The Rise and FallThe Rise and FallThe Rise and Fall5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Didn't know what time it was, the lights were low
When I unwrapped the CD and fed it to the stereo slot.
Forty years late for its five-year warning,
I knew already
What the newsman was going to say.
I knew already that the mothers would cry,
That the young woman
Would have to be pulled off the small children,
Screaming hysterically, fists swinging, painted oval nails
Longing to draw blood.
The album plays all the way through and begins again,
And a manic yowl
Sings of soldiers and lovers,
Of alligators and ray guns and cigarettes
Like a wild-eyed oracle that prophesies with no less conviction
For having received his visions from nothing but
And the flash of shadows in nightclub corners.
I am forced to ask,
Of all the kinds of oracles, why is it that rock and roll stars
Can fall asleep, can fall in love
While poets lay awake and compose sonnets for the ceiling
And painters work alone in cold and empty studios?
Where do they get the noise and l
KazJun Oneshot: Call Out My NameGo to him.KazJun Oneshot: Call Out My Name3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Like a track on repeat, the simple command echoed through Jun's mind as she continued navigating through the busy nightlife of Tokyo, searching for the one known only as "him." She was only partly conscious of where she was, still feeling the effects of what had happened what seemed like forever ago. Plunged into a terrible abyss, pulled from the depths just when all hope seemed lost, mysteriously transported to her former hometown of Tokyo without knowing how she got there...betrayed by the one person she thought would never betray her.
So many questions filled her mind as she walked through the streets bustling with life, reminding her of how her own life was so close to being snuffed out, first at the hands of Ogre, and most recently at the hands of her betrayer. There was something oddly familiar about the voice calling out to her, drawing her to her destination even when she did not know for certain exactly where her destination is. Why was the voice calling to
Because You're Young (%%%)Because You're Young3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pure black; grey velvet sheets pouring through the window from outside's dawn. Pierrot's eyes blinked carefully open, and peered around the room, which seemed oblivous to the fact it was morning, as everything in it was still coated in darkness. Quietly peeling off his covers so as not to disturb Serious Moonlight, his no-nonsense-before-noon room-mate. Well, frankly, Serious was no-nonsense at all, really, thought Pierrot. Slinking out into the hallway, Pierrot relaxed. He loved this time of day. It was his time. No one was up, and therefore no one could see him. Walking to the loo, he pondered his role in this new house. He never was sure if he was afraid of everyone, and he didn't talk to them because of it, or if they were afraid of him and that was why they didn't talk to him. Either way, he was shy, and no one liked him at all. He wasn't...unlikable, he thought, just very, very quiet, and odd. He rarely even ta
A Bedroom Farce"Well, I've had it!" Ziggy groused as he tossed away another lipstick that had been worn down to a sticky nub. "It's Scary Monster who's doing this, I just know it!"A Bedroom Farce4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What makes you say that?" asked Sers, who had come into his room to borrow some hairspray.
"No one else here uses as much makeup as I do," Ziggy explained, "and I keep this room locked when I'm away. It would have to be someone with unnatural powers and a love of powders who'd manage to pinch my supplies!"
"Powers? Now, now, Ziggy, there's nothing that proves Scary Monster is an actual monster much less someone who can slip in and out of a room without being noticed. You're probably just so busy you're losing track of your supplies."
"I know I'm right! You can never trust a clown " They were still arguing as they left, Ziggy locking the door behind him.
From beneath Ziggy's bed, there could be heard the crinkling of delicate fabrics. Scary Monster care
'Ziggy is on'A cacophony of lust and excitement crackles in the air with intensity to challenge a hurricane. A devotion far past reverence hangs thick in the air like smoke in a dirty, back-alley pub. A time has been given, but the anticipation creates an enigmatic urgency more gripping than the best horror film. The superficial are there for his body like vultures for the dead. Those who rever what's below the skin are there for the man of words, the man of music, like good Christians waiting for the Second Coming of Christ. They all yearn for the rail-thin man, with arms no thicker than a soup can; the eyes that match as well as stripes and polka dots; the hair identical to the rich blood of a tomato; and stunning outfits that would put the most stunning of peacocks to shame. The seductive, alien voice that wails to the ears of thousands entrances and captures even the most focused of men is the one that all are poised and ready to hear. However, they know not of the true, raw nature of this mart'Ziggy is on'6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Welcome Home, Sarah.His hand was at her waist as they spun around and around in a dance. It was warm and solid under his hand, fitting perfectly in his palm. Gone was the spun sugar gown of her crystal ballroom dream, replaced instead by a deep blue, curve-hugging gown. Standing as close as they were he caught a teasing peak of skin under the neckline of her dress when she leaned toward him. She noticed the direction of his gaze and he was thrilled to see her flash him a hint of a smirk to rival his most mischievous. That smile told him that she understood the game now, like she never would have before. Because the waist he held was the curve of a womans body, not a girls. She was taller now, he realized, though he could still tuck her head under his chin while standing. He wasnt sure of her exact age, but she was older, that much her body alone was telling him. A surge of joy filled him.Welcome Home, Sarah.6 years ago in Teen More Like This
All of a sudden her smile faded, a melancholy mockery of what it had just been. He had just o
Strangers When We MeetSarah didn't care about the noises from the apartment upstairs at nine o'clock. She was so absorbed in her book she hardly heard anything outside of the rustle of its pages. Moving in was a noisy process, anyway.Strangers When We Meet4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She didn't mind overmuch when she was woken up at eleven o'clock. She realized that not everyone went to bed as early as good little bookworms like herself did. She simply rolled over, pulled a pillow over her head to muffle the noise and fell back asleep.
But at two o'clock, to say she was a bit miffed was an understatement. Without bothering to put on shoes or her robe, she flung her door open, stomped up the stairs to the apartment above hers and rapped sharply on the door. As she waited for someone to answer she quickly composed what she would say. Something properly scathing but that wouldn't make them cry like the last neighbor unfortunate enough to attract her attention. (She'd never heard from Ms. Whitmore again, but she'd heard that she was teaching preschool in Flori
Throwing Darts in Lover's EyesHand hanging limply from the chair, the pale figure stares with intent at the television, yet his eyes are unfocused. A bead of sweat drifts down his face, loitering for a moment on the cheekbone, then continues it's slow descent to the jaw, where it forms a tiny droplet. The other hand, grasping a cigarette sweeps upward, knocking the droplet from its perch to the ground, where the impact breaks it into a thousand pieces.Throwing Darts in Lover's Eyes4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The man inhales deeply from the cigarette. On exhalation, a frown creases his brow and a grimace forms, exposing imperfect teeth. A low groan rises from deep within his throat, slowly increasing in volume until it reaches a terrible crescendo, upon which the figure's skeletal frame propels him upwards, toward the object of his intent. With great force the man's bony fist impacts with the flickering box. As a final stand, the box emits a piercing squeal, before the screen dims, leaving the pale man in darkness.
All I Want For Christmas...'Deck the Halls'All I Want For Christmas...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deck the halls with chicken feathers
The King is wearing warmer leathers
Don we now our cracker hats
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
Troll's all smell like Bog and Hoggle
See the flying chickens 'fore us.
Strike the pans and join the chorus.
King's eye begins to twitch and tremor
While I tell of goblin treasures.
Armpit ale fills our glasses.
Swing about your swords and axes
Sing we loudly, all together.
Heedless of the King and weather.
'Rosalinda the Red-beaked Chicken'
Rosalinda, the red-beaked chicken
has very pointed claws.
And if you ever see her,
you will be in Death's jaws
Our Goblin king Jareth
used to laugh and call her names.&
Q and A TranscriptQ and A Transcript3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Matthew Sweet: I'd like to introduce you first to the co-creator of Sherlock and the writer of the Hounds of Baskerville, Mark Gatiss! Lovely work on the stairs there. Brilliant. Sit down. And to the producer of Sherlock, Sue Vertue! Come on. Come on down. We don't have the hound here tonight, do we?
Sue Vertue: No, we don't.
Matthew Sweet: No. I did notice a bit of, that wasn't fog, was it? That was the air conditioning. Um, and the star of Sherlock himself Benedict Cumberbatch. Here he is! Now, uh, he's [Steven Moffat] not back yet so I think we may just have to, let's just get on. We'll have the thunderous applause when he comes in the room. He won't feel at all self-conscious when he comes back from, um, his latest mission. Shall I hand that back to you? (Hands mike to steward)
Mark Gatiss: Everyone ask him [Steven Moffat] if it was one or two.
Matthew Sweet: Let's leave that one [seat] free so he doesn't have to crawl over. Now, listen, this story has been told many, ma
A Convention 5"There are three buildings to this thing." Arthur had his face buried in the convention booklet the registration lady gave them. "We've been in the main one here " Arthur pointed to the big grey block on the page. "Then there's the big hotel across the street here-" he pointed again. " Hey, turns out our hotel has some stuff happening this weekend too."A Convention 54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alfred belched loudly.
Arthur leaned away from him, not looking up from the book. "You're bloody revolting," he said.
They were still in the burger place, Alfred finishing his food as they decided where to go next.
Arthur flipped a couple pages. "Apparently there's not really anything going on in the hotels until Saturday, except this library thing they have going. Most of the stuff is in the Congress Centre, that's the big one."
Alfred cleared his throat. "Don't try to figure the place out, just go there
Shall We Dance?Sarah took a deep breath and blew hard into the wad of toilet paper, groaning as she dropped it into the garbage can. Her reflection stared back at her, heavy-lidded, ponytail mussed and thoroughly as miserable as she herself was. With a final sniffle she pulled open the door and groaned again.Shall We Dance?5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, that sounds simply dreadful." Crazy, flyaway hair, seemingly permanent smirk plastered across his decidedly not-sick face. God, she wanted to hit him so badly.
"Go away, Goblin King. I don't want to deal with you today," Sarah pushed her way past the blonde man leaning casually against the wall and thumped down the hall toward her bedroom. She shoved the door closed somewhat forcefully as she passed it in hopes of hearing it hit him but no such luck. He simply batted it back open and leaned in the doorway watching, grinning as she settled herself into her nest of blankets and pillows.
"Why, Sarah, you haven't called me by my title in years. I thought we were past all that by now," He flic
Aftermath 4Matthew had been making dinner when Alfred and Gilbert both came into the kitchen. They were fighting.Aftermath 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Mattie!" Gilbert said, "You said we'd go out tonight!"
Matthew had not.
The statement ticked him off a little but he kept cool.
"No way!" Alfred said, "Mattie you promised to take me to the hockey game!"
Matthew had not promised. He'd thought was an interesting idea that morning.
Now he was angry but he wouldn't show it.
"You idiot! Why would Mattie make plans with you?" Gilbert said glaring at Alfred.
"Because I'm his brother, that's why!" Alfred pointed out. He jabbed Gilbert in the chest, "Brothers come before assholes!"
"Not if the brother is an asshole!" Gilbert said pushing Alfred away.
"Was that a challenge? I'll fight you right here and no, schnitzel face!"
"Yeah right! Like you could even bruise me, Yankee!" Gilbert said, "This night was already planned for me and Mattie! We decided two weeks ago!"
Gilbert had planned it the day before. Matthew hadn't known what day Gilbert
Valentine's DayThat morning, when Ziggy Stardust saw the shimmering quilt being unpacked in the common room, all bets appeared to be off.Valentine's Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This will look wonderful on my bed!" he cooed as he fingered the silver lame lace that edged the night-black satin quilt spangled with sequin stars, button moons, and velvet planets.
David heaved that particularly deep sigh that only Ziggy's antics brought out. "This isn't for you, Ziggy. The Astronettes may have sent it, but you're not the only one here with your eye on the stars."
"Well, whose is it then?" he asked with a pout.
"You'll see if you help us get it upstairs it's rather heavy."
Jealous but as ever unable to resist his curiosity, Ziggy helped David, Major Tom, and Pierrot carry it up to a particular bedroom...
"It's quite an accurate star chart," Major Tom whispered as they each took a corner of the quilt and slowly eased it onto the bed, not wanting to wake its weary occupant. "How long do you think it took the
High School Nevah Ends - USUKwarning!High School Nevah Ends - USUK5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
language. and a bit of nudity at the end.
Somewhere on Earth, but not quite part of society, there is a high school that only the nations have ever seen or heard of
In the basement, there was an old gym room that wasn't used for gym anymore. Inside, there was an old lady was droning on and on, and the twenty-odd students watched her, but no one was truly paying attention. Alfred sighed and bashed his head on his desk. He hated art class.
"ALFRED!" the old lady shouted at him.
Alfred lifted his head groggily. "Yo."
"WOULD YOU CARE TO EXPLAIN WHAT STIPLING IS?"
Alfred yawned, buying himself time. "Well, you know, it's that thing where, you know "
There was a ringing sound overhead. Alfred breathed a sigh of relief. Saved by the bell. Papers rustled and bags were zipped up as the nations started heading to their long-an
Somebody loves youSpoilers for ´´A scandal in belgravia´´Somebody loves you3 years ago in Romance More Like This
set right after the episode
John arrived home to find Sherlock gazing out the window,to the dark,cold London.
He was deep drowned on his thoughts,John knew that,so he didn´t interrupt him and took off his coat,placing it on the couch,trying not to think that Sherlock´s thoughts were probably directed to that woman as he made his way to the kitchen.A hot,steamy cup of tea as his intended goal.
He turned his head,Sherlock hadn´t moved a muscle.If he didn´t know the man so well he would have thought he had heard things.But he did know him,after all.
´´Yes,Sherlock?´´ he answered,straightening up a bit
´´I need your help with and experiment.´´ The taller man said,this time turning his head a bit,John knew it wasn´t a request,his tone was more like an order.
Normally John would have asked what was it about,or
We Would Be Warm Below the StormJohn. Come home immediately. - SHWe Would Be Warm Below the Storm3 years ago in Romance More Like This
John's eyebrows furrowed; Sherlock was pushy, no doubt about that, but there was something odd about this. John knew urgency when he heard it, and he heard it in Sherlock's text.
OK. I'm at the store. I just have a few more things.
He put it back in his pocket and went back to looking for his crisps. Literally two seconds later his pocket pinged again.
Leave the bloody shopping. Come home *now.* - SH
John didn't even think twice. He left his basket in the middle of the aisle and ran out of the store and into the rain. What had been dark and foreboding skies when he entered the store were now horrendous buckets of rain, but since he didn't have any food to carry, he decided to walk. (He knew that it would take longer to try and get a cab, seeing as everyone else was trying to, and even if he managed to get one the rain would just delay his arrival even more). He could always just change clothes when he
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 2Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Last chance?" Jimmy choked. "Bonzo? What? I-"
"Listen, I was allowed to come back here for only one night, Pagey. I'm doing you a fucking favor." Bonzo indicated the chains and the bottles hung around his body. "This represents the misspent hours of my life, Page. The greed, the stupidity... but more than that... all the things I DIDN'T do. The time I wasted."
"Wasted? Bonzo, you came to every studio session! You gave up weekends, holidays... anytime the band needed you, you were there."
"My point..." Bonzo said grimly.
"Sure you had some rough patches... the drinking and all fuck else, but when it came down to it, you were always a good man of business, Bonzo."
"BUISNESS?!?!" Bonzo thundered, grabbing Jimmy by the collar. "My CHILDREN were my business! My FAMILY! My respectability, my heath, and my forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!"
Jimmy was aghast. "I had no idea you pos
Nocturnal ConversationsIt was late at night when Sers woke up from the sound of a slammed door. Upon first waking, he didn’t know where he was - then he remembered the evening before: he was watching a film and had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room while he was waiting for Duke to come home. The thin ginger had disappeared six days ago and after three days, they filed a missing person's report, the police immediately searching for him.Nocturnal Conversations3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of the more caring souls, probably Lodger, had switched off the TV and had covered Sers with a blanket. He waited, straining to hear any sign that Duke might have come home and maybe had just gone up to his room unnoticed, and he just wanted to turn around to continue sleeping - when he heard something else. He closed his eyes and listened, yes... it could only be Duke, who must have come in just a few moments ago – nobody else in the household had what seemed to be a permanent cold. But what was he doing?
With a sigh, Sers got up from the co
Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 5Christmas Carols: A Led Zep Fic: Part 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jimmy couldn't think straight. His mind was a blur of memories he had tried to lock away for years. Memories. That's all they were. Memories. How could a memory do harm? It couldn't, could it? Not unless one allowed it to.
He got up from the chair and paced back and forth. What the hell just happened? How many more dead drummers were going to come and torment him tonight? Fuck, if only Peter were here. Peter would set him right. He was the best manager ever to walk the earth. Peter would pull him up by the lapels and say, "Jimmy, get over yourself." He smiled a little. "Jimmy, get over yourself. Hop in the car. I'll buy you a drink. You won't remember any of this in the morning." Good old Peter Grant.
"CLANG! CLANG!" The bell struck two, and sure enough, another strange lighted flooded the crack beneath the restroom door.
"Page!" a low voice beckoned.
Jimmy ducked. He didn't really know why. So far, he'd endured a night of the walking dead, time-travel, and exploding restroo
Thankyou Mr. BowieThankyou, Mr. BowieThankyou Mr. Bowie2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you changed me with your labyrinth, altered me with words
undergoing ccch cch cchanges, you being my strange fascination
whiling away the time till drive in saturday
following your vague directions
memorizing every line
putting on my red shoes, dancing to the sound to your blues
weep for aladin sane, gazing into the eyes of the goblin king
freaking out in a moonage daydream purely to survive this life you made seem so dull
inspired by your style, set aflame by your ideas
my mind has become revolutionized because of you and theres nothing I can do
my story reinvented by your careful hand
comforted only by your voice
Because I know you're never ever gonna let me die and you"re never gonna get old
screaming at the pretty things, staying inside your lover's story
breezing through school as rebel, rebel
struggling to drive onward under pressure
as my world falls down, I'll give you my hands and break free from this rock n' roll suicide
carrying the knowledge that we can
Food For ThoughtDory leaned back on his hands, his head lolling back on his neck. "So. New topic. Don't you ever think about what it'd be like to just be with Jareth?" He posed, gazing at one of closest friends, Sarah Williams, inquisitively.Food For Thought3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dory, I told you, I don't want to talk about him!" The dark-haired woman exclaimed, shifting on her end of the bed. “That was a long time ago!”
The long-haired hippie sat up in protest. “But Jareth stays with us sometimes---there’s no way you won’t come across him. You may as well work it out now!” He reasoned, shifting the hem of his dress up. He looked at her sardonically. “And I may be gay, but I can recognize when a woman loves a man.”
Sarah tossed her hair back. “I’ve managed being friends with the rest of you boys without him,”
“I think you’re just excluding him to spite him,” Dory frowned innocently, concerned for the Goblin King’s l
Flight PatternsSarah sat in her apartment bedroom with her head in her hands. She was torn between feeling intense anger and weeping sorrow. She'd been fired from her job today. Not that she was terribly disappointed about that; she hated her job. The people she worked with were all assholes who gossiped more than old ladies at bingo. She'd been confined to a cubical, expected to work eight hour days that were never long enough to get all of her work done, so she'd ended up staying extra hours or coming in early and of course she'd been salaried so she didn't get paid for those extra hours. Her boss had approached her earlier that day around lunchtime. He'd pulled her aside into his office to inform her that because of her lack of ability to work with her team members and because she was falling behind in her work that he was going to have to let her go. Sarah hadn't argued, didn't say a single word to the large balding man, but had simply gone back to her desk, packed up the few personal items she hFlight Patterns4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ringo's Gift"Hey, mum? Yeah, don't worry, we're on our way. Ringo said he needed to make a quick stop, then we'll come to the party....yes, tell dad I picked up the whisky for the nog....no, I will not drink any until we get home....yes, mum, you have my word. My solemn word....I don't have a bible right now, but I swear on that too, yes. Ok, mum, I see Ringo coming, I gotta go....love you. See you soon, bye!"Ringo's Gift3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
George sighed heavily as exited the phone booth. The wintery chill of Liverpool sent a shiver down his spine, but he didn't mind. He loved the winter season and he especially loved Christmas time. His parents were throwing a huge party back at his house and he had invited the other Beatles (along with their families) to partake in the festivities.
Ringo needed a ride, but for some reason he said he had a very important errand to run before they went to the party. Since George had an errand of his own to run (buying whisky for the famous Harrison Egg Nog his dad was making), he decided to pic