darwin's revengein the embryo of the citydarwin's revenge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in their cage
they paint their nails not
that the sun is watching
from his trap door
in the cloud ceiling where
whales can't swim but go
and drop down their weight in rain
not measured in pints
but lives overflowed
in lost archipelagos full
of automatic islands
that catch the eyes like needles
when viewed from further away
than the end of the world
Heads Will Roll...Heads Will Roll...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Cyril; I am,
Or was, assistant to Samson the executioner,
Master of the Guillotine
In the Place de la Concorde in Paris;
Samson has cut off the heads
Of king and queen, commoner and aristocrat--
He says they all chop the same, no blue blood,
It's all red...I can vouch for that;
I'm the lad who mops it all up
How I longed to pull the lever,
Bring the great blade down, hear the slicing snap
Of severed flesh and bone--I've often begged
My boss, but he always says NO...
I'd love to let the guillotine come down
On his fat neck, the pig!
One night I went down to Montmarte
And sat in a smelly tavern for a drink...
A woman came and sat with me, her face
Covered with rouge and powder; she wasn't
Young or pretty, but I bought her a bottle of gin
And joked and flirted with her as she drank...
"You want to see something exciting?" I asked,
And she leered and said she would...
I bought her another bottle and we went off
Through dark alleys, to the Place de l
Alice, What ARE You Doing?Alice, What ARE You Doing?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Back to the dear old rabbit-hole
Went Alice the next day:
"This time," she said, as she fell down,
"I'll have a longer stay!"
She marched to the glass table,
Making sure to take the key
Before sipping from the bottle
That was clearly marked DRINK ME;
She shrank, unlocked the door, went out
Into that wondrous land,
With her father's best straight-razor
In her dainty little hand!
The White Rabbit came running by--
"I'm late! I'm--glurk!" he said;
"You surely are!" laughed Alice,
Hacking off his funny head.
Into the dim-lit tulgey wood
Went Alice with a grin
That made the Cheshire Cat disappear;
We'll not see him again!
She met the Tweedles, Dee and Dum,
And slit them up a treat;
Her vorpal blade went snicker-snack
And the March Hare was dead meat!
"No room!" Mad Hatter chortled
As she strolled up to the table;
Alice cut his burbling throat
As fast as she was able!
She filled a tea-pot with his blood
And carried it away--
Goodness! what a busy girl
Dear Alice was, that da
Utter Lunacy...Utter Lunacy...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the true story of Luther Weems,
A shy and troubled man, afflicted
With paranoid schizophrenia,
He was also an artist quite gifted;
The doctors at the asylum agreed
To let him outside the grounds
And paint glorious landscapes
of the countryside around...
He wished to paint a night-scene
Called "Full Moon O'er The Valley"--
But grim Fate came for Luther Weems
As he wielded his brush that night;
A shaggy gray shape charged at him
Whilst his shrink ran off in fright!
Imagine the dread of a normal man
At the sight of a slavering werewolf:
To a man prey to hallucinations of dread
Such an encounter might strike him dead
Before ever a fang or a claw could strike--
But Luther, with a yell, grabbed his easel
And fought, though he screamed in terror at the fiend;
The monster was cheated of murder, though he bit
The flailing madman in the knee!
So Luther returned, much perturbed, to his cell,
Where his leg healed with uncanny speed...
But the following night, as the moon rose once more,
Her Tainted Lips...Her Tainted Lips...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beware the darksome maid, Shavaughn,
Who stalks barefoot across the lawn
From her cold dark-veinéd marble tomb
To gnaw your soul and seal your doom...
She casts her spells of madness wild,
This strange and lovely woman-child
Whose long dark tresses and pale skin
Conceal the horrors that lurk within...
Her tainted lips part in such a smile
That would make Van Helsing run a mile--
O, linger not! Beware her eyes!
In love and dread her victim dies
As her impish laugh rings through the night
In macabre, wicked, pure delight...
Zuko X Bender!Reader:Love Thy Enemy (1/61)Then, the gigantic iceberg broke, the waves taking us for a ride. When the piece of ice slowed down,Zuko X Bender!Reader:Love Thy Enemy (1/61)8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay, you're gone from weird to freakish, Katara."
"I did that?!"
"Yep." Sokka and I said.
"Congrats." He said, sarcastically.
Then a bright blue light shone from the water, then a huge iceberg surfaced. Inside, was a boy with arrow tattoos and a animal that I never saw before. The boys eyes then opened and Katara said,
"He's still alive we have to help him!" She grabbed his club, and hopped over to him.
"Katara we don't know what the heck that is!"
"Sokka we should a least try..." I said. Katara started to strike the large iceberg, eventually a large burst of air blew us back. The iceberg broke and a blue light shout straight into the sky.
I was standing on my ship, until a bright blue burst of light shot into the sky. I knew what it meant, the avatar is back. I could finally bring him back to the fire nation and rest
Lugosi's BirthdayLugosi's Birthday5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I bid you welcome
To the Night
In dark delight
The man who wore
The silken cape
From his clutches
There's no escape
Listen to them
Children of the night
What music they make
For our delight
So bare your throat
And let him drink
The night is young
You'll live, I think...
Bad Haire Daye...Bad Haire Daye...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My Lady Ravenwaves, so prim,
So proper, buxom, svelte and slim;
You'd think her life was set so fair--
But for her dark, demonic hair!
Her jet-black tresses were full and long,
Like stubborn serpents, proud and strong,
Each twisted, tangled Gorgon curl
Vexing to madness the poor girl!
Each morning she would lose a brush--
One day she even found a thrush
Nesting in her dense dark mane;
Screamed Ravenwaves, "I'VE GONE INSANE!"
"I'll shave my head, I SWEAR I will!"
--Her mother made her take a pill;
It calmed her not--from the house she ran,
Tugging her tresses with both hands...
Distracted, Ravenwaves tripped and fell
Deep down the throat of an ancient well,
Its waters choked with algae thick;
A mouthful made her feel quite sick!
Her hair soaked up the thick green slime
As in the well she sat for a time
Until her family fished her out,
Smelling vaguely like a trout!
But, Lo! To Ravenwaves' delight
The well-scum made her hair all right!
Smooth, soft and silky, tangles gone;
The Life of AnimationThe Life of Animation4 years ago in Historical More Like This
"If this business was easy, it would be a sin."
-Hayao Miyazaki, Animerica Magazine. 1993
Animation is the youngest medium of art that mankind has created. Spanning barely over one hundred years, its history is as rich and dramatic as any other. Starting as the simple idea of an illusion of moving art by a couple clever innovators at Edison's film company in the early 1900's, it soon boomed into a mega-corporate commercial venture that employed thousands and captivated millions only decades later. It spread outside of America and took many different forms in many different countries and cultures. Today, the face of animation is very different than it ever was. Computers, corporate chokeholds and the death of the innovators of animation has left a doubtful future for the preservation of animation's defining age.
The 1910's saw the rise of animation as a serious medium and the first studios began to appear in the United States. Winsor McCay, a masterful draftsman and artist, had
Faith of the Heart-Pt 1-Ch 8Faith of the HeartFaith of the Heart-Pt 1-Ch 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Donald, Goofy, and Marina appeared on the outside of the book. However, when they opened their eyes, they found themselves surrounded by the heat of flames. They all gasped when they saw that the whole cottage was on fire!
Mickey cried out, "Watch your heads!"
They all got down and covered as Mickey leaped over their heads and smashed a Nightmare that nearly pounced them.&
She Took Off Her Glasses...She Took Off Her Glasses...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She took off her glasses
In the moon's pale light
Her lips parting moistly
Much to his delight
She was clad in tight black leather
That fit her like a glove--
She took off her glasses
And he fell deep in love...
He grabbed her by the shoulders
And looked deep into her eyes
And she head-butted him
Right in the face
Much to his surprise
"I'm the same behind the glasses
As I am right now, dumb-ass!
But you never cared to notice,
So you do not get a pass!"
She kneed him deftly in the groin
And put her glasses on
And she walked off with a wicked smile
As he writhed upon the lawn.
Harry's Odyssey - Prologue IIIHarry's Odyssey - Prologue III3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Life palpitated everywhere. Excited smiles in rosed faces ran around the room, whispering from ear to ear that someone was going "home" today.
As Sister Mary-Lucile entered the room busting with energy, all the kids stopped combing each other's hair or tying each other's ties and bows and quickly sat down, eagerly watching us.
I frowned, like a severe teacher would as he entered the classroom and ran my eyes by the little round faces that timidly examined me back.
-This is Sir LeGrenon. He wishes to take one of you home for .. Three months.
The last part of the phrase made the children tilt their heads. Whispering things to each other until a small boy sulked out loud.
- Only three months?
-Yes. Three months, - I answered, nodding as locking my hands behind my back. That way, the child that I'll take will see if he or she likes me and my home or not.
I didn't want the infants to feel bad about that fat psychologist's experiment. And besides! That argument seemed to hav
SidesWe are told that;Sides2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is no cold, only absence of heat.
There is no hate, only absence of love.
There is no dark, only absence of light.
There is no truth, only absence of difference.
There cannot be a story with an absence of two sides.
But where belladonna is one of the most poisonous natural substances known to man, its' flowers are also one of the prettiest.
And where we may see the devil as the root of all evil, we forget that he was once an angel.
But where most humans are right to be afraid of drowning, they forget that they also need that water to live.
And we see lions hunt deer
and forest fires claiming trees.
We forget that both sides of the coin,
need the other to live.
Farewell...The King's horse was brought forth, a massive, steadfast war-mare that had seen a score of battles and knew her job well; the grooms put on her blanket and saddle, and the great white caparison of war emblazoned with The Red Dragon of Camelot. All was silent in the stableyard, for this was no tournament-day, no glorious battle as in days of yore...Arthur was old now, and alone. No Merlin, no Lancelot--even the Company of The Round Table was divided, and Mordred's forces boasted many from the old fellowship.Farewell...3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He didn't look old, though, thought the youngest groom, watching the King march down the castle stairs; his hair and beard were silvery-gray, yet his face kept the eager, wondering expression of a boy--a rather sad boy today, puzzled by the darkness closing in around his world...
"Good morning," Arthur smiled at the grooms; "I think it might rain today, don't you? Ho there, Shalamar...how's my old girl?"
The mare, trained to kick, trample and
Liar.I must be a good actor.Liar.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must be a good at liar.
I must be good at pretending.
I must be good at forgetting.
Because when I say 'Yes, I'm okay"
Because so may questions would be asked,
If I said no.
I try to have a good time,
I try to forget.
Pretending is all I can do,
I must be damn good at it.
Or no one looks hard enough.
To be a Werewolf...To be a Werewolf...8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Imagine for just a moment. Imagine what it would be, to be a Werewolf...
Imagine yourself standing in a field. It's dark, wind is blowing lightly, and moonlight is spilling out over the grass. A silvery light that steals most color. Clouds hide the moon for now.
In the distance, a howl. The howl is much larger and louder than a dog's, or even a wolf's. This howl sends a shiver down your spine. You stomach tingles with excitement, and fear.
You'd like to believe that you're not afraid. Deep down you are. You're frightened at this horrible sound.You quickly try and force it out of your mind.
You try to think of something else. Anything else... but you can't.
Again you hear it, closer now. The fear returns. The excitement returns.
This time it's lodged in your mind, replaying the horrible disturbance of the quiet, again and again. Your breathing starts to pick up, without your consent. The grass around you is rather tall, but still below waist level. You'd see something if it would approa
An artistAn artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
Side B...Side B...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting for my portrait,
I tilt my majestic head like so,
Gazing solemnly at the Earthling artist
As she plys her crayons,
Capturing my noble countenance...
"Your people have nothing to fear,"
I think reassuringly at her;
"Our Mission is one of observation only..."
She cannot hear me,
This stange creature with ears and a nose
And hair! No telepathy, how guache!
"Tilt your head a bit to the left," she says aloud,
Jangling my nerves, but I endure it,
All part of the Mission...human Art
Is quite diverse and fascinating--her species'
Only worthwhile contribution
To the Cosmos...
Adventures of A Pin-Up ZombieAdventures of A Pin-Up Zombie2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
CASE FILE: #611357-LX (classified)
On the night of August 30-31, 1955, a meteorite crashed into the center of Shady Lawn Cemetery; radiation from the meteorite caused the re-animation of several freshly buried corpses, thus inaugurating the first of the so-called "zombie apocalypse" epidemics that have decimated various communities ever since...
Although it was hushed up, one of the more prominent victims of the 1955 outbreak was Lolita Xavier, an up-and-coming Hollywood starlet/pin-up model; a vivacious redhead with stunning face and curves, she happened to be driving home from a day at the beach, passing near Shady Lawn when the zombies came shambling forth on their first mindless quest for living flesh--from evidence gathered much later at the scene, Miss Xavier must have accidentally run down one of the ghouls as it staggered out onto the road seconds before her Lincoln Continental came zooming around a curve. Naturally, she stopped and got out of the car to see if her v
The Ritual of Al'Gnoth-Fthagn...The wizard sat with his hands folded in his lap, gazing up at the crystalline skylight of his tower; he had been sitting like that for some hours, unblinking, until his apprentice, seated at a small table over near the window, grew a bit nervous.The Ritual of Al'Gnoth-Fthagn...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're going to get a crick in your neck," she at last dared to remark; there was no response.
"Lord Rhaphimon? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, Zothique," the wry voice of her master echoed softly in the topmost chamber of the sorcerer's tower; Rhaphimon blinked, frowned, and turned the unnerving gaze of his topaz eyes upon his young apprentice, who grinned and waved cheekily at him.
"Are you finished with your studies, impudent girl?"
"No! I'm bored," replied Zothique, a startlingly attractive lass of seventeen with gleaming skin like melted chocolate and silvery-blue hair worked into shoulder-length braids. "And so are you, if you would only admit it! Can't we cast a spell, or something? It's been AGES!"
Rhaphimon tugged at his e
The Justice Of Trajan...The Justice Of Trajan...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Traianus Caesar was a busy man;
He had the whole Imperium in his hands
And a war with the Dacians to organize,
So it was with annoyed surprise
That he frowned at the woman in the street
Who stood in his way and tried to entreat
For justice on her humble behalf;
Nero or Domitian would have cruelly laughed
But Trajan was polite, yet firm
As he stepped aside: "Your pardon, ma'am;
The Senate awaits me, and I need to plan
An invasion this year, it cannot wait...
Pray go to the Urban Praetor, he might help;
I'm far too busy--"
He paused: her smoldering, tear-rimmed eyes
Shrank that tall strong Caesar down to size--
"Too busy? Stop being Emperor, then!
What use are you as a ruler of men
If you don't take care of those you protect?
I've been to the Praetor and your own Prefect,
And they wouldn't even let me in the door!
What exactly are you all here for?"
Trajan's stern mighty face softened into a smile
And he stood and listened for a good long while
As the poor woman poured out her grievance
Faith of the Heart Part 3: Ch 12Faith of the HeartFaith of the Heart Part 3: Ch 124 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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The gang ran as fast as they could down the streets. Genie zipped ahead of them all as a horse drawn fire engine with a hose ready. Even Pinocchio, Geppetto, and some the villagers hurried after them to see if everything was okay.
When they were all getting closer to the docks, they had noticed a large tower of smoke coming from the main deck of the ship.
"The Argentum!" Jimin