The Fall"My parents are jerks," she said with a whip of blonde hair. The girl took a sip of her coffee. "I mean, seriously."The Fall1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What this time?" Mel asked. Mel hadn't seen Jessie since January, and here it was May, and they'd finally managed to get together in their favorite coffee shop. When they both graduated high school, Jessie had went away to college while Mel stayed behind, getting a job and an apartment on her own. Neither of them had ever liked the idea of college (Jessie perhaps even more so than Mel), but Jessie's parents had had higher expectations for her than Mel's had. Mel rolled her eyes at Jessie's statement about her parents. They were paying for her education (or at least they had been) and cared for her in a way that Jessie often overlooked, yet she still managed to find fault.
"You know how I flunked out this semester? Well, they said I have two weeks to get out of their house!
MEGA Character Profiler+++++++++++++++++++++MEGA Character Profiler3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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The Deceaseddo we keep the deceased in our heads?The Deceased2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In little chambers in our hearts?
do they sit in living rooms waiting
for teatime? waiting for us
to visit them?
we imagine what they would say to us,
our brothers, mothers, fathers, sisters,
friends and mentors.
or rather, what we could say to them
if they would hear us across the void.
their curly wisps are found at every turn,
from photographs, to memories, to those tombs
where air no longer reaches their lungs,
and no longer need to.
we hope they listen.
we hope they hear us.
a funeral is never the final goodbye.
there never is a final goodbye, is there?
we keep the deceased in our heads,
in little chambers in our hearts.
they sit in living rooms waiting
for teatime, waiting for us
to visit them behind locked doors.
KOA: Blank ApplicationsName:KOA: Blank Applications1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Titles Held: (Ex. General of The North or Princess of Calvary and Archery )
Ten Sayings: (You can have more if you want)
Extra's InformationalADD if you want)
Victory and DefeatThat silly game, once playedVictory and Defeat2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The endless innocent lover's tirade
I love you, I love you more
There is no winner, is no score
No one expects to beat the other
My heart is that of my lover
Each already knows the answer
But what if this heart had a cancer?
Whispering thine lover's name
Not all lovers love the same
As they tarry, back and forth
Some opposites attract, South and North
No one saw it then, of course
That even with this powerful force
We were already set in our ways
That silly game numbered our days
'I love you more', that last time said
That force which lived, now is dead
As the rain falls all is quiet
Even though my heart denies it
When, everytime in games before
You'd responded 'No I love you more'
This time, no response from you
Because the words I spoke, now were true
This is the way it ends, see
That which was sown, now is reap'd
You were my greatest victory
and I your greatest defeat
Because you've made me Love youYou make me laugh,Because you've made me Love you10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you make me cry,
you make me pretty in my mind
and to everything else, blind.
But out of all the things you do, you've
made me love you.
Like your shadow when you walk
past, I follow the steps you take, I
walk in your shoes, I
understand you. Sometimes it's
not as comfortable as I
would like but I do it because you've
made me love you.
I know that my jokes aren't funny
and that I may be sensitive and emotional
and I'm not really anybody beautiful
and as positive as you make me be for you I
still see the truth in the world.
Even if it's not happy but you've
made me love you.
And I'd do anything for you.
But you don't know I love you the way I do and in fact you
must not know. Because I fear you wouldn't love me
Not the way I love you.
I'll never tell you until you tell me first but,
but what if you're just feeling the same about me but
what if you're thinking these same thoughts then
who goes first?
you wouldn't love me. Not in a
AssemblageAssemblage4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Joseph stopped a few steps into the lab, the scuffing of his feet unusual against the normally pristine floor of the room.
"Sean, why is there sand all over the floor?"
His lab partner's head poked out from behind the pile of boxes obscuring a bench top on the other side of the room.
"Hey Joseph, you've got to come see this. It's making things out of sand."
Joseph worked his way around the maze of tables and stools that had been haphazardly dragged out of the way to form a clearing at the center of the lab. As he neared his partner, he could make out piles of what looked like...
"Glass. It's making glass things out of sand, actually. I'm not sure what the pattern is, maybe it's all some kind of history lesson. Some of these appear to be knives, or swords and such. Some might be armor pieces, like this helmet." Sean hoisted a large translucent dome shaped roughly like a helmet, but half again as large as either of them could fill with their own head. "The guy that wore this must have be
Lessons From LettersThe handwriting spills across the page. The ink is permanently marked on the paper, not to be erased by conventional pencil erasers. There are many pages, but they are seperated in one to two page increments. Each one is nestled in its own envelope, sent to me from various times in the past.Lessons From Letters2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The writing that has spilt onto the pages and the envelopes is large and nearly illegible. I mistakenly showed someone this writing once. They laughed and said it looked like a five year old had written the words on the paper. In a way, she was right, but it was rude for her to point it out in such a way.
In fact, the man writing the letters is the same age I am, and I am no longer a child. I have proven my maturity to myself, if I haven't to everyone else. Yet, to read his letters to me would be assuming that he was still a child. The words are large and lopsided, and I could write three times as much as he does on one page.
The letters themselves, as I read them again, have an air of repeating th
Adventure Time with MLnPG ch3Adventure Time with MLnPG ch32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A day passed with little activity, the normal routine of the land off Aaa passing along with little notice. The prince had made good by his word and had ridden Lord Monochromicorn to see his friend, still slightly sore and worn out from the long night out. The animals hung around together for a time while Prince Gumball caught up with his friend, Fionna. He explained the little adventure he'd had with the undead bassist and how he was curious about the vampire's behavior. Fionna was still under the weather but only offered advice, assuring the prince that he didn't know enough about Marshall Lee to have a proper understanding of the night-walker. The candy man took this to heart as they finally departed to return home, where he spent the rest of the day carrying out his normal orders. The issue of the next celebration came up, and he was left to design the theme and reasoning as he retired to his room shortly after supper.
He climbed the stairwell with his clipboard and pen
Why I Was QuietI was at a loss for words,Why I Was Quiet10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until you slapped me.
And then I was full of words,
That just refused to flow.
Not AloneUnwanted.Not Alone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is that how you feel, too?
Not even sure what I did,
But apparently it was wrong.
You too, huh?
Well, for me,
I followed my instinct
And did what I thought was right…
What about you?
It’s ok. You can tell me.
We’re both sitting here being hurt anyway.
You don’t say?
Sounds pretty rough.
You’ve been through a lot.
Don’t worry, you’re not the only one.
I’m sure you’re not the only one.
And if you are…
Because I’m here, too.
People can fake things really well.
Don’t be fooled by those
Everyone is fighting a war inside them right now.
Everyone includes you.
TheStressfulApprentice(Chapter 1)Chapter 1-TheStressfulApprentice(Chapter 1)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prince Gumball scribbled his signature on the last document of the day and lay it neatly on the stack. He let out a tired sigh and ran his fingers through his soft, gummy lockes. He pushed his chair back and brushed his silk pant legs off before getting up and pushed his office chair back into its position under the desk.
Gumball made his way through the grand halls of the Candy Castle and finally pushed open the candy incrested double doors to his bedchamber. He sashayed his way to his walk-in closet and slid his dress-pants off and folding them sloppily, then set them in a basket for dirty clothing. He pulled on his silky dark-pink-and-light-pink striped pajama pants and replaced his button-up dress shirt and vest with a plain light-pink tee.
He finished tidying up his room and sat gracefully on his bed, pulling the covers up to his neck and grabbing his reading glasses and copy of "Candy Kingdom Lore" off of the nightstand. He slid the glasses onto his face and flipped to
Adventure Time with MLnPG c5p2Adventure Time with MLnPG c5p22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5, Part 2
The air was crisp and cool through the land of Aaa, and the day was drawing into its afternoon phase, setting the sun lower in the sky. Going through his laundry list of people to thank, the young candy prince was down to his last person. Knowing the night-walking teen would be more willing for a visit later into the day, Prince Gumball saved him for last, wanting to be in his company the longest anyway.
When finally he found his way to Marshall's doorstep, he turned to his trusty unicorn and bid him to retire back to the palace for the evening; after all, he planned on staying late and the vampire could always fly him back to the Candy Kingdom. Lord Monochromicorn nosed his boy's shoulder as if telling him to be safe and enjoy his evening before turning and taking off into the radiant evening sky. Gumball smiled as he watched the steed disappear into the stratosphere before stepping up to the night-walker's door and giving it a polite knock.
He could hear something o
Metric MindI am thinking in poetry.Metric Mind4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
This sounds romantic;
Like my mind is singing
Sonnets of soothing sound
Quartets of calming concepts.
It is not romantic.
It is disjointed; dramatic pauses
Line breaks and punctuation
Crashing through the quiet.
Today is not a good day.
It is a day that calls for poetry
Bleak, fragmented splashes
Of life on a page that begs to be burned.
And I am so tired. So very tired.
On other days it comes easy;
Strength and straight sentences,
Life lived in clean cut prose.
But not today.
'Till Death Do Us PartWhen you died, you killed me.'Till Death Do Us Part4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Victor's Skeletal ChristmasVictor Von Haderlitz walked down the cobblestone path towards the small cottage that stood on the hill. Why a client so close to the holidays? he couldn't help but thinking. Ah, well. Clients were useful. Clients made money, after all, and Victor was after the money, as well as the joy in torturing hapless victims with his skills.Victor's Skeletal Christmas2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man approached the door and knocked somewhat loudly six times, then a softer seventh knock, as was custom. This secret knock was so that clients would know who he was; after all, the last thing Victor wanted was to be chased out of town because of a slight misunderstanding on his client's part. Thankfully, his heavyset "customer" soon came to the door.
Victor bowed and stated, "Good evening to you, Mr. Taylore. I'm here at your request for my services?" He tipped his hat at the man.
Mr. Taylore merely nodded and opened the door wider to allow Victor to slink in. The other man sat at the modest kitchen table and motioned for Victor to sit down. He did so,
Mirror FloorI danced upon a mirrored floor,Mirror Floor10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That shone like glassing ice.
A darting twin me danced upside down with myself,
The two of us spun in figures of rhythm,
As we casted flower petals about.
One tossing upwards,
The other tossing down.
I want to see.I know it's sick.I want to see.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I know it's bad.
But I want to see you hurt,
See you desperate and mad.
Listening to fighting,
Hear their angry scream.
Cover your ears,
And fight the bad dreams.
See you struggle,
See you fall.
See you hate them,
Hate them all.
Watch you be taunted,
See you run away fast.
Cover your wrists,
Hide your past.
Live in terror,
Yes, In fear.
Whimper in a corner,
Wondering why you're hear.
See you cringe,
Because you know they'll hit.
See you cry,
And scream "FUCK IT!"
You're life's a mess,
See you fall apart.
Watch you live,
With a broken heart.
I want this to happen,
So maybe you can see.
Maybe you'll know,
How it feels to be me.
In the end it's always the sameWe have to talkIn the end it's always the same1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You go ahead
Without hesitance I follow you
What have I done wrong
Where did I go
That I turn in circles
You explained to me
That you know everything better than I do
And I know you do
Right or left
Where have I not been
You go on
Without turning around
You know way too much of me
Doesn't matter how far
Doesn't matter how long
In the end it's always the same
I am here
And you are there
Even though I was right behind you
Half a DialogueNOTE: The following conversation is between a mentally unbalanced woman and her therapist, where only the woman's side of the conversation is recorded. A word of warning though, there is a brief cuss word in here, along with some disturbing images about blueberries. I didn't really think either one was really strong enough to warrant a complete censorship, but still felt that it needed a warning, so here it is.Half a Dialogue6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
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You're new here......that means your crazy off the lunar landing chart knock-bonk
Dress upIf I painted my lips,Dress up5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lined my eyes,
rouged my cheeks,
would it look like I stole,
some other lady's mask?
Adventure Time with MLnPG ch1Chapter 1:Adventure Time with MLnPG ch12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A sweet, warm breeze wound its way lazily through the fluffy marshmallow fields and gumdrop forests of the Candy Kingdom at the heart of the land of Aaa. The realm's sugary prince sat alighted atop a rock-candy boulder in the middle of a gently swaying meadow of red licorice beside his favorite adventurer, passing their down time making shapes of the cotton-candy clouds that passed by overhead. Prince Gumball leaned back, tucking his hands behind his head, weaving his fingers through his bright pink hair and sighing.
"You know Fionna, it's hard to believe that there's a whole world out there beyond the mountains where everything isn't made of candy. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't look up at the sky and know the clouds were all sweet."
"Yeah, and it stinks when you can't roll over and eat the grass." To prove her point, Fionna grabbed a strand of the red rope and put it between her teeth, chewing softly. "Too bad Cake can't have any. Last time she got into the chocola
Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball Anniversary BlitzWith a rather long checklist in hand, Prince Gumball paced before the massive double doors of the palace's grand dining room. Trying to calm her majesty's fraught nerves, Peppermint Maid followed closely behind him, trying to assure him that everything would be alright. Gumball had been worrying himself into a tizzy for the past week, planning and scratching and re-planning the impending evening, but each time he thought he'd gotten things settled, he'd second guess himself and start over; the whole process was very demanding on not only the young prince, but also his waiting staff.Marshall Lee/Prince Gumball Anniversary Blitz2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His original idea had been to turn the affair into a grand gala; a regal affair with beautiful gowns and clean-cut suits. The food would be exquisite, the wine rich, and the company cut from the highest tier of society. But as he was in the midst of organizing an extravagant feast, he stopped and rethought the entire event. Completely disregarding his o