Far-fetchedAn elf lay in a tree, comfortably as if it was a hammock. A dwarf stoked their campfire and lit his pipe. The forest was quiet but for the rustle of leaves and the occasional hoot of owls. The night spun lazily above them.Far-fetched4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Do you ever wonder who lives in the sky?' said the elf after a while.
'Birds,' grunted the dwarf.
'No, I mean the people up there.'
'All the poor buggers who fell up into it, I would imagine.'
The elf sighed. 'Where do your gods live?' he asked.
'Our gods are wrought in stone,' replied the dwarf. 'What would they do up there? There's nothing to do, nowhere to stand.' He paused, then added 'Nothing to hit with an axe.'
Silence again, until the elf thought he had found an angle to spark his friend's interest.
'Do you think it would be possible to fashion some sort of boat? A sky boat?'
The dwarf chewed his pipe in contemplation.
'Possibly,' he conceded. 'But it would be a life's work without purpose. There's nothing up there.'
'I disagree. I dreamt last night of all m
6Either way64 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is past seven and there is a rumor that you are coming home.
When I saw you last, I found
that word in your mouth. It was
foreign, a small success for your vocabulary.
I stalked it all the way back to the house,
sucked it clean and dry and no longer holy,
hanging by a horrifying thread.
What will be the first thing you speak of tomorrow;
what wills your growth, what wills you to change?
If we are wanted,
if the earth swirls right, almost cloudlessly,
if you should find my hand and whittle out
a new word
If you hiss
like a turntable
as you try to spin me round and round
It is only seven; I trust you with the time.
Dreams Of MeDreams Of Me4 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
petrichorNiobe weeps.petrichor4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gold scattered rough across
cracked earth and the last
remains of summer - they fell
like leaves in the arms of the wind.
some scents cannot be captured.
the gods bleed onto rock,
and the stone sends her prayers
in return: petrichor.
listen - the heavy thud of
rain on parched ground;
the monsoon sealing life back in;
the sky bows and kisses earth.
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
NaruTen-Our Showdown Ch. 13NaruTen-Our Showdown Ch. 134 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
Being a WriterOn Why Being a Writer is Neither Glamorous nor ExcitingBeing a Writer5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
If you watch the blogs and various sites around the internet about writing, you've probably seen at least one list that details a few universal truths about writers, but they all pretty much boil down to several actual truths.
All writers write.
All writers procrastinate.
Writers don't actually write, because we spend all our time doing something else.
This probably explains why, in the dark hours of one of the very last days of NaNoWriMo, I'm sitting here writing this, when my NaNo is sitting in another window with a pathetic 31.8k words.
Will I finish by 11:59pm tomorrow? Probably not. Do I care? Not particularly, although I'm sure that there's probably some part of my brain, which has been hardwired in a certain way that will start seriously freaking out sometime around 5:00pm tomorrow night.
Why am I so far behind, you ask? Simple. I told myself that I was not going to do NaNo this year. I haven't written anything since Februa
A Creature Called Fear, 3“So what was it you wanted to tell me, Sam?” Dean waited for an answer; Sam waited for the right words to come to him. He leaned over, elbows resting on his legs, and breathed deeply. Mustering his courage, Sam sat up straight and looked Dean in the eyes. His lips barely parted when the radio spewed out a flicker of white noise before tuning in to another song at full volume. All my life I’ve felt this way, but I could never find the words to say-- Then silence. Dean was not amused. “Alright, what the hell’s going on with this thing?” He got off the bed a second time to investigate the spastic machine.A Creature Called Fear, 31 year ago in Romance More Like This
Sam was simply perturbed by how disturbingly fitting the songs were, like the radio was talking to him, trying to tell him something.
“There aren’t even batteries in it…” Dean stared at the empty battery slot in the back of the radio. Then he remembered something. “Dammit, Cas, are you messin’ with us?”
The Clocksmith Chapter OneThe sun was not yet up, though the sky had turned the colorless hue that heralds sunrise. The tops of trees still budding could be seen as stark shadows against the sky, a testament to the light that would soon return to the world. From somewhere in the predawn fog, the forlorn sound of a train echoed into the dark station. Gradually, the rhythmic chugging of the engine's wheels became more audible, and the large iron beast came into view. The train came to rest in the station, steam blowing out of its smokestack.The Clocksmith Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Pine Harbor!" the conductor shouted drearily, half-expecting no one to get off. Peter stepped alone off the passenger car and looked around. Home at last, he thought wryly. Not that there was anything in particular to look forward to. Swinging his father's battered top hat onto his head, he walked out of the station and into the road.
At this hour, Pine Harbor lay in the midst of the fore
FFM21: The Dragon ThingFor the third time in a week, Joey woke up crying in the middle of the night. It was a behavior that, like most children, he had left behind years prior, along with diapers and pacifiers and Elmo. It was only in the recent months that it had started again, infrequently at first but worse with every passing week. What made this night particularly notable was that, unlike the previous dozen occurrences, he could actually remember what he had been dreaming about.FFM21: The Dragon Thing4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I was flying," he groaned into his mother's collarbone, sniffling and rubbing at his eyes. "I was flying over the mountains. I had these big wings, and everything looked really tiny."
"Aha," she murmured softly, smoothing his hair. "So you were afraid of the heights? It's just a dream, sweetheart, you don't have to worry about falling. That happens to me sometimes, too: a scary dream will wake me up, and sometimes it makes me want
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
NaruTen-To Improve Our SkillsNaruTen-To Improve Our Skills4 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
SubductionWe drip into OctoberSubduction4 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.
EEnE's NBC-chapter 1EEnE's NBC-chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
October 31. Halloween night. The night when ghosts and goblins come out to play. The night when young children obtain massive amounts of candy by going door to door in costumes. To some kids, the greatest night of the year. And then there are others who dont exactly have the same idea . . .
In a small town of Peach Creek, a young junior high student by the name of Eddy had just gotten home after serving his almost daily routine of detention. He remembered how the same thing had happened on last Halloween. But this Halloween was going to be different. Because Eddy had made the bold decision that he and his two friends, Ed and Edd (known to everyone as Double D) would not be trick-or-treating that year.
Eddy was completely disgusted by Halloween after what had happened last year. He had fallen for another one of his older brothers stupid jokes (the so-called map to Spook-E-Ville ended up sending the three friends in a big circle), and he and Double D had been beat
Senryu Series 111.Senryu Series 114 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
choosing the devil
her parents question
the kids unpack
another old knot
I add more spice
to the ramen
available on Itunes
job well done
from the boss...
from the army
the poor section
we let the youngest
The HeistShelley lined up the shot. She regulated her breathing and made sure her footing was solid. She ignored the sounds and other distractions around her. It was just her and her lucky 5-iron.The Heist4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She pictured the shot and took it. The ankle-biter was torn free of Hugo's pant leg and flew squealing in fury through the air. Even though it was dark, Shelley shaded her eyes and squinted, watching until the little beast was gone.
"Jesus Christ, Shelley!" Hugo screamed. "Did you have to take that long?" He was already crouched down and inspecting his leg for damage.
"Yes," Shelley said simply. She twirled her 5-iron and propped it casually on her shoulder. "You just can't take a shot that isn't right."
Hugo tried tucking his pants into his boots for the umpteenth time but they were too shredded to stay. "I fucking hate those things," he muttered.
"It's a good thing you got me and Daisy, then." Shelley grinned.
Hugo glowered at her and stood back up. They'd argued more than once over why they were to
House on my HeadI grew a house on my head.House on my Head4 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
Inferno's Touch -0-PrologueInferno's Touch -0-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You are putting yourself in danger."
A metal door screeched in strain as a slim-fingered hand pushed it open. Sunlight streamed through the fluffy white clouds as a human form stepped onto the roof. The young woman walked forward, remnants of snowy patches crunching beneath her grey and purple sneakers. Squinting at the light, she moved to a nearby ladder and clung to it. Chills raked her body, igniting where her skin met the frosty metal.
Arriving at the top of the small overhang, the woman kneeled at the edge; the undisturbed snow clung to her jeans. Crisp winter air nipped at her cheeks and fingertips, furthering the cold that plagued her. Her soft breaths became water particles in the air and her thin spring jacket did little to protect her from winter's remnants.
"Ann, you know what will happen if you continue."
Ann unfurled her fingers from the large bag she held in her left hand and set it on the cement platform. She unzipped it and pulled the contents ou
Swan LakeSwan Lake4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
shimmers and sparkles
all the stars come out to play
wishes without end
WastelandWasteland4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eliot hunched his shoulders against the wind, the relentless sand picking at the seals of his gloves and headgear trying to find a way inside. He watched the glow of the sun disappear beyond the horizon, his waking period now fully begun.
It had been weeks since he'd seen another soul, perhaps years. Who kept count of such things anymore anyways?
The last city he'd abandoned to the ravages of this dust bowl planet had been a graveyard, he'd taken what he could carry, what little food and fresh water remained before the decay and vermin forced him back into the desert, back to his search for living humans.
There had to be more, they were so prolific on this rock before the coming, had spread so far, achieved so much. He'd visited countless monuments to the species' achievement here, each sprawling steel and glass expanse a testament to human drive and ambition, each barren, vacant ghost-town a reminder that the planet doesn't welcome strangers, doesn't tolerate intrusion.
Painting the Roses RedPainting the Roses Red4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would be the only one awake
Excited to visit Wonderland
Where everything is the opposite of reality
I would hug my stuffed rabbit so he can keep me company
As I walk to the end of the hall to the old grandfather clock
I'd sprawl on the ground before it
Next to the tray of cookies and milk
That had started being left there
After the first time I fell asleep in this very spot
I ate the treat and sipped the milk in the teacup
As I waited for midnight
Tick tock, tick tock
Tickety tock, tickety tock
The sounds gave me lyrics and I softly sang the words
The words that lead me to a world of wonder
"Tick tock, tick tock,
Time is lost, time is lost
Tick, tock, tick tock
Forever lost, forever lost
Tick tock, tick tock,
My mind is lost "
And I repeat it until my eyes closed
Then I fell and fell
Down into the realm of my mind
Where anything is possible
It is a dream, but it seems so real
I'm tempted to stay,
Actinium DreamsY'all have any idea how downright frustrating it is to be the granddaughter of one of the most powerful and celebrated superheroes ever Ulysses Randall Martin, the iconic Mr. Uranium and yet have no special talent of your own?Actinium Dreams4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I mean, it's not like I don't have my own elemental superpower: like almost all of Grandpa's progeny, I do. But how much good is the ability to produce hard-hitting Alpha and destructive Beta rays if you can barely control it and never quite turn it off? At least I'm not as bad off as my son Frankie; I love him to death, but when left alone the poor boy is totally unstable and downright dangerous: the worst possible mix of autism, Alpha rays and ADHD.
And I do at least have my own nemesis, of sorts: the cadre of good ol' boys who call themselves DOTA, whose main ability seems to be workin' together to nullify and trap super-powered elementals. But t'be honest, they don't seem to have anything against me personally; I think they just have a ge