The WildFlowers: I Think I Need YouThe last five years, and everything that had happened between them had finally lead Harper to this point in her life. It had been a rough journey, full of things she couldn’t have possibly expected, but looking back, it was worth it. She did what she had always dreamed of doing, finding Neverland.The WildFlowers: I Think I Need You3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But of course this came with a price, leaving her home, and losing her family. She could never go back home. But now where could she go? As she took one last walk down the main street of King Charles Harbour, the thought struck her like a bolt of lightning. She had orders to leave Neverland, but where would she go? For such a beautiful summer evening, she sure felt cold and lonely. Would it be better to go back to Ireland, or would it be worth trying to stay here. Everyone warmed up to Harper and her crew over the years. Everyone except James.
She kept her eyes out over the horizon, at the end of the street she saw the pier and of course, the open ocean. The wind breathed a sigh through
DO's and DON'Ts of OCsDOs and DONTs of Creating OCs.DO's and DON'Ts of OCs7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm not a brilliant or fantasmically talented writer, but I know a decent OC when I see one. Or at least a non-crappy one.
I think we know how this works. Here we go
1. DO Try to vary your OCs personalities. In the real world, if everyone had the same awesome, flawless character, life would be mind-numbingly BORING. Also, not everyone is nice/horrible/depressed/energetic all the time. (Unless, of course, you want to use that as a flaw.)
2. DONT get too hung up on making profiles for your characters. Profiles are for procrastinators who want to make a fantastic character without getting started on the actual story. I was guilty of it too, before I realised how boring filling out the same form over and over again was.
Try describing them in the story, THEN make notes to help you remember stupid boring details like their star-sign and eye colour so you dont accidentally change them halfway through the st
mia culpa, mia miasmaI'm still counting chromosomes and odd numbersmia culpa, mia miasma4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
still playing hopscotch over the symmetry
of your shoulder blades, your whispers
skipping 'cross the seventy percent water
the one forty proof rum, still running
until we can sleep,
that thing they called relationship
something common, like counting
rocks at the bottom of a wishing well.
I am slipping through, sliding into
a seamless cervix, and she's serving
throat lozenges in the mean time,
mean time and mean country
serving time in this union, this marriage,
they served cough and coffee
held the Capricorn, held up the register
held the infant to the sagging bosom of
Hollywood and serfdom and surplus
as the nagging empress struts her new clothing
on the turnpikes of Mulholland Drive.
can you feel the elasticity of time as sleep approaches
as the veal spills over red royal carpet
like tumbleweed's of lamb chops rolling 'round
Rockefeller's city center.
so shed dead skin
and skim the film of old money
see my t
City of Fallen Angels QuotesCity of Fallen Angels QuotesCity of Fallen Angels Quotes5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary made fun of him about his new look; but then, Clary found everything about Simon's love life borderline hilarious. She couldn't believe he was dating Isabelle in any serious way. Of course, she also couldn't believe he was also dating Maia Roberts, a friend of theirs who happened to e a werewolf, in an equally serious way. And she really couldn't believe that Simon hadn't yet told either of them about the other.
"What would you prefer? 'What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers ."
"They're staring at you. Maybe their master died and they're looking for another vampire to own them. You could have pets." She grinned.
"Or," Simon said, "Maybe they're here for the hash browns."
Camille leaned forward. When she did, the neckline of her black silk blouse gaped open. If Simon has still been human, he would have blushed. "Will you let me see it?"
Simon could actually feel his eyes pop
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
It's never too lateYou will have been dead fifteen years tomorrow,It's never too late3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and yet not once have I visited your grave.
I was always busy; there was always time
to see you, to make amends. And yet, I feel
it's all a sham. I could make time, but I fear
the truth. It's easier to believe my lies.
If I went, I'd see your plot, see how you lie
untroubled, beneath the soil. Your tomorrows
ended many yesterdays ago. No fears
to face, no debts to pay. No decisions grave
to weigh your brow. Not like your son. How I feel
the heaviness of this life. There's too much time
and not enough. Lives end every day. It's time
to stop hiding from the pain. My future lies
along a path you've helped me walk. I can feel
your touch in everything I do. Tomorrow
is too late, sometimes. It shall not be graved
into history that I gave into fear.
For too long I feel I've lived a life of fear,
of caution, of safety, and, and yet such times
I had. Oh dad, you'd be turning in your grave
if you saw the choices that I made that lie
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,I think you left a piece of you in me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
The Animal(Howl into my ear;The Animal4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
give me your claws.
I want the animal in you;
in you I shall nest.)
Take your clothes off, take them off for me.
Let me see the scars and the marks,
those dark moles and faint sun spots.
I want to memorize the way your fur grows.
I want to tickle my cheeks with your goose bumps.
Let me count the bruises and the cuts.
I'll bless them with names;
I'll lick away the blood stains.
We can lie skin to skin for days.
I have enough kisses for your brows and lashes,
for nails, teeth and toes, for thighs and knees;
in your curves and dents I'll nuzzle my nose.
Let me see your skin dance.
Through and around; your every breath performs,
through and around, an ancient holy chant.
I don't want your dreams; forget the ifs and the maybes.
All those regrets you carry are nothing but sad stories.
You don't have to utter a single word;
your body holds all the promises.
Don't tell me any secrets, hold your confessions;
just take your clothes off, take them off for me.
© 2012 melekelif
darwin's revengein the embryo of the citydarwin's revenge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in their cage
they paint their nails not
that the sun is watching
from his trap door
in the cloud ceiling where
whales can't swim but go
and drop down their weight in rain
not measured in pints
but lives overflowed
in lost archipelagos full
of automatic islands
that catch the eyes like needles
when viewed from further away
than the end of the world
MockedI'm the girl who is always mocked for how i lookMocked3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For how i dress
What music i listen to
I sit in bed and cry
Not because of what they say hurts
Because it does
But because I'm not appreciated
Wondering down a path
I try my best
But nothing works
I don't eat because I'm "too fat"
I listen to my music loud to block all the words
Those words that will stick in my head
Make me cut again
I don't want that
I just want to be freed
I feel so trapped
I cant explain it
I begin to have feelings for someone
They aren't ever mutual
I sit and realise
Once again my hopes are dashed
Its a vicious cycle
I've never been told how to love
I've never experienced it
I feel empty
Yet tears slowly roll down my flushed cheeks
Has taken hold of me
no wonder it took him 1455 pageswhen i was seven years old, a group of kids in my grade threw rocks at me for liking neopets more than webkinz. from then on, i was convinced i knew what hatred meant. but i don’t know how to describe it to the little girl who sits in the corner of my womb and in ten years might call me mommy and ask for help on dividing the world into black and white.no wonder it took him 1455 pages3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
would i point to the churches with their bigotry? to the cotton fields of the south in the 1800s? to the classrooms of modern day america? would i tell her about how the jews stood in straight lines, waiting to die, with fear in their eyes and faith in their hearts? or would i try and describe the sound tyler clementi’s body made when it hit the water of the hudson river after he jumped from the george washington bridge?
would i point to myself and say, “i am hatred, i am hatred to others. i am lying and cheating and stealing and coveting and jealousy and hubris. i am the idea of every time someone wants to kill someone
Evil Inside of Me, Ch.11Sjin and Lalna were silent on the walk back to Icaria. Both were silent, and Lalna was leaning heavily on Sjin's shoulder, the scientist having trouble supporting himself after nearly getting choked to death. They hobbled along at a slow pace, the only sounds being the thud of their boots on the dry earth. Lalna sighed and turned his head to look at Sjin.Evil Inside of Me, Ch.113 years ago in Settings More Like This
“Why?” The blonde man asked.
Sjin looked at Lalna quizzicaly. “Why what?”
“Why did you save me back there?” Lalna pressed.
Sjin sighed. “I did what I needed to do. I didn't want to see you die. Neither did I want to see my ex-best friend kill someone.”
Lalna was silent. The answer didn't satisfy him, but now was the not the time to dig for a better one.
The two approached the massive marble gates of Icaria. They swung open with a dull thud and the two walked inside and headed towards where Minty treated the wounded. They had one heck of a story to tell.
Strippin gently carried h
Xephos Curse (Part Four)"WHY IS THE PORTAL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BLODDY SKY?!" Xephos screamed, as he was looking down, with the small, narrow wooden bridge leading to a large land mass.Xephos Curse (Part Four)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I don't know. It's always been like that." Tobuscus said fondly, as he headed to the land mass. Xephos quickly followed. "Feel free to look around…OMG FLYING SHEEP!!!!" He yelled. Even know he very much knew the sheep could jump high into the air. As he chased it, Xephos decided to look around the large land mass. Though he thought it was kind of weird that they where hundreds of feet off the ground, he was intrigued. Soon, a honey colored rabbit landed on his head.
"Oh, hello, who are you?" Xephos smiled, taking the rabbit off of his head. It tilted its head to the side, guessing it didn't have a name. "I am going to call you Dew, is that ok?" The rabbit seem to nod its head, and jumped back onto his head. Xephos laughed, as Dew nestled in his hair a bit. He looked around, to see that Tobuscus was no
The power of love...Dreams are like angelsThe power of love...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There she stood, red hair blowing in the gentle breeze...
They keep bad at bay
Not a movement from her. Not a twitch...
Love is the light
She turned. Not the normal turn, but slow...
Scaring darkness away
I couldn't look at her. Not in this state...
I'm so in love with you
With one movement, she could go. Leave me to this dreadful world...
Make love your goal
I try to step forward, but can't move...
The power of love
Her gaze. So cold. So dead...
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
She's in my arms...
Flame on burn desire
Cradle her in my arms...
Love with tongues of fire
Tears in my eyes, rolling down my cheeks...
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
Make love your goal...
Ticci Toby x Reader Bitter-Sweet Candy Shop Part2“What’s with your face?” I look up at Lucy and shrug.Ticci Toby x Reader Bitter-Sweet Candy Shop Part21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Don’t know. Maybe it’s just my face?” She rolls her eyes and removes herself from Ryan and walks over to me as I stand in the kitchen.
“You look all weird….” She placed her pointer finger against my forehead, as she poked out her tongue to the side slightly. I frown with a small glare. This was going to be a long night….
I finally lay my head on my pillow with a lazy sigh. The bed felt really nice compared to standing. But I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. My eyes continued to roam the darkened ceiling, while my clock ticked on the wall. Feels like another night of restlessness. I glance over near my window to see a figure in it, but with a shake of my head it was gone. Just my imagination….It has to be….
“Tell me again why I’m helping you with this girl?” Th
Yogscast a new world (pt2) part 3- Martyn & Toby -Yogscast a new world (pt2) part 33 years ago in Comedy More Like This
They reached Notch's house. Mo started jumping around, like a kid and not the grown up teen-cover. Martyn chuckled at Mo's excitement.
"Daddy!" It said and started to run towards the mansion. "DADDY!"
A shaved man walked out of the house with a big smile. Mo jumped up in his arms and he swung it around.
"Mo where the hell have you been buddy? Notch asked with a little bit of anger and worry.
"I was out and running around. Then a nice man came along, he gave me a bone!" Mo smiled brightly. "So then he took me home, but I managed to turn in the end. Sorry for running dad.."
Mo looked down a little bit and got hugged again.
"It's okey, it's okey. But who's those guys?" Notch looked over to Martyn and Toby who was smiling at the cute scene.
"I'm Inthelittlewood, also known as Martyn" Martyn said with a smile.
"I'm Toby!" Toby answered with a bigger smile.
"Then I know you! Of course it is!" Notch said with a smile. "Mo don't you want to invite your friends in over night?"
Xephos Curse (Part Five)"Sir Xephos, is that you?" The man whispered, as Xephos nodded. Tobuscus looked confused. The pieces didn't add up…quiet yet.Xephos Curse (Part Five)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"KP, is that you?"
"Yes, by Notch's name how did you end up here?"
"Ask him, he brought me here." Xephos pointed to Tobuscus.
"Hey, now cool dude." He said, pouting. "Either way, we came from an AWESOME glowstone portal."
"A-A… glowstone portal," Knight_Peculiar asked, his eyes widen in fear.
"Yep, I have been here for awhile. How long have you been here?"
"I-I really don't know. One day I fallen into radioactive lava, the next I was here! I don't know how long I been here though."
"Really, then how come I never saw you, HHHHHMMMMMMMM?" Knight_Peculiar stayed silent, and walked over to a bush. Behind it was a lever, and as he pulled it the sound of pistons was heard. Soon, a stair case appeared. "…Oh…" He said, as Dew jumped out of Xephos head and looked at the staircase.
"Xephos, where is Honeydew?" Knight_Peculiar asked, as Xephos bit his bottom lip.
Creepy as they get (Part 17) CreepyPasta x ReaderCreepy as they get (Part 17) CreepyPasta x Reader1 year ago in Drama More Like This
(Possible trigger warning)
"I know what you fear…. What makes your skin crawl… Remember this… Enjoy the darkness; you'll be here for a long while." the Shadow says, his voice booming in your ears, and with that everything went silent. It’s so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. You sit down leaning your back against the wall, trying not to panic. Scratching sounds would creep into your ears, then would fade away.
"I refuse to break! You think I'm scared of the dark?! Think again!" You yell out, standing to your feet. There is no response, you sigh and lean against the wall. Ton of pin pricks stab their way into your skin, you scream and jump forward. “What the-?” you say, reaching slowly for the wall once again. Again, you feel the pin pricks, your hand searing in pain. Just touching them causes immense pain; you grab your hand trying to make the pain go away.
You feel the ground move a bit, nearly knocking you back into the w
EnigmaI am the saintEnigma3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are the sinner
I am the loser
You are the winner
I am the storm
You are the calm
I am the chafe
You are the balm
I wear your thoughts
You eat my soul
I'm all in pieces
You are my whole
I long for peace
You adore war
I am your virgin
You are my whore
I steal emotion
You live for reason
I am too loyal
You thrive on treason
I break your heart
You bleed my mind
You say I'm gentle
You're cruel to be kind
The Amulet- Chp. 3Adam woke with a start, his clothes drenched in cold sweat. He sat up, taking deep gulps of air and he hugged his knees to his chest. A lock of brown hair hung in his hazel, panicky eyes. The room was dark, once a place of comfort but now reminded him of all the things that could be lurking in the shadows; gruesome images flashed across his vision. He clutched the amulet which still hung from his neck. He traced his fingers over the purple amethyst in the middle, all the rough and smooth edges now imprinted into his brain. He closed his eyes for a moment and it was like time stopped around him, the world falling into a deafening quiet. The stillness was frightening; no birds chirped in the early morning, not a single whiff of wind drifted in the broken window, no creak echoed through the old house, and Adam held his breath. He let the breath go and his breathing was steady again, calm and smooth as it became one with the air around him. He swung his body over the side of the bed and heThe Amulet- Chp. 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bullet Holes in Silk pt 2Bullet Holes in Silk pt 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ridge walked into the Captive Creeper, his hat already off his head and put on stand by the door. The speakeasy was busy, per usual, and the sound of people beating their gums rose and fell periodically. Ridge smirked as he wove his way around patrons and waitresses with ease.
"What'll it be?" Minty asked as he walked up to the bar.
"Oh my usual hair of the dog," he replied with a smirk, ammused at the obvious play on words he used.
"It'll cost you."
"I can afford it."
"I'm sure you can," Minty said as she poured the shot. She looked up, a strand of blonde fell into her face. "Blackrock crew's here."
Ridge looked back to see Rythian and Zoeya walking towards the bar. He turned back and smiled.
"Minty, can we both have a cup of Joe?" Rythian asked. "It's been a long night and it's about to get longer."
"And make it quick!" Zoey piped up sweetly. "We're on a case right now!" Ridge smirked at the smears of purple makeup on her cheek.
Rythian turned and leaned against the count
The Three Kingdoms | Chapter EightBy early next morning, Lewis had made up his mind on what he was going to do. It wasn't to attack Saplingvale and martyn, although the though was still in his mind but under everything else. He kept the idea there, even though he knew he most likely act on it. He had stayed up all night with hannah, Duncan, sips and Simon making decisions They too were against voluntary and unneeded warfare against a kingdom that may or may not have a ring and didn't do anything to them.Not unless Littlewood started something first, of course. But that was doubtful, seeing as martyn hated war. Lewis wondered why he favored peace so much, as apposed to wanting power and respect. Maybe it was just because he was young. In the long run, What they decided upon was to ride out to Enderstorm on horses to discuss things with Rythian.The Three Kingdoms | Chapter Eight3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Upon crossing the border into Enderstorm, lewis knew Rythian would either send men to stop them and make them turn back or he would simply destroy them without