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Realization of DarknessJoyfully, I dance,Realization of Darkness4 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Until clouds obscure the moon.
Alone, I shiver.
Stuck.Going down and down…Stuck.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bobbing at the surface
between light and dark,
here and there…
But there is no
in between.
There is no escape,
and I question if there will ever be
a way out of this Hell.
I scream at the top of my lungs
from the bottom of my hole,
but no one helps me out
or dares to try.
Made by DesignMade by DesignMade by Design7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brooke Armendarez
Mr. and Mrs. Lowe sat anxiously in the small cluttered doctor’s office. They sat side by side in a red plush couch, waiting silently for the genealogist to enter. The desk in front of them was covered with books, loose paper, and family portraits. Plopped in the middle was a high-tech laptop. Mrs. Lowe gave her husband’s hand a tight squeeze and looked around at the posters on the wall. One had a picture of five perfectly beautiful babies smiling at each other. It read, “Neogenealogy: Creating a society of healthier, happier people.” Another had a picture of five-years-olds dressed up
When all is said and doneAs I stood next to the window paneWhen all is said and done7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And past skipped down the memory lane
Nothing matters much
when all is said and done
So we should keep walking
On parallel roads, yet never talking
Just as life goes on
When all is said and done
If life is to be led this way, so be it
No sighs will be heard, no tears shed for it
No reason to fear pain
When all is said and done
My FriendsMy friends are so important to meMy Friends7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know where I would be
If I didn't have them by my side
They are always on my mind
They always know how to make me smile
I would run a thousand miles
Just so I could be with them
I can't think about what my life
Would be like without them around
They always brighten my day
Even when I am in such a low mood
They know just the right things to say
I wouldn't be who I am today
If it wasn't for my friends
They made me who I am
They made a part of me
Come out that I never knew I had inside
They accept every side of me
The good and the bad
They put up with all of my problems
And they are a
Perfection isn't a size Perfection isn't a size.Perfection isn't a size8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
"I just want to be perfect."
"I want straight A's."
"I want a boyfriend/girlfriend."
"I want a ton of friends."
"I have none of these and I don't even know why I keep thinking that I will get a perfect life once I'm skinny."
There is no such thing as perfection. You have to earn the grades. You have to be yourself and talk to girls/boys in order to get one. To have lots of friends, you have to put yourself out there and be a friend, but just because you have few friends, doesn't mean you are worthless. Wouldn't you rather have a select few that you KNOW will be there for you or have a whole wad of friends and n
Finally6 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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A Dark LakeA Dark LakeA Dark Lake1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The setting sun lit the lake afire. Ripples wrought waves of the dusken flames across the water. As the sun fell beyond the horizon, it left a sky of dripping blood. The surface of the water shimmered as a crimson drop silently fell. Cold eyes watched as the drop disappeared into the clear waters
A warmth spread through me, as a burden was lifted from my shoulders. My eyes slipped shut, as the adrenaline coursed through my veins.
Hours past, sirens broke the stillness. The lake stood solemnly. As the darkness smothered the land, a dark figure stalked silently away.
For the constant hunger, must be sated.
Dream SnatcherThe silent widower of thoughts,Dream Snatcher1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creeps upon the dreams of night.
Stalking through the dusk,
The vigilant hunter of hope.
The witching hour rises,
As nightfall ushers in,
A hushed menace.
Innocent children lie in rest,
As hopes of days to come,
Are snatched before their shiftless lids.
Gliding on the bowels of gloom,
Ever squirming,
Writhing,
The demon that is,
The dream snatcher.
Preface By Isabel MartePreface By: Isabel MartePreface By Isabel Marte4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I just can’t seem to get that day off my head. It’s just been countless month...no, years since that day. I can’t ever forget it.
“Zon, where are you going?” I asked anxiously. He all packed up, ready to go.
“Tell me where you’re going!” I demanded. He looked away from my face.
“I have to go somewhere; it’s my dad’s orders. Since he is the general of his military, he told me I have to follow in his footsteps. He told me that, soon, I have to take over his business.” He paused.
“When will you be back?” I asked.
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Chapter I By Isabel MarteChapter I By: Isabel MarteChapter I By Isabel Marte4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Oh, come on, Isabel! You have to stop this!” Leon demanded. “You’re always so sad! And when you do smile, it’s usually a fake smile.” I sighed. “Isabel,” he continued, “it’s been a long time. I don’t even know how long; I wasn’t keeping count.”
“Almost four years. Well, three years, nine months, two weeks and …four days…” I answered. Leon and Nara just stared at me in silence. They were both disappointed; I couldn’t blame them though. I looked away so that I wouldn’t have to see thei
Chapter IIChapter II By: Isabel MarteChapter II4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“No! Please, no! Tell me this is a lie!!” I said looking at Leon’s and Nara’s miserable faces. They told me that Zon was dead. I didn’t want to believe it, but it did seem possible. “No! He’s alive! I know it!” My voice broke. I had uncontrollable tears. I could hardly speak anymore.
No, was the only word I could manage to say.
No, no, no, no, no.
Then, I heard a doorbell ringing. I quickly opened my eyes, alarmed by the sound of the bell. I was relieved when I realized I was just having a nightmare. Thankfully
HalloweenYou know the moon risesHalloween7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With an angry glow
The zombies shamble up
Rocking to and thro
The vampires are hissing
The succubus are kissing
Halloween is here
Give in to your fear!
PresentsFromSanta: Secret Santa 2011PresentsFromSanta: Secret Santa 20111 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, there was a lake, laid around with white frost, where winter reigned. It was known in villages some miles away as the Lake of Winter. In further parts, it was simply called the Ice Loch. Swans, ash-coloured, swam there, to guard it from curious travellers. If anyone made their way into the lake, there they disappeared, and were never heard from again. People said that a siren turned it to ice in her anger at being abandoned by one she loved. She swore that only true love could survive the winter of her heart.
Let us walk away from this cold place, towards a boy and a girl. They are in love. I could go on about their love an
The Arianna Rewind'For demons are not known for their honesty…'The Arianna Rewind2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is a time in everyone's life when they wish they could turn back time and relive an experience, armed with the memories to change the outcome. There are uncountable times in my life… well, let's not get into that. I'm here to tell you about a girl named Merri. She lived through a confrontation between her mother and her father, which did not go well.
Merri and her mother were sitting in companionable silence together in their house, when the front door banged open and in came her father. His eyes were wild, his voiced slurred; the man was clearly drunk and very angry. He ignored
Two Truths and A Lie ch 1 Two Truths and A Lie - JokerxHarleyTwo Truths and A Lie ch 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ch. 1: The Safest Place to Hide is In Sanity
"Dr. Quinzel? Your 2:30 is here."
"Send him in." Dr. Harleen Quinzel pulled her shoulder length blonde hair back into a loose ponytail and closed the file she had been perusing. She looked up at the door in time to watch the newest addition to Arkham Asylum shuffle into the office and sit in the chair directly opposite her desk.
"Joker," she breathed.
"Hello, doc-tor." He enunciated every syllable carefully, slurring slightly as he ran his tongue over his upper lip.
Harleen shivered. His voice sounded like a mixture of nails on a chalkboard and a car driv
Un verdadero hogarSoy una persona de ningún sitio. Nací en una grandiosa ciudad en la que apenas viví dos años, y posteriormente me trasladé a una ciudad pequeña, vacía, en medio de la nada. Siempre aborrecí la ciudad en la que no había nada que me llenase, ni gente, ni monumentos. Fue por eso por lo que nunca me sentí de un sitio concreto. Podría decirse que nunca tuve un verdadero hogar.Un verdadero hogar2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mi familia es de varios sitios que podrían resumirse en una palabra: norte. Ellos son de allí, se sienten de allí, hablan y actúan como ellos. Pero yo no soy de allí, así que siempre me he
The Black DogYou stand motionless on the path you once knew so well, you feet standing on the edge of a yawning chasm which, only moments ago, severed your path, leaving you stranded, only able to stare forward into the murky distance.The Black Dog2 years ago in Settings More Like This
A sudden snuffling sound rings out behind you, but you turn to find nothing there, only the path back. Something brushes against your leg and the same sound emanates from around your waist. You do not look down, instead choosing to stare back out across the chasm were once a path you knew so well wound though.
A heavy, but familiar, weight settles on your shoulders, one you remember from your past. Sitting on the fracture
El ocaso de los derrotadosUn paisaje de blanco infinito delante de mis pies. Vacío. Desierto. Ni tan siquiera un alma se distingue en esta fría y sobrecogedora escena. Tampoco la mía, pues dejé de tenerla hace mucho.El ocaso de los derrotados5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Camino sin rumbo alguno, un paso tras otro, por el cuadro níveo que me rodea. Estoy cansado. En verdad, no me siento fatigado. Mi cuerpo está en perfectas condiciones. Podría continuar caminando hasta el fin del mundo si así lo deseara. ¿Pero tendría sentido? No. No es mi intención encontrar un lugar al que ir. Sólo deseo vagar, vagar hasta que pierda la noción de mi existencia.
Mi espa
CREEPY PASTA OC: Going Into TownGoing Into TownCREEPY PASTA OC: Going Into Town5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The new day had arrived as Slendy gathered everyone into the main hall; Masky looking over at Sadie who is still dead asleep yet manages to keep her feet on the ground, "today is the day everyone has been waiting for out of every month! We go to Creepy Town and go shopping for supplies for the rest of the month," Slendy states as the whole gang gets overwhelmed with joy "oh man I'm going to the weaponry to get my knife sharpened, it's getting a bit dull" Jeff says, "I'm probably going to the tailors and get me some new garb" BEN smiles as Hoodie says nothing and instead gives a thumbs up. Masky walks over to Sadie, "you've ne
Wish I could have saidFor my grandmaWish I could have said6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"I love you to the moon and back"
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12 years ago...
I remember you told me that you loved me
And how you carried me when I was three.
I remember your tight hugs
And your your white gloves
And wondering what I was gonna be.
12 years later...
I'm walking down a narrow hallway.
I'm still thinking of what I'm gonna say.
And it hurts me deep inside.
And as I walked though that wide door,
I almost hit the floor.
But I just closed my eyes and sighed.
4 days ago...
So many tubes are connected,
This is not what I expected.
Right then and there I had to cry.
You eyes weren't even open.
My heart was a
HoL: Ballroom RP Seraphina: *floats away from the dining room grumbling towards the recreational room* Welcoming feast...how exactly is that welcoming to the ghosts who can't actually EAT anything..*continues her own rant a bit and just before entering the recreational room she spots a young child ghost peeking in as the music plays*HoL: Ballroom RP1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Iggy: -not sure what to do at this party/feast of sorts. He had been to the food already but also found himself wandering off and heading towards the music he heard. Glancing inside he looked at the few others that were in there but didn't enter. There was chatting and some dancing but it seemed like only older people should
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