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
My Sweet InsanityMy Sweet Insanity1 year 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
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.
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
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
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 Porcelain3 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
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
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
. 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
Teen Dead in 2-Vehicle Rollover Crash"Make safe and wise choicesTeen Dead in 2-Vehicle Rollover Crash3 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
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
CheckmateCheckmate3 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.
Ashes! Ashes! We All Fall Down. Petr Novikov was dead before he hit the floor.Ashes! Ashes! We All Fall Down.3 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
Journey to ValhallaJourney to Valhalla:Journey to Valhalla3 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
The Kissing Scene.-.The Kissing Scene.-The Kissing Scene.7 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
DarknessOnce upon a timeDarkness3 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
everyone is a sociopath with a vitamin deficiencymy parents never beat meeveryone is a sociopath with a vitamin deficiency3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and look how I turned out: cracked ribs
blood in my urine
finally lost my baby teeth
but there's no love without blood and you
do not dream in hourglasses
rusty wind and
ferris wheel cages
to watch the gauze fall untaped
on the kitchen floor and
I am itchingscratchingbleeding time
profusely and it falls off me like sawdust with every
I still stand still with knees dovetailed and
head cocked down
to watch the wood shavings
pile at my shins like suitcases
you always want more
so when I felt the fault lines in your wrists
start to tremble
I took that revolver in your chest
spun the cylinders and heard
the familiar empty click
echo through your ribcage
and now I find you
underground like rainwater
and I tried
Carry Me to the Garden DoorMy love's the song I've never sangCarry Me to the Garden Door2 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