Become the WinterBecome the Winter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Becoming the Winter
First I hear the cracking. I can feel through my bare feet the hair-thin lines spreading across the ice. And then everything beneath me vanishes.
I fall, plunging into the icy blue depths, and watch, helpless as the jagged frame of pale light slowly slips further away.
I reach out towards the watery light, even as my fingers lose all feeling.
The cold presses in, seeping past my skin, spreading through my bones and into my heart.
But even as I sink, feeling my blood become ice, I close my eyes in relief, because she is safe.
Everything else fades away.
Except the cold.
It is the cold more than anything else that is suffocating. Pressing in, closing out all else. Taking away the light.
And it doesn't go away.
It seeps in, past my heart, beyond my blood, into my very soul.
And now my soul is slipping away, melting into the frozen water.
Memory becomes liquid and flows away.
Then I feel it.
The touch of cool, silvery light. A touch I
ParkourYou will see themParkour5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In the middle of town
Running and flipping
Always upside down.
Their feet are always moving
With their hands as support
Doesn't matter if the shoes get fucked;
New ones can be bought.
On grass, cement
Or even jumping on cars
Their minds are crazy
With their sexy parkour scars.
A computer for others
But the city is their playground
While experiments are being done;
This is how tricks are found.
Rolling on the floor, climbing a tree
Or walking on their hands
Doesn't matter what they're up against
They'll conquer all the lands.
It's not an easy sport
But it involves fun and laughter
The guys are a team;
Soon joining is their female partner.
No rules to follow
They make up their own
You see them jumping and turning
While you're on the phone.
There's nothing to compare
With what you feel
But all that counts is
Everything they do is real.
Call them crazy
But I call them my supermen
Once an awesome trick is done
Get them to do it again!
Soon there will be complaints
the biologist.prelude.the biologist.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i’ve found you many times
written in the frays of an
old biology notebook;
blue was your favorite color
& you lived between margins
of summertime grey. you loved
the idea of science & studied each galaxy,
nebulae, & cluster of stars
as if they were your own. you had scars on your
fingertips & chipped teeth,
but you still managed to smile
even while you were trapped beneath
i’ve found you many times
carved into the canvas of
you never once left a cut
that i couldn’t bandage &
overlook. but i do miss your
familiar sting, your hollow name
etching crests in my
irises. helpless, are the spirits
you once prayed to,
yet here i am:
just as helpless as you.
body & chapters.
i’ve found you too many times
splayed across my living room
eyes adrift in an ocean of
melted fire that trickled
down your young throat
so many times. though i can
recall your heart
entombed within my ribcage,
speaking against my wants
& hating me for
just another adolescent love poemlet’s get this straight right now:just another adolescent love poem9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are people i can only talk to
at four o’clock in the morning, when
the line between decency and secrecy
becomes just as blurred as the one between
night and day.
you’re not one of them.
i’m not ashamed of you.
or scared. and don’t try to tell me that’s not
a miracle because i still check under the bed
for monsters and behind the shower curtain
for serial killers. i know it’s all in my head
but things like that make me terrified;
i mean, i still hold my breath crossing by a cemetery
and someone else is always going to have to kill the spiders.
i’m hoping that someone will be you.
which i’m also hoping i’ll never accidentally tell you
because it’s like i lose all cognitive reasoning
around you, even when we’re fighting.
you split me down the middle, half of me wanting
to tear out your femur and beat some sense into you
and the other half wanting to give anything,
even the foun
.they say home is where.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the heart is, well i've
only ever had one of those
Interview With Dan PhantomMy footsteps echoed throughout Clockwork's lair. I tried to ignore it, but when I saw Clockwork himself watching my approach, it was a good distraction. Staring makes me nervous. He noticed and looked away, fiddling with his staff.Interview With Dan Phantom4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So- you're back," he started as I came to a stop. "What is it this time?
"This isn't personal business for once," I said, trying to sound official. He stopped and looked at me with an eyebrow raised. I sighed in failure. "Ok, fine, it is slightly personal. But only slightly,"
"Figured " he turned around and started floating to one of his screens. "Now, what is it you want to ask this time?"
I fidgeted. "Actually It's not you who I want to ask "
Clockwork froze. The screen had shown who I was referring to. "No," he said firmly.
"But I'll be ok. You're here after all. What's the danger?"
He then flew up close, only about a foot away from me. "He is the danger. You know that,"
I smirked. "Maybe he won't be dangerous. Maybe he'll listen to me. Y
Society.Society is the cruelest of people.Society.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She praises those who are familiar with her sisters, wealth and fame.
But she puts down those who are close to her brothers, Shame and poverty.
She makes the brave and strong into the poor and lame with her silver tongue.
Her laugh hurts the souls of what she calls "Lower class." as she laughs with her favored "Upper class".
Her smile startles the lower class, they ask "Why must you look at me so?" And she sarcastically replies "No reason."
She is a tyrant in a easily manipulated world, who can only be stopped by her elders, war and death.
CharlieWe're all just kids playing a part. That's what it boils down to.Charlie2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm the kid who gets to play hitman today. The other kids, they're playing guard. Hands in their pockets, feeling up their guns. Makes them feel big. Calms them down. A security blanket in a holster.
That's what it boils down to. Dressing for the part, having the right props. If you're running around in your street clothes, you're a thug, a hood, a gangster. You put on a ninety-dollar suit you picked up at Ross, and all the sudden you're a mobster, a wiseguy, paisano.
You're still just playing Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, Thugs and Mafiosi.
Rule of three. Say it enough times, and you'll convince yourself of it.
Look at yourself in the mirror, jacket and tie and shoulder holster. Tell yourself, "I'm a badass." Wash, rinse, repeat until it sticks. Get into character and stand around, chest puffed out, one hand on your gun, one on your cock.
Repeat the lines you learned watching other people pretend t
behind, and to the righti.behind, and to the right10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were a series
of battles won--
of your strength
litter the kitchen bench,
something to hold on to
when the need's
wasting you away
twelve months sober
undone by one hour
the vodka bullet
dismantled a persona
in jagged pageturns,
like tomorrow was
already a memory,
and one day, tomorrow
you died on valentine's day;
symbolism gifted in the form
of a flowing red bouquet
and desperate hopelessness
at least, that's what
they didn't say,
once the war
Inkwhen you dream, your grandmother asksInk1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
"what do you think of tattoos?"
and her mouth twists upwards
as an echo of a smaller you
beribboned in texta
asks the same question.
when you visit, your daughter asks
"grandma, what do you think of tattoos?"
and your mother's mouth twists--
when you were 18 and rubbed raw
when you ached and arched and fought
when you were growing thorns under your skin
and you came home
your mother's mouth twisted,
and with a snub-nose sniff,
demanded you cover that ugly thing.
later, when your daughter's daughter
draws an awkward portrait on her wrist
you tell her,
catch the stars to remember her wishesi.catch the stars to remember her wishes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she rememberes the little things first.
her favorite color is purple
she likes blueberry pancakes,
and leaves pennies face-up on random street corners.
even with these pieces, it feels like
a huge chunk has been torn away that she could never retrieve
there are scars on her person
she does not remember getting.
her body is a map of memories
she does not know how to read.
they say she used to be calm and collected,
but now she is hot and fiery,
and they don't know her anymore.
but that's okay, because she doesn't know herself.
she misses the sun,
and the bad school coffee and English projects
and her own bed
and the person she was before.
even though she can't remember, she misses.
when they tell her what happened,
car crash. one dead, one survived.
internal bleeding. damage to the brain.
amnesia. amnesia. amnesia.
and she doesn't remember but she flashes between images
like loose strings that she can't help pulling.
a hand to hold. a quick
seek (FFM 13)He's been searching for as long as I've known him; for what, I'm not sure. I can't quite decide if he's certain. But what I do know is this: he's not finding what he's looking for. So often we play out the same scene, the same routine. It hasn't changed in years, and I expect it will continue to be acted years in the future.seek (FFM 13)10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eleven at night, and I'll find him in the library, surrounded by papers. His eyes, they're possessed by a frenzy, a fanaticism. When this happens, I know that we're having one of those nights. I hope that he'll abandon his search, come to bed. He never does. I've given up reprimanding him with any real feeling, and his contempt is only a token gesture. We keep up appearances, but I no longer remember who we think we've been fooling. Ourselves, perhaps.
Twelve, and I curl up in the corner with a book or a notepad, but I never read or write. I fixate upon the veins in his hands as he rummages with increasing distress through myriad photographs, document
Retribution II. CollisionsRetribution I6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A prick in the back of his mind alerted Revan that something was wrong. Behind the cold mask, his red eyes danced across the scene of the raging battle before him, trying to ascertain what he could be sensing. His average-sized fleet had come under sudden attack by a Republic battle group that was waiting for them to drop out of hyperspace.
After months and months of Republic retreats halfway into battle, Revan's warrior blood was aroused by the prospect of a full-on battle. So far his foes had not disappointed, deploying their full strength in an engagement for the first time in nearly a year. A quad of capital ships were in close while a smattering of light cruisers, destroyers, and frigates were stretched in a loose line attempting to close around the Sith fleet. Revan's own ships, shimmering gray and silver Interdictors, heavy cruisers, and a battle carrier, were responding to the welcome challenge with energetic gusto. Silver Sith and maroon Republic fighters
sempiternali saw you today, for the first time in months.sempiternal3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i admit, it took me a few seconds to remember
all the words to the song you played on repeat in
your car, the one you couldn’t sing with open eyes.
the music used to come so easily to me,
but when i saw you today, i could only remember
the chorus, and it stuttered its way through my head
over and over again. for the life of me, i don’t know
what comes next.
i have spent years picking up the pieces of you
that you left behind, years spent memorizing
the echo of your heartbeat and the rhythm of
your breaths. your favorite color is purple.
you like sunflowers, autumn, and the creek
that flows behind your house. you like movies
and popcorn, you like ferris wheels and candy apples.
you love your mother and miss your father. you’re
afraid of alcohol and terrified of yourself. there
was a point in my life when i thought maybe i’d
be able to grow old next to you.
i know it’s stupid, but i’m afraid of not knowing
exit stage leftif this were a movie, this would be the momentexit stage left2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i break down crying in your arms and i tell you
every little thing about myself that i’ve learned
to hate at four in the morning when i wake up
and ask myself why i’m still alone and you would piece my world
back together with your hands and a simple phrase and i would
no longer want to cry all the damn time and i would
want to leave the house and actually end up leaving the house
and if this were a movie that would be the climax and
that would be the ending scene, us
falling to the ground, me in your arms,
me with my make up running, me thanking god
that i met you, you holding me, you pressing your face to my
hair, you thanking god that you were able to get to me in time
and if this were a movie you would hold my hand
through turning off ovens and locking
the backdoor at night and you would cook dinner on the nights that
i can’t get out of the bedroom and you would eventually figure
out not to worry about me when i
underage armageddon.listening to blood drippingunderage armageddon.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
off your own fingers is surreal;
a pandemic for gods,
insult to injury
upon the wanting mouths of cracked
concrete as the acid rain
falls to split its skin,
to end the world;
“ a p o c a l y p s e ”
into the ears of our children.
(to spew a more terrifying
our lungfuls of air
no longer taste like air.
it’s your pride we smell,
our intestines we rip from our bodies,
to rid our beings of your
from our eyes, the notion of your
skylines of souls,
of my cherishing your precious
& forgotten inside
my belly. “i’m sorry,”
cannot heal the 10,000 cracks
you burrowed deep into the
of this nation
without even giving us the relief
of breaking the cycle.
wallowing in tiger teeth,
& lizard scales to adorn your
fragmented couplets about
broken heartstrings &
poisoned clock springs:
a direful nexus t
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Wait for meWait for me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You pulled my body to yours
Your lips taste like June
And your skin like summer rain
Wait for me,and I'll come-soon.
I want to know your dreams.
The ones on the inside of your eyelids
Those wrapped into the smell of my lashes
And the purple dust I'll always need.
I live for the touch of your fingers.
Then,our bodies start to burn.
I need you close,so close.
Wait for me,and I'll return.
Don't let the snow take our love.
Without your love,there is no me.
Cause I have no ordinary lucks.
And I have no ordinary sins.
You should know I'll always be there.
We left marks on each other's skin.
For us,there is no end.
I'll stand beside you when you leave.
weighted down1. I am sixteen, suddenly.weighted down9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have grown up without anyone
telling me. My car keys rest heavily in
my palm. Each new college I hear about
rests heavily on my shoulders. I am
not sure how much longer I can take this,
all this extra weight of responsibilities, of choices,
of the future I’m not sure I want to have.
My skin feels stretched across my body
in places that don’t really make sense.
I still feel too big in every bad way—I’m
afraid I always will.
2. My first boyfriend tells me he
thinks I must have bits of the
universe inside of me. I try not
to get offended: I know he means to say
that kissing me is like kissing stars,
and that I hold the secrets of creation
inside my soul, but all I can think about
is how huge the universe is.
3. He breaks up with me at night.
For hours, I lean against my truck in
the driveway and look at the sky.
Stars are cold and distant,
I realize. The universe is big
4. Someone in my philosophy class tries to tell me
DPStars: PrefaceThe Adirondack Trading Company store was quietly bustling with frequent and chance visitors admiring the woodsy-themed merchandise as per usual. However, today, on the second floor, a pair of unique strangers strolled through the uneven aisles, glancing about with the utmost curiosity.DPStars: Preface8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ooh, look!" Timmy said, and raised the awe-inspiring item high. It was a pen, whose body was made to look like a stick of wood whittled at the ends, one bearing the modern tip, the other from which spouted a large brown plume. "Can I get it? Please, please?"
"No!" Danny said firmly, though with a distinct crack, "You'll just torture me with it all the time..."
Timmy frowned. "No, I won't, I promise!"
Danny pursed his lips, and scrunched them to one side. With a sigh, he conceded. "All right, you can have the stupid pen…"
Timmy handed it to him, and the older boy approached one side of the glass counter. The clerk smiled as she recited the price, which Danny approximated with crisp dollar bills. Taking t
GumballXCarrie: The Memories-Carrie's POV-GumballXCarrie: The Memories3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
My time with Gumball has been one of the most amazing experiences of my afterlife. Sure it hasn't always been perfect; what with there being times where we would fight, and all of the ridiculous prejudice we had to suffer through at the hands of a so-called friend. But now, everything seems to be peaceful and content; we rarely get into fights anymore, and we're always with each other every day. He knows how much I love him, and I know how much he loves me too. We've never kept anything from each other, and we've always been upfront with each other; even if it did hurt some of our feelings. But at the end of the day, as long as I had my "knight in blue fur" by my side, I was perfectly content with my life.
Looking back, I believe I can recall almost every detail of our relationship together. I remember the very first time he asked me out; the way he was so nervous in asking me was just adorable. Truthfully, at the time when he first asked me I was a little bit weirded ou