It's Feature time!Hey everybody!
Here are some great pieces of art that I'd like to share.
:thumb209653141: Kaz by Parororo
Libra by Mixan-is-a-monkey Scarecrow? by Lioness123
the left hand of the devil by edredon :thumb208782508:
... ray of light ... by FotoOptiX
in her twisted mind by lemonwhogirl
Different Worlds by AnimaEterna
Sprawled by BreakFreePhotography
Caged InWho would have thought the years being locked in a cage would be the happiest time of my life?Caged In1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I used to dream about gliding- my wings spread wide as I rode the breeze over a horizon that went on forever. I would wake in the dark and scream out in frustration, hoping that someday I could sing my real song.
The nights became longer and the dreams became unwelcome. You see, when I'm too caged in, fantasies are more like nightmares, taunting me, teasing me; a blatant reminder of what I can never have.
It was all I wanted. It was everything.
I escaped the first time the opportunity presented itself. Barreling through the unlocked door, I ran down the table and leaped through the open window with wings unfurled. I sang then, the sweetest noise I have ever made.
Until I fell.
I had never truly experienced the sensation of falling. It wasn't as peaceful as I imagined. It was terrifying.
I thought flying would come easy. I thought I would simply beat-be
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,a dangerous hallucination8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
tattooeda trail of tattoostattooed1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
erupt from my fingertips
and wrap themselves around you
I want to paint you
with colors I created
and stain your skin with my lips
tide of changefloating in high tidetide of change1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
far out beyond the breakers
finally I escaped you
midnight bluebeneath the shimmering seamidnight blue1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
is another world
soaked in midnight blue
the chasethe waves chased usthe chase1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we ran
squealing when the icy Atlantic caught up to our toes
the sea-foam lingered
and she watched it
touching what she called the ocean’s bubble bath
the sand stuck to our feet
and we smiled at each other
racing back toward the water in a chase of our own
When the blood moon callsThe transformation always starts in the dark. We don’t need a full moon, we don’t need to wait until night falls but we do- every single time. We run far from home, sprinting until we can’t breathe and every muscle aches.When the blood moon calls6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It’s an ugly thing, the metamorphosis, grotesque and uncontrollable. Bones break and flesh contorts in ways that are painful and unnatural. We scream ourselves raw but no amount of begging will stop it. Some of us change into something reptilian, a basilisk they’ve been called. With scales instead of skin and fangs dripping with venom, they slither unseen in the shadows. Others, like me, have fingers that turn into talons, wings sprouting from our backs- we shift into giants ravens with feathers so black they blend right in to the inky night.
We see in black and white, the lack of color usurped by our sharp senses. Color can be irrelevant, but not tonight. Tonight the blood moon rises and it’s the most breathtaking
a beast is bornLucifer wove my sins into horns.a beast is born1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Voodoo NightmaresShe walks through the quarter and is given a wide berth. A Voodoo priestess is what they call her and most of them are petrified of her wrath.Voodoo Nightmares2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The tourists consider her an attraction; a freakish side-show they must see. Some giggling, some hesitant as they clamor into her shop.
"Look but do not touch," she warns in a deep, foreign accent. They eye her warily and she eyes them right back with a grin all but one of them thinks is pure evil.
"We want to learn Voodoo," says a the boy in the back. Stepping forward he smirks and leans over, resting his elbow on her desk. He's the only one who does't think she's evil at all. He thinks she's just putting on a show with her gris gris bags and her shop filled with useless trinkets.
"I can not teach those who do not believe," she replies, her grin gone.
"Then make me believe."
She represses a sigh at his challenge. She knows his type- a non-believer in the power of magic. She drags a finger across the skin of his arm and she sees in
Dark Star RisingMy youth was all about evolution.Dark Star Rising1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Transition a novelty
in a world that never stopped turning.
The sun always rose from the east.
Eternally disappearing into the western horizon
in an unending cycle.
The night was spilled ink.
A nebulous backdrop for luminous stars
and a moon in constant metamorphosis.
Dawn would tip-toe over the horizon
chasing away misty clouds of sleep
and a new day would begin.
Growing up in a world of diversity was never boring.
Life shifted and swayed with the seasons,
revolving and mutating at a sometimes frightening speed.
Knowledge and confidence came with age.
Always reaching beyond boundaries into the shadowy unknown,
with a compass as my guide.
I wanted to sprout horns
and become the devil-
To keep the dark stars rising
and stay inside the night.
I wanted to sprout wings
and hold the sun in place-
To keep the daylight forever
and still the hands of time.
ShadowI liked you,Shadow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you were still
Not a shell with a pretty face
peeling to reveal
A lonesome shadow
lingering behind me.
Masterpiecea Monet sunsetMasterpiece1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dotted along the canvas
with clouds by Van Gogh
There is no fear and loathing here.We were somewhere in the South Pacific on the edge of the ocean when the withdrawals began to take hold. I remember saying something like, “Where the hell are we?”There is no fear and loathing here.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My attorney said nothing. Sitting in the sand, he wore only a pair of hideous bell bottoms with red and white stripes that resembled a peppermint candy on copious amounts of LSD. He ignored me and repeatedly tapped his bare foot into the gentle rush of water as it crawled up the beach.
And suddenly I realized I had no idea how we had gotten there. A gaping hole in my memory sparked a brief sense of panic.
“Don’t let it get you,” he said before yawning and falling onto his back.
“Let what get me?” I half shrieked, eyes peeled for wild beasts. Who knew what roamed this place in the night.
“The silence…It’s not something to be feared,” he muttered before passing out cold.
Then I noticed just how quiet it was.
No howling wind coming off the ocean. No creak
insomniaIn a world infested with the undead, peace is a thing of the past. We're traveling in a pack, nightmares robbing us of any sleep but the madness is divine.insomnia1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Gatherer of TwigsThe flames don’t burn. They itch... as week old tattoos often do. A wildfire of orange and gold crawls from my ankle to my knee, my left leg engulfed forever. I’ve been branded by a demon, its soul sinking into my skin like enchanted ink.The Gatherer of Twigs9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This happens every time, I carry one mark for each soul I have reaped. My right forearm bears a feather from a Phoenix, there is a lone wing in blinding white that takes up half my back from the only Angel I've ever taken. Vibrant cerulean and jade scales swirl around my neck like a collar- those appeared after a pair of Selkies. A tangle of hissing snakes wrap around my left thigh thanks to a nasty, ancient Gorgon. I also have waves on my ass cheeks from a snarky Leviathan and a zombie Chihuahua dressed in pink on my left bicep from an even snarkier Hellhound.
I am a reaper, guiding the souls of only supernatural beings to the afterlife. I am not Death. I do not wear a hooded cloak or carry a scythe. Death is a cranky bastard and ri
Arachnophobia“Mom,” she says, voice quivering, her tiny finger pointed at my head. “Spider!”Arachnophobia1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Kaleidoscope SkyThe sky is a kaleidoscope, sunshine swirling through Van Gogh clouds and a sapphire horizon that swells like the sea. I squint and it all shifts and shakes, azure and golden light refracts off everything and nothing at all. It kind of makes me dizzy.Kaleidoscope Sky1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A shadow passes overhead and there’s a chill in the breeze that makes me shiver. A heavy cloud, a drip-drop upon my brow- I open my mouth and catch pinot noir-flavored rain on my tongue. I lick my lips and savor the taste, so curious at the buzz in my head.
I blink slow and the land turns dark- no moon or stars to light my path. Just a writhing mess of trees before me, a sudden movement from the corner of my eye.
Another shadow crosses but this one’s fast, shooting across my line of site and I feel like I should run but my body is frozen in place.
I feel like I should scream but even as my mouth gapes and I push...the sound just morphs into a trembling whisper.
A lightning strike, a crack of thunder, it
spitting seedsI spit a watermelon seed in your eyespitting seeds11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you laughed.
You eclipsed the brazen midday sun
and were surrounded
by a halo of light.
I was chilled in your shadow
and you screamed of heat.
My moth to your flame.
You chased me round the yard
and spit an army of seeds right back at me...
in rapid fire.
A Good StormIt started as snow, little white flakes swirling in the sky. Covering the earth in a pale, cool blanket. Then the wind picked up, the sky turned black and the pretty balls of frost warmed to the touch, turned to rain. Ruining my pretty snow blanket.A Good Storm2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stared out the window, listening as the wind howled, scowling as the lights flickered.
The storm robbed me of power, flooded my basement and caused uncharted mayhem.
For three days it was dark. For three days I ate dinner by candlelight. At first, I pouted incessantly but then something strange happened... The lack of electricity unplugged my brain, forced me to seek out other entertainment, like...*gasp* talking. Interacting with other humans by...speaking to them.
I never realized how anti-social I was until that storm, and now when storms come I smile into the whipping wind. I scream to the heavens for more. I ask God to cry, to sob, to soak me in rainwater and take my power for days on end
GoSitting and listening,Go2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
closing my eyes and hoping,
yawning and reaching,
releasing and forgiving.
Feet to the floor.
unexploredTouch, taste, smell, sound or sight.unexplored1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
These are the senses
we rely on.
But there is so much more
we depend on
We touch and feel smoothness
and roughness and...
We taste clove and lemon...
and are awed
We smell the decay,
the raw stink
of what we are.
We hear the unheard,
the screams and moans
of everything we feared.
New or old,
it does not matter
as it touches our mind just the same.
We dream of
hauntedour house is hauntedhaunted1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
memories floating like ghosts
screaming without sound
equinoxBeyond an ash gray skyline the sun was lying in wait. A molten liquid center with an atmosphere of blistering gasses was hidden behind winter’s cape. Spring was burrowed deep, steeping within the confines of hibernation. She dreamt of rampant flower beds, colors rioting in the wake of a new season. The awakening was gradual, the peace of deep slumber cherished and warm.equinox2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Spring stretched her arms wide
exhaled and released her heat
billowing warm wind