The Music BoxThe Music Box4 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
Emily TriesShe sits on her shelf in her cardboard slip and cellophane.Emily Tries2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She's looking down on the other toys
And watching all their childish games.
When she's on her best behaviour
She's at war with mother nature.
Hormonal fixes get you nowhere,
But self-control's an issue when you're near her.
What's the matter dear?
Is hardwired dogma crawling up your spine?
Don't come closer dear,
Because you might slip and lose your peace of mind.
Your moral equation is simply outdated
It doesn't do to come out with it in public
Corsets, suspenders and double entendres:
You're working your way through clichés
Put on a dress but it won't touch the ground
Because you've grown so much that the shelf might break
If you don't decide which side to come down
With childlike innocence where Mother's word is writ,
But your friends say you're an innocent, and besides
It's so much fun being seductive.
But she misunderstands.
Define 'I'Who am I? I am made up of genetic traits and that which happens to me to mold me, my habits, my physical form. Am I my name? A name is but a label. One that can be changed. As I have changed mine. But I am no longer the girl I was back then. I have grown, become older, made new memories broken old habits, adopted new ones.Define 'I'5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
You try to label who you are, but they come out as attributes of a character in a play. These things must be remembered to round out the subject you play, to give the character motivation for the actions written out for them. They lack the essence of ME. The spirit as it were. Or the X-factor.
I could be a doll with green eyes, brown hair, a flamboyant curl drawn in eyeliner on my face. The puppetmaster decides I like cats, so when one strolls by he pulls my strings and I stroke it. I am a singer, so a tapeplayer is inserted in my head and when the curtain goes up, music seems to come from my mouth. But the music is tinny, it has no soul.
I have a soul. Or I am a sou
Strong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of Prose1 year 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.
Expectation to the Fullest: Prose Expectation: ProseExpectation to the Fullest: Prose1 year 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 Sentinel: A Poem The Sentinel: A PoemThe Sentinel: A Poem1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
All the night shall be your keep.
All those sleepers in their sleep
Will look to you and heed your call.
A moment where silence rules and dreams come true.
And then you shall see the nighttime's worth.
Transcend the dying and the birth.
See for yourself the beauty there.
The perfect frailness that is life.
Observe those lovely maidens of virtue!
Oh, behold the lads of brave stature that are true!
See the empires fall with broken spires.
And Father Time reclaim his own.
So watch the humans as they slumber.
And for once they might seem humble.
Listen to the silent plea of hope as the night wanes on
And see the love that enters here among the human race.
Revenge: Chapter ThreeRevenge: Chapter Three3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kate had been searching Sam's phone for hours. Nothing. She was now searching through all of Sam's messages. She'd dug back so far, she was in the first one hundred messages Sam had ever received. Kate was losing her patience. She had been going through the inbox alone for about two and a half hours now. She doubted anything from when Sam was ten years old would help her, but she looked anyway. Some of the stuff were things that Kate had sent Sam herself, but most of it was just junk mail.
Then she saw it. A message Kate had sent Sam just a few days after her birthday! The message read: "Hey! Did you hear that Elsa's gone missing?" When Kate looked at the reply, it simply said, "I don't care."
For the second time that week, Kate had a flash back. The news story. The investigation. The sudden disappearance of Elsa Harris. Kate thought about how Elsa was never found, and how the police finally said that she must have been killed. She remembered Mr. Harris' reaction. Crazy, they
Revenge: Chapter OneRevenge: Chapter One3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Samantha Kinwell was not your average 10-year-old girl. Always happy and optimistic, she came home from school everyday babbling about how great it was. Except today. Today, for the first time in her life, Sam hated school. It had all started in art class when Josh Lexington poured glue in her hair. Then in math, Maria Abrams accidentally threw away Sam's homework, and got her in trouble. At lunch, she spilled mac and cheese all over her new white shirt, and while on the playground, a rouge basketball had smacked her square in the face.
So Sam walked home that day with her normally straight brown hair a tangled mess, a giant cheesy stain on her shirt, and her once porcelain skin now black and blue. Obviously, she was in a bad mood. And the last thing she needed was Elsa Harris, a short, round girl with dark hair and huge brown eyes, to come up and ask Sam if she would walk with her to the mall.
And when Elsa Harris came up and asked her just that.....well, Sam explode
The EndDarkness setting inThe End2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Demons coming near
I have lost all of my kin
What is that I hear
A war horn singing loudly
Fallen is the prince
Who sat in victory proudly
I have not seen him since
He rode out to war
A really long time ago
Now he is no more
Oh, I miss him so
The prince was my brother
My father a great lord
I never knew my mother
I now pick up my sword
To avenge my family fallen
I ride out to my doom
Death my name is calling
In my heart there is no room
For fear to take over
I know I may die
Because I am so sober
Today I shall not lie
I believe this is the end
Of this horrid world
My heart nothing can mend
My vision is extremely swirled
I lay my head to rest
On my brother’s chest
I take my last breath
And I ride out with death
The Monster InsideAll I can see 'til my tears run dry,The Monster Inside3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Visions of screams, and ending of lives.
The agony of soul, the anguish inside..
Immense drowning pain. Oh, why can't you see?
The horrendous monster inside of.. Me...
It chokes me, I crumble within,
Afraid of committing a mortal sin.
Alone in the dark, everyone gone away,
That's when it comes out to play.
I need you here, please be with me.
Else I'll drown in my own insanity..
MeYou, the one I love, do you understand me?Me1 year 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
IncompleteI must hack my way in to the system,Incomplete1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Churning through veils of thinly spun fibers;
Tangled webs weaved through our hearts.
Timber wolves edging along broken glass
Cut from metallic moonlight deep within...
Distant dying sounds not unlike being born,
Crying away while the tears flow right through
Hollow ghosts biding time until the distant dust...
I do not think so.
Not this time, as I die once more.
I think so, it all makes sense;
Connecting pieces of the puzzle,
Even after you believe it complete...
Closing my eyes, as with my heart,
As I am left behind.
RevolverLately I've done this thing...Revolver1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's called growing up,
But it's like part of me has died.
Not gone, but still alive somehow,
Clinging desperately to life.
Now you get to walk away
With a clear conscience,
While I must be forever reminded;
Little red trails across my skin...
And I can feel it falling,
Always escaping my grasp...
Raindrops all around me,
Dancing in the limelight
For one last time...
Long forgotten memories flare to life;
Revolving door becomes my tourniquet,
As all that I am
Is transferred into energy,
Joining with the great abyss...
Our spirits flicker and entwine,
Glowering with menacing ferocity,
Killing me over and over;
I shall die a thousand morbid deaths
And still your soul will haunt mine...
Why can't I just let go?
My hand's on the trigger
And suddenly I'm squeezing...
Mirrored glass falls to floor
And now I'm screaming...
How did you become so numb?
Demons haunt my every waking hour,
Lost in a glossy haze...
Even dreams give no release
The FieldsCarl,The Fields1 year 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
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 Sky1 year 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
The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the one who hides behind your smile.
I am the monster you tell children to fear.
I am the chill that runs through your veins when you sleep.
I am the forgotten.
I am the one you will always fear.
I am the misunderstood.
Humans call me by many names, but they all amount to the same thing. . .
I am dangerous.
I am alone.
I am eternal.
I am the dead, the living, and the desperate.
I am the thinker and doer all in one.
I am the past, present, and future.
I am your lover, your stalker, your prey. . . .
But most importantly; I am the one who will kill you.
Claim you for the reaper, and welcome you to the embrace of death.
I am the one to take your soul.
And then you too shall be forgotten, like me. . .
Therru's SongTherru's Song2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Far far above the clouds, soaring with the wind,
A falcon flies alone, silent as the sky.
I hear his lonely cry, never can he rest.
I walk with you along an empty winding road.
We're far from the ones we love and never can return,
Never can we see again, countries of our birth.
When will I ever find a place to call my home?
Sadness circling, like a falcon in the sky,
When will I ever find a way to speak my heart,
To someone who knows what it is to be alone?
Far far above the clouds against the setting sun,
A falcon flies alone, silent as the sky,
I hear his lonely cry, never can he rest.
I long to spread my wings, and fly into the light
Open this lonely heart, to one who understands
When will I ever find a way to speak my hear
When will I ever find a place to call my home?
Sadness and loneliness, a falcon in the sky
When will I ever find a way to speak my heart,
To someone who knows what it is to be alone?
Revenge: Chapter FourRevenge: Chapter Four3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At 5:30 AM on October 20th, Katelyn Morris was dressed, showered, and ready to go. She slowly crept downstairs and out into her front yard. Kate had been debating whether or not to bring weapons with her, and had decided against it last night. But now, in the heat of the moment, Kate doubted she'd be able to defend herself for longer than two seconds with her own hands. So she loaded her pockets with rocks and started off.
Within three minutes, she'd caught sight of a tiny beige house on the corner of Birch and Florusk Street. Kate took a deep breath and knocked on the front door. A few moments later, Mr. Harris opened the door. He wasn't too old, but he wasn't young either. He was in his late thirties with no wife, no daughter, and no pets of any kind. His hair was beginning to gray around the edges, and his nose was long and and was slightly crooked. He had thin lips and pale skin, but eyes were a bright aqua blue. "Can I help you?" he rasped.
Kate put on her bri
My name is Saturday part 6My name is Saturday part 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Saturday
Chapter 6: Hell hath no fury like
"YOU LYING BASTARD!" screamed a vengeful Dawn as she picked up a book and threw it at Scramandros.
"OW! We talked about this Dawn, there was no way it would have worked out "
"DON'T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES FOR YOURSELF SCRAMANDROS!" and she picked up a heavy looking manual and threw it with ease, nearly hitting Scramandros square on the head had he not been hiding behind the shelf.
"Exactly how long were they together?" asked Tierce.
"Long enough." came Dusk's reply, and passed a biscuit to Noon.
"I heard that she was so upset they broke up, she almost jumped off the Tower. Luckily, old Saturday managed to stop her." quipped Neunone, who immediately kept quiet when he saw the sad look on Noon's face.
"How long do you intend to let her keep throwing things at him?" asked Tierce.
"Either when she runs out of books, or Lord Saturday comes in, which ever comes first. "
And at that moment, Saturday walked in.
"Sorry to keeps you g
InadequateFalling from faceless faithInadequate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shooting stars fall from space,
Joining heaven and earth as one...
Separating space and time.
Too afraid to swim,
I will wait here in the shallows;
Hiding my face within darkness
Until I forget what it's like,
Can't see myself anymore...
I've faded too far...
Nothing is ever good enough,
No matter how hard I try.
It is all disgusting
Full of hatred and putrid violence,
The demon has arisen,
And she is angry...
Nothing but wrath and fear.
Incapable of understanding
What it means to be alive,
It's not enough to even say
That I want to be free...
Beneath this gloomy sky...
Drowning in the liquid haze,
I will never falter;
Even in spite of
The pitch black shadows
That eat away at my soul...
And it hurts...
I have fallen too far...
There is no hope.
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors1 year 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
LOTR reader x various (jokes for all~!)Reader x Aragorn, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Gollum, Elrond, Boromir, FrodoLOTR reader x various (jokes for all~!)2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What's your name?"
Aragorn glanced down at you, wiping the blood from his brows and trying to stand up straight after that battle.
"Aragorn, high king of Gondor."
"What's the colour of the sky?"
Aragorn raised his head, looking at the sky. It was a foggy blue, wisp of grey remaining. Mordor's darkness was receding.
"Blue, fitting for our victory."
"What's the opposite of down?"
Now Aragorn was confused, watching you smile and leave. It wasn't until Gandalf was beside him that Aragorn asked about the event.
"What would come from knowing Aragorn, blue, and up?"
Gandalf gave a knowing smile as a certain dwarf let out a heavy laugh.
"Aragorn blew up! Are ya that slow?"
Aragorn gave a faint smile as he figured it out. It was good news that the people once more could make such jokes. This was a new era. The fourth age. And only Aragorn could make such a joke sound epic and courageous in the last l
1. A Man in a Hat1. A Man in a Hat3 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.