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
To WarBring up words, take up armsTo War2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
strike out quick, strike out strong
To War, my brethren- To War
backed by none, backed by lords
clad in metal, clad in nil
conquer all, make them kneel
To War, my friends- To War, my kin
cut out hate, cut out sin
take 'em, hold 'em, strike 'em- dead
To War, To War, til all runs red
cut off heads, cut off limbs
take their jewels, take their rings
ride on horses, ride on steel
go to battle, make it real
To War, my friends- To War, my kin
To War, To War, with happy grin.
Darkfic - The Confrontation It was the end. He couldn't take it anymore, he simply couldn't after all that happened. All that his existence allowed to happen.Darkfic - The Confrontation1 year ago in Drama More Like This
He'd meant good, he'd meant to eliminate the issue, yet it had backfired horribly. The little control Livid had over his body, had doubled and the poor scientist's efforts were for naught.
Livid's rampaging crimes had ruined so much, caused such agony to his friends...Lalna simply couldn't live with the guilt.
He waited as his laser charged up. Ridge had erased everyone's memories, but Lalna could never forget, not while Livid reminded him of all the vile acts he'd done.
Tonight would be different, he'd finally be able to rest. He'd finally be at peace.
And so, as he waited, he sang softly to himself.
"Its over now I know inside,
No one will ever know...
The sorry tale of
And those who died..."
He sighed and looked back at his labcoat, which he'd taken off as soon as he reached the secluded castl
40. Due Date40. Due Date3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
40. Due Date
Reader X North Italy
You woke up to the ringing of your phone. You groaned as you rolled over to see that it was two in the morning. The phone rang again so you rolled out of your bed to walk over to the receiver to answer it in a groggy voice. "Hello?"
"OH! ________! It`s Ambera! He`s acting funny! I think he`s dying!" Your friend Feli sobbed over the line. Ambera was the cat Feli had adopted off the street just a few days ago. You held back a sigh as you started to look around for some clothes, defiantly not wearing your night gown.
"I`ll be over in just a moment Feli, just try to stay calm or it may make it worse." You say as you slide on a pair of sweat pants that you had worn but where still clean. Anytime any of your friend`s pets had a problem they would call you. You had taken a vet clinic but never actually used the knowledge to go into the profession.
"Ok he is hiding in his box I`ll be waiting." Feli said as he hung up. You put the phone down and fo
9 Consejos para tu logotipo.9 Consejos para tu logotipo.4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Diseñar logotipos es una de las cosas más difíciles a las que un diseñador se enfrenta. Pese a esto, la mayoría de los diseñadores sobre todo los principiantes siguen creyendo que es una cosa muy fácil y trivial. En el mundo hay muy pocos grandes diseñadores de logotipos pero habrá algunos que saben hacer un trabajo decente cuando hace falta. Reciente es difícil encontrar diseñadores de logos que por lo menos no produzcan basura.
No puedo decirte como ser un gran diseñador de logotipos (si lo supiera, lo sería), para eso hace falta experiencia, preparación y quizá talento. Pero lo que puedo es darte unos cuantos consejos, para que al menos, tus diseños apesten un poco menos y quizá se aproximen a algo bueno.
1. No uses más de una tipografía.
Un diseñador habilidoso puede usar dos, pero tu no, tu limítate a una sola tipografía. Creeme, no hay nada que grite "a
Beetlejuice - Their Time ComesTheir Time ComesBeetlejuice - Their Time Comes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If she could see him right now, Betelgeuse bet Lydia Deetz would throw every curse she knew at him. He was watching her from the corner of her bedroom with a grin on his face, a grin that she would have gladly slapped off if she could see him.
The thing with kids these days was they grew up too damn fast and lost track of what they believed in too easily. Lydia turned out to be no different. As she grew older, she paid less and less attention to the specters around her and focused more and more on her schooling, her job, her life. It was when her life became more important than death that Betelgeuse knew he'd lost his second chance with her, for the time.
That was the thing about life that no one seemed to realize anymore. It was short, horribly so. And now Lydia Deetz's short time of eighty-three years was coming to an end. Her black hair was snow white now, thinned and held messily together in a loose bun. Her dark brown eyes had lost thei
...If you saw yourself now.Do you remember that time?...If you saw yourself now.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I chopped off the hair of my Barbie doll because you told me it would grow. I remember asking for you to prove it, and you did. You sliced into the hair, brushed it... then (I don't know what you did) I swear the hair was longer, and you gave me enough hope, belief, for me to try it too.
It seems that I was always the follower, always trusting you, always expecting things to turn out ok and when it didn't... on the rare occasions, you were always there. Always there.
Do you remember that time?
We got in so much trouble, but you stood there with that defiant lip of yours jutting out, your hands fisting over from the strain of trying to cross your arms as well, but managing to restrain yourself so that our parents didn't scream at us even more.
...and after that ordeal, you did it all over again as if to prove yourself, and to everyone else, that no one was in charge of your body, mind, soul.
Do you remember that time?
It might take you a
Phan: Forbidden Love [Part 7]Phan: Forbidden Love [Part 7]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sitting in the summer sun by a large tree, the fresh green leaves providing some shade as Dan rested his tired body against the soft blades of grass, he allowed himself to fantasize about his teacher, indulging in his thoughts as he grinned to himself, hands behind his head of chocolate locks and eyes closed as he imagined vividly what he wanted to do and have done to him by Mr. Lester.
There was a sudden shadow cast over him, his brow furrowing as he opened his eyes to see a freckled faced girl with slightly tanned skin and bright red hair looking down at him with the biggest smile that showed all her pearly whites.
"Hey!" She exclaimed cheerily, grey eyes sparkling as she beamed down at him, waiting for a reply.
"Hi..." Dan replied hesitantly, raising an eyebrow slightly as the girl continued to smile at him, deciding to seat herself down beside him, his eyes following her as she did.
"My names Cerise, meaning cherry red, it's a French name, did you know?" she spoke fast, her voice b
Request: EnglandXReaderXSpain Part 1Request: EnglandXReaderXSpain Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Another peaceful day for the Allies " (Name) sighed as she dramatically opened the double doors to reveal her comrades already bickering. "Oh will you all quit it already!!" She shouted. England and France stopped a little but continued to go back and forth. "Oui? Well everyone knows that I have the biggest-"
"SHUT IT YOU CHEEKY MONKEY!!"
England was fuming, but decided to just calm down and go sit next to (Name), who of which had taken her seat during the commotion.
"So (Name), how are you today?" He tried to make casual conversation but he knew for a fact she wasn't going to be happy, he knew she hated it when people fought. (Name) was a very peace oriented girl, and this you might find coincidental but she represented Liverpool, England. You know? Where the all famous JOHN LENNON was born and raised? No, okay so just pretend you know for my sake, yeah? Anyway, she hated it when he and France would always break out fighting, even about the most trivial things! He ex
dragonsA creature of myth,dragons7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or so many believe-
They fill fairytales,
And haunts the past.
It's fierce eyes,
Gazing upon you,
staring into your being-
It's fiery breath,
The stench of lost souls-
Dried blood upon its talons,
A victim of the past-
The dragon's burning heart,
Driving his wings-
To spread his will-
To soar through the sky,
claiming it as his own-
The creatures driven,
By they're own being.
Silken SilenceThere once was a little spider,Silken Silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who wove a web on the windowsill,
insidious eyes always watching,
body tensed as if time was still.
The flies would never notice,
a figure as focused as he,
as they buzzed into their deathbed,
he would later feast with glee.
Mummified to be murdered,
lives wrapped away with white,
as his legs spun faster their hearts beat slower
till' they stopped squirming, gave up the fight.
If they had not been caught in the spiders web,
would have wandered wall to wall for days.
Their false freedom was gone, through they knew not,
glass would have stopped their escape anyways.
In the spider's mind a favour had been dealt,
the flies fates had been fulfilled.
Are we all just flies, no chance to survive,
killing time until we are killed?
Copyright ©2011 LYNETTE EMERY. All rights reserved.
Talking catsI wonder what a cat would say,Talking cats9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If it should choose to speak one day.
Would it confess to you the time,
It had committed that awful crime.
They'd say it was outside the house,
Where it tracked and killed that little mouse.
Or would it share what it knows best?
The perfect place to have a rest.
These thoughts I have now in my head,
Stay with me as I go to bed.
One day I hope we will find out,
What these cats really think about.
But as I look at mine and smile,
I know it wont be for a while.
Early Morning Gift - One-shotEarly Morning Gift - One-shot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My eyes open to the soft sunlight spilling into our room, lighting up the floor that is littered with articles of clothing from last night. My ass is sore, but that's alright; last night was worth it.
I roll over and study his face, watching him sleep. No matter how long we've been together like this, I will never get over how breath-taking he is, with those long, ebony lashes that brush his cheek, the warm emerald eyes beneath.
I sit up, stretching my arms above my head. I glance at my phone for the time, smiling as I see it seven fifteen. Perfect.
I get up and saunter into the shower, kinda regretfully, seeing as how I smell like him. I reason with myself that I live with him, I smell like him all the time.
I shave while I'm in there, wash some glitter from my hair wonder, how did that even get in my hair? I hum as I step out, going back into our room, smiling at the sight of Gerard. Since I've left, he's curled up on my side of the bed, blan
IndistinctYou have not a voice, so that you can whisper.Indistinct2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
Manika: Teddy's ConfessionManika: Teddy's Confession11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
IT WAS SAID that Manika had been crafted out of pain. As a means of expressing whatever it was that had begun to claw at the insides of a man's heart.
And he – our "Father", the one being who created us, was so much like the Christian God who made the world and man upon that world, all because He could not think to exist in nothingness and the void of utter silence.
And so, upon carving out two eyes, he bestowed upon a simple block of wood the vision of something so close to whatever it is that makes humans what they are. By painting these eyes, he opened up the worlds and layers that show the complexities of a soul yet to be in full fruition.
By shaping lips that did not exactly smile nor frown, he gave the form a personality and a voice to speak for it. The purpose of such a shape, was to mimic people as truthfully as he could – for no one person was always altogether happy, nor always altogether sad.
He also gave her two hands, his way, perhaps, of showing his own need to
When Dragons Die"It's on the beach!"When Dragons Die2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's on the beach.
Amy Dale fingered the pack of cigarettes in the baggy pocket of her jeans as she moved with the rush of the crowd towards the lake, her mind fuzzy with shock. Could it really have come to this? After all these years of hundreds of people searching, working, chasing, probing, trying to pin down the elusive Loch Ness 'monster' - after all her years of work, studying and scraping by and manuveuring with difficulty through her scanty network until she was part of the latest team sent searching for it - all of that ended like this?
It washed up on the shore?
She left most of the crowd behind at the first ring of policemen trying to keep unnecessary people away from the 'monster.' Flashing her ID, she slipped through them and went forward more slowly, the wet ground squelching under her rubber boots. The bulk of the dead creature was perfectly visible now, rising in a steady curve above the heads of the people surrounding it, pointing and talking
Little PiggiesLittle Piggies3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This little piggy went to market...
But not just any market -- she went to the best market in town, the one with the friendliest service and a proper selection of the finest goods, because as everyone knows there's more to value than price.
This little piggy stayed home
Due to issues relating to mild agoraphobia. But once she overcame those she found her inner strength and eventually went the furthest of them all.
This little piggy had roast beef
Partly due to a long-standing feud started back on the farm; she eventually put those feelings aside, but that didn't stop her from opening a steak house.
This little piggy had none
Because she's a strict vegan for both health and ethical reasons. She's commonly held in high regard, and was instrumental in solving the complex issues of the feud. She's sometimes bothered with the familial steak-house association.
This little piggy went, "Whee! Whee! Wh
A Day's WorkI have spent my entire life on the grid. There is really nothing special in that, by now, most people have. Humanity made the change from actual to virtual reality about the same time that we all moved underground, half a century ago. Within months though, virtual reality became crowded and unsafe, trolls under every bridge and little rat viruses cluttering up the information waterways. That's why they made the grid. To control and regulate so everything runs smoothly. I'm one of the people who help with that. I clean out the scum by the rivers, dispatch, kill, and delete their code. Erase them from existence. Of course there are people who hate me for that, I just never knew how much.A Day's Work3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I came across a swarm of rats one day, little viruses that look like rodents and chew holes in information. The easiest way to dispatch of them is with a blade. Alright maybe it isn't the easiest, but it does mean I get to say the word 'eviscerate'. I got to wo
EG Sample Chapter 1EG Sample Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A boy of nobility becomes a page, a page becomes a squire, and a squire becomes a knight. Only then does a son of privileged blood become a man in the mountains of Nebo.
To become a page, a boy needs only to reach the tender age of eight. An inevitability. To become a squire, a page needs only to reach the age of twelve. An inevitability. To become a knight, a squire must endure four years of arduous training to condition both his body and soul in such a way that befits a professional warrior and pleases the Phoenix.
At the end of this training, the squire is put to the test. He must earn his knighthood by engaging in combat and killing at least one of his kingdom’s enemies. After completing this task as to which the outcome is most uncertain, only then can a squire become a knight.
We Were All Going to be WonderfulKathy's mom, shaped like a ripe pearWe Were All Going to be Wonderful1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
black-haired, she wore it long, tied back.
She looked foreign, she should have been a gypsy--
silver and red, smoky and asleep;
should have smelled like cardamom or cloves
but she smelled like onions and carrots, potatoes and oregano.
She leaned at the sink in the tiny kitchen
peeling potatoes, head bent, sallow-skinned, heavy-hipped
her dark hair traced with the first lazy spider webs of gray.
We slunk past the gray-mouthed man on the sofa
with his Reds game and his beer;
men weren't soft then, but the new kind was coming along.
The suburbs were a garden
through the hot summer days and the Catholic schools,
and it wasn't the dads who had the dirty fingernails.
But he worked every day, by god he did,
drove a truck fat with bakery goods
flaccid and without souls
(whole wheat was a color not a life.)
Robert kept the kids fed, didn't interfere
with their summer afternoons.
"Come in here, Josie, pull down my pants and make love to me."
She only grunted,
Aradia's Poem Part 1As Maid 0f TimeAradia's Poem Part 13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I deserved m0re
Death came t00 s00n kn0cking at my d00r
When I gave the 8lue-8l00d a vengeful haunting
She saw payback was what she was wanting
That Spider 8itch, wh0 was never kind
T00k c0ntr0l 0f my matesprit's mind
She made him eat the mind h0ney
And then she sent him 0ff t0 me
I greeted him with 0pen arms
Never thinking he w0uld d0 me harm
But it was n0t him behind multic0l0red eyes
It was her, seeking my bitter demise
She then unleashed his psi0nic p0wer
It was then I knew it was my h0ur
A blue-red blast vap0rized my b0dy
A creeping pain felt by every part 0f me
But n0t t0 fear my gh0st remained
With plenty 0f time t0 make her pay
An artist (revised)An artist (revised)11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring blankly at a white sheet of paper
Can truly be an artist’s worst nightmare
An artist’s duty as its shaper
Their thoughts up in the clouds somewhere
Looking for bits of inspiration
Their eyes searching the skies
Nothing can break their concentration
Nothing can blow out the passion in their eyes
Being an artist does not always mean you are skilled
You do not need to be Picasso or Bach
It means you want to see your dream fulfilled
And that you will never give in to an art block
Where Be Dragons?Where Be Dragons?11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where Be Dragons?
'Here Be Dragons'
The old maps do proclaim,
Places beyond name.
Far over teeming, turbulent, ocean swells
Be lands of magic and mystic fable
Where all of dream's strange bestiary dwells
And where may exist the supernatural.
And from thence come glorious, fabulous tales
Sagas of sorcery and great, sweeping quests,
Legends of treasures, artefacts of vast power
Discovered in hidden, death-guarded, chests.
There are shining places of a beauty beyond dreams
And harsh regions of danger, nightmarish and cursed.
Ancient ruins cast shadows, as shining cities stand tall,
And knights may do battle as the dead rise from the earth.
So as I stand here upon this storm-weathered cliff
My heart reaches out over the raging sea wild,
And I think, what of these magic lands of myth
That I was told of as a child?
Whilst the restless charm of the limitless waters
May yet still stir imagination from its lifeless trance,
The momentary beauties of these well-charted quar