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
OsteophilicHe loved his bones.Osteophilic1 year 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.
The Cave of Two - (Leo/Hazel) Ch.1A cold wind blew and snow was falling. The chilliness put all the demigods in an even worse mood as they trudged on through the snowy landscape.The Cave of Two - (Leo/Hazel) Ch.12 years ago in Romance More Like This
The six heroes (plus one Satyr) had landed their ship near a snowy town set in the vicinity of a scenic mountain. They needed a break to regroup before continuing their quest; to rest, gather supplies, and most of all try to recover emotionally.
Luckily, Nico was doing better, which counted one more demigod to fight alongside them. They had begun to travel to Epirus, with Nico’s direction. But after many days of travel, they decided to rest for a day. The entire time Percy and Annabeth were in their thoughts.
However, some act of fate brought another small challenge to the six demigods. The great messenger god, Hermes, appeared in their path, hovering with his winged shoes over the frozen earth. He told them something of importance: Something valuable to their quest is at the top of the mountain, the same mountain they just happened to l
Once: PeachblossomHuh. So you're thinking, just because I'm a horse, I don't have one of these memory things? Well, shows what you know, doesn't it? Just because you humans don't know how to listen doesn't mean I can't speak, despite what some long-faced pages might think. I'd give 'em a sharp nip for their troubles, and the same would go for you if I were talking to you, rather than to this papery stuff. Apparently it can keep words in one place 'til they're needed. Sounds suspicious to me. If you keep on talking too long in one place, you'll get in trouble. There'll be bandits, or soldiers, or those furry spidery things, and then you'd be in trouble, friend. Oh, you might give 'em a nasty paper cut, but sometimes you just can't beat a good set of hoofs.Once: Peachblossom5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Anyway, for the ones who aren't paying attention (and hello there to you, glad to meet you I'm sure) I'm Peachblossom. You might think that's a bit of a feeble name, but I guarantee you this: I am without a doubt the strongest, fastest peach blossom in
A Stained ChildShe looks in the mirror.A Stained Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is afraid the others will fear her,
Not get near her,
Because she has done wrong.
She walks in the halls
Memorizing the faces corrupted with sneers.
She can't contain her urge to cry
She can't help but want to say goodbye
To the world that never held treasure.
A tenebrous house
Watching her every movement.
There is no measure
To what they will do
When they find out
She's done wrong too.
She prays and prays
"Don't let daddy hit me
Cause I misbehaved."
Her conscience haunts her...
She gives no consent.
But it's wretched;
Bending her skin till she gasps in pain
Causing her own storm
Because she let the devils horn pierce her body
And now she pays rent to the devil himself
Because now she's truly apart of this world.
Love is never real
Your soul can't really heal
Once it's been broken.
Life takes your hope like a golden token
Begging for a treasure that won't be there,
But it still doesn't care
Because the world is greedy.
For souls who
...And the Stars ScreamedI'd long since stopped...And the Stars Screamed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against an ocean lacking color
for a glimpse of the light
that glinted off a sharpened knife.
But even then,
although the dust and flame
had passed me by,
and I heard.
Not much had changed
in their fiery song;
I'd avoided the void
for far too long.
I'd gotten by
on solid smoke
and a few scarce sips of water,
inhaled your burning scent
like it was pure oxygen
as the stars screamed
at me to stop,
I always spent
too much time
focusing on things
that could never be mine,
and maybe I should have spent more
on my darlings,
shrieking silently, pointlessly
upon deaf ears
whether they should have grabbed
Death Whispered A LullabyWhat's more to say about the sky that hasn't already been said a million-times over? It was a pleasant aquamarine blue, with a light accenting of clouds, spread out nice and evenly across the sky. The career master sergeant had been decked out flat on the dirty road, amongst a thick layer of rubble and brick, near the front of a large plaza structure. He had been stitched left to right, across the stomach, by an hidden medium machine-gun position.Death Whispered A Lullaby3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was so quiet that the ringing in his ears could just barely penetrate, but none of the sounds from the outside made it to his head. He didn't hear the gunfire or explosions. They weren't important to him anymore. He didn't hear another of his fellow soldiers' as he fired a rocket into the nest of enemy aggressors that had cut him down; the building's lobby exploded and collapsed in on itself from across the street. He heard nothing of it.
All the man heard and saw was a story being told by a tall, hooded figure with a scythe. It was his to
I Got A PastI got a pastI Got A Past3 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
Once- Unicorn Fever IIThe girl opens her eyes.Once- Unicorn Fever II5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She is in a room she doesn't recognise, lying in a bed that seems too large without the familiar bulk of her mother lying beside her. She doesn't know what's wrong with the room- it isn't a large room at all, but it seems massive to her country eyes. The walls are made of stone, not wood, and they're plastered over with bright whiteness, not the greyish mould that most plaster takes after a few years. So... a strange room in a strange building. But somehow she isn't as scared as she should be. After all her ma's stories of people being abducted, and the other children's laughing jokes about the fairies stealing away little girls for their magic spells, she should be terrified. But she stares at the wooden beams in the ceiling and blinks and thinks, and realises that more than anything else she feels... thirsty.
There is a glass of water on a chest by the bed, and she reaches for it. Her hand feels clumsy and trembles at the effort. The girl guesses that she mus
Iago's AshesPure-hearted DesdemonaIago's Ashes5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A gentle touch, a lingering kiss
Whose kindness of soul would light up the night
Though you claimed her false, you judged amiss
Your jealousy and hate consumed
As fire likened to your hair
You sought to twist the purest truth
To taint that which was fair
Still, you watch and cling to every word
Your wretched vain obsession
Contaminating thought and deed
Once your skillful profession
Othello may have doubted once
But in his heart she does remain
The stars aligned, their souls entwined
For love cannot be slain
So rain down your hate and spill forth your lies
From a heartless chest sutured with flies.
This lifetime Heaven and Hell shall see
A timeless love that was meant to be.
Golden Ink and Going BackI thought I was in love with that four-year old red-haired boyGolden Ink and Going Back2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Shining in a silver knight costume with a black dragon sewn on
Because I was in the pink Sleeping Beauty Dress
I was a good Belle, too
(Back when I hadn't picked up a book
Except for the blue one with the golden pages
Brimming with witches and fairies and magic)
I wanted to be a princess, back then
They were the ones who always found love, at the end
I wanted to be Wendy, too
Because she wore a blue nightgown and learned to fly
Now, I'd rather be Peter Pan, honestly
Because he managed to swerve this whole ordeal of growing up
(And maybe a little because of the flying)
Now, I just want to go back
Back when the only kissing I thought about
Was in The Princess and the Frog
And the only houses I had to be weary of
Were houses made of candy
Back when the only disappointment
Was when my parents were too tired to read me a bedtime story
Or when I found out that the real Little Mermaid
Dies by Hans Christian Andersen's hand
Tomorrow Is Another DayHow can I dreamTomorrow Is Another Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I'm hurt?
How can I smile
When I'm dirt?
How can I hope
When I'm forgotten?
How can I be
When I'm nothing?
I don't know how
But there are some things
That you just have to do
If not for yourself
Then for someone close
I don't know if these words
Will impact you, or set an impression
But take this advice
From an old cutter
It gets better, even if your life has melted like butter
You're not forgotten
You're always in someone's mind
You're not dirt
Cause to someone you shine
There is still hope for you
Even if your dream is broken
I noticed that
When the girl I loved, came even closer
Don't hurt yourself today
Cause you never know
SecretsStep softly, heart; mind doesn't know.Secrets3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
maybe i am your minotaurtell me somethingmaybe i am your minotaur2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're afraid to write down
because then it would be impossible
to get rid of it. tell me
what made you cry that one time,
or what made you spook; i'm betting
it's the same story. i want to hear
the crack of your heart, the splinter of
my ribs taking in your love, all of it,
broken and shining and silver fished.
tell me that we can make this work
because i am crazy enough
to make this work. tell me something
you've never told me,
be it a song you know every word to
or the X's on your wrists. tell me
anything at all because i want to hear
you in more than my dreams. i want you
to know that i love you, even the darkest
dirtiest parts of you that you're afraid of.
tell me that you hear me when i say:
i love you.
Happily Never After: PrologueHappily Never After: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Happily Never After
The sinister flipping of pages echoed throughout the monumental pillars of the obscure chamber. A solid hand curled around the thick, saintly white spine of the old fairytale book. The scent of vanilla blooming from it burned his nostrils. The cloaked man's fixed eyes searched rapidly through the inked letters, from vowels to consonants. They widened when he found the magical words.
"And they lived happily ever after."
He licked his lips, impassive. It was time.
He brought his free hand to the page, lowering it down gradually on the words. Smokey shadows slithered from his fingertips and snaked their way to them. They enveloped swiftly around the letters. Soon after the sentence began to dissolve, leaving a blank spot with a missing ending. The shadows moved to the cover of the book, which instantly lost its radiance, turning into a lifeless black.
"Walter Elias Disney, your time has come. Your reign will fall and your childhood along with mil
5th Marauder-chapter 6The next day, James and Roxi sat together in their Potions class which previously, James hadnt even noticed he shared with her. However, instead of focusing on the potion task, they were busy discussing Lily. James was rather enjoying himself, as he barely mentioned her in front of the Marauders anymore. They had, understandably, gotten fed up with her name by the second year.5th Marauder-chapter 66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We need Lily to notice you more, which should be easy as you seem the kinda guy whos forward.
Yeh, Im too forward though. James cringed.
Well lets start off with a simple, yet effective procedure! A conversation. Roxi smirked, scrunching up a piece of parchment, throwing it towards Lilys table in front.
Oh no, no, no, shit, cursed James as the parchment landed neatly on Lilys work making her turn around.
Hey, Lily. Sorry to be a pain but could it be possible if James and I could borrow your Potion
Remus Freakin' LupinREMUS:Remus Freakin' Lupin5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I'm Remus Freakin' Lupin
You kids can't understand
I was James' best friend
doesn't anyone recall
Not Sirius Black!
RON, HARRY, SNAPE & THE KIDS: [spoken] "NO?"
... No! It was always me,
I never had rabies!
Even though I was small,
when Greyback bit my little paw- I mean hand...
For a story knack,
was super cruel...
RON, SNAPE & THE KIDS:
... Tried to kill me because my parents,
refused to help the dark lord rule...
Even though I was a tiny little boy,
I shoulda died but my reputation was pretty much destroyed
by this evil guy and it's story that I never tell....
RON, HARRY & THE KIDS:
You're Remus Freakin' Lupin!
You're the best teacher here!
And a whole lot hotter!
Than Snape who wears that silly cape,
RON, HARRY & THE KIDS:
You also made fun of him in front of us all
If we're in trouble we know who to call!
Missing Haku pt. 1Chihiro Ogino sighed. Another morning, another day without him. She thought of Haku and her spirit world friends every day when she did her hair. Sometimes she wished she had forgotten them all. Waiting was hard. She sighed again, as she tied her hair back with her special purple hair band. It was the only thing she had from the spirit world, and she cherished it, even with all the memories, good and bad, that came with it.Missing Haku pt. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As she left for school, she reminded herself that Haku had promised that they would meet again. That had been almost four years ago. She was in middle school now, where most of the kids thought she was a dreamer. She had tried to fit in, she really had, but she couldnt keep her mind off the spirit world, and it interfered with her social skills. She had found friends in the art club though, where she drew pictures of the spirit world and especially Haku. She never told anyone of her adventures, and brushed off most questions about her picture