He Named the Stars for HerThere were twenty-seven frecklesHe Named the Stars for Her5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the skin between her shoulder blades.
He used to line them into constellations in his free time:
The Big Dipper;
He called her Galaxy Girl
and swore she'd walk the moon someday.
he captured twenty-six fireflies for her
and she laughed
when he held up the jar
and told her she could find her way home with it.
She could light her way back to him.
He swore she'd be the first girl
he'd ever name a star for
and he'd call it Glacier to match her eyes
it was so much better than her real name.
He looks at the sky
through his telescope now
and wonders if she realizes he kept his promise.
Twenty-eight stars are dedicated to her
and her universe freckles.
He named them all Lizzie
and despite his long midnight talks
with the fireflies he always captures in his palms just for her,
he still can't bring her back to his world.
A HiNaBN Christmas 77: In Which Everything is Actually Kind of WonderfulA HiNaBN Christmas 74 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The whisper was a flutter of words, excited, breathless in the dark of the room. The zombie turned his head and looked down at where Hanna was bundled in the sleeping bag Ples had leant him, "Yes?"
"What time is it?" Hanna's blue eyes caught some of the light from the Christmas tree peeking through the bottom of the door and were suddenly glittering like electric sparks in the black.
"Mm..." The undead man's brow furrowed and he looked around for the time. Of course, Ples had plenty of clocks but they were all ancient ones and didn't exactly glow in the dark. Across the room, Conrad sighed and rolled over, his arm dangling over the side of the bed. His digital wristwatch was a beacon of sickly neon-green and the zombie could clearly make out the time, "Five past four AM. Why?"
"Gnee~! That means it's four 'o five on Christmas!" Hanna's whisper suddenly escalated to a squeak of excitement as he said the
Crash. the girls clip-clop in their glitter heels andCrash.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the neon burns away the night.
every lost child smudged shadow torn
tights bleary and dazed staggering at
HiNaBN: I Am HorrorSubject: Conrad AchenleckHiNaBN: I Am Horror5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Age: 8 years 10 months
Presiding Doctor: Dr. Birch
Examination: "Free response" Hero Test, CV9013546
Hello. My name is Conrad and I am a hero because...
The doctor told me to write what I think a hero is. A hero is someone who goes around saving people and stopping the bad guys. Like Superman. I like Superman comics, but Mother says they rot the brain. A boy in my class at school had an issue - 101, I think - and I read some of it over his shoulder. Superman is a hero because he always saves the day and puts the bad guys in jail.
I don't think I'm a hero. I'm scared of a lot of things, and superheroes are meant to be brave and fearless. Superman isn't afraid of anything. I don't think I could even be a bad guy, just because I'm not that smart either. When we first came here, Mother explained to the doctor that I was a "budding sociopath". I don't know what it means though.
Maybe Mother wants the doctor to open up my head and look inside my brai
Ramblin', Gamblin' ManCasimiro likes to gamble.Ramblin', Gamblin' Man4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I, a few choice others, and perhaps even Casimiro himself will agree that he is even addicted to the sport. And why shouldn't he be? With years, decades- perhaps even centuries- at his disposal to perfect and master that face that would betray no underlying emotion, why not become obsessed with it?
He's become a master of gambling. He very rarely loses, and flaunts his gambling talent at every opportunity that presents itself. It's no wonder that he and his partner are well off, and even with their riches that have been acquired over many a year; the two vampires still wish to associate with me.
Perhaps it is because I present a challenge to this cunning, deadly master of the card. I'd certainly like to think so, at any rate, but it could also be the kinship lineage we happen to share between us, though that isn't likely. Just wishful thinking, I guess.
Even though I haven't had quite nearly the same amount of time to reach the same level Casimiro sits at, I c
Dear Eli,How are you? I know you said in your last letter that you weren't sleeping well, so I thought I should check to see if everything was all right. We've got to make sure the Ahimsa's own hero is at his best, after all!Dear Eli,4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Not that paperwork isn't brutal. We never see the end of it around here, either, but I guess that's just how life is. At least you get to go out into the city. It must be great taking down those Undesirables and knowing you're protecting innocent lives. Some days I wish I was in that line of work, but I don't think my nerves can take it.
I do love my job here, of course, so I can't complain. Besides, if I didn't work here, I never would've met Elliot.
Wait, that's right. I haven't told you about him yet, have I? He actually reminds me a lot of you. I think it's because he talks like you do. He's always so calm and collected, not like all the other guys I
In the Days PrecedingIt was the fifth time in as many days that I had ended up nearly bleeding out on Worth's doorstep. Hammering on the door maybe a little too hard, I couldn't help but smile in relief when he finally opened up. From my position down on the ground he was even taller than usual. It was kind of daunting, especially when coupled with the fact that he looked angry enough to consider murder.In the Days Preceding5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hanna, it is four in the fuckin' morning,"
"But you're still awake so that's okay, isn't it?" I tried my best to look fragile and worthy of Worth's pity. He didn't buy it.
"I'm only up because m' aunt just called fr'm fuckin' Australia," Worth said, narrowing his eyes further. "Looks like she ain't the only one who f'rgets 'bout time-zones, yer just about living in one all ta yerself."
"It's not my fault!! Seriously!! I can't help that the only time supernatural beasties come out is in the middle of the night,"
"You can help by not chasing after them all the time," relaxing into the door frame, apparently
Sweet Emotion'You can't catch me 'cause the rabbit done died- yes it did!'Sweet Emotion4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What's that mean?" Veser asked, nodding his head along and strumming invisible chords to accent the wailing guitar rift the song carried with it.
"What does what mean?"
Veser rolled his eyes; of course Lee hadn't been paying attention. The man was zoned out, his eyes glazed over with illusions of other places he'd rather be. Veser wondered why Lee had even agreed to drive him around if the mere sight of him was going to send him into that wistful state of being. He continued on with what he'd been asking about, undeterred by his friend's lack of enthusiasm for the most part.
"Man, weren't you even listening? That line from the song, dude."
"I'm sorry, which song?"
They were riding around in Lee's car with the windows down, the air rushing in in torrents to tussle their hair and carry the song out with it. It didn't surprise him that Lee hadn't heard what he was talking about, what with the far-off look in his eye and
A HiNaBN Christmas 33: In Which There is Disaster in a BoxA HiNaBN Christmas 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"We're gonna build a big house out of candy canes! Put a pretty lollipop roof on top! it'll be the sweetest house on the lane! The fountains flowin' with soda pop!"
Conrad moaned an covered his ears, trying to block out the singing coming from the seats behind him. It was a useless effort, really, because Hanna and Veser were singing as loudly as they possibly could.
"Go for it, Ves!" Hanna called, pointing dramatically at the half-selkie in the seat beside him.
"The stairs will be made of cherries!" Veser Hatch sang in voice that actually didn't sound half bad, "There'll be chocolate windows and doors~!"
"There'll be gingerbread walls and long taffy halls!" Hanna joined in, "And colorful sugar plumb floors~! The cupboards will be made of cupcakes!"
"The kitchen will be caramel~!"
"The ceiling will be made of sugar cookies shaped like Christmas bells~!"
And they both peeled off into the chorus again. Everyone else crammed into the Worth-Mob