T005:: RotSaliva dribbled from her lips, mingling with the fresh blood dripping from her chin. She ate rather quietly, nibbling on the fingertips. The young girl treated the hand gently. Delicately, even. She licked it up and down before softly pressing her teeth down on the bright, fair flesh. Softly, at first, then harder and harder until the skin burst and scarlet lukewarm fluids rushed into her mouth and flowed serenely down her parched throat.T005:: Rot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her face caked with blood and matted black hair shielding her eyes of an unknown colour. Hunched over, scrawny and weak-looking. Enveloped thinly, everywhere really, in glossy red film of a kind. Anyone, seeing the sight and hearing the sounds that she made coming from a dead-end alley, would have hurried on their way, frightened of becoming the witness to a rape or worse: a murder.
But one man stopped. He cocked his head and listened, his sharp ears picking up more than the usual passers-by. Licking, biting, chomping, chewing... devouring. He did not
MeThe World is cruel and selfishMe1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so I try not to be.
The World dost crush my hopes and dreams
and won't let Me be Me.
I am a puppet doll you see
contrary to belief
I am not a 'human' or a 'devil'
causing all World's grief.
I long for recognition from
just one who really cares.
It's not that no one does
and I suppose that's only fair.
I have a talent, all my own,
for making people smile.
I can change the way they think
and do it all in style.
I could make them scream or cry
but what fun would that be?
I would end up all alone,
and lonely in my glee.
But somehow when I cry aloud
the stares come back distorted.
Their confused and wary eyes
do clench my heart contorted.
I am God, the Chosen One:
is sacrifice too vain?
I used up all my laughs and smiles
just to save you pain.
What punishment doth awa
Origin of SongHis steps were nearly unheard in the great forest as he moved swiftly through the trees, his breath coming in uneven, heavy pants. His black hair was slick with wet mud, his face caked with dirt. His white shirt was smeared with blacks and browns and reds? How curious. Perhaps a bit of red clay? He had seen some earlier, by the river. Yes. Perhaps from thereOrigin of Song4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At last, the boy reached a clearing and stopped to catch his breath. His posture slacked but his eyes were continually locked on the place from whence he had run from, among the bushes and other greenery. All was calm. And all was silent. Nearly.
A great roar erupted throughout the area, causing the young boy to flinch. He bit his lip nervously as the quiet returned. No birds were singing. Not a fly was to be a seen in the thick of the jungle that day. But of course. There never would be. He was the only one left. And, as the only one left, he found it his responsibility his sworn promise to thi
darknessdarkness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nimm meine Hand, Ich führe dich aus der Finsterniss heraus und zeige dir das Licht der Hoffnung. Ich werde deine Tränen wegwischen und dir deine Angst verscheuchen. Vergiss all deine Sorgen und Probleme. Vertraue dir selbst und deinen Freunden. Jede Person hat einen Schutzengel. Auch du. Glaube fest daran und dein Engel beschützt dich.
Take my hand. I will bring you out of the darkness and into the light of hope. I will dry your tears and wash away your sorows. Forget all of your sorrows and problems. Trust in yourself and in your friends. Everyone has a guardian angel. You too. Belive in that as much as you can and your guardian will protect you.
The place stories come from'Sometimes people wonder where stories come from. A person can tell a story about something so unbelievable, yet so wonderful that it seems real. That's because it is.The place stories come from4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't wonder about it, though, because I know where stories come from.
It's a magical place with thousands of enchanting creatures, beautiful plants, trees as high as sky scrapers and heroic people. Whatever you can think of, it exists there.
Every once in a while, people come to witness all of this. They watch the talking trees, dance with the fairies and feel the heat of a dragon's fire. Eventhough there are many people at the same time, you don't walk into them. No matter how long you stay there, you won't meet any other visitors or even know that they're there.
Stories come to us for a reason. It's because we saw something, met someone or did somewhat unusual things that we remember. We remember them and write them down or tell them to others. That's how stories are born.
It's a place I've visited s
The StargazerThe boy was trembling in fear, eighteen feet above the ground. After a quick glance down, he knew his fears had been fulfilled. They were here.The Stargazer4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had been sitting there for hours, grateful for every second he could spend away from them. This spot, hidden between the branches of the highest tree in a three mile radius, was perfect for such purposes, although he knew they'd come looking for him, eventually. But he'd always been so certain that they would never actually find him. In his childish naivety he'd always hoped for the best, he'd always hoped for a place he could finally call home. Pressed against the thick stem, mud all over his face and leaves everywhere else, even in his mouth [they tasted like freedom] he had felt more at home than anywhere else.
Yet, even this safe place would be taken away from him, he realized, as he heard that voice, calling his name. The voice which had made him tremble, scream, suffer and beg for forgiveness for so many times. He started praying, desp
ContentmentDarkness.Contentment4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It clawed at the soul,
Ripping and tearing,
The pieces were slowly and painfully being shred away.
All there was was the pain.
The desperate want and need
Gnawing away at the body,
At the mind.
Sparks of light were quickly snuffed out,
Too short to have any reprieve from it.
The screaming started,
The endless, hollow sobbing that echoed,
Reverberating through the darkness,
Making even the air shudder with the pain and sorrow layered in the sounds.
The coldness seeping deep to the core,
Setting everything apart from the pain,
Though it was still etched in the mind.
For what felt like ages was the cold,
A small spark,
A flame of hope.
Wary grab around this beautiful heat.
There's light everywhere,
The spirit slowly pulling itself back together.
See the hands?
Instinctively knowing they're yours,
But it's alri
Diary of a Madman extraChapter 5 from the Novel To SarahDiary of a Madman extra4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We were alone in the wilderness. I could see in her eyes that she was scared but she did not let me know it. She simply looked at me and returned the smile.
I loved her so much that night. I would do anything for her.
We finally rested at a clearing used for camping. The running had both us heaving for air. We stood there hunched over trying to breathe. The air rushed inside us clearing out the adrenaline we had built up during our escape. The moon shown brightly and I saw her beautiful face.
We loved each other so much. Her body was warm against mine. We made love under the moon. We made love as an act of defiance, proof that we didn't need our parents to keep us away from each other. All we needed was each other.
She was perfect. Her beautiful soft face was even more radiant in the moon light. Her body was young and supple. She was everything I wanted, she was everything I needed. She was my everything. I told her I loved her while I stared into thos
And This is Why..."There is NO way you're making me go in there." Road crossed her arms and stared up at her ADD dad."Not with you. No freaking way."And This is Why...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Of course, Sherrill was referring to the haunted house at the carnival that came almost EVERY year. Yet this was the first year that, not that he's been to the carnival, but the first year he had even gathered up the courage to go in the haunted house.
...And he wanted to bring Road with him.
"Roooad~!" Sherrill whined, clapping his hands together like an anxious first-grader. "This will be the only time we can spend Daddy-Daughter tiiiime!"
Road blinked. "We do that EVERY weekend!" She turned on her heels. "I'm not going in there."
Sherrill frowned. "Fine then. I'll have to use force."
He picked up Road by her arms and threw her over his shoulder.
"Nooo!" Road flailed. "Put me dowwwn!" She looked at a guy eating a funnel cake and yelled, "HELP! This strange man is trying to rape me! Call the police!"
The guy quickly nodded, flung the funnel cake aside, an
It'll Be OkayShe met him every day at the same place and at the same time. She worked downtown with an organization that took the entire fourteenth floor of one of the city's many skyscrapers and it was on the roof of said building that she met him each and every day.It'll Be Okay4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She never wondered why he came to meet her and she never asked. To be honest, she didn't want to know. All she knew was that she stepped onto the roof at five AM sharp, showing up early for her shift in the hopes that she would see him, and he was always there, standing on the ledge with his hands shoved in his pockets as he watched the sunrise, waiting patientlyalways so patientlyfor her.
This day was no exception. Despite how early it was, it was surprisingly warm out, so she hadn't bothered with a jacket and she was glad she hadn't when she laid eyes on his blond hair, his broad, toned back. She hoped she looked even slightly close to how beautiful he appeared to be. She stepped closer to him and he gave no acknowledgem
Poet's RhapsodySlit my skinPoet's Rhapsody4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
make it rain.
No- I'm okay,
I'm not in pain.
I'm just stuck, my
thoughts all clogged;
my brain is so
So make it rain
drain my thoughts.
Uncap my pen,
Free my soul
from my mind.
Come on now,
please be kind.
Take off the cap,
throw it away.
Oh, this muse,
make it stay.
Pinch me clear,
let me see.
Let's write away
This muse feels rich,
it's all mine.
You yanked me up
I'm through the clouds
so sickly sweet.
This manic rhythm,
devoid of beat.
Oh, make it stay;
let it shine.
Let's just pretend
it's all damn fine.
Let the ink
keep on dripping,
let my feet
keep on slipping.
I'll just write
away my woes;
watch them wither
like a rose.
Slit my skin
with my pen.
Don't take my muse
from me again.
No, I'm just dandy-
I'm not in pain.
I'm just looking for
MH: Content (Halloween)It was late. Perhaps midnight. Maybe even later. Well, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was alone.MH: Content (Halloween)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The kitchen had an eerie atmosphere at night. It was most likely due to the silence and the dull gleam of metal tools, reflecting the low glow of the silvery moon from the window at the back. It was immediately switched into a business-like area the moment the lights flickered on. Clean and orderly, there wasn't a speck of dirt to be seen, not even on the top of shelves that nearly touched the ceiling. Good.
Shane slipped the spatula off his wrist and set it on the counter. He didn't need it for what he had in mind. Making sure that his sleeves were rolled up properly so they wouldn't come loose and interrupt him in the middle of his work, he then took out what he needed from several compartments in the kitchen.
One and a half cups of flour...
Three quarters a cup of cocoa powder...
Three quarters a cup of softened butter...
An eighth of a t
Roy's PockyRoy's Pocky8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hey! shouted an excited Roy Mustang, barging into the room of his office. Riza sat in her chair with a bored expression, Ed and Winry sitting at the sofa beside it. They finally came!! he announced happily.
Riza stood from her chair and calmly walked over to him. There was a small box in his hands, no bigger than one that holds a small toy. On the top was labeled in a strange inscription. Riza recognized as Japanese writing. The only place she knew who would write in such a language would be the country of Xing.
But what would Roy have with a box from Xing?
Sir? Riza asked curiously.
I ordered this from Xing a LONG time ago! Roy answered for her. How he always knew her thoughts shell never know. I heard of these sweets there that are delicious! More tasty than chocolate here even! he said rushing to his desk. Along the way, he was accidentally tripped by a certain foot
Stray BulletsHesitantly Breathe InStray Bullets4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Asking have you ever felt so very awkward in your own skin?
Wanting then, to open your mouth; tell the nearest person;
"It doesn't fit"; Not anymore it doesn't; there's no room.
But they don't listen, so very jaded from every faded wish;
And, It Hurts; to hurt alone.
Can't You See It? - WolvesWhy can't you see it?Can't You See It? - Wolves6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What we really can be.
Why would you break it?
All that makes us free.
You hunt us down for fun?!
We're predator, not prey!
If you don't understand that,
Then we may be gone some day
Why can't you see it?
All that we can be.
Why would you kill it?
And ruin what you see?
We have sharp teeth its true
But we're not mindless machines
When you take to the air
We all know what it means.
Why would you harm it?
The beauty among the trees
What will you do to us?
When the one that runs is me?
All your lies have marked us!
We've dwindled far too long.
The creatures through the forest note
The absence of our song!
Why can't you see it?
How beautiful we can be?
Why can't you see it!?
The peace between you and me.
Worth It"Imagineering is a fickle thing."Worth It3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur nodded, his voice box yet to be installed. The automaton listened intently as his master worked on his right arm on the opposite side of the table.For some reason or other, his master had placed a panel over the wrist before attaching the hand there. He didn't question the reason behind it. How he was to be was up to his master.
"You have to see what you want and pretend it's there. You have to understand what it is that you want. The shape, size, colour, height, weight, texture and everything in between. You need to know all of this."
Another nod. His master smiled at him and walked over, resting a hand over the panel showing Arthur's heart.
"I don't have this ability, Arthur. But you do. Use it. You're a jester. You bring joy to others. Use your magic for that."
A faint tingling sensation registered in Arthur's brain and he looked down. Though only his head, torso and right arm were complete and attached, he was already learning. Wit
Farewells"Wimp."Farewells3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hah! Pathetic little brat!"
"You call that fighting?! Don't make me laugh, shrimp!"
Shut up. All of you.
"It's fine... don't worry."
"They'll realize their mistake soon. Don't cry, dear."
"Shhh... it's fine. Everything's fine."
I'm not crying, mother. Not anymore. I'm not going to wait, either. I'll make them realize their mistakes. I promise.
"Stand up for yourself. Don't hide behind others."
Is that all you have to say, father? Fine. I wasn't expecting much, anyway.
Nikolai sighed and adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder. Finally. The day he'd been waiting for his whole life was finally here. He was leaving his home to join the army. He smiled when a small sound came from his feet.
"You ready for this, Solace?" he asked, crouching down to pet the Vulpix on the head. The Vulpix in question leaned into his touch, whining in pleasure. She shook his hand off when she thought he was simply
CE - Side Effects, Sickness, and DiseasesIn the world of CE, when one chooses to become a soldier, they also choose to carry the consequences of what Anonification brings. Although the process of merging with a pokemon to become an ANON is simple as one two three, both trainer and anon are more prone to sickness and disease. Especially ones that were unexpectedly unleashed into this world when the poke-fuser was created. Luckily for you, most of these have cures thanks to our doctors.CE - Side Effects, Sickness, and Diseases2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Name: Torch pox
Has effect on: Humans
Info: A simple illness which causes the person to form orange spots on the body and become dehydrated. A sign that one might be getting Torch-pox is if the person begins to feel unusually hot, especially in cool locations like in the ICE alliance. If that happens, the person starts to develop the spots on the next day or 2. The victim must absolutely not do any sort of training or exercise due to the risk of over heating. Many have ignored these warnings an
Brush the...Brush the snow white petalBrush the...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a beautiful flower
So perfect and serene
In its unmistakable beauty
Brush the snow white petal
Watch as it turns
From that glowing soft colour
Into that of decay and rot
Brush the snow white petal
And behold the terrible sight
Of a lovely flower disappear
Into small fragments of dirt
Brush the dead brown flower
And look at its decayed beauty
Shattered into small fragments
Of long forgotten serenity
Brush the dead brown flower
And watch as the fresh breeze
Blows its pitiful remnants away
With a carressing hand
Brush the dead brown flower
Once a sight to behold
Now a sight to be ignored
Forever a sight to be forgotten
Everything You EverHere lies everything,Everything You Ever4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world I wanted at my feet
So what now?
You lie there.
You lie still.
You lie lifeless
My victory's complete
So hail to the king
For I have won at last
My success has arrived
My wish has been lies
My hopes within reach
(Everything you ever...)
I don't know.
I don't care.
I don't want to.
Arise and sing
For your beautiful hopes.
Your useless efforts
Your hopeless endeavour
Your naive dreams
So your world benign
So you think justice has a voice
And yet "Justice" destroyed you
"Justice" pulled the trigger.
"Justice" ended you, not I.
"Justice" did nothing as you left.
And we all have a choice
Well, now your world is mine
Let "Evil" parade as it will
"Evil" will destroy your home
"Evil" shall end what "Justice" began
"Evil" will suck your world dry
(Everything you ever...)
It doesn't concern me
It doesn't matter
It can't matter anymore
And I am fine
Like you, I can no longer tu