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 Girl4 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
The Search of the HummingbirdOnce there lived a hummingbird who loved to gaze at stars.The Search of the Hummingbird2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She breezed through days, awaiting the rolling summer nights, which unfurled like velveteen 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 fire fly. We are the now."
"I never knew," marveled the hummingbird. "Tell me more."
And so the hummingbird and the fire fly 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 fire fly. "Light knows. Darkness also knows. It is the spaces in between which do not know."
"I, too, wish to know," said the
Lud x Pierce: Would You be My Ally?(Just so you lovely people know, I made things veeeeeeery serious. If I make your OCs turn out of character, then I apologize in advance. Please feel free to ask me to change some things if it gets too bad. Thankies in advance! )Lud x Pierce: Would You be My Ally?9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
... The Iron Dominion had begun its raid on our kingdom, I'm afraid. As its king, I mustn't let them get through. I mustn't let them hurt my people or my court.
"Lady Erica, we must be off and quickly. While your brother gathers up troops, we will take our leave and see him..." I gave an exasperated sigh as I finish that sentence.
"Him? My lady, do you speak of King Ludovic?" She looked at me, concerned. "I thought you knew him as a nuisance."
"I do, but," I replied to her, "he is our one ally, and I know if the Dominion attacks my kingdom, they will surely attack his. It is only for the best, you know?" Even when I hated to leave my subjects unattended, I felt my gut telling me that they'd be alright with Sir Eric in charge. With nothing left to say,
Unmarked GravesUnmarked Graves1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please stop torturing me
Don’t let me endure this pain
Why must this happen
Each and every day?
Why must I always be left to know
That you will always go
And never see me?
Never know me?
All those words that I heard you say
They once brought life
To my world oh so dead
In so many wondrous ways
Now here I am
Cold and alone again
I will walk among these unmarked graves
Tortured souls with no names
Just like me
I walk to my open tomb
And tuck myself in
Life has left me
Death has forsaken me
I’m alone again
I don’t want to feel anymore
Why won’t you just let me die?
If you want tears
I refuse to let you see me cry
If you are looking for closure
You will not find it with me
Go back to your world of living
A world I will never see
Leave me among these unmarked graves
Don’t make me wish for you
Don’t make hunger for those feelings
The feelings that only grew
To choke me up
And strangle me inside
Leave me and forget me
Let me rot away with time
Trust Not These Broken FingersI cup honesty in these broken hands;Trust Not These Broken Fingers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh love, what have I done? Erred on the
Side of caution-So cautiously!
Of your gently beating heart held in my hands,
O' Love, I want to tell you to
Have no fear-
Yet I'm afraid
For shattered is another facet of
and yes I am that of you,
and yes darling my love is true
I cup honestly in these broken hands
And I wait for it to fall.
The CircusThis was not a circus where little kids carried their cotton candy and dragged their worn out parents around the grounds. No, this was a circus where children shouldn`t have been allowed, but no matter how disturbing it was, they were part of the show. We all were. And we were all clueless about it.The Circus5 years ago in Horror More Like This
A young man, barely in his mid-twenties, marched out into the center of the stage. He was decked out in dark, torn jeans, a plain black shirt, and a dark blood-red blazer, with black and silver accessories. His hat was tall and black, just like any other circus leader. His eyes were surrounded in thick black makeup, and his black boots looked shiny, even as he kicked up the sand when he walked, they didn`t have a speck of sand or dirt on them. He had a black cane with a sliver skull head on the top. He didn`t walk with a limp, but still he leaned heavily on the cane. His eyes glowed an icy blue, the coldest color of blue I have ever seen. His hair was dark brow
FallYou will never see with eyes againFall4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As humanity entirely collides
I can hardly see the scarlet sky
when you stand by my side
Such an extraordinary effect on me
Turning my dark into illumination
Tears transparent and tired
staining these ink marked pages
I see ink blotched butterflies
Has everything changed?
Phenomenon's so predictable
Falling violently for you
Who could have ever knew?
Such strangeness is obsolete
A realm where words still existent
And affection is still known
I hold you so tight while you sleep
Clothes and scars now meaningless
The vulnerability of candid conversation
So history will never repeat
It's when you fall
You are at your most beautiful
Together we fall.
The Ballad of Red Riding HoodThe Ballad of Red Riding HoodThe Ballad of Red Riding Hood8 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,
If I Was Your Vampire - 1If I Was Your Vampire - 15 years ago in Horror More Like This
Chapter One - Good morning
The soft silk brush against his bare frame as he rolled over in the lush bed. The cool, slick fabric was wrapped around his otherwise naked body, warming nicely to his feverish temperature within moments of making contact with his skin. The slender male rolled again, not having found his intended target in the first attempt. Hey, it was a big bed, a couple could get lost in the thing....
Finally he made contact with the object of his desire; another body, this one just as bare as the first, and even more so since the red comforter had slipped from the upper half of his body.
Jode smirked quietly to himself and snuggled closer to the man, placing a soft kiss right in the center of his perfectly sculpted chest. Aaron had a body that would have put a Greek god like Adonis to shame, and a face so perfect that it could only be understatedly described as angelic. Jode had always felt so plain in comparison to Aaron. The simple demon was unworthy of Aaron's l
Dreaming AwakePurple star filled skies...Dreaming Awake4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Flecks of blue have filled my eyes;
I'm dreaming awake.
Would I fall hard enough?StuckWould I fall hard enough?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling in my life,
Controlling parents; private school
And sexuality is just a swirl of confusion
Like a string around my body
That was strung too tight.
All I know is feelings,
No friends to relate to,
I never 'get out' much.
Locked up inside my prison
Made by my parents design
Splitting and stretching
I wasn't the only mess
That couldn't be cleaned up.
All I have
Is me myself and I
and 2 options.
There was something I used
Secretly, of course
I'd tried suicide;
That didn't work.
Made me crash, burn
And I almost died.
Now I'm here,
Stuck and strung up
With scissors grasped in my hands
But would I fall down just hard enough
To end the fight?
Love Will Find MeLove Will Find Me1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A foreign sound on my tongue
I can write and sing
About love, but it is still not enough
For when it comes to love … I know nothing
I have practiced, learned, and tried
But all the feelings and emotions
Simply disappeared and died
In the wilderness so frozen
Within this steel heart of mine
I feel no urge to hope or cry or see
Perhaps … in a distant, far away time
Love will find me
This is the horror...Carry the little one to her roomThis is the horror...9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the tomb
To the place
Where the joy was erased
And pain replaced
All that was inside
Young man, take her soul for a ride
A body is all yours to take
With nothing at stake
Make all innocence fake
Devour her mind with a greedy hand
Bury her youth in the sand
Her innocence lost in an alien land
An alien body took her away
stole what was inside and left decay
Pleasure is on your mind
Young men never find
She is the kind
That breaks so easily
With carreses given teasingly
This crime could very possibly
Be the one that takes her haltingly
to a dark cold grave
Where no one can ever save
but only deprave
Your eyes stare through her coldly
Those eyes undressing her where she sits
You can't wait until she gets
just what you have to give
So take your time
To you sees fine
Though "no" shines
in her eyes
And all the cries
are no lullabies
but shake the girl to sleep
Years later the child falls
into dreams of those halls
where she ran through bleedin
Uprising in GreyThe sky was grey, as usual. Every day I took note of everything I could as subtly as I could. Whether it was noticing that 491-C's limp was worse, or figuring out when someone forgot to put pepper in the mashed potatoes at lunch. Sometimes I thought if I didn't do this I would lose myself, like most everybody else.Uprising in Grey4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was walking inside a large crowd; we were all heading towards the same place. The institution. Once a week we all had a check up, to make sure everything was "in order". In other words, to make sure we were all still completely under control. My steps faltered thinking about the consequences of my resistance.
"Excuse me, Brother." I muttered as I accidentally stepped too close to someone. There were many of us, but as the Laws state we must keep a safe distance between us. I felt the urge to roll my eyes, but held back. As the crowd continued to m
My crush- revised versionYour voice is addicting,My crush- revised version4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the drug that feeds my lust.
so sweet and heart robbing
makes me feel like an idiotic child.
All this you do,
yet I never see you.
you still manage to taunt me,
to hypnotize me,
to trap me in your thoughts.
Somehow your breath,
warm, seductive, alluring,
manages to reach me.
Change"Was there much pain?"Change4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He questioned, innocently enough.
I smiled in response:
"How could you stand it?"
He stared at me in wonder.
A shrug should be answer enough:
"How long will it take?"
A crease formed in his brow.
The shake of my head should prevent any more worries,
though he ought to worry.
"Does it change us?"
Anxiety gripped his form.
A quick muttered "Of course not",
90. Triangle"Alice, that's a triangle."90. Triangle4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I turned to see who was talking to me and grimaced. It was Aubrey. Why he always had to just pop up when I was doing something stupid I will never know, but it was annoying. I sighed, "Yes, I know this, but I need it to not be a triangle?"
All I got was a raised eyebrow, I sighed again. Currently, I was sitting in a chair made for a 5 year old and staring at a crayon drawing of a shape. A shape that I refuse to call a triangle.
"And how," he sat down next to me, "pray tell are you going to make it 'not a triangle'?"
I paused for a moment, ignoring his question, and realized that we both looked like freakish giants sitting in teeny tiny chairs at a teeny tiny table. I giggled for a moment, and stopped when I received a strange look.
"Well I've decided that I want to make a scientific discovery that will change the world so I'm going to change this here shape into
The Dark ProtectorThe Dark ProtectorThe Dark Protector1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I received a note in the post
I knew it was coming
It was destiny
There had been reports in the news about it
Basically it was a chain-letter
The message was both simple and chilling
Send this note to ten of your friends
Or both you and your family will die
There had been many deaths
But the police could do nothing
They could not find the evil character
People were scared to open their post
It was a matter of life or death
I knew what I had to do
I had to find the evil tyrant who was sending these messages
I was playing games with those I loved and who loved me
I didn't send the message to any of my friends
If I had they may have died
But by this action I was putting the lives of my family in jeopardy
I waited outside the house in the middle of the night
This happened several times
But eventually my plan was a success
The potential assassin approached all dressed in black
I was not a killer but I knew I had to intervene
The lives of many people were at stak
VampireVampire10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
prowling the night,
there, to the right
I walked slowly toward it
so i don't scare it
Humans are like deer...
They all seem to stay in a pack...
but then there are those loners,
away from everyone...
Wishing to die...
Those make easy prey.
a girlshea girl10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
was a girl
played games with her
tug of war
where any win was a loss
spin the bottle
where neither side kissed and only one was interested
consulted her like a law book
for all the answers
the role of both a jailer and a prisoner
leaned on her
all their problems
all their depression and doubt
excluded her from conversations
when she asked
it was always
a long story
and a turned back
gave her nicknames
she accepted them all only because she believed them all to be true
are her friends
fell on deaf ears
abandoned for "better" ones
burdened on her shoulders
mother, dog, phone book
solving matters that they weren't mature enough to solve themselves
stopping attempted suicide after attempted suicide
let it be
being stomped on, being ignored
being called names, being an emotional sink
A vampire's promise part 3Mara felt the soft glow of moonlight on her eyelids as she stirred from her dead-like sleep. She moaned softly as her brain tried to remember what had happened before she blacked out. There was the fight with Louise... then she met a strange guy in an alleyway... then she'd consented to his drinking of her blood. Not something that happens everyday, she thought, as the memories became clearer. Much clearer than anything had been in her whole life. She sat for a moment, wondering if anyone would notice she'd gone. Well, to be specific, if anyone would care when they did find out. She doubted it, and couldn't honestly say she gave a damn. With a cat-like stretch, she finally stopped to admire her surroundings. She was in a relatively large room, painted a creamy white with floaty blue curtains at the windows. For a moment, she had expected the stone walls of a castle or lots of black velvet. She eased herself off the bed and seated herself at a little dressing table near the open window.A vampire's promise part 38 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Winter spiritIf the wind never came,Winter spirit1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to strip the trees bare
I think of how quickly
they'd come to sing praise
of some magnificent deity
who only was made
when death clung to the branches
and they found they had need
of a deity to save them
and knock down the leaves.
And if their cold wind god
blew too fiercely, and chilled
their livestock and children
until they grew still
then how quickly, I wonder
would they come to sing
appeasement and praises
of their new god-king
a champion now angered
by some perceived wrong.
When they come with their questions
All I will say, is
"A spirit once needed,
has now stayed too long
and has knocked down the people
as well as the leaves
you have asked to be saved
by its mercy and warmth
but you'll not even see
there's no spirit at all
you conjured it up
to steal your dead leaves,
and you see it as clearly
as you can see me
this phantom you've summoned
is just winter's breed."
The Jimmy and Cindy manifestoThe Jimmy and Cindy manifesto2 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