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 Sky2 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
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
NightmaresI know you, I walked with youNightmares11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once upon a dream…
Actually, it was a nightmare-
And I was running.
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.
MeYou, the one I love, do you understand me?Me2 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
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
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 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
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
HauntedI know that I'm a haunted girl, a tale so sad but true.Haunted10 months 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.
My Percabeth Reunion "PERSEUS. JACKSON."My Percabeth Reunion3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The voice was so loud and commanding that everyone in the crowd who had only just been greeting Jason turned their attention toward the gangplank of the Argo II. On it was a rather small girl (small for the size of the voice that came out of her mouth) with curly blond hair and gray eyes so piercing they could be seen clearly from people on the very edge of the gathering.
She had placed her hands firmly on her hips and was glaring into the crowd at one person in particular: the newly elected praetor, Percy Jackson. When she spotted him, her eyes narrowed and she stormed down the plank. The crowd parted around her as if she were bending them all back with sheer willpower, until no one stood in the way of her and Percy.
It escaped no one's notice that Percy managed to cower quite effectively in front of this girl who was obviously not to be underestimated.
The girl marched toward Percy.
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
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: Hope8 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,Night1 year 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.
Mass Effect: Totally VanillaMass Effect: Totally Vanilla5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Barefoot, Shepard exited the elevator into the darkness of the storage deck. She confidently padded along the cold metal grating, careful not to make any sounds loud enough to alert the skeleton crew of the Engineering department. Most of her squad had retired for the evening and she was thankful for it. She could only imagine what they would think of their new commander, scrounging around the cooling vents for smuggled goods.
The Normandy's state of the art drive core produced an unimaginable amount of heat in day to day tasks, and less than state of the art cooling systems were used to keep it in check. Most people considered the temperature difference in the storage bay an annoyance, but Shepard saw it as an opportunity.
She climbed atop the crates that Wrex normally guarded and pulled herself up toward a particularly inconspicuous vent. Pausing to check over her shoulder, she confirmed that she was alone. She produced a utility knife from her back pocket and pried
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.
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
HealHeal me,Heal1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of broken words from inside,
From blows of people who don't know,
From the thoughts in my head,
Of what I have done wrong.
CreationSun-lit rays shines upon me,Creation1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can feel the warm breeze,
As I walk onward, I see,
A yellow and black pesky bee.
It flies on to a pretty flower.
I also see a beautiful oak tree,
Its height, so tall, like a tower,
All grown by a seed the size of a pea.
I keep on walking through,
The wonders of the earth,
From flora, like trees of yew,
To fauna, like pigs so wide in girth.
I think about the wonders of creation,
That God almighty has created,
So much life, a true declaration,
Of God's power, that isn't equated.
All of creation gives thanks to the Lord,
For he has bestowed upon us his accord.
chromaWe were merely children when the stars came.chroma2 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