LizzieFrom the moment I saw her I knew she was the one. Smooth alabaster skin framed with rich, copper curls; cherry lips curving into the faintest flicker of a smile; emerald eyes gleaming beneath long ebony lashes. A picture of such great beauty that none could compare. My artist's fingers ached to paint her, to capture that eternal glory and share it with the world. Yet the hands of a man are much less generous, and I was no exception. I wanted her. To take her, to feel her perfect form against me, to claim her as my own. My model, my muse; Lizzie.Lizzie6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was walking when I first laid eyes upon her, dainty feet gracing the cobbled streets of London. Her body seemed to slide over the ground, hardly moving, her elegance shining through her impoverished exterior. Her breasts heaved beneath a tight bodice, her skirt a little shorter than what was decent. There was no mistaking what she was, but that face, the face of an angel. And such sadness in those glowing orbs, such quiet desperation. Oh, i
England X Reader: Yesterday's DriveIt's just another Friday night. That's all it is. I'm just going to be hanging out with friends. That's it.'England X Reader: Yesterday's Drive3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself on the drive up to the club. It had been about a month since your break up with your long time best friend Arthur, and since the break-up you had been extremely mopey. You two promised to still be best friends, but it was still awkward.
Anyways, since the break-up, you're other best friends Elizaveta and Alfred had been trying their hardest to cheer you up. This was their last big attempt they were going to make, and they were positive it was going to work. They wouldn't tell you what it was exactly, but they gave you directions to the club, and to meet them there a
Olivia Goes West - Chapter 15Olivia Goes West - Chapter 153 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dear friends and compatriots, we are here to mourn the losses of one Fievel Mousekewitz and his little friend Olivia Flaversham, who were taken from us far too early."
There were sobs and noses being blown in the small crowd at the Green River Cemetery just outside town, where Ratigan stood between two freshly carved tombstones delivering a eulogy to the very children he'd tried to kill. With no bodies recovered and thus no need for caskets, the tombstones merely served as memorial markers. Fievel's tombstone was even customized to be written in both English and Hebrew, and sported a Star of David at the top. There being no Rabbi in town it was yet another compensation gift courtesy of Waul, who paid the undertaker extra for it. Having made quite a bit of money at the saloon since retaking it, Waul and Ratigan spared no expense in keeping up their ruse.
"It is with a heavy heart that we lay the souls of these dearly departed children to rest," Ratigan continued, "Wherever they may be,
Life And DeathLife and death...Life And Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two words with
Such great meaning
To those who speak them.
New life comes to be,
Replacing that which passes away
To be forgotten.
When the cold hand
Finally grasps a life,
Extinguishing the flame...
A new candle is ready to be lit.
But once lit,
A life slowly burns itself out.
Reducing back to nothing,
Ready to begin anew.
As forever and always...
The viscious cycle continues.
Renewing the old,
And desecrating the new.
.:DEATH OF A LEGEND:..:DEATH OF A LEGEND:.3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Mr. Chair carried his lifeless body down the long, dark corridor. He bit his lip to keep from crying. He had to get out of there and tell Marzia the news. Mr. Chair carried PewDiePie, a man from Sweden who had been sent into the horror game Amnesia, the Dark Descent by a Servant Grunt, or a Bro. Pewdie had been searching for a way out. He didn't belong in the game, but at his desk, playing the game himself. He found Stephano and Mr. Chair, but was surrounded by Bros. Before Stephano could slice his was through the crowd of Bloodthirsty Grunts, one of them got Pewdie in the back, seriously hurting him. He had been wounded before the attack. Pewdie fell into a shocked Stephano. Stephano was sure Pewdie was dead, but they had to hurry if they were to save him.
Pewdie was limp and didn't move at all, except for his arms swaying back and fourth, blood dripping off of his fingers. Mr. Chair's hand was soaked with dark red blood as the wound bled, and didn't stop bleeding. P
Take a look-CanadaSnow was crunching underneath your feet as you felt the crisp air nip at you nose, you pulled out the little folded note, glancing at the numbers and address written across it. You felt the snow crunch more under your feet as you gaped at the large house in front of you. Surely this wasn't Matthew's house was it? You knocked there being no answer as you opened the door walking in. He told you to just walk in, in case he never answered it. You walked in hearing the squeaking of your snow boots as you smiled sheepishly noticing the wet trail you left. You took your boots off quickly and hung up your coat.Take a look-Canada3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Matthew?" you heard nothing but a thud in the room next over. You ran in finding the little polar bear he carried around was laid out on the floor. "hey Kumajiro where's your master?" The bear looked to you confused. "Who?" you sighed giggling "Matthew?" he tilted his head even more confused. You sighed feeling bad that he carried around a bear like this. "The guy carried you around an
Cleansing ritualSageCleansing ritual4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Smudge clockwise in every room.
Bless this space by this rhyme
Bless this place bless this time
Energies be cleansed and clear
Take away all anger and fear
Then go around clockwise with the rain water sprinkling it chanting
I call my angels come to me
Bring me positive energy
Bless my home and hearth
Touch your magic to my heart
Then sprinkle salt in the four directions
My magic wield
In safety here
With no fear
Suicide Nightmare.I will soon draw youSuicide Nightmare.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So close to my home,
And the skin will be ripped
As soon as you know.
That you have been found
And you're not alone,
I'll chain you up
And I'll cut to the bone.
These black and dirty fingernails
Dig deep under your skin,
Like the chalk board screeches
I make a filthy grin.
I make your blood come out
As I pleasure the knives,
With all your thoughts flowing
Only one comes to mind.
You'll never escape,
Oh you'll never wake.
violatedsaying no applies toviolated1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
drugs: never boys. do not
say no to boys, they will tear out
your heart and leave your rib cage
jagged and broken, a gaping mouth
screaming its violation. they
will take your tongue, too, take away
your voice until all they can read
is yes in your actions.
this is not
this is a simple fact: do not say no to boys.
it is not in your right to deny them.
let them see the ocean of your body, let
them widen the cracks in your sidewalks,
let them warm themselves over the fire in your eyes,
until they decide to suffocate it.
do not say no, even when you are so destroyed that
your hands shake at night, holding your car keys between
your fingers like a gun with an unclear target.
even when you cannot go outside of your room:
the grass between your toes feels too much like
hades’ hands reaching for persephone, the sun’s shadow
haunting you across the concrete feels too much
like apollo relentlessly chasing after daphne.
do not say no, even when y
A Rose for Elizabeth SiddalA Rose for Elizabeth Siddal6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At a lonely grave, Highgate bound
Kneels a ghost of love on winter ground
Weeping tears; a heart unfurled
Of sorrows unseen by the world.
Memories sound in gentle stillness
-Ophelia drowned in fatal illness
His love was late at her bedside
A fairer suit thus suicide
but she had always been and would-
The beauty whom his soul was tied.
A parting kiss, a whispered prayer
Love's poems concealed within her hair
And in the ground she then had slept
His paintings bled, his soul had wept
Each face was hers, each written word,
Tormenting dreams, each song he heard.
And from his guilt he tried to hide
A selfish wish tainted with pride
To take the gift buried within-
The grave she did reside.
Preserved was she, Her beauty true
Sleeping without breath
The Angel of his heart and soul
A rose untouched by death.
DenmarkXReader Saying I Love YouDenmarkXReader Saying I Love You3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Norway, man, you've got to help me! We are buddies right?!" Denmark yelled and knocked on Norway's door. It was early in the morning but he didn't care, he had more important things to worry about. "Come out Norge!" he yelled even louder and tried the door knob to find it locked. A mischievous smirk crossed his face and he quickly turned and ran back to his own bedroom before picking up just what he needed. "I'm coming in," Denmark announced and swung the object he had obtained at the door knob, effectively slicing off the doorknob on his side of the door with his large ax. A string of curses in Norwegian could be heard from the other side of the door then footsteps. Norway opened the door since Denmark would have shoved it open anyway and he peered down expressionlessly at the doorknob on the floor. The emotionless Nordic picked up the doorknob and tossed it into his room to fix later before grabbing onto Denmark's yellow and red scarf, choking the confi
mushroom cloud "an explosion", she saidmushroom cloud2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I turned to ask her what she was talking about when I
caught sight of the tv screen, and for the tiniest of moments I caught
myself thinking that there's something beautiful about that much energy and
so much destruction; energy - would it wipe me off my feet? maybe melt the skin
right off of my bones? heat, death and poison, I don't believe there's much you or I
would be able to feel dying in those flames, and I should probably be ashamed that I
Stay Tuned 2 part 2Stay Tuned 2 part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Darryl, stunned by this news, decided to head upstairs to his room.
DARRYL: Uh, I think I need to go to my room for a little bit.
Darryl headed towards the staircase and went back up to his room. About two minutes later, Roy decided to check up on him.
ROY: I think I better go check on Darryl.
Meanwhile, up in Darryl's room, Darryl was lying on his bed, talking to himself.
DARRYL (talking to himself): Is there a possibility that I could lose my parents again? Could there also be another satellite dish out in our backyard waiting to suck them in again? Is there? Is there?! (slaps himself) Get a hold of yourself, Darryl! There is NO other dish. After all, that Spike guy has been defeated so it can't happen again.
There was knocking on Darryl's door. It caused Darryl to jump, startling him.
DARRYL (startled, wide-eyed): Who-who's there?!
ROY: Darryl? It's your father. May I come in, please?
DARRYL (calming down): Yeah, Dad. Come on in.
Roy opened the door and entered Darryl's room.
CutSlick and silver, smooth and sharp-Cut3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thin blades glittered in the light.
The anger and sadness all pent up,
Led to yet another sleepless night.
She couldn't handle this anymore-
The razor sliced into her skin.
With a trembling hand and tearful eyes,
One cut made for each and every sin.
The days that followed were all the same-
Full of anger and drenched with hate.
She couldn't see another outlet,
To let her feelings safely escape.
Just one more bloody, jagged line,
For each word that was said.
Her once clean wrist was now a mess,
With thin cuts bleeding red.
She was ever careful to hide the pain,
With sleeves and bracelets galore.
She kept her secret to herself,
Never giving them something to look for.
Eventually she tried to stop,
Tried to leave it all behind.
But she couldn't help but hate herself,
For all the flaws that she could find.
I soon became the one to know,
The only witness to the scars.
I found her crying, broken, lost.
I brought her back from somewhere far.
I still worry f
Tomorrow.For love and joy we must not fight,Tomorrow.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We must learn to get along,
Tomorrow brings another life,
But it also takes
A Chaplain's DueBrother-Chaplain Thanatus stalked through the long halls leading to the Oratorium within the Fortress Monastery of the Alfa Legion. On his right pauldron was the mark of the 12th Company, and his armor was painted in the traditional symbolic black. Over it was the golden-threaded mantle given to him when he joined the order of the Swiftbreaker Chaplains. Behind him scurried two servitors, carrying his Crozium and a large tome.A Chaplain's Due3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
His skull-helmet's visors flashed red as he relived the memories of the last week's battle. While patrolling Swedesian space, the Strike Cruiser attached to the 12th Company had come across a Warhost of Eldar Corsairs and the Space Marines had attacked mindlessly, not knowing that they were being led into a trap. Thanatus had been stationed upon that Strike Cruiser. Back then, merely 7 days ago, he was but a rank-and-file Battle Brother of the Legion. His battle record was solid, but unremarkable. He was known to be a Space Marine of exceptional faith and
the hanged manThis little red book you call the human body:the hanged man4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
take it up and shake it. Shake the flaking pages
out of it, shake it from endpaper to endpaper
until the last of the phrases are gone; shake it
until it's aching and empty, the soul of a bird.
I will give you new words.
I wanted to say yes.I wanted to say yes.I wanted to say yes.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wanted to take your hand in mine and like a couple of idiots, run through the heavy traffic and pouring rain, and keep at it till our feet resign.
We'd find a tree with branches wide enough with leaves broad or plentiful enough to take shelter under, and there, you'd place your head on my lap as I'd sing you my favorite love song. The song I'd always wanted you to sing to me.
If only I hadn't found out the hard way that your feelings for me are but as thin as an onion's skin and that I could never accept and bow down to no matter how suave your courting style may be. If only I was stupider than what I really am- maybe then I would have reciprocated to your efforts all my yearning I've kept sealed tightly, maybe then we might have had a chance.
When I told you to make things clear and to stop teetering between the fringes of my hopes and dreams and the cruel loneliness that awaits, my blood was already thinning and I was gagging from my silent yet continually flow
Temptation (revised)Temptation (revised)1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Temptation is beauty's fatal allure,
For her promises are never secure.
She calls, she tempts, she bewitches so quick,
Yet her end is ruin, a very cruel trick.
When first sought she brings great pleasure,
Then she fades and also her treasure.
Why does she cause such pain to man?
Was her creation part of His plan?
Eve in the Garden lived unspoiled,
Yet at her feet a serpent lay coiled.
Sweet words of poison came from the snake.
Calling for the forbidden fruit to take.
Then something wicked boiled within,
And her lips yearned for the sweetness of sin.
With a taste her soul evil did know,
And the Lord's work was brought to woe.
My temptation began with a glance.
A beautiful woman I met by chance.
Regal and stunning and all together fair,
A statuesque beauty with scarlet hair.
Porcelain skin and braided tress,
Yet sultry curves hid beneath her dress.
Charm and decorum are at her command,
For her mind is sharp and her wit grand.
Yet her presence is witchcraft to me,
Even in my dreams I cann
End of the MadnessSo here we are again.End of the Madness3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You looking down at me,
And I staring at the ground for you to see,
How hard it must be.
I walk along the path,
the one you sought to keep me from,
I care not if I perish.
Emotions have no place in,
my demented mind,
as I walk without fear or pain.
You see me in this state and I read you,
You seem to be distressed,
but why I can't understand...
In the dark.
I waited eons for this awakening,
Here it is.
I fling aside my enemies and come out stronger,
So why do I have this nagging feeling in the back of my head!?
WHY HAVE I FLED!?
Beaten by a simple child,
Beaten by a scum not worthwhile,
left to wallow in my shame.
My own madness consuming every sane thought within the radius of heart,
My soul eaten away and torn asunder.
The rose petals fall into a lake of blackness,
I see the faces glaring down at me... In the blinding white light...
Searing pain scorches my skin,
tearing it away.
I struggle to stand.
And I struggle for some for of surviva
EpitaphHer feet became so heavy that she left imprintsEpitaph2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the cement sidewalk in her neighborhood.
They dragged, they screamed and they refused.
She left her feet on the outskirts of the field
between her school and home. Huge, awkward
mounds of flesh. She left her disgrace; she left it
there and ran home. She wished she could fly,
take off from the ground into the air,
detached and free. She left herself out there,
but the rest was waiting at home.
Her heart became rotten with sickly insight
and it leaked between her fingertips, dripping
onto the carpet as she rushed it to her room.
It looked wilted in her palm. She hid
it under her floorboards, beneath her bed,
under her pillow so she could hear it at night,
beating and gasping. The angels dangling
from her ceiling didn’t say a word as they watched
her do it; the walls became quiet and withdrawn.
This place was compliant; it understood.
She hid herself under her floorboards.
Her sight became too murky, movement below
the surface of he
Trick Up The Sleeve Ch. 2Chapter 2Trick Up The Sleeve Ch. 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Luigi had insisted on closing the casino for the day but his staff managed to talk him out of it. He also had spent the whole night, worrying, and trying to get the stain out of his shirt. In the end, however, he was unsuccessful and borrowed Mario's white dress shirt The shirt was extremely large on him and look more like an actual dress then a dress shirt. Luigi searched the house and eventually found a red belt in his closet. Without a second thought on how it had got there, he tucked his shirt in, put on the belt and his bowtie, and pulled on a black vest. He grabbed a jacket and ran out the door.
As he began to see Toad Town on the mist, morning horizon, he gradually slowed his pace. He walked into Toad Town with millions of thoughts blurred his mind. It was extremely early yet Toad Toad was already busy. Luigi looked at a large clock that had been
The Nightmare EaterThe fog slithers across the city as I move in the shadows of your sleep.The Nightmare Eater3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am of the dark, the shadow. Try to find me and you will fail.
I crave the dark corners of your mind where your tasty nightmares live and thrive.
Lie back down and fall asleep.
For it is your nightmares that I will feast on tonight.
They quench my hunger with their sweet nectar.
I madly crave your fear for that is what strengthens me.
I promise it won't hurt you,
It is time for me to say goodnight and sleep tight.
I hope that you can sleep,
Now that you know I am yours to keep.
My repast is finished and your nightmares were the sweetest I have tasted in centuries.
It has given me the strength to battle a legion of demons.
Tonight I will give you rest and leave you to your dreams.
But know, that when my energy wanes,
I will return for another night of sweet delight.