The Skeleton Keys - three: bunny hunterThe Skeleton Keys - three: bunny hunter1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Skeleton Keys
three: bunny hunter
* A story by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by Maria Amanda Schaub *
"Wanna see me naked? So go down into the rabbit hole!" said the rabbit.
So I tried to. It couldn't be too dangerous.
in the flow
The MansionThe Mansion1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a warm night as the full moon glowed brightly and brilliantly. A nude and elegant beauty was relaxing on the roof of a small cottage. Her porcelain skin glimmered under the light of the moon. The strands of silver in her hair sparkled radiantly as her fingers combed through her silky locks that cascaded from her head. Her appearance was every bit of perfect. Not a single scar nor rash shown on her body. Even her breasts appeared like they were sculpted by the gods.
Her glossy, peach lips curled into a smile of contentment as she stood to view her surroundings. She then inhaled and exhaled the night's scent as the wind began to pick up. As a mysterious shadow darted passed her, she gasped. She looked around her to see who or what it was, but there was not a soul in sight.
Suddenly, she became tense and felt her body freeze, refusing to move. The shadow had reappeared and moved a few feet behind her. The beauty shed a tear as her frozen body went limp. She mentally braced herself
FateFate2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Night sky was cold and black, and underneath her ebony veil rested a small town in a valley shrouded in shadows and gently touched by the moons borrowed light. Cries arose from the town square and drunks spilled out of the nearest pub, singing and chanting of heroes long gone. The night was filled with celebration but the cause didn't matter, a new King meant no more than the last one, the only thing that mattered was good mead and roast goose to fill their bellies. Any reason for celebration is a good enough, and no amount of snow on the ground had ever stopped a drunkard from getting his fill.
So no one really noticed the man emerge from the dark narrow street and no one noticed him slipping his dagger back into his belt. Tonight was not a night for observation, it was a night of joy and merriment for most. He calmly walked away from the narrow street, staggering a little from the wine in his gut, his dagger glistened wet with fresh gore and his hands we
The Ugly TruthThe Ugly Truth3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Ugly Truth
We shut our ears
We close our eyes
And live in Blissful IGNORANCE
If we knew the truth,
Our minds would rot
Our ears would bleed
And our eyes would be singed from our skulls
The ugly truth has been ignored
We don't want to face it
The world that does not exist
Lives in our mind
And dwells in our hearts
But that world is the true poison
Which infects others like a disease
That world that does not exist is a lie
Yet it is better than ours
The truth is real
Which will you choose?
Maiden in BlackGolden light crowns the Maiden in Black at sunsetMaiden in Black2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In sylvan silence she awaits her Prince of Death
Like an Earthbound Persephone longing for
the thunderous coming of Hades to carry her off
into the lovingly serene bliss of a grave's embrace
Once she was a young girl, deeply in love
Once she had her Prince, a simple boy
Adolescent innocence broken by disapproval
Demands to prove his love with a dowry Quest
He gave his word that he would return
and be ever true to their shining love
With Love's last kiss she vowed her heart
to forevermore await his Ring of Union
And wait she did, steadfast and true
even with the return of sorrowful news
Her lover, sunk beneath foreign waves,
to nevermore awake in his watery grave
Rosy light bathes the Maiden in Black at sunrise
In sylvan silence she awaits her date with Death
Like a rock bound Andromeda longing for
the wave-borne arrival of Perseus to carry her off
into the serene stillness of her Lover's embrace
The Skeleton Keys - one: jesus walksThe Skeleton Keys - one: jesus walks2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Skeleton Keys
one: jesus walks
* A story by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by Nikolas B. *
Close to the water I felt strange. There were no birds singing in the trees, and the sun seemed to faint every moment. Light was a trick.
"Shake it all off!", she said. "Just do it like a tree in winter, and then dance in complete silence."
I did so, because when my mother spoke to me, she was always right, and I trusted her.
Father was a different case. When I looked up to him, he decided to nail me on the cross, and he too did it in complete silence. He drove the nails in too deep, and he did it within seconds that felt like an eternity.
My hands hurt like hell, and my feet became numb, but he still held me 'cause I needed to stand, and when I listened, she told me a secret and gave me a promise about a place that was made in the heavens just for me:
The many asked themselves
insanitySomeone take me to the world of dreams instead of this reality because everything I do brings me to my knees to say "someone end it please", theres nothing here for me, every time I sit and listen screams are all I hear and your happiness it makes me sick then all this screaming sounds like music, There's an iron smell of blood in the air But I can't find it anywhere ,staring blankly at the sun wondering when my time will come and the crows they sit there waiting seeing if death I keep evading ,now I only see you on the floor Your heart's not beating anymore My lust for you just cannot wait Your skin it tastes like chocolate and now I'm Losing all my holy dreams Someone tell me what they mean your Blood's flavor is so metallic It's smell makes me go phrenetic There's an iron smell of blood in the air And now I see it everywhere.insanity3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
the worst feeling...The worst feeling you'll ever feel is sitting next to the person who means the world to you knowing that you mean nothing to them like a thousand pins and needles in your chest,like being burned alive or like falling forever or worse like seeing them suffer because of you,i can't really describe the feeling but now you have an ideathe worst feeling...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
to all the girls out thereTo all the girls out thereto all the girls out there3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in track pants, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, "thats her"....
PAIXAO DESESPERADAEnfim desnuda e fria descansaPAIXAO DESESPERADA1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
à luz morna das estrelas do ocidente
mas no sono, erótica, ela dança
pelo amado distante, vão, ausente...
E sonha com os beijos bem ardentes
de quem habita seu peito maltratado:
seus olhos marejam lágrimas silentes
regando um rosto belo e inconformado.
Lisboa dorme opaca e insatisfeita
no silêncio irreal do teu desejo...
vencido regressa -mudo- o navegante
de uma terra outrora já perfeita,
enquanto tua alma desce o Tejo
na busca inconseqüente de teu amante.
Black SwanI am a black swan, and I am different.Black Swan1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The other swans, the white ones, pluck my feathers and ridicule me. But it's nothing new. I ran away from them and hid.
The geese, who are lesser versions of us, mocked my coloring. They called me a graceful disaster... and we had never met before then.
I am a black swan, but I am the same.
We are all graceful.
We are all admired.
We are all beautiful.
I am a black swan, but I am unique.
Everyone may mock, and everyone may sneer.
Some may pluck me, others will kick me.
But I am different for a reason.
I am different, because I'm my own person.
I am different, because I have a destiny elsewhere.
I am different, because my story has only just begun.
I am different, because I choose to be.
No one on this earth can change that.
torn beetweenI'm torn between a wingless angel and a lacerated soultorn beetween3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
one is kind at heart but is being tormented by something I can't yet Identify and the other
seeing her was a dream come true one night she was in my head the next she was a reality I've never heard anything like it
and now I think there might even be a third
No MercyNo MercyNo Mercy3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
There's no mercy for me, my nightmares become my dreams, no mercy for me, makes me wanna take myself down six feet, but no worry for me I feel the light shine down and damn me, there's no mercy for me, my memories come back to haunt me and my mistakes come back to bite me, I feel the dark coming back to take me and I go just to feel free ,but I can't cause there's no mercy for me, I feel my fear tear me straight from my reality and I can't wait for the angels to come down and kill me so then I can finally be free and that's the end of my story
MasksWe all wear masks.Masks1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The purpose is to keep us safe.
But it holds us back.
More Then What it Seems part 13Elena's POVMore Then What it Seems part 131 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I curled up with Sally on my bed, resting my head on her chest listening to the relaxing melody of her heart beat. I closed my eyes as she rubbed my back.
I felt so safe back in a place I know and remember so well.
It's like nothing happened, I fell asleep after a while, falling into dream land.
A girl was sitting on the bench overlooking the lake, the sun was setting and the breeze was starting to pick up quickly. I walked up and sat down next to her. how is she not cold? I thought to myself, she was in black shorts and converse, her hair was down but pulled over her left shoulder, she was looking down at her hands where a small picture frame held a picture of her and another girl, I couldn't make out what the other girl looked like, she was blurred out. The only thing I could make out was that the other girl in the picture had long purple hair. Kinda like mine.. I touched my hair and twisted it between my fingers feeling nervous for some reason.
She sighed and looked up a
Lourdes of Loki - part 1Lourdes of Loki - part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Okay - My name is Lourdes, daughter of Loki. And this is my story.
First of all, people do mistake me for Paris Hilton. That's all just a genetic accident, I promise. As far as I know, she's not related to any of my odd family members. Should be on the mothers side in such case, I assume, however since I never knew my mother, I cannot answer for that. Apparently she was my father's private secretary for a brief time back in the early nineties. And a bit more than 'secretary' as you probably can figure out. Then, when she got pregnant, she left that baby me, with father and ran away, never to be heard of again. And only thing I have left from her is a blurry photo where she poses together with Thor's wife Sif, before the sex change, drinking pinacoladas on some beach in Saint Tropez.
Yeah, Sif used to be a bloke once. Josif Abdul Amar. Kinda good looking dude, of Moroccan origin, don't know why he decided to become a woman, but I guess that's something she's going to keep