Brush the Sky~Brush the Sky~Brush the Sky5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I entered hell
the demons all had wings of black
slick and ridged and shining
graceful on their backs
When I entered heaven
the angels' wings were white
glistening and soft and smooth
spreading wide in flight
When I entered the forest
the fairies watched me pass
their colorful wings aflutter
shining mosaics of glass
But the wings I hide are dreary
and monotonously grey
they gape with holes and broken bones
in a lifeless sort of way
If I pretend that nothing's wrong
as I fly with damaged wings
Perhaps will all that hurts me
turn into better things
Spiral staircase to somewhere
they say you'll touch the sky
but I can't even brush the clouds
with wings that will not fly
A fairytaleI have treasures and jewelsA fairytale3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anything a man could desire
Glimmering gold and shinning silver,
Ruby rich rings and crystal crowns
There is something though,
Something that mortal men value
I think they call her,
Maybe if I take her
The people might be nice to me
Lands worship me,
For I am more precious
Than any metal
I don't do much yet
People love me
On another boring day
It bursts through.
It takes me
And flies far, far away
From my safe castle.
How dare it take our princess!
Taking our gold, burn our villages
But this time
This time it has gone too far.
Do not worry my princess
For I shall save you
If you just hang on.
I think she is scared of me
But who wouldn't be?
I took her from her home,
I breathe fire,
I am full of claws and teeth
Maybe I should take her back
I just want a friend though.
IT maybe isn't so bad.
IT brings me food,
And doesn't hurt me
I just want to go home though.
I burst through the cave wall
You shall not hurt our princess!
I shout, valiant a
Honorary Jack Frost dayQuietly, a young man with brown hair and a long flowing coat walked through the forest. He happily kicked around piles of snow, snapping frozen twigs under his shoes and tearing up the grass.Honorary Jack Frost day2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hovering above him was another young man, this one much younger in appearance, who wielded a frost covered stick in one hand and a snowball in the other. With a large grin, he threw the snowball and hit his target directly on the head.
Hey, if you were going to come into his territory, you might as well pay the price.
The man looked up at the sky, shaking snow and water from his hair. Shivering, he shook his coat, keeping his eyes trained on the sky the whole time. Jack, the hovering boy, let loose a cheerful laugh which rang through the forest. He didn’t think twice about it; there was no chance that anyone would hear him, so why worry?
But the man underneath him persisted, squinting up at Jack until his laughter faded and his smile switched into one of complete fascination.
The PianistHe played the piano. All day in his home near the town square, people could hear the faint melody of the keys. But at night, when the town was blanketed by the navy velvet sky, the notes carried through the air effortlessly, calming even the angriest of men and lulling the minds of the ferocious dogs that barked for hours on end. Babes needed not the soft tunes of their mothers' lips to carry them into the land of sleep, for he who played the piano had taken that shift upon himself.The Pianist5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And tonight, the babes were hushed into peaceful slumber, mothers silently grateful for the sweet reprieve. Men wallowing in the taverns had come to stand beneath the full moon, regardless of the heavy downpour. Many ears were deaf of all save for the slow and graceful melody that seemed to come from everywhere at once, almost a second blanket to the town underneath the midnight quilt pierced with tiny diamonds.
High above the town, atop his home, he played. Face upturned and eyes squeezed shut, he let his
Hobbit - Little Acts of HeroismDwarves couldn’t swim, Bilbo had been surprised to discover.Hobbit - Little Acts of Heroism2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There were a great many things which, although they seemed quite natural to the dwarves, initially mystified the little Hobbit. Their method of greeting each other by smashing their skulls together was only the first incident in which he became aware of their unfamiliar customs. He quickly discovered more over the next few days of travelling and, in the privacy of his head; he wryly conceded that Gandalf had been right. The world was most certainly not in his books. To be entirely truthful, he learned more about the peoples of Middle Earth from one talk with the well-educated and surprisingly chatty Dori, than he had done in his entire life up until that point.
Needless to say, Dwalin’s nipple-ring had been a major eye-opener and even now the company liked to do impressions of Bilbo’s squeak of surprise upon noticing it. Bifur’s injury too had alarmed him, although in truth the axe firmly lodged in his
eight things about growing up.eighteight things about growing up.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I told my brother I was going to be a fairy when I grew up. Or a bird, or sprite something with wings so I could touch the clouds.
I learned that fairies weren't real when I was six, after I tried to jump off a parking structure to see if I could fly.
That day I also broke my leg in three places and saw an angel's face in the clouds. (And don't tell anybody, but sometimes I spend all day looking for him.)
My neighbors back in Denver had a son who was a schizophrenic. After he went off his meds for the third time, he painted the windows red and told his wife she had to abort their baby because it wasn't human.
A year later, I heard that he was arrested after pointing a hunting rifle on his family. It was loaded, but he didn't pull the trigger because his mother said she trusted him.
I guess love is kind of like that, too.
Seattle didn't come until I was fifteen, in October.
My family and I took a boat ride on Friday. We listened to the captain
The Banquet of the Goddess Once Mother Earth and Father Time were referred to as simply the Mother and the Father. Between them they created all of life and all of death.The Banquet of the Goddess3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Mother chose to bear Life. She chose to create Beauty where there was once emptiness, and tend to the happiness of all Her creations. She did this all, her heart filled with Love.
Thus She became known as Mother Earth, bringer of Life and joy, food and shelter, Life and Love.
Where Mother Earth desired to bring happiness to all, the Father demanded power. He sought control through fear, through taking from creation the very gifts that Mother Earth gave with so much Love. His obsession introduced Death, Sadness, and Hate.
He became Father Time, holding a power which kept all living things in fear of the clock and the time they had left on the Earth.
For many years Mother Earth and Father Time balance
El caballero de plata y el arco negro del cieloH no se movió de su escondrijo entre los arbustos a pesar de que se le empezaban a clavar molestas espinas en la espalda.El caballero de plata y el arco negro del cielo3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Llevaba largo rato contemplando al caballero de plata. Su peculiar armadura (decorada profusamente con grabados de batallas y conquistas acontecidos centenares de años atrás), aparentaba estar hecha de una sola pieza. Su forma también era especial: parecía estar dentro de un destelleante cilindro y cuando se movía lo hacía siempre con movimientos rígidos y bruscos.
Sin embargo, desde poco después de llegar H a la colina, el caballero de plata había estado totalmente inmóvil, con la cabeza levantada hacia lo alto, observando el cielo fijamente desde la parte más alta de la colina. Miraba por encima de la inmensa bandada de cisnes tristes, incluso por encima del arco negro, a la luna.
H tenía ya las piernas entumecidas cuando apareció al pie de la c
For a Girl in the Messinese languageFor a GirlFor a Girl in the Messinese language3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Prou ena Nina
Prou en' nina tanto hormosa
ániman emóu vou na dá
en cutiyou cun dio yamnou
emóu carziá intraba.
Men me mirá; sto yorans,
e cantandon ce cuaisou,
tou gauzia 'mou e tanto gran
non tá possou supportá.
Men tá gauzia 'sou tenei tou, hica
prou ei auba cuomo chia,
mage abè en' osscurio hica
cuai cremaroun a carziá 'mou.
For a Girl
For the girl so beautiful
I would give my soul
a double-edged knife
piercing my heart.
Don't look at me; I am crying,
it is singing that I want,
my joy is but so great
I cannot bear it.
Don't withhold your joy, young girl,
for you are white like snow
but there's a darker girl,
who set fire to my heart.
Write What You KnowWrite What You Know2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, a young woman was so in love with books that she decided she wanted to become a writer so she, too, could create loveable stories. She read everything she could about writing. Then, one day, she found herself in a book store where she bumped into an old man among the shelves. Turning to apologize, she discovered it was a venerable, much-loved author.
As soon as she could find her voice to speak, she said, "Oh, sir! I know you are very busy, and so I would just like to ask you one small question: what is the best piece of advice you have for a beginning writer?"
The old man smiled and said, "Certainly, young lady. In fact, I will write it down for you." He took out a small slip of paper and a pen and jotted something down. Then he handed the paper to her.
She thanked him profusely and moved out of his way so he could go about his business. Then she looked at the little paper in her hand. She frowned.
"Write what you know."
Well she was very disappointed. In fact, it m
InsanityWhy must I continue to fight?Insanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can't I just run away?
Why won't my legs let me run?
I want to be a coward, a coward....
I can't run away from my fears.
My destiny will not control me.
I shouldn't run away, I shouldn't run away.
I must stand, I must fight.
Charging onto the battlefield,
Dashing through the enemy,
A wave of destruction spreading in my wake.
I'll destroy all who stand in my way.
Yes, all will be destroyed.
I will destroy it all with my own hands.
Nothing will stop me now.
I shall wipe them all from existence.
What have I done?...
I've destroyed all I've hated.
But also all I've loved.
I have nothing left to lose.
I do not care anymore.
Hot blood flows through my body.
Millions of thoughts race in my mind.
I cannot make sense of it all.
There is no one there.
Everyone's gone, all gone.
Have they left me, or have I left them.
Or were they ever even here at all?
The Claire Witch ProjectThere are many things you can easily explain to your parents. Accidentally blowing up your uncle is not one of them.The Claire Witch Project2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You are so busted, Claire,” said my sister Lindsay, eying the singed curtains and the freshly made crater in my bedroom floor. “Wait until Dad finds out you were practicing transmorph spells in your room unsupervised.”
“We can still fix this,” I replied hurriedly, switching spellbooks on my Kindle. But I’d only downloaded the basic transmorph spells and hadn’t gotten the counter-curses yet. Blast it.
“Claire, look!” Lindsay hopped off my bed and stepped towards the crater. “It worked!”
Sure enough, in the center of the ring of scorched carpet was a small green newt with a wide face like Uncle Isaac’s and bulbous eyes his exact shade of blue.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “We can change him back before Mom gets home—”
Suddenly, we heard the doors downstairs blow open and
Zombie Survival GuideZombie Survival GuideZombie Survival Guide8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Daniel H@#&- Demented One
A common staple in many B-movies, Zombies are often depicted as taking over the world. Having watched many of those movies I have decided to compile my own Zombie Survival Guide after reading the one at Kuro5hin.org. This guide will be posted in many places I know of so that if anyone comments I will be able to make a better one later. To date I have not read Max Brook's Zombie Survival Guide, though I intend to. As for the debate I've seen on the Fast Zombies vs. Slow Zombies, this guide is written with Slow Zombies in mind, for if they are really dead bodies they would have series body control issues, and under the assumption that the outbreak is a large one that would last several years at least.
Preparation: (what you did for Y2K)
If you are already preparing for a Zombie invasion, lets face it; you don't need this guide, and are probably a little crazy, like me. Preparing for a Zombie i
TF: R4 - Coming Home (Part 1)The foul smoke that filled the room was thick, unlike the foul little cigar that produced it, and the foul little man that held the cigar. Bobbie tried not to scowl, even as the smoker smiled.TF: R4 - Coming Home (Part 1)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mr Rallis took a drag on his cigar. "I think," he began, "your memory must be confused." He fixed his gaze on Tan. "Too much of my ouzo, perhaps?"
Bobbie was in no mood for the Greek's games. Bristling, she sat up in her chair, her lips pursed.
"Mister Rallis, we won. I fail to see the problem."
The Greek spread his arms across the settee he inhabited, and offered Bobbie a toad's smile.
"Then you are a very short-sighted navigator, no?"
"Now wait just a minute," Tan began, beginning to rise. A slab of muscle shaped like a hand pressed him back into his seat, and the gorilla-framed Mr Papandreou - hovering at Tan's shoulder - shook his head.
"You allowed your opponent to reach the official first. You spent forty-five minutes running around New York, chased by the police. If they
RussiaXReaderXLithuaniaThis one is for you ~rainbowchick214, I hope you enjoy~RussiaXReaderXLithuania3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had now been three months since Ivan moved you into his place. This wasn't really a problem, since his house is big and quite a few others live in it as well. The baltics for instance. Yeah, to be honest it was the baltics that were the problem.
Well, not Estonia or Latvia really at all. You thought them to be quite sweet. But Lithuania... He was different. Maybe it was because he was the oldest of the baltics, but there was something so strange about him. You couldn't put your finger on it.
He was always the one who served you, did chores for you and all the while when you said he didn't have to do everything for you, he replied by saying he didn't mind doing things for you. To be honest he warmed you from the inside, he was the one your heart fluttered if you saw him. You knew, you just knew you were falling for the gentle Lithuanian.
On the other hand though you had Russia and while you did still have s
Paper ButterfliesA cut, a tear, a fold,Paper Butterflies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slice of color and a cut or two,
and another paper butterfly is born.
IV drips in the hand
keeping everything in place
while the cuts and tears and folds
keeps going on.
One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.
That's the number
she was told to make.
One thousand, six hundred and sixty six.
Until she can get a wish.
A nice nurse had told her so,
and shown her how to make them
but she had only made thirty out of the
one thousand, six hundred and sixty six
It seemed like such an impossible number
that one thousand six hundred and sixty six
but our patient needed that wish
just like everyone else,
in that hospital that our patient was at.
Her wish though
was not what someone expects
from our patient who will not last much longer.
is for her family to be happy when she's gone
and that they won't miss her to much
and that they will find someone else
after she has gone.
isn't to stay
and to get better
because she knows
that it won'
Timeless rain, come carelesslyTimeless rain, come carelessly, comeTimeless rain, come carelessly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scour the furrows in the land.
You are most cathartic for the sky
and drop from fumbling hands.
Drumroll, drumroll - smiling, insist
yourself in grass and wood and fences
marked as Private. You are young snow
but with ambition. A stormcloud's
in my head and you should know that
the world is drenched and wailing.