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
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
To the CoreMir ist ein bisschen kalt, weil meine Füße im Wasser stehen.To the Core1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Die Fliesen sind blau, Sonnenstrahlen tanzen auf ihnen. Gänsehaut zieht über meine Oberschenkel. Noch weiß ich nicht, ob es kälter wird, wenn ich weiter in das Wasser hineingehe, oder wenn ich hier im flachen Wasser stehen bleibe.
In meinem Bauch breitet sich freudige Erwartung aus.
Dieses Kitzeln auf Höhe des Zwerchfells, was einen dazu veranlasst, schreien zu wollen. Ich unterdrücke es, so gut es geht, und komme doch nicht umhin, kurz auflachen zu müssen.
Mit den Armen fest um meinen Oberkörper geschlungen, um einen Rest Körperwärme zu behalten, wate ich tiefer in das Wasser. Und mit jedem Schritt fühlt es sich so an, als würde ich immer mehr zu Wasser werden. Es saugt den letzten Rest Wärme aus mir heraus.
Meine Haare schwimmen um mich herum, wie eine Korona aus Seetang und im stillen Wasser kann ich mein Herz schlagen und den Puls in den Ohren ra
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
schizophrenia?psychology defines schizophreniaschizophrenia?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as an impairing, delusional disorder
borne in the person’s inexorable inability
to tell right from wrong,
hopeless fantasy from harsh reality,
or even suspicion from acceptance
but aspen is a lovely, flexible woman
with names of imperial animal races
that never belonged to them,
with the countless colors of her eyes that
she makes up with named numbers
written in cursive sharpie on her palms
she takes pills that seem to
dampen & take away those charming
things she always says to me;
the voices don’t haunt or tease her,
they’ve always respected the way she
counted with willpower & the way she lived
psychology defines schizophrenia
as a disorder in which one cannot escape
their head long enough to
stop the thoughts of self-destruction,
to halt the onset of war on their
bodies as the asphalt hits their head
but aspen is a star amid the wreckage
when she asks you to hold her
until she can’t hear the bad numbers
crunching her ears int
Ashen Sky-Chapter 4 RevisedMatt fiddled with the radio dial, trying to find a station that was broadcasting anything but the emergency signal. The only one he found was a Spanish station. He groaned, slamming his head back against his headrest and causing Peaches to growl in agitation from the back seat. I know I shoulda taken Spanish in College! What good does German do me around here?Ashen Sky-Chapter 4 Revised4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The Quarantine Zone has expanded," Sara said. Matt was about to ask her to tell him something he didn't already know when she continued. "Breakouts being reported well outside of the original zone. There are now four quarantine zones."
Matt suddenly realized she was translating. "You speak Spanish?"
"I understand Spanish. Can't speak it," Sara corrected in a rush, holding up a finger to silence him as she continued. "New quarantine zones extend in fifty mile radiuses around Detroit, Michigan some town in Indiana I've never heard of and " Matt looked to her to find her face drained of
Story of a lying girlThat morning, the sun rose for the fourth time. The vastness of the unfamiliar forest weighted down on her aching shoulders. Back at day one, she discovered that every path looped back to an oak tree. It stood tall in the center of a clearing, much like a beacon of some kind. Still, she thought, if she ended up in this place, then there had to be some way out. It was simply a matter of uncovering the exit.Story of a lying girl2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Attempt after attempt escape failed, and the girl found herself back at this tree once more. With a sigh she rested her back against it. The air tasted of a sleepless summer night; hopeless and warm. The feeling of being stuck in time. Abandonment. It was a feeling that stayed with her, rooted within her heart. You're on your own, is what she told herself these days. It'll be okay. Just gotta keep on going. There is no other way but ahead.
She looked up at the rosy sky. Solitude let to thinking, and thinking revealed old wounds that she knew would open again once she nu
SnowfallLonán and NualaSnowfall1 year 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
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
Afraid of the NightAfraid of the Night3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A struggle for sleep with screaming silence
Darkness cloaks the building violence
In a state of fear that rattles my nerves
For the blissful sunrise my soul yearns
Creatures searching, for blood they seek
The Eyes that watch as I fall asleep
Blood runs through me cold as ice
Let free the earthbound sacrifice
Swirling and twisted, the shadows stain
A throbbing fear that fills my brain
A gaseous shadow in front of me
What is this black figure I see?
A demon which whispers empty sound
With a snarling face and teeth of a hound
I hide beneath my blanket and sheets
With each step, the floorboards creek
Advancing closer I hear its breath
Bracing for my untimely death
A dash to the light switch saves my life
I have survived another night
Slender Son - part 2 Home. I arrive there before school is even through. The incident has drained all of my patience for people. Mother is home already, napping on the couch. I drop my stuff in my room, which is still just a room full of boxes and a mattress not on a bed-frame yet. Then, I venture out to the backyard. This is the whole reason I've chosen this as my new home. The backyard leads directly into a huge forest. I've only ever very briefly checked it out before, but it seems nice. There is some life in it, plants and many animals, mostly birds or rodents. Not dark and dead. I don't like things like that. Death isn't what I want. Sometimes it is necessary, but that does not mean I enjoy it.Slender Son - part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After I find a suitable place to enter, I climb through what seems like a portal to a different world. There are some birds calling to each other, but other than that, silence. Peace. Peace seems a quality all too hard to find, to me. So I take it when
Change meChange me.Change me3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Take control of my feet and lead me to a place of war. Let me wander and see the destruction, the pain, the disillusions and give me shelter so I get harmed only inside. But do not break me.
Take control of my ears and lead me to a place of truth. Search and find me, tell me everything about myself. But do not disrespect me.
Take control of my hands and lead me to a place of art. Show me how to create and destroy, give me time to satisfy my soul. But do not imprison me.
Take control of my tongue and lead me to a place of lies. Make me join and pretend and laugh and act like I never thought I would. But do not believe me.
Take control of my heart and lead me to a place love. Carress me, light my fire and show me the secrets of desire. But do not possess me.
Take control of my eyes and lead me to a place of beauty. Show me that there's more to life than I thought. But do not leave me.
But let me keep my self.
Ashen Sky-Chapter 3 RevisedZombie Apocalypse, Matt thought as he loaded his Katana swords, a backpack full of food and water, and his cat into his two-door Acura. I mean, really?Ashen Sky-Chapter 3 Revised4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It all seemed a little too cliché to him. Zombies were at an all-time high right now in pop culture. There were hundreds of movies, hundreds of videogames, even books being written. Or rewritten. Pride and Prejudice and Zombies? What the eff is that? Matt was still half-convinced this was some sort of elaborate practical-Halloween-joke that everybody but him was in on. He laughed grimly to himself. I've believed in this type of thing my whole life, and the second it actually starts to happen, I'm the biggest skeptic of 'em all. That just figures.
"I'm ready!" Sara shouted from the doorway of the apartment. She was hauling a duffle-bag bigger than her petite frame behind her.
"What the hell is in that thing?" asked Matt, annoyed. "We're gonna be gone like six hours, not six weeks!"
Sara shrugged and grinn
BogeymanDo you hear the creaking in the hallway?Bogeyman2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of heavy foot falls on old floorboards
Hiding under your bed won’t help, child
Nor will locking your door
You’ve been a bad child; he’s coming to get you
If only you had been good
He’ll stuff you in a sack and carry you away
He’s hiding under your bed, sweetie; you better go to sleep
I could have protected you if you were good
Why didn’t you just take your pills?
The bogeyman is coming, yes the bogeyman’s coming
You best swallow your pills and lay your head down, sweet baby; before he takes you away.
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
daVinci Society - NOW IT'S YOUR TURN!Did you ever want to take part in your own novel? Did you want to see how your own character idea turned out to do or how a place you designed suddenly became an important part in the history of persons - but without writing yourself?daVinci Society - NOW IT'S YOUR TURN!3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is YOUR chance.
Let me introduce you the
This society is actually a university: the biggest, yet most secret arts university of the entire world. Situated on an island group in the Pacific and financed by a group of art-loving richmen, unknown talents of all styles and ages come to learn and live at the campus for three years.
These are their stories.
The special thing about it is that YOU are the ones to contribute whatever you want, for example:
What should be mentioned
Name of the character (First name and family name):
Teacher or Pupil:
Family (so if he/she is married, brothers and sisters, children, aun
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?
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.
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
Ashen Sky-Chapter 2 RevisedThe news reports came in every ten minutes with more and more falling ill with the strange disease. Still, no one had died, but families of the sick revealed that the Alzheimer's-like symptoms occurring after the sickness had passed were taking only hours to onset now instead of days or weeks. There was still no report of how the disease spread or even when it truly was. Scientists and doctors at the Chicago campus of the University of Illinois were beginning to believe this was a hybrid of several different bacterial and viral strains, but no manner of medication could ease the ill, and no manner of experimentation could reveal anything further. The disease was simply evolving too fast. They were calling it Mutant Strain U.Ashen Sky-Chapter 2 Revised4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matt had no left his couch since Sara had turned on the news three hours prior. She had brought over the pizza that he barely touched. He hardly noticed that she had eaten a whole two-thirds of it herself, though he did vaguely recall wondering where she put it all