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:: Rot3 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 selfishMe1 year 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
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 Song4 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
PrayI don't know if you can hear me, or if you're even there... Allen said quietly, bent over his small bed in prayer. It was his first time praying, or being exposed to religeon at all. I don't know if you will listen to a humble prayer. The soft locks of deep brown covering his eyes were softer than he had ever remembered them being; Mana had helped him take a bath today, as he was still weak from the cold and illness he had recently picked up. Sickness seemed to hurt him more than anyone else in their small troope. He and others had guessed it was because he hadn't been properly taken care of in never. Only recently had he had other people who could and were willing to take care of him. He had been Mana's 'son' for a year or so, and they decided it was time he looked to religeon.Pray7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They told him bits and pieces of religeons, and let him decide which he wanted to learn about. Christianity was first on the list, and so Allen found himself praying quietly that night,
why the caged bird singsI know why the caged bird singswhy the caged bird sings7 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
Diary of a Madman extraChapter 5 from the Novel To SarahDiary of a Madman extra4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We were alone in the wilderness. I could see in her eyes that she was scared but she did not let me know it. She simply looked at me and returned the smile.
I loved her so much that night. I would do anything for her.
We finally rested at a clearing used for camping. The running had both us heaving for air. We stood there hunched over trying to breathe. The air rushed inside us clearing out the adrenaline we had built up during our escape. The moon shown brightly and I saw her beautiful face.
We loved each other so much. Her body was warm against mine. We made love under the moon. We made love as an act of defiance, proof that we didn't need our parents to keep us away from each other. All we needed was each other.
She was perfect. Her beautiful soft face was even more radiant in the moon light. Her body was young and supple. She was everything I wanted, she was everything I needed. She was my everything. I told her I loved her while I stared into thos
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 from4 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
Roy's PockyRoy's Pocky8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hey! shouted an excited Roy Mustang, barging into the room of his office. Riza sat in her chair with a bored expression, Ed and Winry sitting at the sofa beside it. They finally came!! he announced happily.
Riza stood from her chair and calmly walked over to him. There was a small box in his hands, no bigger than one that holds a small toy. On the top was labeled in a strange inscription. Riza recognized as Japanese writing. The only place she knew who would write in such a language would be the country of Xing.
But what would Roy have with a box from Xing?
Sir? Riza asked curiously.
I ordered this from Xing a LONG time ago! Roy answered for her. How he always knew her thoughts shell never know. I heard of these sweets there that are delicious! More tasty than chocolate here even! he said rushing to his desk. Along the way, he was accidentally tripped by a certain foot
darknessdarkness4 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.
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 Stargazer4 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
It'll Be OkayShe met him every day at the same place and at the same time. She worked downtown with an organization that took the entire fourteenth floor of one of the city's many skyscrapers and it was on the roof of said building that she met him each and every day.It'll Be Okay4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She never wondered why he came to meet her and she never asked. To be honest, she didn't want to know. All she knew was that she stepped onto the roof at five AM sharp, showing up early for her shift in the hopes that she would see him, and he was always there, standing on the ledge with his hands shoved in his pockets as he watched the sunrise, waiting patientlyalways so patientlyfor her.
This day was no exception. Despite how early it was, it was surprisingly warm out, so she hadn't bothered with a jacket and she was glad she hadn't when she laid eyes on his blond hair, his broad, toned back. She hoped she looked even slightly close to how beautiful he appeared to be. She stepped closer to him and he gave no acknowledgem
Farewells"Wimp."Farewells3 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
Define:HumanHe once heard people saying that the world was a wonderful place and, because everyone only had one chance to live, should make the most of it. Even if he was ANON, the rule seemed to apply to him. Hmph. If the world was so wonderful, why was there such a long lasting war going on?Define:Human3 years ago in Drama More Like This
A group of ANONs snuck there way through the Wind Alliance ship's interior, trying to contain their giggles. Their first mission and there was no way they were going to mess it up! One of them shushed the others as he opened the grate. They didn't seem to notice the fact that a pair of red eyes were watching them
War to be honest, he actually hated the thing that gave birth to him. It was responsible for the deaths of his dearest friends oh so long ago. He sometimes wished this horrible excuse of a struggle never happened. But then he would have never existed
They walked through the empty hallways in excitement, not even bothering trying to keep their pattering feet quiet. Besides
Worth It"Imagineering is a fickle thing."Worth It3 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
ContentmentDarkness.Contentment4 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
Diary of a Madman August 12thAugust 12thDiary of a Madman August 12th5 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 Aug 21 contAugust 21st,Diary of a Madman Aug 21 cont5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We killed her.
No you killed her.
But this is what you want. Isn't it?
No, you were supposed to be safe from all this carnage. That's why you were created. I was supposed to be the killer.
No! You were created.
Really? Just because you have been in control longer doesn't mean you are the original Todd. That girl I loved, with our heart. She was going to leave us forever. I had to do something.
She did leave us forever. You killed Sarah.
I did, to protect us. You believed that she left but still loved you. You thought she was still alive.
Lies! All Lies! You wrote all those letters.
Yes I did, to protect you. Do you remember what happened to your parents?
They are in a home somewhere out of town.
You are so gullible. You father is in prison and your mom is dead.
Poor Todd. Your father killed her. We saw the whole thing. They were fighting and she said, "I'm leaving." Do you remember now?
Yes. I remember loo
Diary of a Madman August 16thJune 20, 1979Diary of a Madman August 16th5 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 17thAugust 17thDiary of a Madman August 17th5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Diary, I am writing from my childhood bedroom. I found the letter. I found all of them. How can she be dead and still be able to send me all these letters?
She's alive and I need to find her. I plan on heading back to my apartment tomorrow morning to pack up and get a flight ready.
I called Vanessa from my house phone. Vanessa was happy to hear from me and I was also happy to hear her voice. I felt so nervous to even call her. I felt my stomach get queasy before I even dialed her number. I'm glad I did. The sound of her voice made me forget about everything. We talked for about an hour and she asked me to meet her friends. Our relationship is growing pretty fast. I'm not sure how I can juggle two relationships. I have one with a loving angel and the other with a murderous hunger.
The hunger swims in circles in the back of my stomach. It's like a hungry shark contained in a huge fish tank swimming constantly in circles.
Decor - D. Gray-manJasdebi always waited until the very last opportunity to wrap presents. Their door would be annihilated with wrapping paper, something taped on it warning passersby to steer clear. Box after box would be wrapped twice- first messily by Jasdero, then nicely by Debitt.Decor - D. Gray-man7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The problem wasnt really the presents they wrapped so much as what they wrapped once they finished with the gifts. Leftover wrapping paper simply wouldnt do, according to the twins. The doors were the first things to go, in their room and then on the rest of the upstairs. Rhode could always expect her door to come out looking nice and like a giant present, but Tikis door somehow managed to look like it had mutilated by a butcher with poor taste in patterns and multiple bows tied around it. He had learned long ago that any attempt to rip down the décor would only result in even more disastrous covering, though, so that was how it stayed until Rhode decided to fix it or it was time for the akuma to cle