SisyphusSisyphusSisyphus7 years ago in Open More Like This
i dont turn back as often
to catch again the voice of rock
grumbling a trail down hill. im not
as quick to be bent by the grief of a body
oblivious of its own weight
anymore my body
uncomfortably at ease
with its footing as i return
to the valley floor
but what does that matter here,
where no pace suits every simple task
unstopped by blossoms falling
or the rasping call of remembered
ive picked eternity's pockets
in Tartarus and stolen my tomorrows
from a summit where no shade
can keep me company. having escaped
the fiery wheel and cyan pool, i look
out across a valley named
here and turn back again,
of course. unhappy
only because i'm
turning toward myself.
This PoemThis poemThis Poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will be found
where you live,
somewhat short of breath,
missing an arm,
for the way
things used to be.
It will tell
the story of a dream
watching a dream.
Behind small jars
and bay leaf
you will catch
its scent, and,
as you move aside
a thing or two,
it will look up
with lips that move
like an eye
all the words for blue
(which might also
be all the names
for wind, weariness,
It will tell you
what kind you have been,
the shoes you wore
when you were.
will be found
where poems always are.
Evelyn Teresa Black - Character questionnaireName: Evelyn Teresa Snape (Née Black)Evelyn Teresa Black - Character questionnaire3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: 49 years old as of 2012. 35 years old at the beginning of the story.
Height and weight: 1,73m (sans heels). Weighs around 70 kilos. Which might seem like a lot, but Evelyn has been a amateur dancer for most of her youth and she runs every day, which accounts for a fair amount of muscular body-mass, particularly on her legs. Also her body built is rather sturdy and broad, particularly around hips and thighs.
Body type: Average height to tall and flexible, but with a very sturdy and solid frame. Evelyn has a cello-shapped body, with strong shoulders and back, slightly bigger than average breasts, round hips and butt and thick thighs (her proverbial "thunder thighs", which she hates). She has a slight tendency to gain weight (particularly on her lower half)if she doesn´t watch her diet and exercise.
Eyes:Almond shaped, somewhat narrow, of a very vivid golden brown. She has strong eyebrows tha
Birds of the Same Feather 1Disclaimer: This work of fan-fiction is not intended for personal profit. All the characters used in this fan fic are the property of Nickelodeon and/or other designated copyright and/or trademark holders.Birds of the Same Feather 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: I've taken a little authorial licence to put a slight twist into Episode 7, "The Aftermath" in order to squeeze it into the canon episode. It doesn't break canon, but it does satisfy my inner slasher which is squeeing. ;-P
"That was amazing!" blurted Korra excitedly. "I didn't think we'd make it."
Asami's eyes showed her excitement after racing her Satomobile at high speed. Korra liked how confident she seemed as she replied, "Well, you can't be afraid to mix it up sometimes."
"I gotta admit, I had you pegged wrong. I thought you were kind of... prissy," admitted Korra. Quickly, she looked back up at Asami and blurted, "Eh-no offence!"
Asami laughed, then stood up and set her green eyes steadily on Korra while discussing her physical training. "It's
'Post War'-Part IV- 'Of books and tea'- Chapter VI"I just ate something at Café Yalta, but I can fix you something to eat if you want" Evelyn offered as she poured him some tea.'Post War'-Part IV- 'Of books and tea'- Chapter VI3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Just tea will sufice, thank you. Café Yalta, huh? I hope to God you only had their buckwheat pancakes."
"You know the place?"
"Everybody does. Best pancakes and..."
"...worst tea of all Greater Manchester! So it IS true. Angela told me exactly that!" she laughed softly, sitting besides him and kicking off her shoes by the side of the couch.
"Yeah, a colleague of mine. English teacher. She wouldn´t let me have their tea because it supposedly tastes like toilet water"
"She might as well have saved you from some nasty infection. 'Supposedly' is entirely too kind. I´m fairly confident that their tea is actual toilet water."
"Cokeworth should put that in touristic brochures, 'Come to Cokeworth and drink the world´s worst tea'" her silvery laugher was growing in volume around him, as she ran her fingers through her long hai
AcceptanceAcceptance4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
October, 31, 2005
Severus didn´t want a child.
And yet...here it was...
Severus approached the cradle with feather light footsteps. It was a simple but elegant piece of furniture, made out of heavy and dark oak wood...an heirloom of Evelyn´s family, that her mother had insisted on giving them. A wealth of delicate white and blue covers and a veil of rich Irish lace protected it´s tiny occupant from the late October chill.
His long fingers drew back the covers to reveal the child to his sleep deprived eyes. A child who was no more than an hour old. A child that wasn´t expected. A mistake that shouldn´t have happened, as far as his father had been concerned.
He didn´t want a child...
Most people take parental instinct for granted...They imagine it´s only natural for parents to love their children. It just happened...But Severus knew better...In fact he knew from experience that it just wasn´t that simple...Nowhere near that simple...
And that was p
Boylan BooksI first see Neal across the open sparkle mall floor, paused in serious contemplation thought speaking solely to self, whispers not for ears or voices only thoughts, shining thoughts, open thoughts thinking marvelous wonders of books and dust and corporate-but-not bookstores. His hair is green not really but blue and green pirate green, red bandanna is he a pirate? asks the little girl with pigtails and chocolate snot embarrassed mother shoo be nice that's rude tugging hand with look of so sorry, she's five, not smart enough yet, please forgive and Neal with open half-grin smiling not really there but almost, not speaking but almost, not accepting or forgiving or out-loud speaking but just shelving, shelving, shelving.Boylan Books3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And when I stretch across open sparkle-sparkle tile mall floor (checked with gum and scuffed tile and not-allowed skateboards) Neal looks up, somewhat barely, face open innocent quiet not-there. I ask applications? Are you hiring? because I need a job but
StupidFox Contest EntryStupidFoxStupidFox Contest Entry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This article is about the animal. For information on the comic, see StupidFox.
The StupidFox (Vulpes bardus) is a small diurnal mammal found in the forests of the woodlands, and less commonly in the woods of the forestlands. The average StupidFox lives up to 10 years and weighs between 12 and 15 pounds (5 to 7 kilograms). While its most distinctive features are its Carrot orange fur coat and long, bushy tail, the StupidFox proclaims that its most flattering qualities are its roguish charm and debonair good looks.
Like most species of fox, the StupidFox is not a pack animal. It will typically live in a small family group until it begins to earn a living and pay for the first and last month deposit on its new den. At this point the StupidFox will begin to socialize with other animals, like the raccoon or rabbit, who reluctantly put up with his late night band practices and pl
'Post War' Part II - 'The Cat' - Chapter IIChapter II'Post War' Part II - 'The Cat' - Chapter II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, Ciarán...or whatever you name is... you found your way here, you should have no trouble finding your way back"
Severus fought the urge to simply toss the cat out the window. True to be told it would be rather satisfying to just kick the insolent furball out and watch as it ran away terrified. But considering his owner was his new neighbor, it would probably be more prudent to just show him the way out. Miss Black was petulant and intrusive enough as it was, mistreating her cat would only bring him more annoyance, and quite frankly he was in no shape to deal with it.
So instead of indulging on his more aggressive urges, Severus merely opened the kitchen to and let the cat out. It sat there on the windowsill for a few moments and left, making him breath a sight of relief...
Where was he, again? Oh, yeah...Cofee...
Alas..no coffee, and no tea...Actually, no nothing...When was the last time he had gone grocery shopping?...Hell, he couldn´t even rememb
HandmaidredHandmaid5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
head to toe
that's rarely felt
and one alone
to create life
but is denied
of such a blessing
but hardly mothers
Tokka Week- Loose CannonToph wasn't mad. She wasn't angry.Tokka Week- Loose Cannon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The word infuriated only began to cover it.
She stomped through the front doors of headquarters, her eyebrows drawn together in a grimace, her lips pressed into a straight line. A Captain had the gall to approach her, asking if the fugitive was apprehended. She pushed past him and gave an irritated grunt in reply.
She disappeared into her office and slammed the door behind her.
Sokka, having seen the display from afar, walked up to her office, knowing very well that she was the loose cannon at the station if there was one. Toph didn't seem to understand the fact that all of her actions bore consequences. That's how she had gotten Lin. And now that she was so spitting mad, there was no telling what kind of destruction she might cause.
He knocked on the door.
"What the hell do you want!?"
He automatically took a step back and took a deep breath. "It's me. Can we talk?"
Toph metalbent the door open. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. Toph was
.:MotherHood:.Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, the brisk moonlight basking her round stomach in a silvery glow, she placed two fingers on the bump, gasping when a kick pulsed through the skin. Her mahogany eyes searched her half bare form, she had swollen beyond what was normal, grew incredibly fast that she worried that something was wrong, until her doctor had confirmed the best news: twins..:MotherHood:.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Riza felt as if there were multiple movements, all over her womb, in unnerved her, as she was already struggling to hold her weight up at her current state. At almost seven months, the excitement in her heart had sky rocketed, including her husband, much to her delight. She was terrified at first, could she handle a child? Could she handle two? Twins!? A family, including Roy and herself? Especially after the lives she had taken, she felt horrible, undeserving of such a gift. She, in her mind, was hardly worthy.
"Everything alright love? You look worried" His arms slithered round her back to her enlar
Confrontation Bolin was walking back to his room on Air Temple Island when he saw a sobbing Asami running back to the girl's side of the island. His eyebrows narrowed and he frowned, knowing exactly what had happened. He felt horrible for telling Asami about the kiss and wished she had never brought it up; that was the kind of thing that Mako should have told her about, not him. He was actually a bit surprised when Asami questioned Mako's feelings for Korra, he thought Mako told Asami about the incident a long time ago. But apparently, he thought wrong.Confrontation3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He continued to walk to his room, but before he got there he passed Mako's room and stopped. He stood there and thought for a while; unsure if he should talk to him about it or not. Mako's behavior as of late was just unacceptable to Bolin, and he sincerely wanted to know why Mako was acting this way. He completely understood why Mako was being a little ov
The One with the EyesThe One with the Eyes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just a few months and it was already so hard. Mako sat next to his 6 year old brother. They had been on the streets for 4 short months, and they were broke and winter was slowly approaching. They needed as many yuans as they could get for anything that could keep them warm during the harsh winter nights.
Bolin taught his new found friend, Pabu, as he called him, some tricks and left a jar beside him. Most people walked by and ignored them, some nicer ones dropped a few yuans. Everytime one of these people came by, Bolin yelled "Thank you, kind sir!" in his high, squeaky voice. Mako sat there staring at the jar and folded his arms across his chest.
"Bolin, we need money for the winter. I'm sorry, bro, this isn't going to be enough."
Bolin pouted out his lip.
"Maybe I can run more numbers for the Triple Threats "
"No, Mako, I don't like when you leave for there. Those Triple Threats are some nasty dudes."
"Bolin, how else are we supposed to get money? I can't work at Narook's anymor
The FatherThe FatherThe Father4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Evelyn stood quietly at the threshold of the study, watching her husband pore over his books. She dreaded approaching him, yet saw no other way out of the situation.
"Just tell him. Stop being such a sodding coward!" The inner voice had been nagging her for two days, ever since her sister had extended the invitation.
Evelyn did not feel very brave. Soren's birth had changed their lives in a manner which neither one of them could have forseen. He had been a surprise. Severus had not wanted a baby. Her pregnancy had been marred by quarrels between the two of them which were so hurtful and mentally exhausting that she had done the unthinkable. She had left her husband. The separation had caused her anguish, guilt and anger, not only at her husband, but also at her mother who had surprisingly sided with Severus during the separation.
"A good wife belongs with her husband." They had reconciled. It had been slow and painful, but she felt the hurt and
You Can Say That Again*Flash fiction Island styleYou Can Say That Again4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jesus saves! I cast you out in the name of Jesus! So screams the preacher man slamming his palm against foreheads to drive out demons. Not more than a few feet away from the pulpit, an eighteen year-old member of his congregation claps her hands and shouts hallelujah!
Jesus' name is again invoked a few days later as they lay sweating and groaning in the back seat of a rented car.
-See me and come live with me is two different ting
The girl is pretty in an unrefined way, brash and loud and totally unselfconscious.
Baby powder coats her neck, chest and back, visible in her low cut top.
Her rival, five years her senior, cuts her eye in contempt. 'Country booboo,' she thinks. 'She look like fish ready to fry. Plus she skin ashy and she look like she doan know how to use hot-comb.'
Despite her belief in her superiority, her man doesn't come back.
-Puss and dog no have d
Waiting: 5Riza awoke in the night in a start, coming face to face with a sleeping Roy, chest heaving in a steady rhythm as his forehead bumped hers, light snores emanating from his mouth. His arm slipped over her waist, drawing her closer and nuzzling into her neck. She gasped, trying to fight the urge to push him away, instead placing a hand in his hair.Waiting: 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her eyes quickly darted around the barely moonlit room, searching for a father that wasn't there; she had become paranoid. Every section of the room was highlighted by the eerie darkness, from the fading wooden walls to the cosy feel of the blanket encasing the two. She felt the shrill fear of being watched pulse through her, as her stomach growled, pulling out of his grip and sitting up. "Where-you-going?" He whined, half conscious, his onyx eyes squinted, pupils dilating in the moonlight, She had to admit, his eyes looked handsome when they were lit in the light, even if it was barely any.
His hand came to grip her shirt with an outstretched
Rick Roll - Voldemort's VersionNever Gonna Give You UpRick Roll - Voldemort's Version4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As performed by Lord Voldemort
We're no strangers to death
You know the words and so do I
An hour's torture's what I'm thinking of
I wouldn't kill you like any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I hate you
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you live
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you smile
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna stop the curse and save you
We've hexed each other for so long
Your heart's been aching but
Hurts too bad to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the spells and we're gonna say them
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you live
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you smile
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna stop the curse and save you...
18.07.12Max had waited for this moment since the day he’d been first activated. So what if the Council had subsequently determined that his model was too unstable for actual combat and repurposed them as crossing guards. Max had been created to be a hero, and no amount of reprogramming was going to stand in his way.18.07.123 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Granted, his first two attempts hadn’t gone exactly as planned. There was no one to actually save in the first fire he set. He made sure there were at least five in the second, but some dumb X9 model had beaten him to it and got all the credit. Not this time, though. This time had been perfect. Plenty of heartstring-tugging potential victims, the nearest X9 units experiencing temporary technical difficulties, and a news crew with a perfectly timed tip.
And it’d worked. Exactly as planned. In the end, he’d only gotten out four of the twenty, but t
Tough love, no loveTough love, no love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eileen woke up to to sounds of her husband moving around and dressing. She hated the way he always got up ridiculously early and that he never did so quietly. It bothered her that the man made no distinction between weekdays and weekends: he always got up at the same time, on the dot.
Annoyed, she pulled the covers over her face and tried to go back sleep. For a moment she considered getting up and making a proper breakfast for once. Did they still have that can of Spam? She could fry some eggs and serve them with spam, maybe some beans on the side too. It was Severus’ favourite.
That child only seemed happy when she was in the kitchen. As if that was her only role or something. I’m definitely not getting up. She frowned as she decided. Besides, I don’t feel well, I think my chest is starting to hurt. It wasn’t until a few years later that Eileen learned that her seemingly random bouts of fatigue and pain were caused by multiple sclerosis.