1. A Man in a Hat1. A Man in a Hat4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Rain, rain go away, come again some other day," my sister sang to herself as she stared out the large window, resting her head in her hands.
"Tillie, what are you doing?"
"I'm asking the rain to go away. I wanna go outside."
I smiled. "I don't know if that's going to work, little sis."
"But it hasta work, Alice! I wanna go to the playground," she pouted, turning around on the window seat to look at me.
Laughing, I sat down next to her and shook bleached white hair out of my eyes. "If Mom doesn't catch us, and you put your rain coat and boots on, then we can go anyway."
"Really?" she asked in astonishment, her blue eyes widening.
When I nodded she grinned, showing the gap in her where her front tooth was supposed to be, and clapped her hands.
I Am So SorryI promised youI Am So Sorry3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I know I did
I am so sorry
I failed you both
I did not keep that promise
I did not protect you
I did not chase away the monsters
I did not scare away the shadows
I did something wrong and only now regret it
I screamed as they said it was you who had to pay
I hugged you close
I said it was all going to be alight
I heard your please
I tried to stop it but could not
I let them change you
I watched you loose yourself
I watched you prowl and grunt
I watched you whimper and beg
I watched you killed
I watched them collect the remains
I wept and screamed
I let it all happen
I Am So Sorry
On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.On the Sea Beneath the Sky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
chromaWe were merely children when the stars came.chroma3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They rained down from the sky in a burst of light, like shards of glass pouring down from the heavens. Supernovas blooming in the night sky, petals raining down onto the barren earth - angels, falling with their wings sheathed, glowing, as they glided down. We watched, starstruck, as the glow overtook us - we were mesmerized. We waited with bated breath as the meteors landed, the celestial light subsiding as dark forms started to pick themselves up from the dust.
They moved towards us with an otherworldly grace, their steps leaving no marks on the earth as they descended upon us. Frozen to our spots as they approached, our bodies simply unresponsive in their wake. We were paralyzed. They stretched out their wings, embracing us in a softness unimaginable - a polymerization of silky feathers made of pure light, like a soft touch of a rose petal - and suddenly, our eyes were opened. The world was the same, yet so new, as it was washed with a gl
Lucius' Happy Memory: HP OneshotLucius' Happy MemoryLucius' Happy Memory: HP Oneshot2 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was cold. So cold in fact that one could see one's breath puff up into the air with every inhale and exhale. But it wasn't the time of year that caused this bitter cold. Oh no, it couldn't be blamed on something as simple as the weather.
No. It was the constant presence of the Dementors that made Azkaban one of the coldest places on the face of the earth. But it wasn't the natural cold that merely made your nose red and your skin freeze; it was the kind of cold that entered the heart and sucked everything inch of warmth from the soul. It was Hell.
Most people have the very wrong perception that Hell is a place where you burn- all fire and brimstone and a little cloven hoofed devil poking you with a pitchfork in your rear at random intervals for the rest of eternity- but this is a lie. Hell is far crueler than that and all the prisoners of Azkaban knew this, for they lived in the wretched place.
Hell is cold. Hell is the place where you relive yo
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the cruel heavens, wind whipping from the starless smothering blanket above. Thunder roared in fury, cracking alongside his bright lover as she streaked her fire to the lonely earth.
Yes, lightning is a chick. It makes sense. Hair of white-gold light from her glowing moon-face, gown of silver thread spreading down her lithe figure, hem sweeping against the c
Redemption: Chapter ThreeRedemption: Chapter Three2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Captain Hook: Redemption
Sally McCoy had been a serving maid in the Gray household for almost 10 years, and in her time there she had seen and heard plenty of strange things. But as she left Wendy Darling in the parlor to fetch her Mistress, the maid had to say that this newest turn of events took the number one spot for absurd happenings. The whole situation was absolutely preposterous!
The young Miss Darling couldn't be right; surely she must have been mistaken. . . She had to be. Alexandra Mercedes Gray had never in her life cared for anyone but herself, and now she was 'supposedly' taking on a student, and a young and pretty one at that?
No. Sally decided that the girl was confused, or knowing her luck, this Miss Darling might even be a little barmy! Or perhaps she had merely told the coachman the wrong address? That was it! She must have had the wrong address!
With this happy idea in mind Sally turned to go back into the parlor and tell the young woman
Fallen: A Free Verse PoemFallen: A Free Verse PoemFallen: A Free Verse Poem3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He falls . . . Oh how he falls through the abyss into a unknown void.
He never hits bottom for he never stops falling.
For how can you stop falling when you've come from the top?
He was Loki the Prince of Asgard, but now he is but a broken shell that is constantly reminded of his failure through others actions against him.
The torture of knowing that you are the thing that you once feared the most, would tear down any man. But this fallen Prince was no mere man. . . No. . .
He was a God.
. . . .
Now Loki watches from the sidelines wishing for death with all his being. Knowing that those he loved most are nothing but a whisper of a dream. He wishes that Thor was his 'real' brother and that his mother and father were the Asgardian Royalty, but he knows that it is a lie.
This Fallen Prince slowly rises from the ashes of his old life and begins again. . . But this time he knows who he is for certai
Decisions, Decisions Part 1 TonyxLokiDecisions, decisions...Decisions, Decisions Part 1 TonyxLoki3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Sequel to Surprise, Surprise
Loki sat in his room, lying down but not sleeping. Thinking of his brother, thinking of Tony...
" I can't believe what's happened.." It was cold in his room, and dark, but he liked it that way, it matched how he felt.. Now that he was back on Earth, without trying to attack it and not locked up in Tony's tower, he found it was much like Asgard, surrounded by people but still utterly alone...
When he had been young whenever he'd had a nightmare, he'd never gone to his parents room. Instead, when he had been afraid, he fled to Thor's room.
To Thor's always awaiting arms... " Why must the world clutter, why must love wither? If only things could ...- beautiful things, could last forever..."
Outside his door, he heard footsteps, and a sliver of light widened through the room. Loki sat up in his bed.
" Brother? Do you still sleep?"
" Come in..." he choked out, finally glad to have some company.
They Say I'm GuiltyOf the nearly eighty female prisoners that had answered my request, I had narrowed my choices down to two of them. The first was a voluptuous, porcelain-skinned brunette that would make my brother drool in seconds. The second was a golden-haired, frail little piece of work, and normally I would have dismissed her during the first round of eliminations, but something kept her there. Maybe it was the way she stared at me with her venomous green eyes, but I couldn't be sure. In any case, I had my two choices set before me, each isolated in separate cells on opposite ends of the jail so that I might observe them more personally.They Say I'm Guilty3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned to the prison guard. "What can you tell me about this one?" I was starting with the brunette.
"Number 67," he practically spat. "Don't believe a word she tells you. She's as good a liar as they come."
I wondered at what sort of lies she had told the guard because clearl
Sora's TearSora's Tear8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Don't stop moving, or the darkness will overtake you!" Roxas' stomach churned. It was Axel. He was really there, fighting along side his other. Surely he must be able to sense him.
"Axel!" he wanted to shout. But he couldn't because the body he was in was not his own anymore. He could not move his hands because they now belonged to someone different. He could not move his jawbone because it was his own. This was the only way for Roxas to live, to live through another. He was crying, though Axel couldn't see that.
Sora could feel Roxas inside of him, he could feel his tears & he immediately felt sorry for the guy. What a life he must have had, being born as a nobody. He wasn't alive, though he wasn't dead. He had to leave his own life and his own friends to find Sora so that he could exist, though Axel… his other died a long time ago. Axel would not live on.
"Watch this" Axel smiled, he liked to show off, he always had, but Roxas knew what he was going to do and how it was going to end
The FieldsCarl,The Fields3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Remember that time, brother, when we were young? When we took off before I was even though high school in your beat-up old whatever-it-was without so much as a goodbye note, dreamed of travelling the country?
There was a place we stayed at, the night before we finally gave up and turned around. It think it may be my last clear memory of you.
It was called the Beaumont Farm.
The petrol gauge has been sitting below empty for the last hour, and Carl Levine doesn't bother trying the key again when the engine splutters one last time before falling silent. He shivers in the cool air as he opens the door, pulling out his phone and cursing when he sees the reception bar empty. The last station he saw was before he turned off the highway two towns back, the last car before that.
The letter from Alicia lies folded in his inner pocket, as it had come in that innocuous envelope. There had been no return address, postmark almost illegible under a dark smudge that covered half the front
MeYou, the one I love, do you understand me?Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know that you are killing me with your words?
Do you know that you are choking me with your thoughts?
Does it show?
That the smile I wear is superficial?
That I keep my feeling locked up?
That I ...hurt...?
What did you say?
You say that you understand
That you know how I feel.
But do you know of the pain that is ripping me appart?
Do you know what is underneath?
Have you opened my heart?
Have you heard my screams for help?
Have you seen that my heart is tearing?
CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I AM ALONE TRAPPED IN THE DARK?
Do you even care?
Your screams are only to make yourself feel better
Your tears are only for self pity,
Yes, you are
That is why you blame me
That is why you hurt me
That is why you DESTROY me
That is how you kill me
That is how you LOVE me
Strong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of Prose3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
What is this feeling of entitlement?
Why do humans see the need to stand above their peers?
Why not stand with them? Are we not equal? Does God not love us all?
Are humans really so blind, as to think that the earth rotates around them? That they are the only ones that matter?
I am sick of this everlasting fight for I know I shall never win!
And yet. . . Still I try. Still I fight for change. I still continue to rise up when I fall.
Why is that?
Is it human-nature or my own personal struggle to keep my sanity?
Whatever the answer, I will continue to rise, and continue to believe.
For I am strong and will always be thus.
The Music BoxThe Music Box5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Music Box
It was Marie's sixteenth birthday and she was spending the afternoon before her ball with me in my wing of the palace. She had finally come of age and looked so lovely it was hard to believe this young woman had once been the little girl who loved to sit on my knee. "Come here Marie and sit by me. It is time to give you your birthday gift." She came over with a quizzical look on her brow. Her eyes lit up as I gently pulled her gift out of its velvet case. The Music Box: shrouded in mystery with its surreal beauty. "Oh grandmamma," she breathed and ran her fingers over the smoothly carved wood and mother-of-pearl. "It's beautiful!"
"Yes, it is. It is the
My CrushWhere you just staring at me?My Crush7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just the thought makes me jittery.
Do you feel my heart beat,
when I hug you and our chests meet?
I've hugged you only once or twice,
but in your arms, it just felt so nice.
You're like a song forever stuck in my head,
when I should be thinking or other things you're there instead.
I can't stop reading you,
you're my favorite book.
I can't stand not to look.
At how you smile, and how you stand.
Someone pull me onto dry land.
Cause I'm swimming in my love for you.
we barely talk, this is true.
Since you live in your popular world,
with your tons of girls,
none of which are me.
It seems hopeless, but that doesn't stop me.
Maybe one day we'll end up together, then they will see.
I used to think you'd never like me, but I was surprised.
Every so often I look at you, and then I see your eyes.
looking at.. me.
It doesn't seem possible, more like a dream.
but maybe you liking me is more possible than it seems.
Whenever I'm around you,
I don't want to say anything
Akatsuki - The Dawn, Part 1 It felt like he'd just been born a whole new person. The cool morning breeze stroked his face, as if wanting to lull him back to sleep, as he quickly and steadily ascended the road to his school. The birds around him chirped and chattered to each other, although Felix couldn't see them in the darkness of the early morning.Akatsuki - The Dawn, Part 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Felix inhaled deeply, letting every smell tingle his nose, as they became engraved in his memory. There - the moist smell of the previous night's rain shower. And a tiny hint of a fire somewhere. He could even smell the soil, rich with water.
Felix had no patience at all, and started into a slow jog, his backpack steadily thumping a beat on his back in rhythm with his sneakers. New backpack, new sneakers. New haircut, and new school books. Boy, this school year would be as fascinating as all the others. Really, he had no intentions of actually trying to achieve anything in school. But he had to get there first anyway...
A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
Expectation to the Fullest: Prose Expectation: ProseExpectation to the Fullest: Prose3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Anger and Anticipation all in one.
Fear so acute you can almost smell it . . .
I force myself to breathe in and out . . . in and out. . .
Focus on my pulse and recognize my heart beats.
One. . . Two . . . Three. . . One . . . Two . . . Three . . .
In and Out, I breathe.
Don't give into the fear.
Focus . . . Focus . . . FOCUS!
Focus at the light at the end of the tunnel.
Think of the freedom you will gain everyday at 3:00
. . . .
Enter here; enter purgatory.
One, two, three beats my heart.
I count the beats once more. Slow and Steady wins the race.
Nothing to lose, nothing to fear.
Your Guardian Angel is with you . . . He is with you. Look to him, follow him, he knows the way.
Constant, you must be constant.
Listen instead of talk. Yes, listen and learn.
Open close, open close. Over and over again until I fear I will go mad. . . Noise insatiable noise and nonse
The Unveiling, Part One ThorXLokiThe UnveilingThe Unveiling, Part One ThorXLoki3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Sequel to " The Claiming"
The sun rose in the Asgardian forest.
No sleep came to Thor, he tried to forgive himself for what he had done to his brother... to justify what he had done...
Loki had been silent for a while, when he finally spoke, Thor had been surprised by what he heard.
"Only you have made me feel..."
Thor chew his lower lip, " Had Loki been sincere?" There had been a time when he had trusted Loki without fail, without hesitancy, but they were far from those times now." He looked down at his brother, watching him rest.
He chuckled to himself, he had always watched his over his brother. Though smart, Loki had always looked so frail, so timid and delicate.
Thor had made himself a personal promise to protect Loki no matter what fate befell him personally.
He had always felt it his duty to ensure his younger brothers safety and to go to any lengths to do so.
" But can I continue to do that now?"
The sun had risen, the other Asgardi
NEW 100 Themes Challenge~THE 100 THEMES~NEW 100 Themes Challenge6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
5. Break Up
6. New Love
9. You and Me
10. I Do
12. DO NOT ENTER
15. Kings, Queens, and Jokers
16. Run Free
17. Where are the Crackers?
19. R is for Revenge
21. Do You Want To Know?
24. Rocks Aren't the Same
27. Freedom Isn't Free
32. Dying Fire
33. Breaking Point
37. Don't Go
40. Due Date
41. Sealed in Blood
45. Be a Man
46. Go For a Swim
47. Am I Dreaming?
48. Too Good To Be True
51. Elemental Tempest
52. Too Late
53. But I DIDN'T Do It
56. Lucky 13
57. I'm In
58. Slightly Disturbed
65. Black and White
69. Broken Promise
70. All the Little
The Unveiling, Part Two ThorxLokiPart TwoThe Unveiling, Part Two ThorxLoki3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Thor glared into endless miles of snow covered plains in the distant, he could see the golden gleam of Asgard's far away spires.
He roared into the boundless area, Loki staring at him silently, completely indignant by the change in environment.
Thor turned on him, grabbing him by the collar.
" This is all your fault! Everything that has happened is your fault! Why couldn't you just learn your place!? Why can't you just release this dream of rule?! Why do you feel as if no one loves you!? Let go of this poisonous dream before it completely consumes you!"
Loki smiled skeptically as if he was saying that no one did love him.
Thor read the smile.
" Everyone loved you!" Thor shook Loki shouting, "Even after you hurt us!...hurt me! They still love you." Loki's face remained indifferent.
Thor threw his brother with his smug grin off into the distance as the snow continued to billow his face.
Loki stared up from the snow his hands no longer shackled.
Nightmare: The Tragic LoverNightmare: The Tragic Lover2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Tragic Lover
In the silence
I can hear the lyrics
Of my mind's awareness
You're hidden from the world
Only to be known by me
My fate is foretold
You're the end that I wait to see
The remnants of rust consume
The taint covering my heart seeps through
I am dying from a cancer that was caused by you
All it took was a wound
From the kiss that would seal it soon
I just wish that I could take you down too
From something so blissful / Bore a mask of deceit
I remain so resentful / I don't know what to believe
A being that could damage / A feeling that could heal
You pushed me over the edge / You made me wish it was real
I find myself pathetic
That you were just an anesthetic
I used you until you fulfilled your purpose
Now I don't know who the real monster is
What have we really become of this?
One whose heartless and the other is painless
These dark mirrors
Are the protective barriers
Of the true lies of one another
You were my angelic desire
A hope that I h