The Seal Of Judith. The Change Part.1The Seal Of Judith. The Change Part.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PREVIOUSLY: You were finally registered and started to work in the mansion of King Isilra, while you were with Leon you were given a couple options for work by choosing between 3 doors according to your way of thinking.
NOTE: YOU ONLY READ THIS IF YOU RESPONDED (I'll go pass the Door Of Change, A Nocturnal garden? Sounds cool! Gonna take a peek~!) (It's like a dating game if you didn't get the clue..)
You decided to check out The Nocturnal Garden, you opened the door giving a ¨creak¨ sound, you walked in and closed the door and looked around the place. It wasn't a room but it looked like the place where they filmed the last Jurassic Park movie it was a jungle! It had many plants and the room seemed to never end of this, and many had a very special and beautiful light that glowed in the dark room, you begin to walk around and saw that the room was dark a
I Can Haz Ceasefire?"I'm not sure I fully understand the traditions of this race," said general Zhlag, "but I don't think that's normal."I Can Haz Ceasefire?2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You there!" called the commander. "Human. What are you doing?"
"I just want to talk for a minute," he shouted across the blasted field. "Don't shoot!"
"I've read about this," said the general. "Isn't a white flag more traditional?" he shouted to the messenger.
"We're in the middle of a war!" the messenger replied. "Not a lot of white flags handy."
"I suppose practical matters sometimes require one to deviate from tradition, but I've never heard of somebody calling a truce with a cat on a stick."
"Well, like I said. Not a lot of white flags around at the moment."
"It's not even a white cat!"
"Not a lot of white cats, either."
General Zhlag decided not to draw attention to what must already have been an embarrassing matter. "I take it you are speaking on behalf of the Earth people. What is it you wanted to say?" he asked.
"Just one thing," replied the messenger: "Sic him
Of All Things - WatsonThere was one thing that Watson could never get used to, one thing that Holmes did that always slowly drove him insane, with worry and even guilt sometimes for not being there It was when he would disappear for weeks on end. He would say he would be back soon, that it was a simple case, But he wouldn't return.Of All Things - Watson5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was never contact either in these, just a disoriented Holmes wandering home at an ungodly hour, hurt beyond what any normal Human would have given up at. But he always found his way home, to his doctor, to safety.
He prayed that would be today that the next time the door opened that he would slam down his journal and bolt out to the staircase to find Holmes in a heap on the floor, hurt, but alive.
But now, the door opened quietly, never a good sign, was it Mrs. Hudson? He set down his journal and stood, walking from his office and placing his hand on the door to Holmes' study. It was officer Clark
LucyLucy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She dances, forever in my imagination.
But is she worth striving my entire life to create?
I believe she is.
It would mean sacrificing my current way of life...
My adventures and long discussions with myself...
Is the birth of my dreams worthy of the death of my reality?
I'll do it, but it will be impossible alone.
I will destroy my beliefs.
For her. For it. For the dust in my brain.
I drink myself to sleep now, and forget this insanity.
Online"I have a problem."Online3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You always were a worrier."
"Don't you want to know what it is?"
"Not if it's going to worry me as well."
"That's precisely why you should know it."
"I really think I'll pass."
"But this time it's a really big deal."
"Oh for the love of- All right. All right. You win. What is it?"
"What did you think the first time you met me?"
"That's not a problem, that's a question."
"How am I supposed to answer it exactly?"
"I don't know if your mother explained this to you, but all you have to do is open your mouth and words-"
"Shut it, smart ass."
"Then answer the question."
"I thought you were beautiful."
"See, now that's impossible."
"And why is that?"
"Because the first time you met me, it was online."
"It wasn't your face I was calling beautiful. It was your anonymity in your words."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that in the vast abyss of the seas that form a web of people, you were the one who sat alone in a life broke
A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?A History of Imaginarium3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But time passed us by. And things changed. We grew up, much to Peter Pan's dismay. And things became what they would never become if we believed. Things became boring.
Reading became insipidly real, about average people with average lives. And what was worse, we enjoyed that much more that the fantastical tales that our imagination wa
(A)Musing - Part OneIt took ten minutes for Lawrence Bradley to realize he was still on the same paragraph, reading without actually reading. He blinked at the page rather dully before opening the bedside table drawer and fishing out a bookmark. The story would not progess tonight, not as long as these thoughts weighted heavily on his mind. He folded up his wire glasses and laid them on top of the book. Sighing, he slouched his way into a more horizontal position.(A)Musing - Part One3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It would have been a lie to claim he wasn't attracted to her. And Lawrence Bradley was, among other things, a honest man. He was attracted, but he didn't know why.
She was quite sweet, but no more so to him than she was to everyone. Intelligent, yes, but weren't most of his students? They managed a passable enough imitation of intelligence anyway, at least when they showed up for class. She wasn't pretty - and that wasn't a harsh judgement on his part. Autumn Fanshaw was as plain Jane as they made them and he'd taught his share of
StrikingIt was warm.Striking2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not hot like she had been expecting a soft, gentle warmth that saturated her every extremity down to her fingertips. Like stoking the fire of a small heater, one bundle of sticks at a time. She was nestled snugly under the pale blue sheets watching sleepily as the man beside her dozed on. His grey hair looked more frazzled than normal and it was strange to her to see him so relaxed. The sharp intelligence in his blue eyes had always been striking and they were now closed to her.
Dinner conversation had been polite, ranging all over from Shakespeare to the latest blockbuster film; the two were completely absorbed in their own world for the night while the din of the crowd rose and fell around them.
She stretched her neck and shoulder blades with a soft groan, sparing a brief glance at his watch lying askew on the nearby intable. Nearly 2:15 in the afternoon. She returned her arm back to her side and burrowed back into the blankets with a puff of a sigh.
A Dream in the DesertThey had lost everything in the fire.A Dream in the Desert3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wreckage lay behind them, sending off the occasional flare of smoke and light whenever the fire stumbled across another canister of fuel. As soon as they'd crawled to safety, Aidan had remarked that, at the very least, they still had their lives.
"Will that be enough?" Finn muttered to himself now, dragging his eyes away from the crumpled remains of their ship. For a second, he let his eyes skim near the sun. It sagged above their heads, groaning as it struggled to pull its heavy, swollen mass toward the horizon. Here, below, the planet could do little but succumb to its lightwhite and scathing, like holy fire.
In front of him, Aidan stumbled through the sand, struggling to navigate the slope of the dune as he patched the worst of the holes in his biosuit. Finn hurriedly did the same, peeling off the hood of his suit and trying not to wince as the rubbery material pulled on his skin. With aching slowness, he tore it into thin strips and t
PorcelainPowerless,Porcelain4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
from the start.
Facets1. He pulled a thick novel out and balanced it on his palm before fishing a pair of reading glasses from the mess on his desk. The surprise must have shown on her face, for he directed a quip at her.Facets3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. She yanked the controller out of his hands before he could lost a third consecutive boss battle and promptly died before being sent back to the loading screen.
3. She pulled out several CD's from the shelf.
"I didn't know many people in my age bracket enjoyed Celtic music so much."
4. They had planned to have a few rounds at the bowling alley to alleviate the boredom of small town life, but found their plans thwarted upon seeing the sheer number of people inside. It was just their luck that they chose the one weekend when a tournament was being held.
5. She made a sharp turn into an abandoned parking lot and slammed the brakes. "Give me thaaat!" and snatched the GPS from his hands, studying the digital map.
"Idiot. You've still got us set in the same town w
NevermindI'm hurt, but nevermind;Nevermind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just look the other way.
I'm frustrated, but nevermind;
doesn't affect your day.
So forget it,
move on with your life.
Forget it ever happened,
turns out I only need this knife.
Brought an end to all the pain.
I no longer am your burden,
never to exist again.
PretendingYou asked me the other dayPretending4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who I was pretending to be
I always thought I was pretending to be myself
I might be wrong though
you tell me...
Yesterday we broke up again
at least, I think we did
all you left this time was two smudged words on the mirror
written with my lipstick
and it was my favourite lipstick as well...
Maybe it should have been a sign,
that I worried more about my lipstick
than about the fact you left again
Those things are expensive though
have you ever looked at the cost of good make-up?
I didn't think so.
Though it's not as high as the cost when we make up
which always happens
How I hate that word.
I guess I'm not the only one who likes to pretend
Beautiful DayThere are some days that are inherently beautiful.Beautiful Day2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hot green-yellow days in August-- or July, but never June-- where everything seems still, like you're the only person in the world, because all the normal people are inside with their air conditioners, and all the birds are resting, and you lie down on the grass and it feels like it's just you and the great growing plant world that surrounds you, and it's utterly still, the only moving air caused by your breath, and for a minute you know what peace is. And then the air stirs, and you hear a lawn mower in the distance and smell the fresh-cut grass, and some laughter or shouts in the distance because some kids are playing something, but it's still quiet in your empty space of green, even when a car goes by, even when suddenly a pair of twittering birds flies overhead, two dark spots against the blue bit of sky overhead.
Days in the winter when the clouds are thick and heavy, like a flannel sweater over the world, and they're shaking down
Digitigrade IIThe human foot contains twenty-six bonesDigitigrade II3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for running and dancing and spinning
pirouettes in neat circles,
balanced on one foot before two,
starved for attention with every broken
"Ballet is more than dancing,
Grace," the en pointe trainer balanced
on one foot and named every bone
supporting her weight.
Grace spins one
circle on the hardwood floor:
her eyes land on the barre mirror.
She doesn't see the atrophied bone
ribs through pink gauze,
but only imagines herself as beautiful.
Weeks of anorexic binging display the remains
of weak structure.
One more skin-and-bone
cygnet remained an ugly duckling
as the starved light of dawn danced across the sky
on bleach bone toes.
The empty theater seats fill up
while en pointe sylphs
count their ribs backstage
at the memorial performance
where grace fluttered,
In the lightIt started highIn the light2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the lights down low,
then I slipped
and my lips
found the tip
of your nose.
I was caught
by the knot
that you brought
and decided would grow.
I could open me up
or my heart could erupt,
or I could mistrust
that my insides could show
Let me hear
that you're near,
I could go.
No, I'll stay,
from the day
You'll stay in the light
while I fight
with the night
and live life forever alone.
He SaysHe asks me why I print so much,He Says2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why I can't just get everything I need at once,
And save myself some time.
But honey, I like the exercise.
He says that I should change the color of my hair,
That I would look better with lighter hair,
More people would look at me, he says.
Darling, what I look like is just for me.
He tells me that I need to change the way I think about myself;
Confidence is better than looking at the ground
And need to show people that I am proud.
Baby, how can I be proud of me when you're not?
He claims that I need to let my inhibitions go
Just relax and let him have his way with me;
I'll feel better in the long run.
Sweetie, consent is sexy.
He begs me not to turn my back on him,
That he needs me to stay
I'm the only one who can save his life.
You bastard, I'm walking away from you, to live my life for me again.
The Visitor - Part 1It was twenty-eight minutes past seven, on the sixth day of October, and London was being rained on. Rain is not something that happens in London or over London or even around London. It happens to London, in the same way that chicken-pox happens to five-year-olds.The Visitor - Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
London with rain happening to it is a very different place to London with nice-weather-for-this-time-of-year. It's grumpier. People talk less, and they hurry everywhere, holding up briefcases and newspapers like offerings to the gods. Women in high heels perform that peculiar toes-only not-quite-running that is unique to the breed. And anyone arriving in a safe, dry haven, will say to the first human being they encounter, "It's absolutely tipping it down out there!"
On that morning (the sixth of October, seven twenty-eight) Doctor Rosemary Fortune was not performing the toes-only run, the newspaper-over-head jog, or any other undignified movement. She had come equipped with a very la
BlindYou've torn apart my hopes and dreams,Blind3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
until nothing remained.
Tried and tried and tried again,
but nothing's ever gonna change.
Everyday in misery;
it's all I know.
Never quite had the nerve to say-
All the times you passed me by,
just turned away,
didn't want to see me cry,
what you have done to me.
Nothing I do is good enough,
you'll always know.
You never loved me.
You'll never know,
how much it hurts.
Knowing I'll try to stand,
but just hit the dirt, again.
Every day of hopelessness;
it's all I know.
Never really found the words to say-
And every time I felt the pain,
you told me that I was to blame.
Can't you see,
what you have done to me?
The MasqueradeA fake smile,The Masquerade4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They all stare,
as your heart beats faster.
No one knows,
what's deep inside.
right before their eyes;
it has begun.
Now they know,
you fear the sun.
Between HeartbeatsWe hold in our kiss what you once called the beauty of a fading dream,Between Heartbeats4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The light to what seems to be a way of desperation,
Or perhaps just one to break down my seams.
Your touch calls upon my skin waves upon waves of trembling need,
Leaving me in fear of your breath-taking little smiles,
A chance to lose my mind to this consolation of love in between.
But I'm the one who has been preaching the lack of beauty in a fading dream,
Lighting the light in making our own unfading dreams,
And to perhaps hoping to fall in love somewhere in between.
Prussia, America and the Great PumpkinPRUSSIA, AMERICA AND THE GREAT PUMPKINPrussia, America and the Great Pumpkin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One cold summer's day Prussia was walking along stroking a lobster when America flew out a bush.
"OMG ITS BARBIE!" he yelled before hoping off and hiding in a curtain.
"WAIT I NEED MI LADY GAGA CDS BACK!" shouted Prussia epicly running after him.
Prussia got his newspaper and started looking America and his Lady Gaga CDs. First he look in a matchbox, but America wasnt in there so he looked in the freezer.
"OMG PRUSSIA AMERICA IS IN THE CURTAIN!111!" said the freezer.
"OMGWTF YOU BETRAYED ME EVIL FREEZER!!!" shouted America epicly and started shooting at them with a daffodil. Prussia kicked the freezer into his handbag and hit America with it. Then Gilbird pooped on America's head and started dancing on his ears.
"STOOOOOOOOOOP!!!" said America annoyed. "I'M HINDIG FROM THE GRATE PUMPKING!"
"OMG!" said Prussia and hid in the handbag with the freezer.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" said Gilbird and hid in America's nose.
Suddenly, ENGLAND EPICLY ENT
Patchwork HumanI'll take a piece of you and youPatchwork Human2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will never see
the path that it will take.
I'll take a piece of him and he
will wonder where
I'll take a piece of her and she
will never know
I'm quick a piece of
Beautiful, in fact,
but where'd you get
I can't remember anymore
it was stolen from.
And who am I
to pick apart
the pieces I enjoy?
And who am I
to take the last
of you and you comply?
And who am I?
The memories of an entity,
once whole but now benign
are hidden in the patches
of the quilt
I call myself.
Stitches made of steel
shall never, ever
Forever doomed to falsehood,
I'm not the man