Karasu - Part 6Karasu - Part 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not long after his visit to the village, the year’s first snow covered the mountain. Stone and tree alike were coated in a thin layer of white. The snow sparkled in the faint winter sunlight, echoing the sounds of footsteps and falling drifts. Just as Sagiri had predicted, the cold’s arrival came hand in hand with illness. Shichi’s workroom, normally a place of quiet examination, was filled with his suffering peers. The scent of paper and herbs was now overwhelmed by the smell of sickness. Luckily, the ailments of the monks weren’t nearly as severe as the plague in the village. Most had been diagnosed with a mild cold and sent back to their rooms to wait it out.
“Can’t you just prescribe me some tamagozake?” Shusei asked, frowning at the cup of ginger tea Shichi had given him. He was the last of the day’s patients, and coincidentally the most petulant.
“I’m not going to give you another excuse to drink,” Shichi said, was
Karasu - Part 7Karasu - Part 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Like all monks, the tengu of the mountain temple valued cleanliness. The grounds had been equipped with a communal bath, its walls and floors lined with pale cedar planks. Because the mountain lacked a natural hot spring, a fair amount of firewood was required to keep up with their bathing habits. Steam filled the warm room, contrasting the frozen, moonlit landscape surrounding the building. Filling a shallow bucket, Shichi poured the water over his head, letting it rinse away all evidence of his day’s labors. Shusei was already submerged up to his throat, resting his head back on the edge of the large tub.
“It’s too bad the village doesn’t have a bath,” Shusei said, his voice lazy with the heat of the room. “Maybe they enjoy being filthy.”
“They’re not filthy,” Shichi said, filling the bucket once more. “Only larger towns have public baths.”
“Why are you always defending humans?” Shusei scoffed, turnin
Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 3Sherlock: Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock:Caring Is Not an Advantage Part 3
Part Three: Is It Alright If I Come Home?
Sherlock paced the flat thinking of something to do; experiments seemed to be only failures and it was not like anyone knew he was alive to actually give him a case. There was absolutely nothing to do, but to pace and hate his hair and hate that John was not there.
Though he was happy to be in his old style of dressing and the warm walls of his flat surrounding him; it felt great to be home and not hidden away in some hole in the wall. It was strange how he could go three years without being this wound up yet one meeting with John in person seemed to make it worse.
When he saw John it was different, he realized then how much he did miss the other man, not that he didn’t realized that he missed him but when he saw John he realized how much. Too much, Sherlock thought, he realized what it was like to wake up and not see John’s morning face, or to not smell breakfast being cooked in the kitc
night timeTerrified by the nightmares promised to walk my mind.night time6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The darkness comes, i close my eyes and this is what i find.
I wake from these phantoms my eyes filled with tears.
Locked away past memories the worst of my fears.
Im all alone, theres no one here.
No one to calm me and hold me near.
I lay alone shaking, to scared to sleep.
I fear the memories that go to deep.
Terrible moments relived at night.
Death and pain a horrifying sight.
I will never escape them, or so it seems.
Only time will stop these dreams.
But not for long.
Life's StrugglesI used to cut,Life's Struggles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I wasn't a cutter.
I used to be addicted to pain pills,
But I wasn't a druggie.
I used to be ignorant of the world,
But I wasn't stupid.
I used to look upon someone and judge by what I saw on the surface,
But I wasn't judgmental.
I used to go through life care-free and innocent,
But I wasn't a child.
I used to think I knew what love was,
But I didn't know you.
I used to think I could get over my depression,
But I didn't realize just how hard a struggle happiness is.
If I used to be what I wasn't,
Who am I?
"hidden feelings"this is the first poem i ever wrote i got some good feed back when i showed it to my friends i m curious to know what you all think"hidden feelings"11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until TomorrowThe bite in my first "I love you"Until Tomorrow5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was hidden behind my twisted lips.
Our steady stares struck sparks like
static thrown off a hair-rubbed balloon.
Your ironic, saddened laugh-lines
didn't stop to mourn that sacred phrase
tossed to the wind in the name of a game,
that hungry, beaten wind devouring
scrap words like a pack of wolves
following the trail of sloppy hunters.
But you resolved to save yours
for what is an eternity between us--
until tomorrow, maybe.
Rubix CubeI'm his rubix cubeRubix Cube5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch how I cringe
When he turns me a notch
How every color provokes
An unspoken language
And the answers mesh to chaos
Every attempt to decrypt
Nurtures the madness......
Consuming the victim
And anger was the verdict
Disguised with more than one saturation
Feel my pulse bleeding
The tones drip from his hands
Into the depths below his feet
I was fated to be monochromatic
Reflecting my true hue
What he can't perceive
ChangelingHarvest on the road.Changeling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coming to the round
And breaks the back.
Behind the music -
Five men on the road
Changing the meat
Under the moon.
While someone's crawling.
Halo:Twisted Origin chapter 2Halo:Twisted Origin chapter 210 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chap 2: Down the Narrow path
A child is a child regardless of race, sex, or spices. Troublesome they may be they are often times full of wisdom and should not be ignored.
Anna had woken up in the middle of the night when she heard what only could have been called shivering from the elite Tokuamalee who had rescued her the day previous. When she quietly walked over to the bed she found out that was exactly what the Elite was doing. Had her mind been any older she would have blanched at the seemingly human action, but because she was still young she instead hauled the blankets she had curled up in back over to the bed and had tossed them as best as she could over the large elite. It was also then in her sleepy haze that she climbed up into the corner of the bed and curled back up and drifted back into her sleep.
Tokuamalee was not aware that he had fallen asleep before Anna had gotten out of the shower. In fact most of the events of the day before were hazy when he first got up. So his i
Karasu - Part 3Karasu - Part 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The following days seemed to drag behind the young monk. While before he experienced occasional distraction, he now found it nearly impossible to focus. The pace of his daily tasks was hindered by perpetual musing. It felt as if he had been given a wonderful book to read, only to have it taken away after the first page. What more could he have learned from her? With slight embarrassment, he also wondered if she ever thought of him, as well -- or if she had already forgotten about their encounter. When he realized he would probably never see her again, his daydreams faded into disappointment.
“Shichi! Focus,” came the stern voice of his mentor, snapping him back to the present. At his side was a lacquer box of acupuncture needles, and before him lay a somewhat-voluntary patient.
“I’m sorry,” Shichi said under his breath, steadying the younger tengu’s wrist as he positioned his next point.
“This art is about balancing energy,” Sagiri
EductionClearEduction4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blowing the dust -
As flawed as fog
And Frozen by rain -
To make the ground glaze
With circles, crystals, dunes and pellets -
Then comes the spikes:
...a Jumble, blizzard
And the storm...
On a shore -
On which the lines can roll -
And drift as squall,
Half-visible and solid.
On riot -
Waves of ambers...
- Pitiful -
- Merciful -
- Painful -
- Anxious -
- Blessed -
Bright and in Loving
- Mortified -
- Holy -
- Proud -
In bright and Inspired -
Who knows the joy,
And knew the pain of have and to have not.
VRMaginationThe introduction of holographic technology changed the world in a hundred different ways. All of a sudden, anything that the human mind could comprehend could be created, albeit only in a virtual reality. Needless to say, this created huge demand for easy access for the public. Soon, virtual reality machines (or VRMs) could be found in most arcades, and it wasn’t uncommon for the wealthy and powerful to have their own.VRMagination6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
One day, a girl in her late teen years went to her local arcade. She was well known in the area for being a quiet girl, one to avoid if possible. Her dark hair fell mid-way down her back, and her skin was incredibly pale. A girl with strange habits, whispered parents to their children, warning them away from her.
She went straight to the arcade’s VRM, which was in use. She waited a full hour for the occupant to finish his session, and then climbed inside. An hour, she spent in there. Two hours. Three hours and more. Her session long over, the staff rapped on
Come DeathEXT. CABIN IN SNOWFIELD - NIGHTCome Death4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Snow is falling in the winter of 1930 upon the exterior of a wood cabin set deep in a forested snowfield. We can hear the sounds of WIND and TREE BRANCHES RUSTLING as SHIPP begins to narrate.
Another one down.
A hole begins to burn in the side of the wall, spreading out quickly, almost as though it were paper, and we hear the FLAMES CRACKLING. Through the hole we see that Shipp sits at a desk inside, writing furiously with audible PEN SCRATCHES.
SHIPP (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Another one down...
Shipp's notebook has a variety of names written within it, some of which are crossed out. He crosses out the name "Justice Edward Terry Sanford".
SHIPP (V.O.) (CONT'D)
... and it still isn't enough.
Shipp slams the book closed.
EXT. FORESTED SNOWFIELD - NIGHT
Shipp, with a large canvas sack over his shoulder and a pistol in his hand, takes long, slow strides through the snow drifts, clearly deep in thought. We hear FL
OrigamiI never did appreciateOrigami7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the art of folding paper,
the simple stars which fell
between forging friends
and text book conversation,
to amaze, win praise
land misshapen, wasted
at the bottom of a blazer pocket
those hands which creased the heavens into angles,
years later, took pen to paper
Dear upon - dear upon - dear?
letters which could read themselves -
sealing their own envelopes,
prophetic wax lips
dotting each delicate I
with a kiss
you soldered our memories
into a frangible faux fiction
and I, the poet
found an apathetic knack,
of seldom writing back.
wiltimagine ripping yourselfwilt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
apart like scraps
stuffed. the ancient
egyptians, they used
to extricate the bodies'
filling the husks of skin, then wrapping
i am a corpse.
i can cough and
i can drool.
i can cut and
i can bleed.
live, girl, live.
little white pills
little black box
little chipped heart
snowy snowy hills
ever notice how august feels
sluggish and miserable.
but what's life got
(cross-)examine me. i mean it.
study me. cure me now.
i may be in my
but really there is a
there is a field and i
am in the doorway and i
was scared but now i'm
but apparently not
word purge call this a
word purge and i
hate how solid and
ordinary my writing has
i think i'm falling in
the opposite of love with
a dash of lust, masochistic
what i need is
SHUT THE FUCK UP
i am hollow
i am full
CageCage5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How could you know
your roars robbed me
of all things esteemed
that the blows reigned
all over my innocence
would devour hope
placing me in this cage
I call preference
but never choice
for I knew nothing of give
but could recite volumes
on what was taken
How could you know
you were breaking
what could never
be properly repaired
How could you know?
I told you...
One Day I Shall Lay Down And Dieone day i shall lay down and dieOne Day I Shall Lay Down And Die3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and so for now here is my kiss, my golden-ness,
my forehead pressed against yours
like two strange animals lost on a plain of
red sand. one day i shall lay down and die so
now here, let these birds pick me apart,
show you it all, the torn underwear
and the girl gazing at the soft glow
on trees, the ferocious lion-love
weeping under the kitchen table. one day
i shall lay down and die
so for now i feast on beaches, your breath,
the flutter of my dress sore against my skin
someday i will find that peace,
plant a spring-flower deep in my heart, land one last cool kiss
on the bow of your mouth and slip away, i know that one day
i will lay down and die but for now
feel your fingers spread across my heart,
feel my roar in the night
Observation No2Wish.Observation No24 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Back of the arm -
And runs away -
Time beats the lights.
Substantial LosesSubstantial Loses1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"There is another body over here." Suriyawong said into the internal microphone of his suit's helmet.
"Is... Is it her, Suri?" Zerro said as he knelt and fingered through a still smoldering pile of rocky debris.
"No, it is wearing fatigues. Searching for tags: wait one," Suriyawong replied as he lowered himself onto a knee and traced his armored gauntlet around the fallen soldier's neckline. After a few seconds he fished out a pair of blood-stained dog tags that reflected the amber light of the small fires in the distance. "They belong to Commander Phillips. He was not able to evacuate with the other survivors."
Zerro breathed a short sigh of relief before a slight tinge of guilt hit him. At least it wasn't the Doc. "Okay, keep searching. We are not leaving here without her."
"Roger." Suriyawong replied as he solemnly set the metal ovals onto the Commander's chest and stood up again.
Site Bravo, codena
Moon-spun mothsPerched in your throat,Moon-spun moths2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is like a prayer;
against your palms,
soft as a secret
in the womb.
How weightless we are
under the tender moon
in this enchanted twilight.
Eurydiceyou keep secrets like souvenirs.Eurydice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your heart is a postage stamp,
your lungs, a pair of dusty
snow globes; I trace
a model Eiffel Tower
in the lines of your neck, an Arc
de Triomphe in the arch
of your back, a collection of
to rival the Louvre
assembled behind your eyes.
I gather each glimpse,
each fragment, every hint
of the things you've tried to hide
and hoard them
in the galleries of my mind,
curating my love for you
like a dense, Orphic art.