Innocent ObsessionI love moments like these. He’s asleep. My love. Whenever I cant sleep he’s dreaming, always, all night thru. He never had problems sleeping. I love it. Yes sure, I have to wake him every time so he gets up at all before the evening but Its way better than having him being awake all night, not able to find rest. He needs rest, he really does. He’s so nervous and scared when he’s awake, it must be so exhausting, no wonder he needs so much sleep. Being awake always just meant stress and uncomfortable situations for him. But never ever in his sleep, he could probably happily sleep thru the apocalypse.Innocent Obsession1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
So relaxed and calm, it’s the time of the day when I can observe his gorgeous form without making him uncomfortable or trying to hide or look different than he does. He’s so wonderful the natural way he is. Since I moved in here we keep the windows closed at night and he usually sleeps without any blanket, no wonder, he’s super warm, he even warms me
The Mask With A CrackThe Mask With A Crack3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a mask, but you can't see
I have used it all day, even for my family
They think they know, they think they see
They hope they know the real me
But they don't, and they won't see
Because I'm too emotional, to be me
I'm afraid to get hurt, afraid to open up
I'm not a book, you can't open up
They have told me, '' You're a great actor ''
They don't know why, they don't know how I learned to act
I'm an actor all day, and a wear a mask
I can't get hurt, they can't touch me
I let one in, I let her see
I was told, that she loved me
And we were happy, young and free
Now she hates to even think about me
After she left, my mask got a crack
It's not completely intact
And behind it I'm crying, I'm dying
But they just can't see, the crack is small
It gets bigger every day, I'm hurt and they can soon see
They can soon see the real me
When someone pressed on, teased me about my ex
I spat on his goddamn face, I'm falling apart and I keep breaking
This crack, this crack is making me lose control
Old TricksYour lonely collarboneOld Tricks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whispers of destruction,
and flowery obituaries.
it sings of has been stories, and
But, only when I
dare open my eyes.
You weren't the pixie goddess
I painted with pretty words.
You were hard life pains,
and those nasty little pleasures
[ we never dared to talk about. ]
But, I'll save you the trouble
of a halfhearted denial&
Echo of the past 17 [ENG]Echo of the past 17 [ENG]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Note from translator and author: this chapter took 6h to translate. I know my translations are not perfect. Try it yourself. I'm no genius. Just a fan ; )
Before you start reading the second part [starting with words: "three days..."]
please listen to the soundtrack, link to which you can find down below under the first star.
- Ohhh...You look terribly awful - said the light haired man as a means of saying hello, standing in the opened door, that only a few days ago were a gateway to freedom.
In the newcomers voice you couldn't actually find an ounce of pity, that the words said in Norwegian, might have suggested. The man pretended a false worry for a moment, but in a matter of seconds it changed into a wide unpleasant smile.
The flat owner frowned seeing that face and gave the man a disdainful look full of animosity. Without saying a word, with a tilt of his head he called the newcomer in.
Not waiting with a slight limp he went slowly to sit on the sofa, tha
Gateway"Do you know what victory is?" asked a soft voice behind her.Gateway4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl with the broken eyes didn't look up. She couldn't. She didn't want to. Her whole body was tattooed with the rain that had started hours before, her hair dripping with the sky's tears. She hadn't wanted to dry the sorrow of the weather from her skin; for fear that someone would see her own.
"I asked, do you know what victory is?" The voice was soft, but strong. And there was something about it that reminded her that she needed to pay attention.
She still didn't speak and a disappointed sigh came from the voice. It was as if the rain had stolen her voice.
"Victory is, when you lay awake at night and pray for the sanity of others rather than yourself. It's when that broken heart which has tormented you, heals you instead. It's when you learn to forgive yourself for your past and look forward to the future."
The tears hadn't stopped yet. They made their way down her face like lifeless little
Daisies“The thing about daisies is, they’re always butchered. Have you ever noticed that? A kid will sit down in a middle of a flowery field and rip up daisies, killing them, gutting them, slinging them around their necks as a primitive necklace. People think daisy chains are cute, I however find them grotesque. Honestly, daisies are alive, and should be treated as such. Daisies have feelings too, dude.”Daisies8 years ago in Teen More Like This
“Frank, do you really believe any of that bullshit you just said?”
I raised my eyebrows at my best friend, smirking slightly as he shrugged his stocky shoulders and fell back in the grass, staring apathetically up at the sky. I watched him for awhile, my palms flat over the undergrowth, my knees drawn up off the ground.
It was a sunny day, for February, and we young college lads were taking full advantage of the situation by lounging about on campus. My sketchbook was lying in the grass at my side, open on an empty page my hands were itching to fill and yet my br
.i don't sleep to dream.i could show you what my dreams are made of.i don't sleep to dream.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the world fades away
but i haven't slept since summer
and I'm drinking vodka like it's love
because I want to be beautiful again
with the liquor on his lips
and the blue dress I lost I find
awake or asleep it is you I love.
Running away from realityRunning away from reality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You look me in the eyes
And with complete confidence
Tell me that you understand.
Know what I've been through,
Know how I feel,
Somehow these words only cause pain.
The butterflies from long ago
Have awoken, deep inside,
Only this time in a new form.
Along with clouds of fear,
And drops of anxiety,
stronger as the heartbeats get faster,
for it is the beginning of a storm.
Should I trust a stranger
That knows me so well
And jump into the water,
Even though I can drown
In a lake of confusion
Where my mind will eventually shatter,
Or should I run away, And wait for the one
That will wake the butterflies once again,
This time gently, without scaring them away,
Being able to bring the rainbow ,
With no need of rain?
As I look in the mirror the rainbow fades,
All I can see is gray.
Forgotten dream that never came true,
Got washed away, in a river of words ,
That I will never be able to say.
Screw LoveI used to buy in to the global conspiracyScrew Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Used to think love was the fairytale dream
A handful of magic dust and blood-red roses
Kisses beneath a glistening moon
I used to believe that once I found love -
If I ever did -
My life would be complete
The last piece of the puzzle would slot into place
And there I would be, fully formed
The girl who had everything
But it wasnt to be
Instead I sit here in my eyrie
Far above the world
Detached, in a cocoon of quicksilver misery
And in my hand I hold my heart
Just look at it
Examine its bruised and bloodied epidermis
The sloughed off flesh, the scars left by
Broken promises and bitter words spoken in the heat
Look at the watermarks where my unshed tears brimmed over
Look how ruined and blemished Love has left it
Screw love - I renounce it
Love to me is blasphemy now
A curse upon my withered flesh
Love is the bane of my embittered existence
And I never want to see her marble face again
For I know the truth now
I have been enlighten
My LoveMy Love.My Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After so long,
You can't feel anymore,
You've had too many bruises,
And so many pains.
So you nearly give up,
To end all the shame.
Soon to the night,
That you can end it all,
You meet someone,
Someone who is...
And you can't pull away.
You feel something inside you spark,
A surprise after being so empty.
You talk to him some,
And everytime you do,
You gain a thirst for more.
Again you see him
And you are so joyed.
You find yourself thinking about him,
In your freetime
And sometimes more.
You want to know everything about him,
And you can't seem to get enough.
Next you talk to him,
And everything brightens.
The more your life goes on,
Happier its gets.
You both start to go out,
And not far between,
You finally admit,
To yourself and to him
You are in love with him,
More than you've ever been.
More of a Fool +SiriusxRemus+"Sirius?"More of a Fool +SiriusxRemus+9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He turned over and propped himself up, his elbow making a large dent in his soft pillow, to look at me. His eyes danced in the moonlight, and were made even more beautiful by the love they reflected.
But...I didn't understand why.
"Hm?" he questioned.
"Sirius, why...why me?" I whispered.
He let out a bark-like laugh. "Is that all you woke me for?"
I flushed, easily embarrassed by my question. Soon he would give me an answer that would make me seem like even more of a fool. But I had to know.
I looked him straight in the eye, trying to ignore his grinning features. "You could have had anyone...even James, if you had wanted him bad enough! So why..."
"Why choose you?" he interrupted, his face hardening in slight annoyance. "Why choose you, the most dangerous creature in the school?"
I flinched at his choice of words, but he was right. I was a monster...I barely even deserved him as a friend.
"First off, I didn't choose you," he continued, "for you can't simply choose to fall in
Mal'ah - HebrewמלאךMal'ah - Hebrew8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
הלילה ארוך כל כך
ואני לא אוותר
על אותה נשיקה אחרונה
שחשבת לתת לי
חכה, אל תלך
תן לי לנשום אותך
עוד שאיפה אחת ממך
אני לא יודעת מי בוכה בי
אישה בודדה או ילדה מאוהב
Before the Real Story BeginsBEFORE THE REAL STORY BEGINSBefore the Real Story Begins8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Once upon a time there was a boy.
He looked like an ordinary boy. He talked and walked like an ordinary boy. He went fishing with his father and chopped wood in the evening just as other boys did. His yellow hair was not unheard of, and his grey eyes not impossible for a boy to have.
One day the boy and his father left the little house in the woods, where he thought they had always lived, and always would. They walked a long time, until they passed out of the woods, and came to a place where the trees were far apart, and a smell of salt was in the air, and the boy could see the great grey sea filling the horizon. They came to a village, and found a little house close to it, on the top of a hill. Its windows were dark, and no smoke came from the chimney on the roof. The boy's father put a few coins in the hand of a man who stood nearby, and they went inside, and lit a fire, a
The Gift of Knowledge The snow was falling again, yet Lërna was not at all annoyed. She rather enjoyed the peculiar whiteness that descended in silence from the wooly clouds above, and she spent the gray mornings wandering contentedly through her sylvan world, observing every detail it had transformed. The only negative aspect she could think of was the new difficulty in finding food. She missed the friendly offerings that had been left for her in the past.The Gift of Knowledge6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She moved delicately on her small, feathered hooves. She was loath to destroy the simple perfection of the millions of mounded snowflakes, and for a brief moment she mused on how fascinating it would be to float above the silvered ground, to avoid marring it so she might continue to witness its flawless beauty. She stood silent, torn between play and reluctance, unable to make her decision. Then she took a deep breath and fe
Bare BonesYou know that saying -Bare Bones7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About skeletons in your closet
Well I dont have mere skeletons
No motley collection of bones for me, oh no
I have a whole cemetery in my wardrobe
Row upon countless row of tombstones
Hiding the bare white bones of turmoil and torment
Scrawled on each marble slab is a significant date
Marking every occasion on which my soul was mangled
Every single day on which I suffered
Every night I was deprived of sleep
Every single time I stumbled to my knees and fell, weeping
Because demons came knocking at my door
And I had nowhere to escape
Oh yes the demons love me
They have made of me their whore
For I am weak and vulnerable to the vultures of degradation
And they love to pick my brittle bones clean
Pecking away every last shred of dignity and delight
And when they are sated at last
Flapping their harpy wings into the blackened sky
There I lie
A sorry and despicable sight
Quivering in a skeletal ball
Like a dying child
Hugging my knees to my bloodied chest
Heaven Help UsHeaven Help UsHeaven Help Us8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The moonlight fell in shafts across the back wall, silver and incandescent through the musty darkness. The bars on the window grated the purity of the gleam into broken shards, illuminating parts of the brickwork and leaving others in deadly shadow. It seemed odd that something so ominous could look so beautiful.
“What will it feel like?”
I dragged my gaze from the baffling pattern of light and turned my head to the boy curled up against my side. He stared up at me through a mop of thick black hair; dyed naturally, but so very fair from fake. His eyes were filled with something beyond fear and seemed liquefied under the glare of the small candle left for us by one of the guards. A pitiful kindness.
“I don't know.” I replied softly, not wanting to wake up the sentry sitting just outside our cell door. But also, I felt as though speaking those words any louder would shatter the illusion we were masquerading under. That everything was fine.
Ce que veulent les femmesCe que veulent les femmes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ce que veulent les femmes.
Varlam sortit rapidement de la pièce en claquant si violemment la porte qu'elle manqua de s'extraire de ses gongs. Non celle-là, vraiment, on ne lui avait jamais faite ! Qu'est-ce qui clochait chez les femmes ? Elles vous tournaient autour, vous séduisaient, vous consommaient et ensuite ? Et ensuite, deux options : ou bien elles vous parlaient serments d'amour et promesses de fidélité éternelle, ou bien elles vous claquaient subitement la porte au nez. N'y avait-il pas créatures plus instables et plus incompréhensibles que les femmes ? Une homme était bien plus simple à comprendre, bien plus cohérent. Quand il couchait avec une femme, rencontrée la veille ou le jour même, il ne fallait pas lui demander d'être amoureux. D'abord, un homme avait besoin d'au moins une à deux semaines pour se rappeler le prénom de la belle alanguie dans s
Girl, Fifteen, To A Lover She'll Never MeetThursday nights are silver screened.Girl, Fifteen, To A Lover She'll Never Meet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At nine, it's time once again to air
the prelude to a dream.
I wait, eyes square, for the immaculate
contours of your face to appear:
the features of a lover I'll never meet.
It seems strange to say
(a kind of admission of defeat),
but to be honest I'm OK
with the pause, rewind, replay
that makes up our relationship.
You have to admit,
knowing I'd never flip
channels or walk out when
you're in a scene
is a devotion, of sorts.
I expect nothing in return.
I know you know nothing of me.
But I can't help but love you;
your close-ups, your scripted smile,
the way you lean towards the screen
of your plastic box and speak
only and always to me.
How could I not - a lonely girl,
curled on the sofa - have eyes
only for you? Think of it
(as I do) as a healthy obsession.
Because it's true, I'll say it,
I think you're perfection.
But don't worry: I'm OK with only
watching from afar, only dreaming
of a touch or a kiss. It's enough
for me just to see you on screen
Life SentenceWhenever a passionate relationship endsLife Sentence7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crumbling apart in smouldering fragments
Or just sliding sadly into the black abyss of oblivion
And youre left alone in your room
Listening to our song
It is then that you look back
Trying to spot what went wrong
And you come to realise that it all boiled down to one thing
One snag in the line
One broken cog
One slowly withering heart
That started the whole miserable death-roll
But it doesnt just happen that way with you alone
For in every failed romance there is always a defining moment
In which a relationship dies
A crucial second
A brief flash of time in which everything changes
And what was paradise swiftly slides into Hell
This moment could be a cruel word
Or the blow of a fist on vulnerable flesh
Or the violation of a trembling figure
Or the corruption of a previously unsullied mind
And once that moment has passed -
It can never be recalled
And you will regret it to the end of your days
Death"Do you fear death?"Death3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute because it will never ever be yours."
"Do you fear death?"
A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night to hear a song, just to remind yourself, you're going to be all right? Over and over again until it doesn't work anymore."
"Do you fear death?"
The invisible chain linked through my fingers, and I closed my tired eyes, this time, hearing the impatience in th
Character Survey: RhistelCharacter Survey: Rhistel4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Rhistel Aidan from Sentes. His real surname got lost, since he was too little to remember it when he was found.
MEANING: "Rhistel" doesn't have any particular meaning, while Aidan means "blessed by the Gods" in the sacred language. Sentes is the village he comes from.
NICKNAME: Among the servitude in his mansion and people of his feud he's often addressed as "bran luth", which means something like "silent/quiet lord", referring to the fact that he almost never speaks or even shows himself around at all. Everyone else just call him with his name, except for Sywyn who calls him "shadowling" or just "bookworm", depending on his mood...
ACTUAL AGE: well.. when the story begins he's 16-17, and will become 22-23 by the end of the events.
RESIDENCE: his feud, about 100 miles from the main city of the human kingdom. Does it makes any sense to you? :°D
AGE APPEARANCE: his own, basically... for now
SPECIES: halfbreed, human/dur'gwath (dark elf)