a soldier and his prince(ss) chapter 7a soldier and his prince(ss) chapter 71 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Moving through the water Kowalski gasped for air as he broke the surface of the river. Ducking back underwater, Kowalski swam towards the shore only coming up to breath as his feet touched the dirt under the water. Trudging up and out of the river Kowalski shook his body to rid himself of as much water as he could. Turning he watched as a moment later Marlene broke the surface of the water and moved out of the river her own fur shedding the water that clung to it. Moving over to Kowalski Marlene spoke. “so how do you want to do this?” Kowalski shrugged and looked at the forest in front of them. “we can't go through the trees. They thin out after a few hundred feet. We’ll have to go it on foot. Come on.” Marlene nodded and fell in line behind Kowalski as they began to walk through the forest. Walking along a worn path Kowalski’s eyes never stopped moving. Scanning the surrounding area and the trees above them for possible enemies.
Suicide is NOT the answer I don't get the point of suicide. I understand people get depressed, bullied, and whatever. But why do they resort to suicide? I find that it's a permanent solution to a temporary problem. There are ways to get help with depression. The bullies can be stopped. And if you feel as if you're completely alone, you aren't. You have friends who care. If they don't for whatever reason, it's their loss. Oh, you've had your heart broken beyond repair? That doesn't mean go off and kill yourself. Everyone has had their heart broken to some degree at some point. But there are ways to heal from a broken heart. So don't give up. On life, love, or yourself. You will find a way to get out of whatever problems you face. So hold your head high and don't seek 'the easy way out.' Suicide is not the answer. EVER!Suicide is NOT the answer1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Ignore this.......Standing on the edge I'm no longer afraid to look down. The idea of that far drop excites me. I can hardly contain the sound that escapes me, it sounds strange and unnatural. I haven't laughed like this in such a long time. I feel free almost weightless as if I could fly. Maybe I can. Standing here I feel all past fears and worries slip away from me and fly into the wind blowing strongly against my body. All those words that were said, even the words that weren't said they all fly away. Maybe the wind will carry the pain back to those who gave it so freely. I take another step and my toes hang over the side of the cliff. All thoughts seem to escape me as my body starts a slow descent. The wind feels like Heaven, a place I know I'll never see. My final though before meeting the rocks that stand strong below me, "I still love him, ... but now I'm free."Ignore this.......1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hindrance of Writers Block Story ideas raced through my head. They raced through so fast that I couldn't keep up. I couldn't grasp a single thought before it vanished through my minds fingers. And I hate it. But what could I do? I have no control over what the thoughts did. One thing I hoped was that the thoughts would stop racing soon. I also hoped that the writers block that was stationed in my head would take a permeant vacation. Never to return and hinder me from one thing I love doing. Writing. And when it does finally take that vacation, I'll be beyond thrilled.Hindrance of Writers Block1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The little princes,You almost would've been eight todayThe little princes,1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is what I realized with my birthday drawing so near
You probably still would've been the little princes
You were back then
Dancing around in pink dresses and annoy your sister
I used to be a big sister
A thought that seemed so surreal
A though that never felt as my own
I'm still not entirely sure what to feel
Your death wasn't my wound to heal
Your birthday is still a silent day
As if the entire world stopped turning for a moment
Your voice has faded from my mind
Only this picture I can remember you by
That little girl,
Once dancing through the living room
Singing along with the most horrid songs
The child of my parents
That loved her big sister
But I could never love you back.
ForgivenessForgiveness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sat in this corner,
For all to see,
This weak little monster,
That i call me.
I hide in the shadows,
Only show the the good,
In the hope you won't shine a light,
On all that is hidden around.
I skulk in the darkness,
I hide my pain.
I show you my laughter,
As my tears fade away.
In the hope of redemption,
I only show what is good,
Like the monster i am,
I keep drawing blood.
Although i beg for forgiveness,
Although i am on my hands and knees,
It's all for nothing,
This hiding and lying.
For although i may do good,
And beg all around for you to accept my apology,
How can some one ask,
And expect forgiveness,
When they have not even forgiven themselves?
Heaven Bound "No, please, don't do this!" I exclaim, tears filling my eyes.Heaven Bound1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"We both know how this will end," he reminded me.
With this argument, I had no counter-argument. I knew as well as he did that this was going to happen. As it did every night I stayed with him. Which was quite often as of late. Anyways, he took my nightgown off as well as my underwear. He then laid me on my back on the bed. Before he joined me, he made a show of taking off his pants and boxers. Where he discarded them on the floor. His shirt came off next and it to was thrown on the floor.
He then moved to hover over me as the shirt landed on the floor. When he was hovering over me, he spread my legs and pushed his hard cock into me. I whimpered as he molested me. Hard. After he finally finished, he got up and gathered his clothes and left. Leaving myself to cry myself to sleep. As what always happened.
I woke with a start. I placed a hand over my eyes to feel tears trickling down my cheeks. The dream
Friday Night There is the gentle rise and fall of my chest as I breathe. I don't want to listen to the song that's playing on the radio, but I don't want to change the station in the middle of the song. It'd be rather rude, I reckon; I'd hate to stop him before he's said what he's had to say. I feel like maybe I owe him that respect as an entertainer, even if I don't exactly fancy him much. At the moment, I'm lying on my bed upside down, my head and arms dangling from the side. The blood is rushing to my head in a panic, and my vision goes black. It annoys me a little, I was trying to figure out what the odd cluster of freckles on my wrist looked like. I can't see, and my head feels like it's full of sand, so I sit up.Friday Night1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I sit, criss-cross-apple-sauce on the rumpled covers, my hand held in my lap. They look like fragile broken birds. The only light in the room comes from my lamp, a white lamp with black sharpie scribbles. While s
The Wonder of Music My fingers began to itch with anticipation as I moved the piano stool out so I could take a seat. Once I was comfortable, my fingers hovered over the keys briefly. My eyes fluttered closed as I began playing. I let the world around me disappear as I allowed the music to fill me. The notes, literally and figuratively, swelled around me as they were played.The Wonder of Music1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The music seemed to write itself as I continued. As I played, everything turned slow and melancholy. Several beats pass before the piece morphed into something happy and upbeat. Several more beats pass before the piece changed once more. This time, it morphed into something dark and dramatic.
As the piece morphed one final time, this time into something romantically spine tingling, the sound of a violin gracefully joined in. I didn't open my eyes for risk of losing the affect the music was creating for me. So I just smiled as the music encompassed me in it's melod
Doktorspiele 9Als Bruce am nächsten Morgen erwachte, blieb er noch fast eine halbe Stunde im Bett liegen, drehte sich herum und ließ den gestrigen Tag Revue passieren.Doktorspiele 91 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alles in allem war es eigentlich gut verlaufen, fand er.
Sicher, er hätte sich gewünscht, dass Tony nicht unbedingt dieses Video in die Hände gefallen wäre; andererseits herrschte dadurch jetzt Klarheit zwischen ihnen und Bruce wusste nicht, ob er sich getraut hätte es ohne Ansporn zur Sprache zu bringen.
So gesehen war es vielleicht sogar ganz gut, dass Jarvis sich nicht an ihre Vereinbarung gehalten hatte.
Jetzt fand er den Gedanken, dass Tony sich zu seiner kleinen Livevorführung amüsiert hatte gar nicht mehr so abwegig.
Immerhin war Tony bekannt dafür nicht gerade zimperlich auf diesem Gebiet zu sein und wenn Bruce ehrlich war - er hätte es anders herum wahrscheinlich genauso gemacht.
Er rollte sich auf den Bauch und grinste ins Kissen.
Jetzt wo der erste Schock über die neuesten Entwicklungen verflogen war, konnte er das Gefühl b
unknown names carry more meaning unknown names carry more meaningunknown names carry more meaning1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Shadows , The Shadows
They Dance across my mind
The Shadows They Whisp Into
My Otherwise Unfathomable Mind
Running chapter 27----Pauls POV-----Running chapter 271 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'M GAY YOU FUCKING MORON!!!!" he shouted at me.
I was dumbstruck. Did he just say what I thought he said? No, it couldn't be. Ryan was as straight as a ruler. He was always flirting with fan girls. It couldn't have all been an act....could it?
"W...what did you say?" I stuttered.
He sighed and looked away. Ryan looked as if he hadn't meant to say what he did. What was happening?!
"Rosie figured it out and has been helping me understand it and not hate myself for it." He explained.
After a long moment, I spoke again.
"Why didn't you tell us?" I asked so confused. We could have helped him.
Ryan scoffed and shook his head.
"If you'd seen the things I have...." he paused, "You wouldn't have told anyone either."
"What'd you mean?"
Ryan looked as if he were going to cry. What happened to him?
"When I was in college," Ryan began, "I came out to my roommate. He said that he was fine with it, that it didn't matter to him." I nodded, signaling him to continue, "The next day
One Second (Story #2, Chapter 3)Chapter ThreeOne Second (Story #2, Chapter 3)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wake with a start, confused at the unfamiliar location. I'm sitting on a bench in a hallway, my head on Ky's shoulder and his arm around my waist. His head rests against the wall, his eyes closed and breathing deep. All the events from today come crashing back in one giant wave. My brother is gone, forever. The balance will now shift at home. It used to be him and me against our parents; two against two. Now it's just me. It's not like my parents will notice or anything. But for me, the absence will be a huge, undeniable hole in my life; one that can never be replaced.
I begin to shake with fear and my breaths start to quicken. I can't do this. I can't do this alone. How am I supposed to do this? Ky begins to stir and he slowly lifts his head, blinking his blue eyes a few times before looking at me. Immediately he's asking if I'm okay, if I need anything, if he should go get someone. I almost laugh. No I'm not okay. I'm alone and lost and scared. So terribly scared. Ky
Seeing White.She sits with her back against the wall,Seeing White.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She outlooks the stars from her window.
something sharp catches the light.
She looks at the moon.
A ghost of a smile graces her face.
She looks at the moon and raises her hand.
With her hand, she leaves a trace of her crimson ribbon,
and tries to tie it around the moon,
the very same,
so that she may take it with her to
This is the Moment (Chapter 32) Shyloh loaded the overflow of suitcases and stuff into her car before snatching Damian for the ride up. Mac didn't allow Lily to drive it still being so soon after her incident so she sat with Emmet in the back.This is the Moment (Chapter 32)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lily was tired, so she leaned on Emmet and curled up. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and squeezed them, kissing the side of her head gently. Everyone settled in the car and was happy.
"What do you want to do? We've got at least an hour to kill," Lily said.
"We could always watch a make-out session," Mac teased, smirking at Lily in the rearview mirror.
"Mackenzie David Thomas, you take that back now or I'll have to tell the story of the one time you-"
"Fine! Fine, I take it back," Mac sighed. "Excuse me for trying to move the romantic process along." Lily blushed and leaned back
Give love a second chance CH.3Ch.3Give love a second chance CH.31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up to the sound of my door opening.
"Thar?..." I heard someone whisper my name.
" Tharangi are you awake?"
"Mhmm huh?" Was all I could muster up to say. I'm pretty sure those pills made me high and totally not in control of my body.
"Tharangi can I talk to you?"
"I'm not awake," I said half-asleep. I could here him walking closer to my bed. Why was he here?!
" You were just talking to me!" he said kinda irritated.
This kinda made me mad. I finally turned around and hissed " Shut up you idiot! People are trying to sleep."
I opened my eyes fully to see Chase with no shirt, in his boxers. My eyes roamed over his perfectly toned abs. I looked over him until my eyes locked with his. He knew I was looking him over. He gave me his signature smirk that made me want to snap his head off, as soon as I saw it.
I covered my eyes with my hand and put my other hand up to cover his body.
"Oh,God!Go put on some clothes!"
Chronicle, Phase 6They moved around a lot, targeting crummy and damp motels to spend their nights. Dean payed, Cas would stare. Nobody asked questions, nobody gave funny looks or suspicious raised eyebrows. What they did during the day all the fighting and investigating and retaining a low profile despite the news headlines crawling with bold print of a deranged serial killer on the loose- was wrapped up and forgotten in what they did late at night on scratchy sheets.Chronicle, Phase 61 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cas could sense Dean growing more and more troubled and progressively on edge. He looked rough: his hair constantly looking as though it had never been introduced to a cut-and-blow-dry; his complexion as dire as Cas'. He was as aggressive and as intimidating as a police hound to everyone who crossed his path, even the clients he met with to arrange trades for the formula components. But he let Cas see that fear. Some nights he'd sit at the foot of his narrow and uncomfortable single bed, head in his hands and either tears on his face
Chronicle, Phase 4They drove for a long time.Chronicle, Phase 41 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The night sliced past the Impala's window like a hostile predator and the traffic though the scattered few there were- held no prisoners. Dean kept his worryingly dry eyes firmly fixed on the small patches of road illuminated by the car's headlights that lay ahead. He had only been awake a few hours but it felt like days.
The Impala was packed with its usual weaponry; an assortment of maps that detailed both local areas and the whole continent; all the food and bottles from the fridge including pork scratchings and beef jerky for Cas and strong beer for the driver; enough clothes to wash and wear and the most money Dean could squander that was in hard cash.
The journey had been in silence: long and solid and awkwardly stretched out. Cas sat in the passenger's seat, a crinkled bag of jerky secured between his knees, daring to take glances at Dean every now and again. The smell of him, the feeling of him this close made IT gurgle happily, hungrily. IT ha
Unexpected The castle held many a passage. Only, there was one I wasn't allowed to enter. I had always wondered what lay down that passage. But never had the courage to enter it. As I was standing in front of the passage, my father happens to walk past. We stare at each other about a minute. He then walks past and out of sight. I sigh as I head in the opposite direction of my father. As I walked to my chambers, a thought crossed my mind. I would explore that forbidden passage tonight.Unexpected1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I reached my chambers, I began plotting my 'adventure' of sorts. I already knew it would have to be after everyone retired to bed. As my ladies maid brought me my dinner, I asked her to bring me a map of the castle. Once it was in my hand, I traced the route I would take to get there. There was a passage that led me by my parents chambers and I knew that I would have to avoid that one at all costs. For my parents had guards that stand watch just outside their door
Oblivion.As my eyes slip closed,Oblivion.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I focus on the thought
of feeling happiness
Swimming Lessons with David Morse "David, I'm scared," I complain.Swimming Lessons with David Morse1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"There is nothing to be scared of," he calmly stated, stepping into the pool.
"But, what if I drown?" I ask.
"Simple, I won't let you my love," he answered like it was no big deal.
I sighed as I took that first step to get into the pool. I let my feet adjust to the cold water. Once adjusted, I took another step. And then another. Until I was standing on the floor of the pool. the water came to my waist. David waded over to me and held out his hand. Which I clasped tightly in my own. He chuckled softly as he gently pulled me to him. Where he placed his free hand around my waist.
"Okay Gabby, the first step in learning to swim is the ability to float," he told me.
"How do I do that?" I ask.
"Come away from the steps a bit," he instructed as he led me aways out.
MercySheldon had a problem. He was a scientist with a very stable job, a roof over his head, a steady income, and a girlfriend. What could be wrong with that? See, it was his one-year anniversary, and he had no idea what to do. Every time he tried doing something romantic, it ended horribly with Amy (his girlfriend) mad at him. Granted, he couldn't really do romantic, but he tried and didn't that count? Evidently not.Mercy1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The night started off nicely enough champagne, dinner. A friend had come in and Sheldon invited him to join them. Amy was not amused. She refused to talk to either of them and looked away. The friend finally left, and Sheldon was at a loss. Why was Amy mad? He hadn't done anything wrong had he?
Amy had stood. "Sheldon, you either say something meaningful and from the heart, or you and I are done." Sheldon's face went pale at that. No more Amy? This was the situation facing him. He took a deep breath.
"All right. Please," he begged. Amy nodded, giving mercy and wa
MementoThe little, copper child-bot was sitting on the Edgar Estate’s steps. She was watching the clouds as her processor whirled. She was waiting for someone. Always waiting.Memento1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She hadn’t seen the sweet old man in quite some time. It worried her, but she didn’t know enough about the human in order to check up on him, so every day at 10 o’clock Hummer waited for him to arrive.
The older fellow had left a special memento with her to keep safe. He had said that he would pick it up in a couple days, and had instructed Hummer to never open it. She had followed his instructions carefully because no other living person had given her important rules to abide by with their objects, however, it had been well over a month and he had still not shown up.
Her other customers came and went. Some were delivering the pay they owed for that month, and others were just retrieving their things. In spite of this, Hummer had continued to sit there every morning at 10 o’clock watch
At Night, a Child Asks of DeathAt Night, a Child Asks of Death1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At night, a child asks of death
So right, and yet we take a breath
To tell her once, to tell her twice
To tell her nothing would suffice
"Don't ask me here. Don't ask me now."
But still, they ask us anyhow
To rid the monsters on the wall
And say that nothing's there at all
At night, I watch my baby sleep
It seems her prayers are in His keep
But Mommy's fears are not at rest
Poor Mommy's heart must face the test
To keep her baby safe and warm
There must be winds before the storm
Until the heavens take a breath
And children ask no more of death