One day along a roadOne day, a man walked along a road. He had walked it for a very long time. He could remember neither when he began, nor why.One day along a road3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One day, the man came upon a noble, tall and angular. "You will stop your walking, and will come work for me," the noble told him.
The man raised an eyebrow at this. "Why would I do such a thing?" he asked.
"Because," the noble answered, "I possess purpose and drive, both of which you lack. Service to me is as near as you shall ever come to knowing these things."
The man saw that this was true
And so the man began work for the noble.
One day, the noble's wife came to the man. She told him of the noble's cruelty, and professed her new love to the man.
The man was taken aback, but soon realized the love he felt for her in return.
For an eternal instant, they held each other. She returned to the noble thereafter.
And so the man found his drive.
One day, the man caught the noble unawares, and brought him low. "What is this?" the noble asked him.
The man answered, "I
Blood of the EarthBlood of the EarthBlood of the Earth6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made By it's bones
Paid for by the blood of man.
Man's greed for it
Has lead to war
So many innocent have died.
But like mosquitoes
We suck till we're full
Not knowing the damage we inflict
All for material desire
with no conscience
for the future or others.
when all is said and done.
it's not too late to fix
the mistakes we've made
A Talk With the Dead.The mortician lost an eye,A Talk With the Dead.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Along with his head,
Our mortician was insane,
He spoke with the dead.
I watched him work on a body,
He was my mentor, you see.
He made it look beautiful,
Then asked it out to tea.
I thought I saw it nod,
And I thought I heard it say,
"Thank you good sir,
Tea would be fine on this day."
I saw him set the table,
With teacups all around,
I saw him smile widely,
From his smile,
I asked him what was wrong,
And with a grim voice he said,
"A sacrifice must be made,
To conjure up the dead."
I asked him what to do,
He answered with pliers,
Tear out my eye,
And then we'll start a fire.
I didn't want to do it,
It was a gruesome task, you see.
But I followed his orders,
To keep my mentor pleased.
I told him, "Tilt your head,
And slowly count to three."
I shoved the pliers in his eye-socket,
And quickly pulled it free.
He screamed in howls of pain,
As blood ran down his face,
He quickly took a stone,
And shoved it in the eye's place.
The bleeding quickly less
A snippet of the pastA snippet of the past1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fox was once again sitting at his altar, legs crossed and serene. The people bowing in front of the altar, friends and family, neighbors and acquaintances. As always, he would listen to the their needs and fears and hopes. He would protect them from harm and make sure they remained in the right path. He would protect them and the harmony they had created with the forest.
The Ja'haraim. The animal-people. Those he swore to protect with his dying breath as one of the five guardians of E'lendahr. The people had two legs and four arms, each of their six finger ended in unforgiving claws. They were born with two heads that were merged into one when they reached adulthood. The merging showed who the person chose to be and which animal resounded with them. After the merging, the people grew closer to their animal aspect, acquiring a tail and ears of the said animal. Their eyes never changed though, those big, bottomless eyes were of a single breathtaking color that saw so much. Seeing and fee
Kelya (part7)Kelya (part7)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*... She needed to wake Kaleb so they could leave this place and finally get some rest somewhere safe.*
Kaleb came to, woken by the sound of desperate whines and the feel of muzzles poking at his flank repeatedly. When a set of teeth closed on his left ear and started tugging, he snarled. His whole body hurt, his shoulder kept sending sharp stabs of pain down his front leg. Gathering his courage, he set out to change back to his human form. The shapeshifting didn't usually hurt anymore, but he wasn't usually injured either, feeling wounds reopening violently due to the changes wasn't his idea os fun. Snarling viciously at the pain, he forced himself to remain perfectly still, lest he inadvertently hurt one of his companions.
Relieved to see Kaleb awake, Kelya started licking his face. She backed away, giving him space while he changed. Kelya started worrying when a minute passed and he was still not fully human. It normally only took him a few seconds to make the full transition, while
Kelya (part 1)Kelya (part 1)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Little Kelya was born in an aristocratic family of the House of Cat in the Mammal Kingdom. Her family was mainly formed of high ranking officials regarding diplomacy and war. They were all highly educated, very skilled with weapons and valued the family status above all else. As in most aristocratic families, the parents kept a cold distance from their children until the first time they changed shape. Then, if the child was worthy, it would be accepted and appreciated. If the child proved unsatisfactory, measures were taken so that it wouldn't stain the family tree and the child was never to be mentioned again.
The children themselves were never aware of that tradition and played with their brothers and sisters unaware of the possibility of separation. Kelya was particularly treasured by her two older brothers who took care of her whenever they were home from their military school. Her brothers being much older than herself, Kelya spent most of her time playing alone, sneaking out of h
GhostsThey teetered and screeched, pulled their hair manically, smiling, collapsing in the prisons they embraced every waking hour of every day. They were devourers and slaves, demons of ancient scripture come to life, a terrified voice in the dark, flailing without purchase. Nobody believed in their laughter, it was just a matter of curiosity.Ghosts2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To taste the self-destruction on their tongues. To breathe the smoke that choked the synapses and locked the knees. They wanted to twist and scream and have their photo taken while the world watched on, afraid and oh so full of envy..
CareYou mean more to me than you know,Care2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You feel like life is just a show,
Chained on stage for all to see,
Trapped inside, searching for the key.
They poke and prod, they snicker,
Your tears pour down your face quicker,
You find an escape through pain,
Cutting is your soul's bane.
You feel empty, robbed of all compassion,
Surrounded by social norms and fashion,
Never fitting in, never understood,
You need help, I wish I could.
All I have is a single word,
One that you have over heard,
It's that I care, four little letters,
That are supposed to make everything better.
But still you're upset, down, distress,
And life is still a fucking mess,
But never forget I am out there,
with my one little word, care.
Psychotic :paranoia:Paranoia:Psychotic :paranoia:2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sit there,
Against that wall of white.
I hear the noises of the little white room,
I feel their eyes,
staring at me.
I hear their whispers,
talking to me,about me.
They call me crazy,
They drove me like this,
now they complain about it.
"Tap tap tap""Tap tap tap""Tap tap tap"2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tap tap tap my pensive pencil portrays
endless anguish, uncertainty, dismays,
at its indecisive action,
part of my mind, a separate faction
warring ever so, never letting go
of the results the past show.
What may come of this gamble
if I no longer choose to ramble?
"Writing""Writing""Writing"2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something about the act of writing
compels us to continue,
and while the smooth flow of a pen,
the clean scratch of a mechanical pencil,
is altogether a different matter,
it's the love of connecting
with everyone who reads it,
beyond your own being.
"Heart""Heart""Heart"2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look around trying to elude
the demon that chows on inspiration.
A stupendous discovery occurs,
a heart-shaped balloon with an adorable smile
clings hopelessly to the fluorescent lights
and I built a bridge with my heart.
For the stranded soul in stasis smiles
even when completely hollow.
What tragedy, if only it knew,
how to call for rescue.
"Value""Value""Value"2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While I imagine that I,
live every living being,
is valuable in some way
it does not appear so to my eyes
Maybe depression is a beauty all its own
and just existing as a facet of society
makes existence worthwhile
that does nothing to console my failures
and I feel worthless all the same
even when contact is made,
and a gleam of hope sparkles
for but a mere moment
it simply seems misplaced
and I curse myself for smiling
"Smiles""Smiles""Smiles"2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The corners of my mouth
Hold up my whole world,
The problem is, of course
that no matter what I do or say,
they will be forcefully retracted,
by the end of the day.
"Someone, anyone""Someone, anyone!""Someone, anyone"2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone, anyone! I beg and plead!
Give me a word, to explain how I feel
A phrase, a mantra, something to scream
Something, anything! Please!
This nightmare never ceases.
Someone, anyone! A hint, a lead!
Find for me, some way to deal
A sentence perhaps, something to dream
Something, anything! I'm on my knees!
This pain never decreases.
"Pinata""Pinata""Pinata"2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, to be so colorful!
a smile plastered on my face
eyes forever alight
strung up for all to see
the children excited
their mother delighted
as they crack me open
and maliciously devour my entrails.
"Puppy Love""Puppy love""Puppy Love"2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Puppy love, simple as pie,
pushed beyond my grasp, that is,
if I was to try.
Envy constantly repressing me,
Lust slits my throat,
Only mother night spares me a blanket
to wrap me in static despair
and suffocate me ever so slowly,
with cool fan-blown air.
No eternal angel to protect me,
no secret lover to confide
and any self-worth I ever had,
gave up, rolled over, and died.
and right now, in isolation,
so am I.
"No News""No news.""No News"2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I sit here, questioning myself,
nothing really comes to mind.
After relentlessly devouring
my two morning bagels I wonder
what today holds for me.
Probably not much, in fact,
just the usual.
And isn't no new good news?
"Arrow""Arrow""Arrow"2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I worry about being too straight forward,
an arrow already launched, I cannot change
my path or target till I hit dead center.
Those who do not are boomerangs,
curving their path to their goal,
but turning before they arrive.
I scarcely feel fulfilled this way,
even if the target can be inferred.
Even worse are those who simply explode
flying shrapnel possibly hitting something,
but only fragments, tangents pulled
as though randomly from a tophat.
Such a vague demeanor is truly a disgrace
to those of us so committed
to reaching the hearts of our readers.
"Bed""Bed""Bed"2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This morning I was forced to part with you,
as it seems every morning we must.
I give you one last touch, a thoughtless caress
you're always so very soft, and just as warm
as I was, laying entwined together
that whole storming night.
You always support me through hardship,
console me of my nightmares,
and refresh my supply of vigor
to survive just one more day.
Even when insomnia racks my body,
you simply wait patiently for my return,
early the next night.
Where our love is replenished,
nourished by the refracted moonlight,
and fulfilling my dreams once more.
"A reason""A reason""A reason"2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though the black rage I harbor
is worthy of bewildered fear,
and the sleeping depression within me
so grievous that it can keep no company
there is ever a reason to smile
Which is that unlike an almighty
I Hear Your Voice, I Miss YouI sit on the wooden swing you made for me, a cool breeze blowing my skirt and hair. In the trees, I can almost hear your voice and I pull my woollen coat tighter around me, suddenly cold. I throw my head back to stare up at the branch as they move with the wind in a sort of dance.I Hear Your Voice, I Miss You3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can feel your presence around me always, but it's more profound on days like this; breezy, a few clouds, the sun shining. It's a perfect Autumn day, and you would have loved it. Can you see me here, are you enjoying this day, despite that your not here to live it? I hope so.
The sun is beginning to set, but the breeze remains. I still hear your voice and it's a comfort.
I'll always love and miss you, Daddy.
Moving On is Hard To DoThe 'Closed' sign hangs pointedly on the locked door, a 'For Sale' sign taped on the window. Darkness seems to enfold the room, such a contrast to the shining sun outside, but it coincides with my inner-most feelings exactly. The large double-paned windows on each side of the door are like mirrors; I can see my sad form staring back at me.Moving On is Hard To Do3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Ready to go?" Mark's voice asks close to my ear and my eyes look up in the glass to his average-height, lean frame behind me. I bite my lip, feeling as if I've forgotten something. I grip the keys in my hand tighter, the urge to unlock the door and stay in there overwhelming.
"Not yet." I whisper, tears blurring my vision. With my other hand, I reach up to swipe at my eyes, needing the pitying look on Mark's face to vanish. But it's still there, in his eyes, in his expression.
"It's been months. You've turned down every offer made to buy this place. . . Months, damnit!" Mark, I know, is losing patience. I know he wants me to stop grieving now and ju
Kelya (part15)Kelya (part15)8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"… Kaleb's face went blank. He was probably not aware that his mouth was hanging open."
It had been a good two minutes since Kaleb had last moved. He had never met anyone quite like this new arrival. Nothing he did made sense.
"You..." Kaleb wasn't really sure what to say actually. "You think we need... you. To take care of us? You think I can't take care of them?" His voice came out as a low growl. His hands curled into fists.
"Well... Not to say that you're incompetent or anything but you have to admit these aren't the best traveling conditions for a small child..."
"I'm not small..." Said Kelya under her breath
"… and a wild animal" He finished his sentence with a sigh. Children never wanted to be considered small. Why was that? Oh well, to the maters at hand... "Then again, I might be wrong. I'm sure they love sleeping in the cold and mud. Oh well, I should go then I guess. I had a way of making your travels more enjoyable but since you like this better..." Looking at