A Warning LetterA Warning Letter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We shouldn't have tinkered with life, shouldn't have tried to slip death's grasp.
I am writing this letter from the deepest, farthest and safest corner of the world that I could find. I don't know how long I ran. She cannot find me, yet I hear her ghastly screams...her voice in my mind. Every faction out there must know that our studies have led to something unimaginable. People voiced their fears and doubts after few of those creatures appeared; these by-products of our experimental sessions. Ebastus help me, do not disregard this message! The previous mishaps might have been harmless, even if they managed to come through, but this beast is different.
She appeared during one of the sessions; compared to others, however, more like a fugitive of the underworld itself. Resisting our chants, the creature took on a physical form. Everyone watched in shock, paralyzed as she towered over us, then the skeletal smile upon her featureless face turned my way. It sent a cold chill into my very so
Wanderlust: Ima's history.Wanderlust: Ima's history.2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Chapter 1: Cub to Cliath.
It started as it always does with my breed. Two garou who should have known better, Beltaine celebration, and a lot of alcohol. The result was easy to guess, my mother got pregnant. And it was no use to hide that for long from the Sept officials. Luckily for her, my father was found out soon as well.
They could have killed both of them, and I would have understood that. But the sept was located in the woods. So instead of killing my parents, the Sept alpha ordered both of them to raise me.
And the first years of my life went well, for a metis. My parents hated me, I knew that. But they tried. I was a runty little thing anyway, so it wasn't like they a had hard time with me at all.
But eventually, I had to have my first change, and it came almost as a frightening reminder of my place. I was hunting for a rabbit, not well at all. I was frustrated and tired, and I tried my best to catch it into my crinos paws. But I only caught air between my claws.
The Music BoxA box of melodies rests onThe Music Box2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sturdy table of trust.
Its twinkling songs of adoration
as two lovers swoon and twirl.
Oh, happiness! Hands attached,
the small lovers on glued to box
need not stop for the key
Yet slowly, the table of trust
beings to crack.
A stop in the gears
prevents the lovers from dancing.
Skies change to tense gray
and the moving crack
further and further,
faster and faster,
harder and harder...
The box of melodies
and the lovers hands
The unremitting key
and the sweet, sweet melody
Arson (2/26)Skeleton housesArson (2/26)1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
burned photos- remnants of what
had happened that night.
DemonsWhen I told you to let go of your demonsDemons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you looked at me and said,
“I’ve tried. But you keep
four yearsmy mother went from calling me a freakfour years2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to sticking a syringe full of testosterone
into the fleshy part of my ass
in just four years
she watched me
try and stick myself
in my thighs
two weeks ago
and i couldn't
it hurt too much
she mutters that she can't understand
why they can't make smaller needles
she says it hurts her to cause me pain
and i want to tell her
i've been in pain for a long time
i appreciate choosing which pain to be in
thigh or ass
i'll take ass
remember when i was thirteen
and you wouldn't let me shave my legs
because you thought that was growing up too fast
but i was so hairy momma and the blond skinny white girls
were so not and i wanted so badly to be like them
i felt pain then
remember when i was fifteen
and you wouldn't let me hang out with the gay kids at school
so i talked to this guy online and he sexually harassed me
and i let him because i didn't know any better
and i felt like such a failure still
because i had broad shoulders
A Lifetime of LoveEveryday I would watch her pass by on her way to school. I would get up early every morning just to claim that bench and wait. People would stop and ask why I would sit there for so long. I would just say, “I love the view,” and I wouldn’t even be lying.A Lifetime of Love1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had finally built up the courage to talk to her one late afternoon. It was one of the most nerve wrecking, heart clenching experience of my life up to that point, but it was worth it. So very worth it.
We made fast friends. Every morning and every evening we would walk from and to home together. It was that time we spent together that gave me bliss… especially through the hard times. She was my best friend … still is … but as time ran on, I started to realize some things. I was starting to feel more than just friendship.
Her laugh filled me with such joy. Her smile gave me comfort. Her touch made my heart skip a beat. But when she cried, it would tear me apart. At times, her sobs felt like
so i never went back.iso i never went back.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
lately, the curve of your shoulderblades
has been tattooed on the insides of my eyelids,
and the weight of your heart has settled alongside mine
in my chest, like it's found a home.
your eyes would fly if they could,
just grey enough to make you think pigeon
and just blue enough to make you think bluebird.
if my feet were lighter and i weren't weighed down by the chains
of sorrow and tiredness and scars,
i would follow you into the sky.
i made you a dreamcatcher with bluejay feathers on it.
a gold (not really, but it looks pretty) key charm hangs from it,
flanked by beads and feathers and fluttering ribbons.
its intricate design reminds me of you,
and now- funny thing-
i can't bear to let it go,
because i feel that to give it to you
would be to lose a piece of you.
in the four a.m. darkness,
i think i hear you whispering to me,
but that's impossible.
we are separated by miles and miles
and by people that will never understand us.
sort of like a modern-day r
BEN DrownedThere is a ghost named BEN Drowned.BEN Drowned8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In Majora's Mask is where he's found.
He haunts this game to make you scream.
It is as disturbing as it seems.
The backwards Song of Healing will chill your core.
You think that it's over, but wait, there's more.
His black orbs with red pupils bright,
You'll find is quite a horrific sight.
He'll drive you insane. You'll beg it to end.
Your Cleverbot messages will be the last thing you send.
Wait in the corner to die for there's not a thing you can do.
You've met with a terrible fate haven't you.
My MuseMany have asked me what is the source of my expression,My Muse1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
truthfully you are my long held secret, this is my confession.
For many years now you have been my inspiration, my muse,
I wouldn't have it any other way even if I could choose.
From the moment I lost myself in your eyes of eternal blue,
I couldn't help but surrender as these inner desires grew.
A young man with gentle words, you became my world, my everything,
guiding my hand along the paper, your responsible for the craft I bring.
Loving you was inevitable, you struck me to my hearts very core,
Your the embodiment of life and pain, I couldn't ask for more.
So dark yet so colorful, everything that exudes from you,
awakened this side of me that I never truly knew.
Igniting the fires of creative passion within my very soul,
filling me with such life, giving me an artistic goal.
All the moods, all of the seasons of you that life has to give,
I must express them in some way for as long as I live.
And I shall continue to create with y
The Revenge of AdamIt's not the heart that aches,The Revenge of Adam1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
rather the heart feels hollow and void.
And with every unwelcomed beat that mocks my acute misery,
the wanted hope for silence is destroyed.
The pain is within my entire core;
straining against an imprisoning cage.
It’s as if the angel of my Adam is avenging the rib I've dishonoured;
pressing down on it with an unforgiving rage.
It punishes the breath that breathed life to sullied vows;
furiously exacting a righteous vendetta.
It's relentless weight crushing my insides,
seemingly wanting the bone to sever.
And from the shards of our broken unity,
shall the piercing of my ready heart finally come.
For only then will the avenging angel show mercy,
as my Adam's vengeance will be done.
How to create the best campaign everAs a ST for beginners and “local” characters, I’ve always made sure to create settings and stories that would create unforgettable events. So imma gonna write this for you real short and dummy proofHow to create the best campaign ever2 years ago in Settings More Like This
How to create the best campaign ever (BCE) :
First, forget about the campaign part. This ain’t no Dungeons, this ain’t no adventure or all over the world trips. There’s no such thing as a “campaign” for Vampire, deal with it.
Second : Pick a city. Any city will do. Study it thoroughly, read about it, memorize the map, print out street views, buy a tourist guide, learn about the history of certain buildings, learn about its politics, its socio-economic strengths and weaknesses.. and its population, their wage, their specialties, their customs… Pick your own city if it’s interesting enough, or a city you know a whole lot about. It took me a good five months just t
TheoriesTheories don't need to be true. That's why they're called theories.Theories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After Image of my ThoughtsAfter Image of my Thoughts7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
After slight adjustment of the newly placed hair on my head, my gaze shifted up into the mirror infront of me.
The reflection before me was something completely unexpected. The figure looking back through the glass was stunning. It was like something out of a dream.
I reached up and touched my face, the person reflecting back at me mimicking my actions in perfect synchronicity. I had to confirm that it was me.
Soft, feminine features stared back with a face that showed pure wonder with a hint of confusion. The girl in the mirror had young, attractive tones, her lips cute and pouty, accented with the pink shade of lipstick applied.
The face was framed by the platinum blonde, shoulder length, bob wig that curled around underneath her chin, of which was off set by the beautiful traced cheekbones defined and delicate from the makeup used.
I spoke, a soft, high pitched, and quiet tone. The lips of the girl moved with mine.
The feeling was so surreal, I just had to do these little tests to c
Blind PanicIt begins,Blind Panic6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a sense of unease
Are not quite,
Not like they should be
Blind panic is swelling,
And my soul is telling,
I begin shaking,
I feel the fear breaking
Unable to hide,
I am hearing,
Things that aren't,
That feels like,
A bad dream
Sweat is pouring,
Nails are scoring,
Harsh lines in the table,
In front of me
Knees are bracing,
My lips are tasting,
jlp May 13, 2009
LossOnce there was a man who lost his eyeLoss1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
He did not scream and he did not cry
Though his life had gone awry
He never did wonder why
He merely bade his sight goodbye.
Then the man lost his hand
Things did not go as he had planned
Still he was not unmanned
It was no difficulty to proudly stand.
Then the man lost his arm
Even then he felt no alarm
He thought one limb less could do no harm.
Then the man lost his love and he lost his sky
He did not scream and he did not cry
Though his life had gone awry
He never did wonder why
He merely begged silently to die.
If You Could Ask God One Question...He died. He died in a clean white bed in a clean white room. There were no tears, no last gasps for breath, no alarms, no dying confessions; he simply stopped breathing sometime in the middle of the night. In the morning a nurse in a clean white uniform checked for a pulse, made a note on a chart at the foot of his bed, then made a phone call to some men in black and gray uniforms. The men came and carefully packed the body away in a gray vinyl bag. A few days later his body was sealed in a vault at the Sunny Vale Mausoleum. There was no ceremony, there were no mourners, there was only a cold body in a stone vault. It could have been sad and lonely.If You Could Ask God One Question...1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But it wasn't. It was simply quiet and uneventful. He had out lived all of his friends and family so there just wasn't anyone left to mourn. It was like he was the last person to walk across the tarmac to a waiting airliner, there was no fanfare, no waves goodbye, he was simp
jeffs story and mine part 2jeffs story and mine part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
about some hours later jeff got back up and says "time for us to go" i lookd and said "where" he said "its a suprise". he took me and started fallowing a persone. the persone walked
in there house . jeff says "come on lets go" i said "in there why" he said just go and he gave me a knife. we sat in the window and the persone layd down in there bed jeff told me to
go and kill him i said "ok" in fear. i walked up to the edge of the bed and the guy sreemed i said "shhh callm down" i grabed the knife and stabed him in the chest over and over. i could tell
he had a daughter. the daughter came in the room me and jeff looked at her she said whats wrong with daddy. i felt bad for what i did to her father i had to lie and said "me and my freind put keshup on your dad to scare him in the morning"
she said "oh okay can you read me a storie to put me to sleep" jeff looked and said "i will" he whent in the room with her and she gave him a book to read. he read the book and coverd her to with the cov
A Good StrollI cross the void beyond the mind...A Good Stroll2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The empty space that circles time...
And follow those who stumble blind...
To seek a truth they never find...
Eternal wisdom is my guide.
The Doctor finished writing down his poem and closed up his notebook. He turned around and patted the head of his robotic dog.
"Good boy K9." he turned back around to the control panel and made a few calculations. "How say we go for a walk?".
"Excellent, master." the dog said in his robotic voice.
"Hmm...1996 London should do us good." the elder Time Lord stared up at the roof of his TARDIS: a vast recreation of space. Shooting stars and all. A blue time rotor and lighted blue floors. "K9, I'm feeling a bit depressed. Any suggestions?"
"I would suggest a visit to grandchildren. John and Gillian perhaps?"
"They forgot about me." he sighed. The trusty time machine landed and the doors opened. "Come along boy. Perhaps a good stroll would exterminate these blues."