MemoryI rested with a light pink blooming cherry-tree branch on my chest. The wind flowed along the river banks, somewhere out of sight, beyond the buildings and the yard. My silk attire lay on the ground like the wings of a butterfly, and the brook flowed past me in the direction of the snow-topped mountains.Memory2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wished you had picked me up like a flower from the garden, held my flourishing body for a while before I wilted away. You could have been handsome like a pine tree, your eyes always the same green. We could have lived entwined with each other like light and shade.
When I walked around these yards, the Moon followed me among the pillars and watched me through the windows. I put a little doll that looked like me into one of the miniature temples and placed a tiny garland on her hair. Every night, the doll sang to me of distant lands on the border between dreams and reality.
I saw you every day in the daylight, riding along the sides of the mountains and the linings of the clouds on a s
Ghost Boy: Glitches can't leave their games...Ghost Boy: Glitches can't leave their games3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Glitches can't leave their games
"King Candy's here?!" cried Felix fearfully, his rosy cheeks whitening visibly in the twilight-indigo glow of the code vault. "But how would he have managed to get past Tammy and Ralph?!"
"I don't mean here in the codes, I mean here in the castle!" corrected Turbo. Electric self-preservation impulses were flicking to life up and down his spine, almost like glitches, but much more worrisome and panicky. "Maybe he's coming towards here, but...I don't know, I just know that he's close! I can feel it! We're running out of time!"
Felix glanced again at the tumor-like malware embedded into Turbo's coding block, then nodded briskly. "And I guess you would know. All right, kiddo, hold my hand. We're getting out of here now." He grabbed Turbo's wrist with an unusually strong, protective grip and reached out into the darkness, tugging twice in quick succession on the licorice rope that kept them tethered. A second later, they were both
Big vs SkinnyYou say that big is beautifulBig vs Skinny3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That it's the new 'in thing'
You talk about how nice I'd look
If only I weren't thin
But will you come to realise
That it really isn't right
To say that we're not big enough
And take our name in spite?
You may have gotten insults
From some idiotic men
But when you call us skin and bones
You're just as bad as them
To say that big is beautiful
Is fine and true to say
To say that big is better
Is to think a hateful way
Nothing's better, nothing's 'right'
We're built to look unique
To say we're pretty, big and skinny
That's the peace I seek
It's easier to get along
When we're not starting fights
To see the wars of big vs skinny
Aren't such pretty sights
So lets find a happy medium
To stop this pointless hate
Let's have respect for everyone
No matter what their weight
And when we all abide by this
We'll see what happens then
A world full of less hate and fear
And more friendship again
Our Beloved DeathOur Beloved Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death, silent and sly
Death, cold and still
Death, possessive and dark
Death, a blessing of grief
Death, takes no prisoners
Death, hunts us like game
Death, we all fear it
Death, wraps its black wings around us
Death, it pulls us in
Death, has no emotions
Death, rules us all
Ways to get killed by Rogal DornTen ways to get killed by Rogal Dorn:Ways to get killed by Rogal Dorn4 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Walk into his room and say to him(even if his nightlight is turned off or he does not have one.)"AHHHH how cute you still sleep with your nightlight on to scare away Curz?"
2. Walk up to him and say, "So how is Horus today? Opps, I forget you are trying to kill each other now right?"
3. Ask him if he still cry's at night when he thinks about Curz beating him up, and then gently pat his...leg (as that is far as you can probably reach) and tell him "It will all be OK, until Horus comes." In a comforting voice.
4. If after this he threatens/looks like he wants to kill you say, "Now don't go all Angron on everyone." Then run and hide behind the Emperor.
5. Remind him that the Emperor always loved Horus, unconditionally more then any of his other sons, and then add. "To bad he won't ever love you like that."
6. In the middle of his preparations (a few weeks before the battle of terra)of defensive strategy for the coming battle, stand a little ways aw
Wherever it's Christmas (p.1)Amy has decided it's time to celebrate Christmas in the Tardis, whether the guys like it or not.Wherever it's Christmas (p.1)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“We missed Christmas!” Amy declared from the top of the stairs.
Rory and the Doctor looked up from where Rory was handing the Doctor tools as the Time Lord fixed something under the console.
“Nonsense,” the Doctor said, “this is a time machine, it can be Christmas anytime you want.”
“In that case I declare tomorrow to be Christmas,” Amy said as she stumped down the stairs.
“Tomorrow!” Rory said with a yelp.
“Why not today?” the Doctor asked as he jumped up and flexed his fingers, ready to type in coordinates. "I seem to remember they have a very good Christmas on...”
“Oh, no. We’re not just going to gate crash someone else’s Christmas, we’re going to make our own.” She slung an arm around each of them. “My very first Christmas with my boys,” she said with satisfacti
GuinevereAt night when Arthur is gone, she comes to him so silently he thinks at first he must be dreaming. Moonlight paints her in stark black and silver like a nightmare made real. Later when she has fallen asleep against him, he watches her dream with her mouth curved into a smile. He does not know it that first night, but she will always fall asleep the same way—her fingers woven into his dark hair, so irrevocably caught up in him he cannot move away.Guinevere10 years ago in Historical More Like This
In the day he makes a study of the way bruises fade, yellowing around the edges, coin-shaped marks in the hollows of her thin wrists where he has held her too tightly, and he feels strangely vindicated. In the day he longs for her, and in the night he takes a savage satisfaction in leaving his marks on her, partly to punish her for being so beautiful, for making him betray his best friend, and partly so that he can think of them later when she is by Arthur's side and know that this is no dream.
Dance With MeDance With MeDance With Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you teach me how to dance
Show me each step and stance,
I want to dance with you away
Into a brighter day,
Let us waltz across the room
Just like we're bride and groom,
Let us dance over the sea
Across the stars and moonbeams,
Let us sway into the night
Where we're painted in silver light,
Let us dance through the fire
As we make a path of desire,
Let us sway into the stars
A tango set us free from pain,
And samba brings us through the rain
Let us dance until the end
Forever I'll hold your hand,
The only rhythm that we need
Is your steady heart beat,
The songs of love only we hear
Tenderly in each others ear,
And we both know it is true
As we both whisper, "I love you."
InertiaSometimes, I feel so very sorry forInertia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.
north station"why is it you always come home covered in blood?"north station6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"because i never bring a change of clothes with me."
"is it your blood this time, or someone else's?"
"oh, it's rebecca's."
"why is rebecca bleeding?"
"i think she's stopped by now."
"glad to hear it, but why was she bleeding in the first place?"
"right. rebecca got hit by a train."
"gosh- is she alright?"
"yeah, of course."
"shit, good thing. man, what happened?"
"i told you, rebecca got hit by a train."
"no shit. i mean, how did she get hit by the train?"
"well, see, she was on the tracks at the moment the train was-"
"fuck off. you know what i mean."
"i'm just messing with you."
"are you going to tell me?"
"not really, no."
"because you're an ugly fucker."
"yeah, you are. hey- don't touch me."
"shit- it's not like i want to. just why are you covered in blood?"
"rebecca got hit by a train."
"yeah, i get that. but why are you the one who's bloody?"
"i was too close."
"you were by her when she fell on the trac
MoonlightWe only got caught once.Moonlight2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were about thirty of us at Madelyn Cartwright’s orphanage, the youngest only three and the oldest seventeen. Ella and I were in the middle, young enough to still hope that our parents would show up one day, but old enough to know deep down inside that we were on our own. It was awkward and we were best friends, and that was our life.
Madelyn’s house had a giant staircase that split into two smaller ones when it met the window in the wall. In the middle of the night, the moon would shine through the window and onto the landing, illuminating the stairs with a sort of eerily pale glow. I know this because sometimes, at night, when everyone else was asleep, Ella would sneak out of the girls’ dormitory and I would sneak out of the boys’ and we would meet on that little landing, the moonlight making us look like ghosts.
Sometimes we talked, about Ella wanting to be a nurse and me wanting to be a writer, about our parents and what we thou
You will always be sadImagine this sad and simple scene.You will always be sad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A person sits in the darkness, the
only light shining from an inanimate
object. There is no one at home; this
house is big and lonely. Their eyes
drift rapidly from place to place, they
yearn for stability yet it doesn't happen.
Then the waters start to burn their eye.
They fall uncontrollably, stinging their
flawless face. Suicidal thoughts come
and go, the pain ebbs in and out, but
the darkness forever stays in her soul.
I need to escape this hell, and
remind myself how it felt to be the
innocent person who always had a
chance to be happy. The devil whispers
quickly in my ear saying:
You have no chance.
Sleep paralysisSleep paralysis1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wake up
In the middle of the night
My consciousness burning in the back of my head
No not again
My eyes shoot into different directions
I am trying to control my breath
I feel you
What are you?
My awareness is getting greater
The closer you get to me
But my hands refuse to move
I cannot push
Please let me at least
Turn my head away
I don’t want to see you
The horror is too much
Can I even call it a body?
The big black sinister mass
It is surrounding me
I am powerless so powerless
Come on come on come on
Scream let me scream
Not your eyes please not your eyes
Someone help me
Steal the SkyI'm alive, I wait for sunriseSteal the Sky3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
every day I see the tears
they all say he is no one
all their lives seem to disappear
Everything becomes nothing
heart to stone, or have none
everywhere lives are taken
on the way, there are...
All the things worth dying for, all the things worth dying for
but I'm alive, I'm alive
all the dreams worth dying for, all the dreams worth dying for
and I watch them cry, I watch them cry
He's the son searching for something
we're the ones who fear and pray
life of greed, you are nothing
but I now see we're the same
You don't know what I am here for
we all claim we can see
but don't we know that we've been blinded
I don't know, but there are...
All the things worth dying for, all the things worth dying for
but I'm alive, I'm alive
all the dreams worth dying for, all the dreams worth dying for
and I watch them cry, I watch them cry
You thought that you could steal the sky
when you fail you stop to wonder why
for who can stop anyone who is part of mankind
like a spo
How the Angel of Music Got His WingsChristine: Oh! I'm so lonely and despondent because my lone parental unit has died, rendering me yet another pitiable example of Victorian orphan-dom. I am going to sit here in my dressing room scantily clad in the flickering candlelight whilst my bosom heaves with my sobs of despair.How the Angel of Music Got His Wings3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Erik: Hush, young woman!
Christine: *gasp* What was that? Who are you?
Erik: It is I, a conveniently disembodied, ethereal voice coming from the general vicinity of your mirror. I noticed you are sitting in your dressing room scantily clad in the flickering candlelight whilst your bosom heaves with your sobs of despair. I wish to--
Christine: *gasp: Oh! It's you!
Erik: ......I beg your pardon?
Christine: Oh, I knew you'd come! I knew you would! Father promised you would!
Erik: .....Forgive me, have we met?
Christine: Well, no, not yet, but we were destined to! Father said, "When I am in heaven child, I will send you the Angel of Music!" Well, Father is dead, and now I am being visited by the Angel of Musi
On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.On the Sea Beneath the Sky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
Right Hand, Left HandI wishRight Hand, Left Hand6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
being a lesbian were like
Whenever someone notices
you writing a cheque
or opening a door
And they exclaim:
I wish it were as simple as that.
When it's funny
and I laugh, panicking.
Such stuff punchlines are made on,
that such a casual,
part of myself
has the spotlight shone on it,
And revealed (they think)
their own ignorance,
(How wonderful it is to enlighten someone
And yet I never hear the questions
that logically spring to mind:
"Won't you have trouble with the gearshift
on a car?"
"How do you use scissors?"
"Can you even write
with your right hand?"
I wish all comparisons
NonexistenceI pray to a God I have never seen,Nonexistence7 years ago in Open More Like This
who lives in a world that has never been,
to save my heart that has never felt,
from eternity's failures, eternity's guilt.
My feet step on grounds no men stepped before,
my lips taste the poison, bitter and sore,
yet it does not kill me,
does that mean,
that I am immortal,
or that I've never been?
I pray to a God that may not exist,
while the iron shackle tears up my wrist,
to tell me the difference of being and not,
to show me the memories that I forgot.
My mind flies to places nobody has reached,
to learn that the stars are nothing but bleached,
spots on the dark, they're not even light,
I think that's 'cause real light brings nothing but fright:
It's bound to discover
all crimes, neatly covered.
I pray to a God because maybe he is,
unlike me and the world,
in them I miss
something to reach.
LTS: Reunion "Optimus?"LTS: Reunion5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The young man sprawled heavily over his desk opened his eyes blearily only to close them at the sight of his computer screen. Only the fact that his face was pressed into the stupid spiral on his notebook (and one of his pens was jabbing wickedly into his neck) made Optimus finally pull himself off his work station with a deep groan. He rubbed his cheek and turned around in his chair. "Hey, Dad." He blinked, trying to refocus his eyes enough to see the tall, bearded figure of his father.
Alpha Trion smiled. "Sleep well?"
Optimus groaned and turned with the intention of going back to sleep. "Ah-ah-ah," Alpha chided, catching his son's
MeYou, the one I love, do you understand me?Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know that you are killing me with your words?
Do you know that you are choking me with your thoughts?
Does it show?
That the smile I wear is superficial?
That I keep my feeling locked up?
That I ...hurt...?
What did you say?
You say that you understand
That you know how I feel.
But do you know of the pain that is ripping me appart?
Do you know what is underneath?
Have you opened my heart?
Have you heard my screams for help?
Have you seen that my heart is tearing?
CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I AM ALONE TRAPPED IN THE DARK?
Do you even care?
Your screams are only to make yourself feel better
Your tears are only for self pity,
Yes, you are
That is why you blame me
That is why you hurt me
That is why you DESTROY me
That is how you kill me
That is how you LOVE me
Well, that went well...Flour? Check.Well, that went well...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Um... all the other stuff Check? I think
I looked at the counter doubtfully. Baking was not really my forte. I mean, sometimes there was the occasional (and accidental) success, but other times well. It was probably best not to talk about it. It was a wonder that my parents let me bake after that little incident with the cookies... Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all?
I shook my head. No, I thought. It's his birthday, for crying out loud. I have to do something. How hard can it be?
Immediately I slapped myself. Well, mentally, at least. That right there was a sentence of doom. Anything that would come after those five dreaded words couldn't be good. Still I was rather desperate, and besides, I'm not exactly the luckiest person in the world. A little more bad luck won't really make much of a difference, would it?
"For the love of cod, just get to it already," I told myself reproachfully, fi
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the cruel heavens, wind whipping from the starless smothering blanket above. Thunder roared in fury, cracking alongside his bright lover as she streaked her fire to the lonely earth.
Yes, lightning is a chick. It makes sense. Hair of white-gold light from her glowing moon-face, gown of silver thread spreading down her lithe figure, hem sweeping against the c