Radioactive Snowflakes Oh boy, boy, boyRadioactive Snowflakes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the last shall be,
and that arctic disposition will melt away in time
written on a hearth rug, read it and then
turn the dial back and tune into Goodbye FM
"Oh boy, boy, boy
Goldilocks should have been clad in HazMat,
bear in mind the Gouda enacts the rat trap"
For the last shall be,
when fractals free fall from the sky
thickening icycle eyes, cementing prisms with time
measured it all in half-life
Oh boy, boy boy
John, A EulogyThis one's for John,John, A Eulogy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who was suddenly called away
by the delicious roots of a spreading yew.
He crumbled softly in his room,
until an empty service finally drew
the life from his body,
like poison from a wound.
Continental DriftI suppose you call this time fall.Continental Drift3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It’s always autumn to me. Your alien mind
likes to speak in a distorted tongue.
And when we see the spinning leaves
drifting down an eggshell sky
I catch oak, and your hands are empty.
There half the houses stand empty,
you say as you watch rain fall.
There the world is bigger than the sky,
with room for my restless mind.
I know you pine for maple leaves,
for bittersweet syrup on your tongue.
The words are waiting to leave your tongue.
This land is small and your heart is empty.
That’s why everyone ups and leaves.
This place is paradise after the fall,
There you can be naked. No one would mind,
no one would see you bare yourself to the sky.
Through the window is my perfect sky,
the places that come easy to my tongue,
If we left maybe no one would mind
but me, I say. But if your land is empty
who would catch me in your wondrous fall?
If your land is perfect, wha
Skinny Wordslook:Skinny Words3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).
it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.
he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat of the summer night, nights when she would stay up and listen to cars that passed by, pretending they were a waterfall instead of the cold harsh truth of metal against concrete, just so she could sleep as soundly as him.
she took his breathing for granted.
he spent hours lost in the dry unending silence of his typewriter, of h
ProphetHe came to the city as a child,Prophet5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
breastfed on the traffic lights.
Bawled endlessly, while his mother
Went to school every other day,
the usual story - escaped in a dream.
Then youth passed away, and a father came,
in the shape of a small-time Manhattan pimp,
and blossom fell streaming from every tree.
In that great city - by January,
the boy was newly teasing death.
In one way or other, walking the streets,
asking after meth.
With a half formed but horrible,
brown bag smile.
He clutched the last secret to his chest,
bowed his head, and deeply inhaled.
The prophet stumbled through,
steeped avenues, to an ancient square
where his faithful flock collected.
From polite rows,
they welcomed this approach.
As he strode to his pulpit,
dependable Mr Jones,
defecated on his stooped shoulder.
And all the pious host,
snickered at this well worn skit.
One day amongst a crowd he cried:
"I will feed the multitudes".
And right there- he turned water to wine
Fell down to his kn
I'm talking myself in circles,I screamed,I'm talking myself in circles,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"There is nothing
wrong with me, not a damn
I wanted to believe
the big dipper on my arm
meant something more
than sun marks & kisses.
But, how can I trust words
that slip through my teeth
as easy as breathing
when this star
has only ever learned
how to f
Wendigo!CanadaxReaderWendigo!CanadaxReader3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Warning: Includes suggested cannibalism.
The place was large and dark, no ceiling, no floors, just a large open space. Slowly things came into focus. Underneath you a patch of green grass grew before her gentle eyes, spreading off to all directions, spreading out, wildflowers popping out over the appearing hills and small valleys.
A small lake etched itself in the distance, a few trees looming over the vast plains, a warm breeze caressing her naked skin. She was unclothed, but even though she should have been modest and obviously displeased with the state of undress, it was not a problem to her. It was something simply natural, explained by nothing, asked of by nothing, just something that was.
Her feet touched the ground, the grass weaving and waving over the tops, gently tickling and teasing. The wind carried her name across the hills, softly calling her. She followed the sound like a curious child, almost floating over the sea of green grass.
A man stood at the edge of the crysta
Seventeen (In Phases)1.Seventeen (In Phases)3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It was because her parents had named her for the grandmother who had broken her mother’s heart. The grandmother whose heart was supposed to have melted from her birth and hadn’t.
That was why her mother barely looked at her. That was why she called her ‘girl’.
That was why she liked to pretend she was the quiet woman in the background of an old black and white movie. Because everything here was like an old black and white movie.
[And if she really looked back, her mother had never appreciated the elegance of the 1950s enough.]
It was because she hated surprises. The surprise she got on her sixth birthday when her father left taught her just how a single person had the ability of taking your soul, splitting it in two and wearing it on their breast pocket like a white carnation waiting to die.
That was why when she lifted a book, she looked at the last page first.
That was why her namelessness had become a comfort to her.
That was why sh
A bad day(There is vore in this story so if you don't like vore I wouldn't read this if you do than continue thanks.)A bad day3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sand and dry heat whipped it's way across the earth. Waking up a little brown field mouse. He slowly opened his eyes while shielding them from the harsh environment with his front paws. Panic slowly started to fill his heart as he realized he had no idea where he was or how he got there. Minutes past but to the mouse it felt like hours. "Okay Chester calm down" the mouse said trying to ease his panic. Chester looked around for some kind of shelter as the sun beamed down on his tiny body. His fur was meant for forest biomes so it wasn't helping with the new sandy biome he was now trapped in. The heat was taking a toll on Chester's little body quickly as he crawled at the speed of a turtle across the burning sand. Little less than a hour later Chester collapsed on the sand as it slowly sucked away his very soul.
Minutes away from Chester was a sandy brown jackal. His name wa
Someone Who Believed in IllusionsThey sweltered in a haze, fragmentsSomeone Who Believed in Illusions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of themselves blurring on the red
floors of her thoughts' rooms. Slowly,
they moved, mimicked those she knew,
each a specter once built from flesh, once
unwarped: an acquaintance, a friend.
They strung her memories out of stars,
glossed scapes of events that rang
behind her mask, each just a whim
charring over the slow beat of reality:
the repeating clicks of nails hitting
a desk, the spiraling gurgle of a fan.
They went where she went, crouched
in the house of her skull. Amid bone walls
they grew as visions she could not visit
yet clung to every day, her eyes turned
inward, and beyond the incessant wail
of the world and its guests.
They slept on skinny, white tables, left
themselves available for what sky
struck person might leave them as
dissolved pigmentations, especially when
free form is free thought, and all
is to mend who surrounds them?
For her, they were the truth.
Desert PoemA skull sizzles in the sand as I sitDesert Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down beside it and let the wind
scrape me with riddles of red,
that burn on my skin. I stare
ahead into the desert abyss,
see bullets. Soon they shine
in a charge of light
before dissolving, slowly,
like my breath. I grab the skull
and set it on my lap; what else
is left? Eventually smoke
will move in and fit me
into the garment of a ghost,
where I'll glow all yellow
and lit from within, as if
suns were my organs.
A different kind of love story CH 2A different kind of love story CH 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter two: new friends or new enemies?
Slamming open the door to the art room got Iaesha's and some guy's attention I walk quickly over to her. Sadly Andy or what I like to call him emo boy following me I sit down next to Iaesha. As the guy sat down next to Andy in front of us I looked over at Iaesha she was staring at the guys. "Ahem." I said she quickly snapped out of whatever trance she was in to look at me.
"Sorry that's the new guy CC." she said I looked over at him looked like Andy except for longer hair, then it hit me Iaesha was interested in him ugh why? One glance and she knew what I was thinking; she raised her hands up defensively. "Hey he is kinda cute ok?" she said looking nervous I shook my head and got out some drawing I was working on for Iaesha, was drawing Tom Klautiz from Tokio Hotel her favorite band.
Lexy also loves this band but of course loves the lead singer and claims to be his next future wife. But I thi
Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 20Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 204 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 20 Scorpius
"Oh my God, his arm. Oh Merlin, his arm!"
"His arm? Look at all of 'im! He's like a stick figure drawn by a toddler!"
"Move! Move! Move! Do you really think he's comfortable with all of you just inches from him?!" Madam Pumphrey.
"Er, that means we win, right?" Scamander. Didn't matter which one.
"Lorcan! What the hell?!" Albus. And the prior was Lorcan, now.
"What?! It's something I'm curious about!" Damn you, Lorcan.
"Okay! All of you! Out, out, out!" I could hear forced shuffling of feet. Madam Pumphrey was such a hard ass, and yet she was the medic here. I would've shrugged if I could. She's the only one capable of doing what she does.
"WhaWait, Madam Pumphrey! Can't I--?!"
"No! All of you, out!" Before I heard the door slam, she muttered something, and a pair of feet walked back onto the tile of the room. A chair screeched a bit as the person scooted it closer to me.
"Hey Hey, Scorpius. You awake?" Albus asked. I wa
OTP Analysis: Fred Weasley x NoxOTP Analysis: Fred Weasley x Nox3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Shipping Analysis: Fred Weasley x Detective Nox
I should probably warn you that this is chock full of Twin Vice spoilers. Nothing too big, but just in case you've been warned. ^^
- when or if I started shipping it.
Right so honestly, yes, I began writing Nox as a comic foil and romantic interest for Fred Weasley, but I always like my characters to be more than just a romantic interest, so her developing story and role within TVPD is just as important, if not more so. But I will say this - if I didn’t enjoy writing the Fred/Nox dynamic, I would have dumped it ages ago. If I don’t find a pairing works, even if its my own creation, I’m not going to continue writing it. You can’t force characters into doing something that doesn’t come naturally, otherwise their actions come off as exactly that - forced. I think I properly started shipping Fred and Nox hard about halfway through the Rosewood case, around chapter 5 or 6 - so what, around 40,000 words in?
ACB: Penny for your thoughtsACB: Penny for your thoughts3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ezio slowly gazed around him from his perch at the top of the Isla Tiberina hideout, his knuckles barely brushing against the wood in his crouch above the water's edge. He watched the civilians bustle around, laughing and cheering as they callously drunk to their heart's content, either ignorant to the pain around them, or attempting to drink the pain away. Even from his vantage point, Ezio could not tell.
He looked up, and despite the shaded respite the sharp peak of his hood gave him, the sun still shone in his face, causing him to wince and squint his eyes, peering out from behind his eyelashes. Even as he tried to adjust his eyes, he realised it was futile and averted his gaze.
The clouds were scarce, remaining few and far between on this sunny, glorious Romagna day. He felt a calm go over him as he looked up at the empty, clear sky. If only everyone could look up and see there is so much more...there would not be nearly so much suffering down below. He thought wryly, letting out a
BridgeAnd so today I pass awayBridge2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from firesides where I've sat and smiled;
and so I go from road to road
from places where I was a child.
The leaves of gold have grown old
and summer light will fade away;
but here I lie beneath the sky
and live to face another day.
Beyond the road that I call home
another story waits for me;
with cherry trees, and silver leaves,
and books of living poetry.
Beside the sea a place will be
that waits for me to cherish it,
and as the sand runs through my hands
the night will never blemish it.
And so today I pass away
although my life is rooted here;
because this time my life is mine
and I must go and find it there.
Of Descent - Chapter 1Of Descent - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I used to dream those blue skies were just a thin blanket draped over this world. That the sun and moon were windows to the other side. The light was calling to me- A world where I belonged. Somewhere the wind wasn't cold and bitter, where rain fell soft upon the flourishing earth. Where the stars would dance around me and chase the dark away. A home. A place that I closed my eyes and imagined every night, wishing I would find my way to through my dreams. And every morning when I woke, those dreams faded, leaving a void in my heart. Until I stopped dreaming altogether.
The morning was bright and clear- a change in the recent cold and gray skies. I felt as the corners of my lips expanded into a smile. I loved days like these; they reminded me of the summers where I used to run barefoot through the grass, with my dresses tied up over my knees so I wouldn't trip. When the aroma of freshly-cooked, strip
Of Wolves and Cast IronOf Wolves and Cast Iron5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Assignments like this are fun in an adventurous sort of way. Barry (my editor and owner of the company) leaned over the partition separating my work space from the kitchenette in our tiny Queenscliff office space, and handed me a printed out e-mail. 'You remember that Filtiarn project thingo from a few years back? Some bird recons she knows something. Go check it out.'
Just like that. 'Go check it out'. So I went home, packed my camera bag and some clothes, and got the bus to Sydney airport. The flight from Sydney to Adelaide and the taxi ride from the airport to the hotel were uneventful. I stayed the night in Adelaide so I could have a full day's driving in the morning. The only flight Barry would stump up for was an evening one, and even though it was a short trip, the tidy room and over starched hotel bed was welcome.
I really had no idea what to expect on this trip. The company I wor
1.there are stars up there. and other things too.1.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you'd list them all except you really don't want to bore everyone with those crash courses you took in astronomy at the age of ten. and also because the only reason you did was to show that snooty-nosed brat of a girl who sat next to you in class that you were the clever one and she had a face like a bulldog.
but everyone knows the stars. or at least pretend they do. but that's not important, okay? because there are stars. stars and planets and asteroids and comets and space debris, floating around in that empty stretch of black space and nothingness that lies between us and them.
"i... i'm not sure."
there are some moments that people like to share around. pass along the line like chinese whispers at a party. and then there