The MirrorAt a time, once in some land, there was a girl. This girl was very pretty, and kind, and loved living with her father very much. Her father had taken care of her since her mother had died of an illness. One day, her father had to go to war. She stayed behind on her own, living in their house and taking care of it. Before he left, the father told her about the magic mirror that they had in the basement. It had to be cleaned once a day, or the demon living inside of it would escape and wreck havoc on the village. He said, "Now, you must not become to focused on the image in that mirror. It may look beautiful at first, but the longer you stare the more it will take on the image that words paint. And no words in the world are truly as you are."
The little girl told him that she would remember that. And so he left. Each day, the young girl would go down to the basement and clean the mirror. And each time she looked in, she saw herself. She was dressed in the finest of dresses, her pinned wi
TMI Clary and JaceIt was snowing lightly out side, coming down in light flakes. The sky was as gray as the side walk Clary was walking down, and it held about as much of her attention as the cracked old sidewalk did.TMI Clary and Jace3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Clary sighed and glared at the steam that floated up from her mouth before walking on. It was a lot colder now than it had been when she left earlier and her hands were shaking. Weather with cold, anger, or despair she wasn't sure.
Jace had called her over to the institute and she had hoped that maybe he didn't just want to be her brother any more, maybe after not seeing her for so long he missed her just as much as she missed him. Then she had gotten there and all he wanted to do was give her back a sweater she had left there by accident. She hadn't remembered leaving it there, but it was there none the less.
Clary stopped and kicked a rock out of her path, harder than necessarily.
"Wow, do you have something against rocks I wasn't aware of?"
Clary spun around with wide eyes hoping with al
NightmaresShatter.Nightmares3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All is but matter.
The hunger consumes leaving heart's beat in weak patter.
Hate quickly blooming.
The ties of water and blood are both fading and looming.
The frozen landscape and winds that whip.
Nightmare's true scene.
Haunting and taking your fears more extreme.
Mind's one true font.
Holding within you the carnal beat's want.
From sleep you shake.
As dreamed up old nightmares take your heart to break.
The Dearest Dark ThingsThe pulsing pound within my headThe Dearest Dark Things2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The monsters underneath my bed
And all the things I never said
They leave me all alone
The whispers near me in the night
They're always wrong and never right
I note that they don't come with light
They never leave my side
Contradictions that I speak
As slowly my heart grows so weak
And my veins all bleed death's reek
Trust me I know nothing
Quiet now, they tie me down
In a pure white flowing gown
And on my head place bloodied crown
Yes I am their queen
I can't tell the things apart
The things that are real or in my heart
Because the world is all just gruesome art
Look at my lovely dark things
They follow closer, at my heel
And before me, used to kneel
And still do if I keep the deal
But blood is deadly poison
Away we go, away we slam
Another deed for us to damn
Another slaughtered bloody lamb
The dark things, no listen to-
To late, to late
We'll never stop at this rate
Not until our marked death date
What's happening to me, why can't I move
I try to bac
What I AmWhat may have been,What I Am2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All that should be.
As dark as sin,
Not as dark as me.
What I could do,
What I have done.
I try to be you,
But my hearts but none.
What should become,
And then what is,
A misdoings sum,
I am what 'tis.
For I am the night, the darks, and the scream.
I am the hate, the blood lust, and the dream.
I am the human, the dying, and once more what will be.
I am the heart, the mind, and then I am the wise three.
I am the MythRip out my heart, tear it to shreds,I am the Myth2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was never mine to begin with.
Your love was bitter killing meds,
But I can't complain- I'm a myth.
Kill me, simply, beautifully, please,
It's all I've ever needed from you.
Now I'm down begging on knees,
I'm over. I'm done. I'm through.
TMI Clary and Jace prt.4Jace stould there looking more like some sort of startled avenging angel than he ought to have the right to. He shook his head as he looked down at the ground.TMI Clary and Jace prt.43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What are you doing here?" His voice was rough, tense.
"I... I just..."
"Thought you would stroll in and take a look around? Snap a couple pictures, maybe?" Even though he was beig sarcastic Clary could tell that his heart wasn't rely in it.
"I wanted... to see you."
He sucked in his breath. "Oh, so you came to hang out with your big brother. Well, I'm sorry but he's bussy at he momanet-"
"Stop it!" Clary said furiosly as she took a step closer to him. "Just stop! No, I didn't comee to see my brother, Jace, I came to see you."
"But... I am your brother." He seemed slightly baffled.
"Maybe I don't want you to be my brother!" She clasped her hands to her mouth as soon as she relized what she had said but it was to late- the words were already out.
"You... what?" His voice was full of mized emoitions and Clary couldn't rely even pl
Clary and Jace-I want thisThis is what I want.Clary and Jace-I want this4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Clary, talk to me what's going on?" Jace pleaded.
"What's wrong, is that II don't know what's happening. This isn't normal! We're not normal! We aren't supposed to" Clary paced furiously around Jace's room.
"Clary." Jace said stopping her and grabbing her by the shoulders, making her look directly into his eyes. "Look at me. What's bothering you?"
They looked into each other's eyes for long moments, until finally Clary whispered. "You already know."
It was true, he did know. And it wasn't something that was only bothering her, but it tormented him too. HeJace Waylandhad always been smooth with girls, but never had he ever cared for one in particular to make more of a relationship with them. But Clary was different, and his feelings for her went way beyond just care. He unwil
Deadened HeartThis life is one of pain, and sorrow, and never ending slash of the terrorizing sharp blade on the heart. No matter how many times the beating pulse is cut and left to weep crimson tears, always cruel fate knits it back together to start again.Deadened Heart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The heart becomes unrecognizable; simply a mass of stitches and flesh working to beat in anger and pain while keeping the rotting corpse of despair drawing in breath. The flesh begins to rot, falling from bleached white bones to mar the ground and stain the air with the stench of decay and unending death. And just when only the skeleton is left, with that repulsing beating mesh that is the heart, the blade swings down in an arc once more and brings the flesh back to bones, still rotting, still dead, just sewing it back and forcing the poisoned blood back through splitting veins.
The heart bleeds and the dead lips of the living corpse open to let out the never ending scream of agony. And the tortured soul wonders, "Why can I not die?" As he watch
The LonelyThe lonely, it consumes,The Lonely3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the lonely, I assume,
has left me here to rot away and fall into my doom.
I'm hiding in the dark
I'm a sparrow, I'm a lark
I'm falling and I'm falling and I'm falling all apart.
I feel my head, it's spinning
Slowly the lonely's winning
But still I fight and still I try, though less than the beginning.
I will not shout, I will not cry,
Just smile and sadly wish you goodbye,
Hold me close and sing my love, that old forgotten lullaby.
That Special Rune ...***CITY OF GLASS SPOLIERS YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!***That Special Rune ...6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary smiled up at the huge gothic cathedral with its arching spires. She didnt even see the glamour that concealed the Institute anymore unless she concentrated hard. The door opened at her light touch as if it recognised her now, without her even needing to think the entry words. The autumn sunlight streamed through the windows of the foyer, casting puddles of golden light on the marble floor.
She looked at herself in the elevator mirror as she rode up, tilting her head to examine her reflection. She had spent far longer than usual getting ready today. It was the first time she had visited the Institute since they had all returned from Alicante a few days ago, since she and Jace were officially together, and she hadnt been able to decide what to wear. She ended up in her normal clothes; faded jeans, trainers and a simple t-shirt Simon had given her with the slogan I Bite he had given i
The After-PartyYou ready to go? Jace asked.The After-Party6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary looked over at him. They were sitting at the bar in Magnuss house at a party for something. She couldnt remember exactly what the occasion was. She nodded and got down from her chair.
What about Izzy and Alec? she said as she scanned the room. She saw Izzy talking to a faerie knight and Alec and Magnus were on the other side of the room.
They can take care of themselves, Jace said following her gaze. He turned back to her. Lets ditch this joint.
He placed his hand at the small of her back and guided her towards the door. He grabbed her light coat off the coat rack by the door and helped her put it on. Then he held the door open for her as they exited the building.
The streets were practically empty and the Institution wasnt that far away, so they decided to walk rather than take a cab. Jace laced his fingers through Clarys as they walked down the street. He glanced at her ou
SometimesSometimes I just lie thereSometimes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
curled up in a ball
Sometimes I just cry there
tears that tell of all
Sometimes I will scream at night
Sometimes I will try to fight
Sometimes I just hold on
to what might be my heart
Sometimes I just fold in
to this bloody art
Sometimes I will feel the pain
Sometimes I'm just numb again
Sometimes I just sit there
staring into space
Sometimes I just hit here
to feel the pain I face
Sometimes I will look my part
Sometimes I'm masked to hide my heart
Sometimes I just sing
a horrid chilling song
Sometimes I just fling
my tired life along
And sometimes in the dead of night
when the shadows move with life
I'll lay and tremble in dead fright
as I stare at the deadly knife
And think that I could end my blight
Sometimes I will prick the skin
but then put the knife back
Because deep down and within
it's the courage that I lack
So please excuse my madness
and excuse my horrid mess
But sometimes I am myself
And that person holds no wealth
Sometimes I am happy
but most o
TMI Clary and Jace prt.2He was right of coarse.TMI Clary and Jace prt.23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Clary's cheek bones stood out on her pale white face, she seemed to have lost allot of weight. She had dark purple lines just under her eyes from the nights of little sleep. Her eyes felt heavy and her clothes were loser on her than they had used to be.
Clary desperately fought back the hot tears she could feel building up behind her eyes. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. He's my brother."
Simon's mouth twisted down into a frown. "I can't believe I'm saying this but... if he means this much to you... maybe... maybe it doesn't matter."
Now it was Simon's turn to look angrily down at the side walk. "You herd me." He muttered.
She couldn't hold back any longer.
A hot torrent of tears fell down her face as her body shook with the sobs. She put her hands over her face to try to cover the tears but it was no use.
"Wha- Clary?!? What is it?"
She sprung forward and wrapped her arms around his torso and cried into hi chest.
"It's okay, Clary. It's oka
So I Have HeardThere is a place in this world, I have heardSo I Have Heard2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where they say it's free, like wind and the bird
There is a place in this life, so I've been told
Where dreams are kept, and never are they sold
There is a place this heart, so it seems
Where it matters not what the shadow screams
There is a place in this mind I hear tell
Where the nightmares are no longer a living hell
There it a part of this universe, this I know
Where the people's hearts are as clean as snow.
The Proposal"I can't believe you have never seen the the Titanic before!" Clary said with complete surprise.The Proposal6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I didn't grow up in the mundane world, Clary." Jace said as if it were the most obvious answer to the simplest question, sitting down next to her.
"Well, we can fix this problem by watching the movie." Clary said with as much persuasion as her voice would allow. "It couldn't hurt anything, I mean, it's a little sad, but other than that it's a classic!"
"A little sad?"
"Okay, it's sad. But I want to watch it, and I want you to watch it with me."
"Will you cry?" Jace asked sarcastically.
"Maybe a little." Clary said innocently.
Jace made a face that said he was not comfortable with that.
"Please?" This is when Clary looked up at Jace and saw his blonde hair, tight cheekbones, perfectly smooth skin with his nearly invisable scars. Eventually she came to his gold eyes and say them staring down at her warmly.
"Fine." he said in defeat.
Clary felt the corners of her mouth go up
HeartbeatsTo the sound of a thousand heartbeats fading away.Heartbeats2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sound of our cries as we go through another day.
All that was and all we've become.
As hearts slowly become numb.
Here for now but around not for sure.
There's only so much pain that one can endure.
Flying fast, feet never touching the ground.
As away we all slave, as away the hammers will pound.
Running fast from a danger unseen.
Never wanting a shoulder on which to lean.
Holding fast to the hate in my heart.
Learning to push aside love has become an art.
I pant and heave as my breath is stolen away.
Hoping inside I'll live to fight for another day.
Can not know, no, never am I sure.
On and on the torute you spur.
Stealing my soul, my heart, and my head.
And I don't know who I am as I fall into bed.
Where have I gone and what am I now?
I've gotten somewhere but I still don't really know how.
Can a pulse beat at the speed of light?
Is it too late for me to take flight?
To the sound of one heartbeat fading away.
I'll stop my fight a