You Can Say That Again*Flash fiction Island styleYou Can Say That Again4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jesus saves! I cast you out in the name of Jesus! So screams the preacher man slamming his palm against foreheads to drive out demons. Not more than a few feet away from the pulpit, an eighteen year-old member of his congregation claps her hands and shouts hallelujah!
Jesus' name is again invoked a few days later as they lay sweating and groaning in the back seat of a rented car.
-See me and come live with me is two different ting
The girl is pretty in an unrefined way, brash and loud and totally unselfconscious.
Baby powder coats her neck, chest and back, visible in her low cut top.
Her rival, five years her senior, cuts her eye in contempt. 'Country booboo,' she thinks. 'She look like fish ready to fry. Plus she skin ashy and she look like she doan know how to use hot-comb.'
Despite her belief in her superiority, her man doesn't come back.
-Puss and dog no have d
The Victim.The scars on my best friends arm were visible for everybody to see.The Victim.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting in my History class, my teacher rambles on and on about Women's Rights in the years leading up to World War I, but I am not paying attention.
I could tell from just looking at Claire that she wasn't either. She sat with her head resting on her arm. A pensive look on her face as she stares out of the window into the dreary, grey, dull morning. I could only see the side of her little blonde head. She was in that secret place of hers again. The one that I was not permitted to enter.
I put my head down on the desk and close my eyes. Life wasn't good right now. Every now and again, Claire sniffed. This was the usual nowadays, I didn't bother to look up.
"Victoria! Please pay attention!" Mrs Findlay barked crisply above the babble of the class. "Settle down..." She ordered, and then went back to teaching.
I sat up straight and made myself look like I was interested, but of course, I wasn't.
I often got rows in class
Domestic AbuseDomestic Abuse.Domestic Abuse3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He's not able to control his temper.
A blank canvas is all he is able to remember.
Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter.
Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender.
She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December.
Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better.
She always forgives him.
Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen.
He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him.
She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him.
Even though she flinches whenever his fists begin clenching.
She is blindly caught up in a relentless and traumatic cyclic system.
How much more will she have to take?
How many more bones does she have to break?
How many times can she label his actions as a harmless mistake?
When will she realise that she does not have to be subjected to her mother's fate?
When will sh
Half an Hour ~ PhanTitle: Half an HourHalf an Hour ~ Phan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rating: I don't know tbh
Warnings: Mentions of suicide
Author's Notes: A wild one shot appeared
The stone he'd been kicking for the past half hour had had enough and bounced off the edge of the kerb, disappearing down a drain in the blink of an eye. Not that it mattered much; stones were everywhere. He could pick up a new one at some point on his journey home. He was late tonight, much later than usual. He'd left Chris and Peej's long after he should have, turning down the offer of staying with them. He liked to sleep in his own bed when possible; other people's houses made him feel uncomfortable. It was nothing against Chris and Peej. If anything, he was grateful for their offer of hospitality; but he couldn't accept it.
A young man with a fringe and skinny jeans walking home late at night was bound to attract some attention, he knew that, but never did he expect to
Until the lie becomes the truthI pretended not to care while my inside was just screaming.Until the lie becomes the truth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was easier then the truth.
All I wanted was somebody to see.
Is that honestly too much to ask? Somebody ask me "what's wrong?"
Me answering "nothing."
And that person saying "you're not fooling me." Such simple words.
Now, the lie has become the truth. If they can't care neither can I.
I lived, until the lie became the truth.
YoungFiction has been a little hard to come by the past week so I'm dipping my pen into nonfiction ink. This may be better suited to a journal entry, but it is meant to be as much personal as it is a conversation with you.Young3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I just got back from the funeral (technically the wake, but I tend to call the entire "event" the funeral) of a girl I went to high school with and worked with a few years ago. We weren't really friends or close or anything like that, but even so, there's that unspoken bond between coworkers that doesn't breach friendship necessarily but definitely moves beyond just a mere acquaintance. In reality, few people would have questioned it if I hadn't gone, but it felt wrong not to. She was 23. That was a lot of the reason why it felt wrong not to go. No one should die with so much life ahead of her. No one should have to bury a child. Grandparents don't bury grandchildren. It just doesn't w
Love IsLove is feeling.Love Is3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shared between anyone.
Love is pride.
Stand up for your orrientation.
Love is shared.
Everyone deserves to feel love.
Love is given.
Something taken with flushing cheeks.
Love is taken.
Accepted and sometimes stolen.
Love is lust.
A type of love used souly to gain pleasure.
Love is forgiveness.
Another chance to prove.
Love is acceptance.
Taken and respected for who you are.
Love is pure.
Pure and clean to be taken as such.
Love is unclean.
Confusion and uncertainty.
Love is unexplained.
Simply something we feel in our hearts.
Love is love.
In any way or any form.
Nothing more, nothing less.
So stop labeling it differently.
WantsI want to be the dark abyssWants3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Absorbing your chest cavity,
I want to be the one you miss
That holds you under gravity,
I want to be the deadly kiss
That settles your fatality
I want to be the broken veil
To sabotage the last good thing,
I want to be the things you fail
That finalize your will for trying
I want to be the hidden trail
That leads you to find everything
I want to be the last regret
That haunts you throughout every ring,
I want to be the dreary set
That gloomy sullenness would bring,
I want to be the thought of death
That savors all your suffering
I want to be the lies you tell
That lead you through your false deception,
I want to be the hopeless hell
That burns and distorts your perception,
I want to be the love you felt...
But that I am the one exception.
Society Is Ugly.Society is ugly.Society Is Ugly.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beauty is defined by
How you act.
Not by the number on the
Starving doesn't work.
Purging doesn't work.
Pills don't work.
The girl you see
In the mirror is
Just the way she is
Don't get upset because
You don't match up
To the media's
Cutting won't work.
Crying won't work.
Dying won't work.
Society is ugly.
Dark FeelingsI can’t stop myself from having themDark Feelings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even when I try to push them out of my mind
They creep into my heart
They corrupt it
I always think, it’s not right to feel this way
Sometimes when they’re strong
They leak out of my eyes
But they always come back
These dark feelings will never leave.
Short TalkI don't even know what I'm trying to find.Short Talk3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just trying to fill this emptiness inside.
Fleeting MomentA moment so fleetingFleeting Moment3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Be still my heart from beating.
A moment so charming
With eyes so disarming.
A moment so quiet
No one can deny it.
A moment so profound
With such a dulcet sound.
A moment so shy
You dare not say goodbye.
A moment so intense
Filled with such suspense.
A moment so fateful
Feeling ever so grateful.
This moment comes and goes
How long will it last?
How To Say I Love YouSaying I love youHow To Say I Love You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a difficult thing
In any language.
Ich liebe dich.
Ik hou van jou.
These three little words
Can cause either heartache
Aku cinta kamu.
I wish I could tell
But I cannot.
Mina rakastan sinua.
Anh yeu em.
Fortunately, there are
A million ways
And a million languages
I love you.
Good MorningGood Morning.Good Morning3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I have a distressing tendency of waking up too early.
The sun escaping from the blinds always begins to stir me.
Just as I begin to behave sullen and surly, her presence averts me.
I turn to my side to see the vein in her left arm pump overtly.
She's completely immersed by the covers.
I have to resist temptation not to hold and hug her.
Her body suddenly moves with a spontaneous shudder.
Her mouth moves but not a word or sound does she utter.
I stare at her intently and push her stray hairs behind her ear.
Realising that loosing this woman will be my most dreadful fear.
Her eyes momentarily open just to make sure that I am near.
I was born alone in this world but I live my life in a pair.
She has no idea that I watch her while she sleeps.
Or that I tingle when her newly painted toes brush against my feet.
I often think what my life would be like if me and her didn't meet.
Would she even look twice if we crossed paths in the street.
Her hands move against the pillow as if
Even vampires can change 24Even vampires can change 244 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even vampires can change 24
“You have to admit little brother, I’m still faster than you.”I told Stefan when we walked back from the woods to the mansion. “You always have been faster than me Damon.”Stefan pointed out. “That’s something that hasn’t changed from when we were human. You always outran me.”.
“And the ability of running fast has saved my life dozens of times when I was in the army.”I replied. “When?”Stefan asked. “When you ran away from the battlefield or after you told dad you left the army?”. I glared at him. “That was low, you know.”I told Stefan. “Learned from the best.”he pointed out.
At that moment we entered the mansion and I immediately froze in the doorway. Something was wrong. “Damon? Are you okay?”Stefan asked when he saw me freeze. “No.”I said. “Listen.”. “I hear nothing.”my brother re
Even vampires can change 25Even vampires can change 254 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even vampires can change 25
Suddenly Hope shot up from the bed, taking a deep breath in the progress. Stefan checked her vital functions and then looked at me. “She’s okay.”he told me.
I sighed relieved and took a seat at the opposite edge of the bed. Hope was looking down, her hands folded in her lap, concentrating on her breathing. I reached out and took her hands in mine what caused her to look up. It was then that I saw it in her eyes. Fear.
I gently pulled her towards me. She immediately followed my lead and a couple of seconds later I was holding her in my arms. “It’s okay.”I hushed her. “It’s okay.”. She shook her head. “No it’s not.”she whispered. “They told me it is coming.”. “Who told you? The ghosts?”I asked. She nodded.
“They told me it’s coming.”she repeated. “What’s coming?”Stefan asked. “Or who for that matter.”
BornIn the beginning,Born3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Where do we begin?
In our minds, we progress
In our bodes, we digress
In our heart, to learn
What is right, we discern.
But what of it, forewarned,
In its nascent form
The inability to infer
Just why it differs?
No one can comprehend
Or pay with amends;
The prize of destiny-
A life of bigotry
A hateful word to confess
And they couldn't care less
For the reason it was condemned
For there was no one to defend
That it was just created that way,
But that's not what they say
They knew when it was born,
And adorned it with scorn,
DeliriumSeria: D.Gray-ManDelirium6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
RIProductions [Redemption Is Perpetual] - Gaia & Erissan
Stopniały wosk powoli spłynął po dziurawym świeczniku, po czym skapnął na podłogę. Czarnowłosy egzorcysta nie zauważając tego, szedł niezadowolony po lochach kwatery, trzymając tackę z jedzeniem i postawioną na niej świeczką. Zirytowany wymijał coraz to kolejne cele, nie mogąc znaleźć tej jednej, której szukał. Co chwila rzucał pogardliwe spojrzenia śpiącym wewnątrz więźniom, rozpoznając jedynie paru z nich. O żadnym nie mówiono wiele, nikt nie kojarzył ani jak się nazywali, ani co tak naprawdę zrobili. Tylko jeden skazaniec znany był wszystkim egzorcystom, a jego sprawa głośna i dobrze rozpowszechniona. To właśnie do niego kierował się Yuu, zmuszony do dostarczenia ostatniego pos
Free WillFree Will.Free Will3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Is free will a devout gift or a curse?
Was it free will that granted a desperate man to steal an old lady's purse?
Was it free will that resulted in multiple bodies carried in a hearse?
Was it free will that justified a police officer to shoot the accused first?
Was it free will that allowed a family man's mentality to be so perverse?
Could this world of ours get any worse?
Free will gives us the chance for all of us to be distinctive.
But as a consequence people can act corruptive and vindictive.
But without this choice, our lives would be constrained and restrictive.
Undoubtedly these two differing perspectives are contrasting and conflictive.
Without free will our actions and thoughts would be controlled and predictive.
But with this gift our proceedings maybe considered as harmful and afflictive.
Of course free will does has have it's varied betterments.
This advantage allows us to direct and assert our developing intelligence.
Despite using this intelligence for morally
Yellow SpringYellow Spring3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It came in tasteful gestures on a shouldered backward breeze.
Ghosts of smiling children rocked the rusting set of swings.
Plucking yellow daisy tops, in streams the stones did sink.
While birds of cream and navy rode above a gust of pink.
The sun rays pressed their fingers through the isle of cobwebbed clouds.
Spitting shafts of sunlight lift the humming branches' sound.
The sipping of the soil weaned as dewdrops fell in threes.
In this brutte of cradled roots I lay beneath the trees.