Tiger - Mormor(?)Sebastian had long since gotten used to the nicknames Jim gave him, but that didn't mean he had to like them.Tiger - Mormor(?)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Pet" had to be the worst one. Jim only ever used it for the most meaningless tasks. "Pet, make me tea.", "Pet, we're out of spaghetti."
"Pet, my experiment went horribly wrong, come clean it up for me." Jim's voice echoed from the kitchen, as if to prove his point.
Sebastian sighed and stood up from his place on the couch to get a mop. He entered the kitchen to see some sort of bubbling, radio-active green mass on the white tile floor. He looked around to see that Jim already fled the crime scene. He turned back to the thing in front of him, wondering if a mop would even be the right tool to use for something like this. He shrugged and used it anyway, trying to ignore how the mop started to turn green. "Shit Jim, what the fuck did you do?"
Although the nicknames did annoy him to no end, he had one that he preferred over all
A Stitch AwayI'm just a stitch away,A Stitch Away2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just a stitch away,
I'm just a stitch away,
Yet I'm out of thread,
Out of space,
Out of luck,
Out of time.
I gave up-
Set down my work.
I gave in-
Cut the ties.
I broke bonds-
Burned the holds.
I ran off-
Leaving ruined cloth.
But in truth,
There was more.
There was thread left to spare.
It was just a snag,
A knot in my perfection.
A meaningless reason
For me to give up.
So why did I insist on stopping?
Why did I insist on running?
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
Halo: Twisted Origin chapter 1Halo: Twisted Origin chapter 110 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sometimes life is not everything that it seams. Some people will live out their lives completely untouched and ignored by the forces at work. However, some people are destined for great things .Often times the greatness of people is overlooked, they are singled out, leaving them alone and ridiculed. Yet these are the people that are truly strong. It is these people who will stand up. It is these people who will fight for everyone's freedom.
They are tough. They are proud. And they have no fear.
Dust swam around the closed windows of the elementary school making the place full of children seem barren. The planet Lecithin was a long forgotten colony of earth, surviving somehow off of the meager crops it's poor soil produced. The people were poor, the land was poor, and the whole planet was over crowded. Children were left abandoned while their parents died. The war with the covenant was the graceful end all were looking for on this planet, no more suffering,
Look At Me- JohnlockSherlock, a little friend of yours stopped by - JMLook At Me- Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
What have you done this time? -SH
Well, he just stopped by to... chat - JM
Do I bother asking who? -SH
Let's see you guess - JM
Please tell me it's Mycroft. -SH
Wrong! - JM
Of course not. I should be so lucky. -SH
When do you think you'll pick him up? I just want to be ready - JM
You're going to just let him go? I don't buy it. -SH
Thats why I said I want to be ready. - JM
Doesn't this get old? The same old jog around the track? Why not, just once, kidnap
Anderson? Just to shake things up? -SH
I guess I should... This time, you have ten minutes or his brains are my new wallpaper.
Ten minutes to what? -SH
Get here. My apartment. He's crying. He still thinks you're dead - JM
God damn you. I'm already on my way. Don't touch him. -SH
Jim smiled and put the phone in his pocket. He held his gun towards John, who was forced with his back into a corner and his hands folded behind his head.
John couldn't believe it, or rather, wouldn'
DavidI am perfect in every way. Hewn from the most beautiful rock by the greatest sculptor in the world, during the pinnacle of humanity’s artistic energy, I stand proudly as a monument to the human ideal. I represent one of the Bible’s greatest heroes, making one of the most pivotal decisions of his life. And in my centuries of existence, I have come to symbolize and inspire the defense of liberty. People come to look at me from all over the world and stare in awe.David2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet I cannot help but feel humiliated in my exhibition. Though it cannot be known for sure, I am fairly certain my template was not naked when he came to his decision to slay the giant Goliath. Being a statue is not so bad, I suppose. At least I stand upright. I cannot imagine how my friend the Thinker’s back must be killing him after all these years hunched over. But how I wish someone would sculpt me a robe, or at the very least a quartz Speedo.
Va'eiraThis was a lesson in just how quiet it can beVa'eira3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you don't make enough noise.
Me, holding a toy gun to a stranger's head
"Remember when things stopped being ridiculous?"
You, eating dandelions in a midnight field
"About the same time things stopped making sense."
A boy in church camp carved a small crucifix
for his arts and crafts project. He won the blue
ribbon and a brand new Bible. The next morning
I found it hanging over our cabin door.
A toad was nailed to the cross.
Sometimes we wake up early enough to hide the evil from our world.
scarsand i would ratherscars11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lie to myself
-than to you
(and sometimes that line becomes gray, though)
where i end and you begin
(and marginal and liminal)
::search for answers elusive as this night::
-something (as dark and vague)
(as jumbled and worn)
(as lost and alone)
and so i YIELD
-and try to become so intoxicated by
-the high of it all
-and the rush
Morning Coffee"Morning, my love." My voice is lilting, and floats on the spring-scented breeze, as I bustle around the kitchen, not bothering to turn, as you take your place at the table.Morning Coffee5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The curtains, thrown wide to welcome the rising sun, are quivering in the gentle wind, and I glance outside, "It's warming up already, this afternoon's sure to be beautiful. Do you think we could go out and start the garden, later? It's a little early in the season, but it's bound to be a lovely day." I ask you, eyes smiling as I take in the dew-speckled grass, glittering in the early sun just beyond the window pane.
I nod to myself, "Yes, yes. I bought the seeds a week or so, ago. Evie had a sale on at her shop, you know. I got all your favorites, dear. Snapdragons, Sweet Peas, Impatiens and Schizanthus. It'll be just beautiful."
I pull my gaze from the window, and saunter over to the coffeemaker, mood lifted by the weather, and prospect of spending the day outdoors, enjoying it. As the coffee
Defunct FuturesSo, what's it like in the year 2012 in the...Defunct Futures3 years ago in Settings More Like This
2012 in 50's-world, everyone in the US wears hats. Men wear suits, women wear dresses or cute pantsuits. T-shirts and jeans or sweats are something nobody older than a teenager would be caught wearing. There are a lot of uniforms. Everything is very clean and often metallic or gleaming.
The Cold War is of course going on, and China, the Soviet Union, indeed everything from East Germany to Vietnam is the Red World, a unified entity which includes some parts of Africa, including the Red Congo. (Cuba, on the other side, is Capitalist and more-or-less democratic, if corrupt). Everyone in the Red World dresses the same, drives the same standard car, and reports for interrogation four times a year. (Except for the Inner Committee. But to get to that position on must have taken the interrogation drugs dozens of times). Although a "standardized" Socialist culture is promoted, the Chinese are still Chinese, and the increasing tendency of
if she were any more tomato she'd be blueberryxvii.if she were any more tomato she'd be blueberry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to write about how this world of
absolute truth, knowledge, and solid food
that which we hold high between two fingers is always
full of watery applesauce and little white half-truths.
and about how utterly strange
it is that all the simple things that people
write about on pages are, in reality,
very few and far between.
and i want to write about how there is
peace and war and
poverty and treasure and
cruelty and sometimes,
i want to write a poem about why the hell i'm wasting
my time writing poems when i could maybe
actually be doing something productive
or contributing to society or
and i want to write about why there aren't
nearly enough apple trees that grow
in dark moldy closets or underwater
or on the sun or inside craters of the moon
or in the desert or in the deep winter.
because god knows those places
need them now mor
to:and i rememberto:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing by the mirror tears
swelling up inside of
me and every breath
was another waste
of space between my
ribcage and my soul
and it's funny, really
how when you lie
to someone, you still
know the truth
and swallow the guilt
in a bowl every single
morning with your
corn-flakes and skim
milk, and in the old
days what i saw in the
was black and white and
wings, you've given
and now i am learning, child
hood again i think they
call this growing
up, learning to
day by day - not day
to day, mind -
to smile in the
in the rain, tense it
up and let it all
away like my
tears and ignore the
scars will stay stuck
on me forever but i
have grown -
i am a woman
laced-up fingernailshello, let's talk about thelaced-up fingernails4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
broken, splatter our slander
over their coats and shoes and
fingers like pine needles and the
dust that is concealed between never-opened
let's not talk because today we
are the broken.
let's not talk about
slitting wrists and running
fingers over bone bleeding
let's not talk about life
coming to an end and the
sahara desert sucking it
out of us but no matter how
many times we rip the
thread there are still two
ends and there is still no
end and we still feel
tears are countless
like the stars
and our people - moses, where
did you go wrong?
i will sculpt you like
hieroglyphs on the rosetta
stone, see whether you can
let's talk about snowflakes,
and winter, and
let's talk about
mouths sewn tight shut.
your sexy legs hanging
over the balcony railing
so carelessly it
on let's talk about
the vodka in our glasses and the
tequila on our
breath stealing it
dream of defilingicy cold hands creepdream of defiling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
over my stony
bony skin, melt
it should not
you want me
dead, you want me
dead and this is a
claw your way
through my tender
flesh, feel my
you are hunting and
i am prey and
you are playing and
i am playing
, so there is no
need to try to
kill me, unless you
are intent on destroying
me from the inside
out, from the outside
in. (in each and every
and you can lie
to yourself as much
as you want, but i
feel the flames in your
gaze and the ice on your
fingers down my legs,
will not make you look
Sight LessBeneath all the beds in New York you'll find the musicians' dungeon. People constructed of more soul than they can hold sell bits of themselves for quarters and dimes. These claim no home other than the section of ground they occupy. Few passerbys take notice, as is the way with common rushers. Handfuls of tourists with pity in their very bones offer mercy in the form of one dollar bills. It's not a job one can hope to live off of. It's just barely enough to keep one from dying.Sight Less5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Helena stepped out of the subway car, tapping her fingers on her skirt. She adjusted her blouse, tucked her hair behind her ear, and then untucked it. She ran her tongue over her teeth, back and forth, top and bottom. Humming, she started to walk towards the nearest rip-off stand. After a careful inspection of the flavors of gum in front of her, she picked up the "perfect peach" variety and prepared to overpay for it. The
A GoodbyeSteve Rogers could not sleep. It came as no surprise really the dull reverberation of the helicarrier's engine was quite enough to keep him awake, not to mention the odd assortment of beeping and whirring that sounded every so often from the walls around him. He had been living in the 21st century for over two months now, and still he had not grown accustomed to the technological advances that had been made in his absence. Life in the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters was far from anything he had ever known odd, scary, and resulting in countless sleepless nights.A Goodbye3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Having long since given up on his futile efforts to get some rest, Steve now sat upright in bed, a comic book he had found in his drawer spread out across his lap. Idly flicking the pages, he wasn't really sure what the story was about, and nor did he have any real interest in the plot anyway. His whole life had been more dramatic than any one of these comic book tales, and the plights of the characters just failed to gra
people doing what they can't.i/b. well the flower-fingered girl, i met her last year. no, two years ago. all she wanted was love, a boyfriend. not the same thing but she wanted it to be.people doing what they can't.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she grew up over the course of that year, less naive. she wrote poems. still does.
c. the ocean-eyed girl, that's the one. she's after ribs; bones bones and more bones. or well, she'd like to be after them anyway. she used to be after blood. now she's after wanting to be after bones. funny how life works, but hey.
this is the only way she can get guts, i suppose.
she's used to missing
people. and places too. used to that feeling of iwanttogohome, replaced as months go by by
ihavenohome. just feelings.
feelings feelings feelings.
v/j. the cigarette-laced boy, yeah, he --
ocean-eyed girl. remember all the days and nights you spent together? under the blankets and under
the sky? the stars?
trees wind and smoke? laughter, singing, beer, vodka, even tears when one of you lost
you trusted each other till the ends of th
the autopsy of an earthquake (collab)i composed a checklistthe autopsy of an earthquake (collab)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your aftersex/aftershock
the stretchmarks carved down your thighs
are cracks in the earth's crust.
your voluptuous vixen volcano
smogged up my ashtray heart.
i'm learning to love your matryoshka pelvis
and the way it would fit into mine if we were both
nothing but bones.
i'm counting the polyester skeletons hanging in our closet,
the wax-poetic crayons in my fishbowl, and the number
of seismic gasps your slender chest can hold.
this is how many contortionist limbs
fit in your jigsaw glassbox.
the number of spines you've broken,
144 odd vertebra all jenga stacked on a pedestal.
i want to push you off the pedestal.
slip into my arms, rip razorblades from my fabric ribs.
add them to a smithsonian exhibit: "the art of insatiability",
featuring portraits of my teeth on your skin and of
your flesh bruising under my grip,
of your snow-white lies which set fire to the polygraph,
of this somber soul whose weight crushed the richter scale,
of our arms and legs