Una segunda oportunidad.Ella miró el reloj de su muñeca,son las dos,extrañamente,el tren había llegado con más de veinte minutos de adelanto,quizás ere el destino,inexplicable sabiendo demás como funcionaba el ferrocarril.Una segunda oportunidad.7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
La estación,nueva para ella,estaba totalmente en plena ebullición,hora punta.
Inspeccionó con su mirada el amplio espacio de la estación buscando la puerta de los aseos,después de horas de viaje necesitaba refrescarse un poco,revisar su aspecto ante el espejo.
Estaba tranquila de momento,no sabía cuanto duraría así,la vida le daba otra oportunidad,una segunda oportunidad,en toda la amplitud de la palabra.
Quien le iba a decir a ella que se encont
The Origin of My AestheticsDrawing, and illustration rather than painting was my first "dive" into art. I always assumed that my artwork didn't have any kind of personal meaning to me in the past. However, after careful observation, I've realized a common thread: for me making art is about venturing into another world. I attribute most of my interest in illustration, drawing, and fantastical realms and stories to my early childhood. I now understand that what I was doing was actually creating a fictional simulation of my world.The Origin of My Aesthetics6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Growing up, whenever I was asked what I liked to do outside of school I would say, "I like to draw," but if I were asked what I wanted to be,
Critiquing Themes in LitCRITIQUING THEMES AND MEANING IN LITERATURECritiquing Themes in Lit3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
By M. Alice Chown
If you were a caveperson gazing up at the night sky, you'd search the stars and the blackness between for a meaning. The constellations, which are based on myths handed down by the ancient Greeks, stand as examples of our innate desire to find a message in a medium.
It's human nature to seek meaning. Our brains naturally fill in missing information to perceive order and sense even where none may exist. Likewise, during the act of reading, our brains try to find meaning beyond that which is expressed by the individual words. It's diffic
The Additions Part 8The Additions Part 84 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was dragged across the moon’s bluish-white light covered land at an astounding speed. A speed I never knew existed. If this strange woman did not hold onto my wrist I would not have been able to keep up. Even with her holding onto my hand I couldn't stay on my feet. I was dragged more than lead to an unknown location. I was dragged across grass, dirt, and mud; through patches of forest, grasslands, and various types of farm fields. Broken branches and bushes hit me frequently. I couldn’t grasp what exactly what was happening or where we were going. All I knew was that this ancient female vampire was dragging me by my ar
Poetry.IIWorte,Poetry.II7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Worte fließen durch
wie Wasser in der
wenn es regnet
Ich schreie meine
auf das Papier.
The boy with the silver chainRunning...All she could do was running. It didn't matter that her legs were bleeding. It didn't matter that she was exhausted. The only thing that mattered was that he was there, in the middle of the forest, seriously injured. He had appeared suddenly in front of her saving her from a wild animal, taking the attack instead of her. She hadn't noticed him before . He was the boy with the silver chain around his neck. Nothing less , nothing more. How did he manage to appear in the forest and save her she couldn't tell...After a while she didn't manage to find anyone so she returned to the injured boy who had passed out. She held his hand in anThe boy with the silver chain1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
SuffocationI can't breath right now. I need to breath.Suffocation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But then again, why do I need to breath?
Is it because I want to live or because I'm scared of death?
I want to scream for help but my voice doesn't obey me.
I fall to the floor.
No one is here to help me .
No one is going to cry for me.
I'm alone and I can't breath.
It's not that I want to die, it's that I can do nothing about it.
Tears are falling down my cheeks.
I'm scared. I'm terrified.
I need to breath.
But then again, why do I need to breath?
The dream before the nightmareAs a rose petal that dances through the wind, as a little girl who sings to her doll, as a mother who embraces her baby boy, that's how I want you to remember me...As a dead bird, as a rotten apple, as the tears on a sad face, that's how I want you to remember me...I am the dream before the nightmare, the hope that is going to be killed, the scream and also the music...Love me,but remember that you have to hate me , you have to be free from me ...I need you , but you are not my toy to play with you...So,let's fall in love , let's walk on clouds of happiness, let's enjoy our life together...But when the fairy tale ends, let's not repeat it agaThe dream before the nightmare1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Miracles HappenHer mind was too busy re-livingMiracles Happen2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What had just taken place?
Pregnant . . .
She closed the door behind herself
Dropped her keys and phone on the table
And went to sit on her couch,
Staring ahead at nothing
Just thinking over and over again
I'm pregnant. . .
There was a part of her that had come to believe
She might never hear that said to her,
And that part was in disbelief
Pregnant . . .
A baby . . .
I'm going to have a baby . . .
And then she started to cry
The tears were tears of joy
Of having been given a gift
She'd be terrified she might never receive
Of the pure miracle that it had come to be
After too ma
Character Voice Exercise IIMy Characters (hover over to see names)Character Voice Exercise II7 months ago in Sketches More Like This
9. Your character is about to leave the house in the morning when they realize that they are snowed in.
Rose: Yes! Snow day! It's a perfect day for Debussy!
Dark: What the... (stares)
Zaen: Dark! Something happened! A white substance is covering everything outside! Do you know what's going on? Dark!
Kirrah: ...I must call Rose. (calls) Rose. The world is white. What is happening?
Athryl: That is... Th-that is unnatural. Surely it can be explained... (sticks hand into snow to observe its texture and wails) Ahh! It burns! What is this? (begins to cry)
10. Another character spills warm coffee all over your character's shirt, then immediately begins apologizing.
Rose: No, it's okay. It's fine. I-I'll get another shirt.
Dark: (observes shirt with a frown) 'S fine. I'll get a new one. Ya can't stain black.
Zaen: I-It's fine. I'll put on
Cause and Effect - A Writer's GuideCause and Effect - A Writer's Guide7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Cause and Effect
~a guide to protagonists
Protagonist. That's a nice, official-sounding word, isn't it? You don't have the 'good guy'. You don't have the 'hero/heroine'. The protagonist is your main character, the one people love, and the term is usually considered interchangeable with the first two definitions.
That's not actually true. Protagonist does not mean 'good guy' and antagonist does not mean 'bad guy'. Heroes and villains get lumped into subjective categories, but protagonists and antagonists are completely different things.
Protagonists and antagonists are automatically related to one another, and often end up being opposing f
Come CloserCome Closer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your shadowed beauty captivates me
And i can't erase your face...
It's a purity, perfection
It's a soft spiritual grace.
When I look into your eyes
I stare down Fate and die...
I'm dreaming of just one taste
A touch, a feel, a sigh.
The deepest secret that I bury
The only thing I hide
The hardest words to say
Are the ones that swim inside...
Your shadowed beauty fascinates me
And i can't get you off my mind
You're the someone I've been searching for
Never expecting to find...
But you're here-
Oblivious to my desire
(I'm sure you'll feel the fire.)
I wonder if you know that
Every time I see your smile
Cold Blackness I watch him lie there. He shifts in his sleep. He turns, and each time he turns, another whimper, another shudder, another tear escapes. The moonlight seems to strike him at an odd angle. Shadows shift, covering his back, his arm, his wrist. He flings a hand over the dew-covered night grass. The fingers uncurl, and there, upon his palm, another shadow stirs to life. He twists, and on his smooth bare chest there is an empty space of stars and blackness, deep, deep, something falling in the cold blackness, crying to be heard. He, himself, falling while I watch fascinated and do not move even as those stars wheel suCold Blackness2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The MonsterThe Monster1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
thinking to myself
alone with my thoughts
alone with my pain
kept away for you
living in isolation
in the centre of it all
hear me hear me
crying for help
save me save me
you think you know
kept on a pedastal
kept with others
no one really knows
from this madness
take me away
i don't want it anymore
i want an escape
starting to believe it myself
not who you think i am
not that you would know
you don't know me
don't judge me
compare me to your impression
i'm not marble
see me for who i am
the monster in my eyes
i need to be heard
The Watched NotThe Watched NotThe Watched Not1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Watched Not always burns...
Al MismoAl MismoAl Mismo1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you run from the truth,
You are running towards...
- ES 2012
Fairy Tale RealityIt always gets me into trouble, but its who and what I am. What amazes me is how often I get away with it. You would think they would have figured it out by now. I mean, the story is all over the place. But I guess Mr. Barnum was right, there is one born every minute.Fairy Tale Reality2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It also amazes me the look they get in their eyes, a kind of far off, out of time daze. They're reliving their childhood dreams, I suppose. I am just thankful they don't really pay attention in biology class. I guess by the time they get to genus Rana versus Bufo their eyes are glazed over and they have lost all interest. So much the better for me.
And they always comm
CacophonyCacophony.Cacophony2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Every time Sara went into the practice room building it hit her almost as a physical blow. It wasn't just the decibels of noise. In fact it was muted compared to what it could have been. They had spent quite a bit with "sound proofing". "More like barely sound reducing" she thought. But it was the clashes of Mozart in one key with Wagner in another mixed with Berlioz and Schumann and Bach and, and, and. The clashes always set her teeth on edge. But it was the way it was.
She moved down the hall toward the room she had signed out. The previous occupant was a clarinetist who was swabbing out her instrument. She smiled in g
David Bowie plus QueenDavid Bowie + Queen = Under PressureDavid Bowie plus Queen2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
What can I tell you. It just got to me. I should probably have seen it coming and done something about it, but life just goes so fast and you lose track. Well, this is how it was.
With the downturn, people just didn't eat out as much. And when they did go out, they weren't spending as much. My costs were going up, but I couldn't pass it on or people wouldn't come at all. Also, it is against my religion to reduce the po
Feedbacksubmitting my wordsFeedback2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my children open to view
hoping for notice
P. T. Barnum WinsThink!P. T. Barnum Wins2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FFM July 2The Prompt chosen:FFM July 22 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A story in lists - ~edzull
The rain had been falling for weeks. The water kept coming downstream and the lower lying areas on the banks of the Thames were being inundated. People were desperately trying to save what they could and get it to higher ground.
The traffic was horrible, almost gridlocked. Nothing could move easily, especially anything large.
A landscaper had several pieces of equipment he knew he couldn't move, but he did have some building lumber and a crane on the roof of his warehouse that was used to move heavy loads off of barges on the river to the shore. H
FFM July 1 ChallengeThe chosen prompt: The dust had covered the trees.FFM July 1 Challenge2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"So how was the first day of work?"
"All right I guess."
"What's the problem."
"I just don't fit in."
"How can you say that. You get along with everyone."
"Not there. Those people are strange."
"For one thing, they are always searing like sailors. I don't mind strong language, but it seems like every other word. A real small vocabulary, if you know what I mean."
"But that shouldn't be that big a deal."
"Yeah, but that's not all. Each one carries a little pouch they c