Dear Jack FrostDear Jack Frost3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack, when I was a little girl, I would look out my window during winter and watch the snow fall. I had a weak constitution so I was never allowed to go out and play in the snow or I would catch pneumonia. I'd watch the snowflakes fall from inside my room and thank you for them rather than Santa Claus. When I was sick I'd make little paper snowflakes for you and give them to my parents to hang on our tree outside. When I was lonely I'd draw pictures in the frost on my window. I remember you would occasionally open my window to let in a perfectly formed snowflake as if to say, "Look at the beautiful thing I made for you." When I turned 19 my best friend died and I had lost all hope. Yet at the funeral, even though it was in September, you made it snow for me. When I took my own life the last words to leave my lips were, "I'll always believe in you Jack Frost." And I meant it. My only wish is that you remember me.
With love from a lifetime and forever more,
MM7 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Desperté luego de un sueño incómodo. Mi trabajo me impide descansar, sin embargo mi hermano me hizo el favor. Me dijo, ándale, no seas terca. Échate un sueñito, te va a hacer bien Cuando menos me di cuenta estaba dormidísima, tanto que se me hizo tarde, aunque mi velada, repito, fue muy incómoda. Toda aquella gente llamando mientras dormía ni hablar, es mi trabajo. La verdad, lo detesto y, como dicen por ahí, alguien tiene que hacerlo. Me di un regaderazo, pues me gusta llegar pulcra y bien presentable no me gusta causar mala impresión aunque, créanlo o no, la causo tal vez el ochenta porciento de las veces.
Mi hermano y yo somos cuates. Tal vez tengo una piel más blanca que la de él, por no decir pálida. Compartimos un cabello muy negro y ondulado. Dicen que nos parecemos mucho, que i
Unhappily in LoveI watched my love march off to war,Unhappily in Love5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The image of him I did adore,
But the war in years took it's toll,
And took from my love his soul.
When love is lost and love is young
The loss is as a song unsung.
The notes in the heart will ever sound,
But never again in the world be found.
I loved my beloved from afar,
To me she was my only star.
But though I watched her she shunned me,
And now alone by myself I must be.
Slanted and slighted love brings pain,
Far more than the love unattain'.
For rejection and denial hurt not
As much as when love is left to rot.
I had thought that I was in love,
Until my love sold me like a glove.
Gave her false love to another man,
Left me to live on as best as I can.
If treason is the lowest low in Hell,
Then traitors in love are there as well.
For all those who've felt that knife,
Rest easy in what comes after life.
Me and my lovers did join in bloom,
She, a young bride and me, a young groom.
But the fires of our youth grew cold,
And our binding marriage could
I Want to Hold Your HandSir Nealan of Queenscove looked out across the dance floor and sighed. His best friend, Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan, and his cousin, Domitan of Masbolle, were dancing, but not with each other. Weve got to do something, he said quietly, eyes never leaving the dance floor.I Want to Hold Your Hand7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They are too stubborn for their own good, agreed his wife, Yukimi, also watching the midwinter dance.
Kel had recently let slip, while chatting with Yuki, that she loved Dom. And only a few nights ago Dom had admitted his feelings for Kel to an amused Neal. However, neither one had acted on their feelings yet, and Neal was not known for being patient.
This is almost as bad as Shinko and Prince Roald, continued Yuki. A pause, then the pair looked at each other, suddenly mischievous. They quietly slipped out to the hall to talk.
*** *** ***
The next day was midwinter, the shortest day of the year, and everyone woke up to presents. Kel discovered a note a
INCOMPLETE!- The Lost Libretto- Chp. 1INCOMPLETE!- The Lost Libretto- Chp. 13 years ago in Horror More Like This
Act 1- Scene 1
The orchestra played their finally tremolo, fading but still there. Preparing for the next piece, as the lead hurried onto stage with a single spotlight following her to the prop wooden door on center stage. The rest of the stage was blackened, the only thing the audience was able to see was the teal haired actress- all dressed up in a reddish pink dress with an apron tied around her waist like a peasant would of worn, her long pigtails held up by a black fabric with golden accents; and of course the door she was approaching.
Hesitantly- just as described in her script- she knocked on the door, stepping back in surprise as it loudly slammed open and she was instantly greeted by two people dressed in simple servants clothing- presumably the maid and butler of the home.
"So, are you ready to begin dear?" the questioned, in perfect unison with each other.
The orchestra once again began their melodic sound of insanity that the play called for, the door suddenly disappearing
Poison 1- Shattered- Prologue/Ch 1 PrePoison 1- Shattered- Prologue/Ch 1 Pre3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-Pick Your Poison-
"Len… I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…" those few words escaped from their owner's throat in choked, shaky breaths.
"I'M SORRY!!!!" The blonde screeched, sobs raking through her body as her shaky hands picked up the shards of glass on the ground.
"I-I just wanted you to listen to me…that's it…I'm sorry…"she repeated the same things again and again as if expecting them to make her twin reappear; the same twin who she had condemned to the now shattered mirror in front of her.
"I'll just get another mirror…you'll be there and everything will be fine…perfectly fine…" she laughed, everything now making sense to her. However, somewhere- in the back of her mind- she knew he would never return to her. She knew that she was broken…just like the mirror in front of her.
A Few Weeks Earlier
"Rin, just calm down and LISTEN TO ME! I swear to you I did not say anything of the sorts. You're just letting your imagination run wild."
My Deaf GirlfriendSome people have two perfectly good ears,My Deaf Girlfriend4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But still cannot hear people cry
Your inability to hear is not a handicap
It simply increases your ability to feel
You can see how beautiful you are
But you cannot hear me tell you
Your speech is sometimes slurred
But I can always understand what you say
I can only listen to the words that you say
You have them running through your mind
I can only hear the sound of your heart
You can feel it from inside
I wish you could hear the things I've been telling you
Even though you already know how I feel
I know you can't hear me tell you this
But I'm sure you know what I mean
JamasDesdoblar aquel disparo blanco fue simplemente el tiro de gracia. Ella había empezado a matarlo mucho tiempo atrás.Jamas7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Todo comenzó el día en que la asesina, aún algo niña y vestida de azul, rió tan alto y desentonado que su risa se separó de ella para irse a meter a la mente de un muchacho flaco flaco, con ojos de perrito perdido. Así, después de eternas noches en vela y días en trance el muchacho flaco de orejas grandes decidió ignorar olímpicamente las probabilidades e invitó a la chica de azul a salir, esperando de todo corazón que los ángeles hablaran español. Ahí vino el primer y temprano cuchillazo, un soplo de realidad en la forma de un tranquilo y cantadito no, gracias. Claro, sin anestesia ni preámbulos.
Después de aquel desastroso primer encuentro vino la típica fase del sufrimiento silencioso. El muchacho flaco se sumió en la miseria más abs
What We Can't HaveWhat We Can't Have3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They were calling for all the teams who had helped to plant trees and flowers around Tao. Miles wasn't sure if he should go.
I mean, technically, Jupe and I did help, he thought, eyeing the Dojo up ahead. Just. . .we didn't get anything planted is all.
A small crowd had already gathered around Master Shao. He was laughing, pressing evolutionary scrolls into the hands of all who asked for them.
Heck, I want a scroll. We deserve it. It's just. . . The Tepig closed his eyes and blew out an upward breath.
"Hothead? Are you following me?"
Miles blinked and looked up. He knew the voice's owner before he even saw her. She stood there, looking back up at him as h
Confesion de un asesino -spanish only-Me ví reflejado en ese espejo, mis grandes temores resurgían de las tinieblas para instalarse de nuevo en el lugar más recóndito de mi mente.Confesion de un asesino -spanish only-4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"¡Basta!" me dije, golpeando furioso el espejo maldito, retrocediendo dos pasos mientras los fantasmas perdidos de mi corazón emergian de la reflectante superfície que se alzaba ante mis ojos.
Mis piernas flojearon y sentí como mi cuerpo se desplomaba, cayendo de rodillas al frío suelo de madera.
Aquellas imágenes pasaban ante mis ojos, recorriendo la habitación de un lado a otro, como espiritus. Por un momento me perdí ante tal imagen que mi subconsciente creaba, fascinado y al mismo tiempo aterrado. Recordaba aquellos buenos momentos que pasé junto a ellos ...y en ese instante lo ví de nuevo. "¡¿Por qué?!" me dije, desesperado, angustiado. Golpeé una y otra vez el suelo con mis puños mientras las lágrimas furiosas conmigo mismo descendian y caian
Utterly Chaos:Chapt 3Sunlight shone through the window, waking Cloud from his slumber. He fell onto his stomach, with a loud groan, feeling next to him for the gunman. He breathed hard, lifting his head to look where his hand was. Vincent? He inquired drowsily, eyes not fully wanting to open. Whered you go?Utterly Chaos:Chapt 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cloud slid out of bed, pulling on his pants, and started checking the rooms. He soon found his lover in the den. He was sitting on the sill of the bay window. His legs were pulled up, loosely against the wall in front of him, left arm hanging over the side. The dawn light glinted golden off of the long black strands, hanging over his gentle face, which was tilted slightly he was asleep.
Cloud couldnt help the small smile that spread across his face. Even tho he wasnt too happy that Vincent wasnt sleeping with him. He knelt over next to him, brushing the hair from his eyes. Vincent groaned, head titling a bit, his eyes clenching tightly. Cloud just si
Sleepless NightsI never thought Id ever see the day when Zachary Fair came in to work without that stupid grin plastered across his face.Sleepless Nights7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was usually a regular thing. Every morning, he would come bouncing in through those doors, smiling and greeting his comrades in a rather loud way. Those raven spikes flying out behind him as he walked, sky blue eyes glistening with mischief. He would pat backs and squeeze shoulders as people passed, asking about the latest mission like a child asking about what he missed on his favourite television program. Not to mention those God damned squats! He never stopped with those. There was no subtlety in his world.
At first I found it terribly irritating. SOLDIERs were not supposed to be so damn cheerful. We were hard working, cold, determined men of war. Thats how I was, and it sure as hell reflected Angeal and Genesis attitudes. But, that boy was like a blasted puppy dog that had been let loose throughout the halls of ShinRa. Causing chaos, b
A Twist to the TaleHe was running through the woods, trying to escape that, that THING, the thing that looks like a man, but is clearly a monster. He kept running and dared not to look back to see that sickly white face as it reached out with its inhumanly long arms that were just itching to crush the life out of him. He rushed towards the heart of the forest: a tree larger than any other, sitting at six feet wide. He dove behind the tree, his heart racing and his breath exhaling in heavy pants. It took him a couple of minutes to recover what strength he hasn’t used up to peek around the tree to see if IT was still stalking him like prey. There wasn’t anything- just the silhouette of the trees he had just escaped from just a few minutes ago.A Twist to the Tale3 years ago in Horror More Like This
He let out a sigh of relief and turned around to rest against the massive trunk, only to be greeted by deadly white hands that crushed him into a constricted grasp. The air was forced out of his lungs in a raspy gasp. He became petrified with