Mermaid Sigh"I feel like drowning," the mermaid sighs.Mermaid Sigh6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Seth looks over, but says nothing. She blinks back from where she is lying on top of the bedsheets, but he can't tell if she's looking at him, her eyes are so black. Her hair is a dark pool lapping at her pale cheeks and throat.
"I feel so heavy," Cera goes on. "How do you live like this?"
"Didn't you say you've been living in the city for several years now-?" Seth puts down his pen, turns around and sets his arms across the back of his chair.
Cera smiles, shakes her head.
"I'm older than you think, half-blood." Her smile turns to a frown.
"I don't... remember a lot of things, though. We fullbloods don't always think so linearly, and... things are fragmented, in here." She taps her forehead with a fingertip. "But I remember the ocean. Back when I was me--back when I was a child, I think.
"I forgot about it for a long time, got used to... this-" (her hand turns on her w
Prologue-preface to my novelThe OfferPrologue-preface to my novel4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Omaron sighed as he stared at the place where the wall of his little rented room met the ceiling. He was sunk, and that was all there was to it.
The apartment at the top of the White Tower wasn't at all like the plush surroundings he'd become accustomed to at his adopted parents' house; it wasn't cozy like the little orphanage he'd lived in before that either. All it had were two cramped rooms, both of which had the bland sterile sort of atmosphere usually found in hotels. The living area had very few things in it to look at: a round table with two matching chairs, the beige couch where he was sitting, the door to his bedroom, and the larger one leading onto the landing. A few discarded attempts at speeches lay crumpled at his feet. As he looked at them, he ran a bony hand through his already mussed blonde hair. Maybe another swig of wine would drown his shame... nope, didn't work.
How could he
Intruder, Part IISarahs heart almost stopped. That guy intended to kidnap her! No that couldnt be happening to her! This just had to be a dream a nightmare!Intruder, Part II6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No need to be so scared, sweetheart. At least as long as you behave! In her shock Sarah hadnt realized yet that the burglar was already standing behind her. Im gonna be the one driving the car, so theres no need for you to see where were going. All over a sudden he put a piece cloth over her eyes and knotted it tightly behind her head. Sarah moaned as he pulled the knot painfully tight. Sarah wasnt able to see anything through this blindfold. Her captor then cut the piece of tape that was connecting the girls wrists to her ankles. Without any warning she was picked up and according to what she was feeling, the guy hung her over his shoulder. She struggled and screamed to be let down again, only resulting in a slap on her butt, commented with the words Behave!
BraveryOn Saturday the twenty-first of January, Elliot took a gun, pressed it to the strip of bone between his eyes, and shot himself. The bullet shattered the frontal bone of his skull, warping his features past recognition, and burrowed through his pre-frontal cortex into the midbrain. He died before the sound stopped echoing through his empty apartment.Bravery4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This story isn't about that.
I worked with Elliot for only a little while—less than six months. Most of what I knew about him came from his desk. Unlike the smaller ones the secretaries and other reporters had, it was a stately, imposing thing. It would've been terrifying, especially to a mousy little girl like me, but it was covered in paperweights and spare pens and pictures of people hunting ducks. Anyway, Elliot himself denied fear: he was middle-aged, poised on the cusp between forty and fifty. His hair had already turned grey, but he didn't dye it, like he hadn't noticed he was getting older or just didn't care. He smiled more t
On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for ChildrenThe following essay will appear as an Appendix to the sequel of my fantasy novel, Her Unwelcome Inheritance, which is internationally available in paperback and digital formats from all major online booksellers.On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for Children2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
On the Supposed Unsuitability of Fairytales for Children
Shortly after supporting a local library event promoting fairytale literature, the folklore department at Lightfoot College received an animated communication from a very concerned mother regarding, in short, the "unsuitability of fairytales for children."
As this seems to be a rather widespread idea (I might mention the Daily Telegraph article of February 12, 2012) as well as an oddly long-lived one, I take the liberty of public response.
epitaphin the endepitaph7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i'm almost gone
and all i've left
is a red lamp
and a ragged song
to pave my way
into the thunderstorm
let every raindrop murmur
i loved you and lost
nothing but emptiness
and the company
InnocenceInnocenceInnocence5 years ago in General More Like This
DateMe entry for September
Kakashi had a system, of sorts, when dealing with young school girls and their exasperating school teacher crushes.
You dont love meyou love the idea of a handsome older man loving you.
Youre young, Im old. This will never work.
Youre living in a fantasy world with a fantasy crush. Im sorry, but this isnt a fantasy.
School girls had a silly notion that falling in love with a handsome male teacher was part of a normal high school love life. Kakashi really wanted to strangle the person that had come up with that particular idea.
Didnt they have any idea how society viewed the teachers in those kind of relationships? As sick, perverted men who just wanted to fulfill their kinky sexual fantasies.
A hormonal girl just out of puberty stuck in a short skirt with knee-high socks wasnt Kakashis idea of appealing.
Kakashi stared at the blu
Noticed in CommittingI started committing suicides. They were small at first, but more grandiose as the months passed.Noticed in Committing2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At first, I came up with basics: wrist slashing, hanging, overdose, jumping off a building, and stepping off in front of bus. They were all very mundane, really, and if not done properly you just end up living very, very painfully. It was after those routine ways to snuff oneself that I began to get creative.
There was going into a biker bar nude and starting fights with drunk bikers. And when I say "fights", I mean with a knife in my hand. That was a fun night. Everyone was freaked out and angry at the same time. They all wanted to kill me, but they didn't want to touch me either. Eventually, though, they did.
Oh, another good one was sneaking into one of those giant dump trucks at a quarry and letting them dump tons of excavated rocks on me. The driver of the loader always sees you just as it's too late and tries to stop the load.
yieldIf asked, you could almost say it was a necessity. You never spoke of such things, the deep thrum of shouldn't this already be here that scours your skin and drills beneath the bone. You've never called it a need before, because to define meant to know and to know meant to think and god if you could only keep yourself from going down this road so often.yield3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I was told once that if I hated everyone around me it was probably because deep down I hated myself.
"So if I no longer have any regard for myself, does everyone else become worthless too?"
The night burns in a rush of orange and violet, a warm sky that does nothing to settle the tremors in your arms. They are wrapped around your body so tightly your fingers have gone numb. You can feel your nails digging through cotton layers, though - broad divots with shadows of blueyellow layers that could be bruises if you could ever differentiate them from the rest of your skin.
"It's not that I see the world in black and
You Have Two CowsTwilight - You have a bull and a cow. They are in love. The male wants to drink the female's milk, so you sell the bull. The cow gets lonely. You bring back the male. The cow doesn't give you milk anymore, even though she's finally pregnant. You wonder if this has something to do with the wolf that keeps trying to get in.You Have Two Cows5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Legend of Zelda: Duh-duh-duh-duh! You found two cows! Every time you play Epona's Song, they give you a bottle of milk! That's just great!
Naruto - Summoning Jutsu: Two Cows!
Harry Potter - Inspecto bos primgenius!
Bleach - Moo, Two Cows!
My Sims - You have two cows? I wish I had two cows
Super Mario Brother - 2+ Cows
Super Mario Galaxy - So far you have two cows. You only have to get one hundred eighteen more to beat the game!
Animal Crossing - You have two cows as neighbors. You sent them letters and neither of them understood what you were saying. They also took half your money in a which-hand-should-you-pick game.
Sims Animals - You have two cows. They refus
Secret LoveLove can be rather complicated at times. There are so many emotions involved with just that one word. From jealously, anger, sadness and happiness the list can go on. For Hinata Hyuuga, she felt sadness and rejection after her confession to Naruto. It had taken the male a year and a half to finally give her a response. Prior to answering her, there was a war going on which she understood as to why he couldn't give her a response right away. After the war, Naruto had pulled Hinata aside telling her that he appreciates the affection she has for him but could not return the feelings because he was already in love with someone.Secret Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She cried. She didn't want to cry in front of him but she had and felt pathetic doing so. He had tried to comfort her by attempting to hug her but Hinata didn't allow him to touch her. She merely replied with a big smile on her face saying that she was fine. Since that day she has not spoken to the blonde.
That was nearly six months ago.
Since then, the Hyuuga has t