Jokress SongJokress Song6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Foolish man born of human
Foolish man fated to die
You believe in something that doesn't exist
Every deadly human does
And I have just you under my wing
I look at you
You'd give anything for me to look again
I smile to you, you give me your heart
I speak to you, you give me your time
You beg to me, but I won't give it back
Am I nice? You say yes, I say no
Do I love you? If I say yes, I lie
Have you ever felt my heart beat?
No, no, no, you have not
I am not nice
I can not love
My heart doesn't belong in my body
You don't belong in my heart
I am Jokress
Want to play a game?
Decembersville Ch. 10Decembersville Ch. 107 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 10: A very anxious circus freak called Pendulum Tin
In the name of all that is expensive and worth something, you clowns get your tin cans out there NOW! the ringmaster screamed backstage to all the performers. Many of them emitted sounds of whining and one of the performers under the name Juliza Star said, Aw, cut us some slack, boss! We went on about fifteen times in thirty minutes!
Carvel Hare, the small pink bunny plush doll with broken button eyes and a mad sewn up mouth mocked her words, Cut us sum swack, boss! Wah wah wah wah! This is why were going out of business! Now you, you, you, you, and you get out there and make those people happy!
All ten performers groaned and slinked out the curtains. The bitter ringmaster screamed at them through his gritted sharp sewn teeth, HAPPY! As in SMILING, you buncha saps! SMILING! SMI-LING!!
What happens to escapeesThe cogs in her head accelerated as she thought. There could not come anything good out of this. The girl bit her lip as she went over what to do. She wanted to, no, needed to get out and away from the circus. There was no one between her and the way out, but the ringleader had his head turned to her. She waited.What happens to escapees6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had to wait, or else she would miss her chance.
As the ringleader turned his head away she got the chance. Quickly and quietly she got out of her seat and silently tried to sneak away without being noticed. It went good at first, and she was just about to leave the tent as she felt someone watching her. Looking over her shoulder she saw the ringleader, watching her with his grin. She froze a good couple of seconds, before dashing towards the exit.
Unfortunately, the artists had suspected it would happen. Before she could reach the free air a snake tail wrapped around her leg and a Lamia picked her up, smiling a little.
"Think you can get away, kid?", she giggled, kissing t
The Clockwork cities - intro Not many people know of the Clockwork Cities, but the truth is, they've always been there. For every time and place, there was a clockwork counterpart, and behind every ticking clock, was a door that leads there. All it took was to find a big enough clock and search for the passage. Easier said than done, of course.The Clockwork cities - intro6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Finding a big clock was one thing. A tourist, for example, would have a hard time trying to convince those seemingly nice people in white coats to let him inside the Big Ben so he can visit another world, and that he hadn't bashed his head against the wall after missing yet another tour bus.
However, those who were lucky (or more likely unlucky) enough to end up in a Clockwork city would tell you that it was the worst possible name you could give to it, as Time made absolutely no sense there. The whole city operated like a broken clock, which is to say, it hardly operated at all.
Decembersville Ch. 6Chapter 6: Craziness is not on the streetsDecembersville Ch. 67 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chimabell! For gods sake, answer me you little brat! screamed Campara, a foul-mouthed thirty-year-old woman with a long black dress and a vulture-like walk.
She forced open the metal door before her with a kick and glared down below at the gear-infested factory in the underground chamber. Sparks of ember glided across the smoky channel and she could see the many prisoners in white masks and chains pounding down on iron objects going down the industrial line.
Campara frustratingly flew down into the smoky, fiery unit and began scanning the entire occupied area until she finally found her little brother Chimabell sitting at a high level watching boxes get thrown into the furnace. He laughed cutely each time a box went in and got burned. Then his small attention was finally caught.
Ello, sister! Ooh. Are you mad at me?
Letter to Certain CharactersThis has to end. NOW.Letter to Certain Characters6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You two used to be best friends. You shared laughs, caused mischief together and were practically brothers. But now... look at what's happening to the both of you, and everyone you care about.
Admittedly, you two weren't saints to begin with. After all, one of you steals energy from young unsuspecting dreamers and gives them nightmares, while the other is a four-armed Ringleader ghost with an appetite for human flesh. But even when my friends and I got in trouble with you, it was better; at least you were working together.
Now, everyone is suffering because of the war you two have waged on each other. Ringleader, you kidnapped the one person your best friend truly loved. Why? To get some stupid dream secret you didn't even need. After that, you used what he taught you to prove you were better than him at his own game, that you were the one who should be feared the most.
In the process your friendship was ruined, and not only did you hurt your wif
Losing WonderlandIve always been grateful that despite my stupidity, Ive had a good sense of imagination. It was the one thing I could count on when I wanted to prove myself to someone, the one thing that was able to comfort me when I didnt.Losing Wonderland6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Was, at least.
Things do not always stay the way you want them to. Sad yes, but true. We all grow up at some point, and soon what little child-like innocence we had left is eaten away by the cruelty of life. These days it is only getting worse; childhood seems to last only for a few years and soon children are no longer children, but smaller versions of adults, walking around swearing and spewing and talking about topics too old for them. And when they get older, they regret it for the rest of their lives, and regret ever saying I want to grow up.
Some are lucky. Some can escape the world for a few moments and wander into the recess of their minds, where all dreams and fantasies seem to come to life. Imagination is the on
Decembersville Ch. 16Decembersville Ch. 167 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 16 - A freaky make-over by the freak Nutty Jimmy
His name is Nutty Jimmy and hes my older brother. Ive told him you are in need of assistance and all depending on his mood, you may or may not make it out in one piece because lately that brat has been whining about not getting too many brains in his stomach because he ran out of friends to chew on. Dont argue with him or ask him questions because half the time you WILL NOT understand A WORD hes talking about. Hes an idiot too, so dont expect him to understand what you are saying as well. Just shut up and dont argue and if hes doing anything that makes you uncomfortable, then that means hes in a happy mood. Oh, and just accept your fate when I mean IF it comes. Its useless to run from this guy. He refers to himself in third person most of the time and if he begins to dance, then that means hes a
Doctor Dandy's Suicide NoteDear cruel, unhealthy world (or whoever out there is reading this. Especially considering you bloody bats dont wanna be friends with me. Uncharming goblins. You only want me for my body, dont you. DONT YOU!!):Doctor Dandy's Suicide Note6 years ago in Humor More Like This
I think its time I was taken from this dying stench-stain in the scab of life because I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU CHEERMONGERS!! You and your adorable-ness and teenagery and your potty-mouthed children that come to me day and night Doctor Dandy! I hab a pwobwem. My pawents hate me. Im running away. Blah blah blah! Jeez! I thought this job would be easy but no! I have to strain my hearing to listen to you brats complain about everything from your bickering parents to your whiny little ruts! Well heres a newscast for you: LIFE. IS. HELL. Thats the problem with you bunch of blooming eejits! You never consider MY problems for the thought! Its always like Doctor Dandy
Decembersville Ch. 5Decembersville Ch. 57 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 5: The City of Freaks and the Ax-Handed Boy
There are one or two troubles with dreams, ladies and gentlemen: dreams are beautiful but could become the downfall of some. Dreams tell the dreamer of fantasies that can corrupt ones imagination what with the absurdities that can swim through them yet at the same time could cure insanity. They told what was real, what was unreal, what was safe, what was dangerous warnings. The possibility of being blinded by the fantasy of a dream is grand but there is a humongous percentage doubting that as well; a win-lose subject, I should say. But, as some times happen, the logic of many could become blindfolded by their denial that what they stumbled across was just totally impossible.
Let us take a haunted dimension as our example.
"This is not real this is not real " Sophia repeated to herself unwillingly as she remained still right at the archway to the city. Body frozen,
Decembersville Ch. 11Chapter 11: Car chase Downtown!!Decembersville Ch. 117 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
That early winter morning, outside Carvel's Circus, Zero and Sophia and Pendulum Tin were staring with wide open eyes at the lamp post. There was taped paper on it with a notice:
WANTED!! Human Girl Child; small in stature, whitish blond hair, short, big eyes and a whole lot of bratty attitude! She's a bad person and is to be reported to the nearest member of the Dolls for instant extermination!! Love, your mayor (aw, you know who I am).
Sophia turned away from it and looked at her friendly misfits saying, "Was somebody watching me!? How do they know how I look like!?"
Decembersville Ch. 12Chapter 12: Making a friend uh-ohDecembersville Ch. 127 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Eww! What are you doing here, you little freak? screamed a tall, beautiful, mocha-skinned girl. It was senior prom at Raremale High (in Michigan) and nine o clock at night. A seventeen-year-old boy with greasy black hair, sad sunken eyes, and big front teeth looked at her in shocking curiosity. He was holding a bouquet of flowers for her. Huh? Wha..w-what do you mean? I I got your letter in my locker, he said embarrassed and heartbroken. The tall girl made a look at her two girlfriends who were giggling. Then the tall girl began to laugh out loud with them, HAHAHA! Oh my god! I hate you two! AHAHAHAHA!! and they all laughed together. The boy was tricked and his heart weighed heavily now. All the seniors and their partners were laughing rudely and leering at him; even the teachers and staff. The girl said right up to the slumping gothic boy
Decembersville Ch. 2Chapter 2: Sophia and Darkslaw have a talkDecembersville Ch. 27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The night fell upon Canzingsvale Wood in a heartbeat and Sophia found herself in a large, pink, princess-like dress. Why? Because of a baby shower that her grandparents were proud to sponsor; at their house too. As much as she didnt want to complain, all Sophia could do was whine about how she didnt want to attend even though the party was going to be downstairs in the large foyer.
Dont they have a house? Why does it have to be here? Its so dumb.
Please dont say that, Sophie. They are very good friends of ours and the grandmother came in close to the childs ear and whispered, They dont have the money to pay for the party.
Sophia just moaned and tried holding her tears back as her grandma pulled back her hair
Well, that went well...Flour? Check.Well, that went well...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Um... all the other stuff Check? I think
I looked at the counter doubtfully. Baking was not really my forte. I mean, sometimes there was the occasional (and accidental) success, but other times well. It was probably best not to talk about it. It was a wonder that my parents let me bake after that little incident with the cookies... Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all?
I shook my head. No, I thought. It's his birthday, for crying out loud. I have to do something. How hard can it be?
Immediately I slapped myself. Well, mentally, at least. That right there was a sentence of doom. Anything that would come after those five dreaded words couldn't be good. Still I was rather desperate, and besides, I'm not exactly the luckiest person in the world. A little more bad luck won't really make much of a difference, would it?
"For the love of cod, just get to it already," I told myself reproachfully, fi
the year that never happenedi. it is lunchtime and the oven is beeping and she wakes up to an empty housethe year that never happened4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the cat is there, curled around the end of her bed but that's it, that's all
she waits all day for someone to come home, but the window she's watching from
might as well be a poster, a still, because there is nobody there
ii. he watches the sun come up and as he does the world changes
and he doesn't notice because it's four in the morning and of course, of course
nobody else would seem to be alive. the milkman doesn't come, or the post, or
when he sneaks into his parents' room and finds it empty he realizes
iii. there are two people left in the world, now.
iv. they have never met.
v. she walks into london because her bike is old and rusty and because she wants to
check, to see, to be sure that everyone else is gone and gone for good.
she steals a bike soon after because if she pedals fast enough and sings whatever
bits of songs she can remember then it's not as scary, not as bad
vi. he thinks survival. he thi
a situation in which i do not survivei was a lake whippeda situation in which i do not survive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into a fever pitch, a localised
hurricane in the wake of something
greater. the world was ending
and i dreamt of you while it was
still turning, a mess of bodies and
kisses. i dreamt of you still
when it ended, a slow dance
of crooked smiles and offshore
eyes. you kept me close and if
i was ever a source of happiness
for you, i could let go.
pocket knifeshe had a mole on her cheekpocket knife4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where her smiles folded into the rest of her face
and it kind of looked like a tear
she told me that she believed in a god and that
everyone could love
if they wanted to love
and twenty minutes later i had her drunk and blaspheming
i thought maybe that god of hers
had put that mole there
so everyone who needed to could see
that she was holding something back
that she was fixing her inability to cry
by crying all the time
in other ways
who am i kidding (who am i kissing)
she was a genuinely good person
and she wanted to love
if i wanted to see someone broken
i should have borrowed her pocket mirror
not her time
so i guess maybe it wasn't a tear then but it probably is now
Decembersville Ch. 9Decembersville Ch. 97 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 9: Count Merry-Go-Round, the ostracized resident
"Where are we going, Zero?" Sophia asked that same night when Zero got home soaking wet and with a black eye. The second he got back home, he woke Sophia up from her nap and got her out the door, telling her to follow behind him as they speed-walked down the snowy lane. He gave her a red-striped winter jacket along the way. "What happened? A-are we in trouble?"
Zero wanted to say "yes" but he replied to her with an unworried smile, "Not at all, not at all. I-I just want you to meet someone who could help you out."
"You mean he could take me home?"
"There's a VERY small possibility but at least it's a possibility. Now a little faster, Sophia."
She increased her walking speed. She held on to Zero's cold arm to keep up; he also told her to stay very close to him. They walked past the other residents chatting with each other and playing around i
Sarah and Jimmy PART ONESarah and Jimmy PART ONE7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The five boys towered over the little girl who was innocently drawing on the dirt with a stick. Her mockingbird heart pounded in her chest as the delinquents stood before where she sat. H Hi. she said nervously.
Hey. Youre that prick Jimmys sister, one of the boys responded, kicking a little dirt at her. Your older bro @#$%ed with our cars; threw a bunch of drugs in the trunk and got us questioned.
Oh ! Um uh Sarah, the six-year-old child, began to feel hot during such a cold climate. She could only stutter and stay where she sat because running would be futile. If only the police passed by, but no. Things in Gothshollow County were always grim, so good luck was rare in those days. She felt like throwing up. Im s-sorry, she apologized for her brother, but the five boys did not accept it. They closed in on her
Decembersville Ch. 18Chapter 18 You cant hide her forever.Decembersville Ch. 187 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Hey! Why dont I hear any whining or complaining around here? Carvel Hare grouchily yelled backstage after the curtains closed. Wheres that big baby Pendulum Tin? Im bored and I wanna see wutll happen if I trip him over!
The performers all exchanged looks as they cleaned up their stage; looks of obliviousness. Juliza Star, one of Tins closest associates, spoke up to their diminutive boss Hes been gone all day, Carvel. I havent seen any sign of him whatsoever. Perhaps he went out for a walk?
Carvel Hare scoffed impatiently and his cigar let out a long wisp of smoke. Walk? ALL DAY LONG? Gimme a break, Star! The day that punk leaves this troupe itll be the day when Armageddon begins!
I didnt say he walked out on us, man! I mean to sa
Decembersville Ch. 3Chapter 3: "RUN, PIXIE!! RUN!!"Decembersville Ch. 37 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"You know what?! I'm going home! Straight home!"
"Have fun!" the weird boy replied without a tinge of annoyance.
Sophia hesitated and called up to him, "And I don't know the way!"
"I might get eaten by lions and tigers and bears!"
Already twenty minutes into the chilling journey and Sophia was on the verge of tears. It was dark, late, freezing, and frightening in the woods. God, she wanted to go home BAD; especially with the fog coming in. But what did Darkslaw do? NOTHING. He just hummed as he slinked off ahead of her, flashlight in hand. She could tell he was smiling from behind which ticked her off completely. She tripped over the fiftieth tree root and thought thrice over the suggestion of just turning around and heading back to the mansion in hopes that her grandparents aren't awake and freaking out. But no. One look back and she sees not
The Rapture Came And WentThe Rapture Came and WentThe Rapture Came And Went5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Armageddon didn't happen today. Don't be so disappointed. The Son of Man did not retrieve the souls of the righteous and ascend them to heaven on a plush, furry escalator that effortlessly glides the transcendent from Terra Firma to the Celestials. The Beast did not appearfor all we know he may have been stuck inside trying to get past level five of Halo 2. The Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse stayed out to graze and the wicked and deviant went horribly, terribly unsmitedyet again.
No reason to be down in the dumps. A lot of good came out of the delay of Judgment Day. Perhaps you sold your car and all of your clothing. Maybe you traded away your video console, games and all of your audio and computer equipment. You gave away every gadget and doodad. Your parents cashed in the house and mortgage and redeemed all of your earthly goods; packing the whole bundle of cash off to the Glorious Prophet whose divinations have always been spot on and absolutel
without glass slippersCarson knew too well that when Vee stepped in and out of depression, she stumbled. Prozac alone could not break her fall. It put her in a delirium that left her groggy-eyed, yawning. When she went to nap it off, her sadness seeped through her dreams in whimpers and tearless crying. He had to dance her through it. The record player was always prepared, needle set to skip to songs that coughed up attic dust as they whined. Both of them wore their pajamas; they drew the curtains to a slight part and let the sun or the darkness stand witness, which ever was out there when their feet began. He took her hand and told her to watch her step, not for the sake of elegance but for what the waltz represented as a remedy. Although Vee frequently went barefoot or in sole-worn socks, Carson feared that he would look down at her feet and find glass slippers with fault lines etched across her toes. Their embrace would loosen, each step growing more reluctant than the last. Finally, the music would stopwithout glass slippers4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This