Dirt Beneath the CobblesDirt Beneath the Cobbles2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
London did not make itself an easy city to love; Christina knew that better than most. Keeping her eyes fixed to the cobbles underfoot, she forced herself to ignore the flood of people crowding into the streets, focusing on following the map tucked away in her memory. The 'In-Between' ran across the bridges of London. An area where the nobility could be found, braving the fetid air drifting across from the slums, gawking at the poor, worthless people who fell into the wrong side of London.
Pulling the rim of her hat lower Christina shrugged past the well dressed sightseers, slipping into the maze of narrow alleyways and filthy terraces which made up the slims. Sidestepping beggars; who huddled in doorways with outstretched palms, she gripped onto her collar, hiding behind the discoloured leather as she moved quickly. Here was where the unsavoury were kept out of sight. The laws set by men like Christina's father forbid those 'of less than pleasing appearance' to step onto the far banks
A Rose for Elizabeth SiddalA Rose for Elizabeth Siddal5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At a lonely grave, Highgate bound
Kneels a ghost of love on winter ground
Weeping tears; a heart unfurled
Of sorrows unseen by the world.
Memories sound in gentle stillness
-Ophelia drowned in fatal illness
His love was late at her bedside
A fairer suit thus suicide
but she had always been and would-
The beauty whom his soul was tied.
A parting kiss, a whispered prayer
Love's poems concealed within her hair
And in the ground she then had slept
His paintings bled, his soul had wept
Each face was hers, each written word,
Tormenting dreams, each song he heard.
And from his guilt he tried to hide
A selfish wish tainted with pride
To take the gift buried within-
The grave she did reside.
Preserved was she, Her beauty true
Sleeping without breath
The Angel of his heart and soul
A rose untouched by death.
Excerpt of 'Day of the Dragons'Excerpt of 'Day of the Dragons'2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- - An excerpt, taken from the fourth chapter of "The Girl in the Corner...", the 1st Episode in the "Day of the Dragons" serial, 2nd Edition of the Clockhaven Chronicles, by P.S. Chambers. (Copyright © 2012 by Penny Gaff Publishing, LLC)- -
Alone, Stan settled lower in the cockpit seat, assuming his natural role of observer rather than participant. Few of this select assembly were familiar to him. Some he had met with the briefest of introductions, while most were complete strangers. What he did know came from the gossip Missus Voorhees, his sturdy and earthy landlady, regaled him with during meal times.
The military men in their immaculate blue uniforms, gleaming black boots, and chests festooned with shiny bits of metal and colored ribbons, laid siege to a table garrisoned with ranks of bottled liquors. The servants were hard pressed to replace the casualties inflicted by the soldi
Changing GearsMy morning oats taste particularly bland this morning. I look outside the clouded windows and see the city across every inch of my vision. Buildings of all shapes and sizes are formed from copper, brass, and iron. At all times of the day, the city's Gears are churning.Changing Gears2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Gears are the machines that run the city, the country, possibly even the entire world. Metals are formed together to form them, robotic men designed to replace our government. Their voices boom over the industrial noises of the factories and drown seem to drown out all individual conversations. We're free, I suppose, but they all say that there was once a time when freedom was all we had.
Across the street, I see Thayoden. He's a boy who works in the aircraft factory, constructing engines and attaching steering wheels and dials to bi-planes. I met him in Industry class when we were both eleven years old. Ever since then, we've grown apart, but I still see him and think of how much I miss being with him. But we're dif
Intertwined HandsThough I think we fit,Intertwined Hands2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel like something's wrong,
with our bodies pressed together,
what happened to our song?
Why did the all the pictures fade away?
Why don't you put the special moments on replay?
What happened to the magic spark?
The speed of the marching band matching my heart?
Almost everything's gone,
but stored in my head,
after you fled.
You still hold me,
with glue, like rubber bands,
as you stare down,
at our intertwined hands.
How To Die In a Horror Movie1. Freddy doesn't scare me, if he tried to appear in my dreams, they'd scare him and he'd leave.How To Die In a Horror Movie5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. A dude in a hokey mask is not scary, I'd think he was a goaly and throw a puck at him.
3. If Michael Myers was on a rampage through my town, I'd hug him.
4. If a man called me and asked "Have you checked the children?" I'd tell him "Yes, they're good, very good. And so am I! Wanna come down and play boardgames with us!?"
5. A serial killer has captured me, I'd cause him to call the police on himself by arguing against how he wants to kill me. Hey, if I'm gonna get killed, they better kill me my way!!
6. There is nothing scary about a dude with needles in his head, he just really needs to go to an emergency room.
7. Zombie children want to kill everyone who is not related to them, well I'm not related to them, but I'll give em a time out anyways.
8. Jigsaw wants to play a game, but I don't like that game. I'll demand we play Candy Land instead.
9. It's never nice to give someone up to the
Ways to conquer heartbreakDance with fistfuls of roses, shred their petals one by one and wear their thorns like armor.Ways to conquer heartbreak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write your secrets between the folds of paper cranes and tuck them safely between the empty spaces of your castle ribs.
Open your broken heart to hummingbirds, allow them the warmth and shelter of your arms.
Rebel. Tape poetry to your limbs, Cummings and Sandburg and Sexton.
Take a walk outside of your skin for a while, run with wolves.
Extinguish that forest fire that’s been curling too long in your lungs.
Be that lionhearted girl those snobby poets always write about.
Allow that cavern of stars in your throat to speak your truths in uppercase letters, in free verse yet to be proofread.
Write about wars and victory.
Be the hero.
Losing Herself"Who does she think she is?"Losing Herself3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"That trash needs to leave this city!"
"You're a worthless nobody!"
The crowd surrounded her, hurling insults so fierce and strong that she fell to her knees. She'd lost. She'd lost everything and therefore deserved their hatred. Mako glared at her from a rooftop, Asami snickering on his arm. Bolin refused to make eye contact. Jinora ignored. Ikki sniggered. Meelo laughed.
They all relished her suffering.
Long ago, she would have used her bending to shut them up, but now
Tenzin plowed through the crowd. Her heart, weak and tired and fragile, rose at the sight of him and started to soar when he lifted her off the dirty street, pulling her through the mass of people. They tugged on her clothes, scratched her skin, clawed at her hair. She buried her face against Tenzin's back and clutched his robes; her eyes leaked acid, and it burned, it burned.
He tossed her onto a stage, where everyone could have a view of the Avatar who once was, th
The End Of The WorldThe End Of The World4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There is a place, at the end of the world,
A land beaten by the ocean's waves.
Beyond dark marshes as far as the eye can see,
Past the Black Mountains,
Further than the Lake of Anguish,
Sing Riwannon's birds of death.
Beyond the Valleys of Blood,
Past plains of arid moors,
Further than the Beach of Bones,
Echoes the shadows' complaints
And the krieriens' wails.
Beyond the Bay of the Dead,
Past the islands of Sein and Ouessant,
Is a place where the apples forever grow
And those who inhabit crystal palaces
Know no sorrow, illness or need,
Where the great kings sleep and where their bards,
Whose harps of fire with silver strings,
Will wake them up one day.
There is a place at the very end of Gaul, Claudian once said,
A place beaten by the ocean's waves
Where one hears the shadows' complaints
as they fly with a soft sound.
There is a place in the West of the ocean, Merlin once said,
An island covered with apple trees
Where one hears the souls' songs
As they dance to the sound of harps.
Cleansing ritualSageCleansing ritual3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Smudge clockwise in every room.
Bless this space by this rhyme
Bless this place bless this time
Energies be cleansed and clear
Take away all anger and fear
Then go around clockwise with the rain water sprinkling it chanting
I call my angels come to me
Bring me positive energy
Bless my home and hearth
Touch your magic to my heart
Then sprinkle salt in the four directions
My magic wield
In safety here
With no fear
The Druid WayIn deep woods,The Druid Way9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The three gather,
Bowing their heads,
Speak “merry meet”.
Form a circle,
‘Round a fire,
As they chant.
Earth, Air, Water,
Fire and Spirit”.
The Goddess joins,
“Oh! Hecate, we thank’th thee!
Dance with us!
So mote it be!”
Drunk on song and ghost,
The spell is cast,
Thank the divine,
“Merry part, Blessed be”.
Autolalia 2“…no testing ever again?”Autolalia 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The voice was so quiet that GLaDOS almost didn’t hear it at first. She jerked her optic away from the sensor readings to stare at the test chamber. The sheet she’d dropped over her test subject was moving, and, hardly daring to believe it, she breathed, “Chell?”
As the human shoved the sheet off, GLaDOS could see she was laughing. Waves of emotion crashed over her, threatening to overwhelm her systems. She was relieved and furious and giddy all at the same time.
“You fell for it,” the test subject said as she stood up, shaking with laughter. “I can’t believe that actually worked. ‘I’ll even bake a cake for you!’” she mimicked. “It was all I could do to keep from laughing.”
“You…how did you do it?” GLaDOS managed. Despite her fury, she couldn’t help but be impressed with the girl. Scientific curiosity was getting the
The BalloonShe hated him so much that she wanted to love him. She wanted to love him more than anything in her life. She wanted to wrap him up in her arms and promise to keep him forever.The Balloon3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But they tell her to leave him. "We know his type," they say. "The minute you begin to care about him, he leaves you forever and you'll be left to pick up the pieces."
She knows that they're right. She holds him by a string while he's miles above her. She loathes him, but her heart races every time she thinks of letting go of the string. She closes her eyes and the minute she opens them, she has to frantically reach for him.
Purple shadows grow beneath her eyes and blisters form where she has him tied at her wrist.
"Let him go," they whisper as they try to loosen him from her arm.
She shuffles, sleepy-eyed through the park, dragging him along behind her. A woman runs up behind her and points to the string.
"He is absolutely lovely. You're very lucky to have him miss," the woman says.
She begins to remove him fro
LizzieFrom the moment I saw her I knew she was the one. Smooth alabaster skin framed with rich, copper curls; cherry lips curving into the faintest flicker of a smile; emerald eyes gleaming beneath long ebony lashes. A picture of such great beauty that none could compare. My artist's fingers ached to paint her, to capture that eternal glory and share it with the world. Yet the hands of a man are much less generous, and I was no exception. I wanted her. To take her, to feel her perfect form against me, to claim her as my own. My model, my muse; Lizzie.Lizzie5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was walking when I first laid eyes upon her, dainty feet gracing the cobbled streets of London. Her body seemed to slide over the ground, hardly moving, her elegance shining through her impoverished exterior. Her breasts heaved beneath a tight bodice, her skirt a little shorter than what was decent. There was no mistaking what she was, but that face, the face of an angel. And such sadness in those glowing orbs, such quiet desperation. Oh, i
You walk past meI am like an earth worm in love with a star,You walk past me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pile of ashes dazzled by the sun,
A sinner stunned by an angel.
And you walk past me,
I could drown in the ocean of your eyes,
Could ignite at the sound of your voice,
Could dissolve when you smile.
And yet you walk past me,
Safety NetMako woke to the sounds of screaming.Safety Net3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No, it wasn't really screaming it was more of a horrible, ear-piercing, infantile screeching, the same exact sound that had plagued him every night and every day for the past two months. He groaned.
Reika was crying again. And he was not surprised. He'd been listening to her screeching all night long. She'd finally tuckered out a few hours ago but was back at it again, lungs as powerful as ever.
As his body slowly started waking up, his eyelids trying desperately to open, he felt a body stirring next to him and heard a familiar muffled moan against his back. Korra must have gotten home during one of the two precious hours the baby had granted him sleep. He rolled over to look at his wife, and her eyes opened slowly, their brilliant blue muted by the dark. She looked at him sleepily, expectantly.
Oh, no. Not tonight. He'd already put in his time.
"It's your turn," he mumbled before she could even ask. He'd spent the whole day working at
Ocean Beauty chapter 2The moon shined down on the ocean, creating a sapphire glow. Far away from the noise of the party was a small cove. Not many knew about this cove...or to be accurate, not many humans. It was an almost sanctuary like place where dolphins played and mer-people gathered. You heard me. Mer-people. The thought-to-be fantasy creatures in story tales of half humans and half fish exist in this world. But, I digress. Let's get back to the plot of the story.Ocean Beauty chapter 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A melodic, soft harmony came from the shore line of the cove. Perched on top of a rock, was a mermaid. Her sea green/teal tail fin swayed up and down with the beat of her song. Her only article of clothing was a deep blue sea-shell bra. (A/N: Like the one Ariel wore in The Little Mermaid) Her sun-bleached blond hair was held up in a pony tail and her eyes were closed as she continued her song. Her tranquility was cut short by someone calling out her "formal" name.
"Princess Bridgette! There you are!" Opening her eyes, revealing a bright gree
Temptation (revised)Temptation (revised)8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Temptation is beauty's fatal allure,
For her promises are never secure.
She calls, she tempts, she bewitches so quick,
Yet her end is ruin, a very cruel trick.
When first sought she brings great pleasure,
Then she fades and also her treasure.
Why does she cause such pain to man?
Was her creation part of His plan?
Eve in the Garden lived unspoiled,
Yet at her feet a serpent lay coiled.
Sweet words of poison came from the snake.
Calling for the forbidden fruit to take.
Then something wicked boiled within,
And her lips yearned for the sweetness of sin.
With a taste her soul evil did know,
And the Lord's work was brought to woe.
My temptation began with a glance.
A beautiful woman I met by chance.
Regal and stunning and all together fair,
A statuesque beauty with scarlet hair.
Porcelain skin and braided tress,
Yet sultry curves hid beneath her dress.
Charm and decorum are at her command,
For her mind is sharp and her wit grand.
Yet her presence is witchcraft to me,
Even in my dreams I cann
InstructionsWear dreamsong like a gownInstructions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wear rainscent like a cloak
no shoes, your bare feet know the way
in and out the twisted place
tell them you don't know your name
yet don't dare to actually forget
listen to the honey light fiddle
but forbid your feet to dance
for the music is enchanting
and your feet won't stop
when you want to leave
sing a homesong, follow your feet
through dark forest, over fragile bridge
unknown paths, an open door
you will never find back.
The Celestial GuardianAndes entered the grove with an ominous stare. The eerie greens and browns of the thick forest canopy swayed gently among the high gale like some solemn ritual. A pool rippled on the far corner of the grove, showering the dewy grass with rainbows of blurred water vapor. The high moon provided scant light among the shrouded silhouettes of trees and bushes, sending a linear wave of cold fear tracing down Andes' spine. He carefully dropped a hand to his scabbard and entered the grove.The Celestial Guardian8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A thick smell brought his cautious approach to a halt as abruptly as a thunderclap. Something gave the young man pause, something faintly sour like decaying flesh. His hand hovered idly above his sword's hilt, unable to make the final descent and withdraw his steel blade. Andes felt as if he was drowning. His lungs strained to expand and inhale the life oxygen that his body was so desperately in need of. Swirling, shadowy tendrils leaped into being and traced along the forest canopy, sinuously circling the y
Mechanical loveMechanical love3 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
The Engineer curses.
Cups are knocked over.
Screws and gears scatter wildly.
Wine spills, drips on the floorboards.
A precious glass vial is just barely caught.
His assistant is cowering under the table, hiding.
Hurtling hunk of metal comes straight for him, he squeaks.
Assistant tries to dodge, forgets where he is and hits his head.
The Engineer gets a heavy wrench, hefts it, swings it threateningly.
He is not fast enough, every swing just hits air, making him dance around.
It is a silly dance, all flailing arms and stumbling steps, twirling in dizzy circles.
The assisistant comes out to help, gets nearly hit, is drawn into the dance himself.
"Stay behind me." the Engineer orders, pulling him to safety, out of the flying objects way.
Mechanical hearts all aflutter bumble around the room, bumping into furniture, emptying the shelves.
"Love is in the air~" the radio sings.