MeThe World is cruel and selfishMe8 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
Brush the...Brush the snow white petalBrush the...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a beautiful flower
So perfect and serene
In its unmistakable beauty
Brush the snow white petal
Watch as it turns
From that glowing soft colour
Into that of decay and rot
Brush the snow white petal
And behold the terrible sight
Of a lovely flower disappear
Into small fragments of dirt
Brush the dead brown flower
And look at its decayed beauty
Shattered into small fragments
Of long forgotten serenity
Brush the dead brown flower
And watch as the fresh breeze
Blows its pitiful remnants away
With a carressing hand
Brush the dead brown flower
Once a sight to behold
Now a sight to be ignored
Forever a sight to be forgotten
MH: Content (Halloween)It was late. Perhaps midnight. Maybe even later. Well, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was alone.MH: Content (Halloween)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The kitchen had an eerie atmosphere at night. It was most likely due to the silence and the dull gleam of metal tools, reflecting the low glow of the silvery moon from the window at the back. It was immediately switched into a business-like area the moment the lights flickered on. Clean and orderly, there wasn't a speck of dirt to be seen, not even on the top of shelves that nearly touched the ceiling. Good.
Shane slipped the spatula off his wrist and set it on the counter. He didn't need it for what he had in mind. Making sure that his sleeves were rolled up properly so they wouldn't come loose and interrupt him in the middle of his work, he then took out what he needed from several compartments in the kitchen.
One and a half cups of flour...
Three quarters a cup of cocoa powder...
Three quarters a cup of softened butter...
An eighth of a t
A Reader's ChildThe girl lookes at her children. Smiling, she ran a finger over every one of them, whispering their names in voice so soft, as though any louder, they would wake up and call endlessly for attention. With each name, she would tap her finger exactly three times on the top of the chils's spine. Three seconds was all it took.A Reader's Child2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In those seconds, the girl would recall the child's entire story. In those seconds, the girl would have remembered how she adopted the child.
A tear leaked out from the mother's eye as she hovered over the spine of a particular child. Her gaze followed the horrid scars that marred its spine, vertical white lines that clashed fearfully against an otherwise flawless skin. Sighing, memories of the day the child was adopted rose unbidden to the girl's mind.
The child's previous mother was the girl's friend. She was good-natured, honest and humorous. Despite this, her children were treated horribly, wounds that were inflicted onto them never h
T010: BreatheBlood. Blood everywhere.T010: Breathe1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
What the hell was this!?
Blood, guts, bone, gore. Littering the floor in tiny chunks and pieces… meat…?
The young man, trembling, dared to look down the deserted alleyway, palms sweating and fist clenching the strap of his cloth grocery bag. Blood… what was this? A murder?
Past experiences allowed Honeymilk to summon his courage and step into the alley, though he had never in his whole life been able to calm his beating heart once it started hammering against the inside of his chest.
A chill ran up his spine as he lifted his shoe to take another step, and found that it was sticky….
Blood… not even dry.
……some sort of food wrapper. Not related.
Wait. He hadn’t moved.
So what was that sound?
Happy New Year"Good morning, Callium," Honeymilk smiled at the drowsy younger boy as he stumbled into the kitchen and collapsed into a chair, the greeting not quite registering in his brain. Unperturbed by the lack of response, Honeymilk proceeded to dish out a few pancakes in front of Callium, who looked ready to drop off again despite the stretches he routinely executes in his room. Mumbling something that the wild cat hybrid guessed was a form of thanks, the other began to attack his meal with energy that contrasted his earlier state.Happy New Year3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shiori mumbled softly as some inner part of him decided that he had had enough sleep and dragged him out of the land of slumber. Rolling onto his back, sky blue eyes opened slightly before squeezing shut as harsh sunlight invaded them. After a moment or two, without opening his eyes, he rolled off the bed, instinctively managing to land in a crouch, right arm pressing on the bed for support. Standing up and stretching, the silver-haired teen opened his e
.: Tourai - Story :..: Tourai - Story :.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was another normal day in the Pitch black kingdom, the kids were outside playing while the adults were working to take care for their family. Today was a strange day for the servants of the Pitch black kingdom, they got their first day off, giving by Tourai, the prince of the Pitch black kingdom. The servants didn't know why they got a day off, but they decided not to ask it, enjoying their day off, without being ordered around by Tourai.
As usual, Tourai was in his room, laying on his king-sized bed while staring at the ceiling. The ceiling had a strange painting, but Tourai liked it since it had something mysterious about it. Suddenly Tourai sighed and sat up, looking around a bit, knowing that he couldn't call his servants to get him something. Tourai blinked and layed back down on his bed, he was bored out of his mind. The day just started and he was already bored!
Tourai looked back at the ceiling while thinking about the other kingdoms, wondering what they were doing right now
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
Yamaji, We Have a ProblemA humorous scene in a Spirit Academy lecture hall has Ukitake trying to avert disaster. Features Ukitake and Kyouraku back in their Academy days. No pairings.Yamaji, We Have a Problem6 years ago in Humor More Like This
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
Dont think this could be any more boring, eh, Kyouraku?
Kyouraku, Ukitake mumbled sleepily. When no response came, he tried again, slightly louder.
With still no sign that his friend was even alive, Ukitake felt compelled to investigate further. However, it was an uphill battle to merely keep his own eyelids from drooping. Supporting his head on his hand, Ukitake turned wearily to face his friend. He could barely contain a groan when he realized Shunsui was sound asleep. But with a glance at their sensei, Ukitake settled for
just a story...It's dark. very dark. I can't see a thing. is it already night? there are no windows here, just a door and four walls.just a story...4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"What time is it", i ask through the room.
"right befor midnight", a well know voice answers. someone sets his arm around me.
"are you ready?", the voice asks. I can't see his face.
"yes", i whisper.
The door openes. A man, all dressed in white, comes in.
"Numbre 3000, its time..." I stand up and walk to him. He lookes at me.
" Why are you in civilian clothes..." the man falls to the ground. A man comes out of the darkness. he is the only one i can trust here.
"Come, we have to go."
we run down countless corridores and no one crosses our way. the plan is very good. everx corridor looks the same. white with here and there a door, that are also white. we keep running, not realy knowing where we realy are.
"short stop." my partner is out of breath. not like me. damit....
A red lamp starts blinking and a voice comes out of hidden speakers and sends out a warning.
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.
Diary of a Madman Aug 21 contAugust 21st,Diary of a Madman Aug 21 cont4 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
A TravellerTwirling 'round the worldA Traveller1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With my bells of sanity
and ringing sounds of old
On a painting of humanity
I'm flitting through the sky
On the wings of vanity
Everywhere I look,
It's motherfucking agony
Sifting through the trees
Though it's dark and hard to hide
The whistling of the breeze
Says it's very latest last goodbyes
You shelter in the screams
Of the wind that shrieks of pain
It tears apart the seams
of the hope you clung to
Now there's nowhere left to hide
And there's nowhere left to turn
There's no one to hold the gun
Let your sanity return
Though I'd do it if I could
And I really think I would
It doesn't take that much for the dark to take it back.
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
Ring ring ring ring ring ring
Diary of a Madman July 31stDiary of a Madman by L. VeraDiary of a Madman July 31st4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I left the apartment today to get some groceries and that old lady down the hall was staring at me again. Sometimes I think she knows.
Oh and there is a new tenant across the hall. She must have moved in while I was at the store. I caught a glimpse of her through her opened door. I only saw her beautiful blond hair draped over her blue t-shirt and her nice legs in a pair of tight blue jeans. The apartment was bright. I guess they have yet put up any blinds.
Diary, I got more pages done on that novel. I think this is the one. It's definitely better than my first novel. T. Casil is back and soon the world will know.
The urge to kill
I had a terrible dream last night. I was in a bedroom full of a white natural light. The bed was draped in flowing white sheets. Sarah was there dressed in a white dress. She sat facing away from me with her brown hair dancing over her naked shoulders. I floated over to th
Old GreyHe was old, grey, and ragged. He had lived most of his life outside. All along his body, he had the signs of a tough life, battle scars from the elements and fights from long ago. Matted and tired, he walked stiffly into the summer sunlight to lie in the grass.Old Grey3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As far as he could remember, he had never had a family. He lived by the docks where the young anglers were kind enough to let him sleep in one of the sheds. Sometimes it was too hot and sometimes it was too cold, but there was room to move around and he was rarely disturbed. He used to sail and feel the salt sea air pressing into his nose. Age and time had made his limbs too stiff and his eyes too poor. With gentle respect they would say, "Sorry old man, not this time," but they always made sure there were scraps from the day's catch near his shed.
People that were not from around here were weary of him and usually kept their distance if they happened to catch a glimpse of h
UntitledWhat was the start of all this?Untitled6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...
But for a certainty back then
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves....
Yet even back then, we ran like the wind
Whilst our laughter echoed
Under cerulean skies...
The world turns
Quietly, smoothly, we awaken.
We run and crawl,
Walk and dance.
We play and play music.
For a time we are true.
Even in the midst of war,
A child like I can be true to their selves.
They can be.
We laughed and played earlier in the day, didn't we?
We made jokes and ate bread as we boated on the water.
We knew of war, we lived of war.
We lived war,
And we had seen death before.
We had seen the coffins lined up before us in rows.
The numbers and names engraved on each baring it's own special meaning
To each different person, still alive.
It all changed so suddenl
Music Of DeathIs death the end to everything?Music Of Death5 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.
CE: Storm Trade Mission (Nikolai and Kava) Part ILocation: Nikolai's room; Flame Alliance BaseCE: Storm Trade Mission (Nikolai and Kava) Part I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Time: 7:30PM ; Day before the Trade
Weather: Clear skies. Stars beginning to show.
Evening was ending and night was drawing ever closer. Nikolai barely registered that fact as he watched the mission announcement play on the holographic disc that rested on his bedside table. Solace slept soundly on his lap and he absently stroked her back as the details were given out.
Mission... huh? Not a test. Not a training. It's the real thing.
The briefing ended and the disc glowed green as it saved the file for later replays. The room sank back into oncoming darkness and Nikolai sighed. He laughed softly when he scratched behind Solace's right ear and the Vulpix hummed in pleasure.
"It's a pretty tough mission," he mused aloud, "for a single person to do. Reynard's gonna be pissed but working with someone would be a good idea... Even he should be aware of that... Right, Solace?"
Solace only yawned in
MA: Event Phase 4 DrabblesSome quick drabbles for Phase 4 of the event at Monster AcademyMA: Event Phase 4 Drabbles3 weeks ago in General Fiction More Like This
[Xaber] Hottie Alert?
Did this shit ever stop? Probably not. The Incubus found himself flying over some of the titanic Earth freaks, frowning as he moved along to avoid being grabbed at by one of their hands. They were making their way towards the academy without any reservation. It didn’t even look as if many of the students’ attacks did anything to halt the progress of the massive beings.
“What a pain.” He hissed, shooting out black waves of energy to attempt to stop the beings or even injure them. Other than a few cracks in the Earth-made colossals, nothing was working. Being to stuck in thought, he didn’t notice the sweeping grasp that was upon him until it was too late.
“Shit-“ He dug his hands into the hand around him, trying to get away from the hold only to be squeezed a bit tighter. Thank whatever that he had already emptied his bladder before, or this could have be
The DressThe blue dress draped over her modest frame in waves of sapphire and lapis lazuli. The fabric was both light and smooth against her pale skin and did absolutely nothing to hinder her movements. Threads, a shade draker than the fabric, depicted coiling vines around roses sewn in silver. The skirt fell past her knees and, though bell-shaped, was not light enough to be blown haphzardly about by winds of any sort.The Dress2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Black shoes hid pale feet from view and fit its wearer perfectly; it was both soft and easy to walk in, the perfect dance shoes. A silver chain hung around the woman's throat, elegant in its simplicity. In the light, the necklace twinkled like a string of stars while the dress rippled like liquid, displaying a million and one different shades of blue.
Airienne sighed. The woman in the mirror looked strange. It was her, but it wasn't. Perhaps it was simply because, though simple and practical, the outfit just looked too delicate. Oh well. With a slight shrug, she reached for a bla
VictoryWhat is victory?Victory3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It the defeat of an enemy
That sweet sensation tasted
At the end of a lifelong battle
The triumphant taste
When seeing your foe's face
Beated, fearful, exposing their cowardice
I have nothing to feel.
I have won.
I have succeeded.
The world I wanted....
It lies at my feet.
Like an offering.
To appease their king.
To appease their god.
To appease me.
Joy rushes through my veins.
Exhilarating feeling swarm my mind.
Nothing but pure hapiness should pervade my thoughts.
I feel nothing.
Why? Why do I feel nothing?
Tell me... please....
Why?! What happened?!
My victory is complete!
I rule over all!
My foe lies defeated!
Nothing but a coward!
Licking his own wounds
Drowning in self pity!
He is nothing now!
I am all!
Why do I feel nothing....?
I wanted this victory so much!
It meant everything!
It means everything!
It was for you!
All of it!
The deaths, the
Why do I wait?Why do I wait?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You where here one moment
And yet not the next
I went back to the pond, today
The flowers there had bloomed
Yet you where no where
To be seen
A petal fell today
Yet I still sit here
Someone who I can't
Why is it that I wait?
Who sits at the
Edge of my
Like a mist or
Something just out of reach
If you can hear me
Are you still waiting too
Or have you moved on
Have you found someone
Or have you withered
Who were you?
What did you mean to me?
And why did you leave?