the violet queenHer life belongs to her lord. Only her death is her own.
When her husband gives her the pretty little ivory flask, she knows her time is up.
It's been a long time coming, so very long. Lady Zhen is tired, has long been tired of soft smiles and harsh words, seductive dances and painful indifference; this constant push and pull with Cao Pi's machinations. She turns the flask over in her fingers, her heartbeat drumming through her skin against the polished ivory. It really is a pretty little thing, she marvels, watching the dim moonlight glance off the lacquered surface as if frightened off by the darkness it promises.
Lady Zhen is not afraid. To be afraid is to be simple, and if there's anything she has learned from her time in the Wei kingdom, it is that she is far more complex than she can understand. Her complexity is a gentle hand wiping her face, dark eyes meeting and holding hers, a wedding in plum blossoms; she remembers those careful dark eyes pinned to Lady Guo Nüwang-
Impact Theory"What do you want to be when you grow up?"Impact Theory3 years ago in Horror More Like This
It's a question Welknan schoolteachers ask their students every year, from the day the children enter school to the day the young adults leave. Answers are carefully catalogued and presented to the students at their graduation ceremony in a beautifully decorated scrapbook made by the teacher of each student, added to each year, growing with the child.
It's arguably a silly tradition, and perhaps even morbid to remind the adults of failed childhood dreams, but it's meant to inspire and the children love it, and it's something to do anyway.
Some kids stick to plain, safe answers- tailor, construction, banker, teacher, doctor. Others get imaginative- artist, musician, architect. Others still are painfully practical- shop assistant, office worker. Once in a while, a few are philosophical- "me" and "good" are common.
Rosalin is invariably of the plain variety, not because she isn't imaginative, practical, or philosophical (she is, at times), but be
Helices of ThoughtThe only game worth playingHelices of Thought5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where you don't know the rules
Where no one TELLS you the rules
Where you can't learn the rules
Where you can't forget the rules
Where you can't defeat the rules
Where you're confused by the rules
Where you can't IGNORE the rules
Where you can't change the rules
Where you can't escape the rules
Where you LOVE the rules
Where you hate the rules
Where you hate to love the rules
Where you love to hate the rules
Where you have fun with the rules
Children in the WallsGames of power in a playgroundChildren in the Walls5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Innocent in their cruelty
We view the world as a game of kings and queens
Through the grey-tinted veil of our humanity
Blessed be though the windows of our souls
Where the wise but evil ravens perch with shrill vibrations of sorrow
And the little girl mourning in the corner is our universe's chain and ribbon
While the fallen angel weeping in the corner asks why he fell
And the kings and queens smile (no answer) and bite their tears as drink, thinking to disregard
The luxury of a conscience is the only one left undesired
Because there is always a corner of crying children
Far too trusting to suffer in mute despair's hope
We are, and always will be, hungry animals trapped in the walls (of what?)
And it all started with games of power in a playground
With crying children as silent judges
MyrhhYou close your eyes at the sound of a small voice, hurt and confused like an abandoned kitten, heartbroken and alone. You don't want to turn around, because while it's impossible to hate a child, deep down, you do anyway.Myrhh5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Brother?" his voice trembles.
Behind your closed eyes, you suddenly, completely, viciously hate him for being so innocent, so vulnerable, so impossible to hurt. You know all too well that innocence is equally blessing and curse.
You are almost certain he had no one else to turn to, no one else to trust with that innocence reflected in his unguarded eyes. The rest would enjoy crushing him. In one of your worst moments, you wonder if you should too.
"What is it, Iskah?" you ask calmly, and though poisoned flames lick at your stony heart you expertly manage not to betray even a hint of the irrational fury.
"I... I had a bad dream," he mumbles. Even without looking, you know he's crumbling at your feet, desperate for your approval.
But you don't answer. You cruelly let h
Halfway to InfinityA veil of hatred clouds his eyes,Halfway to Infinity5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And he sees the world as a bitter dream.
He sees truth in the blackest of lies,
That all things good are not what they seem.
And the world which he'd thought he could love
Turned into a reality and disbelief thereof.
The days sped by in a dreamless haze,
Distorting the slow wheel of raw illusion,
Revealing unto the blurred clarity of his gaze,
The horror that ensnares bliss in delusion.
And his nights turn into sins that reap
As bedeviled angels sing him to sleep.
A clock ticks sweetly for this kingdom undead,
Where nothing becomes the sole absolute,
Its gears of poisoned fire dance ahead,
Luring him to freedom in miserable pursuit.
And all his waking thoughts in grief,
His revenge will find for no relief.
The love he shares with a precious few
Does not save him from bitter despair,
And his festering soul burns midnight blue,
two layers skin deepAbove everything, Lavender Brown loves beauty. She loves it in others, but mostly she loves it in herself.two layers skin deep4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're beautiful," Ron tells her one night with his long arms wrapped around her. She turns her head away and that makes him frown, but she can't let him see the idiotic grin spreading across her face (she has this thing about letting people seeing only what she wants them to).
"What's wrong?" he asks, his breath whispering over her hair.
"It's nothing," she says and giggles a bit, something she hates doing but ends up doing it anyway because nothing makes her happier than when he compliments her on how she looks.
She glances down at her perfectly manicured nails, thinks of all the time spent on learning makeup spells and hair care potions, and so misses the longing look Ron sends towards a girl buried in books opposite the common room.
She only remembers Trelawney's warning against a red-haired man after he leaves her for Hermione Granger, who's about as anti-Lavender as wo
L'Amour Sans LimitesIf anyone even halfway sane looked at the scene that was unfolding in the park, they would have instantly suspected the young man had gone insane. Even a notorious murderer like Roo the Ripper would have stopped and stared in horror at what was unfolding. No words could capture how...peculiar the scene was.L'Amour Sans Limites5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In fact, it was at that inconvenient moment that Roo was passing by en route to the coliseum when he saw the most bizarre confession of love he had ever heard transpiring in broad daylight.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer day?" Kain sighed internally. Warm eyes looked back into his, urging him to continue. Kain mentally cursed whatever insane giver of fate had granted this creature such eyes.
Miss Foo Foo returned the gaze, looking, if anything, slightly afraid. Her ears pricked up at the sound of a kind voice, though his expression hardly matched.
"Nay, for you are lovelier yet than a rose..." Kain's voice whispered away as he dared to chance a deeper look into her eyes.
Forever AloneContrary to popular belief, Kain was not an alcoholic. Indeed, it surprised most people that the redhead with anger management issues who carried around a huge hammer he called Thor did not, in fact, drink at all.Forever Alone3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Except on one day.
The day of love, the day of romance. The day when shuffling boys presented flowers and candy to their girlfriends and crushes with eyes lowered to their shoes, and so missed the pleased blushes. The day when failing small businesses were galvanized by lovers desperate to fulfill tradition to prove their feelings.
Frankly, it gave Kain a strong feeling of nausea.
Most Valentine's Days found Kain in a bar, a drink in one hand and a bottle in the other. It'd taken a while before he'd found a bar that served good scotch and was relatively loveless-loser free. Eventually, he'd settled with Buttered Pickles, which met all ordained criteria even if the bartender was a little creepy.
"The usual, 'ey?" a raspy voice sounded from the depths of the cowl. "Is it that t
From the Derpths of Dis Pear▄██████████████▄▐█▄▄▄▄█▌From the Derpths of Dis Pear5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
From the Derpths of Dis Pear
A Tale Of Fale Wahles
~Entry in DAiManga Contest~
"Steve! Aren't you awake yet?"
Steve groaned as he flipped the covers over his head. A few moments passed, until he suddenly felt ice cold water drenching the side of his head, turning his left ear instantly numb.
"Mom! What?!" he yelled, sitting up and shaking his head furiously to rid his ear canal
Mirror, Mirror On the WallMirror, Mirror On the WallMirror, Mirror On the Wall6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?
Who cannot look beyond ones face,
Engrossed in a study of the surface?
When there is so much to know and see,
How can I forfeit all I have to achieve?
My mirror shows all but me.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the brightest of them all?
Who loves all there is to be,
Regardless of lifes cruelty?
As thankless as I am for what I have,
How can I truly smile and laugh?
My mirror shows all but me.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the strongest of them all?
Who can weather any storm,
Surrounded with love or all alone?
By nature, my heart is weak,
My will, I have yet to seek.
My mirror shows all but me.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the bleakest of them all?
Who has given up before the start,
Or slowly, but so surely, lost heart?
What choice do I have but to finish the race,
Or end it now to save face?
My mirror shows all but me.
Mirror, mirror on
The One and Only Sailor KainFighting derp by moonlightThe One and Only Sailor Kain4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Burning dolls by daylight
Evil authoress turned his hair white
He is the one named...
A bright crescent moon shone down on the sleeping city. All was peaceful, all was calm. Nobody was awake to notice a high-heeled figure outlined by the moon behind as it stood in stoic vigil atop a spiral tower along with the cat that led the way.
"How the fuck am I supposed to run around in a skirt this tiny?" Kain raged, stomping around in the feminine high heels.
"It's part of the uniform," Micah the cat sighed.
"Fuck the uniform," the displeased sailor scout grumbled.
"You need to have respect for authority," the cat nagged.
Micah shook his head sorrowfully as he continued to lead the way to their destination. Why did it have to be someone like him? Souri would have looked so cute in a sailor uniform...
Two glowing red eyes opened from the darkness, attracted by the sudden noise. Jaws of unholy, sharp vegetables gnashed in furious gle
Stay By My Side Princess Souri Ada Lodette of Astral frowned as she began reading the list of applicants on yet another sheet of paper. The scribe had fit about ten names per page with a brief paragraph about their experience. All the names were listed in alphabetical order, and she had read through at least five pages before reaching the page of last names beginning with the letter J.Stay By My Side5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She recognized only a handful of the countless names she had read. The ones she knew were either knights who had been working for the royal family for many years, or so-called heroes with high reputations amongst the citizens of Astral. From what she had read about them, though they were most likely qualified for the job, she wouldn't get along with them particularly well.
"Just how many candidates do we have ?" she questioned, putting the page down with a sigh. The pile of
Of Evil Laughs and SistersOf Evil Laughs and Evil SistersOf Evil Laughs and Sisters5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Prince Iskah Ashcroft was strolling to the stadium exit when he heard two men's voices in a room off the hallway. He passed them by easily, but his ears perked up when he caught a line of their conversation.
"Yeah, that guy in the royal suite. You know him?"
He stopped to listen, frowning slightly.
"Who?" the other man asked lamely.
"You know, the short one. With heels." The man laughed briefly.
His frown deepened and he crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently. The aforementioned high heels clicked loudly on the stone floor, but the two men did not notice the sound.
"Oh, yeah, him! The one who looks like everybody kicked his puppy or something. Go on," he replied, sounding interested.
"Well, I heard him laughing earlier. And not just any laugh. It sounded like a drugged up weasel imitating a woodchuck."
There was a brief pause. Outside, Iskah stood, fuming, silently daring the man to insult him any further. Don't they realize who they're mouthi
Midsummer Nightmare Chapter 1The Deciding NightMidsummer Nightmare Chapter 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
Any party to celebrate a significant victory in high school football lead to one thing: underage drinking. One of the players on the team, Jei Dun Ha'rii, always seemed to have no trouble at all in providing the celebrations with more than enough alcohol than what was needed. While the victory has been a triumphant one, the party that ensued was undoubtedly going to be a hectic one.
The music from the sound system wasn't far from maximum volume, and it was a surprise that the neighbors in the surrounding houses had yet to complain. Someone had even supplied special colored lights that gave the house even more of a light hearted, party feeling.
Regardless, Vitani knew she had more pressing concerns when Kain McCloud approached her. She regarded the red haired young man with a wary and suspicious look, already knowing he couldn't possibly have anything good to say.
Or more a
Six Inch Limit As soon as they started walking up the staircase, the telltale click of high heels was discernible. There was a certain noise that only needlessly and dangerously high heels had about them; it was very much unlike flats. The older of the two brothers looked down and frowned at what he saw.Six Inch Limit4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"I thought I told you to stop wearing such high heels," Prince Asoka Ashcroft stood at the head of the stairs, arms folded and implacable gaze pinned on the younger and significantly shorter prince.
Iskah Ashcroft winced and looked at his high heeled feet. "It's nothing I can't handle," he said shortly. "It doesn't hurt at all!"
The corner of Asoka's mouth twitched, but he kept his expression blank. "Come up here then," he ordered.
Iskah did as he was told, climbin
This Is LoveThe sky was dark that night, unusually dark for even Purgatory. The night was Jarah's favorite time of the day, when the stars would burst into life and shine brightly, as if to make up for the lack of a sun. It was much brighter during the night, a beautiful paradox that comforted the citizens and unnerved visitors.This Is Love5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jarah supposed it was a somewhat twisted form of poetic justice that on this night of all nights, even the stars failed to shine. She tilted her head upwards, breath forming clouds of mist on the clean glass of the window, watching fat snowflakes thundering towards the ground. Distant screams of delight echoed against the window, and she glanced down at the palace courtyard, just visible from her angle. The servants and the children were happily playing in the snow, not minding the near-blizzard conditions.
It was the first white Christmas anybody could remember in a long time. Of course everybody would be happy and outside, playing with wild abandonment in a winter wonder
Svartiseni.Svartisen3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The day Trisha Elric dies is the day Winry Rockbell decides she's going to be a mechanic when she grows up.
Her grandmother is pleased, of course. "Good for you," she congratulates when Winry tells her. "It would be a shame to let your talent go to waste."
Five year old Winry doesn't understand any of that. She only looks at Ed and Al, tears streaming from their glazed eyes, and understands that mechanics fix things.
"Winry," Ed whispers. She moves closer, breathless- she'd run straight over the second she heard what happened.
"Ed," she says, and doesn't know what to say. "I- I'm so sorry." He doesn't reply, and she hesitates, casts a look around for help. Al is sitting on the fence, silhouetted by the setting sun. The bloody light glances off his fair hair, blinding her momentarily. She blinks away the reaction-tears, tiny pricklings of cold comfort.
Poor, sweet Al. Ed, dear Ed, frozen on his front step, watching his brother cry as though from an unimaginable distance. Her hands tw
SolifugaeIt starts when the man with a thousand bodies takes her from the tournament grounds, takes her from Micah, takes her from safety, and vaults her up so high into the sky that the Fae princess is afraid. She fights at first – fights, screams, kicks, and maybe she cries. But as warm tears course down her cheeks and Roo’s rough hands wipe them away, concern and care gleaming from eyes that are not his own, Souri realizes some things she’s never wanted to know.Solifugae2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One, that this man smells really good for a murderer on the run, how is that even possible
The world is beautiful. It’s a ridiculous observation to make at any point in time, most of all right now, but they’re soaring into the sun like true birds of paradise and the world lays sprawled and glittering with green and blue at her feet, and Souri realizes that it is, indeed, beautiful.
She just doesn't know why this is suddenly so important to her.
Maybe it's the warmth suffusing her