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
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
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
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
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
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
Easter Sunday--S.H.Its been about 1862 years now since the event that causes this day each year to be celebrated. I think, probably, it has lost the meaning with most of the people that celebrate it. As I smoke my morning pipe and look down out of my window, I see many people, dressed in their finest, on their way to church.Easter Sunday--S.H.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Many of them go only on this day each year. Many of them will sleep or daydream, or think of their own self-righteousness during the sermon.
Their minds are very likely not on the death and resurrection that occurred in order to save their very souls. Mine most certainly was.
It was now a little less than a year since I had returned to life myself. My absence had been three years, and my friend had not acted any less stunned to see me I dare say than Jesus disciples to see him. Both had thought their master and friend had died for sure at the hands of enemies.
Holmes vs. Holmes vs. HolmesInitials are self-explanatory, but if you are lazy or confused...Holmes vs. Holmes vs. Holmes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BR Holmes: Basil Rathbone Holmes
JB Holmes: Jeremy Brett Holmes
RDJ Holmes: Robert Downey Jr. Holmes
NB Watson: Nigel Bruce Watson
DB Watson: David Burke Watson
JL Watson: Jude Law Watson
The Watsons were sitting in the kitchen calmly discussing the latest medical discoveries, the latest cases, and the antics and eccentricities of the Holmeses.
However, the Holmeses were not getting along so well. They were seated in the sitting room by the fire. JB Holmes and RDJ Holmes had started an argument about which was better.
"More people like me," said JB Holmes. "So there."
"Yeah right," RDJ Holmes rolled his eyes.
"Well, I don't have so many haters."
"At least I don't parade around in that stupid hat!"
"Hey!" said BR Holmes.
"Why is he," JB Holmes jerked his head in BR Holmes's direction, "here anyway?"
"I think they said it was because he's classic."
"Not a very good reason, is it?" said
Sam's OCs and World FAQDue to the fact I've been getting questions recently from people new to my OCs, and realize that I have yet to explain many aspects of them, I decided to write up this Frequently (more like once asked) Asked Questions to talk more about my characters, setting and time line. A lot of this you may not even understand unless you already thoroughly know about my world already.Sam's OCs and World FAQ3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'll also answer some of the questions that the boys didn't properly answer themselves in their interviews.
Question 1: Why are your male characters shirtless?
Answer: In Reflection, the cursed and corrupted demons have a sort of... fashion code thing. It's just like how in typical fantasy games, certain classes have like... certain types of clothing they wear (warriors usually have armor, archers have light clothes, mages have robes etc) IT'S LIKE THAT. DEMONS HAVE OPEN JACKETS. (And it's not just my male characters. Cisaya follows the rule too, even though she doesn't like it.)
Is it practical? No, but the
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
Truth Without Love?(2/04/2014)Truth Without Love?1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I see this happen way too often, even in the comments section of my own deviations; you can even see it happening on the pages of my stamps:
Too often I will see an atheist post a comment in disagreement with the deviation, and a believer replies to that atheist's comment in the same snarky manner as the atheist who disagreed. And the comments will go on and on in snark-to-snark combat as they attempt to correct each other.
What's worse, sometimes even an atheist won't necessarily be acting snarky--perhaps just having an honest disagreement with reason behind it--but the so-called "Christian" who tries to correct them does act snarky to them, even so much as insulting the non-believer for his/her statements.
Well guess what? Out of my love for all of you and my love for God's Truth, prepare to face some honest and well-needed correction.
Do you know what the bible says about that kind of attitude that t
Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:Arguing With A Mirror3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?
Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...
Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity
Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!
And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed
What can I say, I'm an inconsistent freak, ain't that why we're talkin'?
Clearly your manners could use some work, you ought to be begging me!
Well sorry Johnny English, beggin' just ain't what I do y'know
Sides, let's get down to brass tacks here, you're me! If I book it, you book it
Do you believe you have some sort of h
6-Word Story - Final CurtainFinal curtain's down, exhaustion takes over.6-Word Story - Final Curtain2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
zero.5. I think I'm afraid of sex.zero.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's terrifying that two people can fit together perfectly, without even really liking each other at all.
4. I'm afraid of the day I start replacing myself with somebody else in all of our pictures; of the day I'll see my reflection and wish I didn't have to.
3. I'm afraid of doctors, and medicine.
The first time I took lithium, I couldn't hold it down. So I locked the bathroom door and flushed the entire bottle.
The second time, I couldn't walk more than ten steps without falling.
Honestly, I'm just wondering why they use poison to purify me.
2. I'm afraid of the ocean.
I'm afraid of looking down one day, and not seeing the edges. Of there being nothing there.
I'm afraid of falling and having nothing to catch me.
There's already nobody. The ground is really all I have.
1. I'm afraid of breaking things.
Like, once, I broke my dad's trust in me.
Once I broke somebody's heart.
Once I broke my kindergarten teacher's favorite
BrokenIt was over, the war was over and he had lost. He gazed accusingly to his brother with his only eye, the other recovering under the heavy bandages that embraced his skull. His body was sore, riddled with scarring wounds and ugly bruises. He had absolutely nothing, his home was burned to the ground, his legacy a scorned footnote on history, his people without a future, and it was his fault! His ruby colored eye hardened as a shield to hide his feelings of pain, betrayal, and hatred. He didn't know what hurt more, the pain of being beaten within an inch of his life, or the fact that his own brother had done this to him. He looked back to the other four who were entering as judges and jury to their crimes. The two of them stood in the center of a large room; a semicircle of a table was before them with each of the victors sitting in a seat. America and Russia sat side by side in the middle while France was to the Right of the Eastern European Country, and England sat to the right of his fBroken4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
About Honour"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?"About Honour3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Nope. I only worry about what I think of me."
"What do you think about you?"
"That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass."
"Really? And what do you call yourself?"
"I call me proud."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way."
"I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it."
"What? I was just writin-"
"You're cutting yourself to pieces with shark-toothed words again. Just because a sword is a beautiful, glittering object of honour doesn't mean it always has an honorable purpose."
"Do you really think I am a sword?"
"Nope. I think you're beautiful, glittering object of honour. And the thing with honour is, it makes the world turn to stare in awe."
You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...8 years ago in General More Like This
on growing upit will happen like this;on growing up2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
one day you will be so tired of yourself and the rolling days and the sleepless nights, and you've never liked coffee before but you'll take it and you'll mix in four sugars and you'll wince with every sip but you'll drink it all. then each step is a little lighter, and the mornings a little less cold and suddenly you'll realise you've forgotten what it felt like to just be awake all by yourself.
and one day you'll cry at school and all the people walking past won't stop and your friends won't have the right words like they used to. you'll sit and you'll shake until your tears have bled you of everything that you've got, and suddenly you'll realise you don't even have the energy to be sad anymore. and you'll go home with tear streaked cheeks and your mother won't ask you what's wrong and you'll go to bed and you'll realise that maybe there's more comfort in darkness and silence than you've ever known before.
it will be the weekend and you'll come home alone an
The Vase and the SleepoverThe Vase and the Sleepover2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Heroes of Olympus
"Who even is Rachel? I've never met her."
That awkwardly broke the silence as four girls sat in a helicopter, which was currently soaring over the east coast of Philadelphia. They were all dressed in casual clothes well, all accept one, who was so particular with her clothing that she had decided to dress formally for the occasion.
The blonde girl looked up, still holding a plain envelope. Her startling stormy grey eyes seemed darker than usual, "Rachel is our Oracle. She is a bit well, eccentric," said Annabeth. She glanced back down at the envelope she admitted that she wasn't on the whole excited about sleepovers. It was a gathering of girls, where, for the most part, they talked about celebrities and make-up and boys. Not really her cup of tea.
Not to mention Annabeth took a peek at the formal girl sitting opposite her: praetor to the Twelth Legion and Roman through and through, Reyna, the daughter of Bellona. Sh
Steampunk nation part 2Steampunk nation part 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So here's you room."said Day "Pretty cool."said Night She opened the door and looked in the room and it looked like her room on the airship she was on!"Wow."she said,Entering the room she smelled a little vanilla."Do you like it?"asked Day "Yeah."she said.Later that night,Night had settled herself on the Deck of the Independence "Well hello there,Darling."said someone "Day,i didn't think you'd find me here!"said Night "Why?Where you trying to hide from me?"he said "No..."she said "So what are you doing out here?"he asked "Well i was thinking what my friends back on the airship are doing and if they're going to be okay..."she said "I bet they will."said Day "I bet your right."said Night "Come on its late."Day said.
Two figures are sitting on a bench outside a small building,One is Captain Eva her dark red hair looked black in the night.Her jacket has blood drops on it.The other one is first class pilot Emily Crow.Her bionic arm glittered