An Irrational Fear Nyctophobia, Achluophobia, Lygophobia, Scotophobia fear of darkness.An Irrational Fear4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I reach out, through the nothingness, trembling, searching for the wall. A sound, a whisper of fabric, and I'm scrambling back to my bed, diving under the covers, eyes clamped shut, whimpers catching in my throat.
Afraid of the air itself, a breeze is enough to reduce me to a cowering ball of nerves. Dignity? I have none; it ran away as the dark descended, replaced with paranoia and sheer, blind terror.
I pray for sleep, but it evades me, mocking my weakness.
Without an escape, my mind turns on me, conjuring illusions of horror. Monsters prowl around me, demons above, their leathery wings beating hard to keep tortured heavy bodies in the air.
At the slam of a closing door, my eyes fly open, darting, searching wildly for the creature that is surely approaching. But there is none; it remains in the shadows, lurking unseen.
I survey my prison, this room of horrors and illusions, and the gloom sneers.
UntitledUntitledUntitled4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be untitled
Is to be
A title gives character
Is as important
As the content within
Who would you be
Without your name?
How would directions be followed
Without street names,
Long, black roads
Who would recognize a call
If no name was given?
Who would respond
If no one had a title?
I could go on
But I've made my point.
Your untitled work
May be popular
But never will be finished
SerenityWhat's in a name? Destiny, faith, personality? Do we define ourselves by our name? Or does our name define us?Serenity3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was named rather awkwardly, and not at all like my name would suggest. My grandmother shouted out her idea for my name from the restroom. "Oh no!" She started shouting, my parents had thought she had broken something, or fell. "Oh no! I have the perfect name for the baby! Serenity!" And so Serenity I was named. Unpleasant, but there it is.
I'm not particularly fond of my name. That being said, I don't particularly hate it either. It's just there, a part of me I cannot change. Therefore, I often wonder about my name. Could it bring some special, new, or hidden meaning into my life? In the pursuit of knowledge I've looked it up, often. Several different sources have some pretty interesting ideas about what my name means.
The dictionary states, that Serenity is the state or quality of being serene, calm, or tranquil. Or as a secondary definition, it is a title of honor, respect
Cosmic JokeIt must be some kind of cosmic joke that the universe picked me to be a writer. Well, real funny, Universe. Can you turn it off now?Cosmic Joke4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Me, of all people. The girl who gets fifties on spelling assignments and never reads anything not assigned to her by a teacher.
Well, until about a month ago, that is. I mean, I still don't read, but all of a sudden my spelling started getting a whole lot better. That's when the ideas started coming, too. The ones that force themselves into my brain and won't go away and don't let me sleep and dig their little tendrils into my head until I write them down.
I mean really, what is this?
And there's another thing. I never would of used a phrase like "dig their little tendrils" a month ago. That's dumb. It's like something that teachers like to see in papers. Like something a writer would put in a paper.
So like it or not I guess I am a writer now.
One day.My fantasies consist of dropping out of school and learning to play the guitar. I'll lay on the hood of my car in a parking lot cities away, toying with the strings of existence until the moon meets the sun and I'm home again, sleeping off the safety of the afternoon. We both know that if I had a better body, I'd spend my nights performing on a neon-caked dance floor, falling for someone that smells like cheap martinis, and picking up the dollar bills thrown deliberately at my feet.One day.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
On that day, my jeans will be tighter and my ego will be looser. I'll be smoking menthols on my parent's new patio, and my mother will make a remark about how girly a boy in his twenties looks holding cigarettes like pencils, as if dying can be as carefully calculated as nuclear fusion or splitting an atom. They'll say I'm addicted, but the only addiction I have is finding a good excuse to leave, and each breath is pulling me closer to a great escape.
I'll finally meet someone come Summer, and they'll leave
Lesbian love...I look into your glittering eyes,Lesbian love...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I see the reflection of everything I am.
I think about you often,
and I wonder what you think about.
I wonder what you like & don't.
Each time I see you again, I can't breathe.
You make me speechless and I want to stay in your eyes forever.
When I cannot speak words,
you simply give me a perfect, brilliant smile,
and yet again,
I am breathless.
From the first moment I saw you,
I knew that there was something different about you.
Your beauty shocks me,
I fall down in surprise.
I can't believe you're in my life.
Something so delicate,
yet so far away.
Something so beautiful,
but hidden away.
The reason I feel this way,
there's no rational explaination.
I don't understand it.
All I really know is I feel so much for you,
and I hope you will too.
amnionit's amazing the ways we let men break us. you sit next to me after a night of dancing your memory into submission, and suddenly you are a mess of tears, blubbering nonsense into my lap.amnion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hold you, rock you, shake you, trying to fix the pieces he left you in, but hearing only the rattle of so many strikes, so many vices. i think up pretty words to make your pain material.
those final words broke you and you walked away, your eyes leaking yourself onto the sidewalk.
there is nothing i can do.
you who are larger than yourself with ideals and ideas, are curled up, trying to fill this amnion of air with the safety you once knew. and i, powerless, lower myself next to you and curl up into the empty spaces of your body, talking to fill up what my warmth cannot.
let me be your strength. let me be your humour, the gurgling laugh that breaks through the tears.
who knew that the pain you have been nursing these long months, would soon be delivered unto me?
8 Simple RulesPeople often ask how I became such a successful author. I laugh, and tell them it was inevitable. But then they ask: “Well, how did you do it?” I simply stare at them. Wild eyed. Really make them squirm. It’s best when I don’t blink. If that fails to scare them off, I’ll be forced to sigh and actually offer them advice. Something along the lines of:8 Simple Rules1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Step 1: Get plenty of rest before you start writing. About 18 hours straight should suffice. If you have trouble getting to sleep, a few glasses of bourbon are likely to be beneficial.
Step 2: Use your dreams as inspiration. However, be careful how you word the story. Don’t outright state that you rode down the street on the back of a giant hotdog, for example. Especially leave out that your mother (in a bikini) was throwing handfuls of coins at you. Instead, be creative. Suggest that the person riding the hotdog was your nemesis. Strongly imply that this happened in real life. Deny that it
My name is Simon, I am gay.My name is Simon,My name is Simon, I am gay.4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am gay.
I lost a lot
of friends today.
Is it wrong?
Is it bad?
Why is everyone
I've been kicked,
I've been hit.
I don't think
I really fit.
People are mean,
they yell at me.
What is wrong?
I can't see.
I hate my life,
it's pretty bad.
I am so sad.
I've held a gun,
I've cut my arm.
myself too much harm
It gets to a point,
were I can't take it no more.
I usually cry,
till my eyes are sore.
My parents too,
they don't understand.
I miss the time
they'd hold my hand.
I stand alone
at the front lines of war.
I feel rotten,
trough the core.
The war is tough,
I'm all alone.
I really wish
I had someone.
I'm at the edge,
of giving up.
My life at stake,
I wish for luck.
I face the crowd,
and speak my words.
to mocking calls
from vocal chords.
They sting me once,
they sting me twice.
My heart is cold,
it feels like ice.
I go home,
my head bent down.
I pass a bridge,
I could jump and drown.
No, I wont,
because that would hurt.
It should be quick,
Because I Love YouYou can't ignore me.Because I Love You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well, let's see here - check, check, check. That's about it, I think." I smiled and turned to her. She was studying the paper, her eyes intent on the print. I took the opportunity to let myself stare for a moment. Then she looked up. I looked away.
"Yeah, you're right. I think we're done for today. Want to meet up again tomorrow? There are a few things I'd like to go over tonight, if I can." Her eyes were bright. I could feel my face growing hot, so I smiled at her and quickly agreed.
"Sounds good. Same time and place?" I asked. She nodded. I left.
I let out a heavy sigh out in the hallway. Tomorrow, huh?
You can't do it, so stop trying.
"Anything come to mind?" I asked her, taking my seat. She smiled at me warmly.
"Oh, hey," she greeted me. "You scared me there." My face flushed, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Yeah, I did come up with a few things here and there. Mind if I run it by you?" Her eyes were still intent on me. I nodded.
ApathyI'll paint you a portrait of self deprecation.Apathy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cut the skin, use the blood,
Watch me break.
And I find it impossible to love anyone.
I don't let people in.
But they help break the skin.
So I can paint you the portrait of self deprecation in blood.
And maybe you'll see my pain between the lines.
And maybe it will be too late this time.
Have a go.
Break through my icy layer of apathy.
Find the vortex of pain and disaster.
Or Walk away now.
You're better off without me.
Don't even bother to try and chat to me.
Just go, I'll be better off on my own.
A Whole New Game- Chapter 5 -A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 5 -A Hunger Games Story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5: Sparks
I lay on the firm ground and stare up at the twinkling stars. Just think Eleanor, by this time tomorrow we will have killed 12, and without her we won't be needing Lover Boy anymore, so we can kill him too. Tomorrow is going to be a fun day. But until then you should get your beauty rest. Not that you need it.
I shift uncomfortably on the hard ground. I glance over to see Marvel, Glimmer, Clove, and Lover Boy, all sleeping comfortably. I groan as yet another rock manages to prod me in the back.
"Can't sleep?" asks Cato, who had taken first watch.
"No," I reply, "I guess I'm just not used to it yet."
"Yeah," he replies blankly.
We sit in silence for a few minutes. I sit and stare at the fire, my eyes following the waves of radiation and heat. Cato sticks the end of his sword in the fire, making it red hot, before extinguishing it in the dirt with a wsss sound. After a few minutes of this, he speaks up.
"What's it like back in Four?" he
Break-My-HeartYou told me once,Break-My-Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That all the stars
Were holes straight through
The fabric of space
And, God help me, I believed you.
I decided, that only if
The world stopped spinning
I would cease my love of you
And, my God, I believed myself.
I thought we'd be running
Through green leaves and sand dunes
Through storm and calm and rain
And, oh Lord, we did. Almost
I blessed the raindrops
I blessed the flames
I blessed the children we would have
I saw your face in dreams
As you saw mine, and took the meaning
As everlasting peace.
And then I woke up
Looked at you, clear.
Saw for the first true time,
That I could not love you.
And I turned my back on you
Gave you a new love, a new hate of me
So I could scream curses at your face
And feel justified
So I could walk away, crying blood
And find someone else
To heal my wounds
I don't fall in love easy
But when I do
And after you, I only ever
Climbed back up
I'm Sorry...I wouldn't know what what to say,I'm Sorry...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I called you right now.
I wouldn't know what to do,
If I saw you.
I wish I could take back,
All the words that I said.
I wish I could erase,
All the hate.
I want to say,
That I don't care at all.
I want to think,
I'd laugh when you fall.
I'd like to say,
That "we" were a waste.
I'd like to think,
That I dropped you with haste.
But I can't, okay?
Can't you see that?
And I'm here to say,
That I mean that.
I'm sorry, alright?
There, I said it.
Can we please not fight?
Just... please don't forget "it".
I was jealous, I admit it;
I'll scream it to the world.
As long as you don't forget it,
Because you're my whole world.
I'm sorry, okay?
For all the things I said.
Please, now, don't push me away,
Or my heart will forever feel like lead.
Don't let your mind stray,
Just yet; I'm not through.
I'm sorry, okay?
I... love you.
OneOne...One3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One tree can start a forest.
One smile can begin a friendship.
One hand can lift a soul.
One word can frame the goal.
One candle can wipe the darkness.
One laugh can conquer gloom.
One hope can raise your spirits.
One touch can show you care.
One life can make a difference.
Be that one today.
Rotting Yellow FeathersI am a canary, trapped within a large bell jar. No matter how much I try to fly on my weak wings constructed from hopes and dreams, I always hit the cold glass of reality. It is then that I fall back down again to lick my sorry wounds. Failure tastes like neatly preened feathers.Rotting Yellow Feathers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And, despite the pain and the hurt, I always forget that the glass is there. Each day I start on a fresh wing, fresh flight, fresh ambition. But, every time, reality lurks with dark and bitter breath. Like countless days before, I fall. Like countless times before, I never learn. I never will.
I've seen other people, people who like me are birds trapped in bell jars. They fly and they fly and they fly until, one day, their delicate skulls become bruised by reality just a fraction too hard. The outcome is always the same. We birds have hollow bones and weak hearts.
They fall to the ground. Dead.
Killed by the dreams that sustained their flight. Hurt by the glass
A Whole New Game- Chapter 11-A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 11-A Hunger Games Story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 11: Escape
My eyes flicker open, blinking against the harsh midday light. I almost scream as I see the face, only inches from mine, but then settle when I realize it is merely Marvel. I blink, trying to remember what happened.
Peeta left. We set up a little camp. We didn't light a fire, couldn't risk attracting Cato. And it was cold. So cold. I remember lying on my side, my hands trembling with goose bumps as I watched the faces of the district 3 and 10 boys flash across the night sky with the Capitol anthem. The moment it had ended I had given a sigh, knowing that both Cato and Peeta were still okay. I had then rolled over, tried to get some sleep, but had been kept awake by the sound of my own chattering teeth.
Then he came. He had lied next to me, and wrapped his long arms around me, trying to calm my raging chills. I remember feeling like I was melting into him, tucking my head into his chest and feeling his warm breath on the back of my neck. My hands had c
A Whole New Game- Chapter 9- A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 9- A Hunger Games Story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 9: Splitting and Stealing
As I turn the corner and enter a small clearing, and clench my fists in envy at the scene I come upon. I watch as Clove clings onto Cato. He spins her, and the sound her cacophonous laughter fills the air. Oh what a happy little reuninon. Don't get too excited Clove, Cato's mine now. Finally, he sets her down, her sickening giggles stabbing my ears.
"Were your other two boyfriends just not enough for you?" I snap rudely, "You sure got over them fast. What a pity, Marvel looked rather cozy snuggled up with you yesterday morning." I can see Marvel out of the corner of my eye, his cheeks bursting with red hot clouds of embarrassment.
I smirk as she whips her head around to the sound of my voice, her gray-blue eyes bubbling like pools of hatred. Then she sees me, my nose bruised and broken, and a hideous grin slides on to her face.
"Oh Eleanor, I love what you've had done. Its so decorous! The blood really giv
I remember the snowI remember the snow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the snow.
Every year I would have gone to that same corner
To try and build a hiding place.
I remember the snow.
The cold would make me smile.
The cold was refreshing.
I remember the snow.
I've never had a snowball fight.
Why throw it away?
That cold magic that gives a warm feeling inside-
I remember the snow.
It made its surroundings so quiet
That problems couldn't have been heard.
I remember the snow.
And I waited for it every year.
I remember the snow
Starting to melt.
I couldn't hide in it anymore.
I remember the snow
The noise returned, the smile disappeared.
I remember the snow.
I waited for it every year
But it never returned.
DaydreamI sit in the backseat of my friend, Foxface's car, (and no, that isn't her real name, but her real name is too hard to pronounce and it's her own fault for looking like a fox anyway) with Annie and Marvel as we drive through Panem. School has ended, and summer was right on our heels. We're looking for something to do on a Saturday night because we, er- should I say, they- are bored.Daydream3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Quite frankly, I was perfectly fine where I was and with what I was doing. I frown. Why did they have come get me? I never said that I wanted to hang out them. I roll my eyes as I think back to what I was doing before I was so rudely interrupted.
A shy smile, one that I don't encounter very often, crosses my face.
He and I have been together for quite a bit now. Sometime during the school year, it happened. He had been watching me from across the hall one day, and when I met his eyes like I had so many times before, I couldn't turn away, like I usually did. We had only stared at one another.