on waking up and growing olderwhispers succumb to theon waking up and growing older9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
whirl-away winter drifts
as frozen fingers t n l
a g e
signaling the end of
a child's rationality.
the grownups call it
but we really do
i met you in our
world torn free of yesterdays,
and far beyond tomorrows.
the sky was a blanketed
white, spreading over our
star-fields and moon-rays.
as i took your hand,
we cried tears in
laughing all the while.
i woke up.
starstuck in heaven's oceanmoonstruck-child wanders, wonderingstarstuck in heaven's ocean6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
'neath an ocean of vacuum space,
suppose the stars sing?
and the brilliant lights
drew her mind on a string,
arcing above, beyond, and
the ground was a curve,
minute humanity declaring
its desire to create stars
in glittering cities, festivals.
earthless-child gasped without breath
as her house could have fit
on her littlest finger.
oceans of sky frosted over,
as the sun took his leave
for Earth's other-side
star-bound child was listening
her stars were singing in soft
blinding melodies connecting,
an orchestra of silver light-breaks-the-dark.
songs we aren't wise enough to hear,
music that might break a heart,
or heal one.
wanders no more;
she's turned her thoughts
from space to shore,
but still wonders,
if our planet is a star
in someone else's sky,
what sort of song have we
Cupcakes and TeaCupcakes and TeaCupcakes and Tea7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
“Oh dear, what's the matter,”
said the Hare to the Hatter
while the Doormouse soundlessly snored.
“What just can't compare,”
said Hatter to Hare,
“is the fact that I'm hungry and bored.”
“Twinkle, twinkle,” was heard
as the sleepy Mouse stirred,
“We're British, by jove, we like tea!”
So the Hare plated up
while Hatter poured cups
and they both had a cupcake or three.
Gnome Noir "I did it for the money and I did it for the girl.Gnome Noir2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, I didn't get the money and I didn't get the girl."
:: Walter Neff - Double Indemnity
So I point the flintlock at the guy and that's no easy thing, big musket like that on a little gnome like me and I peer down the sight. Not many people know what it's like to stare at a man through a glass. But in those sacred moments, the whole world takes a breath and it's just you and him. I line up the shot, and I think about the girl, and--
What? That is the start. What do you want, Sheriff, my life story?
Alright, well, I'm Gniles Brody the Third that's GNILES, silent 'g'. G-N-I-L-E-S. Your boys over there in the robes got that? I'm a Risk management clerk. You've heard of Royal Gnomic Treasury, right? Well, that's me and the guys. You got a risk, we cover your back for a modest sum. We're like alchemists - 'cept we turn gold into more gold.
What? This IS the interesting bit! You have any
Flymm: Memory of a Compassionate Asura "Stupid bookah."Flymm: Memory of a Compassionate Asura2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even now, I hear his voice reverberating in my mind. Those contemptuous overtones. The underlying softness of affection for me that he valiantly attempted to hide away in order to preserve his asuran honor. Ever the failed master of his own emotions. Never had I entertained the notion that I'd grow attached to one of those grayish, bat-frog creatures. Generally they were reptilian in their mercy and condescending to a degree which overcompensated for their small stature. Flymm was not different. At least on the exterior.
His pachyderm feet stomped impatiently. His short arms had been crossed over his chest. His large ears rotated back, subterranean eyes narrowing as his lips curled into a derisive grimace. We'd been waiting for over an hour for our hapless errand boy. "Hapless," I say, as Flymm was never lacking in expostulation. Sinthas was, moreover, terrified of the toothless threats eddying
Six Word Storymy mother kept smiles in bottlesSix Word Story2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In Which Middle School is HellI can still remember with perfect clarity the day in eighth grade when a boy walked up to me at my locker and said, “Hey cutie.” I was sweaty, having just come from gym class, and I was only at my locker to buy some time before I had to go to math class where the teacher hated me and the numbers didn’t make any sense. But there was a boy standing next to me and he called me cute and I had no idea what to say. But I didn’t have to say anything, because the girl he was with just laughed, a cut off cackle into the oversized purse she was fishing through. I turned back to my locker, not saying a word because I was out of my depth and trying to ignore the world.In Which Middle School is Hell1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Either ignorant to the fact that I was still within earshot or apathetic about the whole situation, the girl pressed the boy for answers. “Why would you say that?”
“Fat chicks need love too.” The words were mocking, insincere, and they burned through my body like a poison. I did
Character Survey: RhistelCharacter Survey: Rhistel3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Rhistel Aidan from Sentes. His real surname got lost, since he was too little to remember it when he was found.
MEANING: "Rhistel" doesn't have any particular meaning, while Aidan means "blessed by the Gods" in the sacred language. Sentes is the village he comes from.
NICKNAME: Among the servitude in his mansion and people of his feud he's often addressed as "bran luth", which means something like "silent/quiet lord", referring to the fact that he almost never speaks or even shows himself around at all. Everyone else just call him with his name, except for Sywyn who calls him "shadowling" or just "bookworm", depending on his mood...
ACTUAL AGE: well.. when the story begins he's 16-17, and will become 22-23 by the end of the events.
RESIDENCE: his feud, about 100 miles from the main city of the human kingdom. Does it makes any sense to you? :°D
AGE APPEARANCE: his own, basically... for now
SPECIES: halfbreed, human/dur'gwath (dark elf)
Dear justagirlDear Justagirl,Dear justagirl5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I've been meaning to write this to you for quite some time. I've always wished that I could make you see just who you really are. But you never listen. So maybe you'll hear me in this letter to who you claim to be.
You're not just any girl. Not at all. Your silence brings beauty to the words of others. Your words crack open the things left unsaid, and shine light on all the places few dare look. You have a way about you that whispers of a majesty, and yet you always hold others up beyond yourself.
Your eyes could scratch past the surface of the "hello"s and "how are you?"s. You refuse to see less than all there truly is.
I wish that others would let you know, and maybe someday you'll figure it out. Because I know the truth. Can't you just once try to see who you really are?
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,Shy moon,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
Brain WaspsBrain WaspsBrain Wasps1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I am on the verge of tears. Why is this so hard? I think furiously, twirling the cylinder of Chapstick around in my fingers. I shut my eyes tight and try again.
I reach out to set the Chapstick on the nightstand beside my bed, but seconds after I release the tube I have to grab it again. Wrong, the brain wasps tell me, you have to get it just right.
I briefly consider hurling the thing across the room, but I know that I’ll just have to get out of bed to pick it up again. I am trapped in my own compulsions.
I know it’s stupid, and that’s part of what’s bothering me so much. Why can’t I just put the Chapstick down? It’s a simple mindless task, but as I look at the clock it’s taken me a full five minutes. As soon as I put it down, I have this need to pick it back up again and move it, almost as if two pieces of a puzzle don’t fit quite right with each other and I have to try again. And again. And again. And again until i
Luna's LoveLuna's Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sister I cry to you, please come rescue me
Drowning myself in misery I cannot sleep
Banished to the place where I feel alone
I beg, I pled, I want to come home
I cannot lay my soul to rest
With the empty pain I feel in my chest
My color slowly turning to grey
My patience slowly fading away
I thought you loved me and cared
By telling me you would always be there
But now I see where you lacked
I thought you always had my back
My vengeance growing and turning cold
The days getting older, centuries old
If you don't love me than no one will
I'm tired of feeling sick and ill
The Luna you love is buried away
Tonight shall begin another new day
Nightmare Moon shall rise from hate
Before it's too late
AR: Unequal PartnersAR: Unequal Partners4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dusty air inside the mechanic lab filled the man's lungs as he stepped in. The whole room was filled with mechanical devices... not modern ones as in most labs, but rather old ones... There were no high-tech computers hanging on every wall or complicated instruments lying around...
Volcrim immediately liked it in here! It actually looked as if a person was working here rather than their machines... With a glance down he looked at the small chip-card he had found on the ground a few days back... Meallán Dithil... Mechanic... Yes, this had to be the right place!
"Hello?" The blonde looked around, not spotting anyone inside... Maybe the lab was closed? He walked in a little further... it was 10 am... usually a shop like this had to be open at this time... "Someone he--!!" He suddenly stepped on something, looking down shocked as groaning sounds came from below... He had just stepped on someone's leg! But he couldn't see who's leg it was as the upper half of the body disappeared u
GoA - A Thief's DayThe thief-guild... Many people think of it as a place where dark creatures lurk around, shadows without feelings that live from what they take of others...GoA - A Thief's Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I used to think the same way... before turning into a thief myself and eventually even becoming their leader...
"Meeting is over, Mairitti... You can wake up again!" Shou's voice reached my ears while something softly shook my shoulder...
"That won't work on her!" Suddenly something kicked the chair I was sitting on, causing me to fall flat on the floor.
"Mh?" Blinking I stared up at the other two guild-masters... "Ira, go to hell..." I stretched my limbs off my body before getting up from the marble-floor. "Hmmmm... the empress gone already?" I rubbed my eyes still sleep dazed while looking over at the guys.
"In contrary to you, she's got other responsibilities." Ira snorted in his usual teasing voice... a game I was willing to play with him.
"Well, I had a wonderful nap, being ready to empty someone's treasure-chamber... How about
Prayers and HerbsThis life was Aedan's, had been his for as long as he could remember. As soon as he could walk, Maira had taken him on her travels with her. When spring came, they'd set out across Tangnafedd, to all the places where the best herbs grew wormwood in the hills in the North, basil in Gwylan Bay, lavender on the high fields near Silvermere, St. John's wort in the thickets of pine forests. Aedan helped his mother gather herbs, and prepare the ointments, poultices and infusions following her careful instructions. He knew how most of them were used, though he still often got the amounts wrong. Neither of them could read; the herbs, their names, the ways to prepare which part of the plant and how to apply them, were all in Maira's head.Prayers and Herbs3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Only in the coldest months of winter, they would mostly stay in one place most often Caer Aderyn, which was the only place Aedan came close to calling home. They were usually well-received there, although Aedan could tell Maira felt ill at ease at
QuaaludesIts when you open your mouth to kiss me that I remember what I know about Quaaludes. The details are all knit up somewhere deep inside a ball of knowledge because I learned about them in fifth grade which seems a little too early in retrospect doesnt it, and since then Ive wrapped whole yards of other strands of knowledge around that ball and whenever I want to remember what I know about Quaaludes I have to unravel the whole thing just to get to it. But its there. One. They make you tired but it is kind of a verbose tired which sinks you into that three-quarters-down state, the cliffs edge of sleep, but refuses to push you over. Two. They are sort of out of fashion so to get them anymore you have to know the right somebody. Three. Hunter S Thompson wrote about them and he is crazy or a genius depending on who you ask but the advocates of the latter say that the foQuaaludes5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Passionate SovereigntyI'm so tired of writing love stories;Passionate Sovereignty2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when I've not had one of my own.
I'm so weary of pretending I'm beautiful;
when my looks could turn a man to stone.
I'm so fatigued waiting for my prince;
when I'm not even a princess.
I'm so sick of pretending to be a siren;
when I could barely pass for an enchantress.
I'll tear down this repulsive prison of a
they call the mind,
brick by hideous brick;
and write my own fairytale at last.
Shadow GamesShadow Games7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Once, there was a shadow who was afraid of her own girl. I know, my dear reader, that you may chuckle at the mere consideration of such a prospect; after all, such irrational anxiety seems the stuff of idioms and jests. However, I assure you from the depth of my Darkness, this is no trick, legend, nor parable; Rine was a very real girl, with a very real fear. The townshades laughed at her and labeled their gossip with her name, her parents were ashamed—only her brother, Yhimott, provided the greatly-needed respite of encouragement and kindness.
“Why be afraid of her, Rine?” he’d ask, through the flickering blackness of a stormy night that severed their bonds to casters. “You don’t mind my human.”
“I’m not stuck to yours.” Hissh hush, rattled the wind, and Rine’s whispered response was nearly lost; her brother leaned forwar
The knifeThe steel of the bladeThe knife6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the pain begins to fade
blood begins to flow
if only theyd know
the kiss of the steel
its the only thing thats real
as the blade hits the veign
no more feelings except pain
the blood becomes too much
yet im longing for its touch
pressure it with all my might
too bad the scars I must hide
cause this war leaves a mark
visible for me in the dark
inside of me, I am the war
only proved by the latest scar
CrustHey! You there!Crust2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can't you hear?
Can you see?
Shaking hands, hugging,
Feel the warmth of a living body,
But further inside, in void,
I'm numb and asleep.
There's a net around,
Colorful and beautiful,
Complex and full,
Warping the body,
But me? I'm in the hole.
So everyone is in touch with.. me?
I'm mostly alone.
Character Survey: SywynCharacter Survey: Sywyn3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Sywyn Nym'el [sai-ween neem-el], originally Sywynel Nym [sai-ween-el neem]. No surname known.
MEANING: Sywyn = The-one-who-walks/walker, El = under, Nym = Sun-and-Moons/sky.
NICKNAME: got many of them during his life, but the one which stuck on him the most is Vor'Ard'Ves, literally "the one who can ride the wind"... he got this nickname during the wars in the Westland, from the people of the desert; now almost everyone knows him with this nickname, the Windrider.
ACTUAL AGE: no one knows his real age as he never answered to this question, but just the fact that he took part to the wars in the Westlands makes him older than 400 years for sure.
RESIDENCE: no one, he's mostly an outcast.
AGE APPEARANCE: late 20/early 30
SPECIES: Edhel'nar, (light elf)
SEXUAL PREFERANCE: straight
MARITAL STATUS: single
KIDS: some around the world, he only knows for sure about a couple of them (one of which is also dead)
OCCUPATION: freelance worker (read = mercenary)
Why Does it Hurt?Why Does it Hurt?3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why does it hurt?
Why does it ache~
Every little move I make?
Is there a reason?
I'm sure there is
It wouldn't just hurt like this ...
So please tell me ...
Please tell me why~
I always feel I need to cry
Though crying doesnt do much at all
It just feels a little better when the tears fall
But y'know ... just crying isn't enough
You need someone there~
When it gets tough
Promise me you'll be there ...
With a prayer
And I promise you
I'll be there too
Beginning We EndHim, in the very beginning:Beginning We End2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He is eighteen when he gets his death sentence. Unlike most death sentences, this one isn't going to send him to the guillotine or maybe the noose. Instead, it's handed to him by a doctor with very clean hands in a stark white room probably very similar to the one he'll end up dying in. And it's not the type of death sentence carried out by an impassive executor. He's essentially going to kill himself. He is dying from the inside out.
He mumbles something at the doctor, and suddenly he is on the street, a white piece of paper fisted and crumped in his hands. He's grateful it has the prescription written on it in sloppy medical scrawl, because he sure as hell can't recall half or more of the conversation he just had. All that's left are words like, "terminal" and "life-expectancy" and "5-10 years". He kicks viciously at the curb, wonders how the world can be ending on a day when the sky is blue and the clouds are full and the air is sweet.
The sun plants taun