FlightFlight7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
He pushed open the door, clutching the crumpled paper in his hand. Ages of dust, it seemed, lay thick upon the floor and he could see one pale footprint, smudged in the dim light, starting up the stairs before him. He put one hand on the railing, taking the stairs two by two, clenching his fist more tightly and feeling the wrinkle of the paper curving into his palm. He could hear her voice now, as if it were reading the words her own hand had written:
Dearest, the letter had begun; one of her pet names for him. He had once teased her for this, asking her, Dearest what? to which shed simply replied, Dearest . Dearest of all the things I hold dear. Dearest of all the things I love. Dearest of all the beauties that keep me in this life; just Dearest. Moving steadily upward as he climbed the stairs, he smiled at the memory. He
AberdareIn dragon country,Aberdare4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Quiet and proud,
In the valleys and river mouths,
Tucked-in terraced little towns,
Not nestled, but hunkered down.
Above them, the tips,
Once ash and slag,
With charcoal trees on rocky crags,
Turned speckled green like forests old,
Now pit is quiet and furnace cold.
And left behind,
The men who dug,
Drink liquid fire in smokeless pubs,
And in voices that almost sing,
Tell dragon tales til last bell rings.
And I to London,
Must turn my feet,
Trade green valleys for city streets.
Through concrete castles I will roam,
Til dragon country calls me home.
WasteWaste9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Call me Anna, she says, hoping they'll get the vague reference, but they never do, mainly because it's too obtuse, and partly because nobody really reads Moby Dick these days.
But it matters not, nothing ever does. She wears her hair swept up and her mind swept away. There are the remains of a meal speckled upon her collar and down the front of her top, but people make sure not to comment. It wouldn't be right, but that's for later.
First, call her Anna. Heroines always had such exciting names, she mourned, drowning in jealousy that she instantly hated them all. She embraced the plain out of spite, and insisted that people called her by her boring middle name, started work as a librarian, and married a man who was the human embodiment of beige.
He didn't stand out anymore than she did. He wasn't tall and wasn't short, wore glasses in the least imposing way and sometimes spoke too quietly. He hated repeating himself, so told people to forget he said anything at all if they hadn't heard
At The AquariumAt The Aquarium2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ugh i'm so bored, there is literally nothing to do today." Leon sighed laying in his room listening to some vocaloid music. He was an average teen, skinny, rebellious, had shaggy black hair with brown eyes. Just an average teen overall. He didn't have anything planned today and soon regret it.
"Screw this, there has to be something I can do." Leon said tossing off the ear buds in his ears grabbing his laptop heading to Google locations of things nearby. "Lets see," He said beginning to search.
The links instantly popped up and the search was on. After looking at numerous things he couldn't care less about, something vaguely caught his eye. "The Amazing Aquarium", A apparently new Aquarium which had opened up a couple days ago. Leon heard about it and passed by it under construction numerous times but never thought to go there. But, with a shrug he said "Oh what the hell, i'm bored" and was off in his car.
Pulling up he saw a huge giant dome shaped blue building come into view. T
Locker Room TG EpilogueLocker Room TG Epilogue3 years ago in Settings More Like This
It had been a few weeks since Josh and Taylor were TG'ed in their schools locker room. They were having a good time hanging out and shopping with there new friend they made Sarah. She met them as soon as they left the locker room. They were all besties and took plenty of pictures together. They were at Sarah's house because she had something to tell the two.
"I guess your wondering why I called you here?" She said.
"Yep." They both nodded.
"Well its been fun hanging out with you two over these last few weeks." She began being stopped by Taylor.
"Is something wrong? You seem as if your going somewhere." Taylor had a worried look on her face.
"Yeah, is something wrong?" Jessie asked.
".......No its nothing." Sarah said, although she was lying. "Crap, I have grown so close to them I don't want to change them back but I guess I have too." She sighed. "I'll be right back." Sarah said walking out the room.
"She seems down." Taylor said, with Jessie agreeing.
"I hope she didn't get hurt or an
Love and a Latte.When you work at a café, you meet a lot of people every day. Those who are busy, those who take it slow, those who just come for lunch, and those who takes everything to go. You learn to recognize them, and put faces, and sometimes names, with the orders. A black coffee for the man with the blue tie, a tea with four sugars for the tired mother with her two kids hanging on her coat, A tuna sandwich and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for the student who's always reading, and cappuccino for the men in suits with their leather briefcases and fancy Italian shoes. Maria from the corner store always orders a pastrami sandwich for lunch, and Peter who works at a nearby office always orders a salad with noodles and cheese cubes. It becomes a closed little world where everyone knows everyone, even if they are strangers on the streets. I've worked here since High-school, and one should think I'd get tired of it, but fact is, I love it. I love to be recognized by the regulars, and to beLove and a Latte.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Dungeon Of dreams ( part 1 )I lost... I LOST! impossible... there is no, and before i could finish that sentence the blade of the girl standing to the front of me pierced through my heart...I lost...The Dungeon Of dreams ( part 1 )2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can finally remember whats been happening before I entered the arena just a small bit though. Although, I can remember everything that happened when I got here. Okay then maybe I should recap let me think over whats happened so far. I had woken up in a silver room that looked like you would a imagine a prion cell to be, I would not know I have never been to prison. I could not remember my name, age, or even appearance. I screamed out, " WHERE THE HELL AM I?" Suddenly a figure in a dark silver coat came to me,"You have been brought here by your own misfortune". I looked up and said," Great now could you explain whatever the hell that means?" The figure turned around and left. I screamed over and over for hours, days, and eventually it came back. The figure asked me," will you listen?" I agreed apparently I have to f
Who Cares About...?WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR MISTRESS' EYES?Who Cares About...?9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(A Rebuttal to Shakespeare's Sonnet CXXX)
Why should it matter in the least if her
Lips are coral red or pale pink?
If suntanned breasts are worrying you, sir,
You need your head examined, one would think.
And you honestly believe her cheeks and hair
Detract because they differ from the norm?
I doubt you'd find another who would care;
For as they are, they are indeed well-formed.
As to her breath and voice, I will concede
That reeks and rasps as adjectives fit well;
But Listerine will satisfy her need,
And huskiness in speech, a flaw? Do tell!
You love her, faults and all, or so you've said—
So you love her; now cart her off to bed!
Locker Room TGLocker Room TG3 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was around noon when two friends Josh and Taylor had gym class. They were bored and tired of doing exercises so when the gym teacher wasn't looking they snuck away. Taylor was the good kid while his friend Josh was always the one pushing him to do bad things. So when they were hiding Josh got an idea.
"Hey Taylor, I got an idea." He said.
"What." Taylor responded.
"Lets sneak into the girls locker room." He said.
"What! No way thats to bad. We'll get in trouble and then be called perverts and I would hate to spend the rest of my freshman year being known as one of the two dudes who snuck into the girls locker room!" He exclaimed.
"Come on, there all out there and we'll just sneak in for a second." Josh said.
"I don't know." Taylor said worried.
"Just come on, you don't even have to come in all the way." Josh said as he pulled Taylor up as they headed that way.
The two made it to the entrance of the girls locker room as Josh went straight in, leaving Taylor outside by his self.
Footprints.I want to be quoted, I want to be seen, I want to be heard.Footprints.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I want to be believed, to be admired, to be respected, to be understood.
To be contemplated, to be defended, to be thought of; I want to leave something behind.
I want to live forever in memory, I want forever to live in me.
I want eternity to hold me through the night, I want endlessness to wrap me in its warmth.
I want to exist 1000 years from now, in strangers I have only seen in my dreams.
I want to impact people, I have not yet met, who know me intimately because of my art, my expression, my words, my ideas, my vision. I want to be the inspiration for other artists, just like the multiverse is my muse.
I will get what I want, I am on my way, I will leave my footprint behind me, and the stars will cement it into a permanent stepping stone for humanity. My ideas will touch others until they cum, my art will draw smiles across a billion faces over and over again. My mind will be examined by all the people that I would get al
Elf vs. Orc 9Sings-to-Trees' head shot up. He knew Fleabane's barks like the back of his hand. Short, rapid barks, not grating, hysterical ones--somewhere between a greeting and a warning. Fleabane knew the person approaching, but he didn't really like them.Elf vs. Orc 98 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
That meant it was either one of the humans from down the road (excepting Matilda, who brought cheeses and always had a tidbit for a hungry coyote) or the rangers.
"Shit!" Sings-to-Trees leapt to his feet and began kicking Celadon's armor under the bed, followed by the extra blankets.
Celadon got unsteadily to her feet. "What is it?"
"Company. Might be rangers."
She could have asked questions, like "Are you going to turn me in?" or "Why are you panicking, if they're your people?" but Celadon was not inclined to waste time on stupid questions. She looked around hurriedly for a hiding place.
Sings-to-Trees caught her elbow. "Do you trust me?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not."
Getting her into the hiding place was awkward, but Celadon took it in s
red snowIt was like any other day of romance. Two young couple stood by the street lightred snow9 years ago in General More Like This
waiting for the bus to arrive. It was very cold outside, even with the thickest coat
they can buy it still made them shiver. It was not windy though…the sky was dark grey with white speckled floating down.
Few minutes passed by and it was still quiet. There weren't any shops open at this late hour, nor any customers passing by.
Suddenly the girl spoke quietly.
"I think the dinner went pretty nicely" she said.
"I think the meat could have been less salty thought..." the boy spoke in silence. They laughed silently for few seconds and the conversation stopped. In a moment the boy started to mumble something. The girl looked at him slowly as he started chewing on his finger.
"how many times have I told you not to bite your finger?" she quickly pulled the hand away from his mouth.
"..I…I'm sorry I didn't realize I was" he quickly put his hands back in his pocket.
The girl gulped and closed her eyes. "if the the
Love Poem---Love Poem---Love Poem11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A flood of you
I can still taste you on my lips
Soft and sweet
Burning and smooth
Silken embers tease my senses
And my heart, it pounds
Through my veins you course
I feel you always
The ecstasy of flesh
Soft invisible hairs on your neck
Tender fingers' caress
The ecstasy of love
Pouring souls over smooth stones
The glow swells with time
Pegs are marked, chalked lines
My heart, it pounds
Through my veins you course
And I feel your love – always
HellHell9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hell is not the lake of fire
It is not the pit of flames,
Or the burning torture,
Inflicted by the devil.
Hell is not the heat,
The thought of all those things,
You did in your own heart.
Hell is not what we imagine.
Hell is far more hurtful,
A thing I dread with fear.
It is not the place where
Satan shall find his final rest.
Hell is to see the Savior,
Look upon his countanence,
See the fullness of his grace,
And turn your back upon his eyes.
It is to have denied Christ,
Your entire life, even to the end,
Then too see His tear saddened eyes,
As you have to walk away.
Hell is a state of being,
Where you live eternity
In pure agony, seeing Jesus now,
Yet you cannot turn around.
God gave the greatest gift,
At the greatest sacrifice,
To the least worthy people,
And Hell is turning it down.
Beethoven Symphony 9Deep notes skirt the air,Beethoven Symphony 99 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flickering music so silently there.
Somber glassy notes of fear
Float around the stagery here.
Pitch for pitch I hear the chord
Loudly bashing, screaming cymbals
Solftly echoed, as if they're floored.
Changing ever, it quietly gimbles.
Words now quiet, now so soft
Flicker and float on the air aloft.
Memory of words long sung
Upon the glittering note have hung.
Melody left for quiet grace
Banging on the bells and bass.
Spun with words, its powerful.
Not a Love Poem - Rain-shadowTwo people metNot a Love Poem - Rain-shadow11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a cafe one day
and shared a few cups
with much to say
The next afternoon
again, they met
before leaving this time
dinner plans were set
The dinner was perfect
every moment, bliss
and the evening ended
with a goodnight kiss
They had many more dinners
sometimes, stayed for breakfast
smitten with each other
they knew it would last
As days turned to weeks
months became the sign
they had found love
of virtue devine
But their joy was shortlived
their home's oceans away
one was of France
the other the U.S.A.
They thought they'd be happy
in one's New York home
so the French one packed up
to N.Y. to come
But visas expire
though one did propose
their union was futile
the government's mind closed
Two people met
in a cafe one day
years of struggle
they were destined to pay
Because both were men
the land of the free
granted no citizenship,
happy life or liberty
All men are equal
except lover's of same
no marriage or immigration
can they gain
If I DieIf I DieIf I Die9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I'm right then you are wrong.
I don't wanna leave you for that lonely place.
But If you're right then I really lived,
Lived a life that I know is good.
If I die, and gain no reward
I know I'll have peace cause I carried the sword.
You say "Where is Wisdom found?"
I say "Depart from your evil ways."
You say "What can I trade for it?"
I say "Nothing that you have can equal it."
You say "Why is hope worth living for?"
I say "Hope is what gets me off the floor."
Glance above you at the sky,
There's beauty there, to blind the eye.
Don't it make you wanna fly?
Or do you simply say goodbye?
Don't leave me hanging on your words
Don't praise me like a bunch of empty birds.
Elf vs. Orc 5Sings-to-Trees's primary thought through the whole violent encounter was Not the throat again!Elf vs. Orc 58 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
His neck hurt. He felt like a troll had used his esophagus as a dance floor. This could not be healthy. If he lived through this, he swore he would be nice to his throat for the rest of the year. Hot teas. Scarfs during winter. Anything.
For awhile, he didn't think he was going to live to see sunrise, let alone winter.
Then she'd apologized. The orc had stood there, with a distinctly sheepish expression on her face, and she'd apologized.
None of his patients ever apologized. Most of them couldn't talk, and it didn't seem to occur to the ones who could.
Half of him wanted to reply automatically—No, it's okay, these things happen, don't worry about it—and the other half was jumping up and down screaming You just tried to kill me, you green-faced lunatic! You can't just apologize for trying to kill people!
Perhaps fortunately, his throat was aching too badly
Assassin Series 4Assassin Series 49 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The hunt, the chase, the capture. The kill. When you have your prey backed into a corner after a long, tiring hunt. When they know they have no chance of escape even as their eyes dart around, avoiding your gaze. When you can smell the fear coating their skin. When you can look into their eyes and watch their pathetic search for a way out. When you look into their eyes and see the exact moment when they know that all is lost. They are defenseless against you.
Slinking through the darkened passages. Skirting the light like it's a plague. Hiding the depths of the shadows most sensible people would avoid. The rush of adrenaline pounding through your veins as you stalk your prey. The way your heartbeat and breathing seem unusually loud as you creep through empty corridors. The way you can track your target by the barest of clues.
The feel of the leather handle against the palm of your hand as you draw it from its sheath. The silent whistle of breath
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 78 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the
Five have gatheredWorshipFive have gathered9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words cannot describe
The experience felt here.
This is a poor attempt to
Phrase the heart
Of those who partake.
Five people become six,
As each clasps the hand
Of another soul.
Times of silence fill the
Sanctuary, as hearts
Enjoy his presence.
The carpet, soft
Beneath their feet,
The grand windows,
The angled pews,
And the instruments
are not what matters.
Rather, it is the fire in their hearts,
The sweat of another's palm,
The words spoken aloud,
The heart felt worship,
The praise from the soul
And God Almighty.
The joy felt
Cannot be expressed.
The tears dropped
Cannot be understood.
His presence there
Cannot be fathomed.
Closing comes, and
They must leave,
Though hour's may
Seem barely minutes.
Time betrays them,
To give a taste of eternity.
Echoing HeartUpon this grassy slope I sing,Echoing Heart9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These praises in my heart I bring.
Above me, I can glance the sky,
Where angels praise the Lord on high.
The sunset slowly falls afore
Like sweet Heaven's open door.
The words I sing shall break my heart,
As they split it all apart.
Shattered, here I sit,
I even almost try to quit.
Friends around me change my mind
These ties are strong, they seem to bind.
I cannot leave Thee
Though it shall try me
This love is far to strong
Nothing ever can go wrong.
For you are the Lord of me
Nothing I have can equal Thee.
So, shall I praise You to the end?
Or stand up from bended knee?
EverythingEverything reminds me of youEverything9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whether it be the wind in my hair
Or the rain on my face
Everything reminds me of you
I can't be with my friends
Or read a book
Without someone or something reminding me of you
Everything reminds me of you
You haunt my dreams
You haunt my memories
Sometimes I sit in the dark and think of you
Sometimes I miss you so much I wanna cry
Everything reminds me of you
Whether it be the wind in my hair
Or the rain on my face...
An Evening With Sings-to-TreesAn Evening With Sings-to-Trees8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sings-to-Trees had hair the color of sunlight and ashes, delicately pointed ears, and eyes the translucent green of new leaves. His shirt was off, revealing the sort of tanned muscle acquired from years of healthy outdoor living, and you could have sharpened a sword on his cheekbones.
He was saved from being a young maiden's fantasy—unless she was a very peculiar young maiden—by the fact that he was buried up to the shoulder in the unpleasant end of a heavily pregnant unicorn. Bits of unicorn dung, which was not noticeably more ethereal than horse dung, were sliding down his arm, and every time the mare had a contraction, he lost feeling in his hand.
It had been nearly two hours, the ground was hard and cold and his knees felt like live coals wrapped in ice. She'd kicked him twice, and if Sings-to-Trees hadn't known that it was impossible, he'd have begun to suspect that the unicorn had arranged a breech birth out of spite.
No, he was being unfair. It couldn't be any more fun for her t