Flash Fiction: Good Business We're finished, Madame. How do you feel?Flash Fiction: Good Business6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The sound of knuckles popping echoed through the dilapidated ballroom. The silver chamber set up in the center hissed loudly as it opened.
I feel.... ah... A woman breathed deeply, then sighed happily. I feel fantastic. Slowly she stepped from the blinding lights inside the chamber, dressed in a black smock.
Would you like to see your new body? A tall man in a grey uniform stepped forward, motioning towards one of the few mirrored walls that hadn't been smashed. Most of our clients don't care, but I knew you'd like to see. He pointed her towards the mirror that had been cleaned of all dust and grime.
Falling and GoneI'm falling.Falling and Gone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I felt happy.
But not anymore.
I should go faraway.
No one to hurt me.
I am slowly
And my grip on reality
Why am I here?
I was supposed to be dead.
I wasn't supposed to be born.
I was an anomaly.
And somehow I survived.
I wish I didn't.
That one chance
Is the reason
That I want to die.
I guess it was my destiny.
You might not notice
But I'm that girl
Who used to be doing well in class,
But slowly is falling behind.
I still act normally though.
I'm the one,
Who stopped talking
To my friends.
Because it's too hard.
I hope you don't notice.
When I scream,
Or just sulk in class
And ignore you.
I just don't mean it.
That I need to runaway
Gnaws away at me.
Just to get away.
Somewhere far from here.
In my computer and phone,
The only comforts
I have in this home.
I'm not a freak.
Even if you think that
kingdom animaliawe fester, feast on the banquet of our bodieskingdom animalia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like divine liturgy on the tongues of sinners,
become holes in each other’s cheekbones,
our mouths running like catapults of impatience.
when you looked up from molding the underside
of ambiguity into a tourniquet, you told me that
my hair was a lion’s mane. i told you that my
mistakes read like grocery lists:
i tamed the pieces of you that curled bones
into empty convictions.
maybe the flesh wounds trailing down our arms
could lead us to the other side of forever, but we
are both caged lions:
animalistic and gnawing elephant tusks
to rubble since the dawn of time.
Bloodbound - 12As expected, the princess was able to hide in the shadows of the party. Others ignored her; she had been used and cast to one side by the Alpha werewolf whilst her father had done nothing to protect her. The gossip on her was dying out, and people were uninterested in a princess with no self respect.Bloodbound - 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And it showed that night as Alena leant against the back wall of the hall, sipping at her third glass of wine. She felt a warm feeling spreading through her as she lost her inhibitions, the night progressing into more of a blur with every sip. Her mother could be seen socialising to one side of the party, far from her daughter, but Samantha had acknowledged her presence earlier that evening before moving off into the crowd.
At least somebody thought she was worthy enough of some attention. Alena rolled her eyes at her self pitying thoughts, fed up of her own complaints and whines. She missed the old Alena, but she had released her when the punishment for her actions had become too much to
Oh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thiefOh art thief, oh art thief2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you’ve brought us all to grief.
How can you be unashamed?
When you stole from people unnamed
How you think about your own fame
Just like others like you playing that game
How you feed off us
How you live on others success
How can you sleep at nights,
Knowing you infringed other’s rights?
How can you enjoy this fame,
Knowing it rightfully belongs to another name?
Do we also carry the blame
That we blindly follow someone’s claim?
To the people that believe everything humans say
To you I say good day
We must always question what we are told
Or we can start to be controlled
By vicious lies and such
To me that is just too much
numb.despite the name,numb.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believe that one can feel numbness
the same as you may feel stung
by getting slapped–
leaves your skin ringing
and eyes full of water,
fingers trailing on the skin
that you feel only in theory.
Quiet Girl in the BackgroundShe sits in the back of the roomQuiet Girl in the Background3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All quiet with nothing to do
Except watch her classmates laugh and joke around.
She wishes she can be like that and make their kind of sound
But all she knows how to do is to be quiet.
Quiet like a lion waiting for its prey.
She wants to show her classmates that she can be loud
And not just some quiet girl in the background.
But no matter how hard she trys to be loud
She will always know that she will be just this quiet girl in the background.
The Kiss.As I stand here before you, in this most perfect moment. Heart in my hands and my hands at my side. I look gently into your eyes. We both are a mere breath apart from each other, I can smell your light musky scent as it gracefully wafts up to my senses. Closing my eyes just for the barest of minutes, I can feel your body and soul wrap around me, caressing each part of me, without even a single touch.The Kiss.9 years ago in General More Like This
Slowly, I reach my hands up to your shoulders and slide it down carefully over your muscular yet gentle arms. I feel the hairs on my back race up and down my spine at our first touch. My stomach flutters delicately and I can taste the sweetest sent on my lips. The breeze swirling around us is placidly warm, but it has nothing to do with the heat that blazes a trail beneath the touch of my hands. I reach up to your shoulders climbing my fingers up the strong peaks.
I open my eyes quickly to find your eyes caressing mine, looking into me tenderly and eternally. You smile at me, as your eyes
His Name Was Ethan.Chapter One.His Name Was Ethan.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I didn't have to stop and save him. Fuck it, I could have just walked away let him kill himself. I mean, I didn't know the guy nor did I want to. I mean, who wants to be friends with a emo freak with a death wish? Obviously no one. He was doing it all for attention, that had to be the reason. Everything has a reason, like when it rains or when it thunders or even when a frog catches a fly.
But the better part of me, the more...humane part of me told me to do something, anything to stop this guy from killing himself.
That guy was standing on the railing of the bridge that overlooked the Highway. He had his back towards me but I could make out pale skin and jet black hair. He had on a red hoodie and some dirty old skinny jeans. On the ground next to him was his back pack, he had to be at least my age, and possibly went to the same high school as me.
I moved forward towards him, every step gave me doubt about the whole situation. It wasn't too late for me to t
Tweet Thistweet this,Tweet This4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sweet thing -
i caught you
with your hair down low
like a songbird
and your skirt up,
lifted heaven scent,
calling us home.
didn't i warn you
and funny cigarettes
how your days and legs
would just disappear
and the couch
would swallow us whole?
just be sure
to marry a good boy,
one handsome as a cliff
with a cleft chin
who will come home
on the bus
with dinner in a bag
and fill you up with babies -
little pink testaments
to you and me.
to hold.she wants a guy to hold herto hold.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
till her bones are warm
and the chills are gone
from her eroding spine.
she wants a hand to always hold
when hers is warm, or hers is cold,
and through the night, she'd like to smile
at someone sleeping next to her.
but love can't be stolen,
or bought next to bread.
it can't be taken and sold
like a slave or a lark.
it has to sing it's sweet song
in your ear, play with your hair
and whisper too loud in supermarket
stores. it has to build you a bridge
to the rest of the world
and help you cross it.
love has to rear its eyes
and look deep into yours
and see someone in you no one
she wants a guy to hold her,
but love isn't free.
a beautiful prayer.I asked God to take away my habit.a beautiful prayer.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.
I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary.
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is learned.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No.
I give you blessings; happiness is up to you.
I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful.
I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.
I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.
I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.
Ascetic PerceptionAscetic Perception2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I met a man today...
his eyes were tired,
and he seemed lost.
How I wanted to help him,
How his eyes stared off into space,
How his affliction shouted to me...
He spoke out, and the words tore at me,
and as he spoke, so we began,
repeating his words, of the why & how.
Our eyes met, and silence became us.
my heart pounded, as he breathed heavily,
tears fell...out of anger...out of fear...
I met a man today,
his voice was low and solemn...
this man in the mirror.
SilenceMy silence is a lie.Silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One that can never be taken back,
and will haunt me until the day I die.
I see it as a curse,
that will plague me until they bring the hearse.
They say silence is golden, like the fruits of a summer's yield,
but I see it more red in nature,
Like the blood of a battlefield.
I've heard silence can kill love,
but can't it preserve it?
If I speak, the words can kill,
But if I am silent, life can be still.
Motion could tear the strings,
and leave the puppets of this play motionless.
This catastrophic progress could leave me,
I hate silence, you see?
It causes sleep to abandon me.
A quiet riot fills my mind, fills it with thought.
Thought that provokes words, I dare not say.
These words, torture me, make me wish I were dead.
Because in death, I can always be,
If OnlyIf OnlyIf Only6 years ago in Teen More Like This
I can only look across the room at you and sigh dreamily, like the many others who fawn over you and bend over backward just to please you. However I am not able to do so, as your attention had never, even by accident, strayed away to rest on my lowly person. I do not wear my heart on my sleeve. It is too vulnerable where it is now, just sitting in my eyes as I observe you from afar. Infatuation has nothing to do with these feelings I have. I know the difference between it and love. I am certain that the latter is what I now experience.
I know you would never love or even spare a glance at a local school girl such as myself. That would be too much to ask for. Even in my dreams you just pass me by, only giving me the opportunity to be graced with a smile that you direct to another. It saddens me, but I am comforted in the knowledge that you are happy. Deep within I still have a hope that you would come to like me, if not love. Should choose to love me, I will be more
a script for your magic showif you want to make me believe in magic,a script for your magic show5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
show me the hope, not the doves.
wear a halo instead of a top hat.
and please, don't make
things disappear; it will only
make me believe that your solution
to life is to make it empty.
listen here: i came to you for miracles, not mirages.
don't melt into a Sahara behind my eyes.
don't pretend not to sweat. don't lead me
along a riverbed dry and fatigued.
stop snapping your fingers like that;
i didn't ask for storm clouds, an illusion's rain.
don't sing your magic words. i
never planned for you to move
sand dunes into waltzes, one step
and one shadow behind the other.
if you want me to believe in magic,
don't turn off the lights. keep the card
i chose from beneath your sleeve.
magicians can tell, magicians can tell
more secrets than they keep.
stop waving that red cloth
before your problems, stop whispering
your worries into empty boxes
before you skim over them with your wand.
if you want me to believe in magic,
you're going to keep e
The Loss of an OwnerYou were black to me on that cold winter night. Lying amongst the newly fallen snow; barely a breath escaped your lips. I knew of nothing I could do, but did the only thing I could think of. I crawled closer to your body and curled myself around you placing my head atop your shoulder. I could feel the trembles course through your body and scooted closer. I knew even as I tried to warm you that it was too late. I could feel as your life began to slip away and when you fell limp I cried. But no came to your rescue. No one heeded my sorrow filled call, and when they finally found you the next morning they forced me away from you and shoved me into a cold, lifeless truck. They gave me a new home the next day, with your sister. When she opened the door that morning she was white and smelled of sadness, but greeted me with a soft smile and a pat on the head. I was quicklyThe Loss of an Owner5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You Don't Know ItYou don't know it, but you kept me saneYou Don't Know It2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I nearly went over the edge
With a knife in one hand and a gun in the other
But you grabbed me
Pulled me back on my own two feet
Emptied my hands
And when you realized that I couldn't stand on my own
You hugged me
Like a mother would do for her child
Like a friend would do for, dare I say, another friend
You don't know it, but when you saved me
I felt free
I felt wanted
I felt needed
I felt, dare I say, loved
You don't know it, but when you showed me kindness
I fell in love
In love with your kindness
That same sweet kindness you saved me with
It felt like I found a new home
One that I could be, dare I say, accepted in
You don't know it, but when I fell in love with your kindness
I also fell in love with, dare I say, you
It Feels Like PainJealousy...It Feels Like Pain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch while it destroys me.
As it wraps its hands around my throat,
my eyes are pleading...
So thrilled for you,
you and your happy ending.
Even if it means I lost my company,
and now I'm stuck here alone.
Alone in my misery.
But I wont dwell,
and I like to pretend I'm well.
So I grab my guitar and head to the ocean.
I'll stand in the sand,
and write you a love-song.
I'll sing it loud
as the waves crash over me.
Saltwater disguises the crying.
And I can make you believe,
that I am not heartbroken.
Not that it matters.
in the end it's just pain.
The Masquerade The horrid masks are moving in my direction,The Masquerade2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
hollow eyes locked on the final selection,
cold sweat is painfully descending my spine,
whispers have been claiming I shouldn't have crossed the line.
Fiery Gothic letters are burning the black skies,
talking about principles-the indisputable ties,
speaking of The Logical, The Equal, The Right,
The Just, The Free, The Good, and The Eternal Might.
I abandoned my life to take the higher stand,
where powers of deceit, too hard to understand,
windshieldwindshieldwindshield1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit behind the windshield
as water floods the outside
looking out as they look in
I turn on the wipers
just for fun
As the window clears I see them
With every windshield wipe
I fade a bit
They cannot see me anymore
and I am gone
Just as I began
Lancelot Price 2014 January 16
The PianistHe played the piano. All day in his home near the town square, people could hear the faint melody of the keys. But at night, when the town was blanketed by the navy velvet sky, the notes carried through the air effortlessly, calming even the angriest of men and lulling the minds of the ferocious dogs that barked for hours on end. Babes needed not the soft tunes of their mothers' lips to carry them into the land of sleep, for he who played the piano had taken that shift upon himself.The Pianist5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And tonight, the babes were hushed into peaceful slumber, mothers silently grateful for the sweet reprieve. Men wallowing in the taverns had come to stand beneath the full moon, regardless of the heavy downpour. Many ears were deaf of all save for the slow and graceful melody that seemed to come from everywhere at once, almost a second blanket to the town underneath the midnight quilt pierced with tiny diamonds.
High above the town, atop his home, he played. Face upturned and eyes squeezed shut, he let his
FearStare clearly into my eyes you pathetic, wormlike child, appreciate my discoveries and poisonings of souls.Fear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I am the crow who judges the placid corn stalks, lined in mindless doses of endless circular walls.
Injections of orange terror flow deep into your system, clogging your joyful spirit with a screech of fright.
You are falsely guided my child, hence why I'm here to assist you; your end is approaching now, open your eyes to the night.