emotions are such finicky thingsi'm writing letters i'll never send,emotions are such finicky things8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in that small small, small
loopy script you used to hate to read,
on post it notes and they're taking flight-
or drifting away with each fold and crease
i make in between background noise that's
hardly more than static anymore.
(i found those letters, once. the ones
i would always write to you, and the ones
that i never thought you'd read.
they had been opened and refolded
so many times until they finally became weightless,
feathers against your rough fingertips,
corners dog-eared and holes worn into
the centers of pages. it's almost like you've
read them a thousand times, but even with proof
that seems too much to ask.)
Bringing Down SweeneyI asked him who he was, and he said, "I'm Sweeney," and I believed him. I probably shouldn't have, except that it was true. I can always tell when people are telling the truth.Bringing Down Sweeney4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mum and Dad were still in the last battles of the divorce, so I was trying to keep myself out of their hair as much as possible. This was why I had packed two cornmeal pancakes and an old plastic dish of syrup and was heading out into nowhere, where I wasn't necessarily wanted but sure as hell wasn't unwelcome. Not that I was resentful about it or anything. Nobody wants to fight in an amphitheater. Well, nobody but gladiators, but you don't see a lot of those around these days. Goes to show you.
So out I went, with my book and my pair of half-crumbling pancakes and my yellow wellies and an old, oatmeal-colored jumper that had holes in the elbows. "Get a new one, Linnie," everybody was always saying. The truth was I had gotten used to it, and now it felt weird not to have my elbows out in the wind like that. Out
Simple ThingI’d like to be an off-beatSimple Thing7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
syncopated little thing;
note and stem floating on the melody, just sitting in
appoggiatura, grace-note, special thing.
I’d like to be a sailor
swinging on the ocean wind
coarse old rope between my hands and salt-spray where my toes begin
nimble little sailor, clever thing.
I’d like to be a bed-sheet
gentle thing to warm your skin
thing that you hug tighter when the morning starts to filter in
falling through your creases, lucky thing.
Norm: UndefinableIt's a topsy turby worldNorm: Undefinable3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding liberal hearts.
Mixed up feelings and words,
Scripted rules and parts.
In some twisted state of fructure,
Nothing ever makes sense,
Yet everything has structure,
And everyone is tense.
In the end we all conform
To society's wilful clasp.
We give in to the norm,
As they let go of their grasp.
Loving something freely
When freely is concise.
Nothing matters really,
When we all always think twice.
When (a)nothing is defined,
Social construct wins once more.
That (b)nothing's lost its bind,
Lost the battle, lost the war.
Children of Two Worlds: 1983 Doomsday/RDNA-verseChildren of Two Worlds: Or a 1983 Doomsday and RDNA-verse Tale through the Nations' EyesChildren of Two Worlds: 1983 Doomsday/RDNA-verse4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Somewhere in the Sopron Frontier. 2013.
This can't be happening, Francesca thought, loosening the collar on her dress uniform as her free hand grasped onto to a tree for support. Not again! On most any other occasion, the embodiment of New Austria would have reacted with the utmost stoicism. This time was an exception.
Her mind frantically raced, trying to make sense of what was going on, let alone where she was. One minute, she was preparing for a meeting with Loyalist Canada and the other Free Nations. Then here she was. Her eyes darted here and there, a growing sense of dread filling her as she recognized the landscape. For all she knew, she might very well be stepping on her adoptive parents’ remains. This can’t be happening! THIS ISN’T…NEIN! Hold it together…
It took much of the embodiment of New Austria’s willpower to re
Bismarck the movieBismarck the movie1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Bismarck meets Bendetti
Bismarck: What is your request?
Benedetti: My Emperor sends the Earl the friendliest greetings.
He recalls the meeting of Biarritz, the left bank of the Rhine.
Bismarck: You won´t get a single square meter, no inch of german ground to France!
Benedetti: But you promised the Emperor ...
Bismarck: The emperor has forced Italy to peace so that Austria can use new troops
Benedetti: We had to do that all people in France want revenge for Sadowa!
Bismarck: What has France to do with Sadowa? What has France to do with inner german politics? We strictly refuse any interference!
Benedetti: Then France will march to the Rhine, with its whole army!
Bismarck: Then I will make peace with Austria on any terms and with my
whole war-trained army overthrow France! And believe me, in this war, Germany is on my side!
Tell your Emperor if he wants war, he will get it!
But not at the Rhine, but in France and his throne will be sweeped away!
Benedetti: But you have p
Reunions and Endings: Doomsday FutureReunions and Endings : Or, a 1983 Doomsday Tale from the Future through a Nation's EyesReunions and Endings: Doomsday Future11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere in the Sopron Frontier. 2067.
By most accounts, the Eighth of June was like any other day in the Alpine Confederation. If not for the unusually gusty weather outside, one would have found it uneventful. But even from his quiet corner of what had been the Frontier as he tried remembering Mozart’s brilliance, he knew the winds of change were coming. Or rather, they were always there.
Strewn close to the piano were newspapers and video-graphs taken from the 70th Alpine Commemoration. Just a few days ago, the Nation reminded himself as he kept playing. One particular picture in view showed him with the rest of the Alpines back in Vaduz. A number of new, unfamiliar faces had joined the partnership over the years, but he still stood out alongside the two figures that started it all. Switzerland had long since grown more stubborn and stone-faced, although his blond hair
Doomsday RE: An Ocean of Flame AboveDoomsday RE: An Ocean of Flame AboveDoomsday RE: An Ocean of Flame Above1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Dying Nation's Eyes.
Somewhere near the Sopron Frontier. 1985.
The Nation found it difficult to tell what time of day it was. Then again, she was no longer certain of the actual date. The dark clouds and smell of decay had long since obscured any semblance of a natural cycle. All around her was an eerie silence, broken only by dust-laden wind and the increasingly erratic beating of her own heart. There had been a time when she still heard with some frequency the sounds of refugees muddling along towards the same sanctuary she was struggling to reach. Then again, perhaps fallout, starvation or the "Soviets" had already gotten to them months before. And against the endless protests in her head, she no longer had the power to do anything about it.
So this is the end of the world, huh ?! Elisaveta Héderváry sneered bitterly inside, only to force back a sharp jolt of pain streaming through her skele
1938 ~ A Historic Fic [Austria]In 1938 there was Anschluss.1938 ~ A Historic Fic [Austria]1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Roderick stood before the Aryan man. A balding man with a funny mustache stood next to Germany on Roderick's porch.
"Why should I go with you?"
"Because I am superior at taking command." Germany put his shoulders back, the red badge on his uniform bulging out. "Command of what?" Austria thought.
"Then why is one of my children your master?" Roderick retorted as Germany bristled, an inkling of anger flashing in his eyes. But the Führer smiled. He glanced at the tall blonde nation.
Ludwig sighed. "Do you accept my proposal of friendship?" He stuck out his hand, more like a threat than an offer.
"You want me to live with you." he didn't voice it as a question because he didn't need an answer.
Ludwig gave a curt nod. "Yes. It would be advantageous for both of us." The short man twisted his lips into a grin, nodding his brown hair in approval.
"Both of us? There won't be both of us. I'll lose my identity as soon as I enter your house."
Silence passed b
An American Twilight - Doomsday PrologueAn American Twilight: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Nation's EyesAn American Twilight - Doomsday Prologue2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Undisclosed location outside Washington D.C. 26 September 1983.
"Mr. Jones?" one of the military officers in the control room muttered, his voice barely audible amidst the alarms. "NORAD...their last transmission said that there's no way to stop the nukes."
Damn you, Ivan... America sneered in his head he attempted give an assuring, though somber smile. "How much time do we have, Captain Richards?"
"About 10 minutes at most, sir. Possibly less. President Reagan should be far out of D.C. by now. But I can't say the same for everyone..."
The middle-aged man kept droning on in forced professionalism as the panic all around them gradually turned to exhausted, silent resignation. Before them, the screens displayed ominously glowing lines and dots moving ever closer to their targets. As Alfred tried to straighten out the bomber jacket he still had on over his suit, he recalled something on what his s
An Alpine Dawn - Doomsday Prologue FINAL Ver.An Alpine Dawn: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale Through a Nation's EyesAn Alpine Dawn - Doomsday Prologue FINAL Ver.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere in Burgenland. 1983.
Sweating under the bulky combat overalls that formed his radiation suit, Switzerland wearly made his way towards a large, nondescript tent nestled away from the main encampment. Yet even from here, his ears sensed the familiar sounds of gunfire echoing from the distance. While above him, the sky had taken on a dreary, almost monotone grey even if it was only 2:00 PM. What remained of the invading Soviet leaders had called for a cease-fire a while back, he recalled. Though it was clear the Austrians had no intention of leaving any enemy standing on their soil alive. Not after they glassed Vienna.
Then again, he couldn't blame them. It had only been weeks since the nuclear warheads first started flying. All communication with the outside world was gone as EMP fried most of their signals and electricity. One didn't have to be neutral or a military expert to figure out t
The Last Minutes to Midnight: Doomsday 1983The Last Minutes to Midnight: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through many Nation's Eyes.The Last Minutes to Midnight: Doomsday 19832 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere in Washington D.C.
Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm,
I know; It's been comin' for some time.
The stereo kept blaring in the background as Alfred tried to relax. There was nothing much on TV that he didn't already know about, even with those new cable channels propping up. Just another September day of going about the usual business, though it seemed longer than usual. Must be the paperwork again, he convinced himself while grabbing a can of soda. The Nation could have blamed it on Russia again, like he usually did lately. But this time, the thought seemed far too close to something nagging in his head.
From his window however, everything seemed to go on as normal, the White House just down the corner. While some were no doubt tourists, the embodiment knew many of the pedestrians just as he can sense every single one of his people. Contra
Right beneath the mask : Prologue Beneath the mask : PrologueRight beneath the mask : Prologue9 months ago in Sketches More Like This
" Your cell is in construction so we will place you in another one , so while we escort you don't try anything funny " threatened a guard . SCP 2000 a.k.a Rosie got up from the van and followed a pair of guards armed with guns . Rosie perfectly knew this place , she heard many stories about it . Funny really how she used to laugh about it but now SHE was standing right on the first footstep to the foundation . The door automatically opened revealing the grey halls and a series of tubes inside the building . Rosie looked around . So many hallways , cells and cabinets ! She never imagined this place would be so BIG ! Finally they came to a halt . There before her was a small cell like any other but Rosie felt shivers run down through her cold spine as her dark swollen eyes fell on the label . It was a portrait of a human with a bird mask . It seemed it was dressed as a 15 - 16 century plague doctor . But something about those ghostly eyes
I'm HerePain had been anticipated. Death, however, hadn't.I'm Here4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The afternoon sky, normally a lovely calming blue, had become choked with black smoke and blazing embers. Ash and shrapnel rained down as building after building collapsed, shaking the ground and sending splinters and nails flying like bullets. True bullets had long since been abandoned, and now everyone, civilian and soldier, enemy and ally alike were merely scrambling to escape the destruction of the city.
Roderich, however, lay still and silent on the ground. His body had been mercilessly beaten, covered in bruises, burns, and blood, and his will to escape had long since died in his heart. He now focused on keeping his attention from the pain in his body, as well as away from the screams of his people being crushed or smothered by the hell his city had become. A particularly thunderous crash shook his body agonizingly and he choked, spewing an impressive amount of blood from his throat and broken nose. He breathed shakily, unable to
LunacyThings that make people insane,Lunacy10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
According to etymology:
1. The moon.
2. Owning a uterus.
Die deutsche Passion english translationDie deutsche Passion english translation1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Uwe Lammler
We live in tribes, where strife and envy
From the edge of history cries out for fratricide
We dream in forests with dense foliage,
In the fog and below the silence of the Rauhnacht,
We reign in legends, sung from far away,
Noone penetrates in the glow of our Sun Fire
And lately became a name our taint and reward
But even our becoming was always passion.
The wall of the Romans cut through our land,
The West and the South supported the enemy
And bought from outside with good profit
Amber and various household items made of tin,
But even the tamed in the Roman state,
Thought about renunciation and vile treachery,
Wakes up in the Cherusci the old teutonic spirit,
Varus will become the victim of the German passion.
Who doesn´t avoid horror, should be warned,
Death won´t be longer a suffering, the death will be passion,
Who stays close to the source, who gives birth to life,
Laughs at the fools who adorn shamefully themselves,
Barbar, which was meant a
HetaliaXReader ''Choose your Destiny'' - Ch.1HetaliaXReader ''Choose your Destiny'' - Ch.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Introduction.
'Close your eyes, breathe deeply, feel the calm and tranquillity that surrounds you. Now open your eyes and see the clear and cloudless blue sky that spreads over your being. Note the cool green grass under your bare feet and let the wind gently guide your body in a delicate dance on your little piece of paradise. The cheerful trill of a nightingale in the distance reaches your ears as if it was singing along to you, the crystal clear waters calm your thirst better than any other and you can notice the different scents of the flowers around you. All your senses are filled with this paradise, touch, sight, smell, taste and hearing. Fill your body and mind of this peace...'
"Ve~, are you sleeping bella?"
The sudden impact of that voice in her ears brought back to [Name] of her fantasy world. She opened her eyes and saw that she remained in the same noisy and chaotic World Conference.
Yes, because [Name] was the personification of a country, like the other
What Is Existence Someone Please Tell MeThe cashier who sold me salted peanuts says "dead animal can swim." She looks at her hands. But dead animal can't swim. It's buried in beauty and beauty floats through the air. Maybe you can bury beauty in a balloon and tie it to a mailbox. "I don't know" says the cashier while she smells the dead animal that is dead inside of her. "There is no time for these questions when there is living fire that does not yet live here." So we set to burning the gas station. We run away. We run up a hill to where music is handing out free emotions with no memories. The cashier climbs in through music's translucent body and becomes its memory. Together we sing you are not lonely, you are not lonely, you are not lonely while stars fall down through beauty and salt the burnt earth.What Is Existence Someone Please Tell Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
AA 26when i grow up,AA 262 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not everything will be beautiful.
we, us, you and me, they won't be simple terms
but more like impossible math problems where
x= you and y= me,
z is all the times i have to derail a train
of thought, m is the number of times
i wish you were my last first kiss
and we'll throw n in there as that one
variable we don't fucking know
that keeps us from equaling us.
we'll end up making a very dangerous alphabet soup,
but leave out the vowels, they always tasted rather bitter
when we were children and i doubt that will change
in any future. i'll tell you a secret,
happiness can be a rather deceptive bitch,
especially when we become math problems,
statistics, numbers. but secrets, they fall
on deaf ears because you never listen,
and you never change
so i'll just sit here and paint my toes
various bright colors you always hated
while you learn the names of girls in movies
and business management, but don't worr
Deutsche Heimat english translationDeutsche Heimat english translation1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Father, a clue is prowling me. Certainly it was not always easy with me.
With my mind I always wanted through the wall, about many things we think different now,
I have recognized so much. But from everything I did, I do not regret one thing.
My deeds and actions for Germany, my duty. It is our home, we should preserve it, protect it.
We must remember where we came from and who we once were.
German homeland - German song, German language - my God I´m so reverent.
German youth - German honor, it´s sometimes hard to love Germany still.
German ideals and German spirit - German history, which is torn apart.
But I stand still loyal to you, as I hope you my Germany to me.
There were plenty of discussions, yes. Gone are the days and many years.
House searches, and we were criminalized. You thought surely I had lost my way.
But no, my father, no it is not like that. It was also at that time, as now, about Germany,
the duty from all of us. It is not easy to take
Unser Kaiser KarlUnser Kaiser Karl2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Karl der Fünfte war ein Kaiser
Nicht nur des Heiligen Reiches
Sondern von ganz Europa
's gab ein Ziel in seinem Herzen
Niemand konnte das ausmerzen
's war sein ganzes Leben da
Von der Krone von Kastilien
Vom Thron Wiens und Norditaliens
Glänzt' sein Schild über das Land
Uns're Herzen wußten alle,
Nie und nimmer wird es fallen
Ja, er reichte uns die Hand
Der Doppeladler stand so stolz
Doch da gab's auch eine Allianz
Am goldenen Horizont
Erst die Lilien und die Schlüssel
Und die Löwen mit den Flügeln,
Dann die Fahne mit dem Mond
Karl der Fünfte war ein Kaiser
Für das Reich in allen Kreisen
Hat er nur den Fried'n geliebt
Das war der Habsburgische Traum
Bei Wien, bei Pavia und Rom
Stand der Adler unbesiegt
the science of sleep.i don't sleep anymore. or at least i don't think i do. it's one of those things i stopped keeping track of like the number of words that make my mother cry (cancer, lists). if i'm being honest, i stopped sleeping (maybe) around the time i started thinking in a series of parentheses.the science of sleep.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
because i don't sleep, my arteries demand too much air (oxygen, clean) from the space outside my window. i make my room my heart, cold. it fills with a wind only bricks can breathe, an ice only soil is willing to withstand. i am winter's soul.
the world becomes a different place when you stop noticing sound (mute, black and white film) and start noticing every movement your bones, your muscles and the acid in your organs make. you start twisting your spine to imitate the birds spreading through the branches like cancer and you force your fingers to bend in unnatural angles to stop the shaking. but aren't we all just mocking birds (mockingbirds)?
when you stop sleeping, your body becomes the experiment and y
The Meaning of a Hug: Spain and ReaderThe Meaning of a Hug: Spain and Reader: For PurpleFlowerRibbons Contest:The Meaning of a Hug: Spain and Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's not like you didn't like hugs. You liked giving them not receiving them. It seemed that some people had no sense of personal space. Hugging goodbye or hello and a thank you hug were fine, even an occasional you're awesome hug, but only from people you knew. Yet strangers hugging you, co-workers, even hugs from your over affectionate boyfriend, Antonio, was crossing the comfort zone line.
Yes, as strange as it seemed, you didn't like getting hugs from Antonio. He just did it so often, hello, goodbye, no reason, or just because he was bored. And the way that he hugged everyone like that almost took away the importance and meaning that was actually behind a hug. It was even more annoying when he was hanging out with his Trio group and all of them insisted on getting hugs. Hugs from him had started to get uncomfortable, awkward, and meaningless. And that's when you started to think your relationship w
Clown and Crow"Science nerd alert!" Joker shouted, opening the door to the lab without acknowledging the "WARNING: CHEMICALS AT USE" sign.Clown and Crow2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jonathan Crane tried not to cringe as he adjusted the settings on a big machine connected to a 6-foot tube of murky blue liquid. "Go away Joker, I don't want you in my laboratory."
Joker skipped over and looked at what Crane was doing. "Oh, I'll be good, I promise." He muttered, obviously not meaning at all what he said.
Jonathan glared at him from over the rim of his black glasses. "Don't. Touch. Anything."
Joker smirked, but held in a wave of laughter, standing tall and at attention. Jonathan glared at him a while longer before cranking a wheel on the side of the machine and watching a green substance slowly flow into the blue liquid in the giant test tube.
"Grandma's old recipe?" Joker asked, clearing his throat slightly. Jonathan made a face at him. "What?"
"Fear toxin, I meant." Joker grinned. "Lighten up Jonny." He hit the back of Crane's head good-naturedl