The Nursing HomeThere's something about the way the nursing home smells. Some days the smell is worse than others. I'm not sure if it always smells this way, or if I happen to come by every week right as they are doing housekeeping. It's probably a mixture of the two; it always has an odd odor about it, which is amplified while dirty bedding is being taken from all of the rooms.The Nursing Home1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Explaining the scent of the nursing home is difficult for people who have never encountered something like it. On a normal day, there are a variety of very subtle smells which, when mixed together, smell like and incredibly cheap, and not at all sweet, bargain brand perfume. Imagine the smell of a Swiffer mop or diaper, mixed with the extremely faint smell of stale urine (faint enough that you can hardly smell anything substantial, but potent enough to make your nostrils burn as you walk by the bedrooms), and then also add a hint of used towel. This is the smell on a good day, while on bad days the smells of various other bodi
Drawing RequestsOh how much I hate requests,Drawing Requests1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You'll know if you were in my shoes,
Asking me to draw cute dresses,
But what I'm saying is true.
I might draw everything,
But I get that feeling,
When I ignore everyone,
I feel it by a million.
Kids that I don't know,
Tell me to be fair,
But it's annoying though,
So, get out of my hair!
I only draw things that I like,
Only when I'm in the mood,
I'm not willing to fight,
Just for something I don't do.
So, no requests,
I don't take blame,
I don't need those lie tests,
So please, stay in your lane.
Winters Bite Part 1 (AHP Nordics) It was a cold winter's day, which most would hope to be a snowman building paradise. A time to put on your mitts, snow pants, jacket and tuque, to plop in the sparkling snow and make snow angels.Winters Bite Part 1 (AHP Nordics)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
In this case however, it was not. Blizzards of whip pacing winds and face cutting shards of ice and snow ran through the air, freezing almost everything in its path. The bitter cold of the north would instantly chap your lips, and crack your skin. It seemed like even a minute out the warmth of a shelter would cause you to freeze, and be nothing but an empty corpse, lying in the snow.
Sure the north was used to snow, but not as harsh and strong as this.
Sitting at a hard wood table, glaring through a window, and griping his hair, Matthias was very uptight with the current weather, and didn't want to be kept in by some 'stupid' snow. Very anxious to do what he wanted to do, he cursed at the snow, and claimed he could face it any day.
StormThe sky was grey and the air was muggy with the scent of rain. Clouds swarmed and twisted, lightning strewned the sky, and there was a low rumble of thunder. He watched from his screen door, ignoring the cold gust that passed.Storm1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His neighborhood was empty, not one person seemed brave enough to take a step outside, but he couldn't blame them, he didn't want to go out there either. He felt warm finger tips brush against his bicep, turning his head, he smiled at the girl looking up at him with large green eyes.
"What are you looking at?" she asked, looking out the screen herself, he pulled her closer to him, resting his hand on her waist.
"Just watching the storm," he said, moving a strand of hair to the back of her ear, he resumed looking out the screen door. Lightning danced across the sky, he turned to look at her, the pair both wearing smiles.
Another bolt struck the sky and they kissed, thunder tore at the silence. Finally the patter of rain sounded, he looked at her, her smile was rad
Drunken ConfessionA teenage boy stumbled a bit as he walked out of a bar.Drunken Confession1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Damn,' he thought, 'Good thing I didn't drink too much.' The boy's face looked a bit flushed. He just needed to get out of that place.
The boy tousles his black hair in frustration. 'Damn it...' he slammed his fist against the brick wall near him. 'Why can't I get you out of my head, you bastard?'
An image of a boy popped in his once more. It was a familiar blonde who was still smiling and laughing. For Leo, just remembering his face, was just pure torture.
How did it happen? How in the world did he have to fall in love his best and childhood friend, who was also a guy like him?
Leo became frustrated when he was drinking at the bar because images of that guy would keep popping up in his mind. That's the reason why he started to drink. To get his mind off of him.
But it didn't work. It was to the point that Leo couldn't take it anymore. He took out his phone and pressed speed dial.
Each ring made him ne
Tonight is the NightTonight is the Night1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tonight is the night,
When the monsters come out to play
When the demons find new victims to torture
When the ghosts and ghouls find new homes to haunt
When the vampires feast on hot, sticky blood
When the werewolves rip their enemies to shreds
When the witches brew deadly potions
When the zombies feed on warm human flesh
Tonight is the night,
When all your nightmares come true.
That GirlAm I "That Girl"?That Girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"That Girl", who just broke up with her boyfriend
And is hanging out with someone new
Not 2 days later?
But when you say I'm "That Girl"
Do you understand
I broke up with him in the first place?
You don't know how miserable I was
You don't know how happy I am
With someone new
And you don't want to know
Because you are happier just calling me
8-20-2012: Smokes"I'm already dying anyway. I might as well have a damn smoke."8-20-2012: Smokes1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can't believe her. The doctor is out of the room for less than fifteen seconds and already she's sifting through her purse, looking for something that I confiscated nearly half a day ago while she was in surgery. She was finally awake and talking when the doctor came in about an hour ago to discuss what was found during the operation. If she didn't quit smoking, she'd be dying a lot sooner than she'd intended. The damage was already done, but if she wanted to live longer, it had to happen. It wasn't an invitation to sit-down and go on as before, but she took it that way.
"Where are those damn smokes?" She isn't really speaking. Her words are coming out in a more hacking, choking sort of way.
"You can't smoke in here, Ma."
"The hell I can't."
"It's a hospital. You can't smoke in hospitals."
She coughs. "Murderers c
FallingI am falling. I am falling very quickly and for a very long time, slipping through the air at astonishing speed, the wind biting at my face and forcing my eyes shut, even though I know I'd only see the rapidly increasing ground if I opened them. I know why I am falling. I am falling because I was pushed from the mountain. I am falling because I was betrayed.Falling1 year ago in Settings More Like This
I know I will die, and I know it will be soon. I'll hit the ground and die instantly, my body twisted and broken like a crashed ship.
"Brother, why did you bring me up here?" I asked, timidly, looking deep into my brother's familiar face, his large black-blue eyes flecked with gold, just like mine, and his thick brown curls, just like mine. He was bigger than me though, and he made me feel safe, like hiding from a lion in the arms of a big oak tree.
"Little sister," My brothers voice was soft and comforting, "I brought you up here for one reason. I want you to remember something."
The ground grows ever closer, and people bel
I Have No OpinionI Have No OpinionI Have No Opinion1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It does not seem to matter to someone
What I say;
Whether I am right or wrong.
When I give my notes about things around me,
Someone picks yup a whip to lash;
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But either way, am I an ASS?
I NEVER said I was an expert;
But I know how to observe and analyze.
When I leave my words on someone,
Why should you be so surprised?
But for you, What must I do?
You who are not among my minions?
It may be best for us both
That I claim
"I have no opinion."
A Once Faded MemoryI remember.A Once Faded Memory1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember when I was young,
You came to my bedroom and tucked me in,
Turned on a nightlight to help me sleep,
Played the snow globes sweet melody,
And say, " Night night."
And I replied, " Love you."
And you did the same, " Love you too."
I remember when I searched my closet,
And found a small snow globe,
That played the sweetest sound a little girl once knew.
Mickey in the glass,
Once faded into the past,
Has brought out that little girl once again.
I now live.
I live in memory of the light bathed onto my bed,
And before you left you kissed my head,
What was once forgotten,
Has been reminded by a soft mellow sound.
In Love With a MonsterI fell in love with a monster. I knew what he was the moment we met. He was cruel. Cold. He was a murder, but I loved him all the same.In Love With a Monster1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
He told me his secrets.
He told me his dreams.
Two others had come before me.
He killed them and told me that I'd be next.
We were destined for one another, if only for a short time.
That thought should have frightened me. It should have made me cry.
Instead, I loved him even more.
Rant 11I'm not going to lie, there are nights I wish to fall asleep and never wake from my pleasant dream to this nightmare. I wake up and all I see is a corrupt mess and people that constantly watch their backs for fear of someone tripping them up in their stride to become something better or find someone to better themselves.Rant 111 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The daytime is filled with loath from others chipping away at my pride and happiness I wake up with. All I hear is peoples problems of the rat race of the day, never a moment to relax and have a breather, arguments of relationships going wrong and falling out of love. At no point in the day do I hear or feel the happiness that should be there; it's stolen from you and lost in the breeze. Instead of the sound of laughter, it's replaced by the crunching and grinding of teeth clenching together, biting the bullet and praying inside for the end of the day.
I release at night when I leave the chaos of the day, as soon as my front door closes, my stress is left outside. I sm
OuchSomething's stuck in my throatOuch1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's clawing its way out,
tearing at the lining of my esophagus
leaving it in shreds.
Something's lodged in my brain
twisting and turning
its way through my veins
trying to make it to my heart.
Something hurts in my chest,
the unending pounding through my blood
causing me to double over in pain,
the waves shooting out into the rest of me.
Something is burning my lungs
constricting my breathing
and making life so much harder to bear.
This just isn't right.
Something is breaking me apart,
ripping me in two with no regards.
All it wants is to destroy me,
and it's doing one hell of a job.
Cruelty-1Cruelty-Part OneCruelty-11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
From what I could tell, there were twelve of us and three of them. Outnumbered, yes. Beatable, no. I only arrived in this hellhole a few weeks ago, but there are some who have been here for years. We all countdown to the day we die or grow too sick or old for their entertainment and use.
At first glance, this place looks like a paradise. But behind the glamour of expensive clothes, furniture and décor, it is an utter nightmare.
We all live together and knew one another as if we were family. The room where most of our lives were spent was spacious and was almost like three rooms in one. A bedroom was on a raised platform with four tripled bunk beds. A living area contained a huge flat screen television propped up on the mantel of the fire place, couches formed a 'U' around it with a small coffee table in the center. Finally there even was a library, shelves reaching from floor to ceiling stocked tight with books of all different sizes. The bathrooms and dining hall
FriendA person whom you can trust,Friend1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
who's faithful until both are dust
Sees through a set of similar eyes
Knows when you speak truth or lies
A shoulder, there to comfort you
A true voice, that knows what's best for you
A conspirator to make joy and have fun,
who knows what's right or when something shouldn't be done
An uplifting soul, who changes your mood,
makes you feel merry, when before, you brood
An ear to listen to every scheme,
to help determine reality or dream
A face that smiles and you know everywhere,
it shows their thoughts and when they care
A body that's warm and has its own beat,
one that's fun to see, and to meet
So, a friend is someone like you,
who's faithful, brave, honest and true
And no matter how many people I see
I will never see a better friend than you for me
Why do people hate Hetalia so much?Some people say stuff like 'Hetalia is stupid' and 'it makes fun of history'Why do people hate Hetalia so much?1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
I personally don't get that. I think it's funny, and it helps me remember my history facts. I mean, it isn't so educational that it's like a history class, but it helps. And it has this charm to it. I mean, what's so bad about it? It's not like it's racist or anything. All it is is personified countries explaining history. I mean seriously haters, there's not much to hate.
Now, some people say 'only yaoi obsessed freaks watch it' I'm not yaoi obsessed, and niether are some other people who have watched Hetalia. I mean, they say it's a bunch of gay landmasses. First of all, most of the characters aren't even close to being gay. Examples: England, America, Japan, China, Norway, Finland, Spain(Just because he cares about his henchman does not mean he's gay) etc. There are only one person I can think of: Sweden, and this is only because he calls Finland "M'wife". Also, they say 'Hetalia is for girls' Not true. I h
MistakeIn the moment, with the alcohol's still lingering hold on my mindMistake1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
The smell of fireworks, the sound of rain, the warmth of him holding me
It all seemed so perfect.
My hand caressing his collarbone, tracing a line across his neck to his face
I delicately drew circles on his cheek, touching ever so gently my thumb to his lips.
I felt the inexplicable magnetic pull, wanting so badly his lips to touch mine.
And when our lips finally met, it was like time itself had slowed down.
The rest of the night, wrapped in his arms, felt perfect.
But today, I have an uneasy feeling in my stomach.
My phone is lacking a text from him.
My heart is lacking the happiness I usually feel
And what's worse,
I feel like I made a huge mistake. . .
A Small Difference Between Our WorldsIn my world, the intelligent kids are the most popular. While in the other world I know, beauty is more valuable than knowledge.A Small Difference Between Our Worlds1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Ever since I was in elementary school, I have noticed that intelligent scholars are the most popular. In T.V. shows about high school life, I saw that cheerleaders and varsity football players (Or players of any other varsity sport) are the most popular. I've noticed that they have a lot of admires because they are charismatic and attractive.
Nope, we don't care about that. Sure the cool and good-looking kids here have the same amount friends and all that but their friends don't hang around them just to fit. They like them for who they are. And they don't betray and deceive each other for a much cooler friend. We stick together.
As for the nerds and geeks, they are like the center of attention. Most of the scholars here hang around the smart kids. My dad said that his most intelligent school mate is the most popular, everyone knows her. But you don't
DO NOT ENTERDO NOT ENTERDO NOT ENTER1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its scrawled across my door
Sometimes I write it upon the floor
Just to remind who-ever's around
That they are treading on fragile ground
To let them see inside my mind
In field, grassed and mined
To show them the dangers of
Seeking out my company and love
ShopaholicA woman walks in to a retail shop on a shopping mall.Shopaholic2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her clothes are expensive, brand-named, of good quality, so good in fact that they almost made up for the woman's obvious lack of taste. Her high-heeled shoes have never seen mud of smut in their entire life. In fact, the value of her hairdo alone could possibly feed a starving family for a month straight. However, the woman's ostentatious figure is shadowed by the sheer amount of colorful shopping bags and boxes of all sizes that she holds in her skinny arms.
That is not her first store today.
Nevertheless, she stops at the entrance of the shop and stares at the wondrous facade of capitalism: hallways and hallways of hangers bursting by their nails with multicolored clothes, so different from each other but, at heart, all the same, and the mass of people that wonders through them, endless and tirelessly searching for something that might catch their eye. The jolly commercial music reaches her ears, accompanied by the sound of point
Escape from miseryLately my past-times have included staring at your faceEscape from misery2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can almost taste
Almost feel your grace.
Black sand seeps through the cracks
Metal rises from the ashes
I didn't mean for you to create.
What have you wrought?
Interlude from nights spent in halls
Black birds following me.
It was a lie
I want to cry
But no blood will come to my eyes.
Won't you save me, save me
Call me to die
But even death is not victory
Escape from reality
No such option
I only exist in reality.
A summer of misery
Once again I am shadowed
I once read of a princess
Transformed in the light of the moon
Met her prince charming
And ran away on prose
But in this decrepit place
The princess's heart has been let to waste
And the prince's heart will never beat
Drops of blood hide the blackened rose.
Sculpt back together my desolate heart
Lest my breathing never again start
I need to hear-
Let me back inside
Turn back time tonight
And lock me back in the dark
There's something about you..There's something about youThere's something about you..2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I can't put my finger on it
You're different from the rest
But in a good way
I don't know what it is about you
But you pull me in
Maybe it's your eyes, full of happiness
Or your long, wavy hair
It could even be your smile
One that is so big and bright
I don't understand why I feel like this
Every time I see you, talk to you
Or even just imagine you with me
My heart races 10x fast
It only happens when I think of you
You entice me, make me happy
And most of all, you love me back
That must be it.. No one else could love me back as much as you do
No one else would put up with me
I guess that's also why I love you so much too
I'm glad you're different from the rest
Because compared to you, the rest are like clouds in the sky
All pretty much the same and something you see every day
Please stay different from the rest
And please stay with me too.
I love you.
DrinkI try to drink you away,Drink2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But there isn't enough alcohol in my house.
I want to bleed you out,
But i swore to my sister i wouldn't cut anymore.
I want to forget, but not forget you,
Just forget the bad memories.
I am cold as stone,
I've already bled out my heart.
I have issues but i try to not let them affect me,
But they tear me down and push me to the edge.
I don't want to feel all the broken emotions i feel right now,
I just want out, i really want out this time.
I want to drink to stay numb to avoid the blackness,
But her songs are so tempting.
So i'll fight for as long as i can befor her black wings take me.