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.
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.
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
Why?Why?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at yourself and you judge her?
my best friend?
aren't you no better?
you hurt her, and betrayed her
and you think after they hurt you, and throw you away
you expect her to take you back?
tired of dealing with you and your lies
your fake personality shows
she was innocent, and honest
but, you threw away the best thing you ever had
well, she warned you
and when they do throw you away
all you will have left is reminiscence
of what could have been
You showed your true colors
and proved me right
I told her I was done
and I saw through your facade
she was naive and kind
Thinking you were her friend
now all the lies are revealed
and you have lost the trust you
should have NEVER earned
Thanks for your concern but,
My Best Friend doesn't NEED a friend like you
~ Sincerely an Angry Best Friend
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.
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
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
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,
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
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.
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.
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.
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
What I Love About YouI love the way you look at meWhat I Love About You6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with my heart beating fast
in my chest.
The way you move swiftly
just gliding in the air.
I love the way you touch my skin
as it calms my heart within.
The way you kiss me on the lips
as you tell me that you love me.
But best of all I love the way
you gave me a chance
to feel what it's truly like to be held in somone's arms
and to feel your heart beating close to mine.
I feel truly loved by someone who I can call, "my very own."
DanceDance like no ones watching,Dance9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
dance till your dying breath.
Dance like the disease is catching,
dance until your death.
Dance 'cause he's important,
dance for who you love.
Dance 'cause it's peaceful,
dance for the doves.
Dance with fervor,
dance in style.
Dance with something that rhymes with fervor,
dance in something that rhymes with stlye.
Dance, with me.
For My Sutaraito.
OH NOES! SOMEONE DROPPED THE FUNK!
this aftershave smells like uraniumI don't want to die without leaving a piss-stain on the planet, except the world is a skeleton, and everything already stinks of ammonia. An old woman once told me what it was like to climb trees, how she'd hook her legs around the branches and swing and watch birds fly upside-down above clouds coloured white instead of green. We don't get much of those any more. Trees. Birds. Old women. Wise bastards with something better to talk about than how we should live our lives. Eat your veg. Smile. Brush your fucking teeth. Nah, this old chick with her gnarled fingers and her crumpled smile and her reading glasses with the crooked frame, she talked about seagulls and conkers and sitting on the sides of little streams with her toes in the water, catching frogs and keeping them in jars and feeling bad because they missed the winding river. About how to grow real shit from real seeds in real earth that smelled like earth... that smelled like rotting leaves and seedlings and dew and not formaldehthis aftershave smells like uranium3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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
Pickup Lines and a Dumb GirlI lost my phone number. Can I have your's?Pickup Lines and a Dumb Girl7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Uh I dont think thatll work. Like, then if someone tried to call you theyd like call me instead.
Thats not what I meant.
Im a thief. Guess what Im going to steal?
Like, OH MY GAWD! NO WAY! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO STEAL MY DESIGNER PURSE YOU JERK! (hits him with purse)
OUCH! (grabs purse and throws it in some random direction) IM NOT REALLY A THIEF! AND JEEZ, YOU BRUISED ME! WHAT DO YOU KEEP IN THAT THING?!
Um lemme see .12 lipsticks 20 different eyeshadows .my wallet .three hairbrushes a few rocks since I recently stole my little brothers rock collection cause he was annoying me some mints a brick for protection..
Like, okay, jeez..no need to like..shout.
to hold.she wants a guy to hold herto hold.4 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.
Our Brother It was our brother's room, my brother's room reallyMax's tooand much more: a son's room to two unrequited parents, a friend's room to many, a once intellectual man's room, possibly even a hero to a yet-unmet acquaintance's roomI suppose, in the end, we had all lost something.Our Brother5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By now we were all convinced someone should have left a light in that hallway while they were building the house, or put a precautionary light-switch in case it were ever needed, or even left an oil lamp out; should the fires of truth ever need to be called upon. We all stared down the hallway, down far and long, past our mortal gaze that only saw in tangibles, into a void of the blackest darkness. Even during the days of the most passionate illumination from the sun, one would think they saw light creeping down toward the archaic door only to witness it scream as it was dragged into the pitiless abyss. Light was merely what we could see
Barney Barney Must DieBarney10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate you.
You hate me.
We shot Barney up a tree.
With a great bing bang.
And Barney's on the floor.
No more purple dinosaur.
I am treeI am a treeI am tree3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the wind is my lover
she whispers me love
I sway on her touch
I am the luckiest of trees
to have a lover so unique
I am a lover of the wind
I love the wind and she loves me
But once a year the fire comes
an autumn heat
a seasonal flame
it breaks my green and bursts me colour
it burns my wooden bark to dust
Still, my lover finds her way
she whispers to me every day
and cradles what is left of me
a sad and embarrassed, balding tree.
Solace In The NorthI was undeniably vulnerable.Solace In The North3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Open to the swallowing of a hungry mist. Open to the gnawing of a chill that twitched my limbs, not so unlike the birch shifting in the wind. Open to the entire bite of winter against exposed skin. I was prey to the spirit of the forest, but by my own free will.
There was nothing I desired more than to watch the trees dance beneath the thousandth thread of an overcasted blanket. I was a city boy, normally breathing tainted air. So I left before I felt anymore sick there. But still, I found myself lost. Up against tall trunks of timber through twilight till dawn, then up against another when the next evening spawned. Though, after many waning moons, I finally realized that everywhere is home when you can't call anywhere your own.
That was three years ago. Now I lay by the bank of a pristine lake, loving the noises of silence. Away from business, from violence. At long last I've found the peace that I had sought, and peace will only touch where many men have