Prey and Predator Ch.31Part XXXI: NightsonPrey and Predator Ch.312 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Exhaustion. Oh, lord. What devil possessed me into thinking I could sleep for a few hours at night and stay up an entire day, plus the night that followed? And without feeding on a drop of human blood! I’d gotten home and Bristol had to practically force-feed me a bag of donor’s blood just to get me up the stairs since he still had a hip injury to worry about and couldn’t carry me up as he could 50 years ago. I fell into my coffin and truly felt like I had died. I believe anyone who would have seen me tucked into my coffin so snugly in such a deep sleep would not have dreamed of questioning my death. I slept the rest of the night as well as the next day, entirely submerged in a dreamless sleep.
When I awoke next morning, Ian had yet to be heard from. I had such mixed feelings about that fact. I was relieved and felt dreadful for it. I was glad to have a moment of peace around my home and only too delighted of not finding any corpses lying around t
Wind of nostalgiaWind of nostalgiaWind of nostalgia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a wind of nostalgia engulf me,
My head is spinning,
My stomach is aching,
My heart is pounding,
I feel the chill and excitement,
I feel the warmth and sweetness,
I feel the happiness flying away,
As a wind of nostalgia engulf me,
I feel all the feelings coming back to me,
I feel all the suppressed love bursting out,
I feel all of my senses alert in your wait,
I think I will cry,
This nostalgia is just too strong,
This love is just too big,
I have to kiss you again,
On the cheek like a gentlemen,
On the hand like a lord,
On the lips like a lover,
This wind is pushing you away,
But the nostalgia it brought will stay,
My heart aches,
All the butterflies in my tummy want to fly away,
All of my being wants to fly to you,
All that I want is to love you,
Do you agree?
Yaoi FangirlYaoi FangirlYaoi Fangirl7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, I'm a yaoi fangirl,
And my boyfriend has a lover,
I hug them and I squeeze them,
I and watch them kiss each other.
Oh I'm a yaoi fangirl,
If I see it on the street
I'll think it's nice and kinky,
Oh, they're cute enough to eat!
Oh, I'm a yaoi fangirl,
All my stories filled with Slash
I hate when I see canon,
Oh, well, maybe just a dash...
Oh I'm a yaoi fangirl,
And my toyboy has a friend,
Some others think it's sick, but
I'll stick with them till the end!
Oh I'm a yaoi fangirl,
It's an obsession I won't tame,
My boyfriend has a boyfriend,
And I love them both the same!
Because You Helped MeMercutio heard his own breath come in ragged hiccups as he stared at the grass in front of him. The tree he was leaning on was a good support, not the best, but it was keeping him upright. For now. He tried so hard not to notice it when Cian walked into his line of vision, but it was impossible not to. Cian planted himself in front of Mercutio, all of his body in direct sight. Mercutio shivered as he heard Cian take in a breath to speak.Because You Helped Me3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What are you talking about?" Cian asked.
Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about. Mercutio thought spitefully, even though he was painfully aware of the fact that Cian actually knew nothing of Mercutio's situation. And it wasn't that he was trying to find a way to hurt Mercutio right now. In fact, from the tone and inflection of his voice, it was easy to say Cian was concerned. Rightfully so, really, because wouldn't anyone be
SG1 K-9 Ch 1SG1 K-9SG1 K-9 Ch 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
General O'Neill watched from the Control room as the Gate sprung to life with an incoming wormhole. The iris automatically shut as they waited for the proper code. Everything so far was perfectly routine. SG1 was due back from what they had described as an uneventful mission.
"It's SG1, Sir." The technician announced.
"Open the iris."
Sam and Teal'c stepped from the event horizon onto the ramp and were quickly joined by Daniel. Jack was just about to turn away when a fourth stepped through the shimmering blue vortex. The unexpected guest was not human, it was a large dog that looked to be a cross between a German Shepard and a wolf. The animal looked around and his toothy jaw dropped open.
"Carter!" Jack called across the intercom. "On your six!"
Sam whipped around and froze at the sight of the large wolf like dog that was standing on the ramp behind her. She automatically raised her weapon at the creature. Teal'c also brought his staff weapon into posit
In Your ArmsI close my eyes and hold my breathIn Your Arms10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To hear your breathe.
I lay my head against your chest
And feel your heart beating steadily.
Here is a place where I am safe and warm
Free from the cares of the world,
A place where I long to be always
When I'm happy
When I'm sad
When I'm lonely
A place where I can brave the storm.
As I live my life
You raise me up and hold me close to you,
I am cherished and protected
In your arms.
Prey and Predator Ch.14Part XIV: JacePrey and Predator Ch.142 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Smith Had died yesterday night. That damned bastard. I was sure karma would get me for feeling this great about another person's death but how could I help it? The mere thought of that man hanged and ripped was a pleasure to me. His death would be a favor to society. He had it coming and he damn well knew it. I didn't know if he actually committed suicide but whatever the reason of his dead was… I was happy. That man is the reason was like that, the reason was such a coward, and he would rot in hell for it. Sithis would judge him.
I hurried along and knocked on Daniels door. He was probably smashed again… Talk about premature cirrhosis. I just decided to let myself in as usual and directed myself down to his bedroom where he laid unconscious on his full-sized bed, tangled in blue and grey sheets and pillows. He was faced down, clearly exhausted. I could have just walked away, he wouldn't even had noticed I was there, but I needed to speak to him about the current events.
Magic tearsThose magic tears,Magic tears5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Really suit me,
They cover me in bliss,
They show me the way to go,
I cannot share them,
They're my own to bear,
They would be yours,
If you ever ask for them,
I would be all yours,
If you ever ask for me,
Make me happy.
And If I Die Before I Wake...Going crazyAnd If I Die Before I Wake...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone save me
From myself tonight
The world on my shoulders
Just laughs from my beholders
I cannot scream without a fight
In a war of virtue and of vengeance
The devil clears the sky
A laugh, a smirk, a seductive stance
As I embrace the evil inside
My vision stark red
My aura black
I await nimble
For the attack
For you to come
And to see
Nothing good comes
From that trinity
give it your all
Your prayer beads
Are sure to fall
And as they do
I encroach for the kill
Just another "martyr"
It's just "His will"
Chills through my spine as the blood newly wet
Poors forth from thy body on the cement
The demon inside me coos in delight
As the soul from the real me screams in fright.
Closed EyesWhen children close their eyes, even if only for a second, they can still see. But what they see is another world filled with miracles and mayhem. However as a child grows older, they tend to lose that world as it crumbles and fades from existence. Their imaginary friends forgotten and their adventures left untold. But sometimes, just sometimes, a child can break through maturity with that world still intact.Closed Eyes2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am Kae Brown, and as the youngest of three siblings in a family that constantly moved from one home to another, I learned fast that friendships and bonds don't last forever. I lived for the fantasies that each book on the shelf and every movie shown through the television brought to my dismal life. Each story brought about questions never asked and ideas never before adventured. I started to see my bed room as a universe of a million worlds, a realm of fantasies. Each time I grew bored with reality, I would go to my bed room and close my eyes, and unlock the wondrous stories of
PPP: Wizard SwearsWizard SwearsPPP: Wizard Swears8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Harry: Guys, Professor Dumbledore posted a list of words that are banded from Hogwarts. I didn't know that wizards had swears.
Hermione: Of course they do Harry. They're called "Wizard Swears".
Ron: Ooh, like cauldron bum.
Harry: Really? That's adorable.
Hermione: Oh, they're worse than that. Read some Harry.
Harry: Let's see here. Son of a Banshee. That's useful.
Hermione: Swish and Flicker. That's my favorite.
Snape: Ahem. Do my ears detect foul mouthedness?
Hermione: Oh no, Professor Sna-
Harry: Voldemort's Nipple!
Snape: Excuse me?!
Snape: I refuse to have this filth spilled in my presence, Mr. Potter. 500,000 points from Gryffindor.
Ron: Dragon Boogeys!
Harry: Everybody run! Expecto Patronads!
Snape: *sigh* Rabble rousers.
Harry: That was fun. Oh. Hi Neville.
Neville: Hello Harry, Hermione, Ronald. What's up guys?
Ron: We're saying magical naughty words like Jiggery Pokery.
Neville: *gasp* My granmother forbids me from using wraunchy language.
We were numb, and now we seeI know that you point and laugh at me now.. but would you if we were children?We were numb, and now we see4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As children, we didn't scrutinize things so much.. we accepted things as came, and we didn't question whether or not something was right or deemed 'wrong'.
So why is it that you still deny two giggling six-year-old girls the right to pretend to get married to each other?
It's because you don't want them to grow up 'wrong' or 'twisted' .. right..?
So when those two little girls kiss each other, because "that's what you do when you get married" do you make them sit in time out because "you're not allowed to kiss your friends" ?
Or are you afraid.. afraid to shatter the glass case that enshrouds them..? Are you so scared to shatter the innocence that 'protects' them from the real world..? Where people can marry whomever they please..?
That's right.. they can't.. not yet, at least.
Just because you have authority, it doesn't mean that you deserve to force them apart.
They may be young, they may be naive.. and th
ValentineI used to sit and dream about youValentine10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But dreams hold no comfort on their own
I used to just think about you
But thinking only ever gave me doubts
I used to wish and wish for you
But wishes only come true in stories
I guess that makes you my fairytale princess
You're too good to be true, but there you are
You're too smart to love, but here we are
You're too beautiful for words, but here they are
You're too perfect for me, but you say the same
Promise me no more broken dreams
And I'll give you everything
Promise me no more second doubts
And I'll love you forever
Promise me no more empty words
And I'll give you anything
Promise me your heart
And you're welcome to mine
SoulmatesYou know i want to be with youSoulmates12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for me there's nothing more
to dream of you beside me
and dance upon the shore
Though times i know are difficult
and you cannot be here
Then dream of me beside you
in thoughts i will be near
You say that we are soulmates
to me those words ring true
for when i try to sleep at night
my thoughts all run to you
I know that there is magic
and you have been touched too
perhaps if we both can believe
the dreams just might come true
But until then I'll be there
as you will be for me
to help you pass through worst of life
for friends we'll always be
Prey and Predator Ch.45Part XLV: NightsonPrey and Predator Ch.452 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was dead. I was so dead. I was deader than dead. I was deader than my dead uncle Jerry, that’s what I was. I actually don’t have a dead uncle Jerry… or perhaps I do, I can’t remember. I was trying to remember, though. I was trying very hard to remember my mortal childhood; my mother and father, my sisters, the children I played with growing up, my first puppy-crush… my vampire life, all my dead lovers, particularly Misha and Andrej, and of course, Evenna. They were all dead, just as I would be soon.
It wasn’t that I’d given up, not really. I wasn’t full of dread and despair and desperation as I’d been before. I felt… a sort of calm come over me. It wasn’t resignation either. I believe it might have been extreme arrogance.
No matter how I looked at it, I was dead. There was no escaping this place. I struggled against my bonds, but I’d lost too much blood and the silver collar clasped around m
Gray ScaleSpider websGray Scale4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On November skies
And birds waiting
On power lines,
When will the rain come?
And broken snow globes
Once snow filled cities
Must face their reality.
Shades of gray
Diversity of black
Simplicity of rainfall
Adorn the watercolour faces
And a child who remembers how to smile.
Last Beautiful GirlCastiel knew his decision to raise - or in this case, lower - Jo Harvelle was right when he found her heaven. The memory she was in at that point was a simple one. They were in what Castiel knew to be the Roadhouse. Castiel watched as Sam and Dean entered. It was remarkable to see Dean this way, unhaunted by memories of the Pit because he had not yet been there.Last Beautiful Girl4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Castiel watched silently as the Winchesters crept towards a man lying prone on a pool table. Ash, he knew, although he'd never met him. The angel-turned-God watched as Ellen and Jo leapt out, shotguns trained on the Winchesters. Castiel took note of the expression on Jo's face: pure admiration for the older Winchester.
He stepped forward, making himself known to her. She looked at him for a moment, confused. "Cas?" she asked as the rest of the scene played out before them, unaware that one of the characters was no longer playing h
The Scout and the Crab chp.32Chapter 32- RED ConfessionsThe Scout and the Crab chp.324 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scout wasn't sure how to react. There he was, pinned up against the wall of the infirmary -without a shirt- by the Sniper and accused of being attracted to the new BLU Spy due to no record of either one killing the other over the months. The next thing Scout knew, the Sniper was...kissing him! Which was bad!
At first, Scout just froze, trying to piece together how he got into this situation in the first place. It had to be the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt, the smell of sweat and testosterone must've messed up Sniper's mind and turned him on- and made him gay.
Actually, that was a pretty dumb idea now that Scout thought about it.
He began to panic and switch back to reality when he felt Sniper's calloused hands on his stomach, slowly gliding up towards his chest as he tried probing his tongue into Scout's mouth.
Oh, hell no!
By reflex, Scout's free hand felt around the Medic's desk. He took hold of the first object he could get his
SisterShe told black tales on her skinSister5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about ancient ruins and hurricanes.
Her legs speckled gray like ash;
her arms marked with different suns
She was the storyteller.
Once she lifted her tunic and
an infant etched itself on her skin,
holding onto her bellybutton
and dripping blood down her torso.
The outlined child cried for hours,
but it died before it could make a sound.
She was the newborn baptism;
She washed away its hands and feet.
Once she removed her shoes and
claw marks intertwined up her ankles.
She told us that they were the dead souls
who lied in their graves wanting to live;
they reached upward and only found her.
She couldn't help them, because she didn't live.
She existed in the midst of her wounds.
She was a passageway.
She told black tales on her skin
about violent lovers and earthquakes.
Her eyes speckled white like spirits;
her heart withered from different makers
She was the storyteller.
a.d.h.d. and depressiona.d.h.d. and depression3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
sometimes i will wake up in the morning and look out from my eyes; two small, imperfect telescopes transporting me into the world. my room is bright with tender brushstrokes of light, and everything seems to have a sterile feeling. a safe feeling.
i will get up with my arms and legs buckling like a doe's, delicate and beautiful but compromised. i will brush the wisps of blonde hair from my face, and yawn. yawning, i think, is lovely. it is such a delicate force; able to be stopped but worthwhile in the end.
i hate it when people stop themselves from yawning.
i will float through my house, tripping lightly down the uneven, warped stairs. i will tread on the carpet covering the visible memories of a dog.
i will breathe.
i rest my head on the clear pane of glass made solely to protect; the bus goes over a pothole and dances in a violent, rhythmic way that leaves my stomach churning. i don't feel very safe.
all around me, people are living their lives constantly in reality. the young
Disenchanted-Frerard-Chap.19~Gerard's P.O.V.~Disenchanted-Frerard-Chap.194 years ago in Romance More Like This
I awoke to Frank's silky, ebony hair tickling my nose, and his arms wrapped around my narrow waist. I stretched in content, and blinked the sleep out of my eyes. "Frankie babe, we gotta get up." His amber eyes shot open. "Wha?" He said, shaking his head. I chuckled a bit, and shoved him off of me. "C'mon Gerard, it's Saturday. Really?" "Yes, really. We're going to the mall." I said, flashing my cheesiest smile. "You're such a girl!" Squeaked Frank. "What? I need new skinny jeans." I shrugged. "My point exactly." He said. I rolled my eyes and playfully punched him. He leaped on me, shouting. We play-fighted for a few minutes, but I became worn out. I slipped on my Iron Maiden t-shirt and a pair of worn black jeans. Frank borrowed one of my shirts, and he pulled on a pair of his own jeans, since mine were about five inches too long. We crept up the stairs and tiptoed past Mikey's room, he was dead asleep, his mouth hanging open and his blankets strewn all ove
I am not my illness. I am not my illness.I am not my illness.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I've had depression for three years, and I used to hate the way my illness had changed me. I thought I could never be the girl I used to be. But my psychologist helped me to see that my illness can never change the inner me. In the end, I will have changed I will be stronger for this battle but my central values and the things that make me 'me' will always remain the same.
I am not my illness.
I have schizophrenia. People call me crazy, and avoid me, because I hear voices and talk to them. Maybe I am crazy sometimes, when I have an episode. But I'm not always crazy. I may be schizophrenic, but schizophrenic is not all I am.
I am not my illness.
The girls at school all tease me because I always stutter when I talk, and sometimes I try to speak but my mouth can't form the words. They call me retarded, dumb. I've never really had any real friends, all because I have autis