Children On HooksChildren On Hooks4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Children On Hooks
Stitching thread and mechanics help the children smile,
On each face, in this demented place, children have never been so vile.
Cannot say they have thoughts and dreams, although you can see their brain,
even if there no one would care, for they are all insane.
The children hanging on hooks, filing row by row,
In a horrible place, a terrified face, but their expresion will never show.
Cause of Doctor Bumby ``the puppetier`` puts their new doll face on,
no expression, all the same. down the chute. gone.
Where the chute leads to i truly cannot see,
Probrably to the infernal train, where he thinks all memories should be.
he runs the its schedule and its itinerary too,
But it can be stopped, it was all made by you.
Riddle me thisRiddle me this3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alice wondered through Wonderland, deep in her thoughts she barely noticed when she reached an old stone bridge. The bridge was mostly intact but some large stone blocks were missing and she had to float to the other side. There she was greeted by Cheshire, with his usual creepy and widespread smile. He was about to tell her another riddle but she interrupted him with a question.
"I've been thinking Cat, why do you look so different than when I visited Wonderland when I was a child?" she said placing her hands behind her back.
"Our physical appearance is what makes us different but it is not what defines us." he replied, waving his tail. "We are defined by our mind and what we deep worthy of mentioning from it, to other people. Thus I haven't changed just your perception of me has."
Alice raised her eyebrow to his reply, half surprised to not hear another riddle in his answer and half glad to hear it that way. This however made her remember London and the very reason she came to Wonder
Hello thereHello there my little Alice,Hello there4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have returned to Wonderland.
I can't be more pleased; please come and
Have a cup with this old hatter.
You have come back a woman, I see.
But me I haven't changed. I'm the same
As when you left Wonderland.
That smile of yours forces time forward.
You look at me with those beautiful eyes
And I melt in my seat. You tell me of your life.
There is a pause in your story.
I look up and see that you have begun to weep.
I jump from my seat, spilling all the tea.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I just missed you so much" you reply.
I pull you into my arms and whisper,
"You never have to leave my arms ever again"
You look up at me and kiss me.
Just a little peck, but it shook my whole world.
My heart stopped for a second, and I leaned in,
To kiss you back. It's a salty sweet taste.
I love it and I love you my little Alice.
If this hatter has gone mad than I never want to be sane.
Alice In ZombielandThere was an Alice in ZombielandAlice In Zombieland2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wasn´t a girl
She was a creepy little thing
She liked horror stories
From Mad Heartless King
She ate a lot of "Eat me" biscuits
But it didn´t work,
How can be possible for a dead, to grow up?
There was an Alice in Zombieland
She tried to eat a dirty white rat
She followed it into a cave
Where a bloody cat attacked the plague
Its smile was horrific
The blood and the bones were easy to see
It spoke in a grave tone
"You need to go to the red queen court"
There was an Alice in Zombieland
She used to walk through ways
Without a think in its head
Almost a broken bottle that say
"Drink it" in it
She and her seams were unleashed
Their sharp teeth and its eyes spiraling
An apron worn, rotting at the end of the tea party.
Alice and her Mad ProtectorAlice?Alice and her Mad Protector4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's wrong Alice?
Why are you crying, I thought I promised to stop those tears?
Come here my sweet little Alice and tell my why you weep.
My heart breaks when you cry, you are my one and only.
When you cry, I cry.
Tell me why you are crying.
You tell me someone has hurt you.
I start to cry and you look up in surprise.
You ask why I am crying.
I say I have failed you; I wasn't able to protect you my sweet little Alice.
Your tears slow to a crawl and a small smile comes across your face.
You tell me that I am no failure to you.
That you love this mad old, hat maker.
You look into my tear filled eyes and I feel the love that you hold for me.
I pull you into my arms ever so tightly, and kiss you.
I pull my lips away and promise to never let another person hurt you.
That you will never cry while I hold you in my arms and that I never,
Plan to let you go.
The Cheshire PrinceAlice opened the door and slammed it shut. She leaned against it in attempt the keep the annoyingly sneezing duchess and her psycho maid, who kept throwing every single object at everyone, inside the house. She knew they wouldnt leave their spot from the kitchen, but with all the madness happening in there was enough to drive even her insane. Closing her blue eyes she let in a deep breath of the windy air to relax her nerves, and sighed out loudly. This wonderland of a world was getting on her nerves. Nothing made any sense to her and she always ended up getting into more trouble then she already was. God help me.The Cheshire Prince6 years ago in Teen More Like This
It looks like a lonesome girl is troubled, said a purr rumbling sound of a voice. Alice looked around her but saw no one in sight. Puzzled she walked up to the gate and looked around again. If youre looking for a voice then all you have to do is look up. The mysterious voice said to her confusion.
It took her a minute to
Alicia's LamentHere I am, broken againAlicia's Lament7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Cannot seem to get near the end
Was I not ready for the fall?
Too blind to see the writing on the wall?
My soul is devoured in grief, am I meant to exist?
Even my cheeks burn from a demon's kiss
Trapt in my mind, chaos resumes
Did you have to leave so soon?
I just want to hold you, sis, for one last time
While thoughts of our childhood race through my mind
Mom won't stop crying, Dad hardly speaks
Is it because he feels so weak
From you being gone and foverer lost
Since I am the one who must pay the cost?
Agony and hatred has taken over my brain
For years I've been feeling nothing but pain
Trust others who might hurt me, never again
Since you've been gone, I never forgave myself
What would happen if I lost someone else?
Why go on? I'll just hurt others
Including my friends, their sisters and brothers
If you can hear me, please speak to my soul
Because I never wanted you to go
This is the price that I must pay
Feeling sorrow since the day you were taken away
Train's final destinationTrain's final destination2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warning: Hints of rape, violence and dark themes.
It's probably ironic.
I'm waiting for the train.( It is late again. Those lazy officials are definitely getting paid more than they are worth.) At the same time that other train should be reaching its destination.
Madness and destruction. The end of the line for her.
Really…it's a shame. Such a fine young lady. She also had become quite a specimen around this small town. Everyone was talking about her. Alice..Αlice…Αlice..She was everywhere. Alice who survived that mysterious fire. Alice who became trapped into her own mind. Poor little Alice!
One of my greatest works. Have I succeeded she would have been oh so marvelous! An offer to the world which hungers for these attractions. Making children forget about their horrible past… A work to be praised! By both sides of society nevertheless. The people who lived in the ignorant light and the savage beasts of the darkness.
The first o
Her Name is AliceHer Name is Alice3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
("If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense")
("Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't")
I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time
And every creature lends themselves to change your state of mind
And the girl that chased the rabbit, drank the wine, and took the pill
Has locked herself in limbo to see how it truly feels
To stand outside your virtue
No one can ever hurt you
Or so they say
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Through shapes and shadows
And even though she's dreaming, she knows
Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain
And every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain
And through the looking glass we see she's painfully returned
But now off with her head I fear is everyone's concern
You see there's no real ending
It's only the beginning
Come out and play
Her name is Alice (Alice)
She crawls into the window
Through shapes and shadows
Death Embassy-Chapter 2 pt 1.1Death Embassy-Chapter 2 pt 1.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"GABBY! GIVE ME BACK MY CEREAL!!" Demise screamed at Gabby who was standing on the table eating his breakfast. It was only 7am so not many people were up.
"I like your cereal better," Gabby whined, continuing to slurp it down. "I'll make you a deal, I'll leave you the milk, okay?"
"NO! NOW GIMME MY CEREAL!!" He screamed and lunged at Gabby, who simply stepped down off the table and finished his cereal in her room. Demise picked himself up off the table when there was a loud thump then the sound of a door being slammed. Kelsey stormed into the kitchen with untidy hair and rainbow pajamas.
"SHUT THE F*CK UP, YOU HEAR ME!!" She boomed then stormed back to bed. Willow made her way to the kitchen with a bruise on her forehead. She sat down on the left side of the table. Taylor sat in the right corner playing with her spoon.
"Did you fall out of bed?" She asked. Willow nodded and put some ice in a small bag.
"You guys really need to put carpet in " Willow groaned. Demise
Cheshire Cat-Pandora HeartsCheshire Cat-Pandora Hearts6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes the color of crimson
Clothes black like nightingales
Chalky white skin
With disinterested gaze
Hair dark blood and disarray
Claws covered with malice
The kitty smells evil bringers
To hurt its lost master
The calm but volatile cat
Protects its masters harsh memories
From the master herself
But you job is done
Go to sleep
And perish within your maze
Made by the Abyss
Alice - Screenplay: 1. BrokenAlice - Screenplay: 1. Broken4 years ago in Drama More Like This
SCENE TITLE: "BROKEN"
MEDIUM: (Alice's POV)
Alice is being carried down a hall by two men in an old-time gurney, surrounded by a doctor (Bumby) and a nurse (Witless).
What's wrong, Alice?
My parents are... gone....
The shot changes showing Alice lying in the gurney, wrists slashed.
What else is wrong, Alice?
A flash of black pass through the frame creating a:
Alice's face is extremely pale, the area of her eyes is heavily darkened.
What's broken, Alice?
EXTREME CLOSE UP:
Alice's eyes, weakly opening, fluttering then remaining closed.
Cut to: Black
A HOUSE INTERIOR
Alice's house is on fire. Young Alice (blond) is in her room, and smoke is rising from underneath the door. She is holding her doll, covering her mouth
Watch Your Step"Be careful, Alice. Watch your step, Alice," repeated the Cheshire Cat as she walked through the valley of the spikes. He stood in silence as he watched her weave in and out of the sharp, elongated death-trap.Watch Your Step4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He held his breath, watching as a spike plummeted from the top of the ceiling, thinking her end was near. He closed his eyes hearing the spike sink into the marred ground, his heart stopping. 'Was she gone?' he thought. 'She never bothered to listen to me that silly girl... but now who will save us? Who will save her?' He opened his eyes.
To his shock, the last of the butterflies took off around her as she continued through the maze. She survived. "Impossible..." he said to himself, "but then again, this girl has yet ceased to amaze me." He stood above the shafts, his claws sinking into every board, his golden eyes watching his broken mistress continue forth on her journey.
Changes for a Hare and DormouseChanges for a Hare and Dormouse3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was dark and cold inside the torturous experimental room. The machines had mysteriously stopped long ago. That long ago, there was hope that the two main victims may be freed. However, that hope soon faded. There was nothing left for them but silence and loneliness now. No one came for them. No one helped them. The Hare and the Dormouse stood still, strapped to the dunking machine and dissection table, respectively, waiting for something to happen or someone to come for them.
Hatter never even came back. His defeat must have been the reason for the machines stopping. It must have been Alice who did it. It seemed like she was going to help them, but she never did. She never came back since Hare told her when the Hatter comes to check on them. Damn that girl! The Hare bet she had saved all of Wonderland by now. Yes, all of Wonderland except for them. They were trapped in the back of her mind, never to be saved or cared for. The Hare looked across the room at hi
Marric Hawke's ListMarric Hawke's List4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Based on Skippy's List: The 213 things Skippy is no longer allowed to do in the U.S. Army
Things Marric Hawke is no longer allowed to do in Kirkwall (or the surrounding area)
1. Not allowed to enter my Mabari in the darktown dog races
2. Not allowed to slit my wrists and dance naked under the moonight
3. Even if it was just to fit in
4. I am forbidden to set Carver up on a blind date ever again
5. Not allowed to threaten to burn people within earshot of a templar
6. Not allowed to draw a tranquil sun sign on my forehead as 'camouflage'
7. Not allowed to threaten to steal people souls for selling me out to the Templars, even in jest
8. I will not convince people I am related to Maric Theirin.
9. must not attempt to taunt the Knight Captain
10. Will no longer flirt with the Knight Captain or the Knight Commander
11. Will not tell the Knight Captain that his skirt makes him look 'smashing'
12. I am not allowed to tell a Tenvinter nobleman that "your bitches like Fereldans better."
13. I a
A letter to AliceHey there my sweet little AliceA letter to Alice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How are you? I have been missing you so much, my heart hurts so much when I can't see your smile it kills me not to have you in my arms for even a second. I need you in my life or there isn't a life for this old hatter. I only feel real when I feel your lips against mine. The warm caress of your body against mine. You are so perfect, god I can't even begin to tell you how much you mean to me. I love you so much and want to see your beautiful face and hear your angelic voice. You are my perfect puzzle piece. Finally this insane old man has something anchoring him to this land. Before you I didn't have a reason to call it by name because for me it wasn't. It was a world that I was but I did not live there not until you came into my life. You are the reason for my happiness; I never believed that it was possible for me to be as happy as I am. You are so beautiful, you take my breath away every time I get to see your face. You are so kind, worrying that you
Cheshire Cat's LullabyDear little Alice, please don't cryCheshire Cat's Lullaby7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tears of woe won't help you get by
I know that you feel scared, lost and alone
Since you cannot find your way back home
Have strange things happened?
Is there anything I need to know?
Did you taste things that make you shrink or grow?
Did you suffer any, please say it isn't so!
I will help you out, just wait and see
You'd be glad that you found a cat like me
I'll show you around this fascinating place
Only if you keep a smile on your face
No more reading signs that say "This way" or "Yonder"
Now you don't have to sit down and try to ponder
Which way should you go, you ask?
I seem to find that a fairly simple task
Just follow my grin, for you will know soon
How much it looks like a glowing crescent moon
Don't be afraid, please follow my advice
Surely you don't even need to think twice...
Oh look, there's the Queen all dressed in red,
Hear how she screams "Off with your head!"
Those are the very words that everyone dreads
Would you like to keep your he
Twinkle, twinkleTwinkle, twinkle3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea tray in the sky.
You are oh-so very free.
You must be happy indeed.
I wonder how you'd be feeling
If someone came and clipped your wings.
Your little body's very sore.
You do not twinkle anymore.
Is this how it has to end?
Will you ever fly again?
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!"
As the Dormouse sang to himself, he felt his eyelids starting to droop, despite the fact that his right eye was held open. His grasp on the machinery he was working on loosened until his arms fell against the old checkered vest of his he had found and put on after he and Hare left that horrible lab. He continued to think about what horror he had been through and how oblivious he was to most of it until he realized that he was falling asleep. "If only there was another way to keep myself awake so I can help Hare." he thought. "If only..."
Butterfly PinThat was the last thing I had ever gotten from my family. I would hold it up and it would shine in the sunlight as I used to hand it to Lizzie to put in my hair.Butterfly Pin4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That silly little butterfly pin.
I never thought it would ever mean anything to me back then, not ever. Being back in Wonderland for the second time after the fire had proved me wrong.
When I fell, they would catch me and bring me back where I began. When I fought, they would guide me from any danger that would dare hurt me. When I died, they brought me back to life as if the fight I fought had not occurred.
Nearing the end of my journey, I had finally realized what these butterflies symbolized. My family. They had protected me and guided me to find out what had truly happened that fateful night and to find that dastardly arson. They still had faith in me after death.
My eyes opened as I heard a soft purr close to my neck. "Did you ever think they doubted you, my dear?"
I gazed upon the now clear blue sky above me. "I used to
AIW: The Path.... Suppressed MemoriesAIW: The Path....5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was done. Closing the log laying heavily on her desk, with a satisfied sigh, Alice had finished what she had set out to do. It had taken nearly 6 years but she had surpassed her late fathers dreams and extended his trade route all the way to china, and done so successfully. Pushing back the chair she walked over to the the ancient globe spinning it ideally and watching as it spun wildly. Instead of feeling complete though she felt empty.
Looking in her mirror she didn't look much different then she had the day she had laid out her plan to her fathers old friend and colleague. Her hair rarely worn up anymore, fell around her face an shoulders. It was a waste of time to try to tame it, her hair had a mind of it's own and her fine strands always ended up escaping even the most elaborate style. She gathered it up into a messy bun in the back to better study her reflected features.
There were no wrinkles marking time across her visage yet, but they
Secrets of Harmonia 01Chapter One: InterrogationSecrets of Harmonia 014 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
April 25, 2011 11:53 AM
International Police Headquarters
Looker had shot all the questions he had about Team Plasma to five of the six sages he arrested and he was quite pleased with the results. The sages were completely co-operative about the whole thing and he was certain they would be freed at one point with the understanding they each were only being used by Ghetsis for his insane plan and to never try to revive Team Plasma ever again.
Each of the sages seemed to have different knowledge about Team Plasma, either about the plans Ghetsis supposedly had, the types of pokemon they preferred to use, the members who had joined, their methods of persuasion and just a bit about N's childhood. However, none of the sages he had currently spoken to knew the most important and vital information he was seeking about N and he was pinning all his hopes on the final sage: Bronius. Looker stopped in his office for a cup of coffee before heading over to