Wise Words- TrustBe careful who you tell what to,Wise Words- Trust3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
How far you open the door to your true self.
Very few care what's burried deep in your thoughts,
Many are driven by curiosity, not compassion.
My side of the story.My side of the story.4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
chapter 1 "chicken herpes"
Summer had finally drawn to an end. The summer had been ok, mostly just goofing off with my best friend Loralei. Before I go on, Loralei isn't your typical teenage girl. Then again, neither am I.
I was blow drying my red hair that morning, I had just recently dyed it mahogany. Or at least that's what it was supposed to be. I looked in the mirror examining my once mousy brown hair. Today was the open house for my Jr. High. My ninth grade year, now technically I was a freshman but the whole school system here is a bit screwed up. anyways, I was a bit nervous because my hair was practically purple. none of my friends had seen my new look, today I was going to show them when we met at the open house.
I sat there staring at the mirror for some time, looking at my freckled face. "I look like a ginger." I thought to myself Then I turned around grabbing my eye liner and applying a thick layer on the bottom of my eyelids. "
Phan: Silent Last WordsTitle: Silent Last WordsPhan: Silent Last Words3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: The zombie apocalypse has hit Manchester.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys and this hopefully won't happen.
Author's Note: This was written for Halloween.
"They say the epidemic's spread into the borders," he said to me, a worried look on his face. I nodded; it was nothing new. It's been on the news for days now, and I've been trying to delay the worry. I knew that we'd be dead sooner or later, but I hadn't thought it'd come so soon.
The story behind it was this: a zombie apocalypse had literally happened. It started in Spain, and within days it was raging along the whole of Southern Europe. There was no way to escape. It was just dreadful waiting, waiting and waiting.
But now, the news said there was only an estimated day before they entered the town; 'they' meaning the virus-victims, or, more straightforwardly, the zombies.
So I'd decided to spend the last day, literally the la
The HeatThe Heat4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I had pale skin, which had this terrible habit of burning at the slightest exposure to that heat.
So did my brother, Simon. We often went to the beach together, all for the purpose of complaining how we hated the heat on our red stained shoulders. I'd get mad at him for taking me there in the middle of the day, while in turn he'd get mad at me for not bringing the sunscreen.
Then as he drove me back, we'd laugh at all the tan people for their loss of hatred for the heat. For hating the heat was something Simon and I loved to do. One day we were going to drive to Alaska and escape it. We'd then feel we could truly say we'd defeated the heat we hate.
Once we got home, father would get angry at us. He would scream and cry because we looked like her, who never came back. Then he'd hurt us, much in the way the heat does. After he was done, shaking and shivering, he'd leave to drink more.
I still remember seeing the look in my older brother's eyes as my father left and I wonder if it truly w
Wer bin ich?Wenn die Grenzen zwischen Wachsein und Träumen verschwimmen,Wer bin ich?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Weiß ich manchmal nicht mehr,
Wer ich bin.
Die fremdvertrauten Gedanken,
Schleiern mich ein.
Und das andere Ich
Und im Moment des Aufmerkens,
Den Kopf frei schüttelnd,
Tauche ich auf,
Ich weiß nicht, wer ich bin.
Vielleicht werde ich es nie wissen.
Introduction"Hey"Introduction4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Do I know you?"
"No, but I know you."
"Yea, you're the girl whose boyfriend cheated on her"
"And he tore you into pieces and broke your heart and you've never been able to trust
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're the girl whose parents got separated living in one house and then the other."
"How do you..."
"You're the girl whose friends betrayed her. They just toyed around with you until they found out you were no use for them anymore and let you hanging"
"STOP IT!" Her eyes stinging with tears
"You're the girl who lied to her mom to go to parties."
"That is not true." Her voice wobbly
"You're the girl who cried herself to sleep at nights when she lost all faith."
"I did not cry alright"
"You changed yourself to fit in but still no one accepted you."
"You're the girl who hides the scars under her sleeves so no one will call her names."
"It helps ease the pain." The tears threatening to escape
"You're the one who took th
RememberFar behind us lie forgotten memories.Remember3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Warlord and the Imp v2The battle waged long and fierce.The Warlord and the Imp v24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The proud and noble people of Krondor had marched for days across the Sapphire Mountains to confront the increasingly precocious threat of the Wild Folk. They were lead by the imperious warlord Belkhan the Merciless, survivor of a dozen campaigns against the feral tribesmen beyond the mountains. On this, his thirteenth crusade, Belkhan had decided that he would truly live up to his name. He had summoned all the realm's power every fighting man, boy and mule to deal with their blood enemies once and for all.
Though Belkhan did not know it, his people had chosen another name for him - one that was used only when he was far out of earshot. He was known, in hushed tones behind closed doors, as Belkhan the Short-Sighted. Though everyone in the kingdom knew the moniker even Belkhan's numerous spies none was so foolish as to utter it in his presence. The last person to speak against Belkhan's righteous will (a cook who had question
The Lights"Tammy! Tammy!"The Lights3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young girl pushes past branches and yellowing leaves, ignoring her grandmother's overprotective calls. She ducks beneath a low limb, and walks into a small clearing near the bank of a shallow muddy stream. A small boy is waiting for her, sitting on the ground with his feet in the creek. She quietly joins him on the sandy mud, pockmarked with footprints of unseen animals. A crow mournfully caws above her. The girl looks up, startled. She spots the dark spot against the sun, high in the branches, and lets out a small sigh of relief to see such a familiar sight. The cold water shocks her toes at first, as she gingerly lowers them in. Tiny minnows swim amongst old brown and orange leaves as they swirl around her pale bare feet. Giggles fill the air as small silver fish gently brush against her. The child looks at the boy next to her, and tilts her head wordlessly. He stares back, and begins to get up. Small but sure hands, still pudgy from being in the years of childhoo
To MeltHush,To Melt5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of heart beats-
an awkward, painful
fluttering like heavy snowflakes
struggling to stay afloat in the empty expanse of somber sky
fearing, not the iniquitous fall from grace, but the scolding caress of the torrid earth below.
FAERIES1873, Cottingley City, Great BritainFAERIES3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Faeries. Pixies. Elves. Nymphs. Sprites. These are all names that us humans gave to the creatures of the other side. Some names are more derogatory than others, but our human tendencies tend to lead us to be either afraid of or hostile towards things with which we do not understand; this was certainly the case with the discovery of the Faeries.
A year ago, a scientist named Herbert Moreau invented a device that could rip open portals in physical space, in order to reach other dimensions. The first time he tried it, a large portal opened that led to a world very similar to ours, but overcome by nature. The creatures that inhabited this world looked somewhat like us, but with some very distinct differences. Their skin has a purplish-pinkish hue on it; different faeries have different shades. The biggest difference, obviously, would
Mello's Fright NightMello's Fright NightMello's Fright Night4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Prepared to be scared...
Mello groaned, rolling off the couch and making a loud thump reverberate across the hollow wood floor. "Damn it " he muttered angrily into the splinter-covered boards. He had been asleep after hours of trying to find that calm darkness.
The blonde pushed himself to his feet, staggering slightly as he tried to gain his balance. He glanced at the TV to see it was still on. He blinked in surprise at the channel that it was on, a music video of some hauntingly creepy song was on. He must've turned the channel when he fell.
Turning of the TV he caught a glimpse of a face that was smiling evilly, it's dark eyes rimmed with black and looking as if it was going to crawl out and attack him. It was gone in an instant when the TV went black, making Mello wonder why his thought process was so worried. It might've been the horror movies he had watched, plus the sugar high from his overdose.
On top of his usually amount of chocolate, he had e
Severus Snape and the SnuggieSeverus Snape and the SnuggieSeverus Snape and the Snuggie5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was wintertime at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it was particularly cold. Harry and Ron were making their way to Potions class, when they ran into Professor Severus Snape in the hallway. Upon seeing him, they stopped dead in their tracks and stared.
Professor Snape had a large, hot pink something draped over his usual black robes. With a closer look, Harry and Ron saw that it looked like some sort of combination between a backwards robe and an over-sized blanket.
"...uh...uh...Professor...wh--what are you wearing??"Ron stuttered.
Snape looked extremely angry.
"This?" he said, lifting the hot pink robe-blanket.
Harry and Ron nodded.
"It's a snuggie, you idiots!" he yelled.
Harry tried not to laugh. "Uh--*laugh* a snuggie, Professor?"
"That's what I said, Potter. It keeps out any unfriendly drafts, and I am free to move my arms!"
"Oh--*laugh* I...I see..." But he burst out laughing.
"DO NOT DISGRACE THE SNUGGIE, POTTER!" Snape screamed l
Notice of Intent to StalkForm ITS1993(d)Notice of Intent to Stalk6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Notice of Intent to Stalk
Print or type name of Stalker: _____________________________
(known henceforth as STALKER)
Print or type name of person to be Stalked: __________________________
(known henceforth as STALKEE)
Please be notified that effective this date the above named STALKER has filed an official Intent To Stalk Declaration targeting the above named STALKEE in accordance with Obsessive/Compulsive Personal Pursuit Code of Conduct Act of 1993 (OCPPCCA93).
I, STALKER, hereby declare Open Season upon you, STALKEE, and pursuant to OCPPCCA93 section 1, paragraph 5 intend to engage in the following activities (check all that apply):
[ ] Watch from afar
[ ] Watch from the bushes
[ ] Watch from the window/skylight
[ ] Hide in your closet
[ ] Fold myself under your computer desk
[ ] Gaze devotedly at your sleeping form
[ ] Collect hair samples while you sleep
[ ] Bake cookies in your kitchen while you're away
[ ] Chocolat
Roses Aren't Red for MeI'm not the one with the reloaded gun pointed at my chest.Roses Aren't Red for Me5 years ago in Other More Like This
Step down and listen to mother because she might know best.
Disobedient, he goes ahead and pulls the trigger anyway.
And now poor old mother is alone and mourns every day.
Now the blood trickles on to the carpet;
Stains it with the colour of pretty roses
But now roses aren't red for me.
I'm not the one with the kitchen knife slicing at my wrist.
This cut just adds yet another self-injury to the list.
Enervated, she scratches away and tries to finish off the job.
So now the last sound the bathtub will hear is her sob.
Now the blood spills in to the water;
Dyes it with the colour of lovely roses
But now roses aren't red for me.
At the funeral contains
Their corpses, rearrange
the roses on their coffins -
so dark, so dark.
Now the blood pours in to the memories;
Tints it with the colour of death.
So give the dead their roses,
But those roses aren't red for me.
Stationery Pt IIThe lift beeped and Stanley pushed the trolley out onto the first floor, where most of Greenlight Insurance's business was done. It was casually referred to as 'The Office' by everyone who worked in the building. The call centre was to his left, the soft buzz of conversation humming across the corridor. To his right were the administration and underwriting departments. Anticipation rising, Stanley headed straight towards the call centre. He exited the corridor to enter a long, wide room with desks clustered strategically, low partitions dividing work areas and huge CRT monitors gobbling up impractical amounts of desk space.Stationery Pt II3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's trouble, that's what it is," warbled Mandy (senior underwriter and incessant moaner) as Stanley passed. "Oh, morning Stanley!" she added, with a little wave, holding the phone to her chest.
"Morning Mandy," Stanley replied with a nod and smile, dropping a tatty brown A4 envelope into her 'in' tray. Mandy continued to moan down the line.
The TrundlerThe Trundler8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
an architectural tragedyan architectural tragedy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am sad like an orphan, I am sad
like expired milk.
the greatest of distances, dotted lines
of latitude, the lengths Ive promised
Id go, cannot always
somewhere in between the waiting,
spanning time like noise in the branches,
the thickets dead stare, I sink down and into
a reality of curdled disease.
Ive shared space and air and sighs
with those too close for comfort; a
warm chair, dry-heave tag-teams
racing for the sink, an erect palm
waving a pride that should be mine.
Ive had all the time in the world
to waste on mistakes. with make-shift
memories, Ive built my own bridges
from bed to bed to bed, rising above
my sour shadow, their
telltale invitations to gape
I am empty like the sky, I am sad
like sutured skin.
Ive tried to build a bridge of love
alone, but its overgrown
and not strong enough to close
this widening hole.
Legend of Korra 50 Theme Couples Challenge Yukiko-berrie's 50 theme Challenge = Avatar Style!Legend of Korra 50 Theme Couples Challenge3 years ago in Settings More Like This
A/N: I love the newer series of Avatar (I've been a huge fan of the original "Gaang" and am rooting hard for Korra! That being said, I've had the urge to write fics,drabbles etc for my fav characters. But I can't seem to find any theme challenges! :'D so.. I made my own! If you'd like to participate read the rules below!
1. Have Fun with this!
2. There are two different theme sets, you must complete one.You may complete both if you choose.
3. Minimum amount of words 150. Maximum amount 200.
4. Each chapter must show a progress of a relationship/friendship.
5. You must choose one couple (or friendships) for this challenge, and start from the be
On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for AdultsMy dear Lucy,On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for Adults1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be
your affectionate Godfather,
– Dedication of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe
Some time ago I wrote an open letter on the supposed unsuitability of fairytales for children, criticizing the notion that children should be sheltered from fairytales. Another view, even more prevalent, is that fairytales are an exclusively children's literature, the rightful
Running Joke “If you do another banana story this year, I will kick you in the groin.”Running Joke9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Okay, fine. I promise I won’t do another story consisting of nothing but banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana banana bananouch, my groin!”
Guinness and Good Music"What do you mean you're bored?" An irritated George yelled at Keith; the blond surfer who was currently standing in the middle of the Vegas Strip looking about mournfully. "It's ten o'clock in Vegas on the strip! I could spit in any direction and hit a bar, there's even a pub or two, or a restaurant, anything that serves beer!"Guinness and Good Music4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"George!" Paul screeched, "That's disgusting!"
"Well, it's true!" He roared in response. Keith had been dragging all five men from bar to bar for an hour now. He was never satisfied. They went to one bar that didn't have Guinness so the five Irishmen dragged George to another bar. They were at the next bar for twenty minutes when Keith announced he wanted to listen to live music. Keith rushed out in search of live music and the other five men were forced to follow. At the next bar Keith wasn't satisfied with the music so they were forced to l