Dust and CobwebsGood morning creeps!
I've finally finished moving all of my strange antiques into the new house I'm sharing with Mr. Cain. We've painted, and installed all of our modern conveniences into this lovely circa 1900 house.
I've been waging war on the dust and cobwebs since moving, and the spiders... you would not believe. I found their mother lurking in the most frightening of all places... the hard-to-reach crevice behind the toilet. It was a horrific fight, she being about the size of my entire hand, but I've managed to purge the house.
The house itself is strange. It's not very big, but it's the biggest house I've ever lived in. It has mysterious tiny doors that don't open, a cupboard under the stairs, fireplaces in every room, and tall ceilings (which is good, because Mr. Cain has the proportions of Slender Man). I'm already imagining the kind of hobgoblins who lurk in the walls and the monsters in the attic because something has to be making those noises at night...
I'm looking forward
from YOU to eternatyAh wanna tell ya 'bout a girlfrom YOU to eternaty4 years ago in Personal More Like This
You know, she lives in room 29
Why... Why... that's the one right up top a mine
Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry
O Ah hear her walkin'
Walkin' barefoot cross the floor-boards
All thru this lonesome night
Ah hear her crying too.
Hot-tears come splashin on down
Leaking thru the cracks,
Down upon my face, Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Ah read her diary on her sheets
Scrutinizin' every lil bit of dirt
Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt
Fled outa the window,
And shinning it down the vine
Outa her night-mare, and back into mine
Mine! O Mine!
She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet!
and standin' like this with my ear to the ceiling
Listen, Ah know it must sound absurd
but Ah can hear the most melancholy sound
Ah ever heard!
the winter poemThe crows sweep out from my carthe winter poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the country roads, frozen fields
and a wave of black,
it lifts me as they flock away and
back, silent and sure of themselves,
then the chatter as I pass,
the community, fighting and
blooming up from the dead ground,
The Thin HoursI.The Thin Hours4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those of us here in this skeleton time,
this time of the year when the nights are thin
and dark, and dark with anxiety, peeling
as layers of an oyster shell, brittle and effaced
and somehow iridescent.
When the bell tolls out the time the sound is thin
and reaches into fractured air and softly
seeks the spaces between the atoms and
misses the vital Os and CO2s in a lasting,
failed pinball. The bell sound dies in
some space between midnight and thereafter,
and each tock tock of slipping cogs is
a repeat and not a moving on.
The air is filled with each dull sound,
each tock a repeat and a repeat again. And the
slip between this old year and the new is the
slip of ice on ice, a thing that will melt and
lose its meaning before the sun can rise.
These dead hours can spin out with
no regard for time, and
no regard for the drub of a beating heart
and no regard
none at all.
The moth at the window is a silent ghost, but
the wind has
the art ofit was too late;the art of5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
far too late,
by the time my gaze found his
across the dim and drunken
tangle of a scene.
his eyes were dark, the color
of burning wood and
dust in a foreign country, the
kind of eyes my mother taught
me to fear, and rightly so;
i could already feel his
handprints welling in a
malady of black and
five-o-clock blue just
beneath my skin, bruises
deeper than bone
as i pushed my way
Otto the Steampunk OctopusI mean, with a title like that, how can you not get excited?Otto the Steampunk Octopus3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Brian Kesinger's already made his mark in the animation world while working for Disney, but he's breaking out of that mold with a story of his own, revolving around an unlikely couple, Victoria and her fabulous pet octopus, Otto, following their daily adventures. They're downright adorable. Brian's work has always impressed me, and this project is no exception.
I can't really articulate my love for these characters... they're so charming, and portrayed in Brian's fresh take on a classic style, I don't know what's not to love - and I just can't wait for his book to come out! So if you haven't already, head over to his page and check out more of his work!
Lucius' Happy Memory: HP OneshotLucius' Happy MemoryLucius' Happy Memory: HP Oneshot3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was cold. So cold in fact that one could see one's breath puff up into the air with every inhale and exhale. But it wasn't the time of year that caused this bitter cold. Oh no, it couldn't be blamed on something as simple as the weather.
No. It was the constant presence of the Dementors that made Azkaban one of the coldest places on the face of the earth. But it wasn't the natural cold that merely made your nose red and your skin freeze; it was the kind of cold that entered the heart and sucked everything inch of warmth from the soul. It was Hell.
Most people have the very wrong perception that Hell is a place where you burn- all fire and brimstone and a little cloven hoofed devil poking you with a pitchfork in your rear at random intervals for the rest of eternity- but this is a lie. Hell is far crueler than that and all the prisoners of Azkaban knew this, for they lived in the wretched place.
Hell is cold. Hell is the place where you relive yo
Bella and Jacob Chapter 3Jacob cradled me tightly while we sat at the La Push beach. "Peaceful, calm, isn't it?" he asked me. I smiled. "Yes." We sat there wordlessly, thinking of the big event that would happen in just 2 days. A figure came rushing down on the beach, feet slipping against the sand. It was Edward. He stared in anger at me. "You shouldn't do this, Bell." he advised. "I love you too, and would you really want to hang out with those pathetic dogs?" "I already have forgotton the scent, blood-sucker." I thought. Edward frowned. I purposely whimpered, and Jake tightened his grip on me and snarled. I hugged myself into his chest. I frowned disapprovingly. "They are not DOGS, they are beautiful werewolves who would never try to hurt anybody, who have a kind, loving, sensitive heart." I added. Jake smiled at me. I grinned back. Edward snarled. "Just so you know, dog, I'm coming to the wedding." "Thanks, Edward!" I managed to say. Jacob rested his cheek against my hair. It was warm. I saw the forest inBella and Jacob Chapter 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This