The Lonely PeopleEleanor sat silently in the worn pew. Her aged, tender eyes moved slowly behind her cracked glasses. The eyes reluctantly read the words of the hymn, floating in and out of focus. Eleanor's cracked, lipstick covered lips soundlessly mouthed the words, not having the energy to sing today. Or any other day. Her hands shook with a case of Parkinson's disease that was unknown to her. It didn't matter that she wasn't singing; her voice would easily be drowned out by the organ. And, she was the only one in the crooked little church's audience.The Lonely People3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Amen." The father finished. A small chorus of mumbled "amens" followed in her mind.
"Amen " She whispered, her voice fractured and dead. She felt for the rice that littered her pocket, and thought of her late husband Peter.
In her elderly, frail mind, Pete was still alive. Waiting for her to get back home. Deep down, she knew this wasn't true.
Eleanor looked up at the young priest on his pulpit. The father was no older than 24; he was the only re
The Cat"Katniss! Katniss!" Prim beckons for me as she makes a mad dash through the door. I turn my head around to see if it's an emergency or urgency. For Prim, an emergency is when we run out of something, she gets hurt, or she has a problem she needs to vent out. If it's an urgency, she usually has something to show me that she thinks is 'interesting'. Right now, it's urgent, or so she thinks it is. "What is it?" I look up from the boring book about coal we're supposed to read for homework. "Look!" Prim has a smile on her face, lifting something in between her hands. I look unsurely at the thing clasped between her hands.The Cat3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Remember when you said, you know, you didn't want another mouth to feed?" Prim says with a hint of hope in her voice, and I can tell that she wants something. The mewing little monster between Prim's hands is crawling with flees, and I think it has worms in its belly. I'm not sure. It has a muddy yellow coat and has a big, smashed nose. It sniffles and sneezes, spreading
Say My Name**Say My Name3 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Say my name and every color illuminates. We are shining and we will never be afraid again.' - Spectrum by Florence + The Machine
"Hermione, are you crazy?" Ron asked, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"No, Ronald, I am not!" she said, pulling away from him. "You believe me, right, Ginny?" Hermione asked, turning to the younger girl.
Ginny looked from Hermione to Ron and back to Hermione. "Uhmm I suppose we will just have to find out," Ginny answered, shrugging.
Ron groaned and threw his hands in the air. "But, Hermione, its Malfoy!"
"I know. I've been dating him for six months now! Can't you just get over it?"
"She has a point, mate," Harry said, joining the conversation. "The rest of us have. I think it's time you do too."
Ron huffed. "What's so special about him, Hermione?"
"Well," she started, "He's funny, sweet, caring"
"Not to mention gorgeous!" Ginny added.
"Well yeah, that too. He makes me feel special, Ron. He loves all my quirks and everything about me. I
ROTG: The Origin of the Headless HorsemanROTG: The Origin of the Headless Horseman2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Headless Horseman The Spirit of Halloween
Death Date: October 25th Germany 1124 (Middle Ages)
Ansejiso was a typical farmhand who dreamed of becoming a knight, part of the army, anything to escape the boring, day-to-day life. He was raised by a very grumpy uncle. He was excellent at creating things out of straw, and often was in charge of making their yearly scarecrow and keeping watch over the crops. He always wore a signature pointed hat, and dreamed of being able to wear more spectacular clothing. He was very polite but did tend to shy away from others. He often dreamed of dancing with a princess or a girl of royal hand, keeping himself occupied with his own personal fairy tales. He trained his skills with a lance when his aging uncle was not watching him, often against his own scarecrows. During his rebellious teen years he managed to escape with his white mare Eclipse and hid away inside the forests.
However the woods were filled with danger, includi
Voice of PowerYou may never request anything, or tell anyone what to do. You must be subservient to your betters, especially your father. He knows what’s best.Voice of Power9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a curious world that lay ahead. Strange houses she’d never been in; smells, sounds and sights reserved for others. Just one step and it would be like walking through a magic portal. Kiyomi liked magic, even though her father disapproved. She kept it a secret from him, the books she found at the library. Magic and fairy tales made her happy. Adventures made her curious – the things she could learn just from reading a book!
Father didn’t want her reading those books. She felt like a rebel whenever she held one in her hands. As if wars would break out over something so simple. Kiyomi read them anyway.
Some fairy tales were boring – useless princesses who could only cry out for help, if they did even that. Others were funny, involving animals that did all sorts of strange things. She liked the clever fo
Now What?My eyes dulled back to their normal intensity. I stood in awe as I watched the flames consume him, barreling at me and sweeping me away as well. Somewhere in the back of my mind fear stung at me. Yes, even I am capable of feeling fear when my--life--is in danger. But it was more than fear. It was also shock. I do not think either of us had seen this coming.Now What?7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The world seemed to swirl by in slow motion, and as I was thrown I suddenly found myself thinking of odd moments during my existence. It was... strange that I would even think of some of these events even in idle passing. Perhaps the intense heat had been causing my processor to malfunction? Regardless, soon I found myself slamming hard into the ground as the explosion continued to tear at my back, jarring me into stasis.
The inferno faded away, and after a few moments my eyes lit back up as my systems reloaded. I was laying face down against the ground, and quickly I ran a diagnostic scan. Aside from a singed paint job and a few de