me how would you define life?"
"The only thing I can say is that life is life. There is nothing as painful and depressing. There i
Dear HeartDear heart,Dear Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must say you are odd.
Why, you might ask.
Well, you make me happy and sad.
You make me smile and cry.
You make me feel safe and ill.
If that hurts your feelings, I am deeply sorry.
I shall rephrase my statement:
Heart, you are weird.
Why, you might ask.
Well, you are brave and scared.
You have pride and conscience.
You are gentle and arrogant.
And, unfortunately for you, you are my heart.
So I might as well say that I am strange.
Well, of course I am.
You know what Heart?
I think we might have a lot in common.
We're both extremely smart and sensitive,
And we never give up.
You keep on beating.
I keep on fighting.
You help me live.
I help others be strong.
That's what it is, I think.
We are weird, because we care.
So Heart, next time someone calls you odd, you can say it's my fault.
But I I will never say that I'm strange because of you.
Why, you might ask.
Well, you make me live.
You make me breath.
You make me smile.
You make me cry.
You make me play.
TomorrowI was drowning in a deep sea of despair, and I thought there was nothing I could do.Tomorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I kept falling and falling. Nothing could help me...not even the happy memories I shared with you.
The darkness entered my soul, my eyes, my smile
but I knew it would all be worthwhile
because I would emerge again, stronger than before
and nothing could bring me down anymore.
I saw my hopes and dreams collapse in front of my eyes.
I tried, again and again, to keep going, to rise
after every obstacle to keep moving ahead
but all my will, brought me down instead.
I know it is hard to rise up again,
but fear not, I will not give up not until I can remain
who I am, and stay on my feet.
It's even worse if you accept defeat.
I used to break down after every mistake I made,
after every moment that left me afraid
but now I know better. I know that I have to fight.
I have to fight to stay in the light,
to protect myself, and discover my potential.
Being strong, brave, and happy is es
Shortcut"How did you come here so fast?"Shortcut4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'll let you guess."
"Yep. Come on, it's not even that hard."
"Alright. Did you take a taxi?"
"No. Try again."
"Fine. Did you run here?"
"No, I walked."
"You know what, I give up. I can't deal with you and your weird puzzles."
"Ok. I'll give you a clue. I took something that I could never take to reach to your heart."
"I don't understand."
"Well, I took a shortcut to get here, but I would never skip anything about you."
"You know what?"
"You are my shortcut."
Date"Good morning!" he exclaimed as he entered the room, his joy attacking her sleep.Date3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Go away Angel," she whispered, turning in the messy bed.
He sat next to her, trying to locate her face underneath layers of covers.
"I told you to leave me alone!" she yelled, pouting her red lips.
"Do you remember what is today, Jade?" he asked with a melancholic voice.
"No. What is today?" she asked, rising on her elbows.
"It's the date," he smiled.
She looked at him with disbelief and worry.
"I told you I have to think about"
"You don't understand Jade. It's the date."
"I get it. But you're my brother's best friend, I can't..." she begun, desperately clenching the white covers.
"Not in that way, silly. I meant, today is the day that we first met. Remember, Christmas day of seven years ago. The day when I finally felt that I belonged somewhere. The day your parents accepted a homeless boy in their house. The day I saw you for the first time," he smiled again, an invisible
100%"I hate math!"100%3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"No, you don't. You're so good at it!"
"So? That doesn't mean I like it "
"All I'm saying is that you have no reason to hate it."
"Like you do? You always get hundreds on tests."
"So do you."
"I wouldn't bet on it. The next one is going to be horrible!"
"The one about percentages?"
"Yep. I will fail that one."
"You say that every time, and yet you always get a good grade."
"I know, but this time I'm 100% positive that I will fail this test."
"You're 100% positive? Like completely sure? You don't even have one single doubt or hope that you will pass?"
"Well, if you put it like that I guess I'm 90% positive that I will fail that test."
"Why don't you just study for it?"
"I did, but I'm so confused."
"I can help you if you want."
"Sure, why not? Show me what you've got."
"Ok. So, percentages show parts of something, such as: how much alcohol is there in a beverage, how many students are girls and how many are boys, or the probability of snow on a given day."
On the second floorThe beautiful night sky was filled with millions of shining stars. They sparkled in the darkness, spreading their glow. Bea stared at that unusual phenomenon, wondering if she would ever be able to capture the magic in her drawings. She thought nothing could destroy the harmony of the different elements of nature, but the loud music diffusing through the house proved her wrong. Her mom forced her to go to that party, because she thought it would be a great way to make friends. Bea, however, didn't want new friends. She wanted to close herself in her fantasy world, where the cruelty of inconsiderate teenagers could not reach her.On the second floor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why did you invite her?" Samantha asked pointing at the lonely girl sitting on the couch.
"I invited every sophomore, Sam." Max answered trying to seem indifferent. Although he never spoke to Bea, he knew she was special in some way. He looked at the motion of her skillful hand on the white paper, at her slightly inclined he
My AngelShe looked up at me with those soulful, bottomless brown eyes; tears welling in the corners. At that moment, all I knew was that I should hold her, clutch her to my chest and never let go, stand there in the hallway, with my arms wrapped around her. I should have. I longed to run my fingers through her raven's hair, to caress her face, to kiss those beautiful plum lips. She had always been there, the spotlight on the stage of my life. Why hadn't I noticed her before? Of course, I had noticed her...but not like this. She had the kind of beauty that grew on you after a while. The kind of beauty that way subtle, but yet, made all the difference in the world. SHE made all the difference in the world. The world: My world. She was my world. As these thoughts ran through my mind, slowly, as if scared of me, as if I had hurt her, she turned away, hiding her tear streaked face from my view. She turned and walked away, fading into the black abyss of the mortal world.My Angel4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"She moves like an angel", I
Thank you for the liesI just wanted to thank youThank you for the lies4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For everything you put me through
I would never have learned what to do
had it not been for you
Thank you for your lies
They opened up my eyes
Thank you for false dreams
I learned to see past what it seems
Thank you for your checkered past
Which helped me see through others fast
Thank you for playing with my head
Showing me what to do instead
Thank you for your broken word
I learned to see false things as they're purred
Thank you for every kindness you didn't show
You taught me more than you will ever know
Thank you for the pain
I have learned from you disdain
Thank you for your lying soul
I learned from you and now I'm whole
Thank you for your angry tirades
Your shallow rants, show your memory fades
Thank you for running away
I'd not be the same were you to stay
Thank you for denying me
Because now I can really see
All the love in front of me
Pretty little dollI don't care what you sayPretty little doll4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't listen to you anyway
Don't you know?
I am nobody's pretty, little doll
A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?A History of Imaginarium4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But time passed us by. And things changed. We grew up, much to Peter Pan's dismay. And things became what they would never become if we believed. Things became boring.
Reading became insipidly real, about average people with average lives. And what was worse, we enjoyed that much more that the fantastical tales that our imagination wa