Hostage - Chapter OneSound was non-existent, for she had screamed herself nearly deaf. Angie could feel her lips moving, breath expelling from her mouth she was still screaming his name, over and over, but he didnt hear her. At that time, the iPod skipped to the song playing when they had that fateful conversation just a few days ago the conversation which had become a reality to them both. The lyrics to the song and the words he had said to her spun through her mind, as she willed herself to try to get to him, her heartbeat pounding in her eardrums.Hostage - Chapter One7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(You touched my heart and you touched my soul)
I couldnt imagine not fighting back, just sitting there at a time like that
Angie tried rising to her feet unsuccessfully, her left leg throbbing, the bullet still lodged inside of it. The pain shot through her whole body as she put weight on it, immediately collapsing back down on the ground with a hopeless cry.
(You changed my life and all my goals)
Time seemingly stopped. If she
Hostage - Chapter TwoSunshine. Birds singing. Not a cloud in the sky. It was a beautiful morning.Hostage - Chapter Two7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Closing the door, Angie let the crisp breeze brush her face as she got out of her doctors car, who drove her to work every other week. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked around the car to where Derek was standing. One hand in his pocket, he held his keys in the other, locking the doors before returning the keys and the other hand to his pocket. He turned his gaze toward her, took in a big breath, and let it out, smiling, before they walked inside together.
The doors at Caduceus opened for the famous surgical duo and closed behind them, as they walked down the halls, greeting their coworkers on another Monday morning. Still slightly tired, Derek walked over to the elevator and pressed the up button, closing his eyes while he waited for the doors to open. His eyes snapped back open immediately as he heard Angie let out an annoyed sigh.
Im pretty sure that you can manage to wal
Illness - Angie: Poison IvyTrauma Center: IllnessIllness - Angie: Poison Ivy8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Angie: Poison Ivy
It had seemed innocent enough. Angie had decided to spend her break outside and she took a nice, brisk walk around the perimeter of the building. The fresh air and sunshine put her in a good mood, as she rarely got to experience either. She stretched her arms over her head and let out a content sigh.
Ah! I cant believe it!
The sudden cry of one, Tyler Chase, brought her from her revere. She looked up to see him looking out a window as a bundled packet of papers fell and settled among the vegetation below. Derek appeared next to him and placed his hands on the window sill, leaning over slightly to see where the packet had fallen. How in the world did you managed to drop that? he asked, sending Tyler an inquisitive sideways glance. The latter said nothing more than unintelligible grumbles as he collapsed over the window, his arms d
Sick.life slouches against the doorSick.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[i think i can hear it crying]
sickly grins lick my lips;
rub the undersides
of scream-sore throats
stained with the sweetest sort of bruise
screams all my own
swallowed in cotton lungs
pressure in my skull
fire in my veins
holding the skin i had
clinging tighter to fragility
and i just can't find
the strength to cry
the night stretches on for months
i shake like a leaf
Aftermath [part one] [trigger warning]“Mr. McDaniels, can you take us from the beginning?”Aftermath [part one] [trigger warning]1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I gulped, shifted in the chair, and wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. I didn’t want to relive it, but the officers needed it for the police report. One with graying hair and a kind expression sat directly across from me--his name tag read “Sergeant Cormac”, while an officer with a steely expression whose name tag I couldn’t read sat off to the side. I swallowed hard one more time. “Yeah.”
“I know this is hard, Oliver, but we need as much detail as possible.”
“It’s Ollie,” I murmured, then closed my eyes for a second, forcing myself to go back to this morning.
“I knew something was off about Pete the minute I saw him this morning. I don’t know why I didn’t ask. I just… I was busy, you know? Worried about homework and a bunch of other dumb school stuff just like always.” I ran a hand through my hair. “But I was already la
FriendsDeath,Friends2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Such a strange person.
So fearsome and yet so relieving.
Lately death has become a friend of mine,
He and his pals have been close company with me.
Silence is the only person I really like talking to,
The ring of her voice is so soothing.
Isolation is the only company I need,
He holds my hand and guides me around.
Depression is a great friend to me,
She is always there giving me a hug whenever I need it.
These friends are the best ones I know,
I have other ones but they aren't as great.
Happiness for example is always leaving.
She is great when she is around but she doesn't like to stick around.
Outgoing is such a social guy,
But he doesn't seem to have time for me,
Always out partying with someone else.
Sound is just plain annoying.
She never knows when to be quiet,
Always blabbing away or making noise to drown out Silence.
Now these are all just friends of mine,
My best friend who I mentioned earlier is Death,
Who gets along with everyone.
Because he is always around whenever
BruisesDark painful imperfectionsBruises2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Abrasions below the skin
Black blue, purple, grey, green
What color does your portrait sheen?
Why cover them up?
Bruises line in perfect symmetry
Up and down, left and right
Watch my eyes as they turn black.
I take the hits with little thought
Beat me black and blue
Words or fists
The pain is the same
Screaming and bleeding
I smile all the same
Cut out the hate
Let you stay the same
Apologies are empty
My words are lost in deaf ears
Black and Blue
I Hate You
Love me all the same.
Warriors: A new beginning Chapter 6Chapter 6 This will be taking place in ThunderclanWarriors: A new beginning Chapter 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Deputy?! You still think there's a deputy!!" Roared Lightstar to Thunderfur, all the young cat did was ask his leader if he wanted patrols to check out Windclan territory.
"But I...I...you said I was at the gathering" Thunderfur mewed in a low voice, Lightstar hissed at him making Thunderfur crouch down in fear; Lightstar circled him hissing, Thunderfur's clan mates could only watch if they interfered they would get into trouble. Thunderfur's mate Crowtooth looked on it looked like the black she-cat wanted to go and claw Lightstar's eyes out but she knew she would get hurt if she did, Sparrowkit and Spotkit Thunderfur's kits mewed in distress.
"Yes I know I said that, but only to fool those toad brain clans"! Lightstar growled in Thunderfur's face, that cause Spotkit the bravest of the two little kits to jump on Lightstars back an nip at the old leader. Lightstar flung the little kit off, the kit landed wi
Bank RobberThere are no cameras in here. There should’ve been one at the door when I first walked in letting me know that someone would be watching. A security guard stationed no more than 5 feet from the vestibule with a standard issue Glock 17 at his hip would’ve been a nice touch. A gentle warning for those with bad intentions, but instead a customer service representative waits to greet me by the door. Outside where the camera should be, hangs a white sign with bold letters announcing “Free Checking” and “0% APR.” I love small towns.Bank Robber2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The customer service man notices me, but doesn’t approach. A stranger in a town with no name in a room full of strangers warrants a certain level of attention. However, he remains fixated on his daily routine. Something about this man doesn’t sit well with me. My instincts have been tempered and refined throughout the years and they tell me “that face and those clothes don’t go together.” His suit
Help MeI'm lost in this hollow placeHelp Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This frame I live in can only hold me up for so long
I'm breaking inside and I'm falling apart
Is no one here to hear my silent cries?
I want to escape from this place
And the only way out isn't a choice
The doors are locked the key is lost
I can't see
The darkness is overwhelming
My only sanctuary is when I have lost myself
Far away on a dirt path leading to nowhere
Where the trees change colors and talk to me
And there is nothing I can do
This road is going downhill
And I can't seem to run fast enough
I'm falling to fast
And there is no one to catch me
I'm losing myself
This time I can only go so far.
LifeLife is painful, yet the pain is what makes life worth living.Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death is an out, yet it is not a perfect solution.
Only by living life to the fullest of extents... are we able to say that we lived a life worthy of living.
Otherwise, your life is for naught... and will not help you in your time of judgement.
Let It All GoLet it all goLet It All Go2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Limbs have lost motion
Mind running wild
All emotions ripped out
Every feeling cut loose
Rip off the coat
Stand out in the rain
Isolated in company
Lost within the crowd
Loved more than deserved
Gifts with every turn
Close eyes fall asleep
Dream of deaths not too sweet
Dancing in the wind
Singing to the sky
Let it all go.
Good NightWhat is this feeling like? Helplessness? As my soft tears splashed onto my quivering lips I tasted the familiar saltiness, driven from the source of the midpoint of surrender and hate. Suddenly you realize this pain that caused me to be. Simple pain brought forth rare memories of talent and beauty. I remember you. The calmness hiding the grand strength of millions.Good Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You turn now, a gentle kind, who watches me take the first steps of your path. You sense my first stray and lead me back in another way that sets me apart from everyone. How can you see my emotions through my skin yet not sense the slightest bit of the longing I feel when you are near.
I know you will never see me that way, and I could never explain not with a thousand words what pleasure you bring to me. Each time I see Your eyes, Your hair, Your life. I wish to rethink the last words I say before you go to bed. As I texted you "good night", I made a huge typo, I meant "I love you."
Imagining Youtrying to get through life when you keep washing upImagining You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to the kill the connection that defines both of us
kick the door shut
you show up on the other side
kill the radio
but your melody loops in my head
I thought when you left
everything else would disappear with you
though we'd be over and my heart would go free
never knew how wrong I'd be
imagining you on the very same night
someday i'll banish you
and face life truely alone
but for now
I need the company
only a ghost can give me
From Man to Man Pt 1.From Man to Man Pt 1.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'I never meant to let you down.'
Draven lifted a stray curl of his wife's hair from her face. She smiled in her sleep as if knowing he was there. As silently as he could, he leant over the bed and kissed her softly on the cheek.
'I've tried everything.'
Rising slowly, as quietly as he could manage on the wooden floorboards, Draven retreated from the bed. By the fractured light from the shutters he made for the bedroom door. The walls of the house were thin and he heard a creak from the neighbouring room.
'Best be off before Kale wakes.'
Reaching for the door behind him, still facing the bed and his sleeping wife, Draven paused. Drawn, painfully drawn like poison from a wound, he found his eyes stray to the chest at the foot of the bed. Shut away from the world under key and lock, he linge
From Man to Man Pt 4.From Man to Man Pt 4.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Would I forgive me?'
The sudden torchlight from the open door caught Draven full in the face. Laid bare in the night, with nowhere to hide, he shaded his eyes with a hand and stepped inside.
'Even having to ask that is answer enough.'
"Ah, but I see ya've changed ya mind!" the blacksmith's tone was neither gloating nor bitter, but Draven still swallowed a reproach.
'Forgiveness can be taken back...but what about when you go back on a promise? Back to the old ways.'
He more felt rather than saw the huntsman brush past him, still blinking smudges from his eyes. The sweltering heat of the forge forced Draven back a step, the breeze tugging at his shirt. Knuckling the felling axe, Draven rallied his wits.
'Back to the fire...it's village life or this. What wi
From Man to Man Pt 5.From Man to Man Pt 5.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'If the others could see me now...'
Withdrawing into the folds of his cloak, Draven caught his head nodding. Eyelids drooping, each blink taking longer than the last, he fought the waves of exhaustion that beat down upon him like the sun. The sun itself was nowhere to be seen, and the moon held sway, cornering Draven with an army of stars, offering him terms of surrender in sleep.
'Would they laugh?'
The sound of his own half-choked snore jerked him awake. Muffling the sound in the crook of his arm, Draven throttled the axe haft in his grip. The rough wood bit into his palm, though callused as he was, the splinters offered little respite from the temptation to sleep.
'Would they offer a hand?'
His leg twitched, and his whole body snapped to, alert. Clarity, though sharp in the bitter cold
From Man to Man Pt 6.From Man to Man Pt 6.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Caused more trouble than this was worth.'
The hours stretched long, all the longer for Draven counting their passing. Be it heartbeat, breaths, footfalls, or the tallies in the Tax Collector's ledger the day had been measured in wearing patience. Made all the worse for the lack of event, stifled by the heat, choked by the dust, Draven had all but torn his bandana after wringing it out again and again.
'I've been more of a nuisance than the Tax Collector.'
Draven squinted after the slight figure, a hand shading his eyes from the all-too-bright, dusking sun. The Tax Collector was an oddity, hardly worth the bother of notice let alone escorting. For a man of his disreputable profession, Nicolas as he had introduced himself, was a far vial of poison short from the serpents that snatched coins like eggs from a nest.
To LoveTo love.To Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To lay your heart out
In the rain and watch it
Soak with despair.
As you wait for that break
In the clouds,
For a beam of light
To revive your numb mess.
You wait for warmth and comfort.
For cherished moments,
And endless gleeful joy.
And the rain does cease.
The clouds part and the sun shine.
And for a few seconds
Believe in hopes and dreams,
Of butterflies and blood red roses,
Of starry nights and waning moons.
That love is here to stay,
To hold you hand
And beat one with your heart.
And you're happy.
But you forget of the seasons.
That eternal painful yet beautiful cycle
That somehow sustains us.
Then you're reminded.
When the rains beat down on you again,
When the floods wash your heart away,
When the hail comes and the lightning strikes.
You are reminded that
Is to be human
And the sun will shine once again.
Broken NightmaresBroken Nightmares1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was here again, in this dark hallway. It's always dark. For unknown reasons my attire always consisted of a uniform fit for a school, a white shirt hidden under a loose black sweater, a black plaid design skirt that fell just below my thighs and dark tights with no footwear. I guess I should introduce myself to you, right?
Well, My name is Lynne Anora, I live in England with my Father. I'm pale skinned with dark blue eyes and natural light black hair that falls down just past my shoulders, I tie up a clump of hair on the right side of my head with a ribbon which gives me a childish sort of look, well... I'm 14 years old going on 15 standing at 4'8ft, quite a thin build and yet, I still have no chest to show for it. This means I get mistaken for a 10 year old no matter where I go! With my looks down, I'd describe myself as a complete pervert. Yes, I'm a girl who enjoys catching an unintentional glimpse of another females undergarments. I know I'm not norm
The Merry Month of May.We’re training from January to June, the season where the sun never shines. Bullets of water pelt my skin as I sink further into the white slush. I haven’t felt dry for months—and I won’t be warm till after this one. There is no day, only night. There is no moon, only clouds. This is hell; Satan is rain, a cold wintry mix. I’ve lost sense of touch in both my hands, yet I could still play a piano concerto if Mother asked. My fingers have grown used to ice and water—so has the rest of my body, just like my companions.The Merry Month of May.1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Destroy the glacier!” I command, pointing toward a mountain of ice.
People have said my ways of training are cruel. But my comrades desire nothing more than to grow stronger, to be the best that ever was. They accept hardship with open arms and determined smiles. That is why we are champions.
An orange dragon flies through the storm. My friend opens his mouth and a jet of blue flame surges from his j
Death's Lullaby.Life drained from its former passion,Death's Lullaby.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hung on the thin thread of luck.
The rules are simple, comical.
Either you stay still or you die.
Sinking deeper, engulfed in unwrought nigritude.
Slate black faces,
buried inside shadows of hoods,
Bony fingers cruddle grinning sculps,
caressing fear as if it were an infant.
Hollow screams echo eternally like a melody
through unsought caverns.
As Death sang a lullaby.
Black Blooded: Continued Chapter 1: You're going to need some helpBlack Blooded: Continued2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I arrived at my friend's house quicker than anticipated and knocked on the door, hoping he'd let me in before the search-parties became aware of my whereabouts. The door swung seconds later and I bolted inside without a word, taking seat on the couch in the living room. He turned and shut the door and stood before me as I was catching my breath on his sofa.
"Sorry to just barge in like this Fisher, but things have taking a turn for the worst lately seeing as I'm stained with blood and my sudden appearance in your home." I said wearily, still exhausted from the fight.
"Tell me then, what's happened and where is your older brother? Is he back home?" He asked sitting a chair, propping his leg on his knee.
"H-he's dead... those bastards took his life! They beat him to a pulp without any hesitation and in return I did the same