The FieldsCarl,The Fields2 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
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors2 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
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
a confession1. in eleventh grade, our teacher told us disney was fucked up. she showed us some video where all these little girls said they felt bad for belle, but if she had listened to beast, she would be okay. she should let him hit her so they would be okay. so they could get married. but then all i could think of was how i remembered ariel gave up her fins and her voice for some boy. and all i could think of was how fucked up it was i would give my legs up for you, too, like i was used to strapping them to your thighs. that i learned not to speak, but move and wail. and that’s what love was.a confession2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. meeting you was kind of like meeting that part of myself i had forgotten. like i’d dropped you when i was walking to class one day. then i came back to you, through the arbor of the rain, soaking wet and on my knees, begging, my hair and eyes a collection of weakness and water. and you were a new kind of jesus, complete with blue jeans and a crooked smile, nailed to the bed, your halo a pil
I Am So SorryI promised youI Am So Sorry2 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
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
NightmaresI know you, I walked with youNightmares1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once upon a dream…
Actually, it was a nightmare-
And I was running.
For the Sake of an Angel“One can tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.”For the Sake of an Angel2 years ago in Drama More Like This
He’s an angel. He doesn't even know it, but he is.
When I was young, I was told that all people are assigned a guardian angel at birth to look out for them, to keep them out of danger. As I got older, I stopped believing in angels. I realized that there was no one watching my back but me. In the end we’re all alone and there’s no one coming to save you.
But then…There was. There was a voice in my ear guiding me, and there were supporting arms to lean into when I thought the end had come for me. There were sparkling eyes and tiny smiles and Sencha green tea and something to look forward to every day. He had lifted me out of the darkest depths of my persona
The Moon's Curse 10"OHMIGOSH!!!" Alyssa squealed as she read from the journal, along with Haley, Angel, Eliana, and Allison who hovered over her reading the journal, while Matt and Damon waited for their turn.The Moon's Curse 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can you girls stop squealing already? That's the third time in five minutes!" Damon complained. Matt nodded and took out his ear plugs.
"What in the world are you guys squealing about?" Kellie said as she walked into the room, with a sly grin playing on her face.
"We just read like a cliffhanger in Emmaline's journal! It's so suspenseful I could like " Haley trailed off.
"Do a backflip!" "Eat a goat!" "Do a Dance!" "Explode!" The four girls replied to Haley's sentence, a little bit too imaginatively.
"WHAT ARE YOU READING?" Kellie managed to say above the others while Damon and Matt looked at each other and sighed.
"Mel sent us a journal that just happens to be Emily Kinney's great-great-great-great-great- ." Matt said as he was interrupted by Angel.
"JUST GET ON WITH IT!" Angel said, bo
HauntedI know that I'm a haunted girl, a tale so sad but true.Haunted1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Haunted not by ghost or ghoul, sadly, but by you.
I see a dash of green and black, that shirt you like to wear,
Shining moment, oh so brief, it's almost like you're there.
I hear a laugh so much like yours, and I turn around.
My heart takes off, throbbing hard, at one mistaken sound.
Hair that wisps the way yours does, just a hint of curl,
But you're so very far away, the distance 'round the world.
A tricking eye and prankster heart, my mind just failing me,
And yet I cannot help to blink, or turn and hope and see.
I lift my head and see your face, I blink and then it's gone.
How can I be so very right and yet so very wrong?
You haunt my every footstep, I know that this is true,
And I can only hope and pray, that I am haunting you.
Orange skinOrange skin2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your orange skin makes me warm in December
like the Sea is a blanket to the sand
and the Sun nurtures youth to our land
i'll be Your pocket -
You may keep all Your secrets inside of me
be shy and be not
there's nothing You should be afraid of
while You're here, with me
on this Pale Blue Dot.
Humanity The heart of a little boy slowly starts to break.Humanity2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The love was taken from him and replaced by hate.
A teary eyed boy goes to his brother with a troubled mind.
“Why does it hurt so much? Why can’t they be kind?”
The brother draws him in and takes his hand.
“Don’t listen to them Sherlock, they’ll never understand.”
“Caring isn’t an advantage, it hurts to much.”
The boy only sobs harder and leans into his brother’s touch.
Years later the little boy has become a man.
He shrugs off their insults,’As if they’d understand.’
His eyes grow cold and his insults are biting and sharp.
Over the years the man has perfected at guarding his heart.
In the end they’re all the same; everyone just alike.
They belittle the unique and the things they dislike.
How cruel can humanity be, to tear this man apart?
To make him feel unworthy, to harden his heart?
How different things would’ve been
The words I cannot tell you"Open your heart", you sayThe words I cannot tell you5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Well did you know, beautiful, that we can only see a portion of the whole spectrum of light?
There are infrared rays, defending my inner ugliness.
Once upon a time I would have called them prison and I would have realized how they only make it impossible for us to really understand, really be in, each other.
Once upon a time, I believed in fairytales.
There are gamma radiations, feeding this cancer.
I wish I could utter them, the words I cannot tell you. I wish there was a chemotherapy I could undergo, I wish there was a rehabilitation capable of teaching me again that if I give my true self to you
I wish, but I am no Genie; only a disappointed Aladdin.
There are ultraviolet anchors, sinking my bravery.
I used to be attracted by you with the intensity of gravity, 9.81 m/s2 and growing. I used to think that I'd never be able to stop Newtons from getting me nearer to you.
I used to know how this law of phys
POI: HopeDefeated was the most appropriate word to describe the way Harold Finch was feeling right now. He’d failed to stop Samaritan from coming online, failed to save the people who’d been a part of Vigilance’s kangaroo court and failed to save the lives of his captors. Now he and his associates were on the run, trying to hide in plain sight from Samaritan’s eyes and ears, with no idea when they would ever see each other again. Or if they ever would.POI: Hope10 months ago in Drama More Like This
It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since they parted ways, but already Finch felt like he hadn’t seen his friends Reese, Shaw, Fusco and yes, even Root in years. And was starting to become more than he could take. Now it was just him and Bear, sitting at an outdoor café on the other side of the city, trying to adjust to their new identities and lives. However, Finch’s head was still reeling so bad from the whole ordeal that all he could do was sit there at that café while his tea go
NightThe welcoming cover,Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the night,
Stars light up,
The darkened sky,
When most are at bed,
I lay awake,
At this mystical time,
I take in,
The night that makes,
Large shadows creeping,
With a cool breeze,
I reflect upon,
The past day,
And the day to come,
What a beautiful time.
Like a Small Child Reaching for the Door(11/10/2013)Like a Small Child Reaching for the Door1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a small child
reaching for the door,
to touch the handle
she wants to open it
and run out,
but she is much too young
to reach it on her own.
I'm much like that small child
waiting to run out the door.
I'm done with crawling
I've already learned
to walk on my own
and I'm wanting to show
the world what I'm made of
but I didn't finish drinking my milk.
I've already walked for so long,
but my feet are far from tired
and like a small child
with eyes on the playground
I'm already running
and it's all so exciting
but I didn't finish drinking my milk.
And this tiny bird
wants to jump right out
of the comfort of her nest
I'll be a good flyer, right?
I got so many things
under my belt
and an undying passion
to let it all out
like an eager student
holding my hand high
ready to pick up the chalk,
"Here I am, send me!"
I got this.
But as I'm running, I realize
that I have no wings, and I
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
Haikus, October 2013Gentle deer's heartbeatHaikus, October 20131 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Flowerbuds 'twixt cloven hooves
Whisper, whisper, flight
Bunny's breath smells sweet
Oh nestle close, my darling
Downy fur and peace
All slow connections
Cannot display the webpage
Screaming at my screen
Too many people
Please, just one friend here
Nuzzles and laughter
Sweet, sparkling paternal tears
Pure, innocent love
Big arms full of warmth
Little girl leaps in with joy
Happy and loving
Scattering water droplets
Little silver shards
Tall hill full of grass
Isolated all around
So green and so blue
Thick square yellow cake
Covered with rich pink icing
Om nom nom nom nom!
Hugging your tummy
Oh, does that make you giggle?
Wheee, tickle tickle!
Blue and black night sky
With swirling constellations
So far, so endless
Wishing you were here
Too tired for anything else
Just want to hug you
Gentle Highland man
Wraps his bairn in tartan cloth
Too many gray shades
Please take me to a place where
IndistinctYou have not a voice, so that you can whisper.Indistinct2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
Imperfect MeI used to be a confident childImperfect Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Happy and Content
But quickly that all fell apart
I wonder where it went
To laugh or smile, it was tough to try
I ceased to even care
Your brutal words, you're hard on fist
Made life just seem unfair
The slightest movement of your cold cruel lips
Sent shivers down my spine
You spoke to me with such contempt
That you left me in decline
At first, I thought that I would break through
That thing's would be all right
I never thought my mind would fail
To fight your evil plight
I cried as you broke me down
Never quite pulling myself back together
You bruised my mind with horrid lies
Just to make you feel better
And sure it worked you dragged me down
Further than I ever thought I could go
But how do you feel about what you have done
Now, that my blood doesn't flow
For if it weren't for you calling me ugly
And telling me that nothing I did was right
If you didn't keep battering my confidence down
Would I still be here tonight?
So I'm sorry I wasn't that perfect d
What I learned from Zelda1. While it may seem like fun to go into people's houses and break their stuff, this is in fact wrong and you may be forced to pay compensation for it.What I learned from Zelda3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. The fairies may give you a second chance at life- or four.
3. You can get drunk on milk.
4. When you find something suspicious, blow it up.
5. Don't worry about falling from cliffs; you'll just respawn where you started.
6. Postmen are very reliable and dedicated public servants.
7. Averting the apocalypse is as simple as playing a few notes.
8. Translation books may just save your life one day.
9. Sometimes, goats just need to be petted.
10. Do not attack chickens. Ever.
11. Don't be discouraged from trying even if there are bigger fish in the pond.
12. Be careful to never get lost in a forest.
13. When sailing, be sure to leap over any hazards you may come across.
14. One man's trifle is another's treasure.
15. Don't play Whack-A-Mole with dragons.
16. Masks can bring either a blessing or curse- more likely the latter.
17. A visit
Be My GuestBe my guest!Be My Guest4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Be my guest
Put my patience to the test
You can read most any book you want
Whatever you like best
You do anything you please
But no Twilight, it's misleading
Don't believe me? Ask Stephen King!
It's a sham, it's a ruse
Miss Meyer is all confused
And nobody in their right mind is impressed
Go on, play your own game
And let me do the same
You'll be my guest
Oui, my guest
Be my guest!
Twilight ain't really quaint
It would make Shakespeare faint
Yet, for some strange reason,
The author's regarded as a saint
Be wary, be afraid
Be sure to run far away
It's all most excruciating
No worse form of entertaining
It's a joke, it's a trick
It's enough to make one sick
To be frank, it's not even the thousandth best
How long will this spree last?
Well, you've got a free pass
To be my guest
If you're stressed,
It's therapy I suggest
Be my guest!
Be my guest!
Be my guest!
Life is really crazy
When you're in a Twilight frenzy
Fans aren't whole