15. A Man in a Hat15. A Man in a Hat3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What's happening, basically?" I asked again as the boys followed behind me. Hatter was cheerful, jumping about and fussing over me. There was a light in his eyes that looked forced, trying to shine through something that was beginning to eclipse it. I began to believe his madness... Jack was there too, looking thoroughly bored and he kept tapping his foot.
Hatter smiled, "Basically, we're going to go on a lovely little jaunt through the Chessboard Kingdom and hope we're not murdered in our sleep, or while we're awake, or at least not robbed and mugged."
"So it's going to be lovely fun?"
Mary Ann, the maid from before, came up to me with Tillie. "Miss Alice, the Queen informed me that you're to be taken upstairs to have a wash and change your clothes before you leave."
I looked down at myself and r
1. A Man in a Hat1. A Man in a Hat4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Rain, rain go away, come again some other day," my sister sang to herself as she stared out the large window, resting her head in her hands.
"Tillie, what are you doing?"
"I'm asking the rain to go away. I wanna go outside."
I smiled. "I don't know if that's going to work, little sis."
"But it hasta work, Alice! I wanna go to the playground," she pouted, turning around on the window seat to look at me.
Laughing, I sat down next to her and shook bleached white hair out of my eyes. "If Mom doesn't catch us, and you put your rain coat and boots on, then we can go anyway."
"Really?" she asked in astonishment, her blue eyes widening.
When I nodded she grinned, showing the gap in her where her front tooth was supposed to be, and clapped her hands.
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Hearts BreakHearts Break3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A girl with three hearts
And only one is her own,
The Love of two others,
Yet she feels alone
No help from either,
They can only help themselves
What do you do now,
When you're damned to hell?
Stuck in the middle
With no sense of direction
Love isn't beautiful!
It's an infection!
Three hearts, two men,
And one little girl
You should think twice
Before giving Love a whirl
Back to normal, you wish
Well, it's too late
You chose this path
And also your fate
When you're greedy,
Steal all you can take
You must know now...
After Wonderland: The Tea PartyAfter Wonderland: The Tea Party3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alice's Not-so-Adventures in Wonderland
A bitterly cold gust whipped Alice Kingley's straw-colored hair, forcing it to lash repeatedly at her face and neck. She yelped when a particularly traitorous strand nearly cleaved her eyeball in two. This Tea Party was nothing short of torture. Of course, she could pull her hair out of her face, but that course of action involved breaking the pitiful shield her arms provided against the frigid weather. Who knew winters in Underland were so terrible? Sure, the snow made everyone's tea a great deal sweeter, but was it worth numb limbs and blue lips? It was too cold to even build a snowman.
"Hatter!" she called to the other end of the table, blinking away tears in her stinging eye. She was a bit too loud to be considered polite for a tea party, but Wind was a justifiable cause of rudeness in Underland, so she had an excuse if anyone thought to bring it up. "Can't we go inside? We're all freezing our hats off out he
AliceAlice10 years ago in Horror More Like This
Alice - a girl who suffered under a mental ilness called a "Daylight Hallucination Schizophrenia". She often would go to a place called Wonderland. Wonderland indeed existed - it was real, but only in her head, not visible to others. The only one who had acess to Wonderland was Alice. When Alice was little, Wonderland was a much happier place. Alice managed there quite well, but the thing was that Alice and Wonderland where the same. They both depended on each other. So as Alice grew up, so did Wonderla
This is how we existI exist, right at the tipThis is how we exist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of each of your fingers
ready to pour out, every time
and every time,
you tell me what it is that I am.
I exist, (to you) as each perception
a new layer, forms
a thought-infant, this new part of me, being born
is never self-aware, but always
present enough to earn my disgust.
So I exist, but help me forget
that I exist in two separate forms
the same as you do
and the two of us, our sparring pairs
are only the constructs we made
when we thought of each other.
You know I’m down because I flew up
way too high, all at once
and you realize that, so you arm yourself
and come prepared with your perceptions
you built your own ideal of me, so she can stand in my view
blocking the view
so she can pour off of your lips, and be held by you
as the truth a comparison.
I exist, but it’s in the way you wrote me
so write me this way:
I coalesce, with this ball
of blue-black stress, as I rip off
my dress, your skin
and find that beneath these designs
An Imperfect DescriptionIt would be terrible to call her meekAn Imperfect Description3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I wouldn't call her that
for this one particular reason.
Yes, she was often small and quiet
yet although so frequently withdrawn
it was courage she held in her possession.
It was her singular way
of being so utterly brazen
as to join (and not only to join
but to advance!)
The Others' conversation.
With aggression, so tenacious
and with sudden deadly precision
she would be large enough to exist
and to exist among the Faces
without fear of derision
with no desperate evasion.
It was strange, a sharp surprise
to hear this little voice float up
seemingly from a dream's cast off vapor
as she, doubtless soon to be caught and tried
would bear the rarest smile in her eyes
and to all specters become a traitor.
It would be terrible to call her weak
you see, I could never call her that
as with a forward step, a tilt of her head
she would say all that she felt
and become all of what was said.
I'm Not That Type of WomanI'm not the type of womanI'm Not That Type of Woman3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That men write poetry to.
I don't inspire great works,
Or words of beauty and romance.
I'm not the type of woman
That men look at twice.
Too round in the hips
Too grey in the hair.
I'm the type of woman
Who gets things done
Runs the show
Takes care of you (and you, and you).
I will LOL you until I'm crying
And even then will lie
No, really I'm fine
Must be a lash in my eye.
I'm the type of woman that men come to
With problems and questions
Of lovelife or health.
And they cluelessly miss the fact that
While I'm dispensing this advice they require,
Who am I to talk?
I'm not the type of woman that cries in front of anyone.
The cracks in my façade are well-sealed until I am alone.
And I fear that I am not the type of woman
That will ever be loved in that
Sunsets and roses
Devouring, encompassing, love and desire
Of which the great poets write.
I'm afraid I won't ever be that woman either.
But I won't cry
I won't tell you
The NeedMy need is notThe Need2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unlike the shade's,
who, unseen, slips
forth from his grave.
My need is not
so scarce, so strange
and, I have found
is much the same
as his, the dead,
who reaches yet
for life, to steal
a kiss from it.
When I rise
the need lifts me
and pulls me up
though half in sleep
and if that wretch,
who climbed from heck
would bring his teeth
to meet my neck,
he would taste
only my need:
my blood would taste
of coffee bean.
One Last Kiss *Part One*Andy's P.O.V.One Last Kiss *Part One*2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sit on the bed, holding the pillow to my face and sobbing into it. My legs are crossed beneath me, ripped skinny jeans clinging tightly to them. Why would she do this to me? I gave her my heart and she ripped in two effortlessly, as if it were just a crappy scrap of paper.
Maybe that’s all I am- crappy. Everyone always told me that I was an emo faggot and they’re probably right. I should just stop trying. They told me to stop a long time ago- I should have listened. They said that I didn’t deserve to love someone and that I didn’t deserve to be loved. I know that they’re right now- it’s fucking obvious for anyone to see.
I scream out, tears interrupting me again and as I lean forward I hear the click of the doorknob. Why can’t they all just stay away from me?! Can they not read the sign on my door that says ‘KEEP OUT’ or are they just stupid?!
I hear Ashley’s voice and something clicks ins
Hey Ash, do you remember?Ashley Purdy, say this name and a lot of girls will go squealing around. Currently he's the bassist of Black Veil Brides. He's hot, sexy, he's talented, he can sing, he can play guitar, he can play bass He can do everything if he wants to. One thing he can do what he shouldn't be proud of though, is break hearts.Hey Ash, do you remember?3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been four weeks since he had broken up with Kristina, the girl he had been dating for over a year. He loved her, oh yes, he did, and she loved him. He was everything to her, her soulmate, but it didn't seem so the other way around. Ashley found a new girl who he had fallen in love with. First he ignored the feeling, but after a while he gave in to it and told Kristina about it. He still remembers the crying and cursing the day he broke up with her. She was heartbroken, furious, sad, and even more of those feelings. After months of support he dumped her for a girl whose boobs were just a bit bigger and who loved sex just a little bit more than she did. A
Silly ThoughtsI had a silly thought once.Silly Thoughts5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was running. Stealing a frantic glance behind me I saw his silhouette standing motionless. I wove through my surroundings, everything becoming a river of color streaming past, my adrenaline granting me a temporary feat of inhuman speed, as we only experience in fleeing for our lives. I stopped, allowing the trees to drown me in their shadow, hoping it would suffice to wash my scent from the trail, that is, to hide me from that maniac.
I studied the ground as the moon emerged from behind a cloud, ready to mingle with the stars and turn an ear to the wolf. I could admire a statue in that moment; because it was so hard to stay still. But a statue wasn't often chased, I thought. What a wasted skill
I looked up, half panicked and cursed under my breath. What the fuck had I been thinking, allowing myself to day dream (at night) instead of watching for him.
Like, "Why did the moon feel fit to grace me with two sha
Memory of a DreamMemory of a Dream1 year ago in Romance More Like This
I was alone, standing in the middle of a darkened room. The only light came from the moonlight through the windows, shining on the wooden floor. I didn’t take time to look through my surroundings, but from my peripheral vision, the room appeared to be relatively empty, though I could very well have seen furniture in the shadows along the walls.
I walked slowly around the center of the room, biting my lip to keep from crying. What was wrong? Why did I have to feel so depressed? I didn’t know. There seemed to be no remedy to make me feel the way I used to, to feel happy.
I heard slow footsteps coming towards me, and I glanced up, blinking through the hot tears that were already in my eyes, to see Magnus coming towards me. I didn’t know how long he’d been there, and really I didn’t care. I was just so glad to see him.
“Hey,” he said softly as he continued to approach. He didn’t have to
Two Letters Upon a GraveTwo letters upon a graveTwo Letters Upon a Grave3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still is the sound
in the silence all around
Since you, I have found
lying there upon the ground
Your blood is cast here and there,
Bled your name onto the wall
You left me no illusion
what I loved about you most of all
The bed is made and kept
were you restless
or have you slept?
Your face is clean
you must not have wept
A lady unto death
your blood has barely crept
Look at you my love
May I hold you, one last time
My breath you take
In this private wake
Created for only me to find
What was it my dear?
What was so wrong?
What was it you feared?
What was it all along?
I've played out our time
over and over again
Yet I find not one memory
Saying this, the moment when
You set to retire
Took breath from the fire
Did your heart not beat for me then?
Yet when I recall
I only see thy smile
a portrait of serenity.
The rainy days we spent in bed
the paths we walked without an end
the crazy nights we'd paint the town in red
The long days in tranquil silen
Past ShadowsUp until 3 with a mind that won't slow downPast Shadows3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Telling me I'm not okay
I wish you were here
To sing me to sleep
But I've never been so alone
Stranded in the realm of reality
Give me back my innocence
Watch me walk away
From the shadows of my past
Trying to make my way
Beyond the shattered glass
Of what you left behind
When you made up your mind
The sky continues falling as I carry on
Like you never happened
I wish you could see
What you've made of me
But I'm already too far gone
Past the stretch of sanity
I'm no longer innocent
Watch me walk away
From the shadows of my past
Trying to make my way
Beyond the shattered glass
Of what you left behind
When you made up your mind
Her Memory SeepsThe smell of her skinHer Memory Seeps3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feel of her touch
The little things you can't forget
All the things you miss so much
I see it when your dreams tumble over
And she is lying there
Right between us
Her memory seeps into my head
Like a poison devouring my security
A darkness running rampid
Consuming my heart
That you would rather be with her than me
A nightmare of a standoff at crossroads we met
Me standing helpless next to a girl you cant forget
Murderous thoughts mixed with a tinge of Sympathy
Is this Your dream or mine
Do I hold you tight or set you free?
Sometimes I am the better person
Pushing you away to love again
But you beg to stay
As I am walking away
I keep running and hiding till the dream finally ends
Then I lie awake
In your questionable embrace
Wondering if you really know who I am
Looking at you, as if I have never seen you before
Am I enough? Is there something much more?
Tonight I fought her off
The demon cleverly consuming my mind
Took your hand
Made my demands
And ran with yo
afterLifePassion not soon lostafterLife6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hailing sweet crimson honey from flesh,
Severing the root of life
Once cut, twice burdened, death will only
Whet the appetite for Torment's final course.
Hellish dreams, not for waking
Hours, yet living are the grotesque visions
From the Word; the fiery Chasm no more
A distant sense of dread, surreal
Like a written word brought to painted canvas.
A painting titled Inferno
Stricken voices echoed from my cell mates
In this eternal prison on the Burning Plains
And soonest did I know why.
Grim were the fates of those
That Death had brought to cross and dwell in that nightmare realm.
Lo, my eyes opened, the Dark flooded
With Light not from flames tormenting;
For Death had yet not come.
But the crimson manacle remained
A monolith for what death would bring,
Lest I forget to live.
It's Just A Little PrankIt's Just A Little Prank~It's Just A Little Prank3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"It's really a shame, everyone gets pranked except Ichigo! I mean we TRY to prank him back but nothing ever works..." Orihime said with a sigh, "Yeah it's especially not fair because he always pranks us!" Keigo said with a pout, Rukia leaned back and looked at the sky for a moment, "Hm..... well you know... I think I might actaully have a solution of some sort for that..." she mused, making the small circle of people all look at her with hope, "Really? Ichigo is quite a pill around Halloween... if you could really scare him...." Uryuu mused, Rukia smiled, "Mm I will, but I'll need ALL of you to help me," she said with a smirk
Rukia had informed people in the living world AND people in Soul Society about the huge prank she was planning, so she figured it would go pretty well, or atleast she hoped so, it didn't take long to set up either, just a few phone calls and everything was set, now.... she waited...
Rukia hummed quietly to herself as she colored in a Chap
Hippy poemIf you, the world, would be so kindHippy poem4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as to let down your hair
you need not ever be afraid
of all the ants who come invade
of the creatures who come and take
more than you can spare.
If you, the world, could ever let
yourself be free and breathe
the mice and lions of this place
the best and worst of every race
though now they scream and bare their teeth
might hear your breath and quiet then
may hush their many voices then
to step away from the harsh din
and enjoy your many wonders then.
--Our souls sigh...--9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and our hearts
human sight -
You can not
it is there
Oh River Lethe,
sing me to sleep!
Impart a sweet song
that is peaceful and deep...
American McGee's Alice QuotesAmerican McGee's Alice Quotes3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Alice: You've gone quite mangy, cat... but your grin's a comfort.
Cheshire Cat: And you've picked up a bit of an attitude, still curious and willing to learn, I hope.
Cheshire Cat: How fine you look when dressed in rage. Your enemies are fortunate your condition is not permanent. You're lucky, too. Red eyes suit so few.
The Jabberwock: You've kept me waiting, Alice. Have you never heard that punctuality's a virtue?
Alice: You and my dentist's assistant have much in common.
The Jabberwock: You're habitually late, aren't you? Between your dim-witted daydreaming and your preening vanity the hours just fly by; there's barely time for anything else.
Alice: That the best you can do? Hurl second-rate insults? They don't hurt...
The Jabberwock: Your family was expecting you to come to them, weren't they? Perhaps they thought you might warn them of the danger... being close to the source as you were. But they waited in vain, didn't they and died for their trouble.
Alice: We were all asleep. It