The Graveyard Gift ShopThe Graveyard Gift ShopThe Graveyard Gift Shop1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
A pair of eyes peered out from underneath a mess of black hair and Martha had to repeat herself.
"You can't buy tarot cards," she said again. "Not unless you have a parent or guardian with you." The boy's obsidian eyes flickered and Martha wondered how old he was. Fourteen? Fifteen? Not stupid enough to try something untoward with a pack of cards, but, "it's company policy, I'm afraid."
"Okay," he said, and turned to look at the rest of the shop. It was more of a kiosk really, and Martha only worked there three days a week while her youngest daughter was in school and she finished her degree, but Martha was sure that this boy was the most 'graveyard' of all the teens who came to hang around Edinburgh's infamous actual graveyards. The kirkyard was another tourist attraction, hence the kiosk - a few famous Scots had been buried there, and of course there was the Greyfriars Bobby story for the kiddies - but mostly it attracted weirdoes who were int
dreamsong :work in progress:i. from the seadreamsong :work in progress:1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl in the white dress is splayed against the salt-dark sand like a scrap of cloth. The sea, receding, whispers quiet self-assurances.
The boy who travels shadows hates this part of his patrol. He belongs beneath the trees and in the dense, wet heat--not here. Here, he is prey to endlessness.
The shadow boy skirts the fringes of the sand, taking what comfort he can from the stunted groundcover, blue and faintly glowing in the moonlight. The muscles in his shoulders twitch, and he grits his teeth against the overwhelming fear of exposure.
At least astronomy is in his favor--full moons make for good shadows. Quick escapes.
The heady rush and hiss of the ocean is making him nearly come undone when he sees her, the dress shining like a strand of whitecap detached and thrown back. He tenses.
He gulps a deep breath and steadies himself before throwing himself in the openness of beach. With no shadows to hold onto, h
Avengers Day Off"Whos idea was this again?" Steve asked, as he and the rest of the group walked through the parking lot and closer to their destination, each of them carrying totebags on their shoulders. It was a clear, bright summer day, and was one of the only days where Director Fury let the Avengers forget about their duties, and go enjoy themselves. It was mildly hot out, and the sun beating down on on the earth below made the heat index rise, making it feel much hotter then it actually was. And of all days, this was the day which the air conditioning inside the Avengers tower broke down. Tony had instructed JARVIS to fix it immiditely, but the estimated time needed for the repair was a good 3 hours. Nobody could stand the heat. The temperature inside was hotter then outside! So, everyone suggested ideas of what they could do for the time being to keep themselves cool.Avengers Day Off2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tony and Clints." Natasha said, answering the captains question. "Well... mostly Clint's idea."
The place that everyone was at,
A Normal Night at Avengers TowerEight very long days had passed since any of the six Avengers had been sent on a mission for SHIELD. No catastrophes, no villain sighting, not even any gas station robberies had taken place in the giant metropolis that they called home. At first, they had all enjoyed sleeping late and doing nothing, but then the days had started growing longer and lloonnggeerr aanndd lllooonnngggeeerrr (Tony was positive that they now contained 36 hours instead of 24). Let's face it: they were bored. Very bored. Maybe even on the verge of insanity bored.A Normal Night at Avengers Tower2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That evening, they were all pretending to be interested in the delicious three cheese ziti marinara that Steve had made them when Bruce of all people pointed out the sad truth.
"Guys, we have to do something or we're all going to go insane. Look at us; we're not even interested in Steve's cooking, for crying out loud!"
"You are wrong, Doctor," Thor said through half-chewed pasta. "I am enjoying myself immensely!"
"Hooray. One of us hasn't died of bored
Hades and PersephoneThe Dark Divine Chapter 6Hades and Persephone3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Demeter was relaxed.
Or at least she would have been had her nerves allowed her to. She was in one the most relaxing spa environments known to mortal or god. She was surrounded by lavender walls with a mural of the afternoon sky on the ceiling. Soothing, sweet music played above her head, the faint sound of a stream trickling could be heard in the background, all whilst nymphs wove small flowers into her thick hair.
"Are you absolutely sure she arrived there okay?" Demeter asked one of the nymphs tending to her, for the thirtieth time that hour. Now the Oakson's Resort for Your Inner Goddess had seen stressed. They had seen frazzled, tensed, jittery and jumpy, but when they received the Goddess of Harvest she had been border lining hysterical.
This was partially because she had been physically dragged here from her autumn gardening work, only hours after seeing Kore off with those mortal children, wh
Hades and Persephone (Part 5)Hades and Persephone (Part 5)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PERSEPHONE SAT IN HER ROOM, glancing at the window. There was not much to look at. Hades had put her room away from the others, toward the wastelands of the Underworld, the empty lands, where there was nothing much besides black ground and pillars of smoke. She knew that if her room were at the other end of the palace, she would see fire and destruction.
Hades had said he would return in a day or two. That meant she still had a slight chance to get out. Not of the Underworld. She knew that was impossible. She wanted to at least see the gardens. If anything, they were still growing things, and they offered no ridicule or emotions.
She stood, walking over to her door, opening it so there was only a small crack. The large, black dog outside of her door was sleeping soundly, even snoring slightly. The snore was deep and ragged, more like a growl with each inhale.
Persephone slid out of her door, shutting the door softly. The dog did not stir.
She continued her w
CartographyYou cast light into the uncharted lands,Cartography4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The darkest spots among the shifting sands,
Of the deserts, to the deepest trenches,
In the oceans of my heart.
Nothing even dares to hide
From this magnificent light so deep inside;
It's drowned the very thirst it quenches
From the very start.
These cartographers dream of the discoveries you've made,
Their expeditions and journies but a silly masquerade
In comparison to the glory of roads that you've paved
Into the farthest reaches of my heart.
You sing to the muses that hold legends
Of the demons and gods my heart defends,
And weave glory into their every story
Of your majesty in me.
No citizen or king can dare deny
Flowers and trees have blossomed high;
My nature's reached its full glory
Through your purity in me.
So bring me that horizon's line;
We'll sail these ships over lands divine,
Every corner of the seven seas ,
Of the world within my heart.
These cartographers dream of the discoveries you've made,
Their expeditions and journies but a
ocean planetsRead aloud here.ocean planets2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and what immortal hand or eye could frame
the cities drowned in sharp, unspoken fears,
and sound the silent depths and dream to tame
their deepest of abyssal teeth. and years
will pass and years will follow down below.
and roaming jaws will take their prey and grin
and fear no cosmic consequence. they know
that blackened waves will hide the darkest sin.
no faith survives these godforsaken seas,
no faith can match the weight of death and space--
the snow of snuffed-out souls feeds this disease:
leaves leper scars on corpses doomed to waste,
and soft, with gentle hands it leads them down
Boarding School: Avengers AUDr. Fury was a tough principal to impress. He played favorites, and anyone who didn't quite make his standards was humiliated in front of the entire school during assembly or graded harshly, so harshly that he or she flunked. He knew that his students resented him, and he used that to his advantage. One of his favorites was Tony Stark, because he was brilliant, but more importantly, rich and influential. While he wouldn't normally allow a student to get an extension on a grade, Tony could get away with it. But Tony wasn't sick, or stressed. He had an ulterior motive for putting off his paper. He didn't normally attend such plebeian events as parties, but the rumor was that the school's model student, Steve Rogers, was attending. He never went to any of those sort of functions, afraid that if he drank too much and made a mistake he would be kicked off of the football team and a promising career with college football and then the NFL would be over before it started. According to the rumoBoarding School: Avengers AU2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
the breakers will always call us homedon't mind my voicethe breakers will always call us home2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the twilight.
i am without shoes,
beneath my wings.
i was the well that fed the lake--
i [saw] your fingers touching the water.
where did you sleep last night?
A Cave Somewhere in Northern Europe"Oh not you again," Nico muttered. Couldn't he go anywhere in Europe without the West Wind stalking him?A Cave Somewhere in Northern Europe1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was one of the few peaceful moments of the 'return the Athena Parthenos' mission. In fact, a few days in, this was the first. Reyna and Coach Hedge were asleep and Nico was on watch for once, sitting at the mouth of the cave they were hiding in. They were somewhere in Northern Europe, a few shadow-travels from the big one back to the States.
Nico was watching the lights in the nearest city blink, far away across the expanse of tiny towns and rolling hills. The air was warm and for about five minutes he almost felt comfortable, just sitting in the shadows. Then he heard a tiny cough somewhere to the left and almost put his sword through Favonius' nose.
"Oh, don't try that," Favonius said, twirling that bleeping hoop. "I'm here to guide, remember." Yeah. Not summon his evil master who had forced Nico to face up to the…. thing.
"Still struggling with everyth
all that hasn't happenedPretty please listen to the audio.all that hasn't happened2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to remember
the rumbling piano baritones
high notes like hailstones--your hands
running soundless scales.
i want the summer seas
the vineyard overlook, the olive
trees and sunwarmed coasts.
we filled the empty pages
with whole notes and halftones,
oceans and lovesongs.
we lived, we live
inkstained and drowning
through nights thick with words
and days shot with sound.
Guardian"A day like today happens--maybe twice in a whole season."Guardian2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's all hot sun and achingly blue sky, and you're sitting leonine on the hood of your battered pickup. I wish I could draw just to capture you like this--squinting into the horizon, one knee drawn up to rest your elbow on, hair windswept. I'd keep the white t-shirt and jeans, but I'd add wings: big, dusky gray things, relaxed and resting open on the windshield, pale underbellies to the sun. It'd fit, somehow, with you.
"Remember that big storm they had up north last week?"
"Yeah." I wouldn't have forgotten, not after the charts and scans you showed me. I only saw a mess of swirling colors like an end-of-the-day paint palette, but you saw sense in the chaos.
You ease off the truck and walk toward my white picket fence perch. "The wildflowers bloomed like all hell out by the lake." Resting your arms along the top beam, you gaze off into the distance for a minute longer before turning mischievous eyes my way. "Want to go see?"
Hades and PersephoneThe Dark Divine Chapter OneHades and Persephone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Asphodel," He yawned, resting his head on his hand. The translucent man before him bowed profusely and left in the direction of the Fields of Asphodel. After two thousand years of the same routine with little to no variation, a person (immortal or not) tends to get a little bored.
The lines seemed a little longer than normal today, or maybe it was they had a bit more difficult cases in them that made them seem so lengthy. Whatever the case, Hades was eager to be done for the day so he could return to his home, feed his three-headed dog, Cerberus and then himself, and retire to his chambers for the evening. That was his routine, as well as his curse. Wake with the dawn, sentence the souls, feed Cerberus and then wait for another day that was exactly like the last seventy-two thousand, nine hundred and ninety five days before it.
When the last of the souls were sorted out and the next boat full wouldn't come f
Paranoia 'There's no kindness in your eyes,Paranoia1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
the way you look at me it's just not right'
- Hilary Duff.
As I look over at you across the table, I can’t help but feel doubt creeping in from all sides. From the outside, our relationship is wonderful. You tell me that you love me every single day, you buy me flowers every week and you look after me better than I can look after myself. You even brought me to my favourite restaurant this evening as a surprise treat. I couldn’t ask for any more. You are everything I could possibly hope for. But yet, something is not right. A dark voice in the back of my mind keeps whispering: ‘Don’t be so blind’. I can’t help but feel that the interior of our relationship is not as perfect as the polished exterior. Something rotten is fester
suffocation keepthis city suffocates so we don'tsuffocation keep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no, at best
we sing in sign language:
the hushed glances, the solidity
of shoulder blades
let's leave the choking crowds
and chase out somewhere
where the wind blows
wide and rich--
where the knotted songs in your
to take these beartrap ribs
and let us
Waiting for YouI don’t mind waiting for you. When you’re lonely, any meaningful conversation is worthwhile. Even the kind you have to wait an hour or two for. Maybe especially that kind. The kind you stay up late for, reading to pass the time, or constantly glancing at the clock, hoping. The kind you walk around the block a few times for, even in the cold. The kind you would have over tea if you could but you can’t because you’re both going home and you’re tired of the day but not of each other and, you know, one cup wouldn’t hurt.Waiting for You2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hades and Persephone (Part 4)Hades and Persephone (Part 4)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PERSEPHONE WALKED THE corridors of the castle, wringing her hands. She had made sure she looked like she hadn't been crying. The thought angered her. She felt fragile, like the flowers she used to care for.
What had she done to deserve this? Why was she going through this punishment, this condemning trial?
She was vulnerable.
And she did not want to be.
Stopping, she leaned against a wall, making sure there was no one there. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back.
If you can hear me, Mother, Father, please come for me. I'm waiting for you. Please.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps near her. She composed herself, swallowing as she saw it was Hades striding up to her.
"Are you well?" he asked suddenly. Persephone nodded once.
"Why shouldn't I be? Besides the fact of the whole…" she trailed off, assuming he knew exactly what she meant. He did.
"As I have sai
driftListen to this aloud here.drift2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes we move like glaciers.
slow sliding continental shift
one particle at a time--
our vantage point unchanged for years
and years will pass with more years behind
and we will remain deceptively still
we carry things with us,
pebbles and twigs we rest on
for years and years--
but we can cast back
explore the ages we contain,
kept safe inside ourselves.
each grain of sand held close
whispering of ages long since returned to dust--
ages we have seen grow and die
ages we carry
we move like glaciers
quiet and assured
and years will pass with more years behind
but when time has grown tired,
we will remain.
we will have tales to tell.
Winter Wanderlust i.Winter Wanderlust1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Last winter you held me
under the light of your
our entwined "I Do's"
floated up to become
lodged in the sky.
Every morning I woke
to a warm cup of Earl Grey
and a passionate kiss
on the counter top,
hoping the marred wood
wouldn't give way beneath me.
I even let you look
over my shoulder
as I poured my soul
onto a piece of paper,
tinged with sepia
A whirlwind of postcards and
That's what you called me.
with verses of
my favorite poets.
to the simple,
lines from the
on St Rose
I taped his poem above
the bathroom mirror. I still remember
the way his face lit up when you
handed him that hundred dollar bill.
He thanked us with his written words.
We never did come home
from our honeymoon, did we?
Whenever you kissed my paper cut
fingers, my spine sang with
Hades and PersephoneThe Dark Divine Chapter 4Hades and Persephone3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't even a full twenty-four hours before Hades was summoned back to Olympus. 'If he thinks I'm going to apologize to that little brat, he's even more diluted than I thought.' Hades thought to himself, pulling his motorcycle into the parking lot once again. He had never seen Hecate laugh as much as she did when she saw the pink icing in her master's hair. If he was to retain any pride for yesterday's episode, apologies were not an option.
The halls seemed quieter than the last time he was here, but that was to be expected. After the small food fight that had occurred the party was cut dramatically short and pretty much everyone had left for their homes. Hades walked calmly through the halls of his brothers and sisters' house.
This was the most he'd been up here since Aphrodite's last wedding anniversary. That entire weekend had been a complete joke. Aphrodite flirted with almost every male present in a scrap of fabric that b