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StarChild35 months ago in Introductions & Chapters
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StarChild25 months ago in Introductions & Chapters
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TheAssassin5 months ago in Short Stories
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AnniversaryAnniversaryAnniversary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Their meetings were always hurried, full of touches that were just a little too hard and kisses that involved too much tooth. Neither complained, there was no time for them to argue now. No time for prolonged, wordless struggles as to who was on top, no time to tease. It just happened.
It was only in the afterglow, the bittersweet sweat and laboured breaths, that they talked. Quiet murmurs accompanied by lips on skin, a squeeze of the hand on a hip.
"I haven't got long." Jaye would say, his once perfectly straightened and styled blond hair now a m
SolsticeSolsticeSolstice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Medici castle was on a scale that was rarely built on these days. Three hours ride out of Argonia at a gallop, it sat atop a cliff set just in from the sea, proudly overlooking the de'Medici's traditional holdings to Argonia's west. The land had been in the family for generations, and their line could be traced back even further than that. They were a force in politics, a well-worn family name that would come to Argonia's aid when asked and their constant grip on land so close to the city proved that.
However, it hardly made the place more welcoming in the winter
Hot Hotter Hot Hottest IntroMy balls were sticking to my inner thigh like a baby seal clinging to an Antarctic shore. Unfortunately, the camera was pointed right at me, so I couldn't do the leg-shake maneuver to get them loose. I saw the set of “’Hello, Good Morning!’ with Buster” through two pea-sized holes drilled into my velvet helmet. Crayola had puked on the walls, the floor, the blocks, the rug, and even Buster. That was me, the rainbow-colored dog that came up on TV from dawn ‘til noon. Outside of Buster’s Play Pen was the black, soulless collection of cameras and producers and directors sitting in fold-up chairs who occasionally yelHot Hotter Hot Hottest Intro4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
SelfishSelfishSelfish4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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It was a hurried, messy meeting. Over a month had passed and while neither of them particularly liked the risk involved, what was meant to be a quick report had rapidly turned into a fully blown make out session. Mattie, tall, dark and still clad in his three-day-worn military colours had made short work of shoving all of Marquis’ neatly stacked paperwork onto the floor, pressing the smaller man down onto the varnished wood instead. Marquis would have protested were he not so occupied by the tongue down his throat and Mattie’s heavy hands tugging at his hair. He’d
Four over Five - KiribanFour over FiveFour over Five - Kiriban5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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Whoever’s idea it was to host a bar in the beached hull of a long-forgotten mariner should be labelled a genius. The black sea sloshed sleepily outside, blanketed by a sky loose-knit enough for the stars to peek through. I’m romanticising it all; grungy high-rises pushed the beach back day by day, sand was doped up on forgotten syringes and Heaven lay like some beached whale against the moon.
Heaven. Stupid name for a bar, really. I’d lost track of how many drunkards had shambled in hollering for entertainment, having mistaken the buzzing neon sign outsi
SleepSleepSleep5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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Oh gods above, what had he done? The memories were fuzzy and vague, although there was no reason for them to be. He’d walked for hours, he remembered that part, though it had felt as though he had hovered above his own tired, charred body. Charred? A fire, he guessed, that he’d somehow been caught up in. The sand was surprisingly cool beneath his cheek as he lay there, mind and body numb with confusion and the clench of guilt. Guilt, he realised now, sat where he’d always thought love would, just below the ribs; a solid pressure pushing to meet his spi
Who needs heroes?"Well at least the week is nearly over, just one more day after this," Arthur smiled to his son Connor who was sitting opposite him on the train.Who needs heroes?7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur lived by himself with Connor. His wife had left a long time ago, the reason never quite made clear. Neither Arthur or Connor spoke much of her, they didn't need to. Together both of them were happy. Well, apart from every weekend where Connor would beat Arthur at football in the local park. It would be hard to imagine the two of them any happier, even if Arthur's football skills were no match for his 10 year old son.
Connor was i'll and had the day off school. Arthur had to take him into wo
Round and round the garden..Sing to me and hold me until I go to sleep. That's a test of loyalty if ever there was one, for I am gathering dust upon layers of false chintzy cheeriness and glittery clothes. Look at me. To you I will always be that child, but to her I am that shadow whose name she can't quite remember, but does it matter? Green and purple became me, but I look at you and see nothing but a vorpal grin. Tick-tock, tick-tock! We are shadow people now, you and I. They will soon forget us and soon pass us by in the street, unsure if we were ever acquainted. I'm only 5 years old, or so they keep telling me. I'll clap my hands and giggle as we slowly tear the skRound and round the garden..8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Night of the ForestI knew I shouldn't have walked in there alone.Night of the Forest8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was no other option though, I had to prove to myself that I had the guts to do it. I didn't want anyone to call me a coward ever again.
Darkness swept slowly but surely over the forest as I walked the road. There was no one around, I guess that's no surprise though, nobody walks in the forest at this time of night.
Or so I thought..
A gentle wind breezed as I looked at my surroundings. I hadn't been in this forest since I was little, so I didn't recognize much from my childhood. There was however a big rock on the side of the road that I remembered. I used to play tag with my sister aro
RunningI've never wanted to run away so much. Just keep running, until I can taste blood in my mouth and breathing hurts and you are so very far away. You stare blankly, and make my heart howl like a wild animal as it attacks my chest and fights against the bonds holding it in. Your gaze is steady, you know how much pain it's causing me. Your lips in a half smile as you bask in my pain. My vision blurs as A fresh batch of tears collects in my eyes, glazing them with my sadness. And you're still smiling, so proud of yourself. So gleeful at the fact that you inflicted this.Running1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
They Say Death Is An Everlasting SleepThey say death is an everlasting sleep. But it is the dreams within that sleep that are questioned. Do we go somewhere else after death? Is their a God? What will happen after I die? These are the questions we ask ourselves but the most important one seems to constantly allude us. Does it matter? Do all of these questions serve any purpose in life, but to waste it? For we have lost more lives over these questions than anything else. We spend exhausts of time in life preparing for death, what is the point? I am not questioning death or life's significance for without one the other would have no meaning. But I simply ask why do we care? No mattThey Say Death Is An Everlasting Sleep2 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Not what you wanted to hear...How can you miss someone so much? How can you stand that overwhelming feeling of wanting someone so much and them being far away? How do you deal with the fact that you know things will never work out?Not what you wanted to hear...3 months ago in Letters More Like This
I lost track of what I can do... I have tried, believe me. I don't know what I'm doing, what I'll be doing and that's scary sure, but you... You scare me to a point that I loose control over everything. My body still moves according to yours and I still feel sick to my stomach when I don't hear from you. Doesn't that part go away? I know you, I know it won't be possible but still, I wouldn't ever say no. I can't say it to you. But with all thi
F.E.A.R.The swift nimbus passed through once more, thought this time, the shimmering crystals weren't shinning. They were moving in strange patterns, something I had never seen before. Everything becomes distroted by it, and the feeling I get about being heavy and light isn't there; I just feel heavy. I can't move a single muscle in my body. I became petrified. Not even my eyes respond to my commands. I can hear everyone talking to me, but I just can't answer them. I feel so scared that I'll die right here. My heart is racing with adrenaline caused by fear, and that fear manifests itself as an old acquaintance.F.E.A.R.3 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Come play with me...
Alma. She's here.
losing a love and loving a lostSometimes you lose people, you know? Sometimes you lose someone you love, and they can't come back. They die on you, take a little piece of your heart with them, and they don't come back. Sometimes you lose someone you love and it breaks your heart, it claws at your lungs and it breaks through your chest and leaks through your pores, and you're practically fucking emanating sadness, but there's nothing you can do about it. You're stuck writing about it in stupidly long sentences because you don't know what else to do with this itch beneath your skin, and you need to fucking do something with it because it's going to eat you alive. The ache thlosing a love and loving a lost3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
June 2nd.June 2nd.June 2nd.2 months ago in Letters More Like This
Dear xx,
Apparently this is counterproductive. My therapist thought this was going to be a wonderful idea, allowing me to get all of stresses and anger out in a 'safe environment.'
I don't think she expected me to hate on my ex boyfriend so fucking hard. I don't think that was a thing she was going for. But really, what did you expect from a girl who gave her broken heart to someone stupidly, only to have them return it in a worsened state?
It fucking hurt, what you did, thank you very much. And it may not sound like I'm over it, but I kind of am. I know, I know. I'm doing a really shitty job of acting like I'm over it.
To be h
colorsPurple colours.colors4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Reflect in harmony.
Sunsets light the sky with orange and pink.
Something to smile at when the world is dark, and grey.
We've all heard the stories. The once-upon-a-time's.
The beautiful prince and princess. Wanting to become kings and queens. To escape.
Escape the pain that haunts us. That follows us. That leads us.
Our shadows mimic our actions.
But they are not us. They are our grey sides. Our darker side of light.
Why is it so painful to breathe?
Waiting for the morning to stop the ache.
Stop the horror. Stop the pain.
Let the wishes pass through the looking glass.
Hope for something new.
As time passes.
~E
Maybe that's what's worseOne upon a time, there were four children. They were grown, far into the ages of adulthood, but they were children. They carried bits of a child in them, clinging desperately to a corner of their hearts with a firm grip, unwilling to let go. They were children.Maybe that's what's worse4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
One was a fighter—grappling with his head and his hands to protect his heart that was left back home, back with his siblings and his wife. He graced himself with a uniform every morning and paroled his area, keeping it safe and sound so that no one he loved could be taken away from him, so that no one he needed would ever leave. He had the spirit of a soldier, always did. He washed th
My demonLaying there, quietly, aloneMy demon5 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Quiet
The feeling of something is there, unseen, but there
I sit up, but my body remains laying down
As I shout "show yourself" the figure becomes more visible
I lay back down and see the creature standing there
Glowing eyes piercing through me, Head of a wolf, tall, very tall
Draped in a long black hooded cloak or robe
Its hands, I can never get those things out of my head as it reached for me
Long fingers, almost like claws that are twice as long as the finger as a man
This is what haunts me, this is what hunts me
It grows closer
Help me before it hurts m
Sad WaterI'm floating on a raft in my river of tearsSad Water5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm floating on only hope in my sea of outcomes
I'm floating on trust, and faith in my drop of depression
I'm floating on a fine twig on my stream of silence
I'm drowing in my stabability in my pond of sanity
His Eyes Don't Sparkle AnymoreHis eyes sparkle in his eyes sparkle in his eyes sparkle in his eyes. Broken blue glass it's broken the fire blue broken again. The walls the walls. Why are the lines moving? They play like wonderful string instruments, such beautiful noises I can see. The colours are flying again, the colours and lines and noises and his eyes. But they're all gone now aren't they? All gone. I think they're gone anyway. Always anyway. Maybe the fire. Broken glass. The broken blue glass fire gone. But maybe. It's so short, so slow, so tedious, you know. The numbers are flying and the colours are singing again. It all makes more sense now but nobody understandsHis Eyes Don't Sparkle Anymore5 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Will O' Wisps "Follow the will o' wisp..." A disembodied voice quietly whispered into the young girl'sWill O' Wisps6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
ear, fading away as fast as it had come.
The small girl looked around for a moment, befuddled, but returned to her walk when she saw that no one was there. All around her loomed tall, ancient trees; with leaves the color of twilight draping over head. The route she was taking was one that countless others had followed; some had never returned. Despite this, her natural curiosity was peaked. What was at the end of that road? Why had so many people just vanished off the face of the earth? She would find out even if it meant disappearing as well.
Sta.sh
