My sunshineMy sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
AntesWe are We, the Hunters of greatest knowledge and spell-blood. We use spell-words to hunt and to Change our bodies to rocks or trees. It has long been forbidden to Change to other Hunters or Hunted, or to kill others of We; yet it happened, and without it We would not be living.Antes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is that tale.
This is a tale from before the Fire, before the Dark, when the world was still green and the sky was still blue.
We had a Pack in the north, running free under the moon. The hunt was good. The Pack was strong and the prey was weak. The prey was a Hunter, a small running-Hunter; and so he turned, hissing spell-words, but he was claw- and tooth-strong, not spell-strong.
The Pack closed in. The youngest drew first blood, hissing. Wait, the running-Hunter hissed in simple-speak, but the Pack would not wait after a wounding, and they sprang upon him; yet his flesh was familiar. The youngest shrieked as the blood on her claw turned black. It was not running-Hunter blood, but spell-bloo
RemoverRemover2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. An universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollections had portions of impurity here and there. She wouldn't allow that, and began rubbing with furious abandon. There could not be a single mistake, not a lone wound, every hint of imperfection had to disappear ...
Her neighbor would make a visit later. No one answered the door.
The Monkey's FistGather round, gents and Ill tells ya a story. I calls it, The Monkeys Fist!The Monkey's Fist7 years ago in Humor More Like This
You mean The Monkeys Paw dont you? The one where the old couple gets a cursed monkeys paw with three wishes, and they wish for money and--
Jesus Christ, whos telling this thing? If I said its a fist its a goddamn fist!
So anyhoo, this old couple, see, they get a cursed monkeys fist
FIST. And its cursed, see. It grants the owners three wishes. So for their first wish, they choose a million bucks!
Thats not much money in todays market.
Christ, okay. They wish for a billion dollars.
Still, if I had a cursed monkey paw
Whatever. If I had one of those, Id wish for 50 trillion, at least. Enough to
Oh goddamn it, fine. They wish for 50 trillion bucks! And kazaam! They
The FoolA fool is a man who thinks he is wiseThe Fool7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But a wise man is one who knows quite otherwise
And knows himself fully a fool
A fool is a man who to power aspires
But a wise man is one who has deeper desires
Though he thinks himself only a fool
A fool is a man who would fall for all lies
But a wise man is one who knows sorrow from false sighs
Even though he is only a fool
If Fool is a man, then Man is a fool
Though a wise man knows well he is merely a tool
So think what you will, but heed my advice
Wise is to fool, as fool is to wise
THE ZOMBIE COMMANDMENTS[I] Thou Shalt Not See It ComingTHE ZOMBIE COMMANDMENTS6 years ago in Horror More Like This
"You sure it's safe to walk home at this time of night?" Said Hero. Heroine punched him lightly on the shoulder. "What, you think I can't take care of myself?" Wiseguy just snorted. "Oh, come on. There's nobody outside tonight. You wouldn't have anybody to fight. These streets," he held his arms out and spun around, "Are devoid of a single living soul."
[II] Thou Shalt Not Trust Thine Government
Skeptic ran up to Hero, waving a newspaper around. "Hey, did you catch the news last night?" Hero shook his head, taking the paper out of Skeptic's hands and skimming the headlines. Wiseguy snapped his fingers, looking jittery. "Yo, man. I saw that! They say it's some kind of chemical agent, made by the government."
[III] Thou Shalt Not Use The Word 'Zombie'
"What do those look like to you?" Whispered Heroine from their perch on the roof. Hero shaded his eyes from the sun, squinting. "They're just people. Walking funny, but they're people..." Wisegu
Flower HeartFlower Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Eyes Have Been Soiled
My Cheeks Are Tarnished
Most Foul Face Known
Have Streamed Their Way
Newly Soiled Eyes
They've Tarnished My Cheeks
Made My Face Hideous
They Flow Throughout My Body
The Same Way My Cold Blood
Flows As Well
Through My Heart
Through My Soul
I've Been Told
We All Have Flower Hearts
We've Been Born With Small Seeds
They're Inside Us All
The Only Way For Them To Grow
Is To Make Tears For Them
The More Tears We Make
The More Powerful
Our Flower Hearts Become
My Flower Heart
Will Become Stronger Too
And All These Tears I've Cried
Will Make Me Beautiful
black and goldblack and gold4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If the fish swam out of the ocean
and grew legs and they started walking
and the apes climbed down from the trees
and grew tall and they started talking
i pushed myself further into my already tear sodden pillow. i let out a muffled sob as i tried to stop crying. but i couldn't. i missed him so much. stupid me. since when was jumping off a balcony a good idea? and now i have to stay home. i can't see the guys. i can't see anybody. they are al home now. after i broke my ribs, we stopped the tour and came home. i was so stupid!
and the stars fell out of the sky
and my tears rolled into the ocean
now i'm looking for a reason why
you even set my world into motion
i ruined out fans and my bands tour just because of some stupid jump i did! i sat up in my bed, wiping the tears off my face and neck. i sighed as i carefully stood up, my ribs aching like hell. i stood iup or a few seconds before i had to sit back down again. i sat on the edge of my bed, looking
The DarkThe dark is generous.The Dark5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Its first gift is concealment: our true faces lie in the dark beneath our skins, our true hearts remains deeper still. But the greatest concealment lies not in protecting our secret truths, but in hiding from us the truths of others.
The dark protects us from what we dare not know.
Its second gift is comforting illusion: the ease of gentle dreams in night's embrace, the beauty that imagination brings to what would repel in day's harsh light. But the greatest of its comforts is the illusion that the dark is temporary; that every night brings as new day. Because it is day that is temporary.
Day is the illusion.
Its third gift is the light itself: as day are defined by the nights that divide them, as stars are defined by the infinite black for which they wheel, the dark embraces the light, and brings it forth from the center of its own self.
With each victory of the light, it is the dark that wins.
The dark is generous, and
Top10: StalkerTop 10 Signs You May Have a StalkerTop10: Stalker6 years ago in Humor More Like This
10. Sockdrawer neatly rearranged in your absence to spell out "I love you."
9. Webcam swivels to follow your every movement, but the computer's off.
8. Husband mysteriously replaced by short dude named Ralf with crazy jesus hair and a fanatical gleam in his eye. (This one's for you, AGMeade)
7. All email from your wife now tagged with "Stupid bitch who doesn't deserve him."
6. Mysterious YouTube videos appear depicting 24 Karma Sutra positions, but with your face digitally superimposed over both participants'.
5. No matter how much underwear you buy, the drawer is always empty.
4. Toenails and eyebrows always neatly trimmed, yet you never touch them.
3. You are constantly accosted to sign your autograph by a rabid fan, but you work in accounting.
2. Verizon telephone "operator" keeps breaking into calls to defend your reputation.
1. 10,000 unread DeviantArt notes, one Watcher.
The wonder of YouThe wonder of You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mere words can not explain the wonder that is you
How you make me feel just by being there
I love your eyes, the green of a forest dappled by the light of your smile
Your smile which makes the most amazing sunrise pale in comparison to nothingness
Your laugh which is like the tinkling of silver bells by the choirs of Heaven
Your voice which is the purest music to listen to, golden on my ears
Your elegant, feminine hands with their slender perfect fingers which I long to hold
The entirety of you, the perfection I behold
My breath catches in my throat just looking at you, how utterly beautiful you are
My heart feels like a bird caught up in a cage too small for it, fluttering wildly and skipping beats just beholding you
I feel faint and light headed just being around you
You captivate my every sense
You thrill my very being
You enchant all of me with the wonder that is you
Your love for me knows no bounds
Your words speak right into my heart, burning themselves into the fabric of my soul
A Perfect MatchA Perfect Match11 years ago in Horror More Like This
"But my mommy says that I shouldn't play with you," the boy said.
"It's okay," it said. "She would not have left you with me, if she had."
"I don't know," said the boy again. "It kinda scares me."
"Don't be afraid," it said. "I won't hurt you."
The boy reached out to touch it, and brought his hand back just before contact.
"What's wrong?" it asked.
The boy frowned. "You promise it will be okay?"
A deep sigh issued from it. "Yes, it will be just fine."
The boy reached out again, and touched it lightly, before finally grasping it firmly and stroking it hard.
Frightened again, the boy dropped it.
It fell to the floor with a laugh, and said,
Top 10: Last Thing HeardTop 10 Last Things You Will Ever HearTop 10: Last Thing Heard6 years ago in Humor More Like This
10. "Don't worry, they're not the least bit territorial this time of year."
9. "Thank you for calling Poison Information Hotline. We're sorry, but we are experiencing heavy call volume. Please stay on the line for the next available operator."
8. "Cut the red wire, not the blue wire."
7. "I can never remember... is it extend flaps before landing?"
6. "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
5. "Northstar would like to take this moment to apologize for the inappropriate joke directions we've been distributing for the past hour. Specifically, there is no underwater tunnel between the United States and Europe."
4. "Let's head down to the basement to see what those creepy noises are!"
3. "Cast ye out, demon!"
2. "Which is the more definitive literary work? Twilight or Harry Potter?"
1. "Go ahead. Ralf won't mind if you take the last cup o
The End Our family walks together down the hallway, not quickly, but without hesitation. The door, of dull gray metal, appears on our left. My husband, always a gentleman, holds the door open for me and our daughter to pass through ahead of him, then follows. Under the circumstances, it isn't clear what is the gentlemanly thing to do. Perhaps he should have gone first, but old habits die hard.The End6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I draw in a breath and my eyes widen a bit at my first sight of the room's interior, but I give no other sign. Two year olds are too easy to upset. There are no chairs, no seats of any kind - none are needed. Instead, a light gray granite table runs lengthwise down the room, somewhat off-center. On the near end, right across from the door (the only door) rises a tall, sturdy wooden frame, a rectangle standing on end. The blade, with its slight angle, shines at us from the top of this frame, prepared to do its deadly work. I move quickly into the
Image.Image.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've always been conscious,
Of my body,
Of my face,
The clothes I wear,
How I look,
How I walk,
How I talk,
Everything just builds up,
I've always been self conscious,
Worried that I don't fit in with everyone else,
Worried that I'm different,
Worried that I'm a freak,
Now that's I'm older,
I've found that, no matter,
Who you are,
What you look like,
What you say or do,
You're not a freak,
We're all human,
We're all different,
And that's good.
Why spend so much time trying to be someone else?
When what you don't realise is that the person you are,
Is better than all of them.
So do what you want,
Don't wait for approval,
Don't wait for acceptance from anyone else,
And most importantly be yourself.
In the long run you'll wish you had.
Words Can HurtWords leave scars,Words Can Hurt4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That are just as bad,
As physical ones.
The scars run deep,
With the memories you caused,
And the pain you created.
A human spirit,
Is not a toy,
For you to play with.
It is fragile,
And can break easily,
So be careful of what you say.
You never know,
What one thing you say,
Can do to someone.
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 4My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart
Macchiato Part 2
The coloured lights pulsed and reflected off every surface, every cocktail and every bottle showcased in the shelving behind the bar. The sweaty throng of dancers flocked together, twisting their bodies to the rhythmic shapes of the music in the humid air. They worshipped the DJ, elevated on his podium. They were his disciples and we would join in their cause.
"What do you reckon?" I raised my voice to ask Chris.
"Seems alright but I want a drink." He responded and turned to the bar
"Nah, no, no, get out there and scout the war zone. I'll get the drinks."
Chris raised his blonde eyebrows once, glanced towards the bar longingly and then finally spun on his heels and trudged towards the dance floor. I swaggered up to the bench, looking around at the other people eagerly awaiting service. I ordered two beers for Chris and myself. Turning abruptly, I accidentally knocked the arm of a dark haired guy who was carrying three drinks, causin
Write What You KnowWrite What You Know2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, a young woman was so in love with books that she decided she wanted to become a writer so she, too, could create loveable stories. She read everything she could about writing. Then, one day, she found herself in a book store where she bumped into an old man among the shelves. Turning to apologize, she discovered it was a venerable, much-loved author.
As soon as she could find her voice to speak, she said, "Oh, sir! I know you are very busy, and so I would just like to ask you one small question: what is the best piece of advice you have for a beginning writer?"
The old man smiled and said, "Certainly, young lady. In fact, I will write it down for you." He took out a small slip of paper and a pen and jotted something down. Then he handed the paper to her.
She thanked him profusely and moved out of his way so he could go about his business. Then she looked at the little paper in her hand. She frowned.
"Write what you know."
Well she was very disappointed. In fact, it m
the rest of god's name"She misses you, you know, Jimmy."the rest of god's name8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah. I know."
There's a pause. He cradles the side of his face with square fingers, adult pound hands.
"It's in her sleep, too. She murmurs in the night. Sometimes it it rises to screams"
The hesitation rests on his lips. He licks it off, his tongue like a suspicious fish.
"Do you ever think"
"Go away, David."
"that maybe if you had stopped, she would still be oh - okay, and you wouldn't have to"
"I said go away."
"I mean this can't be living, not cowering, not like this"
Lost Without HimLost Without Him4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sits alone silently under the whomping willow.
Cascading red hair floating and flying around her.
Even the whomping willow doesn't seem too active today.
Not on a day like this anyway.
A day where everything that once fitted and made sense.
Spiraled out of control in a matter of hours.
Although it seemed to carry on for years.
She softly brushes the grass around her.
Remembering the times she spent with him here.
It all seems so long ago now.
How long had it been?
Since she had last set eyes on him.
Almost six months and not a word.
He could be dead, no, she would not allow that thought to form in her mind.
She had to believe in him.
The only boy she had ever loved.
She could hear the murmurs of the other students in the grounds.
They were all talking about the new headmaster.
Its like a living nightmare.
Every night she swears that she can feel his eyes on her.
Protecting her from a distance.
She prayed he would come back soon.
So he could take her in his arms.
She knew in the bac
Love GoodbyeLove Goodbye2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You may say you love me
But you never let me see
When i look away
You will never stay
Your heart is always on the move
Your love is so untrue
Then finally with a sigh
I will say goodbye
Out On The TerraceOut On The Terrace4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The stars lean down to kiss you, and I lie awake and miss you. Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere."
I couldn't help but smile up at the stars, well, all the ones you can see through the lights and haze of another Denver night. Though I leaned against the cold metal railing of our condo's terrace, in my mind I danced to music that had leaked down from the cosmos, my heart exploring far away planets for something that it would never find. That one little piece that had me on the edge of breaking. My lips tingled from the bitter-sweet memories, memories that are twirling between dreams and reality. They're memories that I've lost track of whether they are dreams or reality, and are buried deep in the abyss of my soul. They taste strangely like strawberries. Slowly, but surely, everything starts to melt together, slipping away silently like a storm in the night, leaving my soul to reach for the sapphire sky. Everything empties my mind, everything but you.
"While I forget the
The Bog ManGather round, gents! I has a story I likes to call THE BOG MAN!The Bog Man4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The bong man?
Clean out yer ears, boy! BOG man! Like, peaty mossy swampy horribleness what lurks in the loamy soil in some parts of
Pffft. I know what "bog" is. Seriously, I thought this was a story about drugs or something. So, the Bog Man.
YES! The BOG MAN.
I do, I do tell! It was not so long ago, round these very parts it seems. A young boy an' his pal are rowing through the local swamp lookin fer catfish
Hold up. Swamp? Catfish? This is suburbia, dude. Nearest swamp is, what? Florida? We're drinking beer in a strip mall for god's sake.
LOOKIN FER CATFISH, I said, but secretly the boy was hell bent on these stories his science teacher told him of perfectly preserved mummified remains of people what died in certain kinds of s