Draw with me - JohnLockEmptyness, as always...Draw with me - JohnLock1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A wall of glass parts his world.
No end. Never ending.
He touches it. It was cold as ice.
A person on the other side, not far away.
They see each other, but
Glass divided them.
Sherlock walks to him,
Can you hear me?
- He canīt.
Sherlock remembers the carbon pencils,
They were useless before
But have a good purpose now.
He writes on the cold, cold glass
Can you write?
Throwing one over to the person,
He takes the pencil and
The person answered,
Of course duh
His heart, a hummingbird, now encouraged, asking
How about drawing?
Both sat down silently and
Both were drawing silently.
For not being lonely anymore
Their souls became one
Their hearts were hummingbirds,
Small. Strong. Beautiful. Enduring.
Filled with warmth. Trust. Friendship.
But the glass, the cold glass, still splitting them.
Keeping both of them lonely.
Together, but not.
Sherlock placed his hand on
The glass, and John did so on his side
Draw with me 2 - JohnLockThe feeling of silence.Draw with me 2 - JohnLock1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are with me
Sherlock knew that.
But still it´s not enough.
Something is missing.
Only there´s a glass
The urge to break it.
The need to break it.
Destroy it with his own hands,
To be with him.
Sherlock hits the glass,
Repeats the action
But John wants him to stop
Sherlock can´t hear.
Break the glass
Break the glass...!
Break through it!
John steps aside
Sherlock breaks the glass, his hand reaching for
The beloved person
But the broken glass goes back to where it belongs
Cutting his arm and
Piercing through his heart, leaving an empty black hole
The wall still parts the two
Days passed. Nights passed.
Both sit in front of the wall.
Are you okay?
John was worried.
But Sherlock nods.
Sherlock writes with empty eyes
I can´t anymore.
He has lost his heart, where his soul lived.
Days passed. Nights passed.
Essence of FirefliesDo dreamEssence of Fireflies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the essence of fireflies
that dance and prance
the night away
basking in the beauty
of the living
- breathing -
Marble Hornets- The OperatorA circle with an X through it.Marble Hornets- The Operator4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A circle with an X through it.
Did somebody dial the Operator?
*epic guitar solo*
It started out innocent enough.
A film about a man coming back to his hometown.
But when they realized
Something else was in there,
That's when the mindscrew started!
Alex went missing.
Jay took it upon himself to solve the case,
but he didn't realize
His fate right then and there was sealed
To the ark.
Take me to the ark.
Take me to the ark!
As I run away!
Guess who's back?
Jay, you will take me to the ark!
A circle with an X through it.
A circle with an X through it.
Did somebody dial the Operator?
To the red tower
For we must climb!
Don't go off into the woods
Because we've already dialed the Operator!
7 months later,
The mindscrew starts up once again!
You can run,
But you can't hide.
Once he finds you,
The hunt officialy begins.
Either you must perform suicide or win.
And he never loses!
One day, eve
Hoodie x Masky⊗Hoodie x Masky2 years ago in Horror More Like This
“Masky, wait up!” the boy in the champagne sweatshirt yelled as he ran along the moonlit path. His onyx boots pounded against the caliginous ground beneath him, trying to catch up to his quick partner. Hoodie’s eyes darted around, seeing only the emptiness of the forest surrounding them. He pushed faster, soon reaching his partner in crime. He stopped beside him, huffing and puffing until he caught his breath again.
“I. Can’t. Run this fast!” Hoodie exclaims boldly and rests himself against a tree next to an old house. It seemed to be abandoned, the roof shingles falling apart, aged walls cracking, and shattered windows gave it the appearance. The other boy turns around to see him standing there. “Shhh…” Masky muttered under his breathe and peeks out from behind a large, feeble tree. “Let’s check this place out..” Masky replies in a whisper and saunters into the broken down cabin. Masky inspects
Eyeless Clockstick the tockEyeless Clocks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of eyeless clocks
sound the dreams
that time holds dear
gaze slows time
so very clear
So Hard to TellsummerSo Hard to Tell1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the windowsills
of lonely people
who have words
that make secrets
so hard to tell
Wake Up- Hoodie Ending“Hm?” you yawned lightly and tried to stretch your arms but to no avail as they hung almost limply at your sides, “Hoodie... I need help here...”Wake Up- Hoodie Ending5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were sure that is you could see his eyes right now, he’d be rolling them as he walked over to you slowly, “You’re awake.... This is.... incredible (Name).”
“How is it incredible?” you tilted your head innocently even though you were anything but, “I was only asleep...”
“For three months. You worried all of us with the coma state you were in. We’ve kept constant watch on you since you were burned.”
“Burned by the sun, I suppose...” you looked up at him curiously, “Right?”
He nodded and sighed before standing and leaving the room. You sat for a minute, confused at his abrupt departure until BEN sprinted into your room and hugged you tightly.
“(NAME)!” he nuzzled his head against you, “I can’t believe it!
My Dear Sons and DaughtersFall in love with everythingMy Dear Sons and Daughters1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fall in love with ideas: anarchy
and LaVeyan Satanism.
Fall in love with solitary back-packing
through Israel or Mexico.
Fall in love with gamma radiation
or tiger-taming, MMA cage fighting
or free-climbing the Rocky Mountains,
but do not fall in love
People will want you
for your similarities to one
or more of their parents;
they will want you
for the outline, the concept of you;
they will want you
because you want them –
they will not know
what they want.
People will take the bed you shared
and fuck other people
in the barely cooled indent
of your absent body
(they will also take your cat,
leaving you with scarred hands
and nothing for them to stroke).
They will promise to never leave you
and maybe they won’t,
but they will buckle you in with them
on the bipolar-coaster,
left flying off unfinished tracks,
and you will have to jump,
They will be perfect
except for little things –
answering their pho
orange juiceand i don't think you ever understood, that you ever could, that at the last beat of your heart, mine quivered.orange juice2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
because we were the porcelain girls, sliver-lipped like moonlight and not breathing a word.
we sold our souls for solace but lost our flesh along the way, skeletons slipping free from skin and bending at the break. we were idols -cellophane skin and ossified bodies trapped betwixt five-thousand character limits and image size constraints, binding our bodies by the same. we were lost to decimals and the space between our thighs, tea and tablespoons, calculations and heartbeats.
you found me in pieces, numbers, blurry webcam photos.
you told me:
babe, you're sick. real sick. scary sick.
we can do this, together. i'll help you. just, drink some oj, okay? your heart is weak.
you need to go, now. get out before its too late.
i left, but you were the one to never come back.
a year later, i found you at nine.
the figmented number, single digits glory, the point
Marble Hornets Werewolf fanfic Chapter 1Tim woke up to the sound of leaves rustling in a bright sunny morning with sunrays beaming in his face, opening his eyes he saw that he was not in his bed but somewhere outside.Marble Hornets Werewolf fanfic Chapter 11 year ago in Horror More Like This
Tim was in a way was use to it but not, He got up to see he was in a forest. "Not again" Tim sighed, He started to walk through the forest checking around him, nothing but tree trunks standing high and foliage on the ground.
Finally seeing an exit he runs to it seeing a carpark, his car and a sign saying "Rosswood park".
After returning to his house Tim sits down to watch some TV, after a few minutes he hears his phone ring. "Hello?" Tim asks, no answer "Hello?" Tim asks again little agitated, all that is heard on the other end is breathing. this goes on for a few minutes, "ANSWER ME!" Tim yells. Then the phone goes dead, He slams it down on the charger angerly. His phone rings again, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Tim yells "Woah Tim are you ok? Maybe I should call you later..." a familiar voice says "Jay? Oh i'm sorry,
Sounds from Far Awayit'sSounds from Far Away1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
tinkling of glass
of rolled up
from another world
I lay on
of emerald plants
kind of smell
permeates my nostrils
the tiredness of eyes
lids slide closed
Bottled ShipsI’ve sailedBottled Ships6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into your lips,
And have thus,
Been able to explore
Would never have found.
I am not your savior.
I never fended off your demons,
I befriended them.
They’ve become my messengers,
And have put up your
White flag for you.
Usually, this would be my chance
To explore new territory.
I’m feeling sea sick.
The Eye Mask - A Retelling (Future!RWBY AU)For all hardcore White Rose/Red Snowflake/Pink (or whatever you wanna call this shipping) aficionados, y'all are going to love this.The Eye Mask - A Retelling (Future!RWBY AU)10 months ago in Romance More Like This
Before anything else:
DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN RWBY. CREDIT GOES TO (RWBYGOD) MONTY OUM AND ROOSTERTEETH.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER : THIS PIECE IS *NOT* MY ORIGINAL. THIS IS ORIGINALLY BY XENON54165 FROM DEVIANTART.
I SIMPLY GOT HER PERMISSION TO DO A RETELLING.
I'm also going to reference the same images she did. You'll come across sections with something like this:
Random meaningless sentence placed by author as an example, and ending with something like this. (F0)
That means there's an image related to that scene, identified by the letter F and a corresponding number. Links to the images themselves will be provided at the bottom.
I mean, I'm just retelling the same story. Kinda like the bards of olden times: they would trade songs and stories, and some bards would slightly alter the timing or wording of their songs so that their audience will b
we all fall downI.we all fall down1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my throat did taste
in my eyes
(if only I'd some kerosene
to set these lies afire)
they desired me
my crows to hide...
but they made night
and night did make
a critical November;
radiation killing cancer
a stem for you,
a thorn for me;
a briar mind
to hide unseen
and two cents guessing
UnsaidI can sayUnsaid1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the things
need to hear
to see the things
you want to see
the words to arrive
within my mind
of things that
FeelfeelFeel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
which wants to
when all else
close those pretty
of the overwhelming
that you owe
and everyone else
and just be
Worlds from WordsmotivateWorlds from Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
oh! take my hand
and guide me
to the special places
that you see
to have the ability
that create worlds
what is it
dream the things
make me feel
will you share
dreams with me?
Character Analysis QuestionsThis is to help you develop your original characters, learn more about them, and and make them into more believable characters. Answer the questions as your CHARACTER would.Character Analysis Questions5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. What is your full name?
3. Hair/Eye Color?
4. Describe your looks. Any interesting things/defects/etc?
5. What were/are your parents like?
6. Do you have any brothers or sisters? How many? Older or younger?
7. What were/are some of the special occasions in your family? (holidays, reunions, picnics, vacations)
8. What is your favorite childhood memory?
9. What is your worst childhood memory?
10. What is/was your relationship with your family like?
11. What schools did you go to?
12. Are you now a member of any clubs, organizations, or religious congregations?
13. What sections of the newspaper do you read? Any magazines?
14. What do you enjoy doing most in your free time?
15. What kind of music do you enjoy listening to?
16. What have you read lately?
17. How old are you? How do you feel about
PassedIn spite of things that may have sunkPassed1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your spirit and your faith
You have to fight that awful funk
To make it through the day
The past has passed and we begin
Renewed of all our goals
We take the twists, the turns and spins
While still remaining whole
Its only with the courage saved
That we can face the dawn
Its been a year, of hail and rain
Yet still we floated on
You wake again, a year has gone
The change is hard to miss
Because your hope is full and strong
That you can get your wish
We always grin when we exclaim
We´ll make a better year
If we believe it just the same
No failure should we fear
I know it and I'll show it too
This time we have is short
Just once I have to make it through
And meet my yearly chore
© Jarrett Douglass Delude
Queen RegnantAs you embroidered autumnQueen Regnant3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into my bones, I heard the
trees giggle to themselves:
"We're going to make all
the leaves change color,
pin them along the sidewalk
for you to follow and we'll
wreathe them in your hair.
You will be our daughter."
You folded apples into my smile,
making it crisp, but sweet. I
took the time to thank you by
shrugging off my sweater and
giving it to you. A daughter
of the trees, braided with their
leaves, needs no protection
from the elements that embrace her.
"Your leaf diadem suits you,
daughter," they say as
their branches weave between
gusts of wind. For once,
I believe them.
Grave Robber's DowagerThe people of this town were just waiting to die. That was Maggie’s favourite thing about it, there was always business. Her husband used to go out at night and dig up someone who wouldn’t be missed. He’d have the body on the table in the basement before midnight. Maggie would strip the corpse of its clothing and its valuables. The clothes would be washed and resold, the valuables pawned off or kept depending on her mood.Grave Robber's Dowager7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her husband would clean the body up and just as the very first rays of light were creeping over the horizon, a man with a cart would come by and take them away. It was a good living. Maggie and her husband were comfortable and proud of having such an efficient business.
Normally, the work never got to Maggie, but every so often she would buy a candle or a leather purse and wonder if it was someone she knew. That was silly of course, but every time it happened she couldn’t shake the feeling of ghosts hanging around her for days. Her husband unde
operator, operatoroperator, operator4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can you hear me?
can you see me?
can you feel me?
no one loves me,
please come find me
will you take me?
will you eat me?
will you slay me?
will you hurt me?
can you hear me crying?
Can you see me cutting?
Can you feel my pain?
please, just kill me
he's found me.