T005:: RotSaliva dribbled from her lips, mingling with the fresh blood dripping from her chin. She ate rather quietly, nibbling on the fingertips. The young girl treated the hand gently. Delicately, even. She licked it up and down before softly pressing her teeth down on the bright, fair flesh. Softly, at first, then harder and harder until the skin burst and scarlet lukewarm fluids rushed into her mouth and flowed serenely down her parched throat.T005:: Rot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her face caked with blood and matted black hair shielding her eyes of an unknown colour. Hunched over, scrawny and weak-looking. Enveloped thinly, everywhere really, in glossy red film of a kind. Anyone, seeing the sight and hearing the sounds that she made coming from a dead-end alley, would have hurried on their way, frightened of becoming the witness to a rape or worse: a murder.
But one man stopped. He cocked his head and listened, his sharp ears picking up more than the usual passers-by. Licking, biting, chomping, chewing... devouring. He did not
MeThe World is cruel and selfishMe3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so I try not to be.
The World dost crush my hopes and dreams
and won't let Me be Me.
I am a puppet doll you see
contrary to belief
I am not a 'human' or a 'devil'
causing all World's grief.
I long for recognition from
just one who really cares.
It's not that no one does
and I suppose that's only fair.
I have a talent, all my own,
for making people smile.
I can change the way they think
and do it all in style.
I could make them scream or cry
but what fun would that be?
I would end up all alone,
and lonely in my glee.
But somehow when I cry aloud
the stares come back distorted.
Their confused and wary eyes
do clench my heart contorted.
I am God, the Chosen One:
is sacrifice too vain?
I used up all my laughs and smiles
just to save you pain.
What punishment doth awa
darknessdarkness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nimm meine Hand, Ich führe dich aus der Finsterniss heraus und zeige dir das Licht der Hoffnung. Ich werde deine Tränen wegwischen und dir deine Angst verscheuchen. Vergiss all deine Sorgen und Probleme. Vertraue dir selbst und deinen Freunden. Jede Person hat einen Schutzengel. Auch du. Glaube fest daran und dein Engel beschützt dich.
Take my hand. I will bring you out of the darkness and into the light of hope. I will dry your tears and wash away your sorows. Forget all of your sorrows and problems. Trust in yourself and in your friends. Everyone has a guardian angel. You too. Belive in that as much as you can and your guardian will protect you.
Farewells"Wimp."Farewells2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hah! Pathetic little brat!"
"You call that fighting?! Don't make me laugh, shrimp!"
Shut up. All of you.
"It's fine... don't worry."
"They'll realize their mistake soon. Don't cry, dear."
"Shhh... it's fine. Everything's fine."
I'm not crying, mother. Not anymore. I'm not going to wait, either. I'll make them realize their mistakes. I promise.
"Stand up for yourself. Don't hide behind others."
Is that all you have to say, father? Fine. I wasn't expecting much, anyway.
Nikolai sighed and adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder. Finally. The day he'd been waiting for his whole life was finally here. He was leaving his home to join the army. He smiled when a small sound came from his feet.
"You ready for this, Solace?" he asked, crouching down to pet the Vulpix on the head. The Vulpix in question leaned into his touch, whining in pleasure. She shook his hand off when she thought he was simply
ContentmentDarkness.Contentment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It clawed at the soul,
Ripping and tearing,
The pieces were slowly and painfully being shred away.
All there was was the pain.
The desperate want and need
Gnawing away at the body,
At the mind.
Sparks of light were quickly snuffed out,
Too short to have any reprieve from it.
The screaming started,
The endless, hollow sobbing that echoed,
Reverberating through the darkness,
Making even the air shudder with the pain and sorrow layered in the sounds.
The coldness seeping deep to the core,
Setting everything apart from the pain,
Though it was still etched in the mind.
For what felt like ages was the cold,
A small spark,
A flame of hope.
Wary grab around this beautiful heat.
There's light everywhere,
The spirit slowly pulling itself back together.
See the hands?
Instinctively knowing they're yours,
But it's alri
Origin of SongHis steps were nearly unheard in the great forest as he moved swiftly through the trees, his breath coming in uneven, heavy pants. His black hair was slick with wet mud, his face caked with dirt. His white shirt was smeared with blacks and browns and reds? How curious. Perhaps a bit of red clay? He had seen some earlier, by the river. Yes. Perhaps from thereOrigin of Song3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At last, the boy reached a clearing and stopped to catch his breath. His posture slacked but his eyes were continually locked on the place from whence he had run from, among the bushes and other greenery. All was calm. And all was silent. Nearly.
A great roar erupted throughout the area, causing the young boy to flinch. He bit his lip nervously as the quiet returned. No birds were singing. Not a fly was to be a seen in the thick of the jungle that day. But of course. There never would be. He was the only one left. And, as the only one left, he found it his responsibility his sworn promise to thi
Stray BulletsHesitantly Breathe InStray Bullets3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Asking have you ever felt so very awkward in your own skin?
Wanting then, to open your mouth; tell the nearest person;
"It doesn't fit"; Not anymore it doesn't; there's no room.
But they don't listen, so very jaded from every faded wish;
And, It Hurts; to hurt alone.
why the caged bird singsI know why the caged bird singswhy the caged bird sings6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Every leave of spring it brings
Every summer, every thing,
I know why the caged bird sings
He looks past the bars hes seen
Lands so far from where hes been
Places forgotten, since unknown
Born and raised hold his own
Singing ready, singing right
Farmer hears his lonely plight
Getting ready for his flight
Wings so soft and white
Safe is fair and safe is past
Fading fast to all things last
Safe is past and gone and fair
But truth says its safer in there
I know why the caged bird sings
Every leave of spring it brings
Every summer, every thing,
I know why the caged bird sings
Poet's RhapsodySlit my skinPoet's Rhapsody3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
make it rain.
No- I'm okay,
I'm not in pain.
I'm just stuck, my
thoughts all clogged;
my brain is so
So make it rain
drain my thoughts.
Uncap my pen,
Free my soul
from my mind.
Come on now,
please be kind.
Take off the cap,
throw it away.
Oh, this muse,
make it stay.
Pinch me clear,
let me see.
Let's write away
This muse feels rich,
it's all mine.
You yanked me up
I'm through the clouds
so sickly sweet.
This manic rhythm,
devoid of beat.
Oh, make it stay;
let it shine.
Let's just pretend
it's all damn fine.
Let the ink
keep on dripping,
let my feet
keep on slipping.
I'll just write
away my woes;
watch them wither
like a rose.
Slit my skin
with my pen.
Don't take my muse
from me again.
No, I'm just dandy-
I'm not in pain.
I'm just looking for
Can't You See It? - WolvesWhy can't you see it?Can't You See It? - Wolves5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What we really can be.
Why would you break it?
All that makes us free.
You hunt us down for fun?!
We're predator, not prey!
If you don't understand that,
Then we may be gone some day
Why can't you see it?
All that we can be.
Why would you kill it?
And ruin what you see?
We have sharp teeth its true
But we're not mindless machines
When you take to the air
We all know what it means.
Why would you harm it?
The beauty among the trees
What will you do to us?
When the one that runs is me?
All your lies have marked us!
We've dwindled far too long.
The creatures through the forest note
The absence of our song!
Why can't you see it?
How beautiful we can be?
Why can't you see it!?
The peace between you and me.
The place stories come from'Sometimes people wonder where stories come from. A person can tell a story about something so unbelievable, yet so wonderful that it seems real. That's because it is.The place stories come from3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't wonder about it, though, because I know where stories come from.
It's a magical place with thousands of enchanting creatures, beautiful plants, trees as high as sky scrapers and heroic people. Whatever you can think of, it exists there.
Every once in a while, people come to witness all of this. They watch the talking trees, dance with the fairies and feel the heat of a dragon's fire. Eventhough there are many people at the same time, you don't walk into them. No matter how long you stay there, you won't meet any other visitors or even know that they're there.
Stories come to us for a reason. It's because we saw something, met someone or did somewhat unusual things that we remember. We remember them and write them down or tell them to others. That's how stories are born.
It's a place I've visited s
The StargazerThe boy was trembling in fear, eighteen feet above the ground. After a quick glance down, he knew his fears had been fulfilled. They were here.The Stargazer3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had been sitting there for hours, grateful for every second he could spend away from them. This spot, hidden between the branches of the highest tree in a three mile radius, was perfect for such purposes, although he knew they'd come looking for him, eventually. But he'd always been so certain that they would never actually find him. In his childish naivety he'd always hoped for the best, he'd always hoped for a place he could finally call home. Pressed against the thick stem, mud all over his face and leaves everywhere else, even in his mouth [they tasted like freedom] he had felt more at home than anywhere else.
Yet, even this safe place would be taken away from him, he realized, as he heard that voice, calling his name. The voice which had made him tremble, scream, suffer and beg for forgiveness for so many times. He started praying, desp
CE - Side Effects, Sickness, and DiseasesIn the world of CE, when one chooses to become a soldier, they also choose to carry the consequences of what Anonification brings. Although the process of merging with a pokemon to become an ANON is simple as one two three, both trainer and anon are more prone to sickness and disease. Especially ones that were unexpectedly unleashed into this world when the poke-fuser was created. Luckily for you, most of these have cures thanks to our doctors.CE - Side Effects, Sickness, and Diseases1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Name: Torch pox
Has effect on: Humans
Info: A simple illness which causes the person to form orange spots on the body and become dehydrated. A sign that one might be getting Torch-pox is if the person begins to feel unusually hot, especially in cool locations like in the ICE alliance. If that happens, the person starts to develop the spots on the next day or 2. The victim must absolutely not do any sort of training or exercise due to the risk of over heating. Many have ignored these warnings an
Music Of DeathIs death the end to everything?Music Of Death4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A sad song we all must sing?
A broken instrument we all must face,
with broken notes we cannot place.
So out of tune we all must fear,
this hopeless song we all must hear.
Maybe we have no reason to fret,
for death might be a wondrous quartet.
It could be a beautiful dance,
this grand once in a lifetime chance.
Perhaps when one listens close,
and lets oneself become engrossed.
This song that we all will sing,
could possibly be the most beautiful thing.
The balad of the Last CentaurThe balad of the Last Centaur5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Ballad of the Last Centaur
I looked to the stars but I never could trace
What on earth had become of the rest of my race
I concluded that I was the last of my line
With the trunk of a man and the rest equestrine.
Two hearts beat within me, below and above
In a solitary thing with no other to love,
so I kept to myself in the wood's dappled shade
and I hunted alone with my bow and my blade.
One day there came a sound, the coarse voices of men
who had come to the wild, passing close to my den;
And a hostage they had- the fair child of a lord-
Whom they'd taken, forsooth, to demand some reward.
And it troubled me much when I heard their chief say
what they would do to her, should her father not pay,
And the next thing I knew my straight arrow was flying-
The brute was unhorsed and down in the dirt dying;
I seized then my chance and at them I was rushing
Somehow wielding a branch, skulls and helmets for crushing.
My crude cudgel whirled, and my front hooves they flailed
kicking and wind
Diary of a Madman August 16thJune 20, 1979Diary of a Madman August 16th3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To anyone who reads this,
I am lost in the woods. Todd attacked me and if I don't make it out of here alive then he has also killed me.
He's crazy. We woke up in the middle of the night and I heard a wolf howl. It scared me. I told Todd that I was scared and we need to go home; but he wouldn't listen. The howling got louder and I started to cry. He looked into my eyes and I told him, 'I want to go home. I want to be with my family.' He snapped, I saw it in his eyes.
He hit me over the head with a rock. I'm bleeding and I am getting a bit dizzy. I just want to you to know that I love you mom. I love you too, dad and I am sorry.
I spent the whole day writing. I tried to get those notes out of my head. I wrote and wrote and wrote. Then... someone knocked on the door. I assumed it was Vanessa. I just sat there typing away. I closed the blinds and stayed in my robe. I keep thinking about how I knew it was me who wrote those notes. It didn't even look li
Diary of a Madman August 14thAn obituary from the Liberation Times,Diary of a Madman August 14th3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Julie Stone, 26, died August 12th 1988.
Julie was born on January 8th in 1962 and attended Memorial High School where she received her High School Diploma. She excelled as an artist and had plans to attend the Liberation Community College early next year.
She is survived by her aunt, Crystal Birmingham. A small service will be provided at Liddell's Funeral Home.
I walked over to Vanessa's apartment and knocked on her door. I asked her to lunch and guess what? She said yes. And then, you won't believe this, we went to watch a movie afterwards.
I feel so much better after the other night. It's like the hunger is almost gone. Of course it won't be gone for long but at least I won't pass out anymore. That note I got in the mail was a bit creepy. But I'm in control, not him.
So I knocked out more of my book in the morning and spent time with Vanessa. What a perfect day, Diary. We get along very well and I can tell that she likes
Diary of a Madman August 12thAugust 12thDiary of a Madman August 12th3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can feel it calling.
I drove by Julie's house and noticed a suspicious car parked across the street. I knew for a fact that the Martin's didn't own a similar car. They owned a '76 Silverado.
So I kept driving and I found a nice hidden place to park and then I walked.
I was desperate. I could not keep the cops from stopping me tonight. She needed to die tonight, Diary. I wasn't prepared to use my backup plan but I had no other choice. I walked through a 10 acre yard in the moonlight carrying a filled gas can. The grass was wet and I was leaving footprints. It didn't matter, she has to die.
I broke in through the back door and crept in. The living room window was wide open. It left a perfect view of the staircase leading up to the bedroom on the second floor. The cop outside should be able to see anyone enter her bedroom.
It didn't matter. I poured gasoline throughout the back of the house and lit a match.
I ran, and I ran, until I passed out.
Diary of a Madman August 11thAugust 11th,Diary of a Madman August 11th4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I thought today was a dream. It started when I went down to check the mail. It was just more bills and junk mail; no mail from Sarah. I was a bit depressed till I saw Vanessa. She was coming in with some groceries and needed some help. I grabbed the door for her, like a gentleman, and helped her out.
After I carried her groceries we had a little talk in her little kitchen. I got her talking about things other than boyfriends, the party and or anything else that would make her upset. It worked.
She had a bottle of whiskey in one of the bags and the next thing I know we were laughing and having a good time. She even said, "She hasn't met such a funny and nice guy like me."
The whole time I was plotting about how I was going to kill Julie.
June 19, 1979
I have horrible news. My mother told me that we are leaving to Boston. I told Todd today and he was speechless. He loves me so much; I could see it in his eyes.
Anyways, I'm just so scared a
Worth It"Imagineering is a fickle thing."Worth It2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur nodded, his voice box yet to be installed. The automaton listened intently as his master worked on his right arm on the opposite side of the table.For some reason or other, his master had placed a panel over the wrist before attaching the hand there. He didn't question the reason behind it. How he was to be was up to his master.
"You have to see what you want and pretend it's there. You have to understand what it is that you want. The shape, size, colour, height, weight, texture and everything in between. You need to know all of this."
Another nod. His master smiled at him and walked over, resting a hand over the panel showing Arthur's heart.
"I don't have this ability, Arthur. But you do. Use it. You're a jester. You bring joy to others. Use your magic for that."
A faint tingling sensation registered in Arthur's brain and he looked down. Though only his head, torso and right arm were complete and attached, he was already learning. Wit