CharismaticCharismatic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tender touch of innocence
Flaunts throughout the air
Careless, all without intention
Relaxation of the mind
Allows the individual to come
Seeking what leads to be only dreams
Ignorance of the worldly costs
Soon to follow, what is lost
Now only to resurface once again
To be in such a tender sways
Emotional whirlwinds of new beginnings
Tipping the gusts against the favors
Now only charismatic to the touch
They have become unreachable
Flying higher and higher
They have disappeared into the limbs
Falling leaves have broken
Scattering them across the sky
Now once alive
Now lost forever
Kiss your Promises GoodbyeFeaturing King Drustan and Lady Roísín (NPC)Kiss your Promises Goodbye1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mid-Autumn, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenmore, Hill above Great Oak
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It rained that day. The skies were a solid grey, no speck of blue sky in sight. Autumn was an unpredictable season, but there was something about this rain that seemed purposeful, as if Óganach above didn’t want to be seen. Or perhaps he didn’t want to see them. Perhaps he should have heeded that warning, perhaps he should not have continued with the Promise Ceremonies that day, but it was done now. Irrevocably.
There were two Princesses of age that year. Princess Fenella, a dainty and proper cremello in Áillte’s visage, and Princess Anastasia, a dark shy creature who was completely the opposite. Both does caused an issue; Promising the
SnowfallLonán and NualaSnowfall11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
First Snow, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenmore, The Firefly Glade
He’d been here before. Of course, these days he almost lived in the little glade away from the herd, but he’d been here before. A year ago he’d fled the glade’s comforting embrace, a year ago he’d lost one parent. Now he was without both. He was lost; the Oak had cracked in two on that fateful day, the Lore was broken. None of this would have happened if his father was still alive. None of this would have happened if it weren’t for him.
He bowed his head with a weary sigh, buffeting the petals of one of the nearby flowers that seemed to have cropped up in abundance. The air felt heavy, and soon winter would come and bury everything in a blanket of white. He often wondered if he should
What If TOTH Contest Entry - FictionWhat If TOTH Contest Entry - Fiction3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"This is not up for discussion, Violet," Flash stated apathetically, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone. "I don't know why you think it's a negotiable matter."
The sun had nearly set in the west, painting the sky with warm hues of pink and purple before finally wisping into a vast canvas of speckled indigo. It was the most beautiful time of day in the land of Chevaline, but neither the indignant mare nor the obstinate stallion paid any heed to the evening brilliance. The only thing on Flash's mind was overseeing the shift change of the guard-stallions on duty; a task that was becoming exceedingly hampered by his annoyance of a mate.
"Francis is my son as much as he is yours!" Violet snapped, her emerald eyes rolling with disbelief. "How dare you try and take him away from me!"
"Don't you want what's best for our son, dear?" he questioned, softening his tone to hopefully win her over without delving into a tedious discussion.
"I still have things to teach him!" the roan mare ob
my soul is leakingthe steady drip drip of it in the kitchenmy soul is leaking3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sink has me grinding my teeth
what a waste you said, and in vain
tried to tighten the taps as I laughed
a waste!indeed I am.
you told me, pride is a virtue you seem to be lacking
and I said pride leaves the blinds open and you laughed
and left the the blinds open.
Shiny black patent shoes, I watched as you were
lowered into the ground and wondered if that's where life got you,
if that's where life always got you,
what good is pride anyway?
Welcome HomeMy shadow is cast in all directionsWelcome Home3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lights shine brighter for me
My footfalls are hard on the pavement
I will not be stopped
I chased Death out the door
and under the pallor of the night sky,
she worked her way into my chest
Her fingers ventured forth
with the warmth to melt my iron doors
Now I smoke a cigarette in the bone yard
I sit here waiting, praying
for someone to lie by my side
The wind moans like a lover in my ear
It whispers 'come back to me'
Walk with me through my haunted places
If we grow a shadow, it'll soon disappear
I can show you beauty,
if you follow longer than fear allows
The smaller lights cast a greater glow
in the blackest of places
How Kids Eat[How Kids Eat]How Kids Eat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What really happens when kids eat food?
Almost the same as blowing a kazoo
Food be used as food but other things too
We really don't care they're fun to chew!
Here's to chocolate! A marvelous thing!
A tasty delight that has another fun use
To smear on the face with gooey choco-juice
Makes for great camouflage and very messy games
Vegetables and fruits we'll never ever touch
Eying them suspiciously like spies in a bunch
Strangely enough these loops of fruit
go down the hatch without dispute!
If ice-cream doesn't melt and run down our arms
it isn't real at all and should sound your alarm!
If it's real and cold then don't come close
since it looks much better as a splat on your clothes!
Have you ever seen a child with baked beans?
Or for that matter eating salad greens?
Neither have I.
A good way to tell that they taste very iffy
If the dog takes a sniff and runs away in a jiffy
Candies and snacks and chocolate milk too!
Make a healthy diet from
We're DeadMommy screams. Loud, agonizing, tortured cries. She pounds her head on the steering wheel like a heavy metal concert guitarist except this isn't a stage and she can't play any instruments.We're Dead3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
This isn't a performance and I'm going to die.
"I'll kill us both!" she pulls my hair. Pulls it to the driver's side and I think my head will come off and I'm afraid it won't.
"We can die together!" and I don't think this suicide pact is optional.
She lets go of my hair and I'm crying. My 9-year-old body folds into itself and I don't want to die this way. I imagine our shattered car with its shattered people embedded in an innocent lamppost and I don't want to die but I know I will.
"Nobody loves me. You don't love me. We might as well die now!" Her throat is raw. Broken like every other part of her. Her roars are louder than anything any human should be able to make and the car is flying, flying over the road.
I'm crying like a child with horrible, hyperventilating tears. It's the kind of crying tha
SnowfallFeaturing Nuala & LonánSnowfall11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Early Winter, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenmore, Firefly Glade
She’d been here before. Of course she’d been here before, it was her home, but she’d been here before. Her whole world was light, like a dream, one she’d had more than once. Her magic surrounded her, motes of snow dancing in the air as they gently fell, glowing like fireflies in the light that came from her very soul. It cast a warm pool of pale gold around her, a beacon in the half-light of evening. This time though she knew it wasn’t a dream. She could feel it, real and corporeal.
She cantered swiftly through the forest, her feet finding the path without having to be told where to go. She hardly had to think; she knew where she was going. Every part of her knew. She’d wanted to return
Ashen Sky-Chapter 5 Revised"They're catching up too fast!" Tess shouted. "We're not going to be able to outrun them, Matt!"Ashen Sky-Chapter 5 Revised3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matt glanced over his shoulder to find that Tess was right---their pursuers were gaining on them, and fast.And here I had hoped we'd be facing a shambling zombie apocalypse. But nooo they just had to be sprinters, Matt grumbled to himself.
He quickly scanned his surroundings. It was better to have higher ground against this type of enemy. He spotted a large warehouse with a metal ladder scaling the side to a door a good three stories off the ground.
The trio bolted for the warehouse, Matt ushering the girls up the narrow stairway before following after, making a clumsy climb backwards as to not lose sight of their pursuers.
They were grotesque. Matt noticed this now that he actually had time to look. These ones must have gone off the deep-end quite a while ago and by the looks of things, they had been maiming and killing ever since. There were f
Summer LoveWhen I was eight I hated summerSummer Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was juice-box sticky
and every day I scraped myself
off my sheets
and poured my body into a glass.
I don't remember peeling my legs
off a wooden chair come June,
but how our hands were damp with nerves
when we held them,
how the AC on the bus was too much
so my scarf became your blanket and
we ate curry with my parents
before I fell asleep on your shoulder.
Or when you told me not to swim too far out
and the ocean was too cold,
how you got sunburned and I bit my tongue
so hard holding back
"I told you so"
that I swear I bled,
your eyes reflecting the fish at the aquarium,
how you teased me
when I couldn't stay awake through any movie.
You bring comfort to the heat.
I have forgotten other summers.
I RememberTheir eyes are watching me, trying to catch me breaking.I Remember2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They zone in on my weakest points-
The pieces of me that could give it all away.
I can't believe how much they resemble vultures, eager to rip me to shreds.
When was the last time you saw him?
Now that wasn't an obvious question or anything.
My ears pick up on the deadness in his voice.
The answer is an easy one. Duh.
But why let them know?
Come now, Joanne. Don't just shrug. You have to want us to find him. What if he's hurt?
Ah, they're going for the guilt approach. Not very original.
This is a serious business. Do you understand what this could mean for his whole family?
They think his family actually cares?
My eyes snap in his direction, narrowing slightly.
Are they really that idiotic?
He told me himself about all the crap they put him through.
He wouldn't want me to make any of this easier on them.
Joanne, it would mean the world if you could help us,
A Ticklish Apocalypse, Chapter 12A Ticklish ApocalypseA Ticklish Apocalypse, Chapter 122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 12: Taking the Battle to the Beast
Daffyd awoke to the sensation of a throbbing headache; the usual side effect of the Confessor's touch. He opened his eyes to find himself staring upwards towards the high roof of the fearsome vampire's "dungeon". He was appalled, yet not surprised to find himself strapped down spread-eagle on a worktable; chains reinforcing the bonds. His arms and legs were stretched out tight; a bit more than was comfortable, and a chain passed over his waist; the cold metal touching his stomach a bit, stinging him with the icy cold. The young mutant looked about as best he could, but there was no sign of his captor. Tugging at his bonds proved to be utterly futile; the Confessor had made sure to bind him well. He wasn't going anywhere. Daffyd closed his eyes, and struggled to hold back his imminent tears of fear and despair. Blinky was dead, and there was no way that hi
Essence of silenceEver so silentEssence of silence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cross the shores of the eternal waves.
Lightbeams are the rude intruders
That enter and leave and betray
Ever so blurred
The image of the Could Have Been remains.
I stare at the flicker
That dances and swings and searches
Ever so stunned
I'm shaking with the violent thought.
Darkness beach wants me to leave
So I can feel and mock and soothe
Ever so broken
An old tune reaches my brain synapses.
Waves crushing on the sand
So I have to move - forward or backward.
Cold or unknown.
Ashen Sky-Chapter 10 RevisedThe group was now running down the ruined streets of Chicago, ducking down alleys and behind cars any time they saw anyone else coming. The last thing Matt wanted was to run into a pack of zombies in a city he did not know or worse, run into a group like his who thought they were zombies. Shoot first, ask questions later it's like a dang video game, Matt thought darkly. No wonder Sara hasn't seemed out of her element this entire time.Ashen Sky-Chapter 10 Revised3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In twenty minutes' time, they were in the heart of the city. Shots and screams echoed down the streets, carried on the Chicago wind. It was getting cold. They needed to find shelter from the zombies, but also from the weather. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating Willis Tower in an eerie way. The Sears Tower, Matt corrected. Chicago had never been his to call home, but he still felt a strange affinity for the architectural focal point of the city. I seriously hope Sara still remembers her way around this
A ThreadA Thread2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When the bell had finally rung and I had flown from my seat, I reached the front of the school in what had to have been a record time. I paused for a moment and cleared myself, then slowly opened the doors and stepped out.
Not even twenty feet away was a small blue car jam-packed with people.
As the window rolled down and his face appeared, I tried not to panic as I realized he expected me to get inside.
He called for me and gestured that there was plenty of room.
Feeling my hands and legs trembling, I tried not to show the nervousness building up inside.
Not even glancing at the other people in the car, I quietly asked where I was supposed to sit. I heard a quiet snicker as he told me there was room on his lap.
Feeling my face turn bright red I looked away. I didn't want him to realize how impossible that would be for me. So I started to give an excuse, some reason that it just wouldn't work out today.
But even as the words left my lips I hoped he would ask.
I wanted to know that h
The LampI threw that lamp away today. The tall, floor lamp with the faux brass finish. A dream-catcher and a cat that loves feathers just so happened to spell out its demise in a violent dissonance of shattered glass, cat yowling, and the pounding of my own heart in my ears. I just find it strange that, of all the times it's fallen in my room before and though it landed on carpet this time, the etched glass bowl chose now to break.The Lamp3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It made me remember that day. You know...you remember, don't you? Dad and I had slaved for days painting the walls and putting up that wallpaper mural. It wasn't until after we had finished our task that we realized none of my old bedroom things went with my new, more mature décor. I had grown out of the pastel hearts, and lacey pillows, and teddy-bears. I'd moved on to Italian vistas, and marble pillars, and rich wood. I slept that first night beneath the pink and white striped bed covers that I had used for the last twelve years of my life, silently bemoaning
p o w d e rp o w d e r4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
amidst the blooming flowers
of the morning
sat a boy with star struck eyes
something glimmered in his palm
a feeble glow
of something bigger than his world
he lifted it to the grey skies above
and up it rose
to scatter the clouds with rain
CrostroseIn a remote region of a forgotten land, the Crostrose Temple stands as a symbol of tranquility and help. The injured were cared for without cost, those without shelter were freely given it, and for those who could not afford to support their children a good home was created. The Crostrose Temple stood as a place of help for all.Crostrose2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Many in the forgotten land could not afford to feed a growing son, and the temple acted as an orphanage for these boys. When they turned sixteen they were faced with a choice: Make their own way in the world or take the vow of silence as the last step to become a monk. Most chose to make their own way in the world.
The boys all went through the steps of becoming a monk, except the vow. In this way, they were given a choice when they were of age. Each boy was told how they came to the temple when they were sixteen, and each made their choice of how to proceed in their life.
Each boy save one.
Jaren had been born in the temple and had lived all his life within it
memories don't just fadeMy eyes are red and bloodshot, with low-lying eyelids.memories don't just fade3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I widen them; it stings a little.
So I squeeze them shut, and open them again
- very slowly.
I've been sobbing on my pillow; it's smudged with my mascara.
Why didn't I take my makeup off before I went to bed?
What was the point of that question?
I sigh, I know exactly why there's no room in my mind
for thoughts about skincare.
I turn back to the mirror on my bedside, and trail my gaze down from my pathetic eyes
toward a purple gash running diagonally from my cupids bow
to the left side of my cheek.
My lip is split, so it hurts to talk now.
"If I slice your mouth sweetie, you'll remember that you mustn't talk." That's what was said.
My body jolts, I turn the mirror away. I don't want to look at my face anymore.
I shut my eyes - gingerly, to save myself pain -
and I tried my very best
to go to sleep.
He's Gone, He's Replaced - Novel PrologueHe's Gone, He's Replaced - Novel Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue: He's Gone
I was wandering again. Mama always told me not to wander, especially not when it was getting dark and the weather did not look too calm. But did I listen to her? No, I did not. What teenage boy willingly listened to his mama?
A slight, almost nonexistent, falter came upon my step as I approached the edge of the field. Demon's Grasslandthat is what the other boys and girls called it. Stories of mystery, disappearance, even death came of this field, this so-called "grassland" . . . only it was not grassland exactly.
There was no grass therejust tracks of thick sludge and mud and tire tracks that were wider than me and my brother pressed chest to chest.
I thought nothing of the low storm clouds, the brisk breeze that brought about the fresh odor of an oncoming downpour. Maybe I should have. Yes, I should have paid much more attention as I took those hundred or so paces into the field, away from my home and family.
A breeze, cold