two:string.He asked her out with, of all things, a piece of string.two:string.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Or rather, five pieces of string, deposited on her desk over a week. She didnt find out until long after how theyd gotten onto her desk in the first place.
She thought the first one, a heart made of a two-inch snip of thread, had been a rare thoughtful gift from her brother. When questioned, hed asked her politely if she was crazy.
Not her brother, then.
It was followed the next day by a simple picture of a sun, draped in vibrant orange thread across one of her papers. In the mail that afternoon was a panorama of a mountain range, silhouetted against a gorgeous sunset. A tree appeared on Tuesday, artfully done for string art. Leaning against her door when she went outside was a package, which contained a black and white photo of a forest.
She woke up the next day to find eleven translations of love written in string on the bare glass of her desk, which was too much. She went downstairs and startled h
as we climb the roadas we climb the road1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
let us recall the best effects of style
when those who listen know how best to hear
and do not injure those who hold most dear
the hidden blessings of the final mile
rather they wish the urgent to beguile
expecting that the best might engineer
sounds that will please the most discerning ear
and lead once drooping eyes to shine and smile
the age of wonder has no fixed return
but comes upon us as we seem to find
not a changed world but a remarked abode
the home that we have loved for which we yearn
that seemed so hidden for time out of mind
appear before us as we climb the road
A NoteDo not be alarmed. I know this might come as a surprise, but bear with me, though you may want to sit down before you read any further. I am the Mistletoe Killer. I know you've heard of me, I've seen you read an article about me. I also know this isn't what you were expecting from a letter on a Saturday morning, but this seemed like the best way to inform you about my proposal. You see, I've been following you. I first noticed you a year ago; you were a solitary figure in a half-empty mall, your black coat out of place in a brighly-decorated toy store. You picked up a teddy-bear, hugged it, then put it back. Your lower lip trembled, I noticed. Remember? I could not forget that image. You don't know this, but I am drawn to loneliness. I have always been able to notice it quite easily. Especially near the holidays, when everyone is more excited and joyful, lonely people are that much easier to spot. They have a dark aura around them, a dim, flickering little light that threatens to go ouA Note3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hunger for HeavenSometimes I long to trace my tongueHunger for Heaven5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
across the milky sky
and let the clouds drip down my lips
and taste them with a sigh
and bite the sun and all its warmth
and wash it down with rain
and pop the moon between my teeth
and proudly lick the stain
It's this hunger for a heaven
that keeps me drawing near
and reaching up to stir and sip
some holy atmosphere.
But am I starving for a heaven
that's only in my mind,
counting ribs and empty spoonfuls
for something I can't find?
I'll keep yearning for a heaven,
my meal of light and air.
Could I crave it this intensely
if it's not even there?
It's this hunger for a heaven
that keeps me drawing near
and reaching up to stir and sip
some holy atmosphere.
And once I have tasted heaven
If I can keep it down
I'll float above these human veins
And never hit the ground
VisionsThere's a saying among my people. It was something about how you have nothing to fear from a pond full of leeches, how it's not the pond's fault. I used to remember it a lot more clearly, but that was before the loss of cohesion.Visions4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The elders say I was sent as a warning of things to come. The medicine man never said much of anything. He waved his bones and feathers and trinkets around, he lit his grasses and fanned his smokes, and after singing his songs he just stared at me with a deep pity shining out from under his skeleton make up.
I am subject to visions. They are sudden and striking and painful to the point of debilitation. When they come, my senses stagger and die off. There is always a great sound like a huge zipper being pulled, and as it unzips, all other noises fade into nothingness. Gray static envelopes the edges of my visual field and creeps slowly and deliberately in, turning my surroundings to an indistinct slate.
I discovered this gift when I was fourteen. A robber had b
Not Art's Plainer SisterShe is a feast for eyes but I am a banquet for minds,Not Art's Plainer Sister6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing images for your and all time
I may sing softer but I also sing sweeter,
I may be second born, but I live forever too like my sister
I imprint kisses in your head and set off sighs in your heart
I rip you into a world where limits are the only things that dont exist
Chain you to the page with a turn of phrase
She may be beautiful in such an obvious way
But I steal you away in ways she could never
I hold you to the tastes, sounds, smells, and touches
I give you memories that you never had,
Dreams you never lived,
And lives you wished for on rainy days
I dont have the museums and the galleries,
But instead endless libraries and inspirations off of me
Half the time my sister copies me, shaping her very self to my ideas
Shedding her skin again and again and again
Trying to embody me
But something I have learned from watching my sister through time
When she begins to fade without proper care,
And some form of me begins
Uncle DannyIn the Beginning, there was the Word.Uncle Danny7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
And some say that the reason there was only one word was because Uncle Danny got hold of the rest and God just had to make do.
And Uncle Danny had black nails and no hair, and he wore big glasses and a hat and a coat, and he walked around Copenhagen at night and wrote it all down on the cobbles, and in his head, and in his hat and, sometimes, on paper.
And Uncle Danny was everybody's Uncle, even if nobody could really remember why or how. And Uncle Danny had the Words. And the Words had Uncle Danny.
And sometimes it would be hard to see where the Words ended and Uncle Danny began.
And there are rules that say you can't start a sentence with "and". And Uncle Danny did it anyway.
And with the Words he painted pictures of Vangede. And he painted pictures of the seedy bars and prostitutes, and of the country and the land and the people in the city, and the people in the City became the people Everywhere, because Uncle Danny painted them all.
Beginning with BSitting by the window, knees tucked up, I hear her reciting her "BCs."Beginning with B7 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
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."
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.
EnglandXReader - Hetalia Academy 5EnglandXReader - Hetalia Academy 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You did what?!" Arthur shouted at Gilbert the following morning.
You had just barely sat down and started eating and Gilbert already told Arthur what happened the night before. You hoped you'd at least have a little time before he dropped the ball and told Arthur. But no such luck. Arthur looked from Gilbert to Ludwig to you and then landed back on Gilbert and he glared.
"Why would you do that? You promised me, Gilbert!" He said, clearly angry.
"Vunderbar, he's more angry then I vould have expected." Gil said, looking to the side, but he couldn't keep the grin from his face. "I told her because I couldn't keep up the fašade that I wasn't related to her. The awesome me can only keep up an act for so long."
"Ya know, I'm right here." You said, annoyed that, once again, you were being talked about in front of you like you weren't even there again.
Arthur looked at you. "I'm sorry, love."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow at him. "Did you just call the sister of someone as awesome as me 'love'" h
Night Before Christmas: Christmas Fanfic Challenge" 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse "Night Before Christmas: Christmas Fanfic Challenge3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Okay. So there was a creature stirring. Two, actually. But, in the spirit of Christmas, humor me.
"Artemis, just stay there." Paula Crock's voice was soft but sure through the cell phone receiver.
Artemis looked with disbelief at nothing in particular, continuing the conversation with her mother.
"Mom, its Christmas Eve!"
"At twelve-thirty, it isn't Christmas Eve anymore, Artemis."
The archer then took on the tendencies of a normal teenage girl, answering with a slight whine.
"Artemis, stay there. You sound exhausted. God forbid you fall asleep on the way home. Just stay the night, okay?"
Artemis mumbled something incoherently.
"Có, mẹ." Artemis repeated tenderly.
"Just make sure you're home before ten a.m., okay? Tôi yêu b
Soul Evans X Reader part 8 You scampered back to your seat and the game resumed. The next time you looked over at me, you watched as Kid slipped his hand into Tsuki's. A satisfactory smirk swept across your face. That smirk grew wider when you felt Soul slowly place his hand over yours, even with Maka there.Soul Evans X Reader part 82 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Unforgettable MomentsRomanoxReaderUnforgettable Moments3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You've had so many unforgettable moments. Like the time Gilbert flipped your skirt up in front of the whole class. But this moment was the most unforgettable moment of them all. You went over to Feliciano's house that afternoon so he could teach you how to cook pasta. You just walked in because Feliciano knew you were coming anyway. "Feli I'm here!" you call.
You hear someone coming down the stairs. "My idiot brother isn't here." Says a guy who looks almost identical to Feliciano.
"Where is he?" you ask tilting your head slightly.
"He's training with that potato eating bastard Ludwig." He says angrily.
You walk towards the guy. "Well let me introduce myself. I'm (name)." you say with a smile on your face.
He shoves you aside and you fall down the stairs. He doesn't even ask if you're okay. "If you want to find my brother he's probably in the forest." He says angrily.
"You know you didn't have to push me down the stairs." You mutter as you try to get
To Have and To Hold (Mias/Elle) Part 3Mias awoke to the smell of something cooking. He got up, got dressed, and headed into the kitchen to see what was cooking.To Have and To Hold (Mias/Elle) Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Elle was at the stove, in her old rags. He became angry. "Mirelle why are you into those rags?" She jumped and turned to see him. They looked at each other waiting.
"Well?" Mias asked annoyed.
"What else am I supposed to wear?" she asked him.
"Go pick something from your wardrobe!" Mias said impatiently, "And after that bring me those rags so I can burn them!"
"As you wish." Elle said a little shortly. That caught Mias' attention.
She put the food onto a plate and sat at the table.
"Where's my breakfast?" he asked.
"Make your own." Elle answered and began to eat.
Mias smirked as he rose from the table. It hadn't taken as long as he thought for Elle to begin to stand up for herself. He didn't like that she was so obedient. He didn't want her to sleep with him, to conceive his child because she was being FORCED to. He wanted her to do it because she WANTED to. H
To Have and To Hold (Mias/Elle) Part 12Mias slammed into the door, forcing it open. He and Jethias ran in. The main room was empty. He heard a door open to his left and quickly turned toward it. Ava ran to him and grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the room. He let her pull him along and the door opened.To Have and To Hold (Mias/Elle) Part 123 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He saw Elle sitting upright in the bed. The baby, asleep in her arms.
She looked up at him and gasped. She reached for him and he grabbed her hand, dropping to his knees by the bed. His throat covered in dried blood. His right ear, still slightly bleeding and his right arm useless. He was alive but barely.
"Mias," Elle gasped. She was afraid for him.
"What is it?" he asked.
A couple of worried tears fell, "It's a girl."
"A girl," Mias smiled softly, his hand tightly holding Elle's. He slumped over onto the bed and sighed.
"Mias." Elle said strongly. He didn't answer. "MIAS!"
"Blast it woman!" Mias grumbled, "I'm half deaf, half dead, and a new father! Let me sleep while I can!"
Elle looked up hearing one of the women snor
The SculptorBefore he would have harvested a tree,The Sculptor3 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.
Izaya X Reader Chapter 16"Jesus [name] why are you so late getting home again? I worry enough about you, I don't need to hear on the news that you've been found dead in an alleyway or raped." He crushes the pudding cup and goes back to the fridge for another one. You smile tiredly and give him a hug from behind.Izaya X Reader Chapter 163 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm sorry Shizuo. I don't mean for you to worry so much. You have every right to be angry at a lousy sister like me. I'm just not responsible enough to get home on time." Shizuo sighs and pats your head gently, mussing your hair a bit.
"It's alright. It's my fault also. I'm always working so I don't get to spend as much time as I should with you. I'll call Tom and ask him to give me the day off tomorrow. Can you get time off work? Tomorrow I'm spending the whole day with you like a good brother should." Your eyes shine and you hug him tighter, earning a grunt from Shizuo.
"Yes I'll get time off! Oh we never do stuff like this! Thank you Shizuo!" You usually don't get to see Shizuo often until night ti
To Have and To Hold (Mias/Elle) Part 5When he got back to the carriage, Mias saw that Elle had tied the horse to the back and was talking to it.To Have and To Hold (Mias/Elle) Part 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Eris, be a good girl and follow us home. No one will hurt you there, I promise."
"Eris?" Mias asked.
Elle looked up at him and smiled, "Eris was the goddess counter part of Ares. They even had a son together."
Mias looked at her, "I didn't know you were so educated "
"There's a lot you don't know about me." Elle replied, "You assume things just like the men at this stable did with Eris. She just needed to be shown some kindness Men always do things the hard way. Females are delicate as it is, we do not need to be 'broken.' That's why Eris was so defiant "
"What about you?" Mias asked. Elle looked at him. He continued, "Is that why you were so defiant?"
Elle knew that Mias was thinking about the day he had chosen her. How outspoken she had been, afraid yet unyielding to his father
"I guess so." Elle smiled softly, "All I needed was a little kindness too
My Everyday ThoughtsMy Everyday ThoughtsMy Everyday Thoughts2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
me: Oh, God it's time to get up.
me: Ugh, clothing.
me: Ugh, makeup.
me: Ugh, hair.
me: Oh, well it's too late to eat breakfast.
me: Ugh, school
me: Oh God, I hate this place.
me: No I don't like you, leave me alone.
me: Oh your boyfriend broke up with you? Please tell me more about how emotionally unstable you are.
me: DON'T STOP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAMN HALLWAY YOU PEASANTS.
me: Nice ass.
me: The fuck you lookin' at?
me: I wonder what would happen if I pushed this kid down the stairs.
me: Please just shut up.
me: Ugh bus.
me: YES HOME.
me: YES INTERNET.
me: YES FOOD.
me: YES BED.
forever-girlshe's tired. worn.forever-girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but she can't fall asleep anymore
because she's scared of waking up.
i think back to the nights
when we pretended we could touch the stars
and we lit up the sky with laughter.
oh those long ago feelings.
she's the type of girl who hides her pain
because she doesn't want anyone else to be hurt.
she wears too much make-up
to cover up the tears in her eyes.
she tries to smile and it just about breaks my heart.
can i be your hero?
If I'm Alone Whose Shadows Are These?*If I'm Alone Whose Shadows Are These?2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Earth; our theatre.
Is it showtime already?
Where are our seats?
Popcorn is better
anticipated than ate.
Wow, I feel fuzzed.
Parking lot faces,
shadows of unknown people,
they bump against me.
Cold November nights
hold rogue opportunity;
dancing heat, or love?