FFM: The Wandering FireThe wandering fire danced through the streets, flickering, silver quick, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. Some said it was the souls of the dead passing from one world to the next. In a city as large as this the deaths were high enough to account for the frequent appearances of the otherworldly flames that cavorted down the narrow streets in the night.FFM: The Wandering Fire3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rask waited in the shadow of a window ledge, his narrow frame curved into the twisted branch of a Hedya tree; its flowers already open to the moonlight and releasing the heady scent for which they were famed. This was a wealthy compound, all delicate lattice work and intricate stone archways, an exploration of colour and geometric patterns, all muted by the shadows of the night.
In his belt he had the knife, specifically given to him by his employer for this task. It was an unusual request, very personal. Rask tried not to involve himself in the intricacies of such things. He was merely useful to these people, and in his line of
i'll wipe your tears away.my veins arei'll wipe your tears away.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with cyanide and happiness and
you can't make me
i fell asleep thinking it
thursday but it was friday and
i didn't wake up
until sunday after-
noon and we sang.
and how are
these conformists finding
our hiding places and
the secrets of our
minds, we can't hide.
so we dance in the streets from mid-
night till dawn and we
swore we'd never be
Hoodie's Guide to OCsHoodie's Guide to OCsHoodie's Guide to OCs5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Welcome! I'm Hoodie. You can probably tell from my journals and such that I don't care for Livejournal 'badfic 'sporks (I don't mind the plastic ones you eat with, though), self-proclaimed' 'Mary Sue hunters' and flamers. Often what these guys go after is subjective at best (If it's female and gets too friendly with a canon character it's a Sue) and very much swayed by personal taste. I'm not going to say Sues don't exist, but we don't need to be condemning people for it; writing a Sueish character is not the eighth deadly sin, folks. It's something that a lot of beginning writers do.
Don't expect to write perfectly on your first try. Nobody can do that. But if you're willing to take criticism (constructive civil criticism not 'your story sucks get off the internet') then you're on the right track.
Still, I'm going to warn y
Day ThreeThe water's hot. Too hot, really. It prickles the back of my neckDay Three4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
and shoulders, tapping out a mindless percussion on my spine. It's not
enough, though. Not nearly enough to drown out my thoughts or
sear them from my skin, but I'm giving it my best shot. I think I've been
here for the better part of an hour. My fingertips have shriveled into soft,
pink prunes and my hair sticks to my cheeks and back, all curly and dark
with gold tips.
I didn't think college would be so difficult, but the truth is that I'm
completely overwhelmed and I'm beating a hasty retreat. At least here it's
warm and it feels safe. At least here I can pretend that I'm not crying, that
it's only the water coursing down my cheeks. Tears would mean to defeat,
and I can't admit it, even to myself.
Somebody tears the shower curtain aside. My heart leaps uncomfortably,
but when I look up, any shout of indignation I might have mustered sticks
in my throat.
It's so quiet I can hear the rubber snick
GoodbyeGoodbye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm scared to fall in love,
All i get is filthy lies,
I give 100%,
And all i get are drunk nights and hasty explanations.
All your words have been a game.
I thought there was something here.
I thought this was real.
I fell in love,
With a person who i didn't trust.
Look at where i am now.
Singing in the rain,
Singing about my pain.
Wishing everything was clear.
The rain pours down,
I took a chance on you.
You said you loved me,
But now i know the truth.
I thought i had nothing to loose,
You stood there with open arms,
I saw my dreams, i saw a life.
You took it away with one swift slice.
You took my dreams.
You stole my hope.
You weakened me,
Before killing all i was.
But i stand here today,
Singing out loud for the whole world to hear.
To tell you you haven't beaten me.
I'm alive, I'm proud.
Because i had the strength to tell you Goodbye
Up All Night:One Direction-Chapter 6- Save Me!By the time Louis came, everyone was gone. Selfish assholes. Yes, I swear,and I only swear when I'm mad, like I am right now.Up All Night:One Direction-Chapter 6- Save Me!3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Fuck, Louis!" I cried, "Couldn't you have come faster!? I feel like shit, and I might as well die, right here and now." I glared at him.
I feel bad for him, now. He's seen the sweet me, but now he has to face the bitchy mean. Meep. Yes, I said it. Meep! Lol.
Louis picked me up, and started walking back to our flat, apartment, thing. Gah, I'm so out of it, right now. Juliet if you legit don't leave my head, I'm killing myself, before you kill me.
Woah, did I seriously just think about killing myself. I was turning into Juliet. I wonder if Paris and Romeo and talking to Louis and Harry. That must stuck. What about everyone else? This was so confusing. Why did I have to be Juliet, reincarnated. This is just horrid.
I wrapped my arms around Louis' neck, and pressed my face against his neck; my lips were pressed agsinst his neck. Oops, but right now, I don't care. J
Up All Night:One Direction-Chapter 2- Concert TimeBy the time I woke up, Melody was already dressed and ready to go. She was the one that woke me up, as well. I was a bit shocked, well she must be really excited, like I am.Up All Night:One Direction-Chapter 2- Concert Time3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I run to my closet, giggling. I quickly take off my pj's and put on a black pair of skinny jeans and a red, stripped shirt, which might have been a dress; I wouldn't wear it as a dress, anyway. I spun around, smiling. I turn to Melody, who was putting on make-up.
I shook my head; make-up was never my thing. It makes a girl look uglier, than prettier, in my opinion. Plus, I want a guy who loves me with his heart, not his eyes. I grab my chapstick, which is the closest to make-up I can get, and put a layer of Sprite chapstick on my lips.
Before, Melody finished with plastering herself with make-up, I grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the car. The posters were already in the car; we wouldn't want to forget those, now would we?
I pushed her into the passenger's seat. Closing the door, I act a pout escaping her lips.
First Time Around: JapanxReader ~IIFirst Time Around: JapanxReader ~II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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A/n: Continuing from where last picked off with that god-awful kissing scene~
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After that awkward tension between you and Honda,you sat back in your chair,alone since Xiao Mei left a few minutes ago escorted by Honda.
"That jerk. Who the hell kisses someone like that for no reason whatsoever,just for some damn sub mat?!",you stared angrily at your cup of coffee and watched the steam. "Seriously! He could just use a damn reference!!!" (but you were feeling flushed when you thought about it...)
You were seriously getting pissed at him by the seconds that kept ticking off. Even the clock seems to go against you. Your tired eyes wandered back down to the table,while you thought about what you've learned so far in your new job.
'I might not be able to get away from this stinking job now...and probably last two weeks at most before I start rethinking again. From what I've learned so far; the Sapphire editorial team is a bunch of weirdos or freaks that other teams try to avo
time withers (but i will not break)they say time withers, but that we would never bend. now, i'm not so sure. friendship once forged in fire is growing weak at the base and arthritic at the joints. love cast in steel is now rusted and stained, dissolving at the mere sight of the sun. i trusted you. i did. i wore my heart on my sleeve and bled my tongue from my mouth just to show you the truth of the matter. i swallowed the guilt until it threatened to chew away at the strings holding me up; until i woke up screaming, my lungs giving out in protest as i writhed between cotton sheets, teeth biting the pillow to suppress the next anguished cry threatening to rip from my throat. i did this, for us, for the friendship, for the future we all saw sitting on magnolia porches.time withers (but i will not break)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i was willing to take the thorn into my sides, take the blame upon my shoulders, hold the world between hands just to let this dream come true. but no longer. i am not this savage beast that you see when you look at me; i am not this weathered and dying tr
choices a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y zchoices5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
choose [your words] wisely.
Field Guide to Theater PestsField Guide to Theater Vermin (and how to eliminate them!)Field Guide to Theater Pests6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This is your friendly novelist turned nature guide, Virginia Shelley, corresponding. My previous documentary, on that strange species Homo sapiens fangirlus octavius, proved to be a smash hit, and I have since been asked to confront a problem common to all film enthusiasts: theater vermin.
In this documentary I shall hold forth on various subspecies of this notorious pest. Using the great superhero film, Spider-Man 2, as an example, I shall show you the distinguishing traits, mating calls, and markings of each subspecies of theater verminand how to combat an infestation.
dipshitus quadwallus yellus
Members of this subspecies of dipshit are compelled to shout painfully obvious advice at the characters on the screen, suffering under the delusion that the characters will listen and act accordingly.
Watch out Spidey, hes got some
Chapter 1 A One Direction Fan-FicSweet 16Chapter 1 A One Direction Fan-Fic2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A One Direction Fan-Fic
It was 8:00 when my alarm went off. I didn't want to wake up, I pressed the snooze button and tried to close my eyes. But, before I could close my eyes my mom screamed for me to get up. So I got up and went to my mirror door closet to get cloths. I picked out a cute white strapless dress with a white belt that was right on my hips and walked down the stairs. My mom was about to scream for me again but she closed her mouth when she saw me walking down the stairs. She made me bacon and my favorite type of pancakes double chocolate. "Happy Birthday Brookybear," my mom said in a happy mood which is creepy because she is never in a good mood. It was my 16th birthday and I was having this sleepover with my friends Sammy and Emma. We are going to party all day and all night, also stay up all night(see what i did there). But the one thing that was bad about my birthday was me missing my closest Harry, we known each other since we were i
Up All Night:One Direction-Chapter 1- The Start**NOTE** I edited this chapter. There were a few paragraphs added, but nothing major. When I told everyone I edit at the end, I lied. I thought I would but boredom changed my mind. lolol xxxUp All Night:One Direction-Chapter 1- The Start3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My fingers laced around my phone, smiling. Like every day, I'm checking Harry Style's Twitter for new updates. I scroll around, looking for something interesting and new. Nothing. A soft sigh escaped my lips.
It was rare catching a tweet from the boys at this time of day in Arizona. It was night in England, yet the boys rarely tweeted. I'd expect them to tweet mostly at night than morning, wouldn't you?! But I don't mind staying up late once in a while to catch a tweet and try to get them to notice me.
I scroll back up, pressing refresh. One new tweet. It was about One Direction's new tour. A smile danced across my face. I scream, tears of joy crawling down my cheeks. I quickly called my best friend, Melody.
"Melody," I shriek, "Three words!" I grinned, and started to run around in circle
Cahpter 2 A One Direction Fan-FicSeeing HimCahpter 2 A One Direction Fan-Fic2 years ago in Settings More Like This
A One Direction Fan-Fic
As I was taking the computer away from Louis, Brooke was yelling at him. I turned to see Brooke, Emma and Sammy waiting for the other boys to come. I just was staring at Brooke the whole time the lads and I were talking to the girls. Emma and Lou got along very well, they wouldn't stop talking to each other. I turn to Brookes' other friend and she wasn't talking at all, she seemed sad. I told the girls that we had to go and we gave each other our numbers so we can call and text each whenever we want. Once we ended the call, all the lads and I were just watching something stupid on the telly.
"What's wrong Harry," Louis questioned.
"It's just that I really fancy Brooke, but she has a boyfriend and I don't want to steal her from him."
"I didn't know she had a boyfriend, if I were in your situation I would know how you feel," Louis added.
The lads and I decided to go out and wander around France. We spent the rest of the day going
Up All Night:One Direction-Chapter 4- Now What?I slowly drift into a nice sleep. My mind was thinking about the Romeo and Juliet thing the little girl explained to me. Who was Romeo? Paris? Tybolt? Nurse? I know that Melody could definetly be Nurse. Romeo and Paris could be either Louis or Harry, I'm not sure yet. Montegue could be someone in Mangagement, same with Lady Montegue. Capulet is of course my father, Lady Capulet my mother. I wonder who could be Tybolt; maybe it could be one of the other boyos, Niall, Liam, or Zayn. What about Merticuto and Benvolio? Whoever isn't Tybalt could be them, I guess. Woah, who could be Rosaline? Oh god, I really hope she isn't in this Romeo and Juliet story. She could screw everything up. Damn.Up All Night:One Direction-Chapter 4- Now What?3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, I need to think about this more. Maybe watch their actions closer than ever, even though I already do. I'm a very dedicated Directioner, maybe a bit obsessed, even thought Louis doesn't think any of the fans are obsessed. Guess that might be changing.
An image began to appear in my head. The setti
Up All Night:1DFanFic:Chapter9:Secrets and Dangers"It's a secret, love." Louis told me.Up All Night:1DFanFic:Chapter9:Secrets and Dangers3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sighed, shaking my head. Now they're keeping secets from me. Great. Just great. Last time someone kept a secret from me, I was kidnapped. I swear, I'm going to get kidnapped again, and I'm gonna kick some ass this time.
Then, the horror of the last time I was kidnapped ran through my mind.
I was seventeen at the time, and all of this happened two years ago. I just came out of a night club, and someone behind me pressed a drugged cloth against my mouth and nose, and I passed out. When I woke up, someone stripped of my clothes and I was tied to a bed. The men come in with whips and knifes. What the hell did I do?
"It's payback Rose," the tall man with brown hair told me, smirking.
Ah. I remember him. His name was Jack. We were in love. I thought he was the one, but I was wrong. Jack was possesive and abusive. I started to dislike him when I found out. The day I broke up with him, Jack grabbed my wrist and slapped me. Jack grabbed my wris
Tale 2: Worlds in the AtticHe was very old by now. His long, white hair, uncut for fifteen years, was loosely spread all over the back of his coat. His shoulders were brought forward by age, his fingers weren't as deft as they had been. If there was one thing he was very happy for, it was that when he had started, he had used the higher shelves first. It meant he didn't have to climb steep, uncertain ladders all the time now.Tale 2: Worlds in the Attic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There were hundreds, thousands of jars and bottles and little tin boxes neatly stacked on the shelves, hung from the ceiling by thin chains or ropes, some small and precious glass containers brought together by ropes hanging from the ceiling like clusters of grapes or braided into garlic-like strands.
The man had wanted to be a writer, or a sculptor, or a painter, or some other sort of artist that could show all the worlds that lived inside people. A long time ago, he had understood the fact that he had no talent. It didn't affect him now. He was content to be nothing else but a keeper of w
Up All Night:One Direction-Chapter 3- Missing 1DA month has gone by, and all Melody and I do is watching anything One Direction related. Tears and snots were involved. We've looked like complete crap ever since the concert and the day Harry Styles, I repeat, Harry Sexyass Styles, saved my stupid butt.Up All Night:One Direction-Chapter 3- Missing 1D3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I could never forget that day. Ever. If it wasn't for Harry, I'd been in my grave, with people mourning. Harry was my savior, and I'll never be able to thank him, because.. you know.. He's a popstar. Just the thought of me never being able to thank Harry made my burst into tears.
I grabbed my iPhone, loggin on to twitter. The #MysteryGirl trend was still there, which is shocking. Trends never lasted this long. I read a few of the #MysterGirl tweets, noticing I was getting hate. There was even someone you made an account that was filled with hate. It hurts, yet I pity them. Must have no life.. Well I have no life. I'm sitting here crying why heart out, because I couldn't see One Direction anymore, and I can't thank Harry, ever. My must
Try. Try. Try.Try. Try. Try.Try. Try. Try.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We try to complete our mission in life,
Try to hold on.
Try to love.
We try to keep our fragile hearts beating,
Try to keep running.
Try to keep up.
We try to keep our heads up high.
Try to think straight.
Try to move on.
We try to see the beauty,
Try to see past.
Try to forget.
We try to work with what we have.
Try to be strong.
Try to find meaning.
We try to stick at it and never give up...
We try not to let these feelings take control,
Try not to cry.
Try not to lie.
We try not to let our vision become clouded,
Try not to worry.
Try not to look back.
We try not to let the loneliness overwhelm us,
Try not to hurt.
Try not to lose sight.
We try not to apologise constantly,
Try not to shout.
Try not to scream.
We try not to let fate take control,
Try not to bleed.
Try not to lose.
We try not to show our true inner feelings,
Try not to suffer.
Try not to die...
We try to force the blood from our veins,
Try to leave.
Try to say sorry.
We try to r
Number 2, Loveshe's selling bottledNumber 2, Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in metal containers
so she can
her love away.
everything she ever
w h w a o i n p s t e h e d e d
w h w a o i n p s t e h e d
w h w a o i n p s t e h e d
Deja VuUnknowing regret,Deja Vu6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep in dreams,
Predictions of failures
And faults to come,
Dwelling on the past,
The past dreams and insights,
Revelations and confusion,
Why I Laughed at His FuneralWas dull, as funeralsWhy I Laughed at His Funeral2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was nothing I could help, the sound of it
left me. And in the moving crowd of black
around collars and scarves and
the formless grays of our town
, bowel movement of black,
broken by a laugh, then two, then
a whole cascade. Who is to say
I wasn’t mad from knowing the truth
or wanting to, not knowing enough?
Bobby Sweethouse died
throwing himself off the school roof.
His mother was the first to collect his remains,
ashamed almost to see
all the mess her boy had made.
Many of my friends had said,
he deserved this for being a queer,
or something along those lines, I’m sure
they could pull whatever they wanted
from a long checklist of things to say,
or spit, or hurl. Words, after all, like these
are pre-prepared, ahead of time.
It wasn’t his fault for being outted.
Or born here, where the cruel earth fought
to make flowers shoot from the ground
only to be crushed by the lightning of words,
sneers, and stares.
I’d like to think he wasn