Ce que veulent les femmesCe que veulent les femmes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ce que veulent les femmes.
Varlam sortit rapidement de la pièce en claquant si violemment la porte qu'elle manqua de s'extraire de ses gongs. Non celle-là, vraiment, on ne lui avait jamais faite ! Qu'est-ce qui clochait chez les femmes ? Elles vous tournaient autour, vous séduisaient, vous consommaient et ensuite ? Et ensuite, deux options : ou bien elles vous parlaient serments d'amour et promesses de fidélité éternelle, ou bien elles vous claquaient subitement la porte au nez. N'y avait-il pas créatures plus instables et plus incompréhensibles que les femmes ? Une homme était bien plus simple à comprendre, bien plus cohérent. Quand il couchait avec une femme, rencontrée la veille ou le jour même, il ne fallait pas lui demander d'être amoureux. D'abord, un homme avait besoin d'au moins une à deux semaines pour se rappeler le prénom de la belle alanguie dans s
Echo of the past 01 [ENG]Echo of the past 01 [ENG]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All chapters are under correction
Chapter with better formatting, in PDF file: http://xkyoux.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/story-about-boys-love/
A few words from the author:
The chapter below has come into being spontaneously, for fun, without the bigger concept of writing any more chapters. It wasn’t supposed to have any form of continuity, and the thread of Marcin & Nivan - the two heroes in this story - was meant as a note of spice in their created lives. Both characters were created for the purpose of a role playing game, both of them had partners in their lives as well as separate histories. And so it was meant to stay... in the beginning that is. But "Karma" wanted it different
After the unexpected warm reception of the first chapter the author decided to continue the story. She wrote the second and the third chapter intertwining the boys paths, added a few others and so the story took shape.
The author intertwines the lives of two men, best friends in the pas
OBSCUREOBSCURE:OBSCURE3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The flower of midnight blooms
As the wind will sway the trees.
But my corpse will dangle helpless
As it is blown by the breeze.
Feel the prick of final judgement
As I am cast into the flame.
Born again into this world;
Where my life is just a game.
I think and try to remember
But the night is simply cold
I return to the ancient tree
where once my soul was sold.
I gather the rope and ladder
while the moon is shining bright.
I kill myself again;
In the quiet of the night...
A lonely obscure defiance;
Where my silent tears will fall.
For none will ever remember
A quiet broken doll...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th May 2012
:EnGarde- Ch 2::EnGarde- Ch 2:3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Wait! So that means Caleb is going to be at the club when I'm there?!" Danni giggled as she slammed the car door, making Alec gasp in alarm.
"Hey! Easy on the car," He hissed, putting his hand on the hood and rubbing it tenderly, sticking out his bottom lip. "It's okay, baby. I won't let her hurt you anymore."
"You're so lame," Danni murmured, grabbing her fencing bag.
They walked up the steps and pulled on the insanely heavy door. As it opened, air rushed into Danni's face, making her braids flutter backwards. Alec noticed her eyes widen as she saw Caleb walking out of the locker room, his mask tucked under his arm and his sabre in hand. He seemed to be in a deep conversation with the Asian man that was yelling at him at the tournament. He glanced up from their discussion and waved at Alec and his sister. The hazel-eyed boy smiled warmly and waved back, Danni in too much of a daze to respond. Her brother smirked and grabbed Danni by the arm
Rest My Sweetest DarlingSweetest little dragon child, with a tiny broken wingRest My Sweetest Darling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For you it is a solemn song that we are made to sing.
Your parents fought to save you, but here it is you lie
My sweetest little dragon child, why did you have to die?
There are no words to capture grief, nor the mourning in our hearts
I never thought that we were meant to be easily torn apart...
No pain in life could have ever prepared us, for the pain we faced today
My child I wish you could hear the words that we truly long to say
We wish we could have taught you, about the flowers in the spring
We wish we could have showed you, the homes of our kin...
We wish we could have loved you, and watched you fly away
But in this cold and clammy cave is where you have to stay
We'll lay you down to rest for now, so just dream of better times
Your mother and I will be the ones to atone for our crimes
Sleep for now and rest yourself for you needn't ever rise
We will stay and watch you drift away, before our very eyes...
"My dearest Mideen
Our Word is SacredOur Word is Sacred:Our Word is Sacred3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have struggled against the chains of fate
We've lived our lives on the edge of hate.
Oppressed by the taunting of the foolish and blind;
It is time we stood and responded in kind.
No more can we sit here, content with our place;
Else by apathy alone we shall be erased!
Our work is like a candle, a small one at best;
It is quickly snuffed by a single breath...
For too long have we accepted, the concept of equality;
Whilst simply accepting the crumbs of poverty.
Our people go unheeded, as madmen and sloths;
The "cultured" eat like kings, while we are fed with broth...
To create these verses, it takes a lot of time;
Have you ever tried putting your thoughts in rhyme?
Have you dealt with the frustration, of grasping at words?
Trust me my friend, it is like hunting for birds...
To put this in a structure, to give poetry a form;
It can take some men from dusk till dawn...
Yet we slave away freely and we beg for a chance;
But all we have e
Living a LieLiving a Lie:Living a Lie3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel like I've awakened from a comatose state
And the world has gone on without me.
I stretch my legs and take a walk outside
And for the very first time I see:
A strange kind of beauty, that is utterly alluring
It calls out to my spirit with the gentlest of cries.
I'm afraid to admit, for it was rather unmanly,
That I left with tears in my eyes...
I can't imagine how I could have forgotten
The very way that I used to walk...
I remember now my habitual actions
And I've even learned to talk!
"Arrr me hearties, good day to ya all
It be a fine day ta sail on tha sea
And if we find a plethora o' treasure;
Then yer drinks are all on me!"
I must admit it that brought me a smile
To be speaking my native brogue.
It reminded me that a dashing man
Should always be a playful rouge.
But that aside I'm feeling better
For now my mind has found its peace.
A comforting sense of order and structure
It's almost as rare as the golden fleece.
Within this sphere
Connections Ch 5 AlexDesmondAbout two days had passed since Desmond last saw Alex, not that he really cared. He was mostly left to his own devices except for around meal time. A woman named Dana would come in and leave some sort of meal for Desmond. Sometimes, she would even stick around and carry out a conversation with him. Desmond noticed after the first few visits that she looked an awful lot like Alex and figured they must be related. How else could they the same frost-bitten blue eyes?Connections Ch 5 AlexDesmond5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So, this whole infection is thanks to GENTEK?" Dana nodded at Desmond's question.
"At least that's what Alex thinks. Who really knows what's going on in the fucked up complex." She shook her head and shrugged. She had brought in a glass of what appeared to be water in with her. After a little bit of mindless chattering, Desmond decided to try to get some answers.
"Who is Alex, exactly? What's his relationship with you?"
"Alex is my older brother. He was pretty distant for 5 years until he showed up at my door aski
six words concerning self-esteema declawed cat can still bitesix words concerning self-esteem7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
[Male!Reader x Hungary] Like, Dislike[Male!Reader x Hungary] Like, Dislike3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I like you- I don't like you- I don't know- I don't like you
I like you- there's no other - I like you!
I don't know if I like you or don't like you
Like, dislike - it won't stop.
The Hungarian growled as she saw your scheme running on the other side of the Street, she sighed, you were such an annoying brat! But Cute at the same time. She frowned, now, did she like or dislike you?
You smiled while you ran after your Friends just before you stopped, wasn't that Elizaveta on the other street-side? You smiled, Someday, you knew it, she would go out with you, you waved and smiled brightly, there was no doubt, you loved her.
Again the Girl frowned, but this time it was a more thoughtful one, although this boy was really annoying and stupid, he still always were there when she needed help... She rolled her eyes, now, did she like him or not? Why did it had to be this hard to think?
When she thought about it, she always had trembled between both feelings of like and dislike, since she
Can You Feel It?Can You Feel It?3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sungmin: Can you feel it Heechul?
Heechul: Feel what Sungmin?
Sungmin: Can you feel my heartbeat?
Heechul: Yes of course, why?
Sungmin: I only let it beat for you...
Heechul: Doesn't it always beat even if I'm not around?
Sungmin: It stops when you are not here....
Heechul: You're lying, your heart beats all the time.
Sungmin: Go away and I'll show you.
Heechul: Because I don't want it to stop....
Sungmin: So you believe me?
Heechul: I don't want to take that chance of losing you.
Sungmin: So does that mean you do love me?
Heechul: Sungmin can you feel it?
Sungmin: Feel what Heechul?
*Heechul then leans in for a kiss, then presses his lips to Sungmin's ear with a gentle whisper*
Heechul: Saranghaeyo Sungmin.
Sungmin: Saranghaeyo Heechul.
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
I Cannot TellI could sing such praises of youI Cannot Tell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I fear no aria will do you justice
I cannot tell of your eyes
Sparkling sapphires of indomitable allure
With the fury of a thousand waves
Yet the serenity of an angel
No, that is not enough
I cannot tell of your nature
A captivating glow that surrounds you
Sweeter than the purest honey
Or your compelling wit and charm
No, that is not enough
I cannot tell of your heart
Iridescent beauty, pure and true
As stunning and fragile as crystal
Benevolent and full of passion
No, that is not enough
I could sing such praises of you
But I fear no aria will do you justice
Aricia's Rainy Day DanceAricia's Rainy Day Dance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thunder shook the windows of sixteen-year-old Aricia's bedroom as she slipped out the window, dropping down just a few feet to the ground outside. It was early in the morning and she needed to get out of the house for a while before she lost it. Her parents were being particularly overbearing again, pressuring her to do something that she didn't even want to think about. So instead, she had chosen to wear an outfit that she normally wouldn't have been allowed to even own a white tube top and a long white skirt with a tulle bandana tied around her waist.
Aricia hurried away from her home, walking quickly down the path that led from the back entrance of her home, away from her parents, towards the forest. Before long, she was watching calmly through the forest, her pale blonde pony-tail bouncing slightly. She was normally never allowed outside of her home and, if she was, she was always accompanied by someone, making her feel overcrowded.
Aricia made it through the forest, steppin
Torn Photograph- Finland x Male!ReaderTorn Photograph- Finland x Male!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You tightened your grip around your face, trying to shelter it further, trying to block out anything. It was over, it had to be over. You'd just destroyed the last reminder that was left of it. Relaxing slightly, you let loose a laugh, a humourless laugh, as if it were just another task you had to complete. Everything was the same as it had been a second ago; a bottle of clear liquid sitting expectantly on the desk, a rifle still perching against the wall, looking like it could fall at any moment, a spilled vase of rotting lilies of the valley, the puddle around it turning red, the photograph, that photograph, still torn into a thousand pieces, the frame that had once contained it shattered into tiny daggers. You laughed again, your chuckles soon turning into a sob, warm tears streaking down your face.
You turned around to see those familiar purple eyes, brimming with what seemed to be concern. You grunted, silently begging him to leave. He didn't, instead sliding his
Crystalline Promises and Mediocre Lullabies.I despise the world and its normalityCrystalline Promises and Mediocre Lullabies.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mediocre lullabies and mainstream trials
Sing me to sleep forevermore
Give me freedom
Give me sanity
Give me clarity of mind
I envy those blessed with a standard-issue life
I want to blend with the darker shades of grey
The fine print of a contract overlooked
Don't want to be special
Don't want to be chosen
Don't want to be here
Transition to an alternate reality
Of warm summer dreams and fanciful hopes
Crystalline promises of what might have been
Take my anger
Take my grief
Take my sorrow
Broken PiecesIn an instantBroken Pieces2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pick up the pieces
Bond them with the glue of mistrust
Re-frame that perfect picture
That you hold so dear
Red WorldRed World:Red World3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The red water runs,
Turning into an ocean,
A world shall soon scream...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd February 2012
AddictionAddiction:Addiction3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The lights are out and I'm feeling manic
My heart is thumping in a shivering panic.
It's like I'm hitting, my all time low;
How many more; do I have to go?
Hello, hello, can you hear me speak?
I'm afraid my voice is getting weak.
My screams and sounds are growing quiet;
I need those pills; I'm growing tired...
Without them I'm colourless, just an empty face
Oh no, oh no, I'm in a dirty place...
I don't know how and I don't know why;
But it's just so hard to say goodbye.
When you need a feeling, when you need a high;
It's really easy to tell the lie:
'I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just a trial!'
But you can't hear, your own denial...
"Hello, hello, how low will you go?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th May 2012
The Illusion of YouUnsteadily I walkThe Illusion of You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon a delicate sheet of ice that could cave
At any given moment
The moonlight kisses my face
And implores the stars to guide my way home
Frosty winds hum the illusion of your voice
That ignites a fire deep within my soul
Darkness stretches on for eternity
Deafening silence shatters the night
As soft, white flakes fall from the sky
Painting an Arctic masterpiece
Vivid images of you drive me onward
Will I make it to the other side?
Will you be there waiting for me?
The crisp crunch of snow 'neath my boots
Makes my heart pound with every step
I catch a glimpse of you across the way
Are you real?
Is this real?
My feet in time with my heartbeat, I race toward you
Calling out your name
Arms outstretched wearing a wicked smile
You welcome me
Suspended in time as the ice splits
One last glimpse of that twisted smile
And in that single moment
Everything was perfect
OP: NPL [REWRITE] Chapter 1One Piece: Neptune Pirate's Legacy [REWRITE]OP: NPL [REWRITE] Chapter 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Soft gusts from off the sea blew through the hair of a cloaked young lady, but she hardly seemed to notice. She continued along the dock at a medium pace, her boots making no sound when she stepped. Finally she stopped at the door of a run-down pub and pushed it open, illuminating the shameful scene inside. Nothing but cutthroats and violent brigands from wall to wall, a couple of which were holding two tied up whimpering busboys at gunpoint. The girl acknowledged none of them, but strode nonchalantly to a nearby stool and helped herself to some onigiri and ginger pickles which happened to be on the counter.
"So you're hungry, are you?" one of the pirates dared to address her, "Well then, PREPARE TO TASTE MY WRATH!!!"
A dagger embedded itself a hair's breadth away from the girl's elbow, but she didn't look up. Instead she dabbed at her mouth with a kerchief and placed a few Berries on the counter to pay for what she had
Breaking FreeBreaking Free:Breaking Free3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit here waiting, in the coldest of cells
Outside I hear them screaming for blood
I know that they mean to kill me soon
Yet somehow my spirit remains resolved and calm
As they march me to the gallows, wrapped in chains
I grin knowingly as they force me to kneel
Each and every man in the audience, waits for this moment
They know that something is about to change!
An eldritch wind ripples through the air
And I can feel it wrapping around my beating heart
It makes me feel like breaking the conventions:
The ones that I've torn apart...
And as they make me bow before the guillotine
I can feel a sense of unrivaled excitement
This is the moment where things will change!
I can sense it in the way that the air is moving
As one I see the masses rise, they become tall-
Like giants made of flesh and anger!
They break like the tide upon the guards holding me
Setting me free once more...
And as I redeem my hat from the clutches of the self-righteous
The Pride of WordsI am an author, a poet, a writer, and a story-tellerThe Pride of Words3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have a dream to become a New York best-seller
But why is this work unrecognized by most
Why can we hardly ever make the winning post?
I shall tell you why - the populous won't take the time
To take in the meaning behind the rhyme
They choose instead to look at a pretty picture
Why should they waste time to read boring scripture?
It takes less than a heartbeat to look at an image
Pictures of angels or pirates and their pillage
Yes, it takes longer to read a poem or story
But within the words lie the truth of glory
Pretty pictures may be quick to look at
Sure, you can draw a handsome devil in a hat
But we can write a scene to send a chill down your spine
We can build a world of age and history, drunk like treasured wine
It may take longer to read, but you'll be entranced
Pictures can only go so far, while it is words that will enhance
And yet we remain unpopular, no matter how hard we work
While the well-known artists sit idly by, ba