AutumnIt would be your voiceAutumn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would think
Crisp and dark
Tumbling from the heavens
Yet it was only autumn leaves
Void of life
Crunching 'neath my feet
Dead as you are to me
love will hold youand here we see a madmanlove will hold you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a ramrod wedged between his shoulder blades
sitting in the corner
at the worst party the universe has ever seen --
there are bright lights and plentiful colors
but no people --
he twirls stardust
from his fingertips
and waves at midnight
when she passes by
he is the kind of man
that marvels at the scabs on his fingers
because he has no idea how they got there
he is the kind of man
whose bent back and
shambling stride are only mistaken
for odd quirks
fools who have never seen
a bare spine, devoid of flesh and nerve endings;
fools who do not know
what timeless agony looks like;
fools who read books
all the way to the very last page
people have asked him
why he is always running,
and he will smile the smile
of the brokenhearted and say
"i don't run anymore"
he was the man
with five decks of cards
hidden in his pockets and up his sleeves,
but the stars were never
a place for solitaire
the rules he disregarded
broke a column of stone
WoundWe are a blade and a bullet,Wound3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And we hurt in different ways.
Let's agree to disagree,
On my flaws, and on yours.
On occasion we were a storm
And more often than not
We rained on our parades.
But then we drowned in the dust,
In the ashes of quick remarks
And shades of misunderstanding.
I do not apologise, and nor should you,
For I am me and you are you
I wish you the very best,
And hope you remember me,
In the days of new black
And silly midnight secrets.
I'd Give Anything: Part 2Part 2: Percy's POVI'd Give Anything: Part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
My head hurts. There is a strange yet familiar pain behind my eyes that comes whenever I try to remember anything about my life. But I ignore it and struggle harder to remember every little detail about her. There's so much missing.
Annabeth. I know that her name is Annabeth, but no middle or last name exists in my mind. I know that she has eyes the color of storm clouds, and when she catches you in her gaze, it is practically impossible to look away. You feel like you're under a microscope whenever she looks at you and strangely, I love that feeling.
She has honey-blonde hair that curls wildly around her face. Even when she pulls it back into a pony-tail, it refuses to be tamed, much like her.
I know that I love her wi
Mias and Elle - Chapter 6With breakfast set hastily on the end table, Mias' eyes scanned the bedroom and in to the washroom through the open door; both were empty.Mias and Elle - Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was quite sure by this time that he would not receive a reply, but it helped to temporarily sooth his temper in a way that he could not understand. Perhaps she was playing a game. It was something in hearing her name; it invoked pleasant thoughts of her face that he could not repress.
"Where are you, my pet?" The amusement was fading quickly, "Elle."
Now stepping across the room slowly, Mias called out to Elle a few more times as he leaned in to give the washroom a more thorough visual inspection. Each step he made with caution, not knowing entirely what to expect. It was hard to contain his amusement when he saw the discarded wet towels on the floor, yet he was also disappointed that he had missed out on a delicious opportunity.
But, there was no sign of Elle anywhere. He could feel his blood starting to boil, his cheeks burning red visi
The reaping- Prims POVI smoothed down my white blouse and looked in the mirror. The blouse was a little too big, but it didn't really matter. Katniss said that the chances of my name being drawn in the reaping was one in a million. At that moment, Katniss walked through the door, sighing and throwing her game bag on the table. When she saw me, she smiled and walked up behind me.The reaping- Prims POV4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tuck in your tail, little duck," she said, tucking in the back of my blouse into my skirt.
"Quack," I gigged.
"Quack yourself," Katniss laughed lightly. I liked it when Katniss laughed. I didn't her it often, though. Me and Gale were the only ones who could make her laugh even slightly.
"Come on, lets eat," Katniss said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. I didn't have much appetite. Katniss didn't either; I could tell by the way she just poked her food with the fork. She left when my mom called her into another room, so I just sat there, poking around the plate with my fork, lost in mt own thoughts. I wasn't worried about me being
Kiss In the Rain I still remember when Finnick taught me to swim. Not just me, but all of the sixes. It was a cloudy, rainy, gloomy day. He was so graceful, even at eleven. He moved through the water like magic. As I watched him dive beneath the foamy crests, and felt the steady push and pull of the waves against my body, I could almost forget the reason I was there. I say 'almost' because none of us can ever forget what we were doing. We were in training, as each of us had been since reaching the age of five.Kiss In the Rain3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being an orphan in District 4 meant being responsible for preserving the innocence of children lucky enough to have people to miss them. We were fed and clothed and taught to survive. We were given the best chance possible. Then, when we were old enough, the strongest volunteered for the Games. It was a cruel reality that we faced, but it was better than letting everyone live in fear. We were respected, honored even. In some districts, we were called Careers, i
Rues DeathI looked up at the sky and sighed. I must me about noon. I looked at the pile of sticks and leaves I was trying to make a fire out of. Me and Katniss had made a plan to draw the Careers away from their camp so Katniss could blow up their food supply. I was in charge of making three fires to draw them away. The first two were done. The third one refused to work with me. My hands were hurting and my fingers were covered in splinters, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. Not now, so far into the games, were I realized for the first time I might actually have the smallest chance of winning. I stopped for a moment to listen to the mockingjays quiet song. The mockingjays!Rues Death4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I completely forgot about my four-note-tune I told Katniss about. I would sing it to the mockingjays and they would sing it back to me. I told her to listen for it, because if shes hears it, that means I'm safe. I stood up, wiping dirt off my pants, and singing the small tune. I waited, listening, and sure enough the mockingjays
Ticklish LipsI was drenched to the bone and it was freezing outside, yet I didn't care. When he was there I felt warmth straight to my soul.Ticklish Lips2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stood before me, unfairly dry compared to me. He was shirtless and was only wearing his swim trunks. It was hard for me not to stare. In front of him was the nozzle to the hose, which he pointed at me threateningly like it was a gun. A smirk was on his face; he knew my weak spot.
Before I had time to prepare, his finger twitched on the jet and a shower of water sprayed directly on my lips. I leaped a mile into the air, covering my lips as quickly as possible. He knew my lips were dreadfully ticklish. I could barely stand having water sprayed on them. His laughter filled the air with its joy and light as I stood there flustered, trying to shield my sensitive lips from the world. He stepped closer to me; he was so close. I found myself gett
Cloves DeathI glanced through the bushes at the huge golden horn. The Cornucopia. Right at its mouth was a table, and on the table were four packs. One that had the number two on it. That one was for me and Cato. One said five, one said eleven, and one said twelve. I personally didn't care if Thresh and the girl from five got their packs; I just wanted to do what I could to get rid of Lover boy and that Katniss girl.Cloves Death4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked around for a second. I wondered where Cato was. He was somewhere near the fields, ready to take out Thresh when he came for his pack. I looked back at the huge golden horn just in time to see someone dart from inside of it- the redheaded district five girl- snatch her pack, and run off. Dang, she's smart. Maybe she's really the one me and Cato are gonna have to worry about later on.
Then I saw Katniss. She jumped from the bushes, taking an arrow from her pack and loading her bow. Here's my chance. I grabbed my best throwing knife from my jacket and ran after her. She was fast
ProcessWrite something.Process2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go on, already.
You’ve got plenty of ideas and time to
kill, don’t you? You’re supposed to be
creative,you’re supposed to
be linguistic, you’re supposed
to enjoy this process.
Hurry it up.
Just go ahead
and enjoy it, already.
Clocks are ticking, you know.
There’s an awful lot of stuff
you could be doing right now:
studying for your SATS,
practicing for voice lessons,
conjugating Spanish verbs,
reviewing band music,
graphing absolute values,
finishing that 3-to-5-page-doublespaced-epic-with-five-marked-examples-each-of-alliteration-kenning-and-caesura-to-print-out-and-hand-in-by-noon-tomorrow…
But that’s not what you’re doing,
now, is it?
Oh, no, you’re just sitting,
typing a constant stream of words
that don’t really connect,
don’t quite follow any mode or meter,
watching them stumble slowly
BreathI see nothing in your eyes;Breath2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The more I ask, the more you lie.
The fire's burnt out and it's getting colder.
Sacrifice your heart, tell me what's left.
Now you know how it feels to be out of breath.
The air is frozen and I can't breathe.
I struck a match to hear the fire in your voice,
It went up in flames, now you're mute by choice.
Whisper in my ear, invade my sleep,
I hear you screaming in my dreams.
You kicked the soul right out of me.
You stole my breath, you ignored my plea.
You beat me down 'till I was black and blue,
But I will never give in to you.
I really hope you'll stop this soon.
It's like pouring salt into an open wound.
Sacrifice your heart, tell me what's left.
Now you know how it feels to be out of breath.
You got what you wanted, but your wasting your time.
I struck a match to see the fire in your eyes.
All I found was excuses and well-told lies.
Screaming at the sky with nothing to say.
How dare you even ask me if I'm "oka
Conscious Stream From The Chemical PlantThe following is a non-fictional account of a conscious stream that took place during my exploration of a water treatment plant.Conscious Stream From The Chemical Plant3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was at the office, looking at the wall-sized whiteboard. Around 200 buildings stared back at me, numbered and color-coded. I've been to pretty much all of them, but one unfamiliar number stuck out to me. #41. What a boring number. MUD Platte West, that's a Metropolitain Utilities District. I look up the address and drive. Just to go see it. And by the way, this isn't even a slow day for me, this is mostly what I do.
I drive West for 35 minutes, which is forever in Omaha time. One road, Q St, hills, meadows, an elementary school, more hills. 41 is easy to spot, it's a huge concrete thing in the middle of nowhere. I take the access road to the guard shack, he smiles, lifts the arm and I'm in. the tile is obnoxiously clean. &
GoneGone3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It doesn't matter that he's spent the past year learning to suppress his conflicting feelings for her. It doesn't matter that Brutus will spit in his face at the disgraceful lack of composure he shows as he screams her name. All that matters is that his worst fear has come true. Clove is lying on the ground in a heap, and it's his fault. He was supposed to be covering her. He was supposed to protect her, especially now that there was a chance that they could both go home alive. He'd never let himself acknowledge his tenderness toward her, knowing what they were training for. Twenty-four in. One out. That was how it went. Even with the rule change, there was still a very good chance that one of them wouldn't make it. Although they were power players, things could always go wrong. And as the weight of losing her crashes down on him, he remembers every tightening of his chest during their years of training. He remembers every stupid, foolish butterfly that filled his stomach when she'd wa
Unwanted ( a kid!ock/wholock fan-fic)The young london school boy walked down the street as a dark cloud covered the last bit of sunlight. Then it started to rain. At first there was a tiny bit of sprinkle but then it started to pour heavily onto the surface of the earth. People ran for cover as they tried their best trying not to get soaking wet. Unlike the others, the boy just walked quietly on in the rain.Unwanted ( a kid!ock/wholock fan-fic)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"For once in your lifetime Sherlock, can't you just run for cover like the others?" A voice mumbled behind him. He turned to see who was behind him. "The death of that boy wasn't an accident, he didn't drown. The killer just wanted the public to think that he did." Sherlock grumbled. His brother sighed, then walked forward to shielded young Sherlock Holmes from the rain.
"Come on, let's go home. We can talk about the case if you like, wasn't his name Carl Power?"
The dark clouds started to scatter as the rain slowed down then eventually came to a stop. The Holmes brother walked on. After a long pause of silence, Mycro
DistanceDistant souls on fire,Distance2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hands reaching higher
For another to hold,
For a way to grow,
No time to pine,
Spirits fading fast,
Hoping love will last;
Slow beats of the heart
Quicken when far apart,
Cannot stand to be away,
Do not want to stray-
But what is one to do
When forgetting how to say
I love you?
In Peeta's Eyes 3: Girl on FireIn Peeta's Eyes 3: Girl on Fire3 years ago in Drama More Like This
We are on fire. Completely engulfed in wavering flames of red, orange, gold, and blue. But there is no heat, only a slight tickle. My burning cape ripples behind me, brushing the backs of my knees and occasionally touching Katniss' cape.
Cinna, Katniss' stylist, reaches up with a torch and lights my crown-like headdress and then Katniss'. He says something to her, but I can only hear parts of it over the blaring music and cheers for the other tributes: " Heads high. Smiles Love you!"
Then he jumps off the chariot and yells, "Hold hands, you two!"
I stare at him. Is he serious? He wants me to just reach over and take the hand of the girl I've loved since I was too young to know what love is? The girl who is on fire beside me, the one out
Marvels DeathWith my spear, I poked around the burnt remains of the food and backpacks that had once been our camp. The District three boy had figured out how to re-activate the mines so that no one could steal our food. Of course, someone figured out our little plan, and blew up the mines. Clove had tried to convince Cato that whoever did it was killed in the explosion. It made sense. I personally think Katniss did it. Oh, well. That means she's finally dead, right? Now all we have to worry about is Peeta, but Cato cut him up pretty good. He'll be dead within a matter of days.Marvels Death4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So what are we going to do now?" Cloves' annoyed voice came from behind me.
I shrugged. "I dunno. Find food?"
Clove rolled her eyes. "And how do you expect we do that?"
"It's this crazy thing called getting off your butt and looking for some."
Clove narrowed her eyes and was about to reply when we heard the scream. A young girls scream. Coming right from the place where me and Clove had set a rope trap. All plans to try and
RVB Season 9 ReviewRVB Season 9 Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
RVB Season 9
Now that Season 9 of Red vs. Blue is over, I think it's time I give my thoughts on the season. Spoiler alert, if you haven't watched the season yet, you will get spoiled here.
I got to admit, I am sorta overall satisfied with it, but it's my least favorite RVB season. I think of the Blood Gulch Chronicles as one story, told in 5 parts, just like how the good (and ONLY in my mind) Star Wars trilogy told a single story in 3 parts. I also feel this way about the Recollection trilogy. Season 9 tries to balance the humor of the BGC with the mature storytelling and character development of the Recollection trilogy (the same thing Recollection did, balancing drama and comedy), but doesn't hit the level of humor the BGC did or the level the darker storyline and character moments that Recollections hit. It's not bad though, and there are some very funny scenes (the incident with the flashbang grenade for example) and some scenes that are very emotional.
Meta and Wash
Diamonds Don't BreakHe is the shard of an old life,Diamonds Don't Break2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the edge of where broken,
Cuts the heart when held.
She is the dust of an old laughter,
And she glints and glitters
And gets into your eyes.
You did not drop them
Nor make them shatter,
Only accepted their goodbyes.
They are just mirrors in the distance,
Reflecting back a girl who broke away
Yet did not break.
On their glass you did not paint the cracks,
Only saw them and made your own.
Silence did not splinter them,
Now you’re just a girl they used to know.
If Peeta Had Remembered He says he'd like to see youIf Peeta Had Remembered3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Haymitch's words ring in my ears and echo from every cell in my mind. He wants to see me. Peeta. The crazed boy who has been rescued from the Capitol by the rebels. The boy who has been hijacked and taken from me by that inhuman form of torture. The shell that used to hold the boy with the bread, but now only houses a mentally and physically scarred young man who believes that I am a mutt. That I am trying to kill him.
I am torn. Should I refuse and retreat to one of my hideouts, or should I go see him and risk exciting him so much that he hurts himself. Or me. If I am honest with myself, I am afraid to see him. Afraid that Peeta will hurt me. Not as he hurt me when he was first back and he tried to strangle me out of pure fear.
In Peeta's Eyes 4: In My CaseIn Peeta's Eyes 4: In My Case3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Truth be told, I have a hard time keeping a straight face when she spins in that dress. I'm pretty sure a smile flickers across my face. She's dazzling again, capturing the audience, and I hesitate with my plan. How can I go through with this? Haymitch told me that it will help us both, but I don't want to help myself. I just want her to make it out of that arena alive. If I die, no one will miss me, but if she does What will her mother and sister do? I'm sure they are having a hard enough time with her being here. What will they do if she dies?
When she sits back down, I realize that it's my turn now. I walk as steadily as I can to the seat beside Caesar, and I try to compose myself so I don't look like a child.
For the beginning of the interview, I compare the oth
as in love with you as i ami.as in love with you as i am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you snuck in my window and seared an x over my heart
with fingertips like the shadows on my wall.
you slip through my skin like a secret
and i lock you in my chest because i do not want you to go.
but like a ghost, you drift away from me,
leaving a hole like the hesitance between breaths
and an unbearable silence in your absence.
you return in the night when my blood
is sluggish in my veins, you sidle up
and tap me on the shoulder
as if you’ve been standing next to me
since the beginning of time,
and i can’t fathom how i could have forgotten,
or how i could have missed you so much.
there are days when you are no more
than a whisper clinging to the back of my neck,
or a drumbeat only i can hear, and there are days
when your words echo through my bones
and they shatter
like glass, there are days
when you rage through my blood like a fever
and make me want to punch myself in the face, and
there are days
when i can’t breathe.
and in the darkness your voice
Dragon NamesDragon NamesDragon Names2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
• Night Fury
• Golly Gosh
• Lord Octavian
• Eustace Scrub
• Gill’Gem flametongue