Hydekre - An Excerpt from Intro[Please read description]Hydekre - An Excerpt from Intro1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The robot scanned the surrounding crowd with his eyes and snagged a glance at every shocked face. The woman who had been fond of his mystery was now cowering against one of the tables. The drunkard at the counter stared with a round gaze that was once drowsy moments before the fight. The tall man with the tattered hat was stiff with shock and the rugged man playing cards at the nearest table looked the robot up and down with windows of astonishment. Yep, the machine thought with a grim frame of mind, same faces every time. Exactly the same. That was his cue to leave before things got too out-of-hand--if they hadn‘t already.
He bent and grabbed his hat off the floor and brushed it off in a smooth, mechanical motion and stepped up to the counter where the ruda was still waiting for him. He grabbed it between his friction-coated fingertips, brought the glass to his face plating and tipped his head back, instantly absorbing the glowing liquid through the kre
Normal PillsNormal Pills3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I take them once,
I take them twice
but the pills don't
seem to suffice.
My mind is racing
with total doubt,
but the pills are running out.
Its hard to swallow,
harder to breathe,
I'm still not normal.
Why can't "weird" just leave?
The Kobolds meet ChupacabraKobolds like to eat babies. Babies are without a doubt their favorite food and they will go to extraordinary lengths to obtain them for their cooking pots. However, while kobolds are notorious cradle robbers, they are known to eat almost anything. In fact they have been seen eating ants, spiders, scorpions, centipedes, millipedes, mice, rats, racoons, possums, beavers, squirrels, groundhogs, chipmunks, cats—after much effort—small dogs, bats, fish—if they can catch them without drowning—and birds and birds eggs—once again this involves a large risk on the kobold's part—and all manner of other things that we shall not name here. However they rarely will try to carry off a meal that is noticeably larger than themselves. It is a truly bold and daring—or just plain foolhardy—kobold that will try such a thing. However one night, there was a particular band of kobolds were equal parts clever—at least one of them was, the rest we can't beThe Kobolds meet Chupacabra1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
adjetivoadjetivo6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Si tuviera que describirlo el día de hoy, tendría que decir que estaba excitado. Frustrado sería también un buen adjetivo.
Y es que esas cosas no me suceden muy a menudo, o quizá sí, pero con variaciones sustanciales que, en esencia, ahora que lo miro con detenimiento, son pan con lo mismo.
El caso es que ese día fue muy incierto, y de esa incertidumbre que te quita el hambre con un vacío enorme en el estómago.
Llegué al despacho tan sólo como siempre, no lo veo de otra manera, limpié los escritorios, barrí el piso, encendí la computadora y puse música de la misma automática manera que lo hago todos los días, pero con una extraña hiperactividad que me obligaba a moverme nerviosamente. Puse en orden las notas del día y me dispuse a trabaja en cualquier pendiente; sin embargo me sorprendí dos horas después navegando entre montones de correos basura que revisaba sin ponerles la má
MemecesMe Preguntaban idiotecesMemeces6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Desesperada la agonía del momento
Se volvía un almibarado dínamo de posiciones
Qué respondo...y lloraba
In crescendo un sonido de grillo me torturaba
Era un hueste de presión contra mi sosiego
Fuera de mí, al frente mío, algunos me miraban perplejos
Di algo, decían monigotes y payasos
Cegatos en la decisión de mi postura, ardían por dentro
Como simple rescate de mi caída en algún autismo
Un suspiro de cisne me atrapó, me relajó
Mañosa manera mía de responder por mi vida
Pero no, esperaba el mundo una respuesta
Mas no, no me importaba satisfacer mi aceptación
Porque me daba igual, ya era una mentira de la sociedad
El violar al reducto del pensar
.you break free.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the grip of
just to die in
the arms of the shore
Carry My LoveCarry My Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carry my heart, not because you need to, but because my heart found you.
Carry my dreams, not because you understand, but because my dreams were only about you.
Carry my blood as it was yours, not because I depend on you, but because our blood is sealed.
Carry my body as it was yours, not because I'm gone, but because I will always be with you.
Carry my love through eternity, not because I'm the only one, but because I will always love you.
Books I sat there, nestled within the sheets of my bed, comforter wrapped around me. A lone light shone down upon the object of my attention; a book. A simply bound, with a dull red cover, book. Nothing remarkable to say the least.Books1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But I knew better. What seemed like just another dead tree was actually a treasure. It was a gateway to other worlds, worlds with heroes and villains, good and evil, loss and love. Worlds full of life, full of beautiful forests, bustling cities, and otherworldly planes of existence.
Yes, it looked just like a plain book. But to me, that book was beautiful.
Ilusion sonriente . in EnglishEs de madrugada y me siento como invitado en mi propia habitaciónIlusion sonriente . in English6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
La noche se asemeja incómoda, devanea entre cuatro paredes y trémula
Sobre mi mesa empieza a explotar, a detonarse, a volverse arte
Tropel de mi sentidos, insidioso de no ser realidad más
La nada empieza a absorberme, a devorarme, a destruirme. . .
No puedo ni llorar, estoy siendo manoseado sin ser manoseado
Junto a la noche, somos las perras de las ilusiones presentes
Pero todavía sigues ahí, vistiendo camisas a cuadros
Vez como dejo de ser algo para convertirme en otro
Sonríes, satisfechos todos y te vas
Se acabaron. Ni nada.
Todavía siento a mi alma intentona de abrir mis ojos
No la culpo, somos resultado de un engaño que se supo hacer
It's the dawn and I feel as a guest in my own room
The night looks like uncomfortable, wanders around four walls and frightened
On my table It starts exploiting, detonating, turning into art
A true heroA true hero3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.
Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.
He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.
He's your teddy bear.
He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.
They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.
He remembers the endless love.
He remembers everything.
Every night he stands
sword in one hand,
shield in another,
ready to fight.
All for the person
who loves him the most.
Add Salt The plan was set. Now all it needed was execution. And salt.Add Salt1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The poor soul never knew what hit him. The speech flowed from my lips, scalding what remained of the other’s words in the air, and poisoning the thoughts of the audience against his futile dreams and goals. The cocky smirk smeared on his face turned to a frown, then a scowl as my speech set its metaphorical sails and devastated his in a duel to the death.
As I finished, I flashed a grin, seeing his pride lying with a gaping wound. As I finished, his pride was gasping in pain as I salted the wound. I bowed as I finished, and the audience roared in approval, and a grin spread across my face.
I walked away with a mirror of his earlier expression plastered on my face. I knew how to slap back down his overeager advance. Just add salt.
The Joy of KillingThe chin was now clean, polished and soft. The man got up and looked at himself in the glass. He ran his hand over the skin and felt its freshness, its newness.The Joy of Killing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Thanks," he said. He stood up to admire his newly shaven face in the mirror. I must have been very nervous, because I was afraid of what I might do to this man. Without even realizing it. My blade was once again around his throat. "What is this?" he asked. Without answering him, I slit his throat. His expression in mirror was beautiful. It was if his soul had escaped his body, his eyes were looking into the mirror with such a beautiful gaze. Blood was all over the floor and my shirt. I didn't bother to clean to up, I just wanted... to kill some more. The feeling of being able to take away a human life was amazing. I ran out of the shop laughing hysterically. The blood from my razor sharp blade was on my face now. It felt like I could keep running until I got to kill again. I ran into my house startling my wife who sitting on t