The Hardest WordTo say goodbye,The Hardest Word3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not the hardest word.
My honesty is all but broken,
And I look away with eyes so blue,
I cannot say with these tears I cry.
To say sorry,
It's not the hardest word.
My ignorance only leaves you shattered,
And I know in my heart so black,
I should apologise but I'd rather fly.
To say no,
It's not the hardest word.
My addiction drives you insane,
And I feel that my ears bleed so red,
As I struggle to answer your one question: why?
My Own Self-DestructionThere are things about meMy Own Self-Destruction4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just can't control
The shame makes me want
To crawl in a hole
I rely on you more
Than you'll ever know
It'd be better for you
If I were to go
I know I'm a burden
Don't bother denying
But I can't seem to shake this
No matter how hard I'm trying
The guilt causes pain
And so does the fear
The voices inside
Are all I can hear
All of these things
Make it so hard to function
I am the cause
Of my own self-destruction.
Queen of GeeksUnexpected end to kidnapping caseQueen of Geeks3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Sunnyvale Tribune 23 Feb 2007]
In an unexpected development, police have closed the case against the kidnapper of twenty year old Nicole Cantrip. 'The circumstances surrounding Miss Cantrip's alleged disappearance have become clearer,' Inspector Frank Jones told the Tribune, 'and it's come to light that the case was filed in error. There is no evidence whatsoever that a kidnapping took place.' Since Cantrip is over eighteen, the applicable missing person legislation is almost non-existent, much to the dismay of her mother.
'Something has gone horribly wrong when a girl can be forced away from her family by people she's never met and it's called normal,' said a tearful May Cantrip. 'Nix wouldn't have abandoned us, dropped out of all her classes and left everything behind unless
somebody was forcing her.' Mrs. Cantrip claims that her home was invaded by several men who demanded that her daughter accompany them to what she describes as 'a k
Think or Feel?Dear Heart,Think or Feel?3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I want my head.
Seafoam and Ash IIA girl once told me she was conceived by the ocean. "By" not "beside" her skin was the color of new seafoam and you could follow her green eyes into the deeps and drown there. She had a soft, papery voice that sighed in and out and dark hair that cascaded past her shoulders like dried seaweed.Seafoam and Ash II3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was born along the sea strand, where the ocean met solidity and pounded it into tiny grains. Perhaps she was delivered in a clump of seaweed or crawled her way out of a pink conch shell and learned to swim before learning to walk. She carried an air of calm serenity that rippled around her like an aura wherever she went, content to flow instead of fight.
Her name was Naida.
I met a boy born from the fire tailing comets rushing through the atmosphere. His hair was a shock of red swinging upward and he lit up entire rooms with his presence. He always spoke a little too fast, the words rushing from his mouth like sparks off a firecracker, flickering and dancing. His
Missing youThe hair raises on the back of my neckMissing you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as your breath brushes softly against it.
I feel your arm, strong and dependable
wrap around my middle, pulling me close.
A smile is painted on your tender lips
when your cheek nuzzles against mine.
And when I open my eyes,
I could still feel your phantom touch.
Almost as if, you had truly been there.
Grandmother Spider Bears the Weight of the SunDecember.Grandmother Spider Bears the Weight of the Sun3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The solstice smells of wet soil.
A rising sea of dusk washes over her,
pressing on her mind
like her fingers press the lump of clay in her palm.
Grandmother keeps her hands busy,
forces nervous tremors into the small vessel
emerging like a snake
from the earth.
A bundle of flowers had held the sweat of her hands.
The trip to the hospital bore the scent of old leather,
worn bus seats
and lilies too long without water.
He'd been badly burned, they said.
His fingertips were flame-marked,
smooth and new-pink
when they came to change his bandages.
Grandmother flexes her parchment fingers.
Clay rims her wrinkled knuckles,
turns her hands to dusty grey spiders.
She clings to her secrets so tightly
her hands start to burn.
Her feet take her across the road from the bus stop.
In the Oklahoma fields, the long grass breaks against her legs,
the winds drag a tide toward her.
No moon rises tonight.
Grandmother lifts her eyes from the little clay pot in her hands,
eyes the stars
and the st
Slender Man Took Her James woke up to the noise of his little sister giggling in her room right next to his. He checked the time to see it was three in the morning. At once annoyance gripped the edges of his mood causing him to get up and go find out what could be making his sister giggle this loud. Leaving his room James found no lights on in the house. His parents were already asleep in their rooms which was downstairs.Slender Man Took Her3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Groggily James went to his sister's door with intentions to get her to shut up when he noticed there were no lights underneath her pink door. Instead of knocking James put his ear against the door and strained to hear the muffled noises on the other side. Who could a six year old girl be talking to at this time of night?
"Hehe, would you like to hug Bear Mr.Tall?" a light sounding voice asked through the door. Amy. No one responded to her question. Instead Amy giggled again with the sound of someone walking around and grabbing things.
SatanismSatanism:Satanism9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The Positive Truth
Devil worshiping; animal mutilating; child scarifying cult organization. These are a few of many thoughts that come into the average person's mind when the topic of Satanism is brought up. Satanism encourages individuality; the eleven Satanic statements of the Earth provide guidelines to help one lead a respectable and humble life; and the nine Satanic sins encourage one to be a more intelligent and productive person, which in turn aims to create a better, stronger society. The purpose of this essay is to exploit the reality that Satanism is a positive form of faith by focusing on aspects of modern Satanism as expressed by Anton Szandor LaVey, founder of the First Church of Satan.
First of all, Satanism encourages individuality. Satanists view themselves as the God of their own lives and believe that they each rule their own destiny; that is to say, Satanists believe in spiritual enrichment through their own work on themselves, and that ultimately they are
WiredDo you truly believe that you are made of flesh?Wired10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you believe that it is blood running through your veins?
Or is it merely the feeling of circuitry,
Pulsating beneath a synthetic exterior.
Think about it logically,
If indeed you can.
You are in constant need of a connection.
One that makes you feel like a part of the whole.
But if you were to be cut-off from it.
What would happen then?
I am eager find out.
Stephano's GardenMr Chair ran down the long winding hallways, taking turns this way and that before slumping against a wall, breathless.Stephano's Garden3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"How do I get outside?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder. His face dropped into a frown.
"The window" He said as he knocked his head against the cold stone walls. He stopped and proceeded to climb out of the window.
He stuck out his head and looked around, gaining his bearings. The sky was dark and grim but there was a small patch of sunny, untouched land. He began to place his foot upon the roof tiles, a few small shards crumbing away as he placed his foot down. His frown grew as he placed his other foot out onto the roof. He sat on the windowsill as he mentally counted, readying himself for standing on the roof.
"Three!" He said aloud, standing. He wobbled slightly, flailing his arms around for balance before steadying himself. He smiled with triumph and took a step forward.
Chairs don't make good decisions. They can give good advice and support you yeah, but in
The UndesirableThe most undesirable creatures of this earth do not bear claws --The Undesirable4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they are adorned with silk,
and they reveal no flaws.
Silence 2The silence rang mercilessly, which left Stephano and MrSilence 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chair feeling hollow inside.
Stephano tilted his head to the side without much effort, and
stared into his bros eyes.
He always thought they were beautiful, the way Mr. Chair's eyes started golden around the pupil, but then turned into a modest mix of browns. Mr. Chair looked into Stephano's golden eyes, taking note on the way they fluctuated, showing a different hue of gold each time.
They stayed like that a while longer, the moment intensifying as the seconds passed away.
It wasn't until Mr Chair looked the other way that Stephano snapped back into his conscious state.
"What is it, bro?" He asked.
"Footsteps." Mr Chair stated simply. "I-I hear..."
Stephano and Mr. Chair hopped up, almost as if nothing had ever happened. They both knew that scream too well. Pewdie careened around the corner, and scooped the two of them up.
"AHHHH LETS GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!" He screamed again
again and again and againi had something to sayagain and again and again4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about how i can't understand
that i could ever describe something like the sun or the sea
because the sun is just the sun
and the sea is just the sea
and you are just you and i am just me
about what it's like
to have not slept for thirty six hours
drinking coffee and chain smoking
because that's all i really have to do
about the way it feels
to explain that i just simply
want to be in love you
without using metaphors or poetic language
because love is not a lunar eclipse
about how i never understood
and unnecessary like breaks
and i am no hemmingway
about finding it hard to remember
how i was ever really happy for you -
and realizing when i finally think about it
that i am just a liar
laying on my bedroom floor
listening to bright eyes because it's the only thing i want to do -
not because it's poetic or
because i know that life doesn't work like that
Manual of Parenting, article #1Congratulations, baby arrived!Manual of Parenting, article #13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No returns policy.
Short Slendy Stories: Little SamanthaStop.Short Slendy Stories: Little Samantha3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't breathe, he can hear you.
Don't hide, he'll find you.
The little girl couldn't help herself. She ran as fast as she could down the pavement, her shoes slamming against the cool concrete side walk.
Almost there, she thought. Her lungs about to burst from the screams that escaped her lips in the forest. Memories began to flood back into her mind as she panted louder. Her mother had yelled at this little blonde girl until her voice became hoarse. With her mother doing this, she ran into the forest for some peace and quiet. She had forgotten a jacket at home, so her pale, skinny arms were vulnerable to the cold winds of the night. In the distance, an owl hooted and startled the girl. What this little girl did not know was the evil that lingered in the trees. Her head jerked around, as if someone was stalking her. A crunch of a leaf ahead of her led her to believe that someone- or something- was roaming around her.
"There's no one here..." she whispered to herself as anoth
What Music Is"What is music?"What Music Is4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A young boy asked me that today.
I bent down to his level, so our faces met eye to eye, and, grinning, I responded.
"Why do you care? Out of our world today, why is it you who cares?"
He looked thoughtfully back at me with his eyes, too full of wisdom for his age, and he said, "Because I want to make good music someday."
I liked his answer, so I told him I did. He smiled, seeming honestly pleased that I liked his opinion. He grabbed my hand as I stood up, pleading at me with his eyes, and when I looked into them, I knew he wanted to hear more.
"I will show you the things that proper music make." I said to him. And as I walked along down the street with this child's hand in mine, I thought of how trusting he was being. I didn't know what to make of it, but as he followed along the street with me, I began to point out the things with which proper music was made.
"Music," I said, pausing to think. He looked up at me, as he had noticed my pause because we had stopped walki
AvianYou used to tell her she had bird bones -Avian3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it was only a joke,
but you would hold her tightly
so she could not fly away.
Now you carry starlings in your pockets
to feel their little hearts
fluttering much like hers did
when you lay your head upon her chest,
heart beating the way yours did,
before she flew away with it
as you always knew she would.
Tonight you are haunted
by a swan with a broken neck.
It is a dream,
just a nightmare,
but you know that it is her...
She has returned to you
decked out in feathers,
choking on a heart,
and you're frightened as hell
at how god damn beautiful
she is in broken symmetry,
but you find relief in your fistfuls of feathers.
Poetry is SaneMy head splits open, crammed full as it isPoetry is Sane1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With heaven I have squished in confined space.
I am all logic, understanding this:
That finite worlds are mine now to embrace.
But come the muses, here to give me earth;
To rescue me from living dissonance,
And in the great expanse of art give birth
To raucous joys and star-strewn infinites.
For ere I climb Parnassus, I am healed;
My mind may dwell in matter, but my soul?
It is not held for ransom, nor revealed
To mortal eyes. Logicians, take a stroll.
Comes next this ink packed full with potency
As I relinquish pain for poetry.
A Piece of AdviceGet your regrets while you can.A Piece of Advice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
5 Steps to Writing Your Story's Stand Up5 Steps to Writing Your Story's Stand Up5 Steps to Writing Your Story's Stand Up1 day ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 4 “Plot Points” – Section 9 “The Stand Up”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Within the past few plot-points of Act II, and ever since the Disaster, the mood of your story should have been a constant downhill spiral that finally slowed to a stop in the Second Turning Point, as your protagonist finally determined how to resolve their problem. Now, we finally get to the point where it is time for your hero to stand back up, and for the light of hope to begin t
The Mushroom Forest Chapter 8The Mushroom Forest Chapter 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Demetri's eyes flew open. This was the fourth time he had woken up in the middle of the night. His scrapes were killing him. "Ugh!" He shifted painfully and nudged Serendipity to wake her.
Opening one eye to look up at the boy, she tiredly asked, "What do you want, Demetri? It's kinda the middle of the night right now..."
"Well, uh..." Demetri paused. "Do you think there are any herbs that can treat pain around here?"
Serendipity got up and streched her front legs, the proceded with the hind legs. "Well, I guess. But, can't it wait until tomorrow?"
Demetri rubbed one of the scratches on his knee. "I could wait, but they really hurt right now. And it's hard to go to sleep."
"Well, I guess I gotta go look for the right herb. Do you think you're well enough to come with me?" Serendipity asked.
Demetri tried getting up, but every movement just caused more and more pain. "I-I don't think I can, I'm so sorry!"
Serendipity looked at him with sympathetic eyes. "Don't worry about it. I'll be ba