Hollow Memory of a Distant ShoreYou are like a long passed season.Hollow Memory of a Distant Shore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As delicate as the footprints of sparrows in freshly fallen snow.
Intricate, yet so easily disturbed when care is not taken.
Somehow, you have managed to persist after all these years.
Residing in the same quiet place you carved into the woods so long ago..
Only a short ride from the sea.
When you cross my mind, you carry with you the scent of that shoreline.
Harsh and thick, yet somehow placating.
Though the weather was perpetually gray, misty, and cold.
Much like your heart had become..
Just before we painfully, and slowly, parted ways.
I recall with deep longing your fascination with foxes.
With the way they would trot up and down the beach in the early morning,
Their coats most often wet and muddy from crossing into the tide.
I could see the subtle enthrallment in your eyes as they dug for clams.
They would thrust their forepaws deep into the muck, throw it backward..
And at times, to my assuagement, you would smile.
Now, it feels more dist
SatelliteIt's one of those too-long nights,Satellite3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where I'm too awake
and you're too honest.
You tell me you have your fix:
leave a constellation on the walls,
your star gazing eyes glazing.
But no, please--
You are more than a meteor.
More than a flash, crash, burn.
It's like the sky is cracked
and the stars are slipping into space.
The pockmarked, indecisive moon
has turned her back on you, as before.
But I am still in orbit.
Maybe if you are drunk enough, you'll lean on me
slur out solar systems of sadness,
stagger down streets through broken nebulae of lights.
Maybe tell me you're sorry; I was right.
But after so many oblivious shooting stars,
somehow I doubt it.
Borrowed SpaceThere’s something about apartments that feels second hand. When we moved, our neighbor gave us plates with apples printed on them. Their colors have faded into a chipped sigh. They would have gone with our old kitchen—we had red curtains and apple-lined wallpaper. She got those plates from the bank, a gift for opening up a new account. Probably the same bank that took our old house. Will they want the plates back, too?Borrowed Space2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shelved the plates with the tired, mismatched coffee mugs. The blue, flowered ones are from Grandma—she didn’t want them anymore after her husband died. The clouded grey mug came from the machine shop Dad worked before he got laid off. The checkered, lavender mug was a Mother’s Day present to my mom when I was in fourth grade. It was one of the few things she left behind after she moved.
Our thrift store couch looks weary, as if it’s tired of moving from place to place. The dark blue cushions sag in the center and its arm
chivalry lives, after allyou told mechivalry lives, after all6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i was the perfect combination
of beautiful and witty
of intelligent and down-to-earth
of mysterious and captivating:
a princess in every respect but title.
i told you
that you had me on a pedestal
-- no, a tall tower poised to topple --
and little boys hate it
when they find out that their goddesses
are mortals in disguise.
you told me
that if and when i fell from grace
you would be there to catch me
and tell me i was perfectly imperfect
and carry me home.
i told you
i believed you.
(yet i didn't understand why.)
but you never told me
that you were not the prince you convinced both of us you were
that you were never waiting at the bottom of my tower,
arms outspread, strong and faithful.
you had been holding me in your arms all along,
a mortal man trading heartbeats with a mortal woman.
and love, to me,
is no longer defined in terms of games
we've both already won all there is to be won.
because the earthquakes and nooses and fiery pits
Who ever said that autumn had to be beautiful?An indecisive autumn falls over the landscape this year.Who ever said that autumn had to be beautiful?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky peeks through the tops of patchwork trees.
Their colors are broken.
Some are nude.
Others seem to light themselves on fire. Sometimes I take pictures.
One by one
The cicada calls deaden.
The crickets have abandoned the night
And the air is still enough
To hear a train's whistle fade farther away.
Geese fly overhead, pointing to somewhere better.
Where are you going?
Anywhere but here.
I cannot tell the difference between what is leaving and what is simply dying.
*Silkworm*Busy*Silkworm*2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
BolideIf the world ends tomorrow--Bolide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dad will sit out in a lawn chair
the freezing Minnesota air,
chainsmoking and smirking.
And you, maybe if you wanted,
we'd stand at the top of the Indian mounds
like we did on the Fourth of July years ago
and watch meteors firework across the sky.
There will be no mini doughnut stand this time,
no children laughing at the bright flashes,
but also no repentance.
If the world ends tomorrow,
you don't need to apologize for anything.
Hearts are fragile things
and it's not like this world
hasn't been struck by a meteor before.
confusion -yuri- part 22Ane snickers, "Love? What would a boy know about true love? You've known her only a few days!"confusion -yuri- part 224 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Boys know love too!" he argues back, "She makes me feel strange, nervous, and anxious...She's the reason I believe in love at first sight!"
my face felt hot. What do I do??
It was silent for a moment before I say something, "Keiji. I'm sorry you feel that way, because my heart is with Kyo and Ane,"
"I know," he says, "but that won't stop me from trying to win your love,"
"Try all you want, but if you lay another hand on her, I'm going to hurt you severely," Ane says.
This is going to be an awkward ride home...
We all get dressed and start heading home, the whole ride silent and thick with tension.
I could only breathe easy when he dropped us off outside the school and drove off.
"I'm sorry guys," I say as we walk into the school, "I made a fool of myself,"
"Don't worry my dear," Ane says grabbing my hand.
"We will never be mad at you," Kyo says grabbing the other.
"Thank you," I say quietly
Tears of a Woman1. ConflictingTears of a Woman3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Leaf sniffed quietly. She hugged her knees, hiding her trembling mouth. Her red puffy eyes stared soullessly into the dancing flames.
Suddenly, a warm coat wrapped around her body. She looked up, only to see a distressed Green. The young leader sighed heavily and crouched down to her level. "Stop crying," he said, patting her head softly. "I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. But it's not that I hate you." His hand took her chin, slowly lifting her up to meet his gaze.
"But just remember, no matter how far we are, you're always in my mind." He wiped the tears off her face. A small, innocent smile curved up his lips. "So stop crying, you pesky little girl coz you're making me feel pathetic for losing to you."
Hikari wiped her tears. She bit her lip, holding back another sob. The young dark brunette slumped her back against the wall, her lips pursed into a sorrowful frown. Her hands moved to her necklace, gripping the black pendant tightly. Her
Fill in the blank.Sometimes people leaveFill in the blank.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
these why-sized holes in our lives
after they depart.
Helghan Story Ch 1Chapter IHelghan Story Ch 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"My people... Sons and Daughters of Helghan... For many years, we have been a broken nation: shunned, oppressed, and conquered by those we sought to escape. Ten years ago, I asked for time, and that time was granted by you. You: the strength in my arm, the holders of my dreams... Our forefathers embarked on the greatest exodus in the history of all mankind. An exodus for freedom, Helghan became that freedom. Our new world changed our bodies. At first, it weakened us, but in fact, we were growing... stronger. In the time you have given me, I have rebuilt our nation, I have rebuilt our strength, and I have rebuilt our pride! Our enemies at home have been re-educated; we have given them new insights into our cause. On this day, we stand united once more. On this day, those driven to divide us will hear our voice! On this day, we shall act as one, and we shall be ignored NO MORE! Defenders of the Helghast dream, NOW IS OUR TIME!"
Every one cheered loudly as one Helghast nodded,
MonarchWings erupt from their casing,Monarch3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A transparent gold-rimmed shell.
Small, wet petals
blossom into fiery wings
that leave trails of ash across fingertips,
charcoal stains on outstretched hands.
They burn across the landscape,
flocking in fiery clouds over fields.
Their crepe paper wings carry them onward
like small kites drifting on the breeze.
Shedding cells and color
for 2,000 wind-beaten miles.
WickedMorgana, in the cowering darkened city; neon is dead. Theatres all play the same movie, over and over again. No one watches; they’re all in their basements or ancient fallout shelters. Morgana’s heels clack pavement, and the echo goes on forever.Wicked1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Feast on your tins of peanut butter and crackers; Morgana feasts on minds. Minds like yours, soft like veal. Everyone said this night would come, but no one believed it would be now. How could it be, when just yesterday the playgrounds were filled with sunlight and laughter?
Lightning cracks sky and illumes devastation, wretchedness, emptiness. Lions have escaped the zoos, and roam the streets hungry and fierce. The wind howls your name as you sit in the darkness wearing your foil hat. Morgana laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
And the echo goes on forever; like carnival music at a funeral, like a grave robber’s laugh, like handbills flying down an alley for a play that was never produced; like a child lost in the crowds, like t
Goosebumps: Once in a Blue Moon - Ch8Screech.Goosebumps: Once in a Blue Moon - Ch81 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The girl slammed on the brakes. The small figure had darted out in front of her car before she’d even had a chance to blink.
Breathing heavily, she hastily unbuckled her seatbelt and flung the door open. She prayed that she hadn’t hit the poor innocent pedestrian. It looked small enough to be a child…
But as she knelt down in front of her car to inspect the figure lying facedown on the pavement, her face twisted into a bewildered expression. It wasn’t a child. It wasn’t even human. It was a rumpled doll, with a wooden head and a black tuxedoed body – a ventriloquist’s dummy.
What the heck? she thought. Did someone throw this thing into the street?
She looked around. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around.
A sharp pain in her arm made her gasp.
The dummy’s hand had shot up and grabbed her hard around the wrist. Its wooden fingers dug harshly into her flesh. And to her horror, the dummy’s head
Look Away pt. 2Fighting away the tensionLook Away pt. 22 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And even the prospect of wind
Makes the greatest of waves.
Flying away to this peace of mind, and
Piercing the mountains of clouds.
Above the world and beneath the sky.
Piercing the veil from under the shroud.
Look away, look away...
I'm weightlessly drifting to the ground.
When the rest of the world
Is rising above you,
There is only one thing left to do.
Look away, look away...
When the strings of your heart
Are tangled around,
When you hit the ground.
Minecraft Mob Talker Girls Ep1Minecraft:Mob Talker Girls Ep1Minecraft Mob Talker Girls Ep12 years ago in Humor More Like This
I don’t quite remember what happen, heck I don’t even know who I am. For some reason Steve seems right, I don’t know why but it just does. But what I do remember is waking up on a beach, I was awoken by a chicken pecking my face. Little bastard. After shooing it away, I stood up on the beach and looked at my surroundings. I was on a island maybe, a huge Island. I could see a forest, a grass land, and a snow biome. I am sure there are more biomes on this place. I started walking over to the grass land, because I saw a little pond of fresh water. I know enough to not drink the ocean water. I made my way over to the pond, quickly plopping my head into the water to get as much as I could to drink. I was so thirsty, I didn’t mind the water getting into my ear; Though I regretted it later. When I finished drinking and cleaning my ears out, I heard a noise coming from behind him. It was a moo. I turned around and staring me in the face, w
Tokens: Fenris x Lady Hawke.Title: Tokens.Tokens: Fenris x Lady Hawke.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Game: Dragon Age 2.
Pairing: Fenris x Lady Hawke.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to BioWare and BioWare alone. I just like to toy with them and laugh.
The Amell estate's labyranthine hallways were ground deeply into Fenris' memory. He knew what lay behind each door, what rooms connected to those, and which would be inhabited by the people he'd come to know just as thoroughly as the home in Hightown.
By no surprise, he found Leandra Hawke in the estate's smaller sitting room, book in her lap and pair of wire-framed glasses poised on the tip of her nose. A set of intelligent blue-gray eyes flicked up to his, and her lips curled into an immediate smile, lines digging into her cheeks.
"Fenris," came her greeting. It was gentle and warm as it always was, and he followed an offered hand to sit in the high-backed chair beside her.
She watched him closely. After his time spent in their company, she'd seen a great change in him as com
Follow you Home pt.IFollow you Home pt.I3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It has been six years
I had hoped the pain would fade, disappear with time like everyone said it would, but it persists. This steady, pulsing ache in my chest that threatens to crumble my torso and devour my soul
My cold fingers wrap around the small cup of ale in my hands. I have yet to take even one sip despite having ordered it hours ago.
My eyes scan the tavern I have found myself in, the Hanged Man there is a grotesque statue hanging above the door, though I ignored it as I entered. Kirkwall is strange, after living most of my life in a tower I find it interesting how different these lands are. Kirkwall is alien to me, a world of harsh turmoil.
This city stands on a knife's edge, the Chantry looming above like a dragon poised to attack. None of the people here seem to realize that the balance is being tilted in the Divine's direction. Belief in the maker is a requirement to live here it seems
I visited the tower, or the Gallows, yes that is what they call it
Wolfgar the Black KnightWolfgar the Black KnightWolfgar the Black Knight2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Wolfgar the Black Knight (Last name and origin unknown to even him)
Occupation: Captain of Cassandra's guards, replacement to Aaron
Eye color: Bright Gold, Black when enraged.
Can he see well: Enhanced just a bit due to parent occupation. He can see almost clearly in the dark and through heavy rain.
General face shape: Full cheeks, regular nose, prominent eyes, and round ears
Face Shape: Square
Hair Color: Bright snow white
Hair Length: Short
Hair Style: always spiked
Facial Hair: none
Skin Color: tanned from long hours in the sun
Complexion: rough as leather
Scars: random scars in all sizes running up arms and legs due only to training.
Birthmarks: one on the right shoulder in the shape of a wolf
Body build: masculine
Body Shape: rectangle
Posture: always correct as if he were a wall
Does he?: nope
Did he choose this?: Yes
Personality Snapshot: He is al
Dead WrongThey always said That Special Someone arrived in your life in some spectacular, amazing, unique way. That the person who was meant for you showed up in a totally out of the ordinary manner that made it obvious they were The One. Anders didn't know who They were, or who decided They knew what They were talking about, but he knew They were dead wrong.Dead Wrong4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Unless getting slapped across the face for pulling Cato's ponytail one too many times counted as spectacular, amazing, unique, and out of the ordinary. Which, in his experience, it didn't.
It had reached the point of being a game; how many times was 'one too many'? His record was six, reached when he was sixteen and there had been a test in class. Today he'd only made it to four. However, rather than follow it with treating him to her Death Glare and stomping out of the classroom like she usually did, Cato crossed her arms, stuck out one skinny hip, and demanded to k
Chilly Times Call For WarmthMalik woke up that morning, to find the Bureau freezing. The three blankets he had wrapped around himself didn't seem like they were enough, as he was curled up into a tight ball. How much did the temperature drop last night ? he thought, shivering as he sat up in bed. He knew that the winter season brought along low temperatures, but they usually weren't this cold. He sat there in bed for a moment, with the blankets wrapped around him, before finally willing himself to stand and get dressed into something warmer. Once dressed, Malik walked out of his room and, once he was in the main part of the Bureau, he realized why it was so cold.Chilly Times Call For Warmth4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snow covered the ground outside. Peeking into the room with the cushions, he found that snow had fallen through the ceiling and had made a nice pile of it on the floor. As he went into the back room to get the broom, he could hear others outside. Most of what he heard were children voices, asking in wonderment what the 'white stuff' wa
Bitter Mana: What If?Bitter Mana: What If?4 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: The writer suggests listening to Adele's song "Set Fire to the Rain" while reading
. . .
He was living in her house it was wonderful, it was painful, it was exquisite, it was torture.
She shambled about like a zombie, mere ghosts of smiles and faint shimmers of happiness. She pined for a man who didn't deserve her, for a lone wolf who didn't know how good he had it.
What Anders would give to see Imoen look at him like she gazed at Fenris he'd give anything.
Sadly, Anders was just the roommate, Imoen offering him a bed simply to protect him from the templars.
He liked to pretend it was for other reasons though
'You are pathetic'
I know, damn it
Imoen's silver eyes regarded him with concern, "Are you alright? You looked like you were in pain "
It had never been so difficult to smile, "I'm fine Hawke, don't worry."
. . .
She was sitting by the fire, a book open in her lap though she wasn't reading. Her silver eyes were unfocused, the woman now b