31 years.31 years.3 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
Always the CoffeeParked in agony, he spent his time looking in mirrors and staring into her absence. The reality of her departure was almost bearable, but the loss of her ideal lay in far deeper waters than he could ford.Always the Coffee3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
All inanimates seemed to lose their liking for him: toast less crisp, pencils harder to sharpen, and socks never stayed paired. Toilet tissue was now undoubtedly too thin. He would swear that the traffic lights, in their now longer phases of angry red, blamed him for her absence and were determined to let him sit in his own poisonous fumes at every intersection.
His misspent hopes of a child, one who would have his temperament and her smile, filled an empty second bedroom he didn't have.
It was when the coffee lost its perk, falling between bitter and listless, that he began to formulate action. He gathered change for the laundromat, found his best clothes, and cleaned them up. After a shower and shave, he donned his be
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
. finding atlantissometimes, in my dreams, i can breathe underwater.. finding atlantis3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i wonder if you can too.
- - -
we live in this desert disguised as a city, a world where pretty purple houses aren't houses but bits of broken glass stacked elaborately with the most innocent of lies and the best worst intentions. a world where the people aren't people at all but glorified ghosts shifting in and out of one hollow limbo to the next and the next and the next.
i've just about used up my last wasted weekend with all the other wasted some-bodies and no-bodies. it's all chalked up to this: the realization that we can't escape our cancerous city who sucked the life right out of us and exhaled it back to the sea where it keeps all the passion and wonder and beauty locked in a chamber of foam and mist just beyond the coastline, just out of reach.
we all want to see atlantis but the sad truth of the matter is we can't (won't) hold our breath long enough to swim there, and would we remember how even if we could? they say it's
Any Other WayI stood in utmost turmoil before the King, dejected for what I had seen, and ashamed for what I had not done. In silence, I waited for the Queen to speak, knowing that only she could deliver the judgement sentence.Any Other Way3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I recognize now, the taint that stains your hands, and mars your soul. You, you who have sworn to a life of purity and honor have spilt blood."
The words were calm, collected, not even cold, but I knew in that moment that I had been discovered, my fate sealed. "What have ye done, that ye felt it necessary to take such drastic action?"
Even before she had finished the question, I already knew that she would not hear my answer. No one would, for my choice had been dire, no matter the reasoning behind it.
"My lady, you would not hear to the answer, even if I were to give it... "
I spoke the truth, and the Crown knew it, though they were loathe to admit it.
With a nod from the King, the guards stepped forward once more to drag me to the black cell that would be my l
A Brief Guide to Dialog TagsPart of being an aspiring writer is receiving feedback, and a big part of getting feedback is giving it. I've belonged to several critique sites over the years, including but not limited to deviantART (which, while a good site, leaves much to be desired if your goal is useful feedback on lengthly prose), Critique Circle (which is a great site, but I started to have trouble keeping up with the queue), and Scribophile (which is useful, but unfortunately much of the useful bits for novel-writers require that you sign up for the premium membership).A Brief Guide to Dialog Tags5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
However, the point of this post isn't to analyze the various websites out there, but rather to emphasize a piece of common advice I've found myself giving lately. It's about something that should be simple, but isn't: dialog tags.
Something that should really be as easy as she said gives a lot of people trou
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 Star3 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
Night CattleShe owns her flesh.Night Cattle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Old goddess, beautiful decay-
draping along the length of her bones
like a Shakespearean sonnet.
When the graveyard lurkers
come to pray upon a carcass,
they will howl their mournful sorrow
to the earth below their claws.
Devouring her, respectfully.
She, with an aged bird spirit:
unable to be caged.
Ashes! Ashes! We All Fall Down. Petr Novikov was dead before he hit the floor.Ashes! Ashes! We All Fall Down.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aleksey froze; he'd heard the bang, and for one heart-stopping moment he thought he'd been shot too. But he quickly realized the only thing that hit him was blood. Petr's blood. The slightly cloying smell of iron and salt met his nostrils before he even saw it.
Cautiously, he crawled towards Petr, squinting through the dim light of the room. His stomach lurched as he took in the gaping hole in the dead man's forehead. The amount of red it released was unbelievablesome had even splattered onto the walls. Bile rose in Aleksey's throat. He'd seen gore and bloodshed on an almost daily basis, but it didn't make him any less revolted now.
The once-brawny Petr now looked weak, his face gaunt, his eyes open and unfocused. Aleksey was left staring down at his comrade's empty shell.
He didn't wan
Taken (Viking!Denmark x Reader) 07 CHAPTER 7Taken (Viking!Denmark x Reader) 071 year ago in Romance More Like This
It had been a good few weeks since ____ finally stepped out of the Queen's Cottage after three weeks of isolation, and she was now eager to learn everything she could about this new place, and Mathias was just as eager to teach her and show her. Even though he was busy most of the day, he would take her out on long walks around the island as often as he could, telling her stories and different customs they had there, and she listened carefully, not wanting to miss or overlook anything. As they walked, the young queen realized how huge the island really was, some places would take them days to reach, and he promised he would take her on a long field trip to go and see it. However, there was one place he would not take her too, and that was the far end of the forest to the north. They were riding past there early one misty morning, and the young queen was certain she heard strange noises coming from that direction. Curious as she was, she asked if they could go tak
Hetalia x Reader Phantom of the Opera 7Hetalia x Reader Phantom of the Opera 71 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Night to Remember
The following months went by without incident. The opera house continued to operate just as efficiently as it had before if not more so, all the previous commotion attracting dozens of new audience members. Natalia retained her title of prima donna, but she was no longer the lead soprano that everyone adored. The crowds had their eyes on you, the rising star of the Opera Populaire. Whether the role was big or small, you always managed to captivate the onlookers, receiving a standing ovation after every performance. The only ovation you cared about however, was that of your beloved viscount who always waited for you backstage with outstretched arms. The two of you had grown inseparable in that stretch of time and the Phantom's absence had allowed your love for Alfred to flourish. As you spent day after uninterrupted day in your golden-haired lover's embrace, the night you had spent underground and the feelings that had filled you in Ivan's presence began to re
Russia x Reader - Parachutes (part 2)Russia x Reader - Parachutes (part 2)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Russia x Reader - Parachutes (Part 2)
-IVAN! – [f/n] cried, the blizzard swallowing her voice at the moment it came out of her lips. She couldn’t see much, and she was slowly getting more and more desperate. It was going to be night time soon. And she knew that the militar training she went through was a poorly made joke when facing a snowstorm, with a low amount of supplies, plus a wounded person. The last part was only going to be a problem if she found Ivan. And she had to do it. Fast.
-IVAN! – She called again, before tripping into something. What?
[f/n] looked down, the thing she first thought it was a fallen tree turning out to be a human. A very big one.
-Ivan? – She asked, kneeling down next to the almost buried Russian. Removing the snow out of his hair and face, she checked if he was breathing. Very faintly.
Despite that, [f/n] found herself smiling. Taking the blanket she had in her backpack, she put next to him, and then rolled him over
Just Like We Were a Thousand Years AgoWe’re dying.Just Like We Were a Thousand Years Ago3 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
Insomnia...?Sleep evaded him like dew evaporating in the midday sun. Picturesque views of calm sunsets mixed with the smell of coriander caressed his mind, his closed eyes like the taut canvas of a fresh easel. His mind felt ready to be painted, but there was no artist, no creator to delve into the recesses of his subconscious and reveal the dreams he so desperately desired. And, all the while, the hours wove their terrible tendrils as the night slowly progressed.Insomnia...?3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No. Sleep would not come to him tonight. It was resolute in its decision to alienate him for a time. He scowled, even with his eyes shut, as he imagined its face, if it could have one, grinning as it denied the rest his soul craved.
He asked himself why this was the case, an attempt to pass the time as much as it was an attempt to find any answers. Maybe it was his sloppy work ethic. Perhaps it was dietary, or the fruit of a lack of exercise. It could have been looming deadlines casting shadows over his once clear peace of mind, any sunl
Speak Louder Than WordsThrough the hundreds, even thousands,Speak Louder Than Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of unique languages spoken by our race
internationally, occasionally you can still
understand someone just by a blink of
an eye; by their kinetic movements.
Simple feelings can be portrayed as simple
gestures; happiness as a smile, love as a kiss,
sadness as a tear or droop of the shoulders.
At times our greatest feelings of burning
passion cannot be expressed in any language.
No word can give reasoning to that sensation
in the pit of your stomach or the pumping
in your chests.
Every so often, actions speak far louder than
any word of any language possibly could.
My Sweet InsanityMy Sweet Insanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laugh come on it's fun.
After I am laughing
With this twisted smile
As I imagine your death.
The red blood dripping
From the lovely silver knife
As your screams pierce through
The night and slowly fade away.
Don't worry, and close your eyes
It'll be over soon.
I'll be nice to you
But you have wronged me greatly
So I'm sorry you have to die.
It would have changed
If you had been nice to me.
Who's laughing now?
The shame is that if
We were friends, and someone hurt you
In any way, minor or major
I would have done something to them
Maybe the same of what happened to you.
I am chased in my dreams
By my inner demons
That whisper to me at night
"Keep on smiling."
They say Revenge is a double edge knife
I can't believe them,
Because I know I did what was right.
And I still remember
Where that girl lays
And I still have the knife
That slain her
And I still remember her
Beautiful screams before she died.
No one knows it is me
After all I'm always smiling
And laughing, and ever so sweet
Dear PersephoneDear Persephone,Dear Persephone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please come back
I'm tired of the cold
I'm tired of the snow
I'm tired of this endless winter
And I'm waiting for your return
Do you still hate it there?
Does it still feel like hell to you?
Do you still hate yourself
For being a few pomegranate seeds away
From what you truly wanted?
Do you still ache for the above?
Do you feel like you don't belong?
You no longer belong to the world
But hell is hell, too
So where do you fit in?
Have you forgiven him yet?
Do you think you ever will?
Or do you find yourself watching him
Not knowing whether to hate
Or to love him?
Do you hear me?
I hope you do
I am a creature much like you
In a place I don't belong
I am a creature of the spring
I belong in the spring
I know what it's like to be in hell, too.
The Kissing Scene.-.The Kissing Scene.-The Kissing Scene.8 years ago in General More Like This
Her heart skipped a beat as the words echoed throughout her soul. She felt a gentle hand caress her cheek; shivering as his hands ran through her hair lovingly. She placed her hands upon his waist gently, smiling up at him with eagerness in her eyes. The outline of his figure caused her stomach to turn as he slowly bent down for her lips. She noticed his hesitation as he slowly stopped before them. She felt a hint of excitement as they simply brushed her full anticipating lips. She stepped closer into him, their bodies touching together. The heat of their passion from a simple brush made the tree's themselves quiver. As he pulled her face to his, their lips finally touched, causing a sensation more powerful than anything ever described.
A few moments later he pulled away gently, the air gone from his soul. She breathed heavily and glanced up at his dark outline. He smiled down on her and kissed her forehead gently, placing his against hers. The rain fell down upon
waiting.i feel like i'll just sit herewaiting.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for you to say it.
i feel like you'll never notice,
and i'll spend my afternoons being another onlooker.
and then when i'm about to give up,
you'll wave at me,
and i'll wait some more.
i feel like it'll be years
before i hear what i want you to say.
or maybe it'll never come.
or maybe you just never thought it.
and then there's the part where we'll drift.
then you'll go to a college like you've been saying,
and i'll grow up,
and so will you.
when i'm finally over you,
you'll pop up like you always do,
but this time, it'll be you
and when you finally say it,
i'll turn my head away and say,
"you should have done that years ago."
Dear ______,Lover,Dear ______,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pull me to you
by the soft whiteness of my wrists
with frighteningly steel fingers
and never let me go.
graze the soft flesh
above my collarbone
that cannot be explained by anything except
fog up my brain
and throw on the defrost,
melt my frozen crystals
and turn my fingernails from blue to
speak to me in those foreign words
that make me feel
craved and nurtured
say those key words
that make me open up
make you tear me open
make fantasies come true.
when you go,
kiss me too fiercely
crush my spine
and steal the air from my lungs,
hollow out my chest cavity
deprive me of speech
and clip my wings;
for if I am with you
I am yours.
Russia's Kitty - Neko!ReaderxRussia P2Russia's Kitty - Neko!ReaderxRussia P22 years ago in Romance More Like This
“I have no idea what made it work but that was bloody brilliant!” England bounced up and down in his living room as he brought tea over to your and Russia. You had been forced to sit on the chair next to Russia rather then on his lap. Russia was blushing heavily even though his skin had gone very white and almost terrified. Then again, considering you’d leapt on him when you’d been fully naked… which was a bad thing for a human to do apparently… you couldn’t be surprised. “Here, have some cream.”
“Oh goodie!” You hiccupped in delight as a bowl of cream was pushed toward you. At first you leant down and stuck your tongue in, delighted at the flavour but your motions to get the cream in your mouth ended up with it being splashed over the table top. You looked at it in confusion, and then you noticed Russia pick up his cup and sip, and tried to do the same. You poured half the cream down your nak
MutantHear me read itMutant2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a mutant.
| My skin does not sallow in the sun
and I do not blush jaundice through my cheeks.
| I do not have extra fingers, or toes -
although my spine;
it boasts an ironic vertebrae,
it is a long tally of the hearts I have broken
and when I straighten my spine the bones Pop out of place.
I am out of place.
| I do not have a super power,
I lack exceptionality in all but my ordinariness.
| there is a vengeful bacteria feasting -
on my shoulder places;
Personal Heart NoteHi, pretty ladyPersonal Heart Note4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sweety of mine
I long to touch your hair
Braid you a smile
Caress its waves
As we watch tv on the couch
Your head on me
Or mine on yours
Nothing more nothing less
Some quality time
To share with you your interests
Be it gossip or teary "soaps"
If Church is your passion
We may not agree
But respect it I will
And share the experience with you
Would be my wish
If you play video games
To play side by side
Or take turns if need be
Be playful and bashful
Push you so you don't win
Let you get in that last Boss "kill"
Be known as the couple that's "hip"
To take long strolls
Oh wouldn't it be sweet?
On the beach at night or early morn'
Leaving our perfect-pair footprints on the sand
Lay down and soak the sun
Or build a castle on the shores
If it be night
Could we not hear the crashing waves?
Sharing a beautiful kiss
Under the moonlight's iris
Perhaps on the park
To walk under the trees
And make out on the bench a bit
To hear the birds sing
And see the surrounding greenery