Once I Knew a GirlOnce I knew a girl named Eve. She was short and skinny and wore glasses, and everywhere she went she was all elbows. She mispronounced her R's and climbed trees barefoot and saw fairies where others only saw fireflies.Once I Knew a Girl5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Eve loved to read. Stories clung to her like velvet. Her bedroom was an Eden cast in mint green and populated by books new books, old books, books with all the secrets of the world hidden inside them.
She brought her love to school with her: sometimes, the teacher would send her out into the hallway for reading during class. Haha, wouldn't want us to actually learn anything in school, we used to joke.
There were those who hated Eve for being the way she was, and she despised them in turn. She hated openly; there was never any secret of her contempt. It was a good system.
Eve loved to create. She wrote and sewed and sculpted, she dreamed up places and people too large for real life. She played and mimicked and invented. She was a stickler for accuracy and a
Travels in the Gray LandOnce, wise men said the Earth was flat,Travels in the Gray Land5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now they say a sphere
But I the traveler have seen
A world arranged in tiers.
It’s three steps up and three steps down
With nothing in between
Each step a realm unto itself
One black, one gray, one green.
The uppermost, the sunlit land
Is lush with verdant choir
Babbling brooks and rustling reeds
Birdsongs in the briar.
Down below, the Black Land sleeps
Silent and austere
Into this reverent quietude
All must disappear.
The middle tier, a hidden plane,
Of neither sun nor shade;
A misty, lonely everscape
Where those like me have strayed.
The Gray Land has no native souls
All wanderers are we
Upon this rocky sea.
Gnarled trees and shallow caves, the
Total of existence
Scattered mountains, looming tall, but
Always in the distance.
For company, a walking stick
My friend, my aid, my balm -
Upon its neck I feel the warmth
Reflected from my palm.
We rarely stop, my staff and me,
We trek and traipse along
The Search of the HummingbirdOnce there lived a hummingbird who loved to gaze at stars.The Search of the Hummingbird3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She breezed through days, awaiting the rolling summer nights, which unfurled like fresh-paved highways.
"Hello, star," said the hummingbird one evening. "You are the loveliest sight in the world."
"I am not a star," replied the tiny light. "The stars are what you see hanging there above you, far overhead. The stars are not real. They are the past, the once-was, the no-longer. I am a firefly. We are the now."
"I never knew," marveled the hummingbird. "Tell me more."
And so the hummingbird and the firefly conversed until the dawn. The next night the hummingbird returned, and the night after, and after again. They talked of air and earth and all between, of stalks of wheat and distant thunder.
"How do you know so very much?" asked the hummingbird.
"It is not I, but the light within me, that knows," said the firefly. "Light knows. Darkness also knows. It is the spaces in between which do not know."
"I, too, wish to know," said the
The Ballad of Red Riding HoodThe Ballad of Red Riding HoodThe Ballad of Red Riding Hood9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deep inside the forest,
Along the Appalachian Ridge,
High above Rob Shuman's farm;
And past the Parker's Bridge;
They say you'll find a cabin
Where a hermit woman lives.
They say that once upon a time,
Not so long ago,
She lived alone with just her Ma,
In a house in Nell's Hollow;
And wore a fancy riding hood,
As soft and white as snow.
She was a small and lively girl
And a very pretty child
With a little dimple in her cheek
That showed each time she smiled
She even had her dead Pa's eyes
That glittered grey and wild
Her Grannie lived up in the hills,
In a cabin in the wood.
The girl often came to see her,
Dressed in her white riding hood,
To bring her Grannie cakes and tea,
When her health was not so good.
For each full moon her Grannie
Went outside at night;
Stood out in the dark and cold,
Her grey eyes glowing bright;
She changed from a woman to a wolf,
And roamed until first light.
And so the girl was sent to help her
Until the moon's demise,
With WolvesIt's eight o'clock and the moon is high.With Wolves5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The sun is gone from the blackened sky.
Her howls to the moon grow yearnful each day
Cares tossed to the wind, come what may.
Her friends don't really love her.
They just want heart.
A mob that's so irksome
She has to depart.
Mama, don't you cry.
It's all going to be alright.
Your baby runs with wolves tonight.
Daddy, don't be scared.
Even though you never really cared
That your daughter ran with wolves tonight.
Brother, don't be afraid.
Sissy hasn't gone away.
She's running with wolves tonight.
If we could only see through her,
A heart that's grown to deny.
With each fluttered beat and rasping breath
She runs with her wolves tonight.
Mama, don't you cry.
Your baby's still alright.
She runs with the wolves tonight.
Daddy, don't be scared.
Daughter's fangs are bared,
Running with wolves tonight.
Brother, don't be afraid.
The story's already made,
And Sister runs with the wolves tonight.
And every Wolf-girl
With her soul aflame,
Cries to the moon
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
Ode To The TsundereHe loves me not, he says with blushing cheek.Ode To The Tsundere1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He'd rather die a fiery death than kiss
A girl with zero sex appeal, a geek
(he says it twice for extra emphasis).
So why the constant stares? I ask. He lies.
He hates the sight of me, he quickly shouts –
Without the scorn his panicked oath implies.
The dissonance contributes to my doubts.
Alone one day, he smiles at me; I gasp.
A joke? A lapse of judgment? Or perhaps
A glimpse of truth at last within my grasp!
I kiss his cheek and watch his walls collapse.
A victory for me, like striking gold.
For him, a death by kisses hot and cold.
The Most Longshot's Ever SaidThe Most Longshot's Ever Said4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Longshot! Give it back!" Smellerbee cried trying to snatch her sweet bun out of my grasp. She was only seven though, and short for her age, whereas I was nine and more than a head taller. She loved me though, even with all my teasing. I found her, cold and half starved, when she was six, after she had lost her home. I had brought her here, to Jet's forest, and we have lived together ever since. Jet, as the oldest, always took care of food for us and sometimes managed to snag treats like candies or sweet buns.
"Why don't you two just go and get married," Jet teased, making a kissy face while he watched the two of us run through the trees. Smellerbee glared, she was clearly annoyed with both of us. It must be hard being the only girl. Finally giving up on trying to reach the sweet bun, she pounced and did the sweeping kick Jet had shown her, instead; knocking me off my feet.
"Victory is mine!" she cheered as she took the bun from me before I had time to react. With
Frost, Cold As FireFrost, Cold As Fire2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Huge, ornately carved oaken doors burst open with a crash, allowing a bitterly cold wind to swirl in, along with several snowflakes and a skinny teenage boy. Ice-blue eyes glinting with mischief beneath a shaggy mop of white hair, he skids to a stop on the wooden floor, bare feet slipping slightly. He plants the end of his staff firmly on the ground, and spiraling, feathery patterns of frost swirl away from it, matching that on his blue hoodie and slightly torn brown pants.
"North?" He calls into the depths of the workshop. Seconds later, a booming voice tinged with a heavy Russian accent answers him.
"Jack!" A huge man comes into view, dodging out of the way of several yetis carrying various toys. "How are you?" Grabbing the teen in a bone-crushing hug, he lets out a hearty laugh. "You came!" Jack looks rather uncomfortable.
"Um, North, I kind of need to be able to breathe…" Immediately, the bearded ma
HijabShe walks on to the bus with a gentle step,Hijab3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her elegant face framed in beautiful patterned silk,
She sits down in the back of the bus and people scurry away,
Men ignore her, as woman with unveiled heads mock her discreetly,
They think she's ignoring them so they speak louder and louder,
She remains steadfast and cheerful,
Her eyes always glistening with happiness few dream of,
Her smile still warm and peaceful,
Not a thought of ill will or intent,
Despite the fact that many suspect it,
Joy remains on her face, with a twinkling in her eyes,
The men who ignored her get off a their stop,
The women who mocked her get off at their stop,
And finally she get's off, unfazed and with a spring in her step.
On My Own (Grantaire Parody)And now I'm left alone againOn My Own (Grantaire Parody)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home, without a friend
Without that hope they all can renew
The empty bottles all drawn near;
I pray for the numbness I hold dear
Sometimes I stumble through the streets
When everybody else is sleeping
I'm losing focus and sensation
But the bitterness I'm keeping
He spoke of black and red
The words still ring inside my head
On my own
Pretending he's beside me
I walk with him 'til morning
I drink away my sorrows
Until all I see is him and me
At least until tomorrow
In this haze
The pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty like the river
In my vision
His eyes are full of starlight
And I can see him holding me to scare away the shivers
And I know
And I'm all the more resigned
That it's the drink that's talking to me
And not him
It's only Patria in his mind
Still I say
There's a way for us
I love him
But when sobriety ends illusion
He is gone
To plan his revolution
Intoxicating ThoughtsIntoxicating Thoughts3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wait." I frowned at the older male that was walking next to me. "What are you laughing about?"
"How you made it this far in life." He said honestly. There was laughter in his voice, and I even though he was laughing at me found myself sharing it too. "That is one mystery in life that I will never figure out."
"Eh, I'm sure that you'll figure it out in another twenty years."
"Maybe in another century or two."
"I'll drop by and ask around that time then. If I can find you, that is."
"You'll find me. You always do." He gave me a small smile, and it was one that I gladly returned. Of course I would return it. It wasn't that I disliked him no matter what differences that we had when I was growing up.
"Because you're too easy to find." I pointed out easily. He was to me. To others he wasn't. Adrian Rivers happened to be a very tricky one to find.
"Says you." He stuck his tongue out at me, and got a few snickers for his trouble. He was an old man; he didn't really
The Devil Smiles: Part 2IV.The Devil Smiles: Part 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I looked at her, my face must have been unreadable—and to this day, I’m not sure if I was angry, confused, or a bit of both—because she turned her attention to her hands and stared at them as she added, “Sometimes doing what’s right is the hardest thing in the world. Everyone tells you that but no one truly understands it. Sometimes doing the right thing means letting go and allowing yourself to be left with nothing, only because holding on is worse.” She paused. When she finally looked back up at me, I could swear even though she was dead her eyes were teary. “Sometimes holding on is a fate worse than death.”
That’s when I exploded. “Oh, is it? Well then tell me, why haven’t you killed yourself already? You could have if you wanted to. You still could. So why don’t you?”
She reached for my hand. “I want to be close to you.”
I pulled away. “Why?” I begged. “If you
I Can'tIts a subtle form of torture that Tsunade-sama taught me. Its useful in interrogation. As you know, prisoners from enemy villages wont talk, so what you do is remove their ability to talk.I Can't7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How do you do it Sakura? Ino asked, very curious.
Id show you but I dont have anyone to practi-Naruto! Naruto, come here for a minute!
Hi girls, whats up? Naruto said, walking over to the girls, who were sitting on a park bench.
Naruto, I need your help. I need to show Ino a jutsu.
Oh no! You hurt! Get some other sucker! Naruto said, shaking his head and hands.
Please? I promise it wont hurt!
Naruto looked very suspicious. Promise?
Naruto nodded and Sakura stood with a smile. Looking at Ino, Sakura motioned to Narutos neck.
The idea is to relax the muscles in the throat, that way, the subject cant talk.
In that moment,
in our minds we rot.my lips taste like soot.in our minds we rot.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i realize that we
are nothing but hell-brought fire,
the seven deadly sins
(you be lust, i'll be pride)
and a mess of upside down picture frames.
my teacher once told me
that most writers are introverts;
we drink in the world
and spew it back in ink and titles.
we tattoo words
across the inside of our eyelids--
but somewhere in the process
i must have drawn you
inside the convex of my irises,
because all i can think about
is your wind-shaken frame
flames licking across your hips.
you turn black
beneath my hands.
i can't write about that.
Jack Frost x Reader - Chp 3 (Final Chapter)Jack Frost x Reader - Chp 3 (Final Chapter)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You realise you had probably passed out on the way to Pitch’s lair because you didn’t recall the journey at all and when you came to you found yourself shackled to a stone wall in what looked like a dungeon. You are hanging by your wrists, and seeing as you had fainted, your full weight had pulled on your wrists. Now they were agony and as you managed to force yourself to your feet, you feel the agony in your arms from lack of blood circulation and you wince, gritting your teeth as you try to bear the feeling. Your wrists are shackled at head level so you try raising one arm, letting the blood flow before leaning to the other side and raising the other arm. Once the feeling is back in your feel better but the cuts in your wrists from your weight seemed to hurt a lot more. You bleed from a few of the small cuts but it’s nothing to worry about.
You then take your time to observe the room around you. You can’t help but feel nervous, even terrified, knowing you are
The Jimmy and Cindy manifestoThe Jimmy and Cindy manifesto3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Shipping Manifesto/Character Analysis- Jimmy Neutron and Cindy Vortex
Magnets- how do they work?
We'll start by analyzing each character individually and then their relationship as a whole, particularly contrasting it with Jimmy/Betty. (For the sake of argument, all non-canon pairings will be ignored). On that note, the Jimmy/Timmy Power Hours are /not /canon and will also be ignored.
Another note- an in-depth analysis of every single episode is beyond the scope of this piece and frankly, would be enough to drive a person mad. I assume you've seen the show. You're more than capable of filling in any blanks.
"James. James Neutron."
"Really? You look like more of a Jimmy to me."- Jimmy Neutron and Jet
Fusion, "Operation: Jet Fusion"
Boy genius, with an IQ of 210(a href= "http://www.tvrage.com/Jimmy_Neutron-Boy_Genius" ). Until his move to Retroville prior to Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius (the movie), Cindy Vortex was the smartest girl in town. Yet an offhand
Breeding pt3After the police and the ambulance crew left John sat in the dining room with a glass of whisky, Stiles sat that there with Derek’s jacket around him and his own glass of whisky in front of him, Derek proud himself a glass “Where is your uncle Derek?” the Sheriff askedBreeding pt32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“He’s with Cora?” He said with confusion as he took a drink
“Call him I need to talk to him.” He said Derek just looked at him oddly, but pulled his phone out and called Peter
“Dad?” Stiles asked because the last thing Stiles wanted was that perverted wolf, John looked at him
“Stiles go and have a shower.” The teen looked at him and then looked shyly down at his feet
“I don’t want to go up there alone.” He said hugging the black leather jacket close to himself,
“Your won’t be.” Stiles turned around to see Scott standing there, Stiles let out smiles and hugged him “Come on you stink.” He smiled as he hel