Piercing"A-aah! Duff!"Piercing4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Sorry It's cold, I know Just stay still, okay, Izz?"
"Why do you have to use that?" the brunette whined.
Duff smirked up at him. "What, do you want me to just push it in there, no preparation at all?"
"No " Izzy averted his eyes. "But do you have to do it this way?"
"Sorry, it's the only way I know how." The blonde gave him an apologetic look. "Now get ready, I'm gonna push it in."
Izzy steeled himself against the pain he knew was coming, even though Duff had done all he could to minimize it. He was gritting his teeth so hard that his gums were starting to hurt. His knuckles were white from the force with which he gripped the counter. His eyes were shut tight.
"Alright," Duff said, catching the older man off guard.
"I-it's in..?" Izzy asked.
The bassist rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it's in."
Izzy opened his eyes and looked in the mirror, then grinned w
Encore for a Fallen StarWith biting teeth and a savage grip, the coldness of this evening digs into the marrow of my bones, infusing each and every one of them with a heaviness that promises not to fade unnoticed into the past. When I close my eyes, it demands that I recall those drunken, empty promises whispered during the thickness of a winter's night. Our own icy breaths and the constellations above were the only witnessesand if the stars disapproved then they did not comment, remaining blissfully silent and considerate enough to refrain from intruding on those stolen hours that we both craved with every blink of our glossed-over, all-seeing but sight-less eyes.Encore for a Fallen Star4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We whiled away those delirious, moon-struck, dream-dazed minutes envisaging maybes and cannot bes, craving to connect the parallels of our separate existences that would always be jagged around the edges, doomed to never quite fit in a way that wouldn't leave us (or perhaps, I think now, only me) terminally bloodied and scarred
Of Love Letters and Cracked PorcelainShe writes to him. Every day she writes to him thousands of letters, scrawled on lined paper, lunch bags, the backs of her homework assignments. Whole books, she writes, entire epics, tragic love stories.Of Love Letters and Cracked Porcelain4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her fingers are perpetually stained with ink.
She doesn't begin every letter with "dear", though that's what he is to her. She knows he knows. Knows she loves him. Knows he is wanted, needed, cherished. Her one and only, forever and always. She tells him about her days, sends pictures of her sister, her mother, herself. She loves each letter to pieces, so it's wrinkled and stained and torn a little by the time it's finished.
They were childhood friends before they were lovers. He was a year or so older, an inch or two taller, an older-brother type for the first thirteen years of her life, before he grew into his body and she into hers. Relics of their combined childhoods clutter her bedroom, piling up on the bookshelf, the desk. On her walls hang the crayon drawings, fifteen ye
Just Like We Were a Thousand Years AgoWe’re dying.Just Like We Were a Thousand Years Ago4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
More than two thirds of the population, coughing, writhing and swelling. Black knobs squeeze bloody under chin, arm and thigh. Foam bubbles at mouth. Most aren’t found until their eyes pop from the pressure and ants pick pieces of blue white skin. Where whole towns succumb, they are never found at all.
It’s the bubonic plague. Black Death. Come again. Just like it did a thousand years ago.
But it’s different now, indestructible, and white coats produce a new needle every week. Tommy got jabbed but did him no good. After that we kept ourselves back from the white coats and their followers. Cause they can’t find the cure.
Just like they couldn’t a thousand years ago.
Instead we walk. Outrun the wave. Never speak to anyone we don’t know. Keep our faces covered and avoid all towns, cities, villages, homes. But not alone. Others march. Leave a place at the first whisper of death. Never look back. Don’t let anyone near. Out
31 years.31 years.4 years ago in Horror More Like This
He walked out of the Limo silently, as his wife Yoko passed him to the reception area of the Dakota. He sauntered across the street to his apartment building, surprised no fans were anywhere. When he reached the cold concrete of the sidewalk, he felt two eyes boring into him, as if they could see his soul. He turned to see a young man, maybe twenty-five, gazing at him. He slowly turned his head back, a little uncomfortable, and looked at his watch. 10:51. He just wanted to get home to his son Sean, and rest.
"Mr. Lennon!" He spun to the direction of the voice but saw no one, and he suddenly felt a sharp sting on his back.The place where the pain started began to feel warm and wet against his shirt. His hand started to reach to that sharp pain, but never attained it's destination, for another sharp sting was sent through his body from his back.It was as if his legs no longer wanted to carry him,because he sank as three more pricks echoed in his body. Out of the corner of his eye he saw
Novel Soundtrack GuideThis guide is for helping with getting some inspiration for novel. If you are like me, you need something to listen to while writing but sometimes what come up on your playlist isn't exactly what you need. The solution? Make your novel's soundtrack. Soundtrack you say? I'm a writer not a composer. Well yes I know that. Just work with me here.Novel Soundtrack Guide4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
First things first. What moods and motivations are in your novel/scenes? Gooey Romance? Deep introspective thought? Hurt? Sadness? Horror? Keep them in mind as you're picking your songs.
For example purposes, I am using my first novel Always on this Carousel. I have two categories I generally put my songs into but you can create your own for your own writing style and purposes.
First are my Character Songs. They generally describe my characters in some way or have particular emotion that relates to their motivation. Just start going through your music library if you don't know some off the top of your head. Listen to the lyrics and see if they go
Teen Dead in 2-Vehicle Rollover Crash"Make safe and wise choicesTeen Dead in 2-Vehicle Rollover Crash4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I care about you
and I want to see you on Monday."
My ninth grade English teacher
would tell us this every Friday.
Ever since one of her students
went out for a fun weekend
and never came back.
I never got it.
Well, I did
but not really.
It was just a reminder
that we weren't immortal,
that our actions had consequences.
As my Latin teacher would say.
I knew this.
I learned this.
Those before me taught me well.
The guy two years ahead of me
who fell four stories off a stairway banister.
The day my section leader
shipped out to Afghanistan.
The phone call desperately asking me
how an eighteen year old girl
could go to sleep and not wake up.
I got it.
I am not made of steel.
I cannot leap tall buildings in a single bound.
What I didn't get was why she said it.
Why she felt it was that important,
like if she didn't say it we would forget.
I think I understand now.
Reading the words:
"landed in the ditch,"
"teen was pi
Pomegranate Seeds Persephone hugged her knees as the cold stone she sat upon slowly numbed her. Never before had she noticed stone, having spent her life in fields and meadows. Wide open spaces, the soft flowing grasses, the cool shade of the trees, the warm soil, and the heat of the sun warming the hard stone. If she ever was able to see the surface again, she would never view rocks the same.Pomegranate Seeds5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Light from the torches flickered, giving some illumination to the otherwise black room. In her meadows at home, if it were ever this dark, she could look up at the stars and the moon. Night was something she never feared, but this darkness now haunted her. It was inescapable. Helios would not ride across the Tartarus sky bringing light to this world of death. No one ever escaped Hades and the Underworld. Persephone was no goddess. She was a demi-god, daughter of Demeter an
Journey to ValhallaJourney to Valhalla:Journey to Valhalla4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of battle surrounds me
As axe and sword will clash.
The fate of a man decided
In a single metal flash.
On the ground I lay awakened
For the blood is rushing low.
It bursts from my wound
In a searing bloody flow...
I scream like a raging animal
As with the last of strength I thrust!
My sword will pierce his lung
As my enemy turns to dust...
A ruined body before me
Cold as the winter snow.
I begin to feel quite dizzy
As the heavens start to glow.
I can hear the sound of horses
And the cry of hungry crows.
The clouds began to part
As from the ground we rose!
Like warriors from the grave
We stood from where we fell.
Warm as though we bathed
In an ancient seer's spell.
I can see him coming now
Sleipnir has arrived!
He's come to take us home
The valiant dead who died.
The valkyries riding through the clouds
On the backs of crows they call.
The gods themselves are smiling
As mountains they are tall!
These tears cannot express
The words we wi
Persphone and Hades CH. XII I dont even remember falling asleep really. In the heated passion of our sex I guess we just eventually stopped the ecstasy and fell asleep in each others arms. I had remembered that small beads of sweat that had accumulated on my chest and his own. His back had been taught and tense all night from the movement and my nails had almost dug completely into them. I remembered his lovely face looking down at me, kissing me, and breathing into my neck so wonderfully. I gradually awoke to the next day and found my head lying on his chest. It was smooth and hairless, which was odd for a God. I moved my hand around to find that he was completely dry, but his skin was still so smooth. I moved my leg to find that his was naked, and since his chest was still naked, I assumed the obvious and didnt look down or touch the covers at his waist again.Persphone and Hades CH. XII7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Persephone Hades Chapter VI He was so beautiful in that moment, and so kind. His midnight hair was flying around his lovely pale face, and a hint of a smile was creeping into the corners of his mouth. His eyes, no longer were they the deep black of what I had known them to be. Even from where I was sitting I could clearly see his old emerald eyes peeping through, the black was fading away. I noticed he was wearing just an emerald robe, a pin of emerald holding it up on one side, the other hand no strap. His belt was of fine black silk and so were his shoes, he had dressed so nicely and simply for this. His muscles screamed masculinity at me, and even though he was pale they glistening just as much as a dark Zeuss.Persephone Hades Chapter VI7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I placed my thin and fragile finger tips in the middle of his large hand and watched hi
CheckmateCheckmate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
High and mighty, you sit on your throne.
Looking down on us all.
Have you completely forgotten?
The highest have the furthest to fall.
You're hubris is a mask.
You're royalty just an act.
On the inside you're an equal.
That's the hidden fact.
There you stand so tall.
You think you're oh so strong
But you only have more power
Than a measly pawn.
You are upset
By the littlest tremor.
I'll defeat you.
I'll be the winner.
I'll cut you off.
Put you in your place.
You think its your victory?
That's certainly not the case.
There's nowhere to run.
Time for the final blow.
You officially lose.
Persephone and Hades Ch. VIII The next morning was really hard; since it was the last time I would see Olympus for a while. Mother was at my door and knocking before the crack of dawn, but of course I didnt know this. I was still in dream land as Hades stumbled up from his couch and walked to the door quickly. He only had a night robe on, which is basically only a skirt, when he answered the door. I heard a shrieking scream that jolted me out from under my covers and onto the floor. Persephone! My mother shouted. What? What? I asked, looking around with the groggy eyes, trying to find the source of the disturbance. My hair was in true disarray and I had to push it out of my eyes to see Hades closing the door behind my mother. Put clothes on will you? She snapped at HadesPersephone and Hades Ch. VIII7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Persephone and Hades CH. VII The servant showed us to my new rooms, set the trunk down, and left quickly without a word. The one thing I noticed about Olympus servants and Hells slaves was that in Hell, the slaves were bound there but they had more spark to them. Here the servants worked because they were children of demi-gods and knew their place, so much so that they never spoke. Mother wandered around, checked the dresser, and then turned to the trunk that I had brought with me from Hell. Well just see how well he dresses you. She said shortly and threw the trunk open. The first thing she touched was the Persian black silk Hades had found somehow and given to me.Persephone and Hades CH. VII7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Goodness. Where in the world did her ever find this? she gasped and ran her hands through
His Outstretched Tentative HandHe hesitated for a second with an outstretched tentative hand. She lay motionless on the ground as if sleeping soundly. Her auburn hair lay around her and the air became colder. He didn’t mean to startle her but now she lay before him, unaware how close he was to her. Her mother had always told her to be careful and be alert while by herself. There was no way her mother would approve if she stumbled upon this scene.His Outstretched Tentative Hand3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But he couldn’t stop his outstretched tentative hand. It was inches away from her head. He knew her mother would tear apart his soul if he dared to touch her. However, her mother wasn’t there. Her hair looked soft and her features were calm. She was irresistible to anyone. He was sure many of the others yearned for her. But, him? He was unwanted. He was God of the Underworld. No one would look in his direction, especially not her. But he still desired her. Many nights he thought of her running through the forest that separated their worlds. She smiled as b
Persephone and Hades Part II~~**~~Persephone and Hades Part II7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Youll come to like it. He murmured in my ear. I shivered, his breath was like ice. I still said nothing and continued to stare forward. The skeleton held out its bony, vein ridden hand towards me, I could see where it was worn down from steering all of its miserable life. Go ahead, ladies first. Hades said. His voice was so quiet and soft, not in the nice way, but as if he was always telling a secret. No. I finally blurted out. Yes, go ahead. He urged and pushed me forward. You cant make me go, not until Zeus and my mother know what you have done. I was trying to hold my ground as best I could. No, they have no control over me, especially your mother. Now get in the boat and lets go home. He pointed. No, I want to go to my
Skinny Dipping in MortalitySome days, Tartaros beckons to me.Skinny Dipping in Mortality4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My mother's desperation to retain me was understandable, it seems. It seems that I am stuck between two forces that need me like breathing, that tug back and forth until I now fear that I may rip in half. Mother calls me back with warmth and sunlight; he calls me back with silence.
The dead are the most interesting conversationalists, at least when they can be coerced into speaking. Oh, some simply stare or wallow about in their sadness, but others the good dead, the ones who do not think they still live but truly know it are truly worth my time. That is the only thing I possess in droves. I have all the time in the world.
The Underworld is a marvelous place to me. It is here that old men can become young in the eyes of eternity; here ugly girls can fancy themselves beautiful; here young children grow old with cynicism splashed across their innocent faces.
I am writing this down so that I will not forget it after I return to the surface
DarknessOnce upon a timeDarkness4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In a land so far away
Darkness will surround you
And from this you shall not stray
Understand your values
Purity is a must
Keep in mind your morals
In darkness you will trust
This is no illusion
This, not even a dream
Darkness has consumed you
Please try not to scream
This goes beyond theory
Come up with a form of reason
Before darkness has you chained
Persephone and Hades Ch. IX Diving back under the water was just as eerie as before, I wasnt sure I was ever going to get over that. Hades heard me gasp and pulled me tighter to him, as if protecting me. I wanted to smile at how sweet he was being. When the chariot touched down there was STYX and a servant waiting to take our things. Again, Hades cradled me in his arms and held me close so as to keep me away from the horses. Gently he set me down in the boat and waited as the servant finished putting the trunks in, then followed him inside, standing in front of STYX at the bow. I sat at the back, alone, feeling stupid. It took my new husband a moment to realize where I was. Are you sitting back there on purpose? He asked sarcastically.Persephone and Hades Ch. IX7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
You Find Them in the CornersYou find them in the CornersYou Find Them in the Corners3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Content with half attentions
Ambient voids seeking a soft moment
Like some dull treatment
Listen, if you dare
As they burn in their cages
Happily singing of zero
~god help us they sing~
And their song is the waiting
And their song is the waiting
Create the illusion of a life
Kill what is, resurrect what never was
For in that folly lies the truth
~but the days know better~
A lie for a lie: a bartered reality
Though it’s not seen in the least
Our deaths are immortal
And our fates, immoral
Love, fame, escape is where we dwell
~The drug we liv
Yes, I DO Speak French"Parlez-vous français, Mademoiselle?"Yes, I DO Speak French4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
he asked me.
With a smile, I replied,
"Oui, mon amour!"
Dammit, I meant ami!
He looked at me,
Those are the only words in French I know...
I did the only thing left to do.
I pulled him close
and kissed him hard
on his big,
"Mon Dieu... Ce qui est arrivé?"
he asked in a daze.
Hades and Persephone-A Flower in the Darkest PlaceThe cold that he felt when he stepped out surprised him.Hades and Persephone-A Flower in the Darkest Place4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Despite his expressionless face, Hades was surprised at the sights around him. He walked through a white covered landscape, with bare trees that looked to be clawing against the slate grey sky. The wind was harsh, carrying cold white crystals of snow on the currents of air that brushed passed his solid, armour-clad, towering frame.
His cobalt blue eyes looked around for any life in this barren land. He didn't even see a plant or animal. However, he wasn't searching for those. He quickly walked forward, his cloak and hair sweeping behind him as he moved against the wind.
Hades had not been in the world above for years. He last walked the earth after the war with the titans, when he and his brothers were deciding who would rule which realm. He remembered that before he descended into the depths of the earth, he looked out at the sunset over the horizon, realising that he may never see the beauty that this world held ever again. Eve
Carry Me to the Garden DoorMy love's the song I've never sangCarry Me to the Garden Door3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
yet knew the words by heart
The dream I once held close at hand
but lacked the will to start
Her gaze held something new inside
yet touch inflamed the old
And ruined for all time I was
Of lovers yet untold
Carry me to the garden door
Carry me one last time
And I will wait here patiently
I will wait, oh love of mine
I'd tell you of my truest love
Caress her name for days
But gone, now she has wandered off
And words are far too gray
Words cannot unmake the sorrow
Nor bring her back to me
But tell a tale of love they can
Of what as one we all could be
A better man you'll never find
Whose wretched life was changed
When found upon that earthen path
His soul without his name
Carry me to the garden, love
Carry me old and grey
I will guide us fair that morn
And there we both shall stay
The Dismal GardenThe Dismal Garden9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
There once was a beautiful and luscious garden, filled with muted grays and pastels. Oh, the taste of the sweetest leaves that grew around a mound of brush and twine. What could become of such temptation?
The girl, so soft and white. She had eyes and hair of coal, as black as the stray passing by. Her lips were those of a doll. Velvety red rose petals. But it wasn't the roses she fancied.
She was drawn to the leaves of a strangely colored flower, entwined around a tell of vines and grasses. The flowers, so black they almost mirrored with her eyes. The petals topped with yellow trodden speckles. She was drawn to the leaves and couldn't help but sample their delights.
A swallow perched nearby and began to speak. He told her that the flowers were sordid blooms from the tomb. She was puzzled at the silly talk of the bird and listened as he continued with his story. He explained that the catacombs stood below the beautiful garden, and a mysterious growth of the speckled flowers emerged from