SolitudineIl sole era alto, la temperatura sfiorava i cinquanta gradi sopra lo zero.Solitudine2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Nel deserto di sabbia dorata che consumava ogni cosa, una figura vestita di stracci e coperta da una cappa - ingrigita e consumata dal tempo - si trascinava da giorni, le sue impronte venivano pian piano cancellate dal vento, cancellate dal tempo, dalla vista, da ogni cosa.
Lei rimaneva da sola, sola con se stessa, con la propria fame, la propria sete, con il caldo e le vertigini, con tutto ciņ che restava di questo nostro mondo, dopo il fallout radioattivo del cataclisma che ha segnato la fine della razza umana.
La sete era insostenibile, sentiva lo stomaco contorcerlesi nelle interiora e si artigliava con la mano destra fasciata quella poca carne rimasta sul suo ventre ormai reso magrissimo dalla carestia, per uccidere i violenti morsi della fame.
«Vi... odio... tutti... »
I suoi occhi cremisi - ormai senza luce - si alzarono in un ultimo impeto di frustrazione mista a rabbia, verso un avampo
Black, White, and Red.You watched me melt into a dark surface.Black, White, and Red.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black paint upon the skies,
Stars sprinkled among the canvas.
Moonlight, shining from the corner of your eye.
Atramentous areas surround me.
Fog blankets the land,
Letters written to me in charcoal.
You’ve painted the world,
Bright lights shining in my face.
Bleached eyes, staring back at me.
A world so empty, so dull.
The silver blade sinks into my neck.
I’ve painted my skin,
Upon my doorstep.
Whispers dance among my
Fire burns bright,
Flames upon roses
And causing blisters along our skin.
Warmth melting into our souls.
A knife slices through my flesh,
As blood drips down my shoulders.
You’ve painted my world, black.
I’ve painted my skin, white.
And I've splattered the walls with red.
-recc - capitolo I--recc - capitolo I-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I ivi I
Ξ - a principiO
Ribollivo di una strana carenza. Osservavo il tempo passare con lentezza, mentre tutti continuavano a ripetermi quanto fosse ingiusto, quanto la morte non fosse un gioco, quanto fossero disgraziati. Di tutti questi discorsi, devo dire, la mia mente ha recepito solo pezzi incompleti.
Per lo più mi appariva astruso il rapportare una vita alla sua morte, tanto più che mi sembrava infinito il tempo che mi separava dal giorno del mio collasso. Avevo come la sensazione di scorrere su di un binario diverso, separato rispetto ad altri: da una parte chi conteggiava gli anni di vita e dall'altra la mia singolare situazione.
Tutto era cominciato più o meno dalla mia nascita. Fin dal secondo giorno la nutrice notò un'insolita crescita, un mese dopo avevo sei anni, il mese scorso sessanta. Oggi me ne dareste una ventina.
Ho già visto morire molte persone tra le mie mani... A volte provo un profondo
Bobine di MenzognePossibilitàBobine di Menzogne3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Il Tempo è fatto di infinite possibilità, ma quella possibilità si era esaurita nel Tempo stesso.
Il ragazzino volteggiava nel vuoto, fermo come in un fotogramma, mentre sotto di lui c'era il baratro; tutto era avvolto dalla patina sgretolante tipica di una dimensione che sta per cessare di esistere. Aveva le braccia aperte, lo sguardo rivolto verso il cielo e un sorriso che sembrava odiare e amare allo stesso tempo quel giorno perfetto, in cui il sole malato lanciava su quel mondo morente una scia di cenere luminosa, come se anche esso stesso si fosse stancato di splendere solo per il ragazzino.
Solo.. era l'unica parola che aveva conosciuto in tutta la sua vita, una vita che stava per "non essere mai esistita".
Quella realtà morente restituiva l'immagine di una possibilità distrutta, un Tempo e uno Spazio che stavano collassando su loro stessi, eppure.. in quel singolo fotogramma in cui il piccolo rimaneva sospeso tra il cielo, la scog
CoasterCoasterCoaster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
V'era del vento,
in tutto ciò e nell'ammorbante
Delle rotaie sulla luna
in otto girotondi,
gira volti, facce e
V'era anche dell'Oracolo,
viveva per il domani,
moriva il dì precedente.
E i grigi chiedevan a lui:
"Buon uomo, sa perché siam qui?"
E l'altro che di un buon uomo
manco il sonno deteneva,
"Non c'è risposta o senso nel tuo richiedere"
E ventuno ancor più grigi venivano:
"Buon uomo, sa dove andiam?"
E l'altro che di un buon uomo
manco la morte poteva aspirare,
"Non c'è risposta o senso nel tuo richiedere"
E allor i più grigi rimbrottavano:
"Buon uomo, dica qualcosa"
"Non esistono risposte od Oracoli!"
Rispondeva dileguandosi, senza lasciar traccia
o più miglior ricordo.
Ma lui che di buon uomo
era tutto composto,
non poteva che saper di più
di quel Clank e di quel Clunk.
8: Beauty and the BeastDid all of it really happen? Is Edmund truly…dead?8: Beauty and the Beast2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth sat before the fireplace in her bedroom, her feet tucked beneath her and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was still trembling after all that had happened, and though she tried to breath evenly, her heartbeat wouldn’t slow even a little.
Garrett had disappeared several hours before with an unconscious Fiona in his arms and a shaken, bleary eyed Mr. Gibbs close at his side.
Beth had asked to help, wanting to be close by when Fiona woke, but both men had insisted that she too needed to rest after her ordeal, and so she had been left with no other choice but to wait anxiously in her bedroom for word of Fiona’s condition.
In an effort to keep her mind off of her worry over Fiona, she busied herself by removing the bandages from her arm and leg.
“Strange,” she murmured when the bandages fell away. Not a scratch marred her pale skin, and there were no scars. To anyone else, it would appear
Ninjas and Knights Ch.1 ~Ninjas and Knights~Ninjas and Knights Ch.11 year ago in Humor More Like This
One day while practicing in a field, the ninjas somehow created a portal.
They all were cautious around the portal. Not knowing much about their own weapons, they were confused how a portal was made.
Kai, being ever so curious, suggested they take a look. And though the others were worried, they followed anyway.
And in a flash, they were thrown into another world.
A world that was semi-modern environment, compared to new Ninjago city.
Kai spoke up, “Hey, this isn’t so bad….” He got up and took a look around.
There was a huge tall blue tower that glowed magnificently in the sunset. And they were standing in what looked like a neighborhood park.
Cole asked,” Well what do you suppose we do now? Anyone??”
Zane thought, then said, “How about we find out what place w
Far Cry 3 Fanfic CHAPTER 3Far Cry 3 Fanfic CHAPTER 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The pirates mocked her as their red-shirted apparent leader dragged her through the camp. Some made rude gestures toward her while others made provocative movements, their smiles showing crooked, yellow teeth. Her captor didn’t seem to care, simply drug her along with him. They were heading up some sort of steep hill, where a single huge tree stood, shadowing most of the camp. Atop the hill was a large cabin of sorts. Annie figured it was the man’s home (if you could call it a home).
“This is where I stay,” the pirate told her. “You,” he pointed toward the back of the house, where a cage similar to her old prison stood just outside it’s rear door, “will stay there. You know why I built a cage there?” He looked into her eyes, his face only a few inches from hers now. There was little sanity left in their blue-green glow.
“No, I don’t…”
“Because people like you think they can escape from me.” He re
F is for FenrisF is for FenrisF is for Fenris3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fenris cursed for the thousandth time that evening. He was torn up, confused and he didn't know what to do. He paced up and down his wreck of a home, the broken tiles cutting into his bare feet. It had been three years, three long, agonisingly confusing years since he'd walked out on Hawke. Every day had been a torment. The punishment had begun immediately, her visits stopped, she no longer asked for his help and he spent most of his days in the Hanged Man trying to work out his feelings toward her. No conclusion had been achieved, apart from the fact thinking of her drove him crazy. What he'd always wanted but still so unobtainable. Tonight, the wait would be over. He knew she was at the Hanged Man with the others, not ideal, but it would have to do. He would tell her everything, confess his feelings. If she accepted him, well, he work that out then. If she rejected him... Then it was time to move on. He'd spent too long in Kirkwall as it is, if he was not n
TF2 - A normal day with the team"GOOD MORNING MERCS!! WAKE UP OR YOU WILL FEEL MY DAMN BARE HANDS!", the CEO from MannCo roared as he opened all doors.TF2 - A normal day with the team3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I SAID WAKE UP! WAKE UPPPP!"
Suddenly, an arrow passed him and was stuck on the wall behind him. There was a note on it:
"Shut up and let us sleep.
-Christian Brutal Sniper."
"Fine,I'm gonna beat you all with my DAMN BARE HANDS!"
Suddenly, the flying guillotine almost hit him.
"Damn, almost got him...Zzz...", Saxton could hear the youngest of the team saying. It was the Scout.
Saxton sighed. As lazy as ever. They had holidays, so the team members didn't give a fuck to stand up. Even the CBSniper was still sleeping. Even the Horseless Headless Horseman Jr. kept sleeping in his grave. Suddenly he could hear some steps: it was the sleepy Heavy.
"Stop shouting, big man. Others want to sleep. Don't you remember what happened yesterday?"
Saxton remembered, yesterday he did the same and everybody started to beat the crap out of everyone.
"But it's 11 am already."
I'll Always Be There :Ch. 2:I'll Always Be There :Ch. 2:4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: CHANGE
How could this be?
How could I have become human?
How is this even possible?
What happened to my armor?
What happened to my troops?
WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!
Question after question flooded his processor as he emptily stared into the glass, seeing only a human man staring back.
He was tall, broad chested and worn. The years on him showed that he had been through some rough times. He was a large Caucasian with dark black hair and mustache and wide, dark sapphire blue eyes.
Looking away from the window, Optimus slowly let his gaze move to his hands, which strangely were shaking. They were the hands of human who worked. Old, worn out, cut, bruised and callused.
Moving his hands to his cloths, still looking at the refection he took into careful detail of the fabric he now bore on his body. A casual red plaid t-shirt. Tight blue boot cut pants. Dark brown leather boots. This entire dress attire was the same kind that Optimus had previously seen in an old weste
DepressionI feel itDepression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clawing at my skin
digging at my veins
underneath the fabric of my nails
my skin crawling as its canvas
the teeth gnawing at my legs
I am a sinking ship (by my own destruction)
cast away the life boats
but will always
be stuck out at sea
so lonely but has many friends
so unhappy all I am are scars
numb to affection
except to the feelings that kill me
I am breaking
I'm so sorry
Mom Dad Ianmyself
Osgood's Scarf Osgood stood in the gallery, taking in every thing around her. She was new to her job, a little unsure of herself, and trying to take a look at something other than the sciencey side of UNIT before going home for the day. The alien art was breathtaking, and she wished the world could see it.Osgood's Scarf1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Osgood turned around to see an old man. His face seemed strangely familiar, though she knew she hadn't met him before.
"Sorry for sneaking up on you, "he said, "You know, I never did catch your name."
Strange way of putting it, Osgood thought.
"That's because we haven't spoken before," she said, "I'm Osgood, and you are..."
"Oh, when you get to be as old as I am, you tend to lose the need for a name. I'm the curator of this place." After some time he added, "First day on the job, is it?"
"How did you know?"
PandoraOnce upon a timePandora4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the all-giving goddess,
was denounced and devalued,
reduced to humanity
a myth invented by
wary, jealous, bitter gods and men
tied to the age of patriarchy.
She is reviled in history
as a hapless harbinger of evil
opening a gift of Zeus,
a prettily painted cursed jar,
(there never was a box)
filled with wickedness.
The strange mysteries the jar contained
swirled and twirled and begged
no longer wishing to be restrained.
Their call was strong,
her curiosity clear;
she opened the gift from the Olympian.
in a hush heard by eternity
she ushered in a doom-filled ill wind
for all of mankind.
The Greeks maligned her essence and
blamed her for much:
The years have followed suit,
drowning her spirit of creating, giving and love
in negative energy millennia old.
Nosebleeds [Satern 2] "Is all of this really necessary Idol?",Intern 2 asked nervously as he gazed at himself in Idol's full length mirror. "This is ridiculous."Nosebleeds [Satern 2]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It isn't ridiculous! You look great!!",Idol encouraged excitedly as she came up behind the other man and adjusted the collar of his shirt. And it was true. He did look nice. She swore, if this plan didn't work then she would probably date him herself.
She stepped back a bit as Intern 2 turned around to face her with a sheepish smile,"Thanks for helping me out Idol. This means alot to me."
"You're welcome!!",She answered with in a chipper tone,"And trust me. When he sees you, he won't be able to resist you."
Intern 2 smiled graciously,"I hope you're right."
Satan smiled mischievously as he wondered down the walkway leading to the front doors o
Hade and Pers chaps 2 and 3Chapter two: The Game of Deception.Hade and Pers chaps 2 and 37 years ago in General More Like This
Hades waited patiently for a day when the sun would be hidden by the clouds, he did not want Helios to see him taking Persephone, Demeter would eventually find out where her daughter was. He had planned by the time the Goddess of the harvest found her daughter, it would be too late for he would have fed her the fruit of the dead and she would be his forever. His attendants watched him closely as of late; the smile he obtained that day in the earthly field was still spread across his handsome face.
This was the day, he thought. The clouds would soon cover the sky and he would open the earth and take Persephone. He had four grim steeds tied and ready to carry him to the surface and back when he wished. Slowly he rose, seeming as though he could have waited a thousand years more to obtain his Queen, in truth however, he could hardly wait to have her. His cold flesh sought the warmth of hers and more so her attention. There was blackness down the corrido
Sweet EmilyEmily is six years old.Sweet Emily2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emily lives with Mommy and Daddy in a big house.
Emily doesn't have very many friends because she doesn't go to school, but that's okay!
Emily has Tabitha! Tabitha and Emily are best friends. Tabitha looks like Emily, too! They both have blonde hair, though Tabitha always has hers in pig tails. They both have green eyes, too. Mommy and Daddy tell Emily that her green eyes means she has a biiiiig imagination; so that means Tabitha does, too! But sometimes Mommy and Daddy don't believe Emily when she tells them all the fun she and Tabitha have together…
They don't believe Emily when she tells them that it was Tabitha who used up all of Mommy's lipstick to make a picture on the wall. They don't believe Emily when she tells them that Tabitha was the one who broke the special plates in the locked cupboard that Emily can't reach. They don't believe Emily when she tells them anything Tabitha does, and it isn't Emily's fault.
"Oh, Emily, darling…it's pe
Three Billy Goats GruffGoats outwit a troll.Three Billy Goats Gruff2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Darkness WithinPit?The Darkness Within2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's full of darkness;
I would know
All the voices in my head
Longing to be truly heard
Or is it just me?
I'm not a stereotype--
I didn't choose this
He couldn't handle
The darkness within.
I'm not the clone;
And he will be all mine.
It's a mask,
And everyone wears it
I have no happiness,
For I am the darkness,
Pure midnight evil.
If I am the clone,
The darkness within,
Then I am completely alone.
TDC: Ch.13 It had been three miserable weeks since Toby had gone. Three weeks of silence, both mentally and physically. Three weeks of empty frozen hallways. Of curling up close to the hearth of the fire and trying his hardest to ignore the stench of rot emanating from Toby's cold pale body. Three weeks of trying to ignore the pangs of hunger as the rations of the large kitchen diminished daily.TDC: Ch.132 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jack whimpered as his stomach groaned sadly. He had found himself in the pantry again to scrounge for anything that could possibly be edible. He'd even devour the rats from the traps at this point.
He knocked over empty boxes and pushed aside cartons of rotten vegetables as he searched. A small tin in the farthest corner of the last shelf looked promising.
Jack picked up the little lidless metal box and rejoiced as he found five shiny red apples inside. He exited the pantry with a smile on his face and strode to the kitc