The Finest Casket (Complete Story)The chandlers, grocers, butchers, clothiers, and every other merchant in Chantsville was yelling in the streets outside the shop where I was studiously working. Their ruckus combined with the bleats and squawks of livestock wandering underfoot, creating a bustling racket that would drive the unfamiliar ear to distraction.The Finest Casket (Complete Story)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was used to the noise, however, and I was so engrossed in my work that I would have sworn the world was silent save for the sound of my chisel biting into the cedar box before me. Delicate curls fell from my worktable, collecting in small drifts upon the dirt floor.
I stopped to wipe sweat from my face. The pause gave me a moment to step back and survey my work.
Yes, the casket was coming along beautifully. I had mitered the joints meticulously. I had planed it smooth as glass before tracing out the panels on each side. I had spent days, chisel in hand, carving the scenes into the wood, and the entire workshop smelled strongly of cedar.
It was almost done, and the c
The Solipsist's LotThere's something about yourself that you don't know. You probably don't remember the circumstances very well, but I do. If you enjoy things the way they are, if you revel in even the smallest speck of ignorance, you need not read ahead. I won't force you. But from what I know of you, you don't like secrets. Especially not when they are about you.The Solipsist's Lot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You see, when you were born, so at once was everyone else. Your mother, she sprang into existence, just like that, the instant your tiny infant brain achieved the smallest semblance of self-awareness. Woven out of the ether, she remembered everything that never happened, and she looked down at you, cradled and squirming in her loving arms.
"Oh," she said. "So here is life."
The doctor was there too, although a moment before if there ever was a moment before he was not. He just nodded, smiling assuredly, and said, "Here is the beginning."
OpenIf I opened my heart just like a book,Open7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how would you see me? Would you even still look?
Would you push me away and pretend I'm not there?
Would the honest me be just too much to bear?
If I threw away caution, let it fly in the wind.
Told you my secrets let all of you in.
Would you still look at me kindly, even still care?
Would you hold my hand gently and still be there?
If I looked at you with anger and sadness or fear,
with you, knowing the reasons, still lend an ear?
If I was to cry and fall down on my face,
would you lie and say nicely it was done with some grace?
With all of my faults laid out to see,
could you accept them and love them honestly?
The price you would pay seeing me under the light,
all the imperfection's and scars no more out of sight.
If you knew me, all of me, open and whole,
would you still say you love me, with all of your soul?
Would you look at me, the same as you do,
when you think that you know me,
when I know that's not true.
GunsMatt didn't like guns. Never had, never would. There was just something about the certifiable weapon that threw him off; feeling the cold metal against his skin, tasting gunpower in the air. He didn't like it. It was too much power in his hands. Power he didn't want, never would. Fuck, he hated even having the skill to wield it. Sucked, since a Wammy brat, of course Matt knew how to fire a gun. He understood all the technical how-to's, could list off each part as if it were the back of his hand, and had extensive knowledge of every piece of weaponry fired in WWII. But even though he got all the tech talk and could shoot one, if the urge ever hit him, didn't mean he had to like it. Nope. He was perfectly fine using his sarcasm and quick thinking to get out of a jam, thanks. Guns were just.....not his thing.Guns2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oh sure, fake guns were alright. He'd played enough shooting games at enough arcades to know that it was a totally different thing, and therefore felt A-ok doing it. Target practice
-Distance is the reason-Distance is the reason,-Distance is the reason-9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That I keep my thoughts on you.
I cant see you every day,
And there's nothing I can do.
All I do is hear your voice,
And dream of your sweet face.
Not even in the simplest world,
Could a memory be retraced.
I think of you each minute,
With the songs that always play.
Or the midnight shadows calling out,
Or the sunlight in the day.
I wish I didn't cause these things,
To happen between us.
Maybe, some day, things will change,
And they'll be able to soon trust.
All I want to do is cry,
Whenever I hear your name.
I know that I cant see you here,
Without you, I'm not the same.
Its my fault that this happened,
And I'm sorry that it did.
Who would have guess that you and I,
Would ever even kiss?
But now I fear that things have changed,
And it's all because of me.
I'm the reason I can't smile,
Or be the best that I can be.
I'm the reason that I changed,
To someone that breaks down.
Without you there to hold me close,
All I can do is frown.
Even if I hear your voice,
HeadacheHeadache2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fejfájás? Nosza, lételem.
Minek ennyi érzelem?
Újabb nap a Pokolban;
Ez az út a Paradicsomba?
Haragom már átkozom,
Megölöm és áshatom.
Ölni viszont nem tudom.
Nincs meg eme hatalom,
Mellyel én olthatom,
Örömöm és bánatom.
Elröpült az élvezet,
Kikötött és vétkezett.
Halna mind a halomba,
Úgyis belefér a Pokolba.
P. Klaudia 2013.09.04. ©
The Moment is BeautifulEvery moment we live and breathe,The Moment is Beautiful5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We have the chance to open our eyes and see,
Things...a little differently,
Than we ever have before
And every moment, if we take the time,
We can discover what it means to be alive,
We find all the answers that we hide inside...
Life is accepting, it can never be denied...!
And the moment is beautiful...!
We live and learn,
We laugh and love,
Sometimes we stand alone,
But we always rise above...!
The moment is beautiful...!
Because the moment is beautiful...
Every time we take the chance,
To take a stranger by the hand,
We give ourselves a moment to understand,
Things...a little more than before
And every moment, if we choose to believe,
Can be so much more, than we thought it could be,
And what we want matters so much less, than what we need...
Opening our minds...truly sets us free...!
And the moment is beautiful...!
We live and learn,
We laugh and love,
Sometimes we stand alone,
Jace and Clary It was one in the morning and Clary was sitting on Jace's bed, drawing in her sketch pad. Jace was in the shower. Isabelle was sleeping, Alec was marking a new dagger in the weapons room and she didn't even know where Simon was.Jace and Clary6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I need to talk to you."
Clary jumped when Jace's voice close behind her. "I hate it when you do that."
"I'm sorry." Jace said.
He had on jeans that rode low on his hips and he had no shirt on, revealing his marked body.
There was a short silence when Clary realized that Jace was waiting for her to speak. "What do you want to talk to me about?" she asked.
He came over to sit on the bed next to her. "Remember when we were at Taki's and I told you I was only interested in being your brother?"
Clary had been trying hard not to think about that day. The day she had finally decided that she didn't care if he was her brother
.:Who I Am:.They called me ugly.:Who I Am:.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i put on makeup
in the hopes that one day
i might be beautiful
They said i was fat
so i stopped eating
in the hopes that my waist would shrink
and Their hearts would grow
They told me i was weird
so i tried to change myself
distancing me from the girl
i have known my whole life
They told me i didn't deserve life
so i began to hurt myself
in the hopes that somebody would see
that i'm in pain
and that i would become worthy
i took Their scorn
and i tried my best
to become the person
They said I'd never be
but yet in the end
i failed tragically
hating the fact that i'm
who i am
They told me i should die
so one day i finally decided
i'd try to grant Their last wish
to finally get something right
but now i see
that I am worth something
That their words
Are nothing on me
From now on I'll only be
What I was meant to be
And I won't change
For anybody anymore
they will not control my life
I will not let them dictate
my thoughts or my actions
because I will not stoop down a
If You Couldn't Say I Love YouWhat would you doIf You Couldn't Say I Love You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I took those words from you?
Would you show me with your hands and your eyes?
Your kisses, laughs and sighs?
You've got a lot to prove
But if you succeed
I won't turn away from you
I won't turn around and leave
Show me how you deal with this love
This feeling we're both feeling
Show me a reason to stay
By showing me everyday
What would you do if I took those words from you?
So you couldn't say I love you
What would you do
If you had love to prove?
Watched it burnKing being murdered upon the throneWatched it burn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams made out of solid stone
Learn to fly and learn to crash
Nightmares in a lightning flash
Life's what you get, not what you earn
Too bad you sat back and watched it burn...
She Was But A PuppetShe Was But A Puppet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fragile skin, pale and cold, wrapped with strings that cut her deep, leaving marks upon the flesh as she danced, the silk of her dress flying around her, drowning her.
She spun upon her toes, wincing at the pain but putting on a smile, bearing the blood as she made her way around the stage, receiving cheers as she moved gracefully.
Her hands were lifted above her head, fingers circling each other as she trained her once bright eyes up towards the man that made her move, the Puppeteer.
His jacket was a worn red, patterned with symbols she did not understand and his grin was evil, bearing all teeth as they glinted at her, telling her to move or else. His top hat fell slightly forward, covering the crimson eyes that made her weak with fear.
Looking back towards the audience, she flashed a smile, one so fake she wished her face would shatter with the lie and danced again, string pulling upon her porcelain skin. She was sure she heard a crack but could not stop as her hair brushed her shoul
The LovestoryThe Lovestory5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I love you "
Purposefully observing the tiny virtual soldiers flickering across the TV screen, I felt truly uncomfortable. I could practically feel the weird look on Sam's face: a concoction of puzzlement, disappointment and ire, directed straight at the left side of my face. It took a few moments of Sam's one-sided staring contest before he finally turned back to his game.
I couldn't believe I'd just said that. Again.
Sam's old and ever-creaking couch which he, for some odd reason, insisted on calling Missy made a slight protest as I stood up jerkily. I made fast robotic movements to the kitchen, quite falsely recalling the abandoned popcorn simply a personal excuse, nothing more. As typically in such a situation, I could practically feel the burn of his gaze on my back. Call it guilty conscience or what you may...
"You've been acting weird lately, you know..." Sam exclai
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back 1. I say nothing I am thinking.Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For twelve years I have wanted
to do exactly this, but suddenly
pronouncing my own name calls up
the question of who it belongs to
in the same breath Like
Solomon I was born a singer
but in the wrong key and my
chords will not carry me, will not
summon the wolves to me only
packs of hungry dogs
stupid with domestication
but nearly feral And like
a hungry ghost I have learned
not to speak against those
who will give me food
2. A sketch of myself.
He says I must have been born
in the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste of
the crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,
and suddenly I open my wide arms for
New Orleans, find myself needing the wind from
the Great Plains. Like a buffalo I have the spirit
of the Sun and I carry it with me. I am a plant
of burnt umber,
brown, ready and waiting like
sage bushes, like the hill you go to that is best
for collecting jun
A Tribute to 20 LostDimpled hands and a heart of gold,A Tribute to 20 Lost3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a daddy's girl that will never grow old.
For you, baby, the world had other plans,
but now who is here to hold Mommy's hand?
You were a victim of things too mean;
you should never have known the bullet's gleam.
Now Mommy sits and holds your teddy,
while Daddy tries hard to hold her steady.
A little box that breaks their heart,
so many families now broken apart.
A man so sick, no right in the head,
has caused so many lights to go dead.
No one will know what you could have done;
a doctor, a lawyer, or the mother of a son?
Misery replaces where once there was love,
as your parents pray you'll fly up above.
A beautiful smile has sadly been taken,
and the hearts of the world have all been shaken.
DistanceI'm thinking of you again.Distance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I stare at the map.
My finger traces the line,
And I smile sadly to myself.
As it is only centimetres,
That keep us apart.
Long distance loveNo matter the distance that separates usLong distance love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It may hundreds, even thousands of miles apart
But always remember my love
The distance makes no change to my heart
Long distance relationships...Long distance relationships are now occuring more and more. This type of relationship are considered by many as not being real because it obviously is lackin physical presence of both lovers in the relationship. As fake as many people brand this relationship to be, expect it to keep growing due i large part of the internet. More and more people find people they are talkin to over the screen as intriguing and more. Not too many people would ever think that they could be in this type of relationship because before the internet, the only type of relationship in terms of distance was obviously short distanced relationship. Long distance relationship might perhaps be the hardest and most grueling relationship of all and this is why people dont bother thinking about gettin into one. The distance can and will tax and burden a heart so much that it will cause 95% of relationships to end. Not having physical contact isLong distance relationships...11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
breathing.tonight you are alone, silence keeping your heart company. you try to breathe but there's no air, there's no air, there's nobreathing.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
one to love you.
you close your eyes and pretend life is a fairytale and the prince just saved the princess and the dragon's been slayed and everything's okay now, everything's okay. and everyone is smiling and happy music is playing in the background and there's only going to be sunny days. everyone is saying, here's your happy ever after, it's all yours now. everyone is happy -
well, except for you, because right now you're pretending you don't exist.
you compare hearts to fingerprints; no two are alike.
except yours was imprinted on a piece of paper. yours was on a piece of paper and it was raining yesterday and you left it outside and now it's all ruined.
but it doesn't matter anyway, because it's not like anyone wanted it in the first place.
tonight you are alone and panicking and your heart's racing and you're shaking.
he told you that some days, the su
In Lesson...In Lesson...2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Ültem én szolgaként,
Bilincsbe kötve voltaképp.
Végignézek a cellámon,
Fáj a fejem de nem bánom.
Láncba kötött testemmel,
Sebesre rítt lelkemmel,
Véstem mindezt rímekbe.
P. Klaudia 2013.09.24. ©
Newtown, ConnecticutNo more music plays today--Newtown, Connecticut3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's nothing left to sing,
Not in the wake of this
Against everything that makes us
What joy is there today--
What laughter, light, or beauty?
When children lie
'Neath hard, cold earth,
When mothers curse
Only pain are left
In the shadows of the day.
Children lie dead today--
Nevermore to run to Momma.
So many brilliant stars,
So many soft, angelic voices
And now, in shadow,
We have nowhere left to run.
ShadAmy - Miracle of Love~Miracle of LoveShadAmy - Miracle of Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Snowflakes Phase 1
White, sparkling snow fell from the starry sky at a quick speed. Although it was the first snowfall of the year, the ground was blanketed by the rapidly falling ice crystals and frozen precipitation. The air was chilly, many windows frozen due to the sudden change in the temperature which reached below freezing point.
Sonic and his friends agreed to live together, sharing a spacious and cozy house outside the forests neighbouring Westopolis. While everyone slept, chilly air was leaking into the house, drafts finding their way through any available openings causing much discomfort to the Team members who were exhausted from dealing with another one of Eggman's plans. Despite the cold, they all fell asleep rather quickly, tired out from the fighting earlier that day. Yet one team member didn't share the other's annoyance at the arrival of the cold, frozen precipitation.
Amy Rose was gazing out the frosted window with a look of wonder on her face