A Key PointHello. I'm your left shift key. You know, on your keyboard? I think it's time we had a little chat.A Key Point4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
See, I think I have things better than some others I know. Like my friends P, A, I, and N you know those keys? - well, they've been feeling used. Whenever you open up Microsoft Word, they just start groaning because they feel your poetry coming. Me, though, I guess I'm just feeling ignored. Unappreciated. You know the feeling? I know you do. I saw that poem about your family. Tough stuff, right there. I feel you, I really do.
I know you feel all deep without me. Like the restraints I put upon you shackle your inner poet. I'm not uncool. Believe me, I am down with the youngsters. And I know the time it takes to capitalize could cause your conversation about your English teacher to Tanya to drag. I am the most understanding key on your keyboard, believe me. Not like Insert. Believe me, that guy's a total asshole. But I just think you really haven't considered all the dynamics
Says the monster,"It's awfully lonely being this scary."Says the monster,4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
AlicexHatter Short Story 1 They sat on the bench on streetside for a while, watching but not really watching the traffic and the people walk by. Alice opened her mouth a few times, but then closed it every time with a new expression of thoughtful consideration on the matter. The Hatter, for his part, seemed to have broken his eyebrows, for they were stuck in the up position and made him look like he had just heard a word that couldn't be spoken or a color that couldn't be seen, as if he couldn't process its fleeting nature. His left hand crossed over was a dead weight in her lap, and she had forgotten she was holding onto it with both of hers when he suddenly spoke, though it was very soft, and Alice started when he did.AlicexHatter Short Story 16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a very good question. Usually when people do things without thinking about them, there are consequences, but when you know that there are consequences but they don't come immediately, it's
Tea and cigarettesTea & cigarettesTea and cigarettes9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She says she sees her future
in tea and cigarettes
as she thinks of a past
that she'd much rather forget
The smoke lingers forever
in the air and in her heart
remembering the painful end
and the regret-ridden start
Autumn leaves begin to fall
[and the world with it, it seemed]
as the cigarettes burn away –
and then, one by one, the dreams
She says she sees her future
in tea and cigarettes
as she wishes away her past
shrouded in silhouettes
Mias and Elle - Chapter 9Elle lay on her back in an awkward position and uncomfortable silence only broken by her occasional gasps of air. It felt as though her innards were twisting around inside of her, and it was making her nauseous; Mias made her nauseous, at least, she hoped that it was nausea.Mias and Elle - Chapter 94 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cheeks burning red, lips swollen and tingling, she stared blankly at the ceiling. She wished that she could get in a calming breath to centre herself, but it was proving difficult what with the painful pounding in her chest. Dragging her bottom lip between her teeth, she rubbed her forehead with the palms of her hands. This was becoming a habit of her body to go into this strange panic whenever Mias got so dangerously close.
Bored, and having nothing better to do, and liking the idea of being washed of the contact of Mias, she ran a bath. With no intention of relaxing, especially considering what had just happened not making her feel very safe letting her guard down, she made it quick. Before lathering herself up,
911"911, what's your emergency?"9114 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Um, t-there's someone in my house," I whisper into my flip flop phone. I'm sitting on the floor with my back against the bathroom door. The robber had just kicked the door open and ran inside while I was climbing up the stairs. I could barely hold the phone up to my ear due to my hand shaking so vigorously.
"What's your location?" the lady on the line asks. She has a calm tone despite the fact that she must get lots of critical phone calls every day.
"Blue Avenue, Robinson Street, house number 8," I whisper back. I don't want the person who had broken into my house to hear and come after me. I would prefer it if he would steal whatever he wanted and just leave.
"Can you identify the person who broke into your home?"
"No, I didn't see the person's face, he was wearing a hoodie," I use my other hand to try and ease the trembling. I place my ear against the bathroom door to listen for any indications that the robber might still be upstairs. If he was no long
Mias and Elle - Chapter 7"You found it where, exactly?"Mias and Elle - Chapter 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Her, Berenos. I found her a few klicks in, east of the Decivus land."
The larger of the two, Berenos, stumbled over the hearth in alarm, the clatter making Elle's unconscious body shuffle and grunt. He tried repeatedly to assure himself that he had simply misheard his brother, that it was not true that they had become tangled in the affairs of the Decivus family, but a miscommunication was far too rare a thing between them.
"Mathias Decivus? You took her from one of them?!" He softened his voice as the body on the bed shifted again. "Abernos, are you completely mental? She can't stay here; you have to get rid of her!"
"Don't be so cruel, brother! She seemed to need help "
Abernos stroked absently at the girl's hair, brushing his fingertips against her warm forehead as his eyes scanned her face repeatedly, taking it all in. There was something about her that made him smile, and even more so than usual. There was something so uniq
A Deal is a Deal"Why are we going back to the house?"A Deal is a Deal4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Because I said so, now zip it."
"Didn't I hire you? Not the other way around?"
"I could just quit, you know."
"But you won't." Oliver says smugly. And he's right. "Because of your family."
For the second day in a row, I am about to do something I may soon regret. I am being forced to show my 'employer' to the Russells because he doesn't believe they exist. He believes I'm just going to take my pay and run. Which I would do if the family wasn't in the picture. But they are so...I'm stuck with him for who knows how long really.
Right now, we're walking back to his house. I told Oliver I'd only show him the family if we could make two stops beforehand. The first being the house. I want to go pick up Roxy. It's only been two days, but I'm sure Molly, Teddy and Jimmy all miss her. And Roxy would love to see them too. I debated whether to leave her with them, but I had a selfish moment and decided to keep her with me.
The other reason I want to go back
Off the Rails"Get up you filth! I said get up! You're lucky I didn't just throw your behind off still sleeping. Now you better be off this train in ten seconds or I will! And your litte dog too!" He sucks in a large breath. "One... two..."Off the Rails4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I shake my head wildly, trying to orient myself. I was still in the corner of the train car. I looked around while scrambling to my feet and notice everyone else had left. Of course no would bother waking me up. Only take care of your family. Roxy is all I got.
"Seven...eight!...," he continues. Roxy and I going run and leap off, landing in a heap in the grass. He walks over to the egde of the car and shakes his fist at me, "And stay off! I don't want no filth tagging along." He hops down and mumbles loudly as he heads back to the front, "No good little-"
I turn to Roxy. "You okay, girl?" She hops up and runs in a circle around herself twice. "Okay. I guess we need to find out where we are." I stand up and stretch again. Instantly, my long hair falls down on my s
Love TriangleHe's perfect. What's not to love?Love Triangle4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's so moronic. What does she see in him?
I need her.
I wonder if he notices me.
I hate the way he looks at her.
What can she do for me today?
Does he feel the same way?
Can't she see he doesn't reciprocate her feelings?
How does she not see I don't feel the same way?
I hope he does.
Is she under some spell or something? Really?
I've got her wrapped around my finger.
I think I'll go looking for him.
Maybe I should tell her.
I wonder where she's off to today.
Will he be happy to see me?
Will she want to listen?
Will she be able to do it all?... For me, she will.
There he is. Looking as amazing as he usually does.
There she is... looking at him adoringly as always.
Ah, there she is. Ready to practically wait on me hand and foot.
Oh! He's looking right at me!
Great, she's blushing at a mere look from him.
I know what she's going to do for me today.
The bird collector.She still sits on rooftops,The bird collector.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dreams about flying.
Just like the bird her dad
gave her when she was eight.
Then her dad flew away,
and she pretended she
did not notice.
Sometimes she wishes
she could be death-daring
skinny all over again.
She liked to dance,
it sometimes felt like flying.
So she'd make her fingers
dance on her torso, over
the cage inside her chest.
This cage held a bird,
which never learned to sing.
A bird that only hit the walls
inside her, making a pounding sound,
desperate for the freedom
she'd love to have.
skinny meant light.
And light enough to fly
(just like a bird)
is what she was going for.
And like she was too cold
to own a heart,
she'd collect birds
inside her ribcage.
Stealing their freedom.
half heartedhe once sung her a song, lyrics about an ocean and a meth lab trailing like honey from his thin lips. she said something about loving him, but he wasn't really listening and she didn't think she even meant it.half hearted4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she wore a dress one day, that was tight around the hips and wore lipstick to make him want to kiss her. he told her she looked nice, but really her lipstick tasted bad and she always had hips that were slightly too big.
they shared cigarettes under fluorescent lights, told each other things that were only half true -
but they had always been lonely by themselves.
Blurred Dreams'I just miss it. I was so close, you know? So close!'Blurred Dreams4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'I know, but haven't you thought why this happened?'
'What do you mean?'
'Tell me what you did after you quit? After you lost everything you had. Tell me what you learned. How you're living your life right now. How you spend your days. What you think about. What you want to do for the rest of your life. What is making you go on?'
She looked at her hands for a while then looked up at him again.
'I.. I do not know.'
'You don't know? Well I find that hard to believe. I heard what you said when people asked you about your dream. Tell me Annabelle. What is your dream? Tell me what your answer was.'
She sighed, then a light shone upon her face as if the shadow she wore all these years had finally been lifted, revealing her beauty. 'I don't have a dream rather I have plenty. I have about five dreams and there are a couple of dreams within them. I want to be an Artist that draws the beauty i
InspirationStare at the blank word document.Inspiration4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Search your mind for inspiration.
Think of last Friday and what it meant.
Or that boring hour of detention.
Tapping an eraser to pass the time.
How awesome your crush looked that night.
Wishing you had a Capri Sun maybe Kiwi Lime.
Day dreaming to be her one and only knight.
Thinking back to lunch and your tater tots.
Waiting for the day she'll even see you.
Feeling artistic and drawing a horse while he trots.
Seeing her with him knowing there's nothing you can do.
Finally the bell rings and you leave that horrid room.
Getting the courage up to tell her how you feel.
Drudging home because of the impending doom.
She rejecting you turning your heart to steel.
Could be some interesting ideas for writing.
Finally typing something and getting somewhere.
Shuffle your feet while you turn off all the lighting.
At last, sleep and dreaming of friends you wish were there.
Are You Ready?We just sat in the livivng room staring at one another for a while. As soon as we sat down, Roxy came bounding in and jumped into my lap and she eventually fell asleep in my lap. I continued to pet her absentmindedly, but my gaze remained on the boy in front of me. The only sound was the tick tock of the grandfather clock over in the corner.Are You Ready?4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The maids, which were mysteriously missing yesterday, were all over us at first. I turned down food a few times. It was very difficult because all I've had lately was yesterday's candy. I still haven't had a bite of real food in days. As soon as we get down to business- ugh, bad image in my head- I might allow someone to bring me something, anything. I'll eat about anything at this point because I am literally starving.
My apprehension and fear had faded. I still feel sick to my stomach for what I'm agreeing to do, but I no longer feel scared. But I know that will return once I actually have to... perform my duties. My God, I hate this is what I've
Night Night. Sweet Dreams."Mommy, I'm tired of standing in line. Can we leave?"Night Night. Sweet Dreams.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No, Molly, sweetie. We've been in line for hours now. We can't leave it now, when we're so close to the front." We're about ten people back. " Once you're in there, you'll be happy you stayed here. I promise you that."
"Okay Mommy." And she bends down to play with Roxy.
The Russell family and I have been in New York City for about a week now. It hasn't been too unbearable. The morning after we arrived, we scoured the city for work. Arthur found a construction job that should last a while and Jane got a job as a seamtress. But the children and I couldn't find anything yet. No one was interested in anything we had to offer. So that night we waited in our first bread line for a couple hours and ate some tough looking substance.
The following day, Jane and Arthur had to get to their new jobs, and they insisted they take the children with them. "No, I'll take them with me so we can find some work too," I told them.
"But Annabelle, I cou
Cpt. Obvious walks into a barHe drinks.Cpt. Obvious walks into a bar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Elle and Mias Chapter 3Elle woke to a pounding in her head.Elle and Mias Chapter 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Not again, she grumbled."Muuuunnngghhh."
She ruffled her brow. Dear god, please let this all have been a bad dream. Please. I'm just going to open my eyes and
Elle peeked at her surroundings. Slowly she raised her head and hoped that her 10x11 dorm room would greet her with its faded paint and dingy light.
Was there always this much green in our dorm? Maybe we have a mold problem. Please, be a mold problem. Please be a
As her eyes began to focus, it became more and more apparent to Elle that she was not in her dorm room. One-hundred foot tall trees towered over her. Leaves, dirt, moss, were everywhere she turned. Elle blinked. Was she in a forest?
Elle massaged her head. Well, a forest is much better than being trapped with that sex-crazed kidnapper.
"Oh good, you're awake." A tenor voice called out to her.
Elle stiffened. Would this nightmare never end? I thought I escaped!
Slow Me Down"What the hell, Annabelle?!" Jane shrieks.Slow Me Down4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm sorry! I know! I'm in trouble, so go ahead and punish me. I don't care anymore. I give up!" I throw my self limply face-first into the couch and groan into the cushions.
"Dont give up!"
I lift my head. "Too late. I already did. I've... accepted the fact he doesn't love me and wouldn't love me. And even if he did by some chance have feelings for me back then, he's clearly over me." I lay my head back down.
"And you're okay with that?"
"No, but I can accept it."
"Isn't that the same thing?"
Jane yanks me into a sitting position and forces me to look her in the eye. "Well, I'm not going to accept this. Do I need to drag you down there myself? I will! Don't think I wouldn't! I'm so tired of this!"
"Tired of what?"
She gestures to me. "You! I love you Annabelle. You know that. I love you like you're one of my own children, so I absolutely hate to see you so... so... so miserable!"
I spit out the lie automatically, "I am not misera
Elle and Mias: Chapter 11The halls of Mias' manor glistened as rays of sunlight shown in through the windows. The trail of blood that lead up to his room and been scrubbed away, including the stains on the carpet as well. Everyone's dirty clothes had been picked up from the floor, washed, and each placed near their respective owners, excluding Mias because Elle and the stag brothers both felt they had all done enough for the evening.Elle and Mias: Chapter 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Abernos and Elle were curled up in an arm chair together near Mias' bedside. Elle had changed into a light blue nightgown she found at the bottom of her trunk after the two had washed up. They tried to take shifts monitoring Mias, but sleep proved too tempting to resist, especially when the two found the other very comfortable to rest against.
Elle groaned slightly and yawned before she opened her eyes. Abernos was still fast asleep and snoring lightly, with his arms wrapped snugly around her waist. Elle smiled and kissed his cheek, causing the young stag to smile in his sleep and
Pretty Like DrugsShe's still wearing her favourite dress,Pretty Like Drugs6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A torn and tattered blood soaked mess,
Criss-cross cuts make pretty patterns,
On itchy, sticky, torn up flesh,
Her bedroom smells like smoke and coffee,
Makes her feel at home.
Reality is hard to grasp these days,
Sometimes she forgets her name,
What is a name anyway?
A name does not define a person,
A name can't tell you who you are,
Her scars are what define her,
No one else has scars like hers.
When things start to get too heavy,
Baby rips another cone,
Shuts her eyes and wills it all away,
Pushes those nasty voices to the back of her mind,
And washes down emotions with another swig of goon,
Coz crying is not an option.
Her bong is her new best friend,
It's the only one that understands,
Everything is perfect when you're high,
They say drugs kill,
But they're keeping her alive,
And she's so high, she's fucking soaring.
Best feeling in the world.
She looks like trash but she feels so pretty.
Pretty like the drugs.
invite you over for dinneryou've always been a fire,invite you over for dinner4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
haven't you sweetheart?
always a burning flame
flickering red and yellow
and blue and the whole
spectrum of human emotion
you are tearing my flesh
from the bone - blackening
heart from your heat
but fuck, i'll still
invite you over for dinner
because you are the smoke
to my mirror; the one
that obscures my face