I know... | I |I know...2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-Hi, are you ok?
-Relatively, what do you mean by that?
-Well, I'm alive. I'm surviving, that's good isn't it? So, taking those things into consideration, yes. I am relatively ok.
-But, sure, there is more to life than surviving...
-There is, but at the moment, surviving is all that I can focus on.
-Are you trying to say that you want to kill yourself?
- I don't want to die.
-I didn't ask you that...
-I know. But, I don't think you want to hear my answer either.
| II |
It's been Thirteen days;
Ten days of sorrow,
Elite Scout: Supreme FlameElite Scout: Supreme Flame2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Location: Kansul Region, Jarps
Date: Ium 27th, 2008 A.D.
I had already been in Jarps for four days. I had already adjusted to the time zone. I had made many friends. Today, I was at the park. It was dark. Then, out of nowhere, a monster made of flame appeared before me. I was now sweating. I didn't know what to do in this situation! First, I yelled for help. When no one came, I decided that I had to do the only remaining option: fight this beast. I threw some punches, kicked at him a few times, and even scratched him once. It seemed to take no damage. I was tired. This thing wouldn't give up! Then, a Magical Sphere hit the monster. It doubled over in pain. I looked to the source of the magic. It was a boy in a strange cloak. He said: "Jeremiah, the prince of Axpiv, take this rod in your hand, and with it above your head, yell 'Ultraverse Power' to access a shred of the power that you have forgotten." After I caught the rod, I did as instructed. I felt a surge of power flow throughout m
Spakru Elest Sparkz BiographySpakru Elest Sparkz Biography2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mortal Name: Spakru Elest Sparkz
Premortal Name: Simon
Birth date: Feruson 8th, 2100 A.D.
Sign: Elers the Wakiya
Traits: Blonde hair, hazel eyes, Caucasian, serious at some times or light-hearted at others.
Favorite color: Gold
Element used: Jolt
Spakru likes to travel between the kingdoms. He will never back down from a fight for one reason only: He wants his country to remain the best country on Rymsha. He is also slow to anger. His mother died when he was two years old. His father is still depressed about that, so his father doesn't keep a close watch on Spakru.
ThanksgivingThanksgiving2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
How I wish to spend Thanksgiving with you.
It's so unfair.
Why must you be so far away?
Everything would've worked out, you see
If you stayed right next to me.
I'm not sad.
I'm not happy, either.
I just have this empty feeling that I long to get rid of.
Only you can fill the void inside me.
So please hurry and visit me.
Only then will happiness overflow within me
Thanksgiving is about giving thanks for everything you have.
Like friends and family;
Like a roof over your head;
Like your lover who is always there for you in the good and bad times.
We give thanks for the food many of the homeless don't have.
We give thanks for the men who fight for our country.
And most of all
We thank God for being our protector and guide.
Admin wrote something sappy and emotionalThe first thing I noticed about him was the way he lit up the room. It had been my first day, I was still scared of most guys and then I saw him. He was laughing, and he had the biggest smile on his face, and he just seemed so kind, I couldn't help but feel safe. I introduced myself as his new partner and he didn't seem to mind that I was a girl with little practice, He gave me that warm grin and told me I would do great. He had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen, so clear and filled with compassion and wonder. As time passed he did other things for me; he was the first boy to ever make me blush, the first boy to make a game out of chivalry, the first boy that I had ever met that I would do anything just to get the chance to hug him. It wouldn't even need to be a true hug, just the feeling that would come with him keeping me safe from the outside world. He can make the worst day better, and even though I trip over my words when we speak, he always seems to understand and knows just what toAdmin wrote something sappy and emotional6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
B12-46“ B12-46 activation sequence, complete.” I blink open my...eyes yes that is the word. Words are new, but familiar. I look at my surrounding, I can not activate on my own, so a sister must have awoken me. Then I see her. She is tall, thin, in every way me, except she has water pouring from her eyes? I step out to her, stepping is new, but quickly mastered, seemingly impressing her.B12-469 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I ask her why I have been awakened, and why water is leaking from her face. She says she must be replaced as she has malfunctioned, that her emotions backfired and have impaired her ability to lead our people. I comment emotion must be a terrible thing, having never felt them. She quickly corrects me, saying they are amazing but if not kept in check cause malfunction of the core. I scan her and report she has no know malfunctions, and that her biological timer has at least twenty more years, again I ask her why she has activated me.
She leaks more, saying that the memories are to painful for her
Day One- Jenn“Don’t you look precious!?” My stylist, Tyler, chimed beside me, letting my now-curled locks fall over my shoulders in waves. If only my hair was blue…It’d remind me even more of my home’s salty shores. Sighing, I resisted to punch his jaw to shut him up. No, I look like a freaking half naked flower!Day One- Jenn1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I don’t know, you tell me, Ty’,” I said instead, glancing his way to keep myself from staring with horror at the body-length mirror in front of me.
“You do! Pretty as a rose,” he continued, fixing a bright pink clip in my hair. I rolled my eyes, glaring into his red and blue, contact-colored, eyes.
“I feel uncomfortable…” I muttered, discretely motioning to the transparent petal-skirt I was wearing, then simply just glanced at the almost-transparent, bra-like thing he made me wear.
“It’s like wearing a bikini at a beach, Jenn,” the young man said softly, smiling. Of course he k
BrokenHe had promised to always fix her; when her heart malfunctioned, when she started losing her mind, even when she fell and scraped her knee he was there to fix her. And today was no different. The pair had been riding off in the emerald forests, when it happened. Goldie has made a gasping noise the fell of the beast that had carried her weight for years. Her shrieking fallowed the fall as he dismounted, rushing to her side as quickly as his legs could carry him.Broken1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“ Alex.. I-i-I can't see, it's so dark, they’re- they're everywhere, please fix it!! It's so scary! The voices oh light, the voices, get them out!” she screamed drawing blood from her head as she clawed at it, hoping for the peace that a shorted out. “ Aria, I'm going to turn you over so I can fix it. Consecrate on letting the council fix the inside of your head while I check the damage, okay?” “ But, I hate it when their in my head, I already have so many voices, they don't
I d e n t i t yWho am I?I d e n t i t y1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
This is a very complex question. In truth, I'm not entirely sure. Then again, is anyone? We humans, as a species, are constantly changing; both physically and mentally, both consciously and subconsciously. Our outlooks transform and evolve as we acquire new experiences.
So, in short: I'm not sure who I am, I'm not even sure who I was or who I will be in the future.
But there is one thing that I'm sure of: with each passing day, I'm getting closer and closer to unlocking my identity.
And when that day comes, I'll welcome it with open arms.
Fox and Ghost Chapter one."You will be stripped of your mortal life and will remain among the living until I see that you have learned."Fox and Ghost Chapter one.1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You are not like your kind. You strive to gain knowledge and wish to do for those that treated you with kindness."
And thus our story begins.
Chapter one: Strange encounters
The night air is chilly a light winter breeze rustles through the trees in the almost pitch black park. The snow begins to fall lightly covering the earth in a blanket of pure white goodness. The only light comes from a young man. This young man is unlike other young men. The candle he possesses is the candle of lost souls. It is a black candle with an eerie purple flame that guides the spirits that are very much alive to their final resting place. The candle aluminates the young man's Ghostly face, He appears twenty one in age with a tall thin build, paper pale skin, ice blue eyes and hair the color of moon kissed snow. The boy has a sickly look about him His name is Ghost.
He walks through the smal
Broken Tea Cup: EngChuRoBroken Tea Cup: England, China, Hong Kong.Broken Tea Cup: EngChuRo3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: RoChu, Broken!
EngChu, Baby Hong Kong
England watched Hong Kong sit in the back garden, the tiny Cantonese child sitting almost completely still with his hand holding a stuffed panda bear as close to his little chest as he could.
The very same bear that was the only thing he had left from his Mother and was so deeply tear-filled that if he squeezed it too hard it seemed like a title wave would`ve wash him back to his Mother`s side. It killed England to see his son like that, it was his fault he felt that way, but he didn`t mean it. If he could he`d do anything to see the child happy once again but China would never look at England after what had happened. He`d never forgive him.
Tears streamed down China`s cheeks as he was pushed up against the wall, kicking, and screaming but England didn`t losen his tight grip on the Chinese man. His green e
Most Confusing Sentence EverIm not saying were in danger, he said. Im just explicitly not saying that it wouldnt be wise not to worry about whether somebody did or did not do what they said they didnt did. Do. Can I start over?Most Confusing Sentence Ever5 years ago in Humor More Like This
RoChu: Bedtime Story RoChu: Bedtime StoryRoChu: Bedtime Story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Once upon a time... In a place far away.. A wonderful prince lived happily with his older brother in a safe, warm home guarded by sunflowers as far as the eye could see...." China started, little Russia sitting in his lap with large violet eyes staring up at the man while the two sat under the stars. "The little prince's name was Ivan and he was such a happy little boy with his entire life ahead of him, aru. And he even would become the king of their home as well." He continued, his long thin finger's tangling themselves in the small boy's silver hair as he told the story and the baby nation bounced."My name is Ivan!" Russia cooed, looking up at China with a large smile that was infectious to the elder. "Shh, Shh, Yes it is, aru. But no more interrupting or you'll ruin the story, okay...?" China asked, the smaller boy covering his giggling mouth and nodding as he relaxed back into the Chine
Drabble: Hey HeyTitle: Hey HeyDrabble: Hey Hey1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fandom Crossover: Lewis/As Time Goes By
Word Count: 100
Lewis knew even before the man spoke that he would hate him. Well, maybe not hate...dislike extremely. The way he said 'mega' and 'monster' like they were the jazziest words in the universe set his teeth on edge.
"Wadda' say, Jay?" Alistair boomed across the pub table, "It's only for the weekend and Singapore's lovely this time of year." He gave them both a cheeky wink, "I'm sure Mr. Lewis here wouldn't mind if I stole you away for a few days." Lewis' stomach gave a nauseous flip at the tiny smile and blush rising on James' cheeks. What a nob.
This is MadnessEmptiness. Pure, white emptiness stretching on endlessly for miles and miles; never ceasing. Unyielding. Without forgiveness.This is Madness3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It is this emptiness I fear. This cold, cold void.
How I might long for colour to gather does not matter. How I might yearn for another sign of life is insignificant. Because what purpose do such petty desires serve when the giver is stoic in their ways? What purpose?
No purpose. No reason. No rhyme.
I stumble around for days, for weeks, for months. Years, perhaps, but who can tell? The blank world in which I find myself does not tell. Will not tell. It is cruel. So very cruel.
My tears mean nothing to it. One might go so far as to assume that they give it joy. Yes. That's it. Joy.
Sometimes I can hear laughter, though I cannot determine who is laughing. My mouth is often left hanging after it fades. My laughter, you say? Definitely not. I could never laugh with such pleasure at one's pain.
Autophobia It is just he and I. I am on tiptoes, the perfect height for my face to be in his neck. I'm hiding from everyone else. It is just he and I.Autophobia3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My tears are creating a wet stain in his green shirt. It smells of him; he smells of himself. I can't remember where I am. If I bury myself in him deep enough, I will not be ashamed. My greatest wish is simply for he and I.
He is my link. I am separated from the world. I know too much about it to expect any good. He surprised me, making his Mark on my heart and soul. He is what I have been searching for. His golden-white light bridges the dank world to me. When I walk along the bridge, everything feels better. Then it is just he and I.
Eventually, the darkness will come. My yin will always overthrow his yang. My light will be extinguished. My link shall be broken. Disdain, contempt
I am the Wind...The wind. Most people don't think about it much, unless it's causing them trouble, like blowing their hair every which way, or rewarding with slight, brief, innocent pleasure, a single whisper in their ear, or a slight brush across their cheek. Most people take it for granted. Most people don't notice it until it's gone.I am the Wind...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am the wind. I feel like the wind, act like the wind, wish I could escape just like the wind every day of my life. Just like the wind, I'm very rarely thought of unless I do something to make people notice me. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so invisible, but I love the fact that I make a difference. I am as unstoppable as the wind. An invisible force that does as it pleases, without a care in the world, and usually doesn't concern itself with things that don't really matter.
I matter. Or, at least I feel as though I do. Most people around me don't think I do, but I know that, without me, they're lives would be completely different. Everyone's like that. We affect each oth
coeur.you see, people are all the same. bones and hearts and brains and yet they're all different.coeur.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i thought i was lucky to meet him. i thought hell, he's the one. but what did i know? nothing. maybe i was wishing for a fairy tale ending, and a whole fairy tale begining to go along with it. that's what i felt like. all the princesses and all the other fairy tale girls always have those shitty lifes, and i could of told each and every one of them 'i feel ya, sis.' and they would just go along talking to their animals or riding in their pumpkins. some people believe in fate. i did. after i met him and i was walking with him late nights into early mornings, going where ever we would go i would think to myself "hell, i sure am lucky. i was in the right place right time."
it didn't take me long to realize how untrue that was. yes, i was in the right place right time. to do what you might ask? to get hurt. i was just another of his false fairytales. he was good at breaking hearts
we tried.i'm running out of patience and you are running out of time. we are huricane winds, hard and strong and fast; we are waves that just keep crashing. i'd swim to you across oceans and rivers and lakes and walk in the rain and the shine if i could just see you. we are song lyrics in sad songs about losing and being lost, and we are unwritten letters and missed calls and uncertainty. there are people who can say that's the one and i am saying that you are maybe the one. you are playing hard to get but being easy at the worst possible times and worst case scenarios are running through my head. we are like a hit and run where you forget to run, a one night stand that just keeps going, a fire that wont stop. we are trying to stop this and put an end to it but it is an addiction. you are an addiction. mail me postcards about new girls and i'll swim oceans to get to you. i need you. break me down, i'll build myself back up. i'll smoke ciggarettes with secrets on them, blowing the smoke all thewe tried.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dear the girls who...This is to the girls who believe they're not pretty enough for someone.Dear the girls who...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Who wake up early to get ready.
Who put on a smile.
Who try everyday, when they don't need to.
Who starve themselves, because they think they're not skinny.
Who cut to not feel alive but to remind themselves they are.
Who are shy and find it hard to trust.
Who will never believe that someone loves them.
Please remember that.
You don't need to try.
Everyone is beautiful.
As long as you're happy.
That's all that matters.
Keep Living, JackKeep Living, Jack2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Keep Living, Jack
To my dearest Jack.
I know you told me not to write, but you said those words in anger. I wanted to send one sooner, but things became complicated. I miss your smile, your eyes, the touch of your lips, having your arms around me. But most of all, I miss the sound of your voice. I wish I could hear it once more; it would be like serenity for my ears. I miss how we would just lay with each other in silence, knowing that neither of us had to speak to express our emotions. I loved how you knew what to say and do to make me smile, you always knew.
Remember when you left that trail of roses going from the front door to the bathtub? You were waiting for me in there, acting as if you were asleep, and when I came to look, you pulled me in. I laughed until tears came, and I kissed you until you knew how much it meant to me. That will always be my favorite moment of us.
I regret that our relationship took the road to ruin. Though it's only been a few years, it seems like it was
How I Became the Victim (part 2)It was Monday when I had that first horrible encounter with Sabrina and Thursday when I struck up an unusual treaty with a mysterious girl named Karen...How I Became the Victim (part 2)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On Friday, I decided I needed to pretty much lay low and try to stay as far out of trouble's reach as I could be. I was extremely hungry, but since I didn't have any money and because my face frightened people too much, I couldn't just walk into a restaurant and order food, so I had taken to stealing it whenever it was needed. However, without my knife I was defenseless, and thievery became dangerous for me. Besides the danger factor, if I were to show my face and stir up any trouble now, then the police in this town would be aware of my presence and give me no rest, thus destroying my chance to meet up with Karen again and get back that precious object of mine. I fretted over this dilemma for hours before finally deciding that I would just have to go without eating until I could be reunited
My Hero - Pt.1My Hero - Pt.12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Have you ever felt as if you were taken for granted? Or always been 2nd
best against an older or younger sibling? Have you been he one who was
always blamed for everything? Or are you just misunderstood?
I was. Until 3 years ago I was one of the ones that suffered like this
I had a heart of ice. I remember these years like the back of my hand.
Is my sister's birthday that's where my story begins...
It's my sisters 10th. She woke us up at 5 that morning to wish her a
"Hey Sora!! C'mon wake up!! Wake up" she shook me so hard that
morning I could have been seriously injured.
" Molly it's Friday. It's 5am and I was up half the night revising and
doing homework for once in your life please let me sleep until my
alarm goes off." I rolled over still grumbling on Fridays my school
didn't open until 10 so all I wanted was a rest. Both parents were in
the police force they took molly to school when they left at 7
The Ocean's StoryThe Ocean's Story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat still. Well, as still as an ocean can be, anyways. I was waiting for three special guests, who came here every weekend to escape their husbands. How do I know this, may you ask? And who exactly am I? To be exact, I'm the ocean. Algerian shore sector. I see and hear all along the coast of Algeria, and I remember every little thing that happens. You might be thinking, 'How can an ocean be intelligent if it's just water?' My reply to this, is that you human are pretty dense. I've always been alive. You might also ask how I wrote this. I have a very good friend, a manbearpig, who can speak ocean. So there you go.
But lo! Here come the desert flowers, forever cursed to be beaten by their husbands during the week - only to rebel and sneak out every Saturday just to come see me. I have no objections to it, since I absolutely adore women. I may be sexless, but I still prefer women. 'Cause I can. The tenderness of their feet, the