Belong31. Belong (1,014 words)Belong5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I want you to belong to me."
"Oh, but I do, Master," the Doctor replied sourly, "how could I forget with your chains around my wrists, every waking, sleeping moment subject to your beck and call. Oh no, I very much belong to you and I have no doubt you enjoy it immensely."
"No Doctor, that's different," he would not be baited this time, he remained composed, "I own you. But I want you to belong to me," he stepped closer, almost as if he were trying to seduce him, moving coyly like the cobra before the snake charmer. The trouble was no one was really sure who was in control this time: the silver tongue or the forked tongue.
The Doctor pulled back instinctively, his chains sliding smoothly over each other, the cool metal scraping as a constant reminder of just how owned he was. Bought and paid for. And treated disgustingly well for a slave. He forced the wo
illuminate my heartSeptember falls outside his window and the two-story house feels June. Time tilts here, the days canted to the left like the apple tree their grandchildren planted sometime last winter. It hasn't grown much since then, a few leaves on dry branches but no blooming flowers when spring arrived.illuminate my heart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today his fifty years seem like thirty. Sitting up in bed is easier. He doesn't feel as weak as before. The Pacific breeze touches his hair, chills his pale face and he thinks, Maybe Anna and I could drive down to the beachfront today.
He rolls to his side. She's burrowed under the covers, a blue blanketed lump, white hair poking out over dark blue pillows.
John reaches his hand out and presses down.
The lump rolls over. The lump doesn't breathe.
The lump deflates like a balloon.
The lump is blankets and no flesh.
"Mmm, good morning," Anna murmurs in his ear.
Cold lips kiss his cold cheek. John frowns.
There's nothing there--
Anna squeezes his hand, drags him out of bed. "Breakfast?"
Ink VoiceWhile the other children spilled into the playground, Ren stayed inside. She sat in her beanbag and leafed through a book. Ren loved stories as much as she hated talking. This late into the year, she had read and reread every child-battered book on the shelf several times. And she loved them all.Ink Voice4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They smelled like . . . magic.
Stories were doors and Ren used them to fall into other worlds.
Except, not really. She only pretended to do so, and it was hard to pretend when grownups decide to interrupt her quiet reading.
"Which book are you reading today, Ren?" Miss Payper asked.
Don't say a word.
Ren did not look up at her teacher. She continued to read The Gruffalo. It was funny, not scary, and very clever.
"Would you like to read aloud to me?"
If you talk, he will know. Oh, he'll know.
She didn't like reading aloud. Not really. The words were better on paper than on her tongue.
"Is there anything you would like to say?"
Never tell! Never never
and all they dothere's a crowd of angry young menand all they do5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who drive too fast
and all they do is break their mothers' hearts
with baseball bats to postboxes
standing on the hollowed out bed
of a pick(me)up truck
there's a crowd of angry young mothers
who fell too fast
and all they do is break their lovers' hearts
ripping letters up from postboxes
standing on the creaking front steps
of a start(you)up house
there's a crowd of angry young lovers
who talk too fast
and all they do is break each other's hearts
flirting around the postboxes
standing with their hearts on the brink
of a shut(them)up snap
LifeSame old thing,Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Memorys of scars, running through the mind.
Just smile for everyone.
Prove your strength, because no-one will leave you then.
Does it really matter what they have said?
Take anyone who offers you friendship,
But trust them with nothing.
This world brings you up with hope,
Then crushes it all.
Still we enjoy it,
Because our lives are so short.
So why take them?
Even if I'm changing,
Even if I'm different.
I guess no-one could ever change it but me.
Believing the lies was step one,
But faking a smile, to make others happy was step two.
Why don't I cry for help?
It's not possible now is it?
Moving on, never looking back was step three.
Still you cry when head's our turned.
Even if they notice, lies are given once more.
Can't this world be perfect?
Ended it all.
If nobody stops me, it will keep going.
If nobody wants me, it will keep going.
Losing count of days,
As they roll on
Every day alive, is that really
Step out of the dark...Step out of the dark...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I am, so all alone.
I'm sitting here,
on this broken down throne.
for the day..
When my worries will wash away,
When these wounds will finally heal,
When my scares will disappear.
But for now...
I'm waiting here...
It's not so hard.
Just waiting here,
In this cold dark place I'm in..
The shadows surround me,
for each and every sin.
I hate it here but it's not so bad.
I can't believe this thought in my head,
To go outside away from my safe bed.
It's bright out there, or so I've heard.
But I like the dark,
I think it's what I've preferred.
So for now...
for the day...
When Courage will walk my way,
When Hope will bloom in me,
When I can tread without worry or misery.
I guess we'll see...
If that day will come,
If I'll be strong enough to stand.
To not be afraid.
To not run away,
I'll step out of the dark
Step out of this place.
That I've hidden in for so long,
I want to try.
But then again maybe I'm wr
Red LunacyRed Lunacy3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I awake to the throbbing vein in my head
The streetlights flicker in the distant night
My eyes glazed over and hands stained red
This lustful urge I can only respite.
As I stumble along this desolate town
The winds moan like a virtue-less whore.
Some onlookers gaze upon me and frown
If they only knew what I had in store.
How did I get here, that remains to be said
I stretch my bones to the utmost degree.
This insatiable hunger cannot be fed
Why have these memories evaded me?
My nose is filled with a floral scent
My mouth is drunk with a sumptuous taste.
Despite all my cravings I do not repent
I won't let these senses go to waste.
I can't stop shaking when voices start calling
Where can I flee to avoid all the shrieking?
Brought to my knees but I don't stop crawling
I would kill to find the answers I'm seeking.
I laugh out loud with maniacal intent
While bloody tears stream down my face.
Have I witnessed or caused all this torment?
It feels like I've fallen from grace.
Where is the key
Dark AngelYour face is as if it's been chiseled by GodDark Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your body is the definition of the stereotypical male version of "sexy"
Your smile knows how to make butterflies appear inside
Your eyes could deceive anyone if you wished so
The way you move, it's as if you're gliding
The way you act, it's as if you had decades of experience
You seem so perfect.
Like there's no flaw within you.
And you've got everyone bowing down at your feet.
Got them thinking you're a masterpiece.
But No One's Perfect.
Behind that glowing shine
There's a dark side to you.
A mischievous part of you that's grim.
Just waiting for the moment to take over.
Behind that sexy smile
There's toxin in your lungs.
Ever so slowly but surely.
Behind that angel-like act
You're committing suicide.
Each one you take, takes 5 minutes off your life.
And you know that.
You're a fallen angel.
A dark angel.
And no one can save you.
Shyi. You say that there's nothing to see, no story behind your walls of whitewash. You tell me everything without saying anything, because we never speak.Shy3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ii. You never stop running, and your floor will never be my ceiling. Anyway, you'd never fall through. (They say I'm a little too good at this. I mean, I'm terrible at letting go. Maybe it's best I'll never catch you.) It's such a shame, seeing as I've been practicing.
iii. This is simple, unadulterated observation. I watch, you move. My gaze is objective; you're a work of art. (Or is it piece of work?)
iv. They say you're scarred but you hardly seem the broken type. They say you'd let me in if I braved your barriers.
v. You are the stranger on the sidewalk. You are the darling of the world. You are the center of the circle. You are shy. You span two years of unknowing, falling short of becoming everything.
vi. You have beautiful eyes for a boy.
What I Saw on EarthWhat I saw on Earth this nightWhat I Saw on Earth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Glowing belts of twinkled light
Silence stretched across the sky
Too vast in wonder for human eye
Deep I felt inside my soul
Stirrings from a slumber old
A light now freed, an open door
I pass, I sleep, and live once more
What I heard on Earth that day
Made me long to fall away
The endless crash upon the shore
The cries of freedom as we soar
I am the gull in flight suspended
Alive 'til ocean's sound is ended
I am the distant water's song
A lullaby of all that's gone
What I've learned on Earth of man
Will pass before it's all began
But hidden in final the days
Answers to confused dismay
We are the newborn fallen snow
The springtime sounds of birds below
The gentle word that whispers peace
The final breathe of life's release
What I saw this turn on Earth
Will carry me until rebirth
All that's true, fair and right
Now fills my being: Aglow, alight~
Sticks and Stones:Chapters 1-3Chapter 1Sticks and Stones:Chapters 1-34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It is a fact that science itself could probably prove if it wanted to: every school has its awkward gay kid.
In the eighth grade, a boy named Kevin Howard let slip that he had a little crush on Charlie Grayson. It didn't take long for the news to spread around the entire middle school like a wildfire. The news turned into a straight up rumor, and before anyone knew what was happening, Charlie Grayson and Kevin Howard were dating, Charlie Grayson and Kevin Howard were moving to Massachusetts together to get married, and Charlie Grayson and Kevin Howard had adopted two little girls from Yugoslavia over the weekend. To clear things up, Charlie Grayson wasn't gay, never had been gay, and never will be gay. Charlie Grayson was a straight guy with a girlfriend and a basketball team to be captain of, which the school eventually figured out. Kevin Howard, on the other ha
Falling in Love with Fangs 4Falling in Love with Fangs 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Falling in Love with Fangs!
BY: GABRIELA I. BERDECIA MEDINA
CHAPTER 4: Leave Now!
"I don't know where I am, I don't know how I got here and I don't know who I am and I don't know who you are. Is this a dream it feels so real I'm scared I'm scared I don't want to be in this darkness all alone there must be a light somewhere, there's always a way out." Lily slowly opened her eyes and she was floating in darkness and her body was glowing white. Her blazing-red hair was swaying wildly as if it were flames of fire. "Mom dad sister .can you hear me ?"
"Lily ," a voice said softly. "W-who's there ," Lily asked nervously.
"LILY .," the voice shouted angrily.
"Whoever is calling me doesn't have to shout," Lily muttered softly.
"I'm going to rape you if you don't wake up right now," the voice said.
Lily stretched her hand out and then she opened her eyes slowly and saw Rin above her and she whispered softly, "R-rin ?" Rin looked at her and
Scary Stories Scary StoriesScary Stories8 years ago in Horror More Like This
There once was an elegant , smart , beautiful girl . She had gone back to her dorm late one night . Shadows stalked the the hallway corridores . She retrived her books before heading over to her boyfriends dorm .She wanted to spend the night at his place for once and of course her boyfriend did not object. She opened the door . She stepped nto the room . She knew instandtly her roommate would be sleeping soundly and would not like it if she turned on the light,so she did not
She stumbled and tripped , and fumbled around the dark , shadowy room for aproximently about , estimating , 10 minutes or so, gathering what she would need and take
Help yourselfHelp yourself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can help yourself
You ask for a love song
I give you a poem filled
You ask for pain
I give you a picture of you
You ask for me to agree
I only spit in your face and
scrape dirt on your floor
You ask for blood
I give you a pack of ketchup
You ask for love
and I only shake my head and say
"I already have..many many times"
DrumsThe rhythm climaxes, like pulsating souls.Drums7 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
QuestionsIsn't life just full of questions?Questions3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There's answers to be found or to be experienced
But you still have questions and you want to ask more
Questions that has answers but it's hard to find
Some say it's timing and some say it's fate
There's plenty of time and live every moment of it
Enjoy it and experience it with no questions asked
But you still have questions and you crave for answers
How much time do I have left?
A question that runs through everyone's mind
How much time do I have left?
Will you have enough time to do anything at all?
Will I get to have a happy ending or will my ending be dark and grey?
Will I have the true American dream or will it be the American nightmare that we live today?
Will I have time at all or did time just stop all of a sudden?
I want to know but I can't have the answers yet
My answers always comes through experience
But I wish I knew what I was really supposed to do
I wish I knew what will happen in the events of time
I cannot though; I am designed to do
ControlControl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is it like to have any?
Freedom to run like a child
Do anything to make you feel it
Not be under it
But to have it
Where is it?
Sit there in your locked cage
Like a song bird with a master
It sings to me just out of reach
Like chains restricting you from living
Until they deem you worthy
Please, Please I need it!
You might think you have it
Yet, there is someone more than you
Want it desperately
Hold it tightly to your skin
Yet it still slips through your fingers
Let it hug you falsely everyday
Please be real
Try to keep your life tightly
Until it's gone
And you spiral forever
No! Please may I have it!?
Spiral out of control
How Could You?How Could You?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"No one deserves this
It cannot be real
The anger, distress
And depression I feel
Please give me a second
My strength just disbands
I can't live this way
And I don't understand
What is this madness?
It never happened before
And my heart is so sore "
Why did you do this?
Turn his laugh to a frown
His smile to tears
And let him break down?
Another running awayAnother running away4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Another choking breath,
Another word that can't come out,
Another invisible tear.
As I walk alone,
Tied by false hopes,
A hole is pulling me in.
I fall into the void,
Unable to scream,
see, yet unseen.
Drowning in thoughts,
no place to hide,
A shadow is taking over.
Another new form,
That is bound to return to the nowhere.
Kiss an Tell... Me You Love MeTitle: Kiss and Tell... Me You Love MeKiss an Tell... Me You Love Me5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rating: T under HEAVY RESTRAINT, THIS WAS ACHIEVED (you'll see)
Warning: canon!abuse aka I M N UR FANDOM, MESSIN' WI' YER CANON
Summary: Lots of kissing. Not so much bending timelines. SOME obscurity... or at least obscurity in my writing. So... 2 out of the 3 requests... good enough, yes?
Kissing the Doctor, the Master found, was always a heady, thrilling, and completely delicious experience that he just couldn't get enough of. No matter what the regeneration, no matter what the situation beforehand or after, a day when he got a kiss from the Doctor was a Good Day. Actually, it was technically classified as a Very Good Day, but he didn't want to look like he had low standards.
Almost every regeneration that he had come in contact with had bestowed him one kiss and it was remarkable how they compared to each other, the different styles, the different prete