Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil.She walks around with her hands over her ears. She has heard so many horrible things, so many screams, so many cries. She cant hear more or she'll fall apart, one chip too many in her soul. She cries silently at night while trying not to hear. And so she covers her ears to silence the pain.Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And no one notices.
He walks around with his hands over his eyes. God, the things he has seen. Only a few years old and damaged beyond repair. Those things will never be forgotten, those expressions, those hands, the pain. He will never recover from seeing so much blood, so much violence. And so he covers his eyes, to try to block the images. And no one notices.
They walk around with their hands over their mouths. They aren't just witnesses but victims. They know things no one should know, and they were taught in the worst way. the things they have experienced, the things that have been done to them. This world is evil and they know its darkest depths first hand. And so they cover their mouths, so a
Through the looking glassIs this all real?Through the looking glass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is this sensation we feel?
Are we just reliving the life we once lived?
Did we die already and just get revived?
Who once decided what's left and right?
Who sees everything in black or white?
Is this whole world just a dream?
Is this all part of some scheme?
The answers to the questions were not written in ink
It always changes no matter how much you think
Because you're neither right nor wrong
People have been searching for answers for so long
Laws and rules,
Are just some of our tools
Tools to make this world seem more vast
If they are not believed in then they are just the past
Do we have some weird ideal?
Are we nothing yet real?
An answer is that ''we are'' therefore we exist
But that doesn't always mean we can coexist
Searching for answers can lead us to depression
But when we find the answer, do we remember what is the question?
Requiem Fall:Requiem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have been all these things to me at one point or another.
Did my heart
Did my hope
Did my home
All this for the raking of an autumn kiss.
You hold as much of
God's divinity in you as does
the Angel of Death.
Every faltering leaf
Devil's Got A Brand New DanceDevil's Got a Brand New DanceDevil's Got A Brand New Dance2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hiding from the sunshine
tucked into the night
candles on the corner
bring your face in to the light
smoothest of the talkers
with the moves that you learned to survive
in a groove with the lambs on your altar
that would die just to watch you jive
Devil's got a brand new dance
The devil's got a brand new dance
Devil's got a brand new dance
and it looks like you
You say we all took a dip in the ocean
but lost control in the tide
we all start with hearts that are open
till the water sweeps them aside
we all get a little pleasure
laying in the bed of a lie
we all get a little bit higher
on the skeletons that we climb
Devil's got a brand new dance
The devil's got a brand new dance
The devil's got a brand new dance
and it looks like you
Entry 3Entry 3Entry 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is starting to get worrying. I was standing at the bus stop with a friend this morning, just chatting, when I noticed the figure again. I still couldn’t make it out clearly, it was still pretty dark and it was among the tree line. What worried me more is that my mate couldn’t see it at all, and during the time I could see it, both our phones were playing up - either displaying static screens or just nothing at all. I could also hear one of the neighbours complaining about his TV playing up.
I’ve seen it a few too many times for it to just be a trick of the light, or just a figure of my imagination.
Now call me crazy, because this is gonna sound ridiculous; but this figure showing up and the electronic interference can’t just be coincidence, no matter how hard I try and convince myself otherwise. What creeps me out further is that, if I am correct this ‘person
Entry 2Entry 2Entry 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, I was walking home from town today about 6pm, so it was dark - it being winter and all. It’s a built up residential area so there’s lots of light and lots of people too. It’s also a pretty safe area - a low crime rate, decent police force etc - so there’s normally nothing to worry about.
However, something caught my eye. On the roof of a two storey building on the high street, I caught a glimpse of an abnormally tall figure. It was dark, so I couldn’t really make it out. I assumed it was someone up there for some reason or another; maybe maintenance, maybe just a homeless bloke, maybe just a youth. To start with it didn’t really register as anything of any importance. This was until about ten minutes later, when I swear I saw the same tall figure, cloaked in darkness out of the corner of my eye, down an alleyway not too far from my house. I went to take a closer look and found nothin
BlackBlack is the color,Black2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind goes blank, dark, dimly lit
The farther I walk, the closer the darkness encroaches
What was once a space for thoughts
Is now a horrifying pit of shame
Nothing to gaze upon, nothing to grasp in my desperate hands
I am alone
Alone with thoughts that torment for pleasure
Given up I float in the darkness, let it lift me through the pain, regrets
I find myself at the mouth of a cave, lit by sunlight
From my pit came beauty, and the will to move into a world
Splashed with color
Left alone in the dark... (Story)Left alone in the dark... (Story)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat alone, there in the dark. The lone light bulb giving off
little light. It was my only link left to my sanity.
up already." "Yes yes. Give up. Sink into the dark."
"Join us. Let the last of it go." "Be free."
The voices were back. I looked down at the claw marks at my
feet. I pulled my legs closer to my body. The chains on my ankles
jingled. Something hit the small window at the door. Leaving behind a
bloody mess that looked like fingerprints dragged across glass.
light around me started to shrink. I closed my eyes willing some of
my little sanity back. Behind my eyelids was black. Pitch black. I
felt a whirl in my head. Pictures played back though my mind.
Come on! Run faster!" That voice. "My foot! Help its
stuck!" My friends. Its them. And the moment I dreaded. Gunfire
went off in the background. Causing the birds to fly from the trees.
A scream I had heard many a time before echoed like
Inner DemonsInner Demons...Inner Demons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I got up.
I tried again.
I keep my head down.
I ignore the stare I know are there.
I hear them talking behind me.
They don't think I can.
But I can.
My books are knocked down.
Laughing is heard.
An evil inside of me stirred.
My inner demon awakened.
I bet they see me now
Talon's and wings.
May not be seen.
But a demon nonetheless.
A growl and a swipe.
Can you see me now?!
Or do I have to show my inner demons?
The girl you knew is gone.
Another Trick?Pokemon Generation 1Another Trick?2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Blue and Red, Green and Yellow.
The Kanto Region
Made to be a part of the World as we know it.
References India and South America, ect.
Pokemon Generation 2
Gold, Silver and Crystal
The Johto region
Attached to the Kanto region, and a part of our world
It is in Pokemon Generation 3 that I draw my attention.
With the recent outbreak of Lavender Town Syndrome, the seizures from the Porygon episode of the Anime, Generation 3 was a real change.
Suddenly, there were no references to the real world.
No references to Johto, or Kanto.
To Professor Oak, or Bill
To Team Rocket.
To Red, or Blue.
But why the sudden isolation of this new world?
Why break away from the extensive world, and yet stay with the same name and interface?
This was still pokemon.
It turns out, this was not always the case....
The programmers at Game Freak, completely purged from the first two generations, wanted the Game Boy Advance to be able to mildly intermix with the Game Boy color. Th
Can't Wait to Meet Him (Fruits Basket-one shot)Can't Wait to Meet Him (Fruits Basket-one shot)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summer vacation is going to begin tomorrow. I wonder how things are going to happen this summer Will it be fun? Don't know, maybe I should just hang out with Yuki-kun. Maybe we could do karaoke with Kagura-chan too. Hmm
Today is the first day of Summer. No classes eh? Hmmm I picked up a newspaper. I looked at the lower left corner of the second page. "Oooh " Pen Pals My eyes flashed with excitement. Should I try one? Could be fun, and a new friend would be great. I guess I should pick a person here in the list then.
Kyo. Kyo. Seems like someone interesting I'll try it. I started to write a letter and mailed it.
Konnichiwa, My name is Tohru. I saw your name in the list of Pen Pals in the newspaper I read today. Don't worry, I'm just a girl looking for someone to have friendly chitchat with. Hope we can become good pen pals, ne? Please reply, arigato gozaimasu. ^__^
It's been 2 days since I wrote that le
Entry 4Entry 4Entry 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, things just got a hell of a lot weirder, and scarier. Maybe my stress levels being so high recently has affected my short term memory, because I honestly don’t know where I was yesterday. Last thing I remember was leaving my house about 9am yesterday morning to go to a mate’s house, and this morning I woke up in my own bed fully clothed, all doors locked. I rang him about it, and he said that I hadn’t turned up, and when he rang me yesterday morning to ask where I was all he got was static and a horrendous screeching noise down the microphone.
However, I have some clues to work with; for instance, I know I was here at some point during the day. There are a few empty cans of Pepsi, an empty packet of crisps, normal household waste. However, there was a camera that’s been in the loft for a year or so now on the table. I don’t even know if it still works. I also have no idea what may have caused me to retrieve said camera. I also f
Towers - 1 - 001"The sun grew darker and dimmer as the humans' towers rose taller. Some believe this was to keep ourselves from burning in hellfire as we ascended to the heavens; a marriage to nature that ensured our well-being."Towers - 1 - 0012 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Humanity had fallen unto it's hubris. Rising in tandem with the Towers, their unwavering pride ensured that soon, all but naught would remain of their kind. A self admiration that spread as a cancer on their world, gave birth to us... Born from a cancer... what does that make us?"
Rifel crossed his arms, tapping a single foot against the harshly depressed soil, oblivious to the destruction of the young grass and flora this action would surely author. He raised an arm to gesture as if he were pointing below, his large vulpine paw implying that significance may lay in the infinite abyss below.
This, as if some sort of pseudo-cue, caused the ursa beside him to step forward and look as instructed, both curious and confu
Towers - 1 - 005"Two children is all a mother may bear. This is not a rule of our leaders – but one of nature. Attempts to give birth after the thought are met with the death of a mother -- and her child. The lapine race however, is a significant exception. The ability for the rabbits to breed unchecked has led to overpopulation and famine."Towers - 1 - 0052 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Valessa gripped the bedsheets tightly in her paw, panting intensely as the sweat on her body became effectively a sheet of ice. It had only been a week since the murder on the outlook, but the events were still fresh in her mind. As if infinitely reoccurring; that was how she knew another scar had been born into her brain. It was the early morning hours, and thus her sight blurred with the fatigue of being prematurely awakened. Until she rubbed her eyes to get them accustomed to the waking life, she could only help but make out the reddish brown of her fur, and the way that at her knees, it changed abruptly into black.
This was t
The ShadowA messenger, a God of DeathThe Shadow2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching your every step
Following your trail
Holding your fate
Clutching your soul
In his cold, dead hands...
Entry 6Entry 6Entry 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My little amnesia problem has struck again. I don’t remember anything after 8pm last night, and I know up until that point I was at home camera ready to catch a glimpse for my illusive stalker. My only guess is that they made an appearance and I was drugged or something again. Apparently I’m into sleepwalking as well. I woke up in a ditch some miles from my house. The only reason I knew where I was was because I recognised the windmill. On another note, my chest aches like hell but there are no signs of any cuts or bruises.
I was in for a nasty little shock when I got home as well (I walked home, I wasn’t in any mood to deal with buses or for hitchhiking, and I don’t know what I would have said to any of my friends has I asked them to come pick me up). My front door was shut but not locked, which worried me, and then when I proceeded into my house, I was met with a ruined living room. The sofa was upt
Blind and Broken - a play(Lights up. The stage is dim except for a light center stage, where there is a single chair with the WOMAN sitting in it. She is sitting very seriously, if slightly solemn. Her eyes are closed and remain closed until otherwise stated.)Blind and Broken - a play2 years ago in Drama More Like This
WOMAN: Noises. They were all that I could sense. There was nothing else but noises. Sounds, sirens, screams…laughter. Those were the only things registering in my mind, in my head. The smell of blood was long gone, though I knew it was still there; the feeling of warmth had vanished; and everything was dark. At least, that part can be explained—my eyes were shut tight. For what reason, I can only speculate…I was not a part of this, am not a part of this. I was an observer…a victim. Yet, somehow, I was an accomplice. I didn’t want to see it, in the end, though.
I don’t know how long I had been standing there, hands held behind me by what should had been cold metal cuffs, though I had no feeling of them
AnxietySmile and waveAnxiety4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They cannot know
The pain that you feel
That you're ready to go
But they don't have to worry
You will not leave
You're stronger than that
And can beat this disease
National test: MathNational test: Math2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If Jonathan has five pieces of apples and giving away the second how much weight the sun?
:EnGarde- Ch 7::EnGarde- Ch 7:2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alec opened his eyes slowly, blinking away the last fragments of his dreams. He rolled to his side and regarded the lump under the covers there, smiling softly. The blonde scooted himself closer to Caleb's sleeping form, brushing strands of brown hair from his closed eyelids. The fencer stirred under Alec's fingertips, burying himself deeper into the sheets.
A grin stretched across the blonde's face and he leaned close to Caleb's ear, his hand slowly traveling down the boy's arm and under the covers.
"Wakey, wakey " He whispered seductively, shaking Caleb at the hip. The brunette opened his eyes and squinted up at Alec.
"Rise and shine!" The hazel-eyed boy said warmly, smiling down at him. Caleb pursed his lips, his eyes only half open.
"Why are you touching me at like 6 in the morning?" He practically growled at Alec.
"It's 9:30, silly!" He said laughing, letting his hand slide down and around to the inside of the brunette's thighs. Caleb
Otherwise Good ConditionI have worn the same dressOtherwise Good Condition1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for four days, because
I am sick, exquisitely
black and gold, your drunk
dimestore Nefertiti. A
white stain announces
itself, a muddy star:
here. Undo yourself,
those sallow words you drink,
let the silk fall loose. I've got
a face like dirty laundry
and burial grounds --
What I touch becomes
unwell. I wear my hair
like it pains me,
like a little girl
sucking her teeth
at cars, the caked little
tombs of sugar that crumble,
under the hot milk
of the sun.
Little Miss Anxiety AttackLittle Miss Anxiety AttackLittle Miss Anxiety Attack6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You touch me and the sparks fly,
That's all there is to it.
Loss of breath, the nausea
I know I won't get through it.
It feels like I'm dying,
Is this a heart-attack now?
No, it's my nerves acting up again
And how do I deal with it? How?
I'm surrounded on all sides,
And I fear I will faint.
I'm gripping my head,
Murmur a feeble complaint.
This jostling crowd,
Makes me tremble and quiver.
My brain fogs over,
So I stand there and shiver.
I can barely breathe,
I fall to the floor, dizzy.
But nobody notices,
They're all far too busy.
I cradle my head,
Try to block out the noise.
No one understands,
I'm different from other girls and boys.
Remember this feeling,
If you see someone crying.
Maybe they're scared?
Feel like they're dying?
Anxiety disorders effect many people,
They make you avoid and hide.
Don't hold it in, don't suffer now,
Together, we'll make it subside.
And together, you can forget the tears you have cried...