Tap, tap, tap.
Tap. Click, click.
Tap, tap, click, click.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, click.
"That won't help."
She leaned against the door-frame, a variance of colours following in her wake.
I sighed. Slouching, shuffling to the side a little. "I know." I pushed the mouse away.
She hummed, stepping into the room, taking in the stark white colour, papers scattered around, sketches half-done. A single notepad on the pale desk.
The colours around her seemed dull for a moment. Vanished altogether, eyes downcast, while open. "Here." Her hand reached into her pocket, reappearing with a pen and butterfly pin.
I took the pen.
"Humph." She took another step, and turned my face. "You're wearing this whether you like it or not, and you know perfectly well why." She swivelled my chair around.
I didn't fight it.
Only stared blankly at the mirrored image of the room. A slight prickling sensation, at the base of my neck, transformed,
Doyle's CuriosityDoyle had never seen or touched a dollar bill.Doyle's Curiosity3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of course, he had heard about what was called now as physical moneybut it was only in the context of "It's a good thing that we all got rid of physical money a long time ago. It's really less hassle!"
Doyle was used to the concept of EC. After all, it was all he had known, and he had possessed an EC card since he was eight years old. That was the age the government gave children EC cards, and parents were required to place an allowance (however meager they wished) into the card.
EC, or electronic currency for short, was adopted by the United States and most European countries before Doyle was born, and even before his parent's time. The switch to EC had been done rather quickly, by an exective order by the president of the day, so he had heard. There had been government sponsored bonfires of paper money, and most coinage was seized by federal officials and melted into ore. That was all Doyle had heard about the transfer to EC. Most p
StormsShe was reluctantly letting herself be dragged up the path, snowflakes whipping against her as she failed to realise she wasn't actually feeling cold in any way. Desperately, she wanted to ask where on earth her childhood friend was taking her, and that, within two minutes of meeting again after years.Storms2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her hand had been latched onto when she was standing in the village, quite a trek away now that they had been stomping upwards for so long. She remembered how she had felt afraid of the strange way the inhabitants had been staring at her, all too ready to condemn her for what she was, and as she felt the same cold-fear sweep through her bones, her dazed eyes focused on the small tent, slowly becoming more visible through the blizzard.
Reaching the tent she felt her hand set free from the one she once referred to as a boy, and didn't hesitate in taking a step back from him, gently massaging where he had held over the aching bone.
She suddenly became aware of her dry throat, her
DestructHer aorta ensnaredDestruct2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by vines, her capillaries
shrivelling, as flowers
drink up life-energy. Her
nervous system a cave full
of shipwrecks, and her bones
crumbling, like the walls
of a once ancient tomb.
She has to wonder,
The Letter WriterHe was a letter writer.The Letter Writer3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Written letters had long become a thing of the pastafter all, why would one write when one could receive instant gratification through an electronic device? All of these things made life so much easier.
In fact, Alan lived in a time where most people didn't know how to write. Everyone was proficient in reading, of courseafter all, one had to read the daily screen to know the news and things that were going on. And all children learned how to type before they were five years old. But writing was not something that was used anymore, and it had become almost socially unacceptable to write anything. It wasn't against the law, but it certainly was frowned upon.
But Alan wrote anyway. The gift of handwriting and penmanship had been taught to him from his father, and his father and his father before him. At the time of his great grandfather, being unable to write had been considered illiterate. Pens and pencils, which had literally become obsolete, were ver
Dreams: My First PoemHer small handsDreams: My First Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped around the bars so tighly
She stares out into the sky
stars shimmering so brightly
She dreams of life
of freedom and happiness
She dreams of hope
of a future and prosperity
Dreams of adventure
of other worlds and people
Dreams of him
her unnamed knight
She ignores the truth
Of the world and agony
She ignores her fingers
freezing to the metal
She ignores the fact her dreams are not reality
Jealousy Is Like PoisonIt's a curious thing jealousy.Jealousy Is Like Poison3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What happens to oneself when consumed by it?
It turns long time friends against each other and spreads like wildfire until it drives people to madness.
It plants the seeds of bitterness that over time
strangling it with it's wicked vines that have sprung up from the words of hate.
Jealousy, can make even the prettiest of people ugly;
it can darken the lightest of souls.
One must be sure of themselves and be comfortable in their own skin,
only then, will the thorn of jealously
and it's venomous effects ricochet like the rays of the moon unto a lake.
There is no sure way to simply defeat jealousy, and there is no cure. But one can and should be aware
Death by Conversation The ground is truly beautiful today. The dirt is a lovely, rich brown color. It's not quite muddy but a little damp and sprinkled in fine powder. There are some musty, rotting leaves, littered across the ground like no one cares for them. No one probably does. They are limp like corpses. You can't forget about those pretty little ants though. They track with heavy crumbs on their backs, spinning circles. Beautiful isn't it? So I might as well just keep staring at that loathsome ground and hope he doesn't come over to talk to me. But, of course I'm not that lucky am I? Oh no. Of course he's coming to talk to me. These ants are really fascinating today. Really interesting. More interesting that his face, which I refuse to look at as I have done since I met him.Death by Conversation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hi? What a great start. Really, I can't come up with any
I Want To Be An Actress Scene 1SCENE 1: A HIGH SCHOOL CAFETERIAI Want To Be An Actress Scene 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
The curtain closes and the scene transitions into a lunchroom cafeteria. Lunch tables are brought on by some high school actors and then sit down. A teenaged ANNA, 16, wearing jeans, sneakers and a plaid shirt, walks out on SL, holding her lunch bag in her hands. She looks around for a spot. She turns to face the audience.
Hi, I’m Anna Torman and that little girl you just saw was me when I was eight years old. My father was killed when I was nine. I was absolutely devastated. I’ve never forgotten about what my father told me and every day I repeat his words through my mind making me feel even more hopeful for my future. I live with my mother still but since the day he died nothing has been the same.
ANNA walks to sit at a table with a few girls. The girls sitting at the table stop their chatter and stare at ANNA. They all get up and leave off SR. ANNA just sighs and continues eating. MR. BRAGSTIEN, the principal, enters SR l
Candles and LightersShe couldn't focus on the page in front of her, the tears threatening to fall from her eyes stopped her sight. She held back a whimper, refusing to let the people around her see the pain she felt. Her eyes tried to slide toward the desk to her left but she wouldn't let them. Yet somehow, like always they ended up over there anyways.Candles and Lighters3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A tear fell from her eyes even as she tried to blink it away. His last sketch still graced the tabletop the fanciful creature staring at her with wide, innocent eyes. Her strength failed her; she stood, her movements harsh, and rushed out the room. A classroom of eyes followed her exit.
She dashed from the brick building, sprinting to her truck and climbing into the front seat. She allowed her head to rest on the steering wheel, tears cascading down her pale cheeks. Blonde hair fell down her back in waves, her cerulean eyes usually gleamed in the sunlight, and her skin was normally a rosy peach; yet, at that moment, she had never felt more useless, un
I broke up with Coldplay last night.Not because it wasn't cordial or anything no I loved the stuff for a good long while I mean that concert was nice I've got the wristband to prove it only it doesn't glow much now and the thing is I just don'tI broke up with Coldplay last night.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah I know a lot of people say that and it's mainly just a good excuse for sleazy men in mid-life crises cheating on their wives but I swear I never cheated I just never found the passion but I
that I had.
I've got this stuffed animal on my bed that you didn't even give me but it reminds me of you it's got this bow tie the same shade you wore that one day you accidentally matched my dress and of course it's an elephant and elephants never forget so how come
and I used to see guys in shirts and ties and remember how you always let yours work loose by the end of the day and the top left corner would stick out from under your collar until it almost drove me crazy and I had to fix it for you but now
I just keep
HetaOni (With Reader)A mochi bounced down the hall as fast as its round, fat body could allow. It saw the door, just to its left. Complete and utter delight filled its being. All it could do was keep hopping to its only opening for freedom. The mochi turns around quickly, panting in terror, but it sees nothing. It made a sharp turn and jumped at the doorknob, grabbing it with its mouth. In an instant joy faded and terror flooded into its place like the walls of a dam breaking. When it turned the knob, the door wouldn't open. Panic level rising to its highest, the mochi rattled the knob again. There were tears welling up in its eyes. It had come so far already and now this was the end. It knew it wouldn't escape, but that did not mean it was not going to try and run. The mochi tried the knob again. It was stubbornly locked from the outside. It freezes and glances around for a moment, but again, nothing comes at it.HetaOni (With Reader)3 years ago in Horror More Like This
The mochi was backed into a wall and a solidly locked door. As it backs away from
Beauty is a Love WithheldWhen empty tears cease to welt,Beauty is a Love Withheld3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the underside of love is naught.
The barrens of indifference felt.
Healed the heart no longer wrought.
Thine flower left in dry to wilt.
May I have eyes to watch it die.
Tattered petals turned to silt.
Sent on lightened wings to fly.
And while my shoulder faces west,
thy hands reach out for fingers fated.
To kiss the skin the heart knows best,
and find that warmth hath now been gated.
Beauty is a love withheld,
to fertilize the passion grow.
But mine heart's desire has been felt,
and now it's time to let it go.
Separation: LithuaniaXReaderYou looked out at the ocean once again. You had gone to the cliffs every day since the day Toris went to war. You were happy that he was happy but you missed him so much it felt like a part of you died. All that was left for you was to accept that it was over. All of the promises that you and Toris had made one another seemed to run through your fists like sand. You tried to keep on but you felt so cold anymore. Even Felix had commented on how cold you were. It wasn't just emotionally but you were physically cold as well. Your hands were like ice, held in a snowdrift before every touch. You always had bundles of blankets in your room but it was the middle of summer.Separation: LithuaniaXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You felt your chest swell with an immense amount of emotion. You thought you might surely choke. Instead, you coughed once, twice, before clenching your fists and waiting for your eyes to fill with tears because you knew they were coming. Your warmth had been left behind at the airport when Toris had to leave for war. It wa
The True Essence of ExistenceWhen I close my eyes I see darkness, but when I open them again I see the world for what it really is, it's true form. You tell me which is worse.The True Essence of Existence3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
People see hope in the world, they see it for a bright and beautiful place, but they have only seen what they want to see. There are those who live in hell and those who live in luxury, the people who live in luxury still live in hell, but they are blinded. They are indoctrinated to believe the wishes of those with power to be true. They cannot feel the world, they cannot sense it's essence they are fooled by hope and pride, a false claim to mortality by pleasing an imaginary tyrant, who penetrates every aspect of humanity, leaving violated and overwhelming sense of self-loathing.
We allow ourselves to give into this injustice to try and deny the truth, but deep down there is acceptance of melancholy, of pain and pointlessness. Release your true self, your self with anger and pain, with change and metamorphosis, with love and despair. Feel l
NostalgiaI'd say you have a flawless mind at its finest,Nostalgia4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But then I remember you don't have a heart in the slightest.
Those sleepless nights and morning excitement,
With them combined were our lovely messages sent.
You stole my heart and took my breath away,
Upon thinking of us together is when my mind would sway.
I gave you me, my soul, my heart, and my happiness; you had it all in your hands,
And then the tables turned, time changed; and it all became a gamble to have it all.
The messages stopped the way they were,
Within days, I found myself fragile, broken, upon the concrete floor.
I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you,
Neither do I regret the moments spent together.
I wish you had told me the truth so that I knew,
But you hid it all; you played my heart ...
Without those intentions, and hurt my soul.
And now, I am stuck while the world is too busy in its own hole.
Reunited: LithuaniaXReaderThe fall of the Iron Curtain When you found out about it, you had rushed to Poland's house. He was amongst the first to rebel against the Soviet Union. As soon as the wall went up, you lost your friends because you were on the opposite side of the wall. Together you rushed to Lithuania's house, grateful that the curtain had fallen and you were granted passage to his home. You would see your beloved for the first time since the end of the War. Your heart beat in your chest with such force you feared it would burst from your chest.Reunited: LithuaniaXReader4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The first thing your eyes met was pink, chapped lips. A tongue flicked out to wet them before sliding back in behind white teeth and a teasing smile. You continued up, taking in the smaller nose and the rather rounded face. But you were fixated on the eyes. They were a very particular shade of violet and surprisingly open. You could read the innocent surprise and delight in them upon seeing you and his best friend. You could read other thi
Nearly Lost: NorwayXReader"Mr. Bondevik?"Nearly Lost: NorwayXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You knocked outside his bedroom door. As his personal assistant it was your job to make sure he got where he was supposed to be going. However, this morning he was not answering his phone and he had missed two meetings. Hesitantly, you pulled out the spare key he had given you. While you were under direct orders to never use it unless absolutely necessary, you felt that his was one of those times. He could dock your pay later. You really needed to make sure he made the meeting with that really loud mouthed American with the green energy proposal. It was bound to be crap like the last proposal he had, but since Mr. Bondevik was in charge of an eco-friendly company and they had been taking hits lately, he had to listen to any proposal that came his way – even if it meant sitting through a lecture about the Super Hero Globoman.
You knocked once more.
There was still no answer. You frowned. He was always out of bed by that hour. He would normally be waiting for you to arriv
RivuletsThe tome lay abandoned on the cobblestone streets, rain laying waste to its yellowed pages. Scrawled writing bled across the pages, its black ink joining with the rushing waters on their way to the sewer. A heavy boot fell next to the book, the coattails of the figure brushing the flooding lane. He bent to pick the book up, grabbing it with gloved, quick fingers concealing it within the folds of his coat. Sending his surroundings nothing more than a cursory look the man stalked off, soon disappearing into the righteous thunder and harsh rain.Rivulets3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The purges began the day the swaddled bastard became baron. Before that dreadful time, not a soul knew his intentions, carefully kept under lock and key hidden behind a genial facade.
Onyx hair flew behind her shoulders as the horse beneath her galloped past the viridian trees surrounding them. The animal's muscles morphed between her thighs the powerful movements sending a delightful trill through her body as she swayed to t
An Equilibrium in NihilismThe raw, brutal nature of the essence of existence may be hard to accept, but the truth is not derived from our wants and our hopes, it is not made through our optimistic aspirations, but acceptance of reality. When you find yourself in a state of absolute melancholy, and absolute state of depression and pessimism, you understand the nihilistic nature of the universe. This absolute pointlessness leaves reality a sickening place, but it is only at this state, where you can achieve what no optimist will ever find. Freedom in an uncaring state of equilibrium.An Equilibrium in Nihilism3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You see the pointlessness of everything, that eventually it shall all be lost and forgotten, be destroyed by the passing of time and the cruel power of science and existence. However, in this pointlessness you discover something remarkable, unthinkable to those who cannot understand, a unification of everything that exists in this meaningless; as everything is pointless it is equal in pointlessness. Before you lies a communism in nih
Present: CanadaXReaderDejectedly, Matthew sighed. How was he supposed to amount to Spain. You were standing off to the side with him, chattering away. Despite your relationship with Canada, he feared you would find someone better. There was no way he could compare to the Spaniard's utter happiness and cheer when he himself was so quiet and soft spoken. The Canadian sighed to himself as he recalled the meeting. You had been sitting next to him, like you always had, chatting, except when Antonio walked in you smiled brighter than any smile you had given Matthew that day. Why couldn't it be him that you were running to? And why does he wish so bad that it was? Oh, right… He was hopelessly in love with you.Present: CanadaXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Who are you?"
He looked down to see a polar bear in his arms – Kumatata, right? Canada sighed. Of course he was forgotten again. His own bear couldn't remember him. How could he expect you to remember him? Horror stuck his heart like a chord. What if you were only nice to him because you couldn't reme
Lacrima: The Dark HistoryThey were going to die.Lacrima: The Dark History2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Captain Grana grimly realized this as he saw the endless hordes of Lacriman abominations staring them down. At this point, it shouldn’t have even been called an army- it was like watching a multicolored ocean, with the sole intent of washing them from the face of the earth. And all he had were a few legions- admittedly the greatest soldiers they possessed, but that last fact did not lend much comfort when the enemy was effectively immortal. Nothing short of decapitation or a similarly lethal blow could kill them, and such precise blows were difficult when the enemy could rip your head from the shoulders with one hand. Still he had a job to do.
“Shields up, spears out! This is it, men- and anyone who takes a single step back has to face me!” He bellowed, the command relayed down the line by centurions, who all promised similar fates to deserters. Not that there was anywhere to run to- the fortress behind them was most likely the last bastion of
The Changing NightsDust flew up as Alex's suitcase hit the desert floor, tumbling like the weeds around it. It looked lonely against the iron gates that rose behind where it had been dropped unceremoniously. The squeal of tires reverberated in her ears as the van that had taken her out here drove away, leaving her to fend for herself.. Though, she wasn't quite sure why she was here. The impressive gates that rose before her very obviously belonged to one of the most prestigious Changeling schools in the entire world, one she'd only read about in textbooks. She stood back to admire the Gothic style spires on the buildings and the manicured greenery that had somehow managed to sustain itself smack in the middle of the desert. It looked like an oasis in the middle of the blowing red dust.The Changing Nights3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I don't suppose you have any clue why we're here?"
Alex turned to look at who had spoken. She hadn't heard the next car pull up, but she could now see it driving away. A girl about her age stood behind her, wav