TestamentThey say that all the great stories only have one plot. The ancient tales tells of the struggle of heroes to greatness, the fall of villains. The same thing over and over, on bark or hide or clay, the fight between good and evil.
But this story begins with a simple man. Begins with, though perhaps no further, because being a simple man does not make things simple. And remember what else they say, that even the devil himself was once heaven's greatest angel.
He found it in a pawn shop. There were no horror-movie-esque histrionics, the shopkeeper warning him against it, begging him not to buy it, he just handed over a couple of notes and that was that. He was shopping for a present for his girlfriend when he found the small porcelain figurine, sitting innocuously on a dusty shelf surrounded by all other odds and ends that defied classification. It took a little frowning while he tried to work out was it was, a kind of warped angel, form twisted and blood-red wings streaming down i
Arranged Marriage Ch. 8Arranged Marriage Ch. 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER 8: KISS ME!?
She shrugs. "I don't know my full detail. My actions have caused my parents to owe the city and some people money. Most likely I'll have to work for the money I owe my family. They believe that marrying you help me pay back the destruction I have caused around the city as well as gain more money than for the company. Your family has a couple billion more dollars on you more than me."
She sighs with regret and looks over to him.
"Besides the fact that our mom made a promise to marry their kids since their high school years, it's also my fault that we're forced into marriage. My mom is pretty uptight about things I've done."
Jacob thinks about what she said for a moment, wondering what he had been pulled into. Apparently Skyler is something of a troublemaker, that or she has a string of bad luck. Jacob has always been the model of perfection so he w
Granite TearsI once knew a girlGranite Tears4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who always wore
A ponytail of wispy golden hair
(That you could count on to be
Half falling out by the end of the day),
A smile full of white teeth and pink gums
(That was so bright and wide
The whole room would light up when she walked in)
And a black jacket with
The sleeves rolled up above her elbows,
As if she couldn't stand
To have anything on her arms.
Her eyes were the most brilliant shade of color
I'd ever seen, and I often found myself
Telling the summer sky,
"You could learn a thing or two from her eyes."
I know a girl
Who always wears
Her hair down in front of her face
(And it really did look better blonde)
As if to hide from the world.
Her eyes are the most brilliant shade of color
I've ever seen, but they're dull and lifeless
And I sometimes find myself
Asking the summer sky
To stop being jealous and give her back her blue.
She doesn't smile or laugh
Hell, she doesn't even talk.
She just sits there, like stone
And I sometimes wonder i
The End Of The Beginning Part 1All was quite in the Benign family household. It was late at night, both children, Holly and Tom, were put to rest. Mrs. Benign was washing the dishes in the kitchen silently as Mr. Benign sat on his favorite armed chair, sitting back as he watched T.V..The End Of The Beginning Part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Suddenly his program was interrupted as a news station appeared. The news reporters were frantically trying to get ready, the reporter started to speak before a mic was clipped to his jacket.
"Attention all residents of Sleepy Hollow, the army has issued an immediate evacuation of 10 miles from the Watchful Tower. Dr. Lee has been reported missing, as what one could only assume are his creations have began to pour out of the lower floor, running rampage in the town. I repeat, all residents need to evacuate 10 miles from the Watchful Tower now!" Shortly after his last word, the T.V. station turned off and all that was left was static on the television.
Mr. Benign got out of his chair and walked to the window, opening the shad
Forgive Them, SonWhen I was a young boy, my father taught me one thing, a lesson he had drilled into my head, forgive and forgive and forgive. Even in this world of evil and war, he'd always told me to forgive and never hold a grudge. Not against the enemy, not against anyone. I had always respected my father, he was a fearless and noble warrior, a soldier respected among his people.Forgive Them, Son5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Son." My father croaked, his tone steady and strong, despite the agony he must be feeling.
"Father." I choked on my sobs. I was a soldier, but I was too weak to hold back my tears. I tried to be strong, for my father. But holding his body, broken and frail, blood oozing out of his wounds, on my arms, made me do the exact opposite. I couldn't be strong. I wasn't my father.
"Don't cry." He said, lifting his hand to stroke my cheek, to wipe away my tears. I knew every movement only brought him more pain. He was the one who should be crying instead of me, but his eyes reflected no pain. Instead, his eyes
Cliched EmotionsLove is...Cliched Emotions4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When you're trying to find your way across a room in the dark, putting all your trust into what you feel is right.
When you see a person as your own personal alter, and place everything that is sacred to you upon them, forgetting that they too are mere mortals.
Like walking across red hot sands, and feeling it give way softly beneath your feet.
A photographic negative of long lost happy times, lingering in dust-kissed desk drawers, waiting to be renewed.
The last whisper in an old ear. A brave smile on an aged face. A final farewell in the pouring rain.
Like becoming ensnared under a thick blanket, and slowly suffocating in the sticky fug of your own emotions.
The agony of only seeing the world in black and white, whilst all around you people live and breathe in vibrant, bursting colours.
It Wasn't Love At First SightI've never believed in love at first sight.It Wasn't Love At First Sight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mean, can you get a crush on someone at first sight?
Yeah, of course.
There's crush at first sight.
Lust at first sight.
But not love at first sight.
And when you and I met,
when you ran up to me,
it wasn't love at first sight.
Or crush at first sight.
Or lust a first sight.
It was "huh-she-might-be-nice" at first sight.
And when you first spoke to me,
saying breathlessly, "Are you in group 2?"
and I said, "Um yes,"
it wasn't love at first hear.
Or crush at first hear.
Or lust at first hear.
It was "thank-God-someone-friendly-to-hang-out-with" at first hear.
And when you squealed in delight
and hugged me,
it wasn't love at first touch.
Or crush at first touch.
Or lust at first touch.
It was "wow-this-girl-needs-help" at first touch.
But I had a feeling I'd like you anyway.
And I did.
We had so many things in common.
We never ran out of things to talk about.
Or random, weird, and just plain bizarre things to do.
Broken WordsBroken WordsBroken Words5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Darkness. Darkness surrounds me, envelops me. Silence. Silence is the sound I hear from outside. There is no light. No sound. Only the dark.
I blink, trying to focus my eyes. Where am I? I turn to look at my clock. Nothing. Not even a spark of light. No sign that it had at one time, been alive.
Stretching, I get out of my bed. It was the same as always. Get up, get food, eat, work on my project, and sleep. It was a never-ending pattern. I guess that's to be expected though.
As I cross the street, I glance upwards. There is no sun. The same as usual. The sun had not come out in over 2 months. I don't know why. I think it has to do with the storm though. Maybe it was night. I didn't know. I don't have a way to tell time
Tisis-N7Tisis-N73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have to pry my eyes away from the ship and duck into my hiding spot. The ship is now destroyed. I hug my knees and quietly cry, it hit me that my father is dead . . . I don't have anyone left.
I know I wasn't close to a lot of people . . . but why does it hurt so much knowing I won't see them ever again?
Stop crying, I tell myself and shake my head. I take deep and quiet breaths until I feel completely calm, with the exception of my fear that makes me jumpy of the vermin's movement. He presses a couple buttons that makes me curious as to what he is doing and sees that he confusingly stares at the map he brings up to the screen.
He's trying to find somewhere to land? Understandable. Escape pods aren't meant to hold more than one person and it's limited on oxygen. I curse my ancestors for not thinking thoroughly on the matter. Perhaps because they assumed that
RevengeIt still haunts me everywhere. In every possible reflection: the dark grey Pikachu with red glowing eyes, dark red cheeks, stripes and the tip on it's ears. It smiles at me through the reflections, trying to trick me to stay at the reflection and get me inside the freaky Pokémon world again. I don't want to see it anymore, so that's why I'm writing this letter so everyone can read it and watch out for the dark grey Pikachu..Revenge5 years ago in Horror More Like This
My name is Kevin, and all of this started when I was 15 years old. I had just gotten my Pokémon Platinum version from the store. I was so excited, it seemed just great comparing to Pokémon Diamond. I really loved Giratina and I was excited over seeing his world, the Distortion World. When I had picked the game up from the store, I cycled my way home and opened my pink DS and started playing. I picked Chimchar as my starter and named him Marwin. He was the best starter you could ever get, he was loyal, never hurting himself during confusion and
Unholy Love EpilogueUnholy Love Epilogue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
EPILOGUE: Twenty-Five Years Later
Emily comes back to the house and puts her coat in the closet before going into the living room. "Hey, Harmony, where's your brother?" Emily asks and goes into the kitchen to get herself a cup of water.
Her fifteen-year old daughter, Harmony turns around to stare at her mother from the couch. "He's on the roof with dad."
"Dad's teaching him how to fly." Emily giggles under her breath and shakes her head. "Mom when will I get my turn?"
"When your brother learns how to actually use his wings and not break his leg every time. Once your brother actually learns then you'll have both your brother and father making sure you're okay not to break anything when its your turn to learn," Emily responds.
Harmony rolls her eyes and goes back to watching her program on the TV set.
The Children Of Terra: Chapter OneMany of the histories have closely recorded the period immediately following Kea'almagnas' accession to Watered Throne in great detail. However, it is noteworthy that much has been lost about her earlier life, not in terms of minor factual details, but rather the life itself. For while there are many contemporary references that her sudden, dramatic, and traumatic rise to power seemed to have caused great changes in her personality, few have bothered to pass on, even in memoirs, any real details of her personality before becoming Sovereign...The Children Of Terra: Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kit'uti e Sel'ae
Kea'almagnas: The Last Sovereign of Ilicia
Kea'ala ran as quickly as she could, her thin dress billowing behind her. She was late, and the Sovereign, her mother, would be quite cross with her for it.
Kea'ala despised these court appearances, despite their importance. She hated wearing the elaborate dresses, she hated observing every manner of foolish behavior as courtiers attempted to gain her
The StorytellerAs the Storyteller tells his taleThe Storyteller9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in evening’s calming hush,
clouds streak and leave a misty trail
quite breathless in their rush.
Stars vacate and leap the moon,
which wanes in velvet sky.
And all that’s left is emptiness
that leaves me wondering why.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
he strokes my weary head
as it sinks into my pillow
and I’m sleepy in my bed.
I listen to his words and wish
myself beyond my fate.
Yet I think not of tomorrow,
for I know it is too late.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
I hope it will not end.
He leans in close and whispers
softly to me as a friend.
He tells of joys and sadness,
highs, lows and inbetweens.
He paints a picture with such words
More vivid than my dreams.
As the Storyteller tells his tale
I watch him turn the pages,
Slowly with a wisdom
as of one who’s dwelt in Ages,
where sagas lay forgotten
in their resident abyss.
The final page he turns and then
gives me a loving kiss.
I linger in the empty sky
A Fairy's TaleMy earliest memory is that of a kitchen. There were birds singing outside the window and the world was thick with the smell of things coming to life. I believe that is what humans call spring.A Fairy's Tale9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a little girl I found in front of me. She was mixing some things in a bowl. The mixture looked sweet and smelled very nice. Before I knew it, I had flown up to that bowl and waved my hand over it, dousing its contents with a golden powder that disappeared as soon as it touched the mixture. I did all this as easily as if I had been doing it for a very long time.
She poured the mixture into a deep tray and slid it into an oven. She closed it, pressed some buttons, and crossed her fingers. She need not have been so nervous. So long as I was there, everything was going to be fine.
Later, I helped her put icing on the cake. It was my very first masterpiece, and I was very proud of it. Printed on top in large letters with icing were the words: To Daddy, Happy Birthday!!
How to Write a Query LetterPublishing WeekHow to Write a Query Letter8 months ago in Literature Features More Like This
A query is kind of what it sounds like -- you're ASKING an agent or publisher if they're interested in seeing your book. But a query is more than hey what's up I'm awesome my book is awesome look at it plz! You have to write a professional letter that will entice the person who will read it into writing back with a HECK YES SHOW ME YOUR BOOK! (Okay, they probably won't say it like that. But you get the gist.)
The first line in your query should be:
Dear Ms./Mr. AgentLastName OR Dear Ms/Mr. EditorLastName
This might sound obvious, but you never EVER want to address a query with Dear Sirs/Madams or To Whom it May Concern. You also don't want to address it to the publisher or the agency. You are writing a specific agent or a specific editor, whom you've taken the time to research. You know what this person likes and you think he or she will like your book. So address them personally.
The next lines should should look something like:
Tisis-N3Tisis-N34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Nympromedonalas Voxamy Lushomagan!"
"Hm?" I snap out of it and look at my father who called my attention. "Yes?"
"Would you mind repeating what I just said?"
I shrink into my seat a little and shake my head. "Sorry father . . ." I apologize.
My father huffs and looks back at everyone in the meeting. "Due to the incident earlier today, we should regulate the Terrans' working hours. That way, only one block is out at a time to avoid events like that from happening again," he calls to our attention. "I'll post up the new times for those things and you all must go in between those hours just like before to check on them. Got it?"
"Yes," we all nod.
After my father posts the hours, each of the block leaders check them and my block works late now . . . dammit! These vermins are causin
Story of the Little Firefly -TRANSLATED-Once upon a time, not even that long ago, there was a small village. Near the village was a meadow decorated with millions of flowers that were all as colorful as a rainbow. The villagers cherished the beauty of the meadow very much. So much that no matter how fruit bearing the land truly was, they did not harness it for farmland.Story of the Little Firefly -TRANSLATED-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the most beautiful summer days the families of the town allowed their children to go and play to the meadow. In exchange the daughters often thanked their parents with lots of wonderful flowers they had picked from the meadow and sons with small scratches on their knees. At summer nights the meadow was lightened by small orbs of light that danced on and above the petals of the flowers. Fireflies.
On one clear skied night a certain little firefly gazed upon the silk of the night and noticed small lights dotting the sky. Confused, it sat on a petal of a flower and stared at that weird sight in wonder. It had never noticed that before.
BeautifulYou say I am beautiful.Beautiful5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But what is beautiful really?
A slender body?
A thin face?
Blue eyes and small hands?
I'm not any of that.
I'm not beautiful at all.
I don't have a slender body.
I don't have a thin face.
I don't have blue eyes or small hands.
When you look at me
you see a beautiful woman.
When I look in the mirror
I see an ugly girl.
What is beauty?
I don't wear a lot of makeup.
I don't do my hair.
I don't wear bright colors.
I only wear jeans and a jersey.
I'm just plain.
There's beautiful girls everywhere.
Down the street, across town.
All have the bodies and face
that every man wants in a girl.
But you only look at me.
What is there to look at?
I'm so plain.
I've been told I'm plain.
And yet you ignore the others.
You look through my pasts insults.
And see for who I am.
You're not interested in glamore.
You're not interested in outer looks.
You look at what's important.
DOES GOD EXIST?DOES GOD EXIST?5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Just once wouldn't you love for someone to simply show you the evidence for God's existence? No arm-twisting. No statements of, "You just have to believe." Well, here is an attempt to candidly offer some of the reasons which suggest that God exists.
But first consider this. If a person opposes even the possibility of there being a God, then any evidence can be rationalized or explained away. It is like if someone refuses to believe that people have walked on the moon, then no amount of information is going to change their thinking. Photographs of astronauts walking on the moon, interviews with the astronauts, moon rocks...all the evidence would be worthless, because the person has already concluded that people cannot go to the moon.
When it comes to the possibility of God's existence, the Bible says that there are people who have seen sufficient evidence, but they have suppressed the truth about God.1 On the other hand, for those who want to know God if he is there, he says, "You will