MonsterHigh Traitor Among Us 2Outside at the fountain, Deuce was sitting there waiting for someone and Lagoona sat next to him.MonsterHigh Traitor Among Us 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Deuce, whacha doin'?"
"Oh, hey. I'm just waiting for Cleo; she was supposed to meet me here about five minutes ago."
"Really, I'm sure she'll turn up eventually." There was a long pause and then Lagoona continued. "You know, haven't you always wondered why is it that everyone is always nice to you?"
"Well, I am a nice guy."
"Wrong! You know what I think; they're afraid of you. Oh for sure you are a nice guy, but then what happens when you get angry at someone? Just one look from you and poof; they're stone. I would be scared too, if I knew someone who could do that."
"But I would never "
"But deep down you've thought about it, haven't you?" Deuce didn't answer. "I thought so. And that's why you don't have any real friends at all."
As Lagoona walked away, Deuce hung his he
Catching the StrangerCatching the Stranger3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I lay down to rest.
The fire crackles in the gloom.
Nothing, not a sound.
I have traveled far.
The kingdom is dangerous.
Travel means danger.
A misstep means death.
If I am not careful, I could
very well be robbed.
I hear a noise... close.
The sound of footsteps behind
My closed, sleeping eyes.
He has been watching,
Waiting for me to retire
And take his pleasure
With me. I am not
As stupid as he thinks I
Am. Watch and you'll see.
I cringe when he says,
"I know you are not asleep.
You can open your eyes."
I sit up, groggy.
I make out a familiar
Face. Ah. I thought so.
"What are you doing
Here?" I ask. "It is rude to
Wake a sleeping girl."
"I could ask the same
Of you." he replies, his eyes
In the fire's glow.
"I came to find you." I say,
Gathering my cloak
Around me. "I have
A proposition for you.
You won't refuse it."
"You always knew what
Would make me listen," he says.
"What do you want, child?"
MonsterHigh Traitor Among Us 4Everyone followed her to her office. When they arrived, Cleo started in first.MonsterHigh Traitor Among Us 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Headmistress, please, I am just a victim here. It's those two who deserve to be punished," she exclaimed as she pointed to Deuce and Frankie.
"Casting a curse outside of school curriculum is strictly forbidden Cleo; your father was the main reason I had that rule enforced. And as for the rest of you, this kind of behavior is most unacceptable. Your parents have taught you better. You all were so quick to mistrust one another without getting all the facts. Now, each of you please tell your side of it."
"That won't be necessary Headmistress," said Mr. Ware. Both he and Ghoulia walked in with a purple haired, red-eyed girl wearing jeans and a rainbow stripped shirt. "I think this young lady has all the answers you seek."
"Camille Leon, what does she have to do with this," asked Lagoona.
"Wow, Ghoulia sounds angr
Like NimoyLike Nimoy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He wasn't sure he wanted to live in the same house as Doctor Sheldon Cooper, after the crazy things he had seen.
Sure, he offered a good room at a good price. Living with him was surely the best decision, so he went to the house and he knocked at the door.
Sheldon himself opened the door.
"Can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm here to see the room." Said Leonard, insecure. "My name is Leonard Hofstadter."
"Leonard, really?" Squeaked Sheldon. "Like Leonard Nimoy!"
In that moment, Leonard understood there wasn't a person but Sheldon he could think of living with.
Monster High: Traitor Among UsCleo de Nile was at her locker checking to see if her make up and bandages were in place.Monster High: Traitor Among Us4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Honestly, is there anyone in the world prettier than me," she asked in a snooty tone.
"Yeah, there is."
Cleo jumped and slammed her locker door to see who had said that. It was Deuce Gorgon, Cleo's boyfriend.
"What did you say to me?!"
"You heard me. And it's Frankie Stein by the way. You and me are done, see ya."
As Deuce walked away, Cleo stood there dumbfounded and angry.
"Frankie, you and Deuce are gonna get it!"
Meanwhile, Frankie was at her locker when Draculaura walked up.
"Hey Frankie, you wanna go to the maul later?"
"I wish I could, I'm behind on my Mad Science homework. And if I don't improve, my dad's gonna ground me till I'm 20."
"Wow, that bites," said Draculaura.
Frankie and Draculaura turned to see Deuce standing there.
"Hey Deuce, what's going on," asked Frankie.
"Oh, nothing. Just wanted to let y
MonsterHigh Traitor Among Us 3On the other side of campus, Lagoona was practicing her back stroke in the pool when Draculaura came in.MonsterHigh Traitor Among Us 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello Draculaura, what brings you here to the water?"
"Can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure, what's on your mind?"
"Well, I didn't want to say this but the others think you spend way too much time in the water. Don't you know there is more to life than just swimming?"
"Yeah, I know but I love to swim and the water is my natural home. Without water I am nothing."
"Well, I think it's a waste of time. And those blue streaks in your hair, seriously find a better color. And I really don't understand why you have to care so much for fish and other water creatures; the only good fish is one baked and buttered."
"Draculaura, what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing, it's just time someone told you the truth."
Draculaura walked out of the pool gym laughing. Ghoulia was out looking for her to try and get her and Clawdeen to make up.
Complicated LifeComplicated Life3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Complicated life, complicated ways..
Everyday we fight just for another day..
We live for the future..
We cling to the past..
And we never enjoy the present..
As long as it lasts.
We fall for those who'd never be ours..
And we spend sad and lonely hours.
We forget who love us,
We forget who really cares,
And run behind illusions
And all we find is tears.
We take a moment to judge others
But never admit that we're wrong
And we hurt others just to show
That we're the ones who are strong.
Complicated life, complicated ways,
But it's us who make it more complicated
With every passing day.
Love At First Fright ch. 14Morning came all too fast for the still recovering boys, heads throbbing heavily. Corey let out a small whine as he slide his eyes open and tried to readjust to the room. He began to sit up, then stopped when he remembered that Joey was still fast asleep on his chest. Looking down, he saw that the raven haired beauty was already stirring, waking up slowly as well. Tilting his head up, two pairs of beautiful icy eyes met another and a smile formed across Joey's face.Love At First Fright ch. 143 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Morning you." Corey whispered, careful not to wake up everybody else who was still passed out.
"My head hurts like a mother fucker " Joey grumbled, resting his head back on the blonde's chest.
"Lets get you some food and water then. It'll help." Corey nodded and helped the boy up, cradling him close to his chest like you would an infant. Progress to the kitchen was slow, but they eventually made it down. Joey collapsed at the table grumbling as Corey shifted through some of the cabinets to find the smaller
lets change the worldi sit here drinking cold coffee on a monday afternoon; and i listen to the creaks silence makes and the sad words in a song on repeat, but i can't seem to feel. sometimes i cry because i want so many things its hard to concentrate on what i have and sometimes i want to close my eyes forever and just stay in my dreams.lets change the world3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
i want to take photos that make people realize beauty is everywhere-and i want to tell people how beautiful they are when i see them. i want to sing songs and make people smile and feel soft inside like a freshly baked cookie. i want to walk down the street and look and see trees blowing in the breeze and little girls laughing and men smiling as they hear them. i want to be selfless and make the world a better place, and sometimes all these wants just get to me and i can't figure out what to do first.
and we're the generation of change-we hold the attention of the world and we grasp the sadness that we contain and how it can change us into horrible people or beautiful one
Maybe I Need YouYou are my lightning.Maybe I Need You3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No thunderous warning, just swift and silent.
Set me on fire and burn me alive,
Leaving my bones exposed, blackened and burned.
There are bruises in my arm, and my veins are spread like angel wings,
But the only thing I've been shooting is stars since I met you.
You're tracing electricity across my skin,
I can feel you in the tips of my
Toes hair fingers spine.
Love me, I begged, palms wide open.
Just love me.
I'm a coin set on edge,
Sent spinning madly across the table.
But I'm running out of turn,
Juddering, clattering, in my electric chair,
Finally going flat.
Heads or tails?
I swear you can hear my heart beat
Me black and blue,
Attacking with all it's got.
There's no defibrillator shocking me back to life,
And it's telling me, no, not this time. You can't. You can't.
Maybe I can.
(When it rains, it pours
And with every pore,
Maybe I want you.)
Maybe I want to be the first thing you see in the morning,
And the last thing on the insides of your eyelids.
There She GoesThere she goesThere She Goes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That girl who is always smiling and laughing
The one who always has the advice
The one who always knows...
How to bring a smile to someone's face.
She always looks so happy
Like as if her life is perfect
Like as if everything is bright in her world.
But nobody knows
That at night
After a call with her father
Who lives so, so, so far away
She cries herself to sleep.
She sleeps with a broken heart
Tears stain her cheeks and her pillow
Her father is the most dearest to her
And he's so far away
She can't smell the familiar scent he has
Of After-Shave and spice
Just thinking about the divorce
Has her body shakingwith sobs
Nobody knows that this perfectly happy girl
Had suffered through,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
And yet she still smiles...
don't tell me i'm an insomniacand she tells me, "because of youdon't tell me i'm an insomniac3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i've been happier than a worm with
depression being murdered by a bird."
she's been given a reason to live;
so she can die happy.
first.i'm a girl and you're a sunrise, letting me watch you burn across the sky. i'm not pretty enough to be you, not smart enough to catch you when you fall. i dig my fingernails into your palm, not wanting to let you go. you know how it is. you're a boy, and i'm something that could have been.first.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you curl your fingers over the frets. we could've been something great. my guitar's hanging next to the television. i wonder if you sold yours. was it too painful? there's still static, smoke curling across a frigid landscape. i used to write songs, you know. don't get too confident; they weren't all about you.
gosh. it seems like eons ago. autumn nights are so cold on the island, but we're warm. the cabins are empty, because no one takes a vacation in october. you know how it goes; we're both falling. not in love, but out of it.
i miss you like i miss not breathing. you don't notice it, but it's there. i let myself forget you a long time ago, but you're still here. an echo, mayb
Get Jinxxed .:5:.Get Jinxxed .:5:.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
I stopped myself before saying anything more to him.
How do I tell him? What do I say? When I tell him, will he like me back or will he hate me?
I looked at Jinxx again and saw what was making me fall for him. It was everything about him. He was funny, sweet and cute. I would do anything to have him with me.
I saw him rub the scar on his arm and I sighed, clearing my mind again.
"Jinxx " I started out again.
Jinxx didn't say anything. Just stared at me, like he could see right through me.
"I-I .um I I " I stuttered
"You like me, don't you, Rae." Jinxx asked.
My mouth was frozen shut before I could say anything.
How did he know I was going to say that?
I nodded slowly and looked away a bit.
"The truth is, I I really like you too ." Jinxx said, rubbing the back of his head and blushing a dark red.
I quickly looked at him again and gasped silently.
Andy, Ashley, Jake and Christian all were hiding outside of my room, listening to Jinxx's
One Leftxi.One Left3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saved all my best words
(You deserve so much more.)
You were angry
before I could have a chance to explain.
Had you stayed, I could have told you;
I only meant that you were a puzzle.
(I just can't figure you out.)
You've been where I have,
but you were never in this deep.
Or at least you never told me about it.
don't pretend to understand.)
I write about space
to fill it with all the stars
you never look at.
(Stop watching your feet when you walk.)
If I'm holding too tightly,
it's only because I'm afraid.
It's a cliche;
but it's not me.
It really is you.
I'm only that vulnerable around you.
(I can only be that vulnerable
It took me a year to realize
I was lying when I said "not like that - "
I meant it exactly like that.
(You clever boy, you, figuring it out before I did.)
I want to know what you saw in me
that made you stop. I want to know
why you think I'm better than I
FracturedWish, wish, wishingFractured3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not forget
the living truth
as it speaks to you
finding their way
back no matter where
Blinded to everything
else in the light
Endless, eternity, aronion
beneath my heaving chest,
weaving lust, love and
lovely lust and the instinct
that this is the path.
I am fixated
on the words
that you said
where a french kiss
should be like a dance
and I'm just trying
stuck like glueit started with lightbulbs, and it ended with jail.stuck like glue4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and when she looked back on it it seemed suitable, like the lightbulb he dropped on her desk was the universe's way of saying that this [whatever this was] was a great idea.
but it wasn't just lightbulbs. every day there was something new, a perfectly random little something dropped on her desk without a word of acknowledgment, like a cat bringing home dead things as gifts [but much cuter, of course] and every day she would tap her fingers with anticipation, just waiting for him to arrive with something new.
and they were always silent in class, barely speaking more than a few words to each other [maybe because he always slept right through the lesson]. but late at night they would spend hour upon hour talking to each other, and she would struggle to keep her eyes open so that she wouldn't have to say goodnight, because she knew, after not very long at all, that he was special.
and for months they were like that - best friends, talkin
wanderlustshe was a s e v e n t e e n year old girl from nowhere [or was it everywhere?] with dark hair and long eyelashes and skin that was always pale white. when she was young she played in the poppy fields of greece and when she got older her tongue started yearning to speak italian and russian so that she could travel to other far off places.wanderlust4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was born on a friday between two ice storms, and the first word she ever heard was b e a u t y. her mama told her that when she first opened her dark blue eyes, her pupil was surrounded by a ring of pure white. the blue stayed but the white turned to green [and from then on her eyes were always her favorite feature].
she always had nightmares, never good dreams, but maybe that's because she could never stop d r e a m i n g with her eyes open. all she ever wanted was dirt roads and stars and mud under her fingernails.
[maybe one day, when she's older, she'll take a crinkly old map and
I Can Be LoveOnce again I've left you with nothing but a smile and a hug when everything in me wanted to leave you with so much more.I Can Be Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Any girl could give you a smile or a hug and I don't want to be just any girl.
I don't want to, I'm scared but the thought of not telling you is tearing me from the inside out.
If I let you go without letting you know, I won't become what I've been striving for ever since I decided to stash all my fears away into the corners of my mind and my heart.
I'm terrified of you.
Everything about you is too unreal, in the sense where you're everything I want and everything I can't have - all at the same time.
You smile at me and I wonder how you can compliment mine, when yours is so beautiful, so genuine.
You always try to be there for me if I need you, whether you were busy, tired or already sleeping.
Your stories and your texts have me grinning for days and days after.
(I even keep a few of your texts so I can read them whenever I miss you.)
Wait for me, okay?"I've missed you," he said under his breath, as though he hoped laying his heart bare to her would be easier if done quietly. He paused, shuffling his feet, trying to think of the right words to say. He had never been good with words. There was a certain skill to translating your feelings into exactly the right sounds, to making yourself effectively and elegantly understood, and he had none of it. He sighed. "You know I'm no poet, Katie. Remember how you always had to help me with my English essays? I'd write them, then you'd take them apart and put them back together so they actually made sense. You were the writer, the speaker, you had the way with words. But now I'll just have to try my best."Wait for me, okay?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He bit his lip; even now, when he had all the opportunity in the world to talk to her and no-one to interrupt, he couldn't say what he wanted to. The words danced out of reach, swirling around his head, refusing to organise themselves and march out of his mouth in an orderly line. But al
I read...I read books for the landscapesI read...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And far away worlds,
To get lost in the romance
The type to hide under the bed
Uh, what I mean is look over my shoulder
Makes sure I'm not seen
moving my lips to dialogue I could never have written
As my mind runs down streets I'll never see.
I read too far in to gestures, trip
Up over words
I imbue with romance,
The type to hide behind anything if it means the poems don't slip through.
seasons changeyou kissed December softly on the lips,seasons change3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her eyelashes fluttered against your skin and
something inside of you glistened
you kissed December with a mouth that had
whispered 'i love you' many times before,
but you said this time was
the only one that mattered.
you kissed December and i know she tasted sweet,
like time being rewritten just for you.
she must have tasted like music
as her hands touched the nape of your neck.
you kissed December like she was an angel
that smoked weed in parking lots,
getting high enough to see her sisters.
you kissed her like she deserved to remember worship.
you kissed December without thinking of me,
but i held March's hand and
i never stopped dreaming of you.
SolitudeHe is now an old man (a very old man), and he is now very lonely (so very, very lonely). His wife is fifteen years dead. His children are grown, with their own families and jobs and small catastrophes. They don't bother to see him much. Some call, short little spaces in time. Hi Dad, how are you and meaningless chatter about the weather. It is a simple life he lives, filled with memories of dancing girls and root beer floats and high school dances. He sits in his empty house and paints visions before his eyes.Solitude3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Anna comes the most, stopping by every week or so with her small daughter trailing behind her like a lost puppy. Her name is Lucy and she looks like his late wife, all blonde curls and gangly limbs, though Anna's dark eyes and thin mouth are after his own. Lucy plays with old toys while Anna putters around, washing dishes and folding wrinkled laundry and berating him for not taking better care of the place, of himself. She never could sit still, that girl, always a flurry of moti
Lone endingsI saw you standing against the end as it rolled in. I don't think you knew I was there; every inch of your posture said you were alone. The final shafts of light tore through the clouds with the little strength they had left - the last, panicked struggle before death. We had felt that too; we had striven against the waning world, and now even light was consumed by that fear.Lone endings3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But not you. You stood there, watching the ripples on the horizon that would once have been only distant waves, and you knew, as I knew, that the sight was now the flickering of the oceans plunging out of existence. Yet you stood and stared, not fearfully, not boldly; just matter-of-factly, as though detached from it all.
I nearly called to you, yelled 'You're not the last! As long as we're here together--' But the words dried before they even reached my tongue, when I realised what you were.
As a species, we had taken the world for ourselves, but had failed to take responsibility for it. We had adopted a child tha