I Want to Hold Your HandSir Nealan of Queenscove looked out across the dance floor and sighed. His best friend, Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan, and his cousin, Domitan of Masbolle, were dancing, but not with each other. Weve got to do something, he said quietly, eyes never leaving the dance floor.I Want to Hold Your Hand6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They are too stubborn for their own good, agreed his wife, Yukimi, also watching the midwinter dance.
Kel had recently let slip, while chatting with Yuki, that she loved Dom. And only a few nights ago Dom had admitted his feelings for Kel to an amused Neal. However, neither one had acted on their feelings yet, and Neal was not known for being patient.
This is almost as bad as Shinko and Prince Roald, continued Yuki. A pause, then the pair looked at each other, suddenly mischievous. They quietly slipped out to the hall to talk.
*** *** ***
The next day was midwinter, the shortest day of the year, and everyone woke up to presents. Kel discovered a note a
First DanceFirst DanceFirst Dance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a cool morning, for late-June. Keldary of Mindelan was dreaming of her summer in New Hope, when a knock on the door awoke her.
"Just a minute!" Kel called as she pulled her breaches over her nightshirt and went to the door. When she opened it, she saw the maid assigned to this part of the palace.
"Excuse me, Miss Kel," the maid said. "I have an invite to give you, from his Majesty. I would linger, but I've got twenty more to deliver. G'day Miss."
"Thank you," Kel said as the girl walked away. Then she closed her door and went to her desk to read the invite.
Midsummer Celebration Singles Ball
By Royal Decree, All unmarried noblemen and -women are to attend
the annual banquet and ball on Midsummer's Eve.
There are no excuses for not attending, except for terminal illness.
All noblewomen must wear dresses, no exceptions.
With hope to see you attend,
autumn.i press leaves betweenautumn.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the intention of preserving
everything i once was.
Always, MageletDaine looked across the table. Numair was talking animatedly with Alanna of Pirates Swoop. They were discussing the pros and cons to a spell they had recently been working on. She wished she could have discussed such things with him but, she didn't have the gift. She had wild magic.Always, Magelet2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes she wished she wasn't so different, but then she would always remember that if it hadn't been for her magic she never would have met all the wonderful people she now called her friends.
But to her, Numair was different. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but there were many setbacks. He was her teacher, her confidant. Besides, she thought, she was afraid of the rejection.
Starring at her food she realized, there were many reasons he could tell her no. The main being the 15 year age difference. She had never wanted feelings for him but they had come anyway.
Sighing, she turned her attention to Jon and Thayet, who resided up at the dais. Daine, deciding she was full, gave her tray to the kitchen p
Indecision In the LibrarySpine upon spine,Indecision In the Library6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Row upon row
Shelf after shelf!
So many worlds to delve into
So many covers to sink a nose behind.
Oh what is a girl to do?
Whose imagination shall I see
Through an ocean of words today?
Where heroines are boys
And they converse with thieves.
Or Bruce Coville?
I would dream of unicorns and Squijums
If I read him.
I could read something truly violent!
Like Janet Evanovich.
A bounty hunter says "No guns!"
Here, but the bad guy still gets shot.
And then there's Luarell K. Hamilton.
Where beautiful vampires
Own strip clubs,
And scary vampires
Spine upon spine
Row upon row!
And I walk out
With not one,
But maybe three.
For I have discovered books anew!
I have found the classics!
So here I go
To delve into
The imaginations of many.
Alone, Hurt, Sharp, Sins, Edges, CutAloneAlone, Hurt, Sharp, Sins, Edges, Cut2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the dark room
Made of my doubt
I pick up a piece
Of my broken heart
I touch it
With my shaky finger tip
I feel it against me
I sigh and start think
That's the word
It explains the feelings
That I hide
That I have done
To god, mankind
They call to me
I know that I can't resist
I need this
I really do
I use the piece
Of my broken heart
And I cut my wrist
Hoping to never wake up
Be Merry, Mindelan"Keeeel, have a drink!" Domitan of Masbolle slurred loudly. The Third Company sergeant of the King's Own swung an arm around Keladry of Mindelan. Kel sighed and shook her head. She didn't mind going to Corus' local inns with Dom and the men of the Own, but Dom just got plain silly when he had too much to liquor in him. His speech got sloppy, hair tousled every which way and his cheeks pinker than the finest flowers in spring. Not to mention he got rather playful. Dom was always the type to flirt here and there, but after having too much to drink he got especially flirty.Be Merry, Mindelan4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kel removed his arm and patted him on the shoulder -- her heart did a little flutter -- then looked at his full cup. "I think you've had too much to drink."
Throwing his hands up into the air spilled some liquor out of his cup. "Nonsense!" He brought his free hand down to tickle Kel's chin, "You need to relax, dove."
"No." She swatted his hand away. "You need to sit down before you make trouble."
It Had To Be FrogsSunday, October 13th, 2013. Helwan's Circle. It rained frogs.It Had To Be Frogs2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of course, it had to be frogs. Serena stepped over them as best she could, but they were everywhere. It wasn't the kind of thing you expected to see in smallish town America. One or two, maybe. Any more than that and you're wading into witch burning territory.
Serena really didn't want to wade into witch burning territory.
“What seems to be the problem?” Serena asked, “Aside from the frogs.”
Mrs. Caprica wrung her hands---Serena had never actually seen anyone do that. Truth be told, she'd rather not see it again. The woman had probably been wound too tightly even before any of this happened.
“We just wanted a baby,” she said.
“And you tried to invoke...”
“Heqet,” she said, “She's Egyptian. Ancient Egyptian, I mean.”
“I know who she is,” Serena said, as gently as she could. The frogs were staring a little too intently.
“I followed the bo
Love Comes to Those Who WaitThis merry Midwinter, (or jolly, as certain squires might put it,) was full of good-natured laughs and drinks, toasting to a new year in the era of King Jonathan and Queen Thayet. The flurry of snow was the kisses of fairies, lightly touching those who dared to sneak outside.Love Comes to Those Who Wait4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't until a tinkling laugh that Raoul realized that he was not alone. A fair-skinned court maiden had brought a man outside on the balcony. Her hands went to her arms, and a trail of goose bumps went up to her shoulders. Hurriedly, the man grabbed his coat, but when he wrapped it around her, she pulled him in for a kiss. As surprised as the man was, he didn't pull back.
Raoul sighed and wrapped his arms around himself, feeling lonely and quite embarrassed from the display of public affection. His heart began to beat faster as he moved inside, the passionate kissers not even looking at him. Why was he feeling like this? The great Giantkiller was supposed to be immune to these kind of emotions. He brushed a bi
Rich Man's Boxes (re-drafted)The stench is hard to misperceive,Rich Man's Boxes (re-drafted)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And so he masks it with his sleeve.
Unearthing his hidden treasure,
Drags it home at his own leisure.
By day he buries for those in black.
We watch from our trees, holding back.
He marks the box-holes with a cross,
Leaving our worms and upturned moss.
By nightfall he comes, with his spade,
Takes the still ones, his common raid,
Returns the box where it began,
O, Strange and indecisive man!
Ah! What a life it is to live.
Though morbid as it seems;
These bountiful wooden boxes
Are born of rich man’s dreams.
I bury them for the mourners,
Read from their book of lies.
But little do these mourners know,
I feast on their demise.
Judged only by the glaring crows,
I hack them into meat.
Tell my wife and kids its pork,
And smiling, watch them eat.
And with my wage I slink away
To my barber’s bookie.
And though I raise two cannibals
I consider myself lucky!
Blessed MindelanKeladry of Mindelan looked to the sky from her open window. The clouds above were a light, soft grey. Snow drifted to the ground and coated everything in a white blanket. She breathed a sigh and watched it become visible in the cold morning air. Something barked behind her. Kel looked back to find Jump huddled between the pillows and blankets of her now untidy bed. He barked again as if ordering her to be done observing nature and close the window.Blessed Mindelan3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kel chuckled. "Relax. I'm closing it."
Jump was a medium-sized white dog with black spots on his rear, nose and lone intact ear. His tail had obviously been broken twice and he had an axed-shape head. Though he may have been an ugly dog, Jump hadn't left Kel's side since she saved him from a cook armed with a meat cleaver years ago.
She shut the window and beckoned for him to follow. "You'll probably feel better if you get moving."
Hopping off the bed, Jump followed at a trot to the connecting room that housed the sparrows. Over the years th
Dancing MindelanI'll never understand my sisters, Keladry of Mindelan told herself. I can't even be around them without having to fight off a complete lesson in "damsel-like" court dress. Kel shook her head. After eight long years and a shield to prove it she figured they would have remembered that she was a knight. Not a doll.Dancing Mindelan4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Despite Kel's solid build, broad shoulders and tall stature, she didn't feel at all self-conscious in a dress. Why should she? Not only had she worn them all through her page years during supper, but she was a grown woman. Unfortunately, that didn't mean she was used to it anymore. It had been a long time since she wore a proper dress and she just felt somewhat naked without her breeches.
It wasn't that she didn't like dresses or anything; dresses just weren't practical for an active knight. It would be hard to slay centaurs, hurroks and spidrens in a dress. The only thing that made her agree to wearing a dress to the royal ball was just how outnumbered she was. Three of
Final WishFinal Wish2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i feel lost in a world so big
surronded by hate and sorrow
a world full of nothing but evil
a world with no peace
i wonder what will happen
when we are all gone
will it start a new peace
or will it break like all our hearts
this is a place of pain
a place of war and death
there is nothing in these towns
nothing but regret and broken hearts
my final wish shall never be heard
my last words will never be remembered
my heart will be left shattered
my tears will be never ending
but i wish good fortune on this world
for i hope that it will only get better in time
for this is what i have wanted my whole life
a world filled with peace and love
a world filled with joy and laughter
a place filled with love and beating hearts
so i will stay in this cold world and hope for the best
cause that is my last and final wish in this place of pain
The Ripper's Revenge Part 1Back in London, Dan and Risa are called in by Inspector Sean Cullock to investigate a series of gruesome murders similar to ones made over a hundred years before. Racing against the clock, the agents began to wonder if this is trulyThe Ripper's Revenge Part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Ripper's Revenge
"Bloody hell! What could be keeping Matt this long? He should have arrived over an hour ago!" moaned a lynx dressed in a sleek jet-black evening dress, pacing out the sea-blue front door of her ground floor flat, not far from Whitehall, under the cloak of London's late night. The reason for the woman's irritation was simple; she was promised a date by her co-worker and admirer, a humble man but a very honest kind, the type which she, and many women across the globe knew, were hard to find these days. Her heels clicked and clacked against the concrete paved, her lipstick coated mouth puffing what felt like great clouds of volcanic steam on her lip. Just as she was about to give up, she heard another pair of 'click' and 'clack' comi
dead girls don't write poetrydear someone,dead girls don't write poetry11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are no funerals
for the flesh
for the mind
no curtains & no cremations
for all our pretty words
you can't save every patient
a corpse would warm your bed
cherry treesi was born 4425 miles away from herecherry trees1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in a country rich with history
that is starting to disappear.
to add insult to injury,
centuries-old castles are crumbling,
falling away like our citizens
and tragically few are stumbling,
not even a backwards glance.
me? i left over ten years ago,
an anniversary marked on the calendar,
a reminder to not look back, just go.
pretend there never was danger.
pretend that we all have a better life.
pretend that our hearts are here.
pretend this is the direction in which to steer.
pretend there is no resentment.
my mother left behind a doctorate,
my parents left behind a life of strife,
but we have no family here.
i've never heard my baby cousin laugh.
i grace funerals with my absence.
i don't know if my aunt's eyes
crinkle at the corners when she smiles.
my parents had to start anew,
and i know they thought this through,
but the weight of this sacrifice
weighs down upon my shoulders.
i am atlas, carrying foreign boulders,
and my muscles ache.
Demon and the girl... ...The demon was sitting against a wall, sat comfortably in the night on the ledge of one of the walls surrounding his castle. He admired the night sky and the full moon, and the shadows whom moved silently- invisible in the dark.Demon and the girl... ...7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And then his peace was shattered instantly by a piercing scream.
He looked down away from the sky casually to see a shadow running over the landscape below, reeking of fear and exhaustion- the stench of a mortal filled his nostrils. His sharp red eyes looked ahead to her pursuers- and a smile formed in the corner of his mouth.
Kanine beasts covered black with three glowing red eyes and long snapping whiskers. Claws with which to tear apart flesh and bone.
The footsteps of her fleeing stopped and were replaced by close panicked breathing.
She could run no further, blocked and trapped by a wall that seemed to span for miles in both directions. She could only run to the left or right for a minute or two at the most before being caught- and eaten
I Got A PastI got a pastI Got A Past2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my scars don't write at all
They tell stories of my life
They remind me of my past
But they don't write at all
They do one thing
And they do it well
They mock me
And laugh at me
I got a past
And I don't know what to do with it
It breaks me and makes me lazy
And if I keep on dreaming I know
That I'm worthless, I don't deserve a home
OsteophilicHe loved his bones.Osteophilic9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way they never asked too much of him
or protested his requests.
There was nothing superfluous in their design;
simple, sleek, and uncomplicated.
They were spry, robust
ready to take on the world with
sharp and fluid motions.
His bones were not brittle like she was.
Not so breakable or frail,
not so expendable.
They didn't bend under pressure
or fracture under stress.
He loved his bones -
their ivory purity eased his soul -
and he was proud of the way
they held everything together
She knew one day he'd stomp this
old flame out, long before 'death do us part.'
Cremation had never been part of the plan.
Do You Know Why?Do you know why I love you?Do You Know Why?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you because you:
Challenge my very existance with questions that drive me mad as the mad hatter.
Accept the part of my soul that was one lost to a tenebrous place.
Love me like no other has ever dared try to do.
Hold my heart in your hands, but you hold it with the strength of a god and grace of an angel.
Do you know why your amazing?
Patient when all odds are telling you time is up.
Kind even when harsh words take over your consciousness
Mine even I am wretched
Gloriously brilliant and you could outshine all the geniuses of the world
Humble even when you have every reason not to be.
Sinfully good with a taste that drives me to heaven and sends me to hell with pleasure.
Do you know what makes me crazy?
Lips that hold my secret treasure that I could touch forever.
Smile that fills me the the brim of euphorias glass, simply because you have something to smile about.
Eyes that outshine the sunset with the waves of crystal clear water.