After the Clue Hunt Part 1Amy Cahill faced the cealing with her eyes closed.She was remembering herself smashing the prize of the thirty nine clues on Isabel Kabra.A smile grew on her face 'Shes in jail now...'After the Clue Hunt Part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"AMY!!!" Nellie yelled in the living room of the apartment.
"AMY!!!" Dan yelled, at the door of Amy's room.
Amy sat up and opened the door for Dan.
"What do you want?" Amy asked her hands on her hips.
"Lunch time, Uncle Fiske says no lunch until everyone is at the table..He obviously wants me to suffer...SO HURRY UP!!!" Dan replied.
'At least Dan's back to normal..I remember...He wasn't himself...' Amy thought to herself.Amy realized that she hadn't responded yet, and just followed Dan to the kitchen table.Dan didn't wait one second, as soon as he sat down he ate.
Amy admired the plate.Corn, Carrots, and Ham.Something usaul, rather than different kinds of food from different places.She grabbed her fork and picked at the ham.She looked up, seeing Nellie, in her crazy black-blonde hair, digging in on her f
letter to a suit of armourWe have both been here before,letter to a suit of armour3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paused, stood, and stared before. And
I have to ask- Is it
the light that keeps you so still?
I've watched it pleading,
its yellow yolk weeping
on the shoulders of
impassive you. It finds no features to cling to.
You look seamless. So tell me,
how did you empty? Was
your person plucked away by a sharp beak? Or did
they wither and decay? Are your bones still
inside? Did you creak
shut like an oyster?
What I mean to ask is
where did your details go? Did you trade
them for a legend, quid pro quo?
And last of all, would you
describe yourself as an elephant skulled accident or
something a little more Faustian?
You're a success, that's for sure:
there's a real crowd here to recieve
your address. You know
what they're looking for:
a scattered palm of bones,
a battle scar,
a nameless quiet they can't remember,
a balmy unknown.
They all look for it. They'll
always look for it. They're in your thrall.
But they'll never find that
sense of an ending. No. Not here.
RussiaxOC- A Little Sunshine- RequestRussiaxOC- A Little Sunshine- Request3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
RussiaxOC- A Little Sunshine- Request
Hitara sighed. Her brother Alfred was asking her to join him in a world meeting.
A world meeting where she barely ever gets noticed.
The same meeting every single time where nothing happens.
"Come on little sis! It'll be fun!" America pleaded.
And because she loved her brother so much, she decided to go, just this once.
Nothing could be heard in that crowded room.
America was loudly explaining how heroes were important, England and France were trying to strangle each other, Italy was waving and yelling "PAASTAA~!", Germany was trying to get everyone's attention, Greece was lying on the table trying to sleep, Romano was swearing at Spain, who was poking him, Austria was showing his frustrated emotions by playing the piano in the corner of the room, China was making a China Town in the meeting room, Japan was taking pi
Across the Sea and Around the KotatsuSpringAcross the Sea and Around the Kotatsu3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mom starts with rice. Japanese rice, one, two, three Japanese cup-fulls of rice grains into the cooker, because Sis eats a lot of this stuff. It's one of her favorite dishes, taco rice, and Mom's always happy to make it for her because it's the only way Sis will eat her tomatoes. But back to the rice. "You want to rinse at least three or four times, until the water's kind of clear," Mom says as she cups her hand under the cooker pot, letting the cloudy water wash over her hand.
Rice cooking's easy though – just fill enough water to the point the rice's covered, punch in a time (or set it to "Quick Cook," which with our creaking rice cooker still takes about an hour) and let the cooker do its thing.
Ground meat goes into a well-greased and heated frying pan. Break up the block so that it crumbles into fine little pieces, and do this with wild abandon, because this is taco meat. Mom uses any taco seasoning that happens to be cheap; most seasonings rack up t
PathogenI'm not contageous.Pathogen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So stop acting like I am.
You can touch me,
It's not a virus.
I'm sick in the head,
not the veins,
you can't catch depression.
I hate it when you stare.
What do you expect?
A fucking massacre?
Stop looking at me like that.
You're not concerned,
I might as well hike up my sleeves
and show you what you want to see.
Don't act upset,
I know you're not.
Don't tell me you should've known,
Don't tell me you're sorry,
don't lie to me.
I'm sick of these sad-eyed smiles,
stop staring at me.
Yes, I'm broken,
I don't need you to make a fuckin PSA about it.
Quit your whining,
you don't know what pain is.
Quit your bitching,
do you realize the destruction you're causing?
My hands are shaking,
my chest is pounding,
my head is reeling.
perfect little freaksFreak they say.perfect little freaks4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But what makes a freak.
They say it is their music.
They say it is their clothes.
But really what is a freak?
Is the freak the kid who sits in the back of class listening to scream?
Maybe it's the shy book worm no one talks to.
Hell I think we are all the freaks!
What was that? You say you're normal?
Do tell what is normal.
You say it is people who listen to normal music.
The ones who are so worried about fitting in.
Listen up "Normal kid"
They are freaks to.
Each day they fear of being misplaced.
Abandoned by their so called "friends."
Life is short,
Us freaks will live are life happy for being us.
We will one day laugh at you as you struggle.
Now then this freak says Peace!
(Be the freak you are its ok to be different!)
Short Slendy Stories: Little SamanthaStop.Short Slendy Stories: Little Samantha3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't breathe, he can hear you.
Don't hide, he'll find you.
The little girl couldn't help herself. She ran as fast as she could down the pavement, her shoes slamming against the cool concrete side walk.
Almost there, she thought. Her lungs about to burst from the screams that escaped her lips in the forest. Memories began to flood back into her mind as she panted louder. Her mother had yelled at this little blonde girl until her voice became hoarse. With her mother doing this, she ran into the forest for some peace and quiet. She had forgotten a jacket at home, so her pale, skinny arms were vulnerable to the cold winds of the night. In the distance, an owl hooted and startled the girl. What this little girl did not know was the evil that lingered in the trees. Her head jerked around, as if someone was stalking her. A crunch of a leaf ahead of her led her to believe that someone- or something- was roaming around her.
"There's no one here..." she whispered to herself as anoth
SuicidePretend all I want,Suicide4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it crosses my mind daily.
Pretend all I want,
but it makes me smile lightly.
Will you notice me then?
When I'm bleeding on the bathroom floor,
Will you stop to think I'm beautiful?
When I'm dead and bleeding,
will you notice me then?
When I'm not just that loner girl,
I'm the loner girl,
who put herself in a casket.
What if I just bleed enough
to knock me unconscious?
Will you look at me then?
Will you look at my eyes,
and be grateful they reflect light,
or just see me as another lost cause.
Saying suicide is selfish
is so fucking selfish.
You have no idea.
So don't pretend,
and don't say you know how I feel,
because you don't.
You don't know what it's like,
to be borderline suicidal.
The Symphony of The Deaf'There is no such thing as a true love story,' sighed the girl, 'There is only tragedy or farce.'The Symphony of The Deaf4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her friend looked up sceptically, 'You've been reading too much Shakespeare,' he said.
'No...' she murmured, 'I've been watching too much of the real world.'
The boy stood up, and began to pace, 'Reality is a lie, it's an overly used and neglected cliché of a half truth. To find the lovers you so clearly seek, you have to turn to something more obscure...'
It was the girl's turn to look doubting, 'More obscure...?'
'More obscure,' pointed out the boy, 'But more true. Look at the sea and the sky, they have never been parted. Every day they mirror each other's emotions from speckled pink innocence to a bloody red lustfulness. The two of them are locked in a continual embrace... have you ever seen a more well suited couple?'
'And yet they have such spiteful, growling arguments,' the girl fiercely objected, 'The sea lashes out and abu
Victory Keep: Chapter 1Edgar stepped into a clearing and found a centaur suckling her child. He threw his hands over his eyes.Victory Keep: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'I am terribly sorry, madam!'
'It's all right.'
Her tone was scornful, but with better things to worry about, Edgar did not take it to heart. He uncovered his eyes. She was feeding the child like a mare, not a woman, so he felt no need for embarrassment. He stooped down a little, trying to determine the gender of the young one. As with foals, it was easy enough to tell.
'What a delightful little boy,' he said.
The mother smiled. 'Thank you.'
'Do you mind if I sit down here for a few minutes?'
'I am very tired.'
The centaur made no reply. She stood with arms folded and her back legs slightly apart, gazing out into the forest. Edgar was disappointed. The significance of the situation had not escaped him, and he hoped she would talk to him.
The first thing to do was find somewhere to
Random Ramblings of FearI've had a phobia of spiders for as long as I could remember. I never liked them; they always just freaked me out. I think it's the way they creepily walk around. Their legs just stick out like scary little claws or fingers that are ready to strangle you. It's hard to describe, but if you've ever had an irrational fear of something for it's strange looks then you would know as well.Random Ramblings of Fear5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I also have a mild fear of constraint. This has put me in an interesting position as I've had some time to do a little introspective thinking of my life. I've always been a free spirit in a way; running for recreation or swimming in my pool. While I never liked to be bored in the house when nothing was happening, I also had some silly peeves that reminded me of confinement: shoes and handcuffs. Strange duet, right? I'm one of those girls that you could grow up with and almost never see shoes on their feet. I'm talking about those tight, confining sneakers or Vans or whatever people like to wear; they just w
Leather Bound Birds When I met her, it was raining, so I offered my umbrella.Leather Bound Birds4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Here,' I said, touching the girl's wet shoulder lightly, 'Borrow this.'
A small smiled fluttered over her face, 'No,' she murmured, 'The rain, it's inspiring.'
I didn't understand, 'But, but... You're drenched!'
Slowly, she turned to look at me, her eyes were heavy with pity, 'I cannot take up your offer,' she said quietly, 'When the sky is mourning the loss of summer it is only kind to suffer with her. The summer is her child, and every year he vanishes. If we allow ourselves to taste the agony of a grieving mother on our lips, and recognize it for what it truly is, then we ourselves become stronger. More sentient.'
Still perplexed, I asked, 'But aren't tears meant to be salty? This rain is fresh.'
Quite to my surprise, the girl laughed, 'Oh! Don't be so silly!' Her tone wasn't mocking, but it bruised me all the same, 'Whoever said the rain was tears?' She continued, 'No, the sky
The Reunion:Chapter OneChapter OneThe Reunion:Chapter One2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I woke up to a bright light. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw that sunlight was seeping through my curtains. Frowning slightly, I crawled from underneath the covers, standing up. I stretched, yawning loudly. Another night of hardly any sleep. Every night, the same nightmares haunted my dreams. I woke up screaming almost every hour. But, I was used to the lack of sleep by now. These dreams had been occurring since I was nine years old.
Slowly, I walked over to my dresser, checking the small calendar that hung on the wall next to it. Sunday, November 15. I blinked a few times, continuing to stare at the date. November the 15...There was something very familiar about that date, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Shrugging off the strange feeling that I had gotten from the date, I stepped in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. My unusual crimson-brown eyes stared back at me. I ran a hand slowly
Wonderland - Chapter One'Sup. Ready? Ok.Wonderland - Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Wonderland - Chapter One
*Holding up an old, large book and wearing a fluffy bathrobe and wooden bubble pipe* Oh. Hello. So I
see you guys enjoy my stories. Well, we left off from when a silly little Seamus slammed his face into a
fat tree. Let's continue, shall we?
Seamus opens his eyes. Ohh.... where... where the fuck am I? He looked around. He was in a long hallway which
had a variety of many doors. Large, fat doors; small, skinny doors; you know. The works. Then he noticed it. The small,
circular table in the middle of the corridor.
"Hm?" Seamus slowly and carefully walked over to the table. On the table is a key and a cookie which says, "EAT
MEHHHH SEEMOOSE" frosted on it. Seamus grinned slyly and snatched the key, shoving it into his pocket. Then he
looked over at the cookies. He shrugged.
"Why the fuck not?" He snatched up a cookie and bit into it. Suddenly, he noticed that the room was growing. He
dropped the cookie, s
DA: Dark City C12Title: Dark CityDA: Dark City C123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author: :iconCelticWolfwalker: and :iconRiHouston:
Setting: Modern Day Dragon Age
Character(s): f!Hawke/Cullen and the cast
The sun hadn’t even risen when a dark hooded figure dashed out of the main building at the Academy. The air was cool and damp, morning dew glistening in the false dawn light. The figure skulked, stopping every now and then to look around watching to see if anyone was walking around on the grounds. There was no other figure about in the early pre-dawn of the day. No one suspected that this day was going to be a day no one forgot. Today, the Mages’ Underground took the offensive against the Templar Order.
The dark hooded figure dashed from the front drive and ran across the lawn toward the main road. His breath heaved out heavily when he arrived at a dark car parked off on the side of the road near the academy. Going around to the passenger side and opening the door, he slid into the seat and pushed the
My fallen starI wish upon the fallen star.My fallen star4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering who you are.
I wish I may I wish I might,
wont the sky bleed tonight?
I saw the fallen star hit the ground,
just as my tears clash about the silent night.
Fallen star I wish I may and I wish I might,
please be mine tonight?
Falling just like you as I fall to the ground.
Fallen star fallen star
Won't the sky bleed tonight?
I waited for you at our place.
You never came I waited for you.
Why is it so cold?
Fallen star why did you leave me there?
I'm so scared please don't hurt me.
The night grows and the people slowly start to fade.
I wish I may I wish I might,
wont the sky bleed tonight?
I wait as they make their booming yells coming closer to me.
Fallen star won't you please come save me?
As I waited I was hurdled like the human lamb.
Save me fallen star.
I waited- fallen star you never came.
I'm still waiting.
Just a whisper in the air;
From the night that no one cares.
Fallen star fallen star won't the sky bleed tonight?
It did for me.
If only..If you really knew him,If only..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then you wouldn't beat him down.
If you really knew him,
Then you would stop his hurt.
If you really knew him,
Then you would see his fear.
If you weren't so ignorant,
Then he wouldn't be so shy.
If you only knew him,
Then he would have lived.
Sorrowful BalladJump into the violet skies,Sorrowful Ballad4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fall into my scarlet dreams.
The land were music can fly.
A place untainted by today's troubles.
Roses turn blue and sing.
Oceans our rainbow and whisper to the nearby trees.
The wind whispers the worlds secretes.
Butterflies breathe out toxin.
Trees ooze out poison.
Skulls lay about the fallen world.
Nothing left but a waste land.
They destroyed the magick.
The winds whispered no more for there was no one to whisper to.
Slowly the world went silent.
Fall into my scarlet dreams,
where people could still be.
A land soiled by blood and death.
Were the inhabitant's had nothing left.
The roses were only left to sing ballads of sorrow,
A song no one would hear.
The World's Delicate Aviary Taking my hand in hers, the girl led me forward. Her skin was as cold as the night sky, and her eyes were as bright and living as the pumping heart of the hare.The World's Delicate Aviary4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Come,' She murmured, 'Come with me to my aviary.'
I said nothing, but allowed her to lead me forward into the delicate cage.
'What do you think?' She breathed softly.
It was quite unlike any aviary I'd seen before, 'You have some very strange birds,' I said at last.
'Of course,' The girl laughed lightly, 'It's a special aviary, these aren't normal birds. They represent the world and its vices, without these birds nothing would be.' She pointed, 'You see that Dove? That beautiful bird is the liar. It represents all the untruths which have infected this planet through the millennia.'
Frowning, I asked, 'But aren't doves meant to be a symbol of peace?'
The girl smiled, 'Oh no, that's just another of its lies. Think about it, a dove is really nothing more than a painted pigeon, and t
The Solipsist's LotThere's something about yourself that you don't know. You probably don't remember the circumstances very well, but I do. If you enjoy things the way they are, if you revel in even the smallest speck of ignorance, you need not read ahead. I won't force you. But from what I know of you, you don't like secrets. Especially not when they are about you.The Solipsist's Lot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You see, when you were born, so at once was everyone else. Your mother, she sprang into existence, just like that, the instant your tiny infant brain achieved the smallest semblance of self-awareness. Woven out of the ether, she remembered everything that never happened, and she looked down at you, cradled and squirming in her loving arms.
"Oh," she said. "So here is life."
The doctor was there too, although a moment before if there ever was a moment before he was not. He just nodded, smiling assuredly, and said, "Here is the beginning."
Zombies and Stuffa hand reaches in and snatches her heart.Zombies and Stuff4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no, not in a figurative way.
he presses a hand to each breast and pulls apart,
leaving a gaping hole,
pumping blood and staining the dirt.
a hand literally penetrates her gifted chest,
drawing blood and cutting veins to retrieve the prize.
crimson glory drips from the organ,
still pumping in the decaying hand.
the man inhales the blood,
his eyes roll back and he smiles, grunting.
he presses the pulsating, dripping object to his lips.
he opens his mouth and takes a satisfying bite.
scarlet drips down his chin and onto his chest.
It's beautiful in a morbid way.
He grabs a knife from the ground,
bloodstained and oozing,
and makes the open wound longer,
pulling the jagged blade to her navel.
she chokes out a final breath,
it sounds earily like "please".
his hands reach back into the opening,
seizing her small intestine.
he grabs it and tosses it aside,
probably to save for later.
another satisfying bite from her still heart.
she's losing heat quick
What Love IsDo you rememberWhat Love Is6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you looked into these green eyes?
When you held my hand,
Even though I lied to you?
And when I tried to lie,
I made a horrible mistake.
I lost you.
Now I can never have that back,
Even if I could find you,
The one I used to know,
I dont know if I could do it.
Im so uncertain of everything,
There will never be a way,
To have what I used to.
If love had a color,
I dont know what it would be,
Because its so weird,
And foreign to me,
Well paint it purple with envy.
Like my new eyes
Things were so perfect with you,
Then I had to throw it away,
I buried everything deep,
Why do I always do that?
Dont listen to me,
If I ever tell you I dont care,
Its just another lie,
To add to the list.
Why did you listen to me,
When I pretended for your sake?
Were you wanting to be rid of me,
Deep down and really
I wish I knew what love was.
ReflectionsReflections3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I look in the mirror reflection,
I hope my true self avoids detection.
I am not who they believe,
I find freedom when they leave.
I see myself with this refinement,
It's all traditional confinement.
Who is she?
That beauty staring at me.
Not who I was meant to be.
This personality and this face,
My family's disgrace.
Honor and poise,
Someone save me from this choice.
I hide behind this façade,
It's a delicate charade.
I see myself as a warrior,
Everyone around sees me as inferior.
Why can't I let my true self shine?
Why must I let this cage confine?
Behind this face I fade.
Who is that girl I see,
Staring straight back at me?
Turned to obscurity.
This sad shallow reflection.
Wonderland - PrologueIt was the year 1865. Sitting in the carriage, Seamus O'Doherty smoothed down his baby blue suit.Wonderland - Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He was going to marry a nice lady who went by "Ash Bear". It was an odd name, considering the historical time.
But, Mr. O'Doherty didn't really want to marry her. She was a wonderful lass, but he knew she could find better.
"Seamus? Seamus O'Doherty!" Seamus looked up and saw Daniel, his uncle. "It is not like you to be so...
oblivious..." He said with disgust in his voice. Seamus sighed and looked down.
"Sorry sir..." He mumbled. Daniel huffed and raised up Seamus' head to face him.
"While talking to a person, you must look at them directly in the eyes and talk clearly." Daniel said sternly.
"Yes. I'm sorry Uncle Daniel." He said clearly. Daniel nodded and looked away. After about half an hour later,
Seamus and Daniel reached the small mansion of "Ash Bear". Daniel smiled warmly as he watched the waving
"Ah, here we are Seamus," He said waving back as the carriage stopped.