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 II7 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!
Prologue-preface to my novelThe OfferPrologue-preface to my novel6 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
AD - RiseIt's in the oncoming dusk that the angels begin to show.AD - Rise3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ian watches them, the trails they carve through the sky, slick as quicksilver, erratic as skipping stones with ripples more felt than seen. Nothing but light and that static song, beautiful even as casual calamities, slashing through the sky in every direction. If only they weren't so bright.
A thousand shooting stars, but all anyone wishes is that they'll never be struck by one.
Ian closes his eyes, lets the afterimage map itself onto the backs of his eyelids, searches the lines for some kind of pattern or route, but he's never had a sense of direction, only the vaguest inkling of up, not North.
He rubs the battery acid on his hands, feels the skin of his fingertips peel and roll into slivers. He feels grit and rust crumbled inbetween, from an afternoon of digging through another scrap heap. He dusts his hands off on his jeans and shifts the backpack strap on his shoulder.
Cras - RedefinitionLet me re-write the history books with my fists, then, and the encyclopedias with my fingernails, and tell it right:Cras - Redefinition2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This then is the height of humanity: a boy in a trench in the Somme, laughter hard as a bayonet, blood in his teeth, because war's the most beautiful thing in the world and he can't wait to die.
And this is the lowest point, then: a child who should've died is given a second chance, is told he is loved, and wanted, and has a home, but all of those he realizes are lies, wrapped like bandages tighter and tighter around him over the years, until he suffocates on their pity, and wonders: where is mercy?
And what of mercy? Mercy is three feet of large intestine spilled out on the snow, steaming, and a numb, dumb kind of surprise at the lack of blood, and the smell of pine sap on fingertips he can no longer feel, and yet he smiles, knowing at last what it means to have control over one's death.
And this is beauty, then: the crack in the clouded mirror, the only th
epitaphin the endepitaph8 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
The Price of Dying“I want to be interred after I die,” Mr. Peters said. He made that clear to his family while he was still lucid, before old age and illness rendered him unintelligible. Seventy wasn’t that old, but he recognized the symptoms that were creeping up on his ailing body – the aches, the fatigue, the feeling of helplessness and despair. Despite his daughter’s attempts to assuage his concerns, he sensed his own mortality.The Price of Dying3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The worst part about dying, Mr. Peters thought, was what happened afterwards. Even since he was a small boy, he had been afraid of fire. He could never forget the scorching heat of the orange flames searing his skin, the dark billowing smoke entering his nostrils. The time that his house burned down, the fire almost took him with it. How ironic then, to escape the fire only to be fed into it after death.
So one day, he sat his son and daughter down after dinner. “I want to be buried whole,” he said, emphasizing the
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.Bravery5 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 Children3 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.
Va'eiraThis was a lesson in just how quiet it can beVa'eira4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you don't make enough noise.
Me, holding a toy gun to a stranger's head
"Remember when things stopped being ridiculous?"
You, eating dandelions in a midnight field
"About the same time things stopped making sense."
A boy in church camp carved a small crucifix
for his arts and crafts project. He won the blue
ribbon and a brand new Bible. The next morning
I found it hanging over our cabin door.
A toad was nailed to the cross.
Sometimes we wake up early enough to hide the evil from our world.
JokerLondon, February 9th, 1889 Stop.Joker6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
10:22 o' clock in the evening Stop.
Terrible fire destroys Noel's Arch Circus Stop.
There was only one survivor Stop.
The woman suddenly sat upright as she screamed, her dark raven eyes flying wide open. Everything was white, horribly white. It hurt her eyes, blinding her as her open mouth got a taste of the air in the room. It was sterile, terribly sterile. It made her want to vomit.
"Miss?! Please lay down miss! Your wounds just only healed up!"
Someone wearing blinding white pushes her down onto the bed as she gazes down at herself in bewilderment. Bandages, all over her body stained red. She's been bleeding? Her eyes drift to the person pushing her back down onto the white bed, hurt confusion in her eyes. But she will not lay back down.
"Where's Joker?! Where are the others?!"
The nurse smiled calmly at her, continuing to press her down. It hurts It hurts
In Defense of IchiHimeI'm sure some of you who know me here on dA, and perhaps even personally, are wondering if I've lost my mind or if April Fools' has come early this year. Do not be alarmed. I assure you, I have not "jumped ships" or anything of the sort. However, the more I've thought about Bleach shipping, the more I feel I've been a bit unfair to IchiHime. So, I have decided, to the best of my ability, to defend this pairing.In Defense of IchiHime6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Let's begin with shipping in general. From my own personal experience and from what I've noticed in fandom, three key elements are taken into account when a person ships a pairing. The first element is the "health factor" of the pairing; that is to say, some people prefer ships that are more psychologically, physically, and emotionally healthy and others prefer ships that are more dysfunctional. The second element is the effect of the relationship on the characters as individuals--basically, if the relationship encourages or smothers character growth. The final element is whethe
InnocenceInnocenceInnocence6 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
Of Cookies And MenOf Cookies And Men8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Iruka had no idea that bringing cookies to work would result in bloodshed. He should have, since most shinobi are emotionally the equivallent of the kids he taught. But, honestly, he hadn't even considered what would happen if there simply weren't enough to go around.
The rather packed mission room dropped a good ten degrees at the copy-nin's voice. "Don't touch my cookie." He hadn't raised his voice, but the warning tone had nearly everyone taking a step back.
"I don't see your name on it, Senpai." Tenzou glowered, and for once the ghoul eyes creeped more than just Naruto out.
"I've had my eye on that cookie for a long time." The lightest flicker of chakra danced across the man's finger tips.
"If you didn't take the cookie when you had the chance, it's not my fault," the darker-haired nin countered. Neither noticed the light pink spreading across a certain scarred chunin's cheeks.
"Maybe I was enjoying the anticipation of the cookie." Eyes flickered between the two men, whose eyes wer
Noticed in CommittingI started committing suicides. They were small at first, but more grandiose as the months passed.Noticed in Committing4 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.
Chocolates and CigarettesThe station was surprisingly quiet at this time of day. But then again, it was pretty early in the morning and nothing major had happened in the last few weeks that would warrant a flurry of activity. As it was, the other officers were using this time to catch up on paper work and relax somewhat.Chocolates and Cigarettes6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Still, there was a slight buzz to the air, as everyone went about their work. It was Valentine's Day, and they were all looking forward to either receiving or giving chocolates.
One certain officer was especially excited. He'd even come into work a whole hour early to set his plan in motion. Double checking that no one was looking, he went about his scheme, biting his lips to keep quiet.
First, an assortment of miniature chocolates hidden throughout the desk, fifteen in all. Then another prize hidden in one of the desk drawers. After that, he needed to sit back and wait. The rest of the gift was much more subtle, but he knew it would most likely be seen.
Sitting in his own desk chair, Ishigaki
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 Cows6 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