For the Love of Death -0-He was running, running as fast as his feet would carry him. It was the only thing he could do, because there was no such thing as taxis out here in the countryside. No one to help him get the hell out of there. No one save those he'd left behind, and he was determined to get away from them as fast as possible. What they were doing... it was unnerving. Unnatural. Not right, somehow. He was hesitant to call it evil, but that was the only word that came to mind.For the Love of Death -0-2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Evil... or completely and utterly mad.
All he knew was that it made him uneasy. Why the hell had he even been drawn to it in the first place?
Mason glanced at his cell once again, reaffirming the directions. Yeah - he was definitely at the right spot. And that just so happened to be an abandoned, derelict church in the middle of nowhere. He didn't like it. One couldn't get much creepier, and something about using the place seemed wrong.
"Sweetie, what's wrong? You've got that look on your face." He felt Angela wrap
The Pursuit of CandyThe pursuit of candy is no trivial thing.The Pursuit of Candy6 years ago in Humor More Like This
The persistent idea that it was such, commonly spread by adults who are clearly suffering from a serious sugar deficit, is a symptom of the unfortunate tendency of the boring and dull to claim that the traits of their cardboard-flavored lives were, in fact, the trappings of 'adulthood,' and anything that tastes good, is fun, interesting, explosive, shiny or cool is the exclusive property of children, and not worth diverting one's attention from the financial pages to notice or pursue. Such people usually spend a lot of time planning to become wealthy by careful investment in oatmeal stocks and unsweetened tea futures. They also tend to wear beige cardigans, frown a lot and attempt to chase small children from their property for serious infractions such as playing games involving balls, running and laughing.
Cuppedia Silverstar, teenage witch, known to most as Cuppie, liked to dress in royal purple, deep leaf green and su
Untitled 1I am an amalgamation of characterUntitled 19 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The walking, kissing, swinging and shifting vision of script
My fortes extend
I am a vampire slayer
The hunky newcomer wooing audiences
Baiting infamous guests with cleavage
And wide smiles
I am a reflection of pixels
A fortress of one-liners
Asleep for 23 hours and always awake
Enormous and transparent
I am integral and vice
A textbook of hypnotism
The vibrant immortal of fact and fiction
I will make you lie
I will make you negligence
I am not imitation
A True Poem: UnfinishedEvery time I close my eyes,A True Poem: Unfinished9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkness I see you.
Strong. Beautiful. True.
With a sweetness through and through,
And eyes of blue that makes me rue,
The days I never noticed you.
With open eyes you're miles and miles,
Far away; to my decitful wiles,
I cannot say I tried to cheat
Your awesome beauty had them beat!
Your insightful love, though far apart,
Made me rip my monstrous heart.
Inside of me there had to be,
The man you wanted to set free:
The Prince of Swords, his heart exposed,
Afraid of course, but then he chose
To love you back, never willing
To take it back, always giving.
His love to you and only you
Upon reflection it must be true
How can you love, how can you love,
One just above your average thug?
Not swift of mind, nor good at art;
In the negro croud can you set apart?
I'd bear all darts, I'll take the pain
For a koala's love, I'll say it again:
I'd bear all darts, I'll take the pain
For a koala's love...
A Poetic AlphabetArmageddon is cruel, but onlyA Poetic Alphabet10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For those who fear a
Lack of gravity.
Bananas have forgotten
How to make love, along with the
Rest of us.
Criticism is like dead fingernails
If the critic is committed to
Discouragement proves a little hollow
When its source, the plain, the simple,
Education is pointless if attained
By repeatedly abandoning
Forgiveness is unforgiving if
people use it, and
Think it cheap.
Gyration is a tragic figure,
A word forever lost to the mind of
Heaven and Hell contrast only
In that their demons grow
Introspection is more effective for most
When viewing their arms
Rather than their heart.
Jeering is a profit loss where capital
Dries up easily, and annual reviews show that
God isn't laughing.
Knowledge is a necessary cliché,
One I still refuse to touch with a pole
Of ten feet.
Living is Dying's twin,
Only the latter never
Monsters lurk in your closet,
But only if you offend them by
Invisible TearsMy attempts at trying to convince myselfInvisible Tears10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm wanted and loved have all failed,
the dark lines of hope
have now become compleetly pale.
I cry out in torment
as my old memories begin to play,
I lay in darkness
as my body slowly and painfully decays.
The end of all this pain
may never draw near,
while all other emotions
are hidden behind invisible tears.
NordicXReader: My Knights in Shining Armor Pt 1NordicXReader:NordicXReader: My Knights in Shining Armor Pt 15 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My Knights in Shining Armor
Warning: Slight language and scenes that include nudity (Not really but just in case)
“Hey are you okay?” you can barely make out. ‘Where am I?’ you ask yourself ‘Why can’t I open my eyes? Is that voice calling for me?’ You begin to open your eyes and find yourself in a bed surrounded by five guys.
“Ahh!” you quickly yell and jump up from surprise. The quick jump had caused your back to crack rather loudly.
“Hey it’s too early for you to move,” says the younger looking boy “You are hurt pretty bad.”
“Hey Emil,” starts an older one with light blonde hair with a curled hair standing on the side “Will she be alright?”
“Yeah but, it may take a few weeks for her to move on her own.”
As they continue the conversation, all you can think about is how you got here and wonder who these rather handsome looki
lockdown prologueProloguelockdown prologue6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
America pressed himself harder to the wall, shaking in fear, and slowly started to look up at the sight before him. The monster roared and bared his blood crusted teeth. He slowly went to all fours and, with his eyes glowing, started to stalk forward. A small tear ran down America’s face. “I’m sorry Canada. I couldn’t save you, France, or Britain. I tried. I’m so sorry.” He closed his eyes waiting for the monster to make the killing blow, but it never came. A loud roar filled the room, rattling America’s ears. Then a loud thud shook the floor and walls worse than an earthquake. All that was heard throughout the building was an eerie silence that was only cut by the heavy breathing of a nation named Canada…
Endless Dream - poem for KanonI am in an endless dreamEndless Dream - poem for Kanon5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dream that never
Seems to end
But like all dreams
I know that one day
They must end
Whether they are happy or sad
Frightening or peaceful
So why do I continue to dream?
On crimson snow I lay
As soft golden light
Filters through the branches
Of the old oak tree
The sky is adorned
With the gentle colours of sunset
And beside me is a boy
I can't see his face
But I can hear his voice
As he calls out my name
As I lay there
I feel hot tears
As they fall upon my cheeks
I want to lift my hand
To take a hold of his
To comfort him
I want to tell him
That everything will be okay
But my body wont move
And then my dream
Begins to fade away
Giving way to a dream
Of endless white
When will I awake
From this endless dream
And will I ever get to meet
That boy again
Will he be the one
To wake me from
This endless dream
Ed Edd n Eddy Zombies 10Chapter 10: Carnival of the DeadEd Edd n Eddy Zombies 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Monday October 13th 2010
The group are now traveling through the swamp using the shortcut that Eddy's Brother used to get to the factory.
"This place is giving me the creeps." Sarah said, the sound of the crickets and frogs are sending a chill down her spine.
"We better be careful here." Eddy's Brother said. "I get the feeling that the swamp is not safe."
Nazz feels something is lurking in the water, so she go to the side of the boat investigate it. A zombie covered in sludge pops out of the water and attempt to drag her off the boat. Nazz quickly takes out a combat knife and use it to decapitate the zombie, the headless corpse fall back into the water.
"Everybody! Be careful!" Nazz warns the other. "This swamp is crawling with zombies!"
"Alright. You guys better cover me." Eddy's Brother said. "I can't drive and shoot at the same time."
"We'll cover you, bro." Eddy said while grabbing his shotgun.
The kids start defending the boat fro
Gift for CozmictwinkieKeep those butts that great,Gift for Cozmictwinkie6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Enjoy new styles as you can,
But don't lose hapiness.
LingeringYou wake up every morning and think she's still there, dialing your number shortly after dawn to annoy you about your next visit or college tuition fees. Your hand lingers faintly over the receiver, and you are prepared to entertain her with habitual, faked attention. The phone calls are usually short, but just enough to keep that awkward sense of separation from settling in, where you would keep each other as distant errands, slipping behind and easily forgotten.Lingering8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You had sat on the edge of the hospital bed and tried to match your breathing to hers, as if you could share organs and make the ventilator disintegrate, as if you could return the color of her blackened, oxygen-starved skin to the vibrant shade of whatever it was before. But she slips away and steals that notion of immortality you never thought you believed in, saying No son, I wasn't infallible, I wasn't some kind of miniature god, I was going to die some day.
The thing in front of you wasn'
The Book Of KaneThe Book Of Kane9 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Holy Book Of Kane
© Copyright S Kane 2003 Version 1.0 All rights reserved
FOREWORD BY HIGH GULL POMTHNOS
And lo, spake the Great Lord Kane, words as sweet and fluid as maple syrup on the pancakes of the World's breakfast, wisdom of the kind only uttered by babes and gods, I once was blind but now can see, my life is filled by the music of the sweet banjo, and it doth make my spirit soar on wings as true as the hallowed bird, and Kane is good, the fruits of his faith as succulent as that flesh of the sacred kumquat. All lo all ye who read these teachings, and take them truly to heart, know ye that Kane is for life and not just for Christmas.
High Gull Pomthnos
THE HEXAGON OF VIRTUE
TENET ONE – THE TENET OF FAITH
Serve no one but Kane. Fear Him and make others fear Him more than you do. Preach the might of Kane and warn others of the forces He commands. To worship Kane is to know wealth. Fire a
NihilismClarity has fledNihilism9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As children to darkness and
Scraped knees of blood,
To the dust of photo albums
Our skin betrays us
A fortress of semantics
Protecting nothing we
Wish we had hidden
There is no ease in us
But memories of pain
For its existence implies disease
But our problem is inherent
The vanity of self-deprecation
For an ideological canvas
Of Life As a Portrait of False Suicide
And when the sarcasm of our organs
Pours from us, this deconstruction,
There will be nothing
Save water and concrete
Jazzy JonezAy girlfriend,Jazzy Jonez10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
May we converse?
I sit back and observe
Let my eyes adopt you
Without your consent
Or your awareness,
Emotionally jocking your presence
Captivated by your essence
Can I introduce you into my world?
Just look at 'cha girl!
I know they must call you
Daughter of the elements
Fire, Earth, Wind, and Water
Queen of the far,
Yet ever-rising star
Empress of ten-thousand hearts.....
Aw hell naw,
It's got to be the bearer of all darts.
HowlI saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by sadness, rage, stress, overwhelming raw anguish,Howl7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who had no fix for the problems of their life, just to push through, until the end or they couldn't hold on any longer,
who had no control over their own bodies or minds and hurt themselves and others for unknown reasons, only that they couldn't control it,
who took a blade to their skin to ease the stress because they couldn't handle it alone and nobody cared enough to help,
who burnt themselves with fire and water to erase the pain from the minds, if only for a moment because it was swallowing them whole,
who wept openly because they couldn't think like the other children, because they weren't the same in school or in sports,
who knew they were different but tried to fit in for fear of being laughed at, mocked, harassed, tortured, tormented, left as an outcast,
who dumbed themselves down, took their beautiful minds and trapped them in a cage, to fit in to a place where they did
A very short verse3 years ago, A girl found a song she didn't understand.A very short verse4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But she tried so hard.
Why do you even read theseThis is just shitWhy do you even read these1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
Random part of another storyRain poured down from the sky as a young woman, barely twenty one, tried to find a place to be. She stumbled on the uneven sidewalk, tears streaming down from her cheeks. Anywhere, anywhere but home. As she ran down the sidewalk of her town, she spotted a store, warm light glowing from within. She hastily entered the shop, hoping her tears would be excused as water from the rain. She leaned against the wall next to the door, burying her face in her hands.Random part of another story2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Can I help you, miss?"
A concerned voice from behind the counter startled her out of her thoughts. She hadn't even seen anyone over there a minute ago. Then again, she was a mess. She looked at the man who had spoken. He was young as well, probably just a bit older. His brown hair was short and a bit messy. He gestured her over, reaching behind the counter and handing her a piece of candy almost soaked in honey. She ate it slowly, savoring the sweetness that was almost too much. She asked if she could have another, quietly, and he ga
You'll Never Have WingsI used to think the way your hazel eyesYou'll Never Have Wings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fluttered with tears each time you blinked
was a sign of how much you loved me.
But no- you blamed everything except your own ocean for the emptiness in your pupils.
Then there was that fire under your tightrope.
[Each stunning sway left me amazed.]
The bones in your mouth stuttered- though your circus act had just begun.
Like darkness being the absence of light- your love was like feelings with no heart attached.
You don't know this, but my heart was once shaped between the pads of her fingers and the stones of her glares.
Wasn't like my emotions were hard to mend- the throbbing red organs were simply as detachable as a doll's head and expandable as gum.
Pinocchio's BloodScars on her porcelain skin deepened, and every breath she took reminded her of what could have been.Pinocchio's Blood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'My puppet,' he would whisper, 'My puppet.'
He pulled the strings ingrained into her wrists, and like a mechanical antique she danced.
But not to her own emotions.
true conversationsi need not any inspiration.true conversations3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all my truth is deep inside the trees, wallowed up in spring massacre tied to a lampost in dimlight.
for 7 years she died, reborn, lived to be the beaten source of irrelivance and yet same and unsaved for decades to come and lightyears away.
'look at me,' she begged
'tell me what you see.'
tapping away, sitting on a robin's nest holding an acorn kettle, i nodded and swished my smile back and forth. 'i see a person. i see you, wanting me to look for something unseeable. what's the unseeable?'
'exactly. you tell me.'
significantAs she held me, tears filled her eyes. "I know all too well what you're feeling," she whispered. I knew exactly why she bothered to cry, too.significant3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This