House on my HeadI grew a house on my head.House on my Head3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I populated it with animals:
a mouse for a housekeeper,
a lizard in the kitchen cooking eggs,
a butler wolf whistling and saying 'sir',
a chinchilla to sweep rooms' corners,
a giraffe wiping windows,
a black Labrador pup to clear the chimneys.
The house is old fashioned but it runs to time.
A sloth winds the clocks;
a badger delves the vegetable patch.
Everyone gets on fabulously
and will eat eggs together at breakfast,
gossiping about the awful state of my head:
how the tubes in my brain need scrubbing out,
you can tell because the plumbing gurgles
and the lights in the attic flicker at unexpected hours.
The landlord, a snub-nosed monkey, is convinced
that nuggets of knowledge are lodged
in the mulch of my swampy mind.
He sends search parties of ants scurrying
down my ear holes, dredging the depths.
He thinks I'm a goldmine to be gutted.
I'm with the mouse. She says my taste isn't bad,
though for the carpets she wouldn't have gone with green;
and the journey
A Christmas SurpriseA Christmas SurpriseA Christmas Surprise4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A single snowflake fell lazily and lit on my nose; settled in the crook between the tip and the trophy bump I have from when I broke my nose as a child. I crinkled my nose and shook, but stopped as I remembered. Sara says I look like a cute little bunny when I do that, and I turn a severe shade of red every time, so I try to catch myself when I can, keep my cheeks from the rosy blush she loves to laugh about. I shook one more time, sniffed a little, and smiled to myself. I slammed the car door shut and looked down the quaint, snow-covered cul-de-sac. I chuckled and kept smiling; this was the perfect Christmas. I had been abroad all first semester and Sara hadn't expected me back until after New Years, but I decided to surprise her for Christmas and caught an earlier flight. I felt inside the right pocket of my wool coat, comforting myself that it was still there. It had been two years, four months, and eight days since we started dating. Over two years, and we had
FrUK: Can You Hear Me?Can You Hear Me?FrUK: Can You Hear Me?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: FrUK (very slight USUK)
Arthur opened his eyes to a bright scenery, raising a hand slowly to shield his eyes from the
glare of the sun overhead. He lowered his hand after a moment, noticing that he and Francis were
sitting in his garden. Francis and him were sitting at the glass table that he had put in the garden,
two cups of tea in front of them.
"My, aren't you getting distracted easily today, hm?", the Frenchman spoke up with a smile on his
lips once he noticed he caught Arthur's unamused attention. Arthur averted his eyes from the flowers
around them to Francis' light blue eyes, a small twitch of a smile sliding across Arthur's lips.
For some reason, he felt choked up. Like he was going to cry. Except he didn't know why he felt like
that. He doesn't remember appearing out here with Francis before him. And yes, Francis. Francis, the
one who bothe
NaruTen-Our Showdown Ch. 13NaruTen-Our Showdown Ch. 133 years ago in Romance More Like This
Reaching late evening in Konoha, the blond and brunette couple strolled down the Konoha road seeing familiar shops and store owners who had been waving to the couple. Blushing the attention they turned to other places that they missed. Naruto took Tenten near the fancy restaurant that they had gone to on their first date.
"You remember this place Ten-chan," he said with a smile as he faced her. She turned to him remembering their first date that had turned into a too true relationship for them both.
"How could I forget our first date," she said to her blond lover.
"Yeah, you loved the food here," he said. He knew that he could never do better than her. She was his foundation in times of doubt or trouble. He just couldn't live without her.
She turned to him staring at the eyes that seemed to draw her in, similar to her first experience with the sharingan. Naruto's eyes were so powerful to her. His eyes were one of her weak points. Tenten felt that if she had looked into those eyes, noth
One ChanceElliot is four. He watches his grandfather breathe out cigarette smoke in his creaking armchair. The living room is small enough to be heated by the portable radiator near his grandfather's slippers. When the old man realises his grandson waits for him, he begins.One Chance4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"This is a ruined world, son. Diseased with hatred and war before you were born." He takes a drag on his cigarette and Elliot breathes in the coming smoke. "This world is dead, but I know there's another. We could go to it if we only knew the way." Elliot's grandfather smiles at his thoughts. "There's another place put aside for us. I'll find the door one day."
The radiator splutters to its death and the old man curses his misfortune.
Elliot is ten. His hair is in a ponytail because that's how his brother wears it and his big brother's the best. Nick Ward and his friends from the year above don't think so.
They grab Elliot as soon as he leaves the cubicle in the little boy's room and pushes him face first into a wall, holding
Dreams Of MeDreams Of Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dreams of me
Every night as I watch her restless sleep
In the soft bed in which she lays her head
Quietly I try not to make a peep
Until morning when she wakes from the dead
I hide from the sun when it is rising
My sanctuary I sleep and wait
To me her human form is so addicting
Having her blood lust is something I hate
I watch at night and wonder what she dreams
If it is of me and her heart I'll steal
I will wake her if it's ever of screams
Then to her I will finally be real
One night I will give her my sweet blood kiss
Her blood lust is what I will always miss
3am Hallows Eve3am on Hallows Eve3am Hallows Eve3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Time for sins and wicked deeds
Witches, werewolves, goblins too
All the better to frighten you
3am, time to rise
Put on your mask, wear your disguise
Dance in the shadows of the pale moon light
Welcome the sting of a vampires bite
3am, it's time for fun
The witching hour has just begun
Jack-o-lanterns light the night
Catching mischief in their sight
3am, the witches fly
You can run but you can't hide
Demons walk the street tonight
Snatching your soul away from sight
3am, Halloween has come
The wicked fun has finally begun
Tell the children the warnings they must heed
Or else they will surely bleed
3am on Hallows Eve
Time for sins and wicked deeds
Lock your doors and hide within
Tonight, everywhere, evil will win
NaruTen-To Improve Our SkillsNaruTen-To Improve Our Skills3 years ago in Romance More Like This
On a bright day in Konoha, a certain couple was headed to the Hokage Mansion. It had been a month since the brunette's birthday and she was happy with the end result of it. She had felt a closer connection to her blond lover. She knew she couldn't be apart from him. She loved him too much to leave him alone. While she was uncertain about their future, she knew their present was looking very bright.
"Why do you think Baa-chan summoned us to the Hokage Mansion?" the blond asked.
"I am not sure why, maybe it is a mission again like last week," she said holding his arm.
His face turned from a happy one to a terrified one as he remembered the last mission they went on. He was terrified to leave the village for 3 days until he got better from the incident. Choosing to dislodge the incident from his memories, Naruto chose to focus on the time her got to spend with Tenten.
"Well let's hurry up and get there on time, Ten-chan," he said as he ran ahead. Nodding her agreement she ran after him. A
Hidden PotentialEvery woman is nervous on the day of her wedding. This had sounded like a cliché when my mother had told me this, but now on the threshold of the same event my body was displaying all the signs of a blushing bride. Perversely, my mind was utterly calm. It had better things to worry about. Like the discovery I had been working on for the last five years.Hidden Potential5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The scheduled unveiling should have taken place a while ago. But my parents dropped this bomb on me. Marry His Highness, Alexander Petraeus Marcus Maxmillian the VIIIth, Prince and heir of the Andromeda Galaxy, and the last family to retain ties to Earth. In my opinion their claim to be the last family with pure Earthen blood was their only claim to fame. Of course, my opinion didn't matter. The people worshipped the royal family. And they controlled the biggest political, economic and social faction in the universe.
My family was one of the last few traditional families left. We had lost all our wealth but our status still meant e
Rock Meautumn blunders in, clumsyRock Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stiff fingers frosted still
by early winds, rocking trees
back and forth
red leaves splatter the ground
paint drops, hanging from drooping
branches, rotten fruit still litters the sidewalks
i head south for the fall with the ducks.
the train creaks like aching joints
there's a crow on
my windowsill, ruffling his feathers
the trees flash by
my ticket's got a hole in the middle
from being folded over and over
the crow says "summer ain't that great, Peach Girl."
i watch the sky and ignore his clicking black beak
"the autumn's gonna follow
right behind ya
'n turn the whole world red-yellow-red
at yer heels."
i know in a week
the only green left will be my sweater
holes in the elbows, stringy cuffs
but i waddle like a duck
towards the leftover southern summer.
"i'm not ready for jack frost yet."
i tell him.
"get ready. the autumn storms are a-comin'
an' there ain't nothin' on heaven or earth to stop 'em."
Poetry Self-Edit ChecklistPoetry Self-Edit Checklist3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Poetry Self-Edit Quick Start Guide and Checklist
The idea behind this is to give newer poets a way to better edit their poetry themselves, without having to rely as much on an external editor. It can be frustrating, especially for new poets to request feedback from a friend, or worse, to post a poem, and have all of the responses be about grammatical errors and other details. We write poetry to convey ideas and emotions, and when something is off technically about the poem it distracts the reader. When a reader is distracted enough to notice an error or other problem it means they might spend the time they might otherwise have spent glowing about your poem to post a comment correcting you instead.
After this introduction is over the checklist will be as brief as possible while retaining its utility. The idea is to serve as an organizational tool and a reminder rather than to educate on effective
Don't Tell"You WHAT!?" exclaimed the furious Englishman.Don't Tell3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I- I said... I'm dating France..." muttered the shy Canadian looking down at his twiddling thumbs.
The Englishman just stood there in shock, his hands plastered on the table as he stared at Canada, wide eyed. He still couldn't quite process the information in his mind. It was something that just didn't register. Why would anyone want to date that... that... Frog!?
He finally closed his eyes, realizing he was making Canada more nervous than he already was. He sat back down on the couch and crossed his arms. "So?"
"So what?" Canada asked looking up without moving his head.
"So? How did this happen?"
Canada's eyes went wide and his cheeks went a deep shade of red. "Uh well, you see..."
A FEW NIGHTS AGO
Canada was just sitting at home enjoying a nice freshly made meal of pancakes and maple syrup. He was tuned into the T.V. watching some American channel with some strange show called "The Real Housewives of something or other".
Obediant RageObediant RageObediant Rage7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The storm inside
Creeps out at night
From the depths of my fake smile
To the yearning of my torn heart
Where Im struggling to make a beat
That doesnt skip or want or need
What Ive gained and all Ive lost
How can I go on
Knowing Im alone,
That acceptance lies
Over 4,000 kilometers away?
I try so hard to keep inside
The rain that falls from my eyes
Each time I think back to the warm summer sun
And breeze blowing in my face as I open the window
And the birds chirp
So faintly because they know
Its rude to awaken those who still might be flying through dreams
And I remember the fresh scent of morning breakfast
Juicy ham sandwiches with the warm bread and butter,
The tea stirred to perfection
How the food tasted heavenly, but the smiles all around me
As I strode into the kitchen, hair tangled, eyes drooping,
Were loving and caring, welcomed the day to come with
A liveliness only seen in those whose simplicity I could feed upon.
SubductionWe drip into OctoberSubduction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the silence of spiders
heavy in our chests,
our hearts curling in
on themselves like
leaves in autumn.
Lungs unfurl into the
there is a breath, a whisper--
This dying wind whistles
through empty throats,
as if to murmur a warning,
perhaps, that we threaten
along our hipbones.
Retrograde Scents from inside the suit intertwined their intentions with the sights of tangled and tessellated hair illumed by firefly LED's, spiking my circulation with memories and murmurs of dopamine.Retrograde4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I took her by the gaze; she steered her sight away from mine. I led her through a glance that involved no scuffling of hands.
She was one of two wayward strangers passing in the cosmos; two separate glances met as objects in motion tending to motion. People aren't the same however.
Drifter was the term we were known as, people cast off of vessels and ships, mostly by accident, condemned to trudge about the universe until starvation kicked in or their oxygen-starved filters were finally incapable of operating. My unplanned departure from the mysteriously flaming
Ode to PrinterOh printer,Ode to Printer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish that
He stares at
He looks at
You as though
You will begin
To speak to him
(Though I doubt
You share a common
He comes running
As you begin to
Paper in and spitting
It out as you
Ink words and images
(As though what he
Needs is being printed,
And he needs to grab it
Before anyone sees.)
Cease and Desist,
Your siren calls,
Of being an oracle.
Cease and Desist
Release my cat.
Chicken Banana TheoryChicken Banana Theory8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Chicken Banana Theory
A man walks down the street and encounters another man. This other man believes he is a chicken, and promptly approaches the first man to inform him of this amid a series of chicken-noises. The first man acknowledges this, and hurries past.
Later, the first man is walking back along this same path and encounters the same man, though this time, the other man no longer believes that he is a chicken, but rather a banana.
This is an illogical transition– one cannot logically explain it by tracking the events that led to this mental transfiguration from chicken to banana. You cannot, for example, say that the man woke up thinking he was a chicken, had coffee, went to work, stood by the copier, and suddenly decided at that moment to become a banana. It does not follow any course of logic– it is the realm of insanity.
Consider then the deeper reasons for transition from chicken to banana. Did the man first believe he was a chicken to fulfill some need, then change his st
Poem Translated...Listen to the caw. He calls in fearPoem Translated...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for his mother, shouting: This is my voice
being put to rest. A whole. A breve.
lay your cupped hands around my waist, kiss
the bones no one cares to kiss? The scraped
elbow, the pinky. My tenor cleft chin.
you cannot hear me from the way you swing
the jib, catching this light breeze off Erie. Already
Jadis (excerpt)Excerpted from my book Her Unwelcome Inheritance, a story about Faerie, going off to school, family tensions, and what to do when people you respect reveal that they believe in something absurd and impossible.Jadis (excerpt)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was burning
Burning behind walls of ice
Grey was on her lips, on her bare throat, on her exposed arms. Her eyes were glassy, the pupils fallen as if grown weary of staring straight ahead, and had, as the centuries passed, slid imperceptibly downward.
Her hands rested in her lap, grey with grey nails. Nothing set her apart from the hundreds on hundreds of other figures sitting in that crowded room, grey and still, clad in clothes deteriorated to hints of ancient splendor in all that room only the gold shone unmuted beneath a fine breading of dust. They sat, row upon row, rank succeeding rank, gazing into the dark recession of the vast unlit room before t