RapunzelThe floor is covered with ribbons of broken hair snapped, dry, dirty hair. She watches it break and die every day; even when it groans from her scalp, she no longer cries for it. It's only hair.Rapunzel6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sits in the corner, with another of her headaches, closing her unwashed eyes and praying for sleep.
When a man's voice calls to her from outside, she jumps.
No one speaks to her.
She is one hundred feet from the ground and no one can see her face.
Heart quickening - a newborn sparrow that must learn to fly or else succumb to a hungry mouth - she struggles with her locked bones to stand and run to the window. She only moves slowly, however desperate she is, her wasted muscles threatening to fold. Her fragile fingers with their grey, unfiled nails fight with the stone sill to gain purchase and she sways, a stricken willow planted in her own filth.
"Let down your hair," he says.
Why won't he leave her alone? Why won't he go from here?! But still she mechanically heaves her co
RAFA: Thera X Noam Drabbles (part two)RAFA: Thera X Noam drabbles (Part two)RAFA: Thera X Noam Drabbles (part two)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
11) "Noam? You ready?" Thera called to him at his window.
"I'm coming!" He called back out his window and closed. Thera waited for a few more minutes until the door opened. She turned around and was surprised to see Noam with his little sister sitting on his shoulders.
"Amber's coming with us?" Thera asked as Noam locked the door and shifted his bag. He looked at her and blushed in embarrassment saying, "Mom's out so I gotta take care of her today. You don't mind do you?"
"Oh no, I don't mind Noam! We can take get with us to the park." She replied happily and lightly tickled Amber's side. She giggled and laughed out loud. Noam sighed in relief and followed Thera to the park.
Once they were there, Noam set out the blanket and let Amber to the ground. Amber tried to stand up but she fell back on her butt. She laughed and Thera smiled.
"She's so adorable Noam." Thera said and ran her fingers through Amber's hair. Amber didn't mind as sh
The Lovely and the LonelyShe laughed in flowersThe Lovely and the Lonely9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiled with Death
Her hair was a tangle of vibrant blossoms
And his heart was slowly decaying
Until he found her awash in her garden of summer
His actions where feared and misunderstood
But her greetings of radiant happiness
Began to warm his frozen heart in a chest of fire
Every year when she goes to visit him
The trees wait patiently for her to return their leaves
Birds journey the Earth searching for stories to tell her
And the Sun lessens his glow until she emerges
She laughs in flowers
He smiles with Life
Her hair is tangled with vibrant blossoms
But now his heart is tended to like her favorite garden
Chapter 2 - The TrialChapter 2Chapter 2 - The Trial8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jack had barely begun to get his bearings when an angry voice intruded his confused thoughts.
"Now, really, this was a situation between two holidays! Jack apologized for his actions! I've forgiven Jack, there's no need for all the holidays to get involved-"
"Thank you to your take on the case, Mr. Claus, but the accused has arrived." A deep voice rang though the air, though there was no hint of a shout in the voice.
Jack looked around. He was in a gigantic courtroom, built to accommodate vast amounts of people (or others, as the case may be). At the moment, only about a third of the courtroom was filled, all facing a round platform with not but a single chair on it. Jack noticed it was surrounded by a wire-thin fence.
In the rows of seats, obviously the jury, there were various inhabitants of the holiday towns. Elves from Christmas Town, Jack recognized, but none of the others. But the figures in the first row had most of Jack's attention, and for a good reason.
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.daydreams and monsters.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
How to Pocket a Man's HumanityFirst, convince him to adoptHow to Pocket a Man's Humanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a rescue cat, fat, days away
from slaughter. Find one mis-
sing half his tail. The pair
will purr in tune; this step
is important. Next, rush him,
him and his rescue, to their
home, and then keep them dry
and healthy. Move deliberate-
ly, with articulation. Shape
the sound. Watch cat and man
sup together, sleep together.
Spring happens upon them, as
it does, and the man and his
rescue walk along the bridge-
less route to the forest and
grove without wind. Convince
him to let rescue race aloft,
to the distant hill-top. And
he will, and he does, and he
is gone. The man screams out-
ward into the meadow, scream
after scream weaving through
stalks of wheat, but nothing.
No clicks or mews. A nothing
against the rust of night on
the horizon. Help the man to-
ward his doorstep. Help keep
him apprised of the treeline
and its shadows. Finally, he,
rescue, appears, and the man
grabs your collar and shouts
and walks and runs and stops.
Rescue has brought home life
beautiful.i hate my stretchmarksbeautiful.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the vertical the horizontal the ones running miles down my arms
stripes on a circus tent
my body is a freak show
75 cents a ticket
they are the bars on a cage
trapping me inside this prison cell of flesh
(not letting me run away
from all i once was)
reminding me that i am
still that little girl who
was told that she had too
much weight in her stomach
and in her thighs
to be called beautiful
my stretchmarks are the debris from when i tried to collapse upon myself
tried taking up less space
because beautiful is small beautiful is skinny
diets upon diets
because i've been told that
i am only worth the sharpness of my collarbone
The Trial of the HolidaysChapter 1The Trial of the Holidays8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dawn was breaking over Halloweentown. It shed its light over the strong yet twisted houses of the town, awaking some of the equally strong and twisted townsfolk in their beds. Jack Skellington, though, was awake to greet the dawn.
The Pumpkin King was clearly in an aggravated mood. Jack would get up from the electric chair and pace, back and forth, around his room. Then he would lie back in bed, perhaps to snatch the long awaited sleep he desires. In a mere few minutes, however, Jack would be back on his feet, pacing once more.
Jack was sitting in the electric chair, turning a small black box in his bony hands, when a small whine jarred him out of his thoughts. Zero, his loyal ghost dog, had awakened, and now was giving Jack a look that knew Jack hadn't gotten any sleep.
Jack shook his skull. "Oh, Zero." Jack muttered, still studying the spider web design on the box. Zero came to a rest on Jack's shoulder as Jack flipped open the box.
Inside was a beautifully cut
november is callingI trace your ink-infused skinnovember is calling3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my wanting fingertips
and I remember the better
days. You were younger
once and I was sweeter
once, and we shared a
prison cell called love.
You are no longer baby-
faced and I have hair down
to my waist, and you smoke
cigarettes and you drink
whiskey because you want to
be a man’s man. You kiss me
sweetly for the fifth year
in a row, even though I
haven’t known what it’s like
to call you mine in four.
I can’t detach myself from
your wanting gaze, the way
you look at me when I shed
my skin. I can’t let go of your
laugh and your blue-green-grey
eyes, the way you smirk and pull
me close to your heat.
There is a tomahawk on your
arm and I trace its black lines
and the softness of your skin,
and I pray that it will not always
be this way.
One, two, threeMy boyfriend watched, open mouthedOne, two, three3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I unscrewed the lid of your urn,
and ran my fingers through your ashes.
Your depression, your soul dust.
I felt an ocean rolling under my ribs
and an urge to cradle your urn,
rock you back and forth
like you did for me when I was young.
At the funeral, my uncle announced
that you hated religion.
But he left out the part
where you did believe in a God,
just that he was always punishing you.
“There was nothing you could have done”
said the other uncle.
I think of all those spent wishes,
the birthday candles extinguished for gifts,
the meteor showers I wasted on love,
the prayers offered from family friends
that are now given a little too late.
This year, I turn 22 years old.
But when I blow out the candles,
my wish won’t matter.
None of them did.
Apple WorldYears ago, we were giants – or so it seemed to me and my twin brother Jimmy – and we lived in a world of magical insects, fairies and various small creatures, who often seemed in awe of our presence. This world was known to others, who lived indoors and called themselves our parents, as a back garden. But then our parents appeared odd to us at that time, as they firmly refused to believe in magic of any kind. We didn’t even get the tooth fairy stuff or Santa Claus beliefs from them.Apple World6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perhaps, in retrospect we compensated for this.
The back garden was Wonder World and we strode the land, with mighty footsteps aided by our ten league boots that had been given to us by a wizard – known to our parents as Uncle Barney. We spoke to insects and fairies and every one of them had a tale to tell. We learnt a lot. In fact we knew it all then, to the extent that we rebelled at the thought of starting school and informed our parents that we had more knowledge than both of the
UTAU CV Japanese ReclistI don't have an UTAUloid of my own, but I know that there are many people out there who want to make their own, and Japanese is one of the easiest to use in, not to mention the original language of, the UTAU software. This list of recordings are for consonant-vowel voicebanks of the Japanese language.UTAU CV Japanese Reclist2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
a, i, u, e, o
ka, ki, ku, ke, ko
kya, kyi, kyu, kye, kyo
ga, gi, gu, ge, go
gya, gyi, gyu, gye, gyo
sa, shi, su, se, so
Dear Younger ClareDear brand-new Clare:Dear Younger Clare6 years ago in Letters More Like This
Welcome. Live. Cherish.
Aren't you lucky to be allergic to most of the out-doors?
Fractured bones heal. Even if they hurt. Even if they got great big heavy boxes dropped on them. Even if they're your toe bones, and you can't move them right afterwards.
School Yeah, that'll become a theme.
NO! NO NO NO! Eating dirt will NOT make you un-allergic to grass!
Dear 5-Year-Old Clare:
You may be engaged to him, but he'll be cheating on you by the end of the week.
Dear 6-Year-Old Clare:
Try asking nicely first. Boys don't like getting beaten up by girls, especially if they're bigger than them.
Dear 7-Year-Old Clare:
When they tell you you're smart, PLEASE don't start crying. They'll only misread it.
Your parents didn't tell you till now because they thought you didn't need to know. They won't realize how bad it hurts you to find out. Remember t
I'll Wait by the WaterThis is the place where our memories began.I'll Wait by the Water2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A creek at the bottom of a canyon,
red cliffs on either side and a giant
pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.
Paths that we created through the woods
and up and down those copper canyon walls
while we pretended to be wild Injuns
or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.
You were on your knees,
in the middle of the creek,
when I found you.
A neighbor girl, trespassing.
I had a mind to chase you off
until I asked what you were doing.
You looked at me, smiled, and said,
"Catching crawdads. Come help!"
After that day, we spent Springs and Summers
building fort walls and chasing frogs,
skipping stones and arguing baseball,
sharing comic books and trading punches.
You could hit as hard as any boy I knew.
We had our own bridge to Terabithia,
our own kingdoms of knights and castles,
won the World Series with back to back homeruns,
settled the Wild West and discovered gold in the mountains.
My parents thought you were imaginary
until I bro
BabydollPropping my daughter against the towel on my shoulder, I rhythmically pat her back. Nevaeh's just had her second bottle of the day, and try as I might, I still can't get her to burp. Today is no different, and in the end I give up, wipe her small round mouth, and pop her in the bouncer for a while. It's the electric kind, with a soft lullaby and swinging motion, so I know she'll be entertained while I get on with the mountain of washing that needs to be folded.Babydoll1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You wouldn't think just two people could make so much washing, but ever since her dad had left me, it seemed like the washing pile had grown larger instead of smaller. Despite the lullaby, I make conversation with her as I fold - it seems to me that it's the best way to develop her speech, for her to hear it. She's such a good, quiet baby, I often wonder how long until she starts making more noise.
By the time I've reduced "mount fold-me" to a mere foothill, she's asleep, so I leave her in the bouncer and dash out to check the m
RAFA: Thera X Noam Drabbles (Part 1)RAFA: Thera X Noam Drabbles (Part one)RAFA: Thera X Noam Drabbles (Part 1)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
1) After Noam had placed Thera on the ground, she stared up at him and he stared right back at her. Then, in one swift motion, Thera had locked lips with Noam. Noam's eyes widened and he was only able to kiss back for about five seconds when she let go.
"S-Sorry..." Was all Thera could say before she ran off.
Noam's face was beet red when he walked over to Lilly. One look at his face and Lilly laughed and slapped him on the back.
"Nice work genius."
2) Thera screamed as they fell from the air, but Noam was prepared for this. Quickly, he grabbed Thera, tucked her under his arm and pulled the cord to his parachute.
Thera stopped screaming and stayed close to Noam as they fell down gently to the ground. Noam was the only person she could trust to save her in these situations. He was her anchor, but she was his angel and he couldn't let her get hurt.
As soon as they touched ground, the parachute fell over them and they stru
My Story Of My DepressionI've felt depression ever since i was born believe it or not. Let me explain a little bit...My Story Of My Depression4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My only sister moved out when i was 3, my only brother moved out when i was 4 & my parents divorced when i was 5. I rarely even see my dad anymore now...i used to, but not anymore. The last time I've seen my dad irl was January 13th, 2013...
Then in 5th grade, i started to get bullied & i've been getting bullied ever since. Luckily my mom let me switch to home-schooling after 9th grade, but i'm still cyber-bullied on here & other sites, mostly here though...
I tend to scratch & cut myself often, but i mostly just scratch myself. Mostly my arms, shoulders & legs... I also sometimes have suicidal thoughts, but... Not that often, just once in a while...
I've been trying to get help with my depression ever since 7th grade, but i always get misunderstood & no one seems to know how i feel deep inside...
I need help
I've recently started biting myself as well. I've also been starving myself
Chapter Three - A PromiseChapter 3Chapter Three - A Promise8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You can't be serious, Jack!"
Mayor was thrilled when Jack came back to Town Hall, but now, after Jack had finished his tale, he was wearing his worried face.
Jack sighed. "Unfortunately, I AM serious."
Jack had ushered Mayor and Sally into the back room where they wouldn't be disturb. Right now, Sally was looking fearful and concerned, but otherwise she was calm on the outside.
Mayor, on the other hand, was on the verge of tears. "And I thought all we needed to worry about is if we're having the ghosts or that corpse girl burst out of the well!"
Jack tried to calm Mayor down. "Mayor, it'll be alright. Even if I lose the Pumpkin King crown-"
Jack hoped to break the possibility gently, but the crash of lightning that accompanied his words sure didn't help at all.
Mayor wailed. "Oh, JAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!"
Mayor tackled Jacks legs, tipping Jack over onto the floor. Jack got off the floor enough to be on his behind, but was tackled again by Mayor. Mayo
A Victim of CircumstanceWhen one is with friends and is asked, “Do you know any stories?” one usually has a particular tale prepared for such an occasion. This tale can act as an icebreaker, lead to good conversation, or simply garner a satisfied “Can you believe it?” reaction. This is one of those stories:A Victim of Circumstance10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Paul Edwards, a man nearing his fortieth year, was still a bachelor. He was a barrister, and quite brilliant at his job. Flawless, even. In his entire career, he had not lost a single case. Impressive, no? Unfortunately, his unblemished record was to be tainted on the twenty-second of September, ninety-seven. Paul did not appear at the trial, an omission previously unheard of by his family and friends, because on the twenty-second of September, nineteen ninety-seven, at eight forty-seven in the morning, Paul Edwards was hit by a train.
So how did Mr Edwards QC come to such a quick, but nevertheless tragic end? He was not pushed or shoved or thrown or tripped. Instead, Mr Edwards
Scar TissueI don’t know what I hated more: myself, or the fact that my crying woke him up. It couldn’t be later than two in the morning, I had woken up from another nightmare and I found myself huddled in the same spot I always went to in times like these: the bathtub.Scar Tissue10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a bad habit I got myself into since childhood, but the coldness of the tub gave me a comfort most things couldn’t. I had been good about keeping my pain hidden from the rest of the world, but by night it came crawling back to me in the form of dreams and flashes of guilt.
The tears would come before I could stop them and I always found myself in this tub. He never knew, and I never told him. What was the point? I’m a girl stuck in reverse who can’t seem to let go of yesterday and take in the joys of tomorrow. My whole life was like a damaged tape, repeating itself when it shouldn’t and having a hard time moving forward. I always could repress my sobs, and I wondered if I was louder than I
Sanctuary The Walking Dead Fan FictionSanctuarySanctuary The Walking Dead Fan Fiction8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Walking Dead Fan Fiction
“Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.” ~Jane Howard
The muffler on the hunter green truck had been broken long before the end of the world started, so the girl hears the roaring cry of the engine several seconds before the battle-scarred vehicle pulls up beside her. It veers into the wrong lane in the process of doing so, but the absence of other motorists on the road renders the traffic violation innocuous and irrelevant. The windows are either tinted dark or extremely dirty, or a combination of both. The girl rests her torn and overstuffed backpack on the steaming asphalt as the driver gradually slows the truck to a halt and rolls down the window closest to the girl, the one on the passenger’s side. The truck has five seats total—two in the front, three smaller ones in the back—and four of them are empty.
“Where you he
Chapter Four - Calm and MurderChapter 4Chapter Four - Calm and Murder8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~Calm and Murder
Once again, Stars transport spell dazed Jack. This time, though, it seems to take longer to shake off the dizziness.
At first, Jack thought it was because he was woozy, but when his head finally cleared, he saw that they were in a forest. However, it was nothing like the Hinterlands.
The trees were gigantic, tall and wide. Even the numerous leaves on the trees were huge, the smallest being the size of large umbrellas unfurled. In the faint light of the moon, the lights of fireflies could be seen amongst the plants. The woods were alive with the sounds of nocturnal animals awaking for the night.
Where - where are we?
This? This is the Ancient Woodland. Mother Nature lives at the heart. Star looked around at the treetops, looking for something.
Where is he? He should be here. Star sounded much calmer now Jack wasnt in danger of being arrested.
Jack vaguely wondered why Star hadnt just poof into the heart of
Birth MarkedGrandpa used to tell storiesBirth Marked11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
about the night I was born,
said a lost sparrow with cockeyed feathers
hopped across my right shoulder
and left its mark.
Shifting the sheaf of hair
mom refused to cut short
and craning my neck,
I could just see the cluster
of sharp-edged W's etched like tattoos
across the scalloped scoop of my bones.
In summer heat waves,
I learned to weave my dark tangles into braids
and let the claw strokes breathe,
the thin straps of feather-print shirts
pushed out of the way.
On those days,
Grandpa claimed I could lift my arms, wing-like,
and fly myself into something new.
though the sun is high
and summer nears again,
Grandpa is gone
and I am weighted by dark moods
and black mascara.
Standing at his graveside,
I tell him stories about the parts of him I miss
and the parts of me I hate
but cannot change;
the parts I was born into.
A phantom breeze clutches
the fresh bob of my wayward hair
and for a moment,
I can feel his work-calloused fingers