Bokeh.These days, Black Friday really lasts a weekBokeh.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I haven't bothered to write out a list--
You cannot find the things I want in a store.
The sound of a rejected embrace
is the same as the shatter of a broken bulb
or a house burning down on Christmas morning.
There is a name for the way
strings of holiday lights blur out of focus
when you watch someone you love walk away.
Machine-Part SincerityShe once said to me,Machine-Part Sincerity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Come. You be a gear right here,
and I'll be a pulley over there.
Together, we'll both obey
the lever's dream."
I lied to her when I said,
"I want nothing more."
Va'eiraThis was a lesson in just how quiet it can beVa'eira3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you don't make enough noise.
Me, holding a toy gun to a stranger's head
"Remember when things stopped being ridiculous?"
You, eating dandelions in a midnight field
"About the same time things stopped making sense."
A boy in church camp carved a small crucifix
for his arts and crafts project. He won the blue
ribbon and a brand new Bible. The next morning
I found it hanging over our cabin door.
A toad was nailed to the cross.
Sometimes we wake up early enough to hide the evil from our world.
Artistic SolipsismThe world has ended. Maybe it was an alien invasion, an astronomical catastrophe, the ever-popular zombie apocalypse, or some ironic twist involving irresponsible science and man's own hubris. It doesn't really matter. Perhaps it was a grinding decline like a torch starving in the night, or a fleeting blaze of cinematic glory. That doesn't matter either. All that matters is that somehow, I ended up being the last person on Earth.Artistic Solipsism3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I learned a lot mostly about survival, but I'll leave that for a later monologue. I found that in a strange way, I had never really existed. No, I haven't gone mad. At least, I don't think I have. Allow me to explain
My first move, reasonably enough, was to find a dwelling close to clean water and nonperishable food, which would buy me time before I had to venture out for more supplies. Soon after I settled, I found myself doing the oddest
The SculptorBefore he would have harvested a tree,The Sculptor4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hacked off its limbs,
torn it from the earth,
shaved one by one its cells - its outer core,
until it was what he believed it was,
no more a tree.
Wiser, he walks deep in to the wood,
underneath a forest giant he stops,
looks up in to the leafy branches, sighs,
climbs and sheds his tears upon its boughs.
chromaWe were merely children when the stars came.chroma3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They rained down from the sky in a burst of light, like shards of glass pouring down from the heavens. Supernovas blooming in the night sky, petals raining down onto the barren earth - angels, falling with their wings sheathed, glowing, as they glided down. We watched, starstruck, as the glow overtook us - we were mesmerized. We waited with bated breath as the meteors landed, the celestial light subsiding as dark forms started to pick themselves up from the dust.
They moved towards us with an otherworldly grace, their steps leaving no marks on the earth as they descended upon us. Frozen to our spots as they approached, our bodies simply unresponsive in their wake. We were paralyzed. They stretched out their wings, embracing us in a softness unimaginable - a polymerization of silky feathers made of pure light, like a soft touch of a rose petal - and suddenly, our eyes were opened. The world was the same, yet so new, as it was washed with a gl
Beginning with BSitting by the window, knees tucked up, I hear her reciting her "BCs."Beginning with B8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No one can tell her that 'B' is not the first letter of the alphabet. She has always been confident about her knowledge of the universe, and in that universe, it is uncertain whether 'A' belongs in the alphabet at all. It certainly does not initiate the entire procession.
She does not stumble in her delivery. Where other children waver at 'LMNO," she wraps her tongue around the entire cluster of syllables. In the solar system as she knows it, ell-uh-minnow swims peaceful circles around stars with wobbly smiles.
Later she'll be taller, still wearing her undiminished strength, though she has come to uneasy terms with certain "facts" that contradict the world she drew in permanent marker on her bedroom walls. She plays along with the conspiracy, held fast in the knowledge that, ultimately, the things she taught herself must be basically true. What else can she trust?
Some day someone will hurt her, on purpose or
heart's rustWhen I was younger - smaller, slighter - I seemedheart's rust7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to fit better into the world's cracks, wedged
sideways, buried deep. I could see
from there the ebb and flow of lava,
and the groaning tectonics
responsible for mountains.
Then I grew up, and I might have still
fit; if only my arms and legs
hadn't gotten longer, if only my brain
wasn't in the way.
What is it about the heart's rust
that time in the universe
steals it from your hands? I feel like a
stranger has come for dinner
but it's not until he's slicing his steak
that we all realize no one invited him.
Night TerrorsAmerica x ReaderNight Terrors3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was late, and you were bored. You'd been trying to sleep for ages, but no dice. So you were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to think relaxing thoughts.
The air conditioner finished its set task of lowering your home's temperature and cut off, filling the house with an unnerving silence. Fantastic.
You subconsciously strained your ears, desperate to pick up any faint background noises which might lull you to sleep, when you heard what sounded like whimpering coming from the next room. You couldn't help but crack a somewhat sadistic smile.
His house was being fumigated or something, so he was staying in your guest room for a couple of days. Earlier, he'd insisted that the two of you watch a horror movie, to make it seem "like a real sleepover, dude!" It sounded like he was regretting it now. (Though he'd certainly regretted it earlier, as well. He had screamed the whole time. Your very concerned neighbor had knocked on the door to check that ev
The Galaxy Sings in B FlatThe galaxy sings in B flat.The Galaxy Sings in B Flat5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Fifty-seven octaves below middle C, hundreds of thousands of tiny stars with little worlds trailing atmospheres in elliptical orbits. Double-star systems, triple-star, more; planets, civilisations, dark matter, tangible matter, all circling, swarming, humming together in one enormous note, not bumping together but carrying a wave from the centre of their island universe, expanding out into space
Sound cannot exist in a vacuum. This is a widely known fact. And space is a vacuum, sure. But only when you look at it from here, from our tiny little world. Close your eyes, zoom out, and look at the celestial spheres from their view; and space isn't so thin after all. Close your eyes, zoom in, and even our dense atmosphere is just atoms in a vacuum of their own. Sound as we know it, sure, that doesn't exist outside our little stardust orb. It's too small, too fragil
Dark MotherBleed your colors to the ground,Dark Mother3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
let them swirl in the vortex of your breath.
The gathering chill escaped from your lungs
whispers the green earth into death.
Dark Mother, keep the spirits
you hold within your hands.
Souls eternally bidden,
soaked and seeped into the land.
Dark Mother, keep your fury
quivering deep within the ground.
Harm us not, but let us hear
the power of that sound.
The wheel is turning, always turning
as the sun falls from the sky.
Mother can you tell me,
oh can't you tell me why?
Dark Mother, stir your cauldron
deep living waters of rebirth.
Wash clean this wretched wreckage
we have wreaked upon the earth.
Dark Mother, shall we reap
all that we have sown?
When spring returns will you be there?
to light our path toward home?
The wheel is turning, always turning
as the seasons slowly die.
Mother can you tell me,
oh can't you tell me why?
Will you exhale a merciful breath,
to warm our world once more?
Or stop the wheel from turning,
leave us trappe
RemembersHiccup remembers the sound of his mother's voice—a little nasally with a throaty laugh. He remembers her laugh more than any words she ever spoke to him. Nearly every memory Hiccup retains of his mother involvers her laughter—deep and hearty. He could sit at the porch step of their home and hear her laughing all the way from Hooligan Harbor.Remembers2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
More than her laugh, Hiccup remembers the way his father would look at her. Sometimes staring into her eyes, quietly across the table or in greeting when she returned on a ship, but mostly at her back, at her profile, from afar. A silent admiration that would soften those hard, pale eyes and lessen the wrinkles of his brow. Stoick would look at Valhallarama, and Hiccup would look at Stoick, and she would look out to the horizon.
But most of all—more than her laugh or her presence—Hiccup remembers her absence. How she would return from a quest and a month, sometimes a week later set off for another. She’d come h
(Denmark x Reader) Quit it! (Chapter One)Quit it! (Chapter 1)(Denmark x Reader) Quit it! (Chapter One)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Player!Denmark x Reader
Hetalia belongs to Himaruya!
Mathias Køhler, a handsome Dane with wild hair of gold like stardust, and his eyes were like sapphire jewels glittering beneath satin cascades-darker blue. His well-built body and signature grin always made the hearts melt. Not to mention, his Danish accent also attracted the ladies.
It's as though this group of boys were super-stars—they were just absolutely stunning. They were always seen on the campus being chased around by girls, finding their lockers filled with love letters and such. Four guys in this super-star group weren’t open to this, but that Dane. . . He had dated every single girl in the school, with the exception of (name).
Sure, a lot of the girls who dated him were aware he was a player. He was just fooling around and stuff, but how can you possibly refuse to not fall in-love with him? Even the girls who promised themselves to never even think about dating him, end up falli
!Request!- Prussiax!Reader - Snuggle Bug"Stupid fucking snow!!" You stomped up your apartment complex's stairs as you made your way towards your own sweet abode. Today was not your day….!Request!- Prussiax!Reader - Snuggle Bug2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stupid fucking car heater that broke!!" You angrily shoved the little metal key to your mailbox into the hole and swiftly turned it very roughly and tugged it open harshly and snatched the mail and slammed the little metal container shut yanking the key out and continuing your anger march up the stairs.
You continued to mutter your annoyances that happened to you throughout the day as you continued your journey to your apartment as thoughts of doing absolutely nothing filled your irritated mind.
Of course life always has a way of fucking you…
"Hallo (Name), awesome day, ja?" You froze at the sound of that voice.
Just when you were about to unlock your fucking door too, he just had to show up out of all of the days out of the year, he picks the day when you want to murder everyone on the planet.
That was the one
A Viking in New RomeWhen a man is cursed with the impossible combination of immortality and humanity, sooner or later he's going to run into a few demigods.A Viking in New Rome2 years ago in Humor More Like This
A PJO/HTTYD drabble.
Percy cringed. He froze mid-step with his foot hovering inches over the Pomerian Line circling New Rome’s city.
Terminus had literally just materialized in front of him in a sudden, sulfurous pop of yellow smoke that left the demigod's lungs burning. The statue looked much like he always did: armless, stone curls wound tight against his head, and a disapproving scowl on his face.
Percy gingerly put his weight back outside the city safe zone.
“Sorry,” he muttered and immediately reached into his pocket for Riptide. He could hear Frank and Hazel rustle behind him for their own weapons. Percy cast an apologetic look back to the man they were supposed to be escorting into the city and gestured with a no
EnglandXReader - Hetalia Academy 4EnglandXReader - Hetalia Academy 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
The seven of you got on the first bus that would take you away from Hetalia Academy, not bothering to go to your respective dorms to change out of your uniforms. You all waited until it got to the end of the city because you decided that you would start at that end and then work your way back. By the time you got there, though, your group was the last people on the bus, so you all inevitably stared acting all crazy. At least, most everyone other then you occasionally, and Arthur. He didn't seem like the type who had much fun when he was around others.
Once you got off the bus, Eliza insisted that they would go into all the clothing stores, but that was shot down immediately by everyone else, until Eliza gave them the death glare that said "If you don't listen to me, I'll beat you with my frying pan." So, at the sight of a clothing store, you all went in. In the first store, Eliza said that you would all meet back at the front in like a half hour. After that was said, she grabbed Gilber
Romano x Reader: And so it begins - Ch. 7The peaceful hours of the morning came and passed and soon enough it was noon at this large campus in Italy. Slowly waking, you rolled onto your side, finding yourself drawn toward the source of heat to your right. You cuddled in closer to it, feeling safe and secure. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer. Your eyes shot open, now fully awake, and you stared into the face of an extremely attractive Italian. He snored slightly, soft "ve"s could be heard from him and you couldn't help but smile. He seemed so much more calm in his sleep. With the constant scowl gone from his face and the way he was snoring, one may even confuse him with his brother.Romano x Reader: And so it begins - Ch. 73 years ago in Drama More Like This
But there was still that one difference that no one could change: the large curl sticking oddly out from the side of his head. It was the exact opposite from his brother's, being both on the opposite side and toward t
SwallowI swallowed stones for a girl once,Swallow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tethered a daughter to my arm,
raised her with my own hands,
and pulsed so much blood
through the wire
it became a vein.
Eventually I fell,
slammed to the floor,
like a marionette savagely thrown
against a wall.
My guts were full,
of sediment and
my stomach swelled too much.
I breathed dust and ants,
swallowed as much as I was able,
and tried to get up
with my daughter in tow.
Clumsily falling back over,
with bruised hands and
forced, rough, breathing,
I felt tension
from the other side.
The line pulled taut and hard
and dragged me from its end
across so many splintering boards
I bled from my fingers trying
to fight it.
it frayed and snapped.
Admittedly, I cried for it
and I shoveled debris and carted blood
swearing the whole time
I'd never swallow stones for a girl
Then I met you.
The Wrong Skirt... || Iceland x ReaderThe Wrong Skirt...The Wrong Skirt... || Iceland x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Iceland x Reader
~ Drabble ~
The war had been to this point only kept alive with disdain-filled glances. The difference, whose side you were on, could only be obviously told between girls though.
Beige, crimson and black against forest green and navy blue.
Everywhere you went, usually between twelve and one in the afternoon, you could watch these little exchanges take place. It was also highly possible that they simply didn't happen due to mutual ignoring. It's not that both parties hated each other, heck, most of them had had to choose between the two sides at first, it's just that the traditional rivalry was just too amusing not to resist it.
Sure, there were those who turned their nose on it, ignoring said 'tradition', but most couldn't help but feel it each time they came across that familiar yet 'enemy' plaid skirt.
Two nearby private schools, sharing the same parks and streets, the same candy, ice cream and chocolate shops... It was fun. No harm w
Elefant Chapter 5General(Schneider) point of view:Elefant Chapter 54 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Schneider walked the dim corridor towards Till and Flake's room. There were only 7 rooms in this small remote motel where they stayed this night. Yesterday's gig had been the last one before their couple week break and now they were on their way to relax. The weather had been awful and they'd had to stop to the nearest accommodation they found, this motel. You would easily think a remote motel like this would be empty like a ghost town, but this was nearly fully booked. They had to share rooms. It wasn't that unusual; in expensive hotels they always shared rooms. Schneider was just wondering why this little motel was full of customers, in the middle of October.
His eye caught something from the floor. It was a small silvery elephant figure. I was lying in the middle of the corridor; someone must've dropped it there. Schneider picked it up and put it in his pocket; he would give it to the reception after surprising Till and Flake. He reached the door an
Assassin's Creed 3 chatroom(Note: I have not finished the game yet)Assassin's Creed 3 chatroom2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Wishing for Something"I wish we could be together."Wishing for Something4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah," he says, "I wish a lot of things."
In the silence, he realizes that he's terrified of her. Of what she might mean. There's so much that he could tell her, but the words he longs to speak stick in his throat, leaving him breathless.
She smiles, golden in the sunset, and blows on a dying dandelion. The gossamer seeds fly away as she looks at him tightly and tilts her head towards him. Looking at the faint curve of her lips, he knows exactly what she wished for.
Oh long-lost boy, this is the moment you always wanted, the moment you hoped would never come.
He kisses her, because what else is he supposed to do?
He finds her down by the willow on the riverbank, that fair Ophelia lit by the setting sun. The water eddies below her as dragonflies hunt above the swirling flower petals, and she's so close to letting herself go it scares him. He feels a familiar panic flutter at the back of his throat, not knowing what to say.
Oh uncertain boy, what do you sa