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The Siren - 12"Good morning, San Antonio."The Siren - 121 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was like no voice Sandie had ever heard before, bizarrely tonal, as though the speaker could not decide whether he was talking or singing. The sounds came slowly, laboriously, elongated by effort and intense concentration.
She rolled over to find the creature standing in the doorway. The voices of morning newscasters drifted up the stairs and down the hall, but those voices were generic and familiar, drained of dialect and character, just like the voice of every other newscaster in America. The one that had woken her was different.
"Lane closures down San Pedro between the Anderson Loop and Sandau Road will
The Siren - 13A half-step behind Sandie, Mike heard it, too.The Siren - 131 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And it was mind-blowing. It sounded like angels, he thought, but he knew better than that. There was a far more down-to-earth explanation sitting on the couch – or at least, a more tangible one, he corrected himself. There were goosebumps on his arms and a shiver deep inside his spine, a sense of something not quite right. Still, he let himself stop in the doorway to listen, and for a moment, just a moment, he let himself fly.
Then the sound stopped, and that thing was standing at the end of the hall, its bald head cocked to one side, staring at them through impassive black eyes. The elation began to ebb, and Mike shook himself, entertaining a sneaking suspicion that John Doe was sucking up his happiness like a sponge. That was fair enough, he supposed; it was not really his in the first place.
“Shit,” Sandie whispered with a kind of dazed reverence.
Mike looked over to see tears in her eyes. She wiped them away hastil
The Siren - 15Connie hooked one arm around Mike’s shoulders. If it had been anyone else, he would have had to object, but Connie was the sort to brook no objection. Her mohawk was gelled upright for the occasion, stained red and saturated with glitter to complement her sparkling nose ring, brow rings, and two dozen earrings. Her blue leather jacket creaked and crackled against the black leather sofa. Her fingernails were the same red as her hair, and they tapped out a pattern on Mike’s shoulder.The Siren - 1511 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mike put up with it. He had ironed his pants and his shirt and polished his shoes, but that was about it. His pasty face and blonde hair showed up in the low, yellow light, but the rest of him vanished into the couch. He edged an inch or two away from Connie, partly because San Antonio was not big enough to ensure that he would not run into a parishioner and partly because the spikes on her belt were digging into his hip.
“Ow,” he said.
“Oh, man up,” Connie returned.
The Siren - 16The smile had surprised him, but Mike got over it. He was starting to get an inkling of something, something that would explain a lot. He hesitated to think too hard on it, though; it is a capital mistake to theorize without data.The Siren - 1611 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He looked around. Connie had found herself a drink somewhere and was chatting up the nongendered beatnik, who had ditched the fake glasses and picked up a small fedora. Sandie and the Nacho person had moved off to talk business with a woman whose shirt urged readers to “Eat At Mag’s.” A low murmur had sprung up in the Zone, but still, everyone remained mostly seated. It looked as though no one could work out an appropriate reaction to what they had just heard.
John, meanwhile, had been forgotten. He stood still on the dais, bathed in a halo of dull, yellow light, the microphone still dangling from his fingers. No one had told him to move.
This time, Mike could see the confusion on the creature’s face, even though it was little more
The Siren - 17Bird wings, Sandie scribbled on a yellow legal pad.The Siren - 1710 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something like flying
Something like burning
When the sky slips away and leaves
Only blue stars.
Each one has a voice. Nebula magic.
John twanged quietly on his guitar, but Sandie could feel him listening in on her creative process. He could have talked if he wanted to, but he did not. inefficient, he told her. He talked to Mike, and he talked to Connie, and he talked to Nacho, but talking aloud to Sandie was pointless when she could know/sense/understand/hear him just fine.
words make feelings, he observed. same-different like music. how?
Sandie tucked her pen behind her ear. “They just do,” she said. “They make you think about things that make you feel. How do you do it?”
dots little dots moving combining moving. tiny song everything song.
“Chemistry?”
He took a moment to think about the meaning he felt in her mind,
The Siren - 18John played Mag’s Bar and Grill on Wednesdays and Fridays; on Tuesdays, he provided ambience for The Staghorn, a fine-dining establishment that specialized in farm-raised venison; Thursday saw him at Three Rivers Wine Lounge. Saturday night, though, at five-thirty, Mike took over.The Siren - 1810 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I really kind of don’t like this,” he told Sandie uncertainly, poking his head out of the vestry with a flash of Ordinary Time green. “We’re worshiping. That’s not to be used for whatever he’s using it for. I mean, it’s great if he wants to sing in church, but the whole point is to make a joyful noise unto the Lord, and I’m not really sure he gets that concept.”
Sandie shrugged and looked at John for help, but John was more interested in the large church calendar pinned to the wall.
“I think he wants a demonstration,” she said, raising her voice as Mike disappeared back into the glorified closet to look for a st
'Not Anymore!' - pg1, the meeting'Not Anymore!' - pg1, the meeting9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"WHAAAT?!"
"its true, my dear cross..."
"..thats why you hate her? thats...just...SICK!"
"...no cross...listen.."
"I WON'T MIDNA, YOU...IDIOT!"
"........well than thats your problem" the felineon said and walked away.
"STAY HERE!"
"no." Midna teleported away.
"...arrg i gotta tell that to ashy! she shouldn't live in that lie!!" cross said to himself and walked to search ashy.
"ASHY!" cross shouted at the grey vixen.
"huh? oh cross..its you" she said and rolled the eyes.
"..i have to tell you something REALLY IMPORTENT!"
"...aha...and what?"
"your REAL past.."
"uuuuhg? real past? WHAT THE HECK?!?"
"...Ruka told you a Lie.."
"W-
CorvusCorvus:Corvus10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black feathers falling through the empty sky
A whisper upon the winds, better left unspoken
As a glimmer of sunlight catches my eye
I am drawn to the worms that writhe below
Each one pulses with the desire to live
endlessly tunneling through the sands of the earth
With nothing more for them to give
I'm afraid they are quickly eaten...
One, two, three and four
Each one swallowed by an open door
Five, six, seven, eight
They know not love nor petty hate
It makes me wonder if they feel this pain
of being consumed by the one they fear
They sprout and dance in the lovely rain
Not knowing of that which lurks so near
-Chen Yu
Destiel Pet ShopDean sat down in a chair in the bunker, sipping on the last little bit of his coffee. Sam was across from him, scrolling through pages on his laptop. Castiel was flipping through the channels on the TV and came across a pet commercial then stopped flipping and leaned closer on the edge of the bed to watch it.Destiel Pet Shop2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Free puppies and kittens! Come over right now to see our wide selection!” A dark haired, tall man announced on the commercial with a wide grin.
Castiel didn’t see much of the animals because the tall man was standing right in the middle of the screen, which was really starting to piss Cas off. He blinked when the co
I fall to my knees...I fall on my knees. Sword plunged into the Earth. The hilt clasped between my two hands. Sweat dripping down my back and my face. My breathing is deep. Blood slides down my face from my forehead and my head. It goes into my eye and some goes down my face to my mouth. It burns. The blood tastes bittersweet.I fall to my knees...1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sword is splattered with blood. Blood seeps from a wound on the side of my stomach. Bodies lay around. They used to be Soldiers. Friends. Allies. They are my enemy now. They used me. I lost everything because of them. They asked me to trust them. I did. They said they would make things alright. I fell for it...
Stabbed in the back. Be
Dust in the Wind.The bell hanging over the door tinkled as I walked into the dimly lit bar.Dust in the Wind.7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I close my eyes,
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
The Kansas song played softly from the hidden speakers. A hushed sort of atmosphere had settled over the place. Whispers of desires and lust escaped the men's lips as they leaned in to talk to the women. Glasses clinked, cheers were extended.
Taking my place on a bar stool in front of the polished wooden counter, my head rested ever so casually on the back of my palm.
"Light beer," I answered the questioning look of the bartender.
All my dreams,
Pass before my eyes in curiosity
As expected, my attenti
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MurderMurder8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Murder
I've been abusing myself
I say I don't deserve anymore than this
and that's what I've learned to believe
there's nothing more to me.
All that I am, is all that I hate
and everything I used to love has disappeared
it's difficult to laugh and to smile
when I think happiness is fake.
[I murder myself with words
I believe in the lies.
Why do I trust only what hurts?
why can't I realize
that love isn't pain?]
I give in to the voices in my head
I've let them take over what I feel for myself
And soon they're all that I hear,
and I depend on them to be there.
I realize it's all my fault
I realize I've fallen this far down
Ditzy Do(es)Say whatever is on your mind.Ditzy Do(es)2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I mean it, just come out with your heart.
do you have nothing to say?
are you sure?
just a big old smile you are,
such an old one.
a mare of few words,
but many actions.
I'm not sure if you're looking at me clearly,
but I'd like you to know,
you have one fucking contagious smile.
almost as contagious as that
flesh hanging off of you.
I don't mind it that much.
you're pleasant enough.
but that surely is enough for you,
right?
anything that gets your day going,
and you sure get going,
high in the sky,
here to stay,
happy to be alive.
even if you aren't
necessarily so.
but what makes you
Part Four: A Calamitous AffairPart Four: A Calamitous AffairPart Four: A Calamitous Affair2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The following morning Airborne awoke to see Spitfire cooking breakfast with Soarin already chowing down on a plate of pancakes drenched in maple syrup. Airborne smile and laughs as he watches Soarin greedily eat the pancakes with maple syrup running down his cheeks. Soarin’s ears perk up and swivel in Airborne’s direction, he says, “I would like to see you go two centuries without having a decent breakfast.” Spitfire hands Airborne a hot plate of pancakes and say, “A soldier cannot get far on an empty stomach” Airborne thanks her and takes the plate quickly devouring the pan
I wish I knew the FutureI wish I knew the FutureI wish I knew the Future2 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I wish I knew the Future.
I wish I knew my purpose.
I wish I knew the outcome,
of my life, not worthless.
But then again I don't wish.
I want to figure it out.
But then once more I do wish,
To know without a doubt.
I guess its fair to say this:
That life is not a game.
But I wish I knew the players,
So I could picture the frame.
Once more I'm plucked with wonder,
As I watch events unfold.
I wonder if I meant to live,
Or die, as if i'm told.
I'm still in search of purpose,
To know my reason for life.
But then I smile and realize:
I'll never stop the fight.
NaPo 2013 #11: On Your OwnYou said you wanted me to goNaPo 2013 #11: On Your Own2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Away from this paradise I made for you
Because you didn’t like the look of me.
So I left with little respect for you
To let you deal with the degradation
Of a paradise that could never be.
Part Three: Unthawing the PastPart Three: Unthawing the Past.Part Three: Unthawing the Past2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
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NaPo 2013 #9: Right on TimeThe trains in the high-rises,NaPo 2013 #9: Right on Time2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are completely automated,
They hover on tracks polished to perfection,
While immaculate computers drive,
Ferrying around humans now limp and feeble,
Flopping onto platforms designed doublewide.
The trains are never late,
Whooshing over impurities in the track,
Blowing away obstructions as they appear,
Doors opening then closing before boarding can occur,
Leaving feeble humans to slip past the doors,
Landing on the tracks.
NaPo 2013 #7: Broken CarnivalCome one, come allNaPo 2013 #7: Broken Carnival2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the carnival of dreams!
Where you can see anything you want
Touch anything you want!
But don’t forget to visit the main attraction
Here for a limited time only!
Forged in thought of every little soul here
We would be delighted if you would stay for a while.
What is death?What is death?What is death?2 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Is death really tears?
Is it honestly spposed to be sad?
Is death supposed to break me?
Is it really all that bad?
Why do we celebrate some deaths,
While others, we mourn for lifetimes.
Why do we cry when they do leave,
And then we forget sometimes?
I do understand the sadness.
I do understand the goodbye.
I just wish everyone knew God's promise,
To see them again after life.
I do understand the feeling,
That there is nothing you can do.
But there is a deeper sorrow somewhere....
I just can't find it, can you?
CrossingI stand alone, challenged.Crossing2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I face forward, hesitant to step.
Mountains, cliffs, calling to me,
Taunting me.
They dare me with their windy voice,
The screams push me back and forth.
Only one step keeps me from crossing.
Only one mountain keeps me back.
But there are peaks, drops to death
Falls so long and fearful.
Sharp edges, ready to slice me apart.
My feet are bare, to open for my liking.
It's really not far, I shoudn't be afraid.
But pain stops me.
Finally, I take a breath.
Close my eyes.
And step forward.......
To cross the rocky driveway that gently pokes my feet.
NaPo 2013 #5: Take a ChanceSo what if I told youNaPo 2013 #5: Take a Chance2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something that made a difference,
Something that broke the norm,
Something that made people angry?
Would you oppress,
Would you repress,
Would you swing with norm,
Or take a chance and stand for a change?
Sta.sh
