Faded SatinFaded Satin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faded satin, once peach coloured, now grey
Hangs on the peeling back of the door to a world
Worn out by the pressure of hopeless eyes, ruined dreams
Surrogate feet, that carried their owner over famous boards
Fluttering and twisting before an audience,
Come to see the Sugar Plum Faery, tragic Giselle,
Beautiful, sweet, hapless Odette
They have heard the rains of applause from the velvet lined darkness
Been rubbed with sweet beeswax for luck on a first night
Brushed with the petals of roses, from the curtain calls,
Carelessly tossed over these slippers of finite immortality
In this room of agony, of a broken back and
A still elegant, twisted leg, they were once a source
Of motivation. To get well soon, to dance as prima ballerina
To be in the chorus, the class. And now they are anything but-
Nothing but a painful reminder, of a last sparkling performance.
I Hate YouI Hate You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying still, smoke left my internal strings,
through my pale indigo coloured cracked lips.
My precious eyes seeped what black blood brings,
a hysterical place that cannot give you light, only wings.
What seemed like a fine life fell before me
as poisonous thoughts clouded my vision.
The scratching and snatching gave one last key
And that was to be free.
Screaming in my lost, mad and broken mind,
there is nothing left for me to be content.
The last whisper of air is what I find,
I slowly smile from my whimpered whine.
My lungs drag me deeper into the sea,
I can only close my eyes to feel this occur.
But there is no meaning of my last flee?
Why can no one else agree?
My eyes now only drop silvery tears,
thinking how easily the beam turns burnt.
Who on this planet even cares or dares?
I can finally let go of my affairs.
I am a child and I am twelve years old.
Yet my story is still to be told,
please let me help you unfold
the tale of whom is so cold.
A treacherous liar of mank
Dear Dustin Dear Dustin, Dear Dustin,Dear Dustin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it'll never be the same;
These are not words of hate,
for these are words of shame;
I strive for the stars,
and I crave for success;
Dear Dustin Dear Dustin,
it really does compress;
When you need your best abilities,
for the rest of your life;
The time comes when you reach for that blade,
When you reach for that knife;
To slay the dragon of failure,
And the creature of nothing;
Become the person you want,
That someone that something;
Dear Dustin Dear Dustin,
I miss you so much;
The BalletThe Ballet10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Entwined in blocks
Hammer hits string-
Pull up, tense every muscle
Toes extend, calves tighten
Pull up, to heights
Beyond nature's plans
Pain, ache, tensed
Spring into movement
I take the very air
Twisting weave it
I breathe the very music
It is my oxygen
This is strength
Calves and thighs like rocks
Straining at every limb
Taught and working
The perfect machine
Trained to perfection
Fly through the air
Soar, the roar,
I need it
I feed on it
Take my all I have more
The praises boost the height
I can go further, I will
I will rise above
Because here I make the rules
This is where I belong
As quickly as it began
Take the reverence
Anita Blake - Jean ClaudeJean Claude woke up alone again. The room was as dark as pitch, yet he could make out the fine details of it like he was in sunlight. He was in one of the many bedrooms under the Circus of the Damned. It was simply decorated with black carpeting, a couple of leather chairs and a chest of drawers that had some of his spare clothes. He stood up in one swift motion throwing back the black and red silk sheets. He loved the contrast they made against his pale complexion and it made him think of Anita and himself twisted together in the sheets. It made his insides ache that she rejected him at every turn. What was he doing wrong?Anita Blake - Jean Claude8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jean Claude realised he had been standing still looking at the sheets for sometime. He was wasting precious darkness. He needed to feed. Quickly, he pulled out a white shirt, jeans and grabbed the boots he had left beside the bed and went into the bathroom. This was his favourite bathroom in the Circus. It contained a large bathtub, more like a spa, that could hold
At Last I See the Light"Fluttershy? Darling, are you all right? You've been in there for nearly an hour!"At Last I See the Light4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The butter colored pegasus sank lower in the water she was soaking in, not wanting to even acknowledge hearing the concerned questioning from her best friend. The idea of a nice hot bath had been a wonderful suggestion at first. With added bath salts and oils, Fluttershy felt the tension leaving her body as soon as she was immersed, the knots in her stomach unwinding themselves. She relaxed with her eyes closed and inhaled the fresh scents of vanilla and cotton, and for a little while she was at peace.
When the water began to cool the knots started reforming. The lost tension came creeping back in with every second that ticked by. Eventually she was right back where she started and when Rarity came in to see as much, the white unicorn looked at her with humor laced sympathy.
"You do realize you can't simply stay in there forever, right? How you haven't withered away into nothing more than a prune by now
The Adventurer's LamentGive all my love to ages past,The Adventurer's Lament3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To times of wealth and wonder;
To adventurers, to lands unmapped,
To pirate's loot and plunder.
Tell history to wait for me,
Though I am far and gone
There's one path left for me to take
Before my journey's done.
I sailed these skies once like a king,
In search of gold and glory,
My body strong, mind clear and sharp,
Pursuing airship quarry.
Alone, I flew the seven seas,
And countless distant lands;
Mount Kailash and the Himalays,
The cruel Saharan sands.
It was the world of yesteryear,
With mountains white and wide
With deserts shifting, sun ablaze
Which beat my weathered hide;
With ruins swallowed up by sand
And skies of high azure,
With tribes unknown and jungles deep,
With monoliths and moors.
Alas, the past's a quiet thing,
She ne'er speaks more than once;
The shining world I once knew
Has vanished into dust.
The clouds, once gold as angel's hair,
Now glower black with coal;
Below, a city indifferent, grim,
In fog as thick as wool.
long distance loveI wish body pillowslong distance love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Acted like teleportation devices
And when you clutched yours
It would put me beside you
I wish blankets
Were like magic carpets
And we could use ours
To fly to one another
I wish computer screens
Would let us reach to others
And I could pull you through
And into my arms
I wish we could feel each other
When we clutch pillows and blankets
And pretend they're each other
So our dreams can somewhat come true
Miss Tansybaum's CarnivalBy all accounts, Miss Tansybaum's Circus of the Moderately Peculiar should not have continued to operate. They were a very small operation as circuses went, they had no rides and their menagerie consisted of a single geriatric lion and a handful of obscure species, such as the Sudanese Crooning Lizards, who were obscure for a reason. Sure, Brendan the Mono-juggler could keep a single ball in the air for hours, but you got tired of watching after the first few minutes.Miss Tansybaum's Carnival5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lord Maggothaunch's Carnival of the Un-Ordinary should have crushed them out of existence in the first year--indeed, that was among the lord's stated goals--and its failure to do so was a source of intense frustration for him. Did he not have scantily clad women and a genuine, if sullen tiger? Did he not have a genuine freakshow, with real live freaks, including a pair of dubious Siamese twins and a two-headed calf in a jar?
Miss Tansybaum did not have a freakshow (at least not in the conventional sense, although the less
The DressOver the years, people have gone to truly extraordinary lengths in pursuit of fashion. A catalog of peculiar gowns would fill several volumes, even without getting into bizarre hats, wigs, gloves, codpieces, shoes, eyeglasses, and all manner of other demented accessories, and I will not so tax the reader except to mention a few highlights.The Dress6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Dresses of strange materials are not uncommon. Among the oddest were the mycorrhiza gown of Milicent von Pratt, a wrap of finest fungal threads. This sensational outfit required almost two weeks to put on, requiring Lady von Pratt to paint herself with an agar and compost growth medium and lay prone in a fungal bed for most of that time. It was only worn once, and deteriorated significantly during the course of the evening, requiring her ladyship to retire quickly from the entertainments.
And then there was the finchbone dress worn by the Dowager Duchess of Eastmarch, made from the tiny skeletons of nearly a thousand finches, carefully wrapped and hu
Deadman WonderlandDeadman Wonderland5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My sweet little woodpecker,
Beat your wings close to my head.
I can hear your whisper.
Even if inside you're dead.
The red, oh the red,
It's running down the wall.
Sing softly, my pet,
or don't sing at all.
Gently now, be careful,
If you pull too much it'll tear.
If it rips then grounded I'll be,
Deep down under there.
The spirals are twirling,
I can feel it in the air.
We'll die like this, you know,
Choking on a hair.
Living in a Wonderland,
Is it any wonder we're dead?
The Deadmen sing their happy tunes
While painting each other red.
Lirio de Sangre - Odisea 1.1Lirio de Sangre - Odisea 1.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1. El visitante
"Amanecía ya cuando apareció por la avenida empedrada custodiada por robles casi tan ancianos como mi Maestro. Yo me disponía a ir en busca de mi sueño reparador, que tan bien me había ganado al poner en su sitio a un novato prepotente, cuando oí el indeciso golpeteo de los cascos contra los adoquines. Me asomé por la ventana de mi habitación, cuatro pisos por encima de la entrada principal, sorprendido porque alguien apurase tanto su llegada, y más me asombré al ver que se trataba de un humano.
Montaba un caballo blanco moteado de marrón que debía de haber conseguido en alguna de las aldeas cercanas; si no, no me explico que, pese a la firmeza con la que sujetaba las riendas, hubiera conseguido guiarlo hasta la misma puerta de nuestra casa. En cuanto desmontó, el animal, viéndose por fin libre de un cometido que, sin duda, consideraba desagradable, dio media vuelta y galopó abandonando a su jinete. Éste lo observó alejarse y después se giró par
EnglandXReader Christmas and Birthday KissesEnglandXReader - Christmas and Birthday KissesEnglandXReader Christmas and Birthday Kisses3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your phone beeped. Once, twice, three times. Then it stopped and for a while all was peaceful again. At least it was, until Sex on the Radio started blasting out of your phone signalling a call. Groaning, you sat up and rubbed your eyes before reaching out for the source of the persistent ringing.
Your skin brushed against cold, vibrating metal and you picked it up and placed it to your ear, forgetting to check the caller ID.
"Hello?" you asked sleepily.
'HEY _____! It's me! THE HERO!" the voice of your best friend rang through your head.
"GEEZ! You don't need to shout Al!" you yelled into the phone as you placed it on speaker.
"SORRY! Ah er- sorry " he began quieter.
You sat back and rubbed your temples, closing your (e/c) eyes. Yes, you were definitely going to get a headache again.
"Well I thought I'd call and say, HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY BRO!" Alfred continued; now back to his loud self.
Despite your annoyance at hi
A Meeting of ChanceConrad always hated visiting the doctor. He hated the crowded waiting rooms, the disgusting toys that countless other children had touched (and thus polluted with theirA Meeting of Chance5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
germs), the noisy babies and their exasperated parents trying to calm
them... and those things were just the troubles before seeing
the doctor. As long as he could remember, he'd been afraid of
those sterile white spaces; the only good part was the sterile part.
From his parents he inherited the habits of a germophobe (as well as
a small bit of hypochondriac-like paranoia), though not quite as
extreme as some. Despite appreciating the constrasting cleanliness of
the actual examination room, it didn't do much at all to relieve him
of the fact that a person would soon come in and stick all sorts of
things in his ears and in his mouth, placing a cold device on his
chest here and there, shining a light in his eyes...
He knew it would be worse this time, because now, what he faced was no
ordinary check-up: he had been
Paper Lungs She stood before me, her chest wide open, 'What do you think?'Paper Lungs3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could not help but to stare. Her heart was beating - literally in front of my eyes - between two paper lungs stained with ink. Blinking, I asked, 'Why are you showing me this?'
The girl did not answer. Reaching into her chest, she pulled out a lung, and held it out to me, 'I breathe words,' she whispered, 'This lung is the lung I exhale with. These are the words I breathe.'
Taking it, I unfolded the paper lung, and felt millions of alveoli rippling under my fingertips. But there was something wrong.
I met her eyes, 'This lung is blank!'
'I know,' she said sorrowfully, 'It is not a worthy present to give to you. I'm sorry. I've run out of words...'
Screwing up the exhaling lung, the empty lung, I tossed it over my shoulder, 'Have you anything else to give me?'
Biting her lip, her hands trailed over her remaining lung, 'I have this... but it
Sign of the Maker 12 - FINALESign of the Maker 12 - FINALE4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So it had come to this. All of the tears, patience, words and hopes. It had all come down to a few brief moments in time that would change the world.
A judder of the earth beneath them.
A red beam of light, piercing the heavens and parting the swirling clouds.
A silence; one that hung heavy and thick like foam atop the peak of a wave just before the crash.
A resounding explosion that would haunt those within earshot of it for the rest of their days.
And an awful, awful silence.
It was broken by a breathy exclamation from Meredith, but Sebastian's ears didn't, wouldn't, hear her. They didn't care what she had to say. They didn't care what anyone had to say any more.
The tanned arms that circled his chest from behind had been the only things stopping him from hurtling towards the eery red flames and into the jaws of oblivion as the ground had shaken. He would gladly go there if it meant he could bring Elthina back from it.
"And just how is you running in there going to help an
Moving OnMoving On4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Garethil nodded his head in understanding as the agitated woman spoke. He had tried to get a word in edgewise once or twice, but she spoke so rapidly, barely pausing for breath, that he had since contented himself with letting her ramble. He sighed inwardly at her request; as if he had time to go all the way out to Zul'Aman to search for some so-called buried treasure that may or may not even exist, not to mention dodging angry trolls the entire way. That sounded just like his idea of a pleasant excursion...
Looking at the woman near tears, he suddenly felt ashamed for his irritation. This artifact was said to have healing properties and if it could save her child, who was he to deny her that hope? How she had even heard about it was beyond him. He was a historian and an accomplished archaeologist and he had never caught wind of this item before. And she had come to him precisely because he was bo
Make Yourself Useful250 sighed noisily and fwumped yet another stack of clothes on the counter. A freshly pressed dress shirt stared up at him from the top of the pile, buttons winking in the light. 250 eyed the offending article of clothing before shooting a sharp look at its offending owner. As usual, 300 sat in his favorite armchair, legs crossed, a newspaper open. He looked the picture of a 1950s sitcom father. 250 huffed and crossed his arms behind the counter.Make Yourself Useful3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The newspaper twitched. 300 looked up. "Is something wrong?"
250 frowned. Normally, 300's refusal to help around the house wasn't a real issue - more like something to be thrown in the Scot's face periodically, just to remind him who did the actual work when the day was done. But today, 250 had cleaned the entire house top to bottom: dusting, sweeping, wiping, scrubbing, even vacuuming and mopping; from bedrooms to bathrooms to kitchen to basement. And 250 could have tolerated doing all that by himself - it was, after all, his house, and it ne
The Flowers : Little! England x Little! ReaderP.S : Guys, this is my first time writing a literature in English! Mein Gott, please forgive me about my bad grammar! Many of this had a wrong spelling grammar and I am so sorry!! Hope you can understand without grammar also forgive me if this story is suck!The Flowers : Little! England x Little! Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Th-thanks... A-actually, you didn't have to do this, ______"
The wind blowing so hard, flying some of the petals which are very colorful. You captured the petals flying nearby and observing that petal, what type of flower for a moment, but you couldn't. You are not into plants, so you didn't know many types of the flowers.
_______ stepped to a giant flower garden, there a lot of the types of flowers that she didn't know. You sighing, at least these gardens can please you a bit.
This is your first visit to England, you forced to go here, leaving you friends in your country because your father told you to. If you said you didn't want to go with him, it's mean th
Haku Returns chapter 1Haku Returns chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's been six years since my adventure in the Spirit World, six years since I've seen him. When I was able to return to my world with my parents and before I ran to the tunnel where they were waiting for me, Haku did promise me that we will see each other again some day soon.
Having strong faith in him since that day, I've been waiting patiently for Haku to come into the human world and find me. Even at the times I become very impatient and had almost about given up on waiting for him, my memories of him and my strong feelings for Haku make me think twice because he could appear anytime, possibly when I least expect it one of these days.
Looking out my bedroom window, as I thought about Haku, I decide to go out for a walk. Leaving my room once my light was turned off and I closed the door behind me, my mom said from t
The Beginning of All His Problems "Loving someone isn't wrong, Garrus. Whether you think it's right or wrong is irrelevant. If you feel it, you feel it. Don't try to calibrate your way out of it. Let yourself have something good, something you really want, for once. Okay?" Solana's voice floated through his ears softly, the way their mother's always had.The Beginning of All His Problems3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Okay," he answered, his undertones giving away his annoyance.
"Garrus Vakarian! You're not listening to me!" she shrieked, shouting his name just like their mother did when he took apart something he shouldn't have.
"Spirits, Sol, yes I am! I heard you. The first six times, and I'm going to hear you the seventh, too. I get it! Now stop--"
"Who you talking to, Vakarian?" Shepard asked, leaning over his shoulder, trying to get a peek at the console.
"Oh, is that...looks like I gotta go, Garrus. Talk to you soon. Love you, Garbear. Bye."
Suddenly the screen went blank except for a general Other user has logged off message.
Garrus rolled hi
Taming the FLamesTaming the FLames3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"When did you go to the Fire Kingdom?" Finn asked, still looking out through the window.
"When you were crying over Bubblegum." Jake answered.
Finn didn't really care when he went to the Fire kingdom, he just cared about hoW he found Flame Princess. "Help me track her down."
"WHAT? No way! She's evil dude! And especially after that incident, she'll burn you to a crisp!" Jake exclaimed as he pointed to the burned on hand print on Finn's cheek.
"She's not evil, she's just passionate." He told Jake "And maybe a little confused." He added silently to himself.
"I'm still not going." Jake stated. He crossed his arms and stubbornly stood in place, refusing to move.
"Jake you gotta help me out!" Finn pressed. "Come on man I really like her! Help me out," he said again, rubbing Jakes cheeks. "Help me out, help me out, HELP me out HELP ME!!" by the time he finally stopped rubbing Jake's cheeks, Jake's had had been completely stretched out.
"Eeeeeeeehhhh ok." Jake finally said. "
Wind and WaterChihiro sat at the windowsill of her new home, gazing into the night sky. A gentle gust of wind blew into her room, causing her undone hair to swirl around her bare shoulders. She was only wearing a singlet and a pair of white boxer shorts, her usual sleeping attire. The material billowed slightly as the air went through it. Chihiro didn't mind. After her recent experiences, she had decided that she liked the wind. It had always acted as a friend to her. On the many nights she had spent on the balcony, red-cheeked from the steam-filled and overheated bathhouse she had been more or less forced to work at, the wind had always been there to carress her face with its cool and welcoming touch. It had been one of the few comforting things to keep her company when the feelings of hopelessness had threatened to overwhelm here. Sure, Lin had been there too, but her brisk and worldly nature had stung on more than one occasion.Wind and Water11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chihiro ran her fingers along the wood of the windowsill. Though she
.Pt.Com. - Jealous.Pt.Com. - Jealous2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Look! I’ve had enough of everyone telling me that I was an idiot. Yes, I was an idiot, but you’re overdoing it.”
“I don’t know Leo. Just getting hit in the foot by Master Splinter’s staff wasn’t enough considering all that showing off you did. I’m surprised that he didn’t hit you in the head to knock out all that stupidity.”
“Why are you taking your anger out on me all of a sudden? Sure, it’s just a little while after everyone else did, but must you really have such bad timing?”
“You don’t understand my frustration, Leo.”
“No Izanami: you don’t understand my frustration.”
“Well we wouldn’t have this problem if you just listened to us about Karai sooner.”
“That’s really strong talk coming from someone who used to work with the Foot.”
“That’s not the point here, Leo.”