Kissing in the rain.And when we're in a middle of a fight,Kissing in the rain.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your lips come crashing down on mine.
Those are the things I miss.
Music Again Chapter 17Music Again Chapter 175 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 17: What to Do in Case of an Emergency on an Elevator
"Okay, just, over this way..."
Adam led me to a limo. "Where are we going and why are you so dressed up!?" I was slightly impatient and anxious, but very excited. Adam was in a tux, his hair spiked up, he looked gorgeous. I, on the other hand, looked like a slob. I felt embarrassed. "Please don't tell me we're going to some fancy party; I don't have anything nice on..."
"No, no, honey, no party." He stuck his hand under his tux and felt around for something. The item? Adam seemed to have felt it, gave himself a brisk nod, and slid his hand out. I looked at him with a quizzical look, wondering what he was planning to do with this item.
The trees and houses passed the limo as we drove by. Camilla, Monte, and Longineu seemed to know what was happening. They even winked at Adam on the way out. What is this stupid secret nobody will tell me!?
"Adam, my birthday is--"
"October 18th, I know, this is no birthday party."
I thought h
Music Again Chapter 5Music Again Chapter 55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5: Discovery
Finally, the concert was over. Adam took the microphone from his mouth. My head was burning. I couldn't wait to head on home. Adam put his hand on Kris's shoulder and lead him backstage. Something seemed wrong. I snuck behind the stage, following Adam's comforting voice.
"Kris, come closer." I heard Adam saying things like he would to me before we were together. My heart seemed to stop as his voice rung in my ears.
"Why don't you want to be with me, Kris? You'll get tons of new fans, honey. Forget Katy. Divorce her, or something. I'm open."
I couldn't bare it any longer. My eyes started forming a mist of tears. Feeling all of the pain in my head melt to my heart, I turned heel and ran.
I pushed past Lisa, the first tears trailing down my cheeks. "Tommy?" Lisa first asked uncertainly, but saw I was running to the door at a fast pace. "Tommy!" She screamed and ran after me.
I crashed through the door and grabbed my car keys, pressing the unlock button. My heart was
Music Again Chapter 3Music Again Chapter 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3: Awakening
I groaned and my eyes opened slowly. My head hurt like hell, but a cool, wet rag was spread across it. Adam was hovering over me. His eyes were full of worry. "You're awake," he sighed of relief.
Lisa was there too. "If you remember, you smashed your face into a closed door." Everything was spinning, and finally it all came into focus. "That's one nasty bruise you have on your head," Lisa informed me as she lifted the rag slightly. Heat burned my head as the rag was lifted off. "Ow," I exclaimed and Lisa carefully put the rag back. "Sorry," she apologized. The relief of cool water came back to my skin.
Adam placed his hand on mine and looked at me, unsure if I was okay. I gave him a reassuring smile and he sighed. "You had me scared out of my skin," Adam whispered. Lisa nodded. "Literally," she added, "The second you slammed into the door, Adam shot out of his seat and flew down to you like a torpedo. It was like, first he was sitting next to me, and then I blink
Master Plan Chapter 19Master Plan Chapter 195 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 19: Valentine's Day
"Don't open your eyes yet!" Adam's warm hands were draped over my eyes. "What is it you want to show me so badly!?" I complained as Adam kept telling me to walk forward. "Just keep going," He reminded me.
"Okay, open your eyes."
My eyes flew open to a room. Not just any room. It had fire in the fireplace going, candles around the room, and it smelled like warm vanilla. The lights were dimmed. A bunch of rose petals and candles surrounded a little box in the middle of the room. Adam's hands were on my shoulders and I felt his hot breath on my neck. "Happy Valentine's Day," he whispered. My heart was defiantly pounding. I slowly walked over to the gift. "Can I open it?" I asked Adam. "Whenever you want, Glitterbaby." He murmured sexily.
I smiled and pulled the red, silk ribbon off of the silver, glittery and sparkling box. The tag said: "I love you, Tommy. -Adam" I sighed silently and gently slid the velvet box from the dazzling wrapping paper. I opened the l
What are they....What are they....3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You don't know me right now, but trust me, I look just like you!
Let me tell you about myself!
I'm a boy, that has brown hair, and blue eyes just like you mommy!
You don't know me but when you figure out who I am, I bet you well be proud and happy!
Today you told daddy about your little tube that appeared a cross after you urinated.
You seemed to be surprised to me!
When you told dad he seemed angry.
I don't think you noticed though.
You said later that night that you enjoyed and loved me so.
I love you too Mommy!
The next day, daddy had a weird smell in his mouth... He punched you.
And he hurt you. I heard your heart that soothed me to sleep, is now beating really fast!
I got scared. You jumped back and put your hands on me to protect me.
I don't like daddy. He is scary. The other day he came up to you and apologized.
I still think he is a bad man. When I grow up, I will make sure no one will hurt you!
Tonight, you didn't talk to me or touch me, or even sing. You usually do,
Music Again Chapter 11Music Again Chapter 115 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 11: Cinnamon Rolls
"And they're alive!" Longineu announced and I laughed. Adam played with my bangs and pushed my wheelchair to the table. I couldn't wait to get into crutches. I'd finally be able to play my bass guitar again.
A pang of sorrow stabbed at my heart. I missed my guitar. It seemed like ages ever since I've strummed the notes and heard the heavenly music flow through my ears.
Before I knew it, a plate of cinnamon rolls with icing dripping off the sides was placed before us all. The luscious scent drifted into my nose and I eagerly grabbed three of them.
"Whoa, Tommy, we're hungry too!" Lisa complained as the three brown rolls with the most icing plopped on my plate. I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm injured. The injured go first."
She gaped. "Oh no you didn't!" Monte snorted and cracked up in laughter. Longineu joined in seconds later and then Adam. Lisa sounded like a high school girl. She soon started laughing too, and by then Monte had tumbled out of his chair an
Ways to annoy Cinema Bizarre1. Hit Shin everytime he speaks and yell "You be quiet! Darn, It's none of your business!"Ways to annoy Cinema Bizarre6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. Convince Kiro that he's diabetic and burn his beloved candies in front of him.
3. Next time Luminor feels down, pat him in the arm and tell him, "Don't think of yourself as an ugly person...better yet, think yourself as a gorgeous monkey!"
4. Hit Strify with his pimp stick
5. Claim that the voices made you do it.
6. Pull Yu's hair.
7. When you're running errands, loose yourself on purpose. After 30 minutes (enough time to make them go bezerk) appear with an ice-cream and demand where were they.
8. Everytime Strify comes into the room, start chanting "Roses are red, violets are blue. God made me pretty, but what happened with YOU???!!!!"
9. Tell Kiro that he's so ugly that if he entered an uglyness contest, they'd tell him 'Sorry, no professionals.'
10. Throw a red ball square at Yu's forehead for an hour.
11. When he demands why did you do that, burst in tears and run to your room.
12. Write a
WastelandWasteland3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eliot hunched his shoulders against the wind, the relentless sand picking at the seals of his gloves and headgear trying to find a way inside. He watched the glow of the sun disappear beyond the horizon, his waking period now fully begun.
It had been weeks since he'd seen another soul, perhaps years. Who kept count of such things anymore anyways?
The last city he'd abandoned to the ravages of this dust bowl planet had been a graveyard, he'd taken what he could carry, what little food and fresh water remained before the decay and vermin forced him back into the desert, back to his search for living humans.
There had to be more, they were so prolific on this rock before the coming, had spread so far, achieved so much. He'd visited countless monuments to the species' achievement here, each sprawling steel and glass expanse a testament to human drive and ambition, each barren, vacant ghost-town a reminder that the planet doesn't welcome strangers, doesn't tolerate intrusion.
Wait for meWait for me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You pulled my body to yours
Your lips taste like June
And your skin like summer rain
Wait for me,and I'll come-soon.
I want to know your dreams.
The ones on the inside of your eyelids
Those wrapped into the smell of my lashes
And the purple dust I'll always need.
I live for the touch of your fingers.
Then,our bodies start to burn.
I need you close,so close.
Wait for me,and I'll return.
Don't let the snow take our love.
Without your love,there is no me.
Cause I have no ordinary lucks.
And I have no ordinary sins.
You should know I'll always be there.
We left marks on each other's skin.
For us,there is no end.
I'll stand beside you when you leave.
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
I Have The Letters.I Have The Letters.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have the letters, I just can't find the words.
According to the Oxford dictionary there are 171,476 words in the English language currently in use. You'd think out of 171,476 words, thousands of songs and endless quotes, and whatever else it is that people use nowadays to get the point across; I could find the means to put a simple sentence together.
I hate those days.
The days when the words have no flow. There is no rhythm, no rhyme. Just an endless thought process, jumbled and unable to make any sense of things. I don't understand. Words have always been easy. I've never been at a loss of what to say. And when I can't create my own, there are song lyrics. Chances are your feelings are not unique. Everyone has felt like you at one point or another. There is someone out there who can relate. You just don't know this yet. Or maybe you do. But as soon as I start thinking about this I am at a loss.
The letters are there. I just can't find the words I need. The words I need to make you
Getting Published the Hard WayGETTING PUBLISHED: THE TRADITIONAL WAYGetting Published the Hard Way5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
A tutorial by M. Alice Chown
If, like me, you have stories lying around gathering virtual dust on your hard drive, why not send them out to a publisher? You have nothing to lose. A couple of years ago, I attended the launch of an annual Canadian short story anthology, called Tesseracts 10. I knew one of the authors whose speculative fiction piece had been included in the book. Matthew Johnson and I had taken the same creative writing course. Our former prof, author, Robert Sawyer, was there at the launch too, as well as the editors of the anthology. Those who had contributed a story to Tesseracts 10 took turns saying a few words about their piece. Matt talked about his joy at learning that after so many rejections his humble tale about soup of all things had made it into print. Most surprising to me, however, were the words of the pretty, brunette author. She was just 19, a University of Toronto student, and her short story had been her very first
DreamtakerDreamtaker3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
SLIPPING Slipping slipping
I almost had it right in my palms
AWAY Away away
My eyes open wide like my lungs
GASPING Gasping gasping
Accumulated back into this world as I awake
PAIN Pain pain
Gathering the moments of the dream before it fades
REAPING Reaping reaping
My desired world is always taken from me
FAITH Faith faith
I never wanted it to be make belief
FEELING Feeling feeling
That unaware sensation is being ripped
BLAME Blame blame
But it's as if I am the one that is torn to shreds
Picked On..Picked On..3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you make fun of me
My feeling you can not see
Tears running down my heart
ripping me all apart
Not on the outside but in
something time can't even mend
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust
not much we can do about itnot much we can do about it3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you remember when you were young?
When the world seemed so bright.
The stars shined ever so bright every night.
You were happy to just play all day,
Never knew you were wasting your life away.
You were a child,
and to you the future was so bright.
You couldn't wait to grow up and make a difference,
to show the world who you were.
But then you grew up.
You had to go to school.
Your wild spirit was labeled as a mental defect.
You were told to shut up and sit down.
They didn't care what you stood for,
because you were a child,
and children don't know what they're talking about, right?
Through the years you were told you were wrong so many times,
you believed it yourself.
You believed that you were stupid,
that you needed to work harder and pay better attention.
But that didn't work did it?
So you were still labeled.
years passed and the labels grew,
Monster InsideMonster Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monster inside her weakens her
Takes away the happiness of life,
And her genuine smile,
Replacing it with a fictitious, fake mask,
Worn only in front of family and friends.
It wears her down, from the inside out,
A demon inside taking control of her body,
Banishing her out,
Making her feel as if she is a spectator in her own body
She is devoid of all content emotions:
Happiness, joy, excitement.
Yet the ruthless emotions stay,
As if feeding the creature within each passing day:
Heartbreak, pain, anger, fear
Walking in a vast expanse of darkness,
All she can do is search,
Day and night,
For that small light full of hope,
Full of meaning,
That will lead her to her old self,
The person she used to be.
I was able to imagine,
To live in my own little world of imagination.
I could actually smile
Without putting on an act for others.
I felt as if there was a meaning to life,
But now there's nothing important enough in my life to live for.
But, most importantly,
I had my
Star VoyageStar Voyage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feeling of Angels,around my being,
Sensations of heavenly sanctuary.
New spirit and sightings;
Transported: flung into the whimsical cosmos,
Waves of stars, waters of energy;
I ride along the galactic coast.
I'm spreading my wings to reach your lights-
a voyage through this cosmic night.
Your strong, astonishing arms lead me there,
I fly blissfully, with you I don't fear.
Stars painted in my eyes...
a soulistic pen writes and scribes.
It writes the universe, spiritual desire;
a mystic flame, a mysterious fire.
It describes the power; heavenly courts of the unknown
the fantastic stars-capes which decorate God's throne.
"Not yet! I don't want to come back here!"
I close my eyes, to cry silvery tears...
You say I can return to this cosmic ride,
For I carry with me; a spirit inside...
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
BountyBounty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This gorgeous glut of bounty
buried beneath heaven's gate
in golden goblets
of summer fruit -
honey clings in wisps
and ripe figs
bend the boughs of trees
where you shelter from the crowd
turned out to feast
upon the landscape.
And I shall bring you bread and wine,
the warm day's haze of flesh
swelling your belly
under my fingers
like the galleons
left guarding the late summer wheat
in the harbor.
That New Silk HatThat New Silk Hat3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The child sat before the tinsel-draped and popcorn-festooned Christmas tree, chin in hand, as her big brown eyes danced from one glittering wrapped package to another. She hummed a medley of off-tune carols and fingered the gold ribbon of a very suspiciously spherical gift.
"Theresa, don't you think we could give her one early?" the child's father whispered plaintively from the kitchen doorway as he stared into the adjacent living room. "Watching her sit there and stare at them is just depressing."
Theresa sipped her already cooling coffee and shook her head firmly. "You spoil her too much, Duncan. It's only Christmas Eve morning. There's still a whole day before the presents are unwrapped."
"But we already agreed to give her one after service tonight anyway," Duncan replied, stuffing his hands defensively into his bathr