Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
An Old FriendDeath isn't a stranger,An Old Friend5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He follows me around.
Like a shadow.
One after another,
He steals everyone I know.
He lurks in the hospital rooms,
And at the cemetery gates.
He arranges deadly dates,
With his victims.
But death isn't a bad guy,
Just someone doing his job.
It hurts and I'll cry and sob
When my friends are all gone.
But all things must come to an end.
When your body is old and weary.
Death comes for you too.
And there's nothing you can do.
When death comes for me,
I'll go without a struggle.
Because it's not worth all the trouble,
Of trying to live forever.
I'll peacefully follow into the unknown.
And who knows,
Maybe I'll find you somewhere.
And we could finally fall asleep.
With our minds at ease.
grim tales christmas part 4Alright, alright heres part 4grim tales christmas part 47 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I floated through the portal feeling cozy and uncomfortable at the same time. Why did I feel like this? I can almost swear its coming from Minnie.
But it all went away as soon as I reached the other side of the portal. I looked down at Minnie, she had fallen asleep that fast. I looked around it looked like we landed in a kitchen. A very familiar one at that too. There was a purple chandelier and a simple commercial kitchen.
Minnie Minnie wake up, were here. I tried to say soft enough it would wake her.
*yawn* just five more minutes brother. she said and used my arm like a pillow, I felt myself blush a little.
cmon we got to say hi to great uncle nergal, he hasnt seen you since you were a how should I put this rag doll?
Thats right, I completely forgot. she sounded surprised.
I knelt down to put her down, but she held on tighter.
fine *sigh* have it your way I
For the Good of the SpeciesFor the Good of the Species9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"It's your first day, isn't it?"
"Yes. Ah, actually, I'm just an intern. I'm supposed to be working with Dr. Simonetti."
"Simonetti? He's on the second floor. Just take those stairs, then follow the hall to room 216. The door says 'Director of Genetic Integrity', you can't miss it."
"Thanks! I'd better hurry, I'm almost late."
Paul tramped up the stairs, plastic soles announcing his hurry to everyone in the echoing, cold-walled office. The second floor had a carpet, thank the Presidency, and he was at 216 before he had time to process it. He wiped the sweat from his hands and knocked.
"Come on in."
Simonetti, a large man in a brown-mustard suit, looked up from behind the desk. He rose, shook Paul's hand; his grip engulfed Paul's slim fingers, wrapped around his whole palm. "The new intern, right? Great to have you, great. Always glad to see youngsters take an interest in their government. So many people are happy to just let us work that they forget there's no 'us' and 'them', you know
dont leave medont leave me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
im a crybaby.
i get sad over the littlest of things.
it hurts when someone else hurts.
they call it a blessing
i call it a curse
when someone else hurts, i feel it too
when there is sadness, im sad.
when there is pain, i bleed.
i hate this curse.
i care way too much.
i care for people.
i care if someone is sad.
i dont want them to be sad
because when they're sad, im sad
when they hurt, i hurt
i try to make them happy
so that im happy
and there is no pain
i become close to them
they become close to me
we're close to each other
i dont want them to hurt
because i can feel their pain
i dont want them too feel that pain
i become so caring..
i become so close..
.. i become so..
because i want them to be happy
once they go away
once they go on their own
once they go to a better place
.. leave me
i grow my own pain
i call my 'blessing' a curse for a reason.
because when others feel pain, i feel it
100 Themes for NaNo 091. 5 Points100 Themes for NaNo 096 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. A Breather
3. Alive and Kicking
4. All Dolled Up
5. Anywhere but Here
6. Bottom of the Barrel
7. Busted Up Ride
16. Coffee Mugs
19. Dark Thoughts
21. Down But Not Out
22. Down Time
25. Empty Plate
28. Fizzy Drinks
34. Got a Light?
39. Hey There
40. Hit the Wall
41. Hot Drinks
43. Ice Cream
46. It Doesn't Matter
49. Knives and Garrotes
50. Knuckle Buster
52. Midnight Munchies
54. Mud Puddles
56. Mystery Meat
58. Old Acquaintances
59. One of Those Things
60. Pajama Party
61. Paper Airplanes
62. Past and Future
64. Prep Time
67. Rock and a Hard Place
35 Ways to be Creepy 35 Ways to Know That You're Creepy35 Ways to be Creepy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. You know you're creepy when you're telling your friends that you have installed cameras in their room.
2. You know you're creepy when you're telling your friends that you are using said cameras to spy on them.
3. You know you're creepy when you're referring to those 'cameras' at every chance you get.
4. You know you're creepy when you're smiling innocently while talking about the cameras.
5. You know you're creepy when you're refusing to stop talking about the cameras.
6. You know you're creepy when you're telling your friends that you made copies of their keys.
7. You know you're creepy when you're telling your friends that you have access to their house and then smiling creepily.
8. You know you're creepy when you're telling your friends that you are going to be i
Fear of No ArtFear of No Art4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please let me...
For the completion of who i am
Please let me...
For my confusion
For my frustration
For my devotion,
Of this snowy side of mine
Please let me...
For the insatiability of my overflowing thoughts
Please let me cherish
My masked morbidity
My towered defenses
My armoured vulnerability
That're still living
Shout! Break! Run!
For the one...
Who weeped in silence
Who screamed in mute
Who refuged in darkness
Let me be them again
For the fight still unended
Please let me
Be devoured again
For the proof of my redemption!
The Ends of the EarthWe stand on the ends of the earth, you and I.The Ends of the Earth1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Through paths of uncertainty we've stepped
Ever cautiously, unwinding before us like electrical circuitry.
The town and the city that made us, bequeathed us,
With our swords and our shields, tell the world it's beneath us;
Set us upright, marching, picking our feet up-
But we're more than just that, though we're stuck in these days
Pulling and pushing like storm-ridden waves,
And the hours that pass over uninspired heads,
The thoughts that fuel hope from the things that we've said;
The promises fast, like unravelling thread.
We'll pull it all back, said you, and said I,
At the ends of the earth 'til the day that we die.
-Abused Angel-My wings drag on the ground,-Abused Angel-7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as I crawl upon hands and knees.
I lift once more, trying to fly.
blood covered feathers scatter.
I make it only a little ways
before I feel myself drift down.
I hear waves of the sea,
crashing beneath me.
A tear falls from my eye,
mixing with blood on my cheeks.
I flap my wings uselessly,
before excepting defeat.
I feel my body stiffen,
as I hear him chuckle.
I sink into the sea motionlessly.
My opened wings become soaked,
blood splotches ridding them selves.
My once beautiful, now torn wings,
cling to my pale, scarred body.
I slip to eternal unconsciousness,
as Lucifer smiles to himself.
100 theme challange01. Introduction100 theme challange4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
26. Star Wars
56. Black and White
68. Lord of the Rings
75. Oh, rly?
90. Harry Potter
HospitalHospital3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I hate hospitals."
"They're always trying to hide."
"What do you mean by 'hide'?"
"You smell that?"
"Yea. Smells clean."
"I hate that smell."
"It's too clean. It's like they're trying to hide the fact that people die here."
"Well that's morbid..."
"It's the truth."
"Would you rather it smell like germs and corpses?"
"No. But that's not the point."
"What is your point?"
"It's all just too... pleasant."
"Well yea. Hospitals are meant to help people. They're supposed to be pleasant."
"...You've never had a love one die, have you?"
"No one should have to sit and watch the world spin on as if the person they love never existed."
A Corpse BallIn a dark room~A Corpse Ball3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A little girl sleeps~
Just down the hall~
Her older sister weeps~
A knife cuts deep~
As all people know~
Crimson is beautiful~
She feels so low~
Two days later~
A funeral is held~
Fake people cry~
No one understands~
What is wrong, dears?~
For whom now do you cry?~
Love, keep silent, still~
Wait until they leave~
Then we will dance.
Visual Kei Experience Ch2Visual Kei Experience Ch27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
LET THE GAME BEGIN
Game? What kind of game? Takeru asked as he tilted his head to the side questioningly, looking at Miyavi who was rubbing his knuckles together in childish excitement. Also Nao and Izumi frowned at eachother and Keiyuu, standing next to Miyavi, cocked his eyebrow.
Nonononono, aint gonna tell ya before everyone is here~! Miyavi squealed with a childish voice as he waved his finger before Takerus face. Takeru leaned backwards slightly since Miyavi was nearly sticking his finger up his nose, then pushed Miyavi away but on his face a likewise grin had formed.
A secretive game you thought up after meeting with our friend here? Surely sounds interesting, Takeru cooed as he let his eyes dwell over Bill for a second who was standing on the edge of the group, looking very misplaced and clearly confused by their conversation he could not follow.
Priest as a grant of moralityPriest as a grant of morality2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Priest's interaction with his aros in sot limited only by ritual killings and the preservation of the identety of the dying one. The bond between them is very deep and strong, almost regimental (as it would seem from the first sight). Priest keeps alive ethical atmosphere of the group. Through him happens imprinting of all ethical paradigms. In a way society 'gives' the priest carte blanch to form morals of the whole aros.
However, it's not a simple phenomenon. Priest does not simply give the note (this is more like a second phase). First phase is a public treaty with all members of aros. A treaty that decides what will be morally accepted in the particular society and what not. Priest only accepts the ready paradigm from society and it's his responsibility to make sure that the treaty is respected and obeyed. The formation of the ethics doesn't happen at once, it happens every day, hour, depending on the situations, results of re-thinking (initiator of which may be every member of aro
Poveste cu cutie. Am deschis cutia miercuri. O primisem duminica, impreuna cu o hartiuta pe care scria "FRAGIL. Manipulati cu grija." Nu prea i-am dat importanta si peste cinci minute o cautam printre picioarele invitatilor. Era, pesemne, un cadou de la vreun admirator secret. Am mai avut candva un admirator secret, dar dupa ce mi-a trimis un buchet de maci intr-o marti, s-a facut nevazut. Neauzit si nesimtit. Ce zapuseala! E sambata si toti merg in parc. Adica stau sub geamul meu. Ma streseaza. Maine se face o saptamana de cand am primit cutia. E inchisa acum. Sta pe bufetul de langa sticla de vin pe care am mostenit-o de la mama, moarta in urma unui accident feroviar in lant. Trei trenuri s-au lovit cand mama culegea fragii din livada matusii de langa sina ce duce la Londra. I-am recuperat doar capul, mana stanga si o unghie de la picior. De la dreptul. Am inmormantat-o cu tata in livada. Au rasarit doi meri acum. Dar asta a fost demult. Merele de acolo sunt foarte bune. Mari si verzi. ZemPoveste cu cutie.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jurnalul ........ Jurnalul celor aproape 20 de ore pe care le petrec departe de tineJurnalul ........7 years ago in General More Like This
Si desi aroma dulce de cirese inca mai pluteste in aer, umpland fiecare coltisor al camerei - dar mai ales refuzand sa isi desprinda degetele lungi si fine din jurul pernei mele - faptul ca umbra ta nu se mai plimba lin pe peretii plini de praf ma intristeaza profund. Normal, ti-as putea inlocui zgomotul pasilor ce se afunda in covorul patat de cafea cu trilurile pierdute prin copacii din jurul casei, dar asta ar insemna sa ma misc. Ar insemna sa ma ridic din pat si sa deschid geamul. Sa las parfumul imbatator - cu care inca ma mai mint - sa fuga de langa mine. Ar insemna sa omor si ultima frantura din senzatia pe care o traiesc - ca tu inca esti aici si ai sa te apleci peste mine sa ma saruti in orice clipa. Si-apoi, trilurile pasarilor nici macar nu-mi aduc aminte de tine. Mai degraba as asculta fosnetul frunzelo
Fantasy NamesAceFantasy Names7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Far-fetchedAn elf lay in a tree, comfortably as if it was a hammock. A dwarf stoked their campfire and lit his pipe. The forest was quiet but for the rustle of leaves and the occasional hoot of owls. The night spun lazily above them.Far-fetched4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Do you ever wonder who lives in the sky?' said the elf after a while.
'Birds,' grunted the dwarf.
'No, I mean the people up there.'
'All the poor buggers who fell up into it, I would imagine.'
The elf sighed. 'Where do your gods live?' he asked.
'Our gods are wrought in stone,' replied the dwarf. 'What would they do up there? There's nothing to do, nowhere to stand.' He paused, then added 'Nothing to hit with an axe.'
Silence again, until the elf thought he had found an angle to spark his friend's interest.
'Do you think it would be possible to fashion some sort of boat? A sky boat?'
The dwarf chewed his pipe in contemplation.
'Possibly,' he conceded. 'But it would be a life's work without purpose. There's nothing up there.'
'I disagree. I dreamt last night of all m
100 themes list1. broken100 themes list5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Layton 100 Theme Challenge001. MysteryLayton 100 Theme Challenge4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
002. A True Gentlemen
007. Layton mobile
012. 10 years
025. The Molentary Express
026. Inspector Chelmey
027. Don Paolo
032. Dimitri Allen
033. Inspector Grosky
034. Granny Riddleton
035. Phoenix Wright (Crossover)
062. Break down
064. Hint coin
068. Time Travel
069. In Trouble
076. Growing up
Cu ce ramai cand uiti tot?Uita tot ce ai stiutCu ce ramai cand uiti tot?7 years ago in Open More Like This
Uita-te in oglinda si uita ca esti tu
Cum te cheama,ieri ce ai facut
Uita ce ai visat si la ce nu
Uita de primul sarut si cu cine l-ai avut
Uita de prima amintire
Uita tot ce ai pierdut
Uita ultima clipa de fericire.
Uita ca stii sa inoti
Uita de ce ti-e frica
Uita ca tu crezi ca poti
Uita ca ai vicii,iti strica.
Uita tot ce ai simtit vrand nevrand.
Acum ai tot.Uita ultimul rand.
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha