Perfect Strangers -- Half LifeThey knocked on each side of the door at the same time, cautiously. They knocked again, confused. The door opened, tentatively.Perfect Strangers -- Half Life2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They smiled at the same time, almost embarrassed by their synchronicity. But they weren’t. They would never admit it, but both of them were secretly glad they had found each other, a perfect stranger.
They spoke no words, so as not to ruin the effect. And, in return, no words found them. Their eyes drank in each other, greedily attempting to slake the unquenchable, before the door closed between them, slamming them each back into their own respective worlds.
They both knocked on the door from opposite sides, startled by the instant echo. One pushed, the other pulled, and the door was open.
They shared a synchronised smile; secretly pleased to have found each other, perfect strangers.
No words were spoken; no need to. They sought only to look.
They knocked on the same door, opened it at the same time, smiled the same smile. Silence helped slake thei
into the deepAudio version over thisaway.into the deep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the world will crumble, darling, but we will watch the stars--
watch the coasts curl up at the edges and the foam-slick sea drag them under
and history will bloom in brass and copper nebulas,
untainted by the tortured earth and its pleading
flecks of ash below.
but we will watch the stars
watch the galaxy unwind, spirals stringing out
the taste of ozone and plasticities.
the heaving sea will recede--the glaciers
pour their hearts out
the dunes rise up to the sated horizon.
will watch the stars.
and the hungering infernos hold no sympathy.
Hades and Persephone (Part 2)Hades and Persephone (Part 2)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
THE GIRL FELL TO THE GROUND. The man pulled forcibly on the reins, stopping the horses.
He stepped off of the chariot, ordering the horses to vanish. They did, taking the chariot with them.
He did not go any closer to the girl. He stood, motionless on the spot. He only watched her, making sure she was alive. Had her fear of him killed her? Impossible, he chastised himself, for she was immortal. But she could surely try her best. If she wanted to, she could go into a deep sleep that could last for centuries. He was worried she would do this.
Tentatively, he stepped toward the girl, his boots crunching the snow underneath him. He looked around. He had caused all this death and cold. He looked at the girl, in her soft pink dress and flowers resting in her hair. She was the only light, the only pure thing in this area. He, certainly, was not pure. He had done too many things. This included.
This does not count,
travelersthis silvertongued landtravelers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is fit for strange adventures
so we will roam as the city
sleeps, and the soft
of the camera shutter will lull the crickets
we will leave our trail
in incandescent flashes--
the negatives seared and crackling on
and drag our hearts on
moonshine wisps behind us--
gathering fog and scents and
strains of music
carried in on night-thin air.
the song of a roamerAnd darling, I've been gone for a long, long time. Your eyesthe song of a roamer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are still that steely gunpowder blue, but your hair has grown long,
and there's a softer curve to your waist
and freckles on your shoulder I don't remember,
and I think,
What have I missed?
You tell me about the weddings
the divorces. You tell me
about the babies
and the losses, and how last year
your dog died--easy, in his sleep--
and there is a hollow lack in you,
a space reserved for things that won't come back.
Long ago, was there a space like that
When did it collapse--when did it
fold in on itself
under the weight of things that matter more?
I tell you about Cambodia. I paint
the jungles for you, breathe the crushing wet heat
of it into your lungs. I tell you
about the kids in Africa
and how the heat is different there--
belligerent and fierce.
I tell you how much you would have liked Barbados,
and how much you would have hated Rome.
And I remember all the things I
can't tell you--all the things I don't hav
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
Wind RosesAlabaster was a city of the stars. A brass telescope on every balcony, every rooftop, constantly pointed to the sky. The city slept easy during the day, but breathed new life at night and the smell of chocolatl and spice wafted from several of the vendors.Wind Roses3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the middle of the city, a compass rose was laid into the plaza, a magnificent marble thing with thirty-two points. The cardinal directions were lain in gold-flecked black marble and the ordinals in a solid, creamy white. The rest alternated between a dark emerald green and a soft red with veins of rust. The people lived their lives in accordance with the whims of the directions and stars.
I have come to the conclusion that this preoccupation with directions springs from the city's history as a mapmaking town; in centuries past Alabaster was the finest purveyor of maps, atlases, and globes. Even today beautifully designed pieces of parchment are showcased under glass, accurate to the tiniest cove. A great printing press still exist
Hades and Persephone (Part 3)Hades and Persephone (Part 3)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
SHE WOKE, BUT COULD NOT TELL IF IT WAS DAY OR NIGHT. It was too dark to decide.
The girl immediately closed her eyes, pulling her limbs in closer to her, wrapping herself in a ball. She was lost. No, she had been taken. And brought to the worst place imaginable.
She squeezed her eyes tighter, hoping that when she'd open them again, she'd once more be in her meadow, her soft, green, warm meadow filled with flowers.
She didn't need to open her eyes to know she was still far from home.
She began to shiver, and pulled the blankets tighter around her.
Slowly, she opened her eyes. She was in a bedroom, lying in a bed. Her heart began to pound frantically in against her rib cage. She knew where she was, but why was she here?
"Are you cold?" asked a deep voice. The girl flinched, gasping, and spoke to the darkness.
"Who… who's there?"
One Way TicketI have always known that I will die on a train.One Way Ticket3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I used to wait for Death at the railroad tracks. Some days I would kick off my shoes and balance on the rails. Other days I would lie on the tracks and count the stars. He never came for me, but it's okay I understand.
I saw him once through the window of a passenger train, scythe leaning against the glass. He was reading the newspaper. He glanced up long enough to see me waving and offered a nod in return. I watched him go as long as I could, until the last car was a dot on the sun, and I finally turned away to find summer was now autumn and my shoes were full of dust.
I crunched my toes in the gravel and sat down on the cold railing to wait for his train to return.
(Pern) Big List O' Candidate Lesson TopicsExercises(Pern) Big List O' Candidate Lesson Topics3 years ago in Settings More Like This
1. Candidate mentoring, light- pair candidates with weyrlings, candidate sees how to take care of a young dragonet.
2. candidate mentoring, heavy- pair candidates with weyrlings for a week, candidate shadows weyrling.
3. Mock-hatching: practice what to do. AWLM gives situations to specific candidates and they respond, or some other method of doing mock hatching.
4. Sewing lessons for candidate robes.
5. Candidate robe worktime.
6. Dragon bathing: bathe adults!
7. Dragon oiling: oil adults!
8. Question period: AWLM's, Dragonriders and/or weyrlings. Bring non-AWLM's in, possibly. Have candidates ask whatever questions that come to mind for dragons and dragonets.
9: Meet the dragons: similar to above, but involving non-AWLM dragons, telling life stories.
10. fitting for robes
11. Getting comfortable with dragons: climbing all over
12. Getting comfortable with dragons: flights on the backs of adults. Fears will be addressed.
13. Dragonrider mentoring- pair candidate with dragonri
Sparrow's HeartSparrow's Heart9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In twilight, as sun sets on my last year,
A message draws my gaze toward the west:
A girl in black proffers to me a test,
A sweet confession whispered in my ear.
A sparrow's heart is beating in my breast:
To think that love from friendship's seed had grown!
A hand to hold, an eye to catch my own,
Tranquility upon a sea of rest.
The heartbeat pacing in its cage of bone
As if to burst forth to its calling twin
Itself calls out, invites a lover in:
Why let her spend another day alone?
But if her mouth should meet mine in a kiss,
Those hearts might burst, o'erfull with newfound bliss.
(Pern) Big List O' Weyrling Lesson TopicsExercises(Pern) Big List O' Weyrling Lesson Topics3 years ago in Settings More Like This
1. Break into sub-wings and practice as subwings?
2. break into groups based on who is LIKELY to go into what wing (* wings determined upon graduation based on skill proved through weyrlinghood, so these may not be final groups-- but what's likely, given dragonet build and rider personality?)
3. Dragons leading blindfolded humans, either their own or their riders. (Speaking to other humans not required, so as to not step on individual canons, but allowed).
4. Identify health ailments in dragons that are not their own
5. Firestone flaming target practice
6. Flamethrower use and target practice
7. Blindfolded flying: when 'lings can fly. Blindfold dragon and have the riders give htem directions and eventually land, to simulate blind threadfall.
8. Blow the leaves away- pre-flying. Since we're subtropical, use pulled leaves or sand. Pile sand or leaves, and have dragonets flap their wings to blow them down.
9. Weather flight training- various points through flight training. Pick
Hades and PersephoneThe Dark Divine Chapter 2Hades and Persephone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why did you have to invite him Kore?" Demeter sighed exasperated. It was a well known fact that Hades and Demeter hated each other with a burning passion, so when Hermes returned with his R.S.V.P. Demeter was, to say the least, less than thrilled. Being natural born enemies, the Goddess of agriculture and the Lord of the Dead, they were bound to disagree at some point, but they took arguments to a whole new level. The last fight ended in ten fields of destroyed crops and a very creative use for sunflower seeds; in other words: they aren't speaking.
Persephone set her basket of flowers on a nearby rock and turned to face her pouting mother. "You said that I could invite anyone that I wanted, Mother. I didn't realize that 'anyone' had limitations." She replied. "And my name is Persephone." She added mentally.
"Don't be fresh. You know very well when I say 'anyone' that it does not include him."
"But I've never ev
Sobriety's RiseSobriety's Rise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I exiled you from my veins
You will never affect me again
Take with you the very worst of me
I will no longer be a part of thee!
Too long have my eyes been closed
So many years have passed in vain
I couldn't let the road ahead get any worse
I'm no longer a victim of your taint
I dwell no more- in those old woes
Though I regret the pain I allowed myself to sustain
Mirrors don't snare / Family doesn't glare
This hope I bear / I've made it here
Cleansed my spirit away / Allowed scars to fade
Embraced the change / Unlocked the cage
My dreams no longer weep
The nightmares refuse to reimmerse
I can move forward if I really believe
I was able to get passed the hurt
'cause I forgave myself for being weak
I am not drowning myself anymore!
Deemed my recovered soul worthy
I accepted the gift of clarity
Today- I am alive
Watch me rise!
Hades and PersephoneThe Dark DivineHades and Persephone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They both stood there uncomfortably, not sure how to begin. The tension was thick, and rightfully so. Hades had managed to ruin her birthday party and insult her in less than five minutes, and she had disrespected him in front of the people who already thought less than highly of him. The first one to speak was Persephone, mainly because she wanted nothing more for him to be out of her sight, so she could find the kids.
"So, have you come to apologize?" She asked in her most indignant tone, folding her arms across her chest while doing so. Within the moment that her word passed her lips and converted into sound any sympathy or compassion Hades had conjured up had disintegrated and was instantly replaced with pure irritation. This girl was truly something. Even after recognizing the fact that he had the power to fling her off this mountain with very little effort on his part, she was still making demands.
"Apologize?" Hades asked raising his eyebrows, "And why
Naiad SisterJoin us now, oh daughter fairNaiad Sister4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With pale skin and winter-hair.
Leave the dead-dry land of feet
And come where the water is cool and deep.
We are grasses to your lily-flower
Forever dancing in shady bowers.
Oh, please join us, water-maid!
Exchange a tail for those shaky legs.
Mortals live for but a day
While we have centuries to have our say.
Join us, sweet sister, in the cool of the deep
Where tendrils and serpents in darkness sleep.
Forsake that lover who toils in dirt
His heart will heal and you'll never be hurt.
For should he travel to the pool so sweet
With waters and currents curious and deep
Let you entice him further on down
He's yours forever if you make him drown.
So join us, oh join us, and be not alone!
There is no anguish in the heart of a stone.
Be smooth and lovely as the water-smoothed rocks
And always be steadfast during life's shocks.
Be with us forever, oh sister so fair
With watery skin and wintery hair.
Five Times Thorin Forgot to Be Majestic...1. HiccupsFive Times Thorin Forgot to Be Majestic...2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bilbo tugged his coat more tightly about his small frame and shivered, more from nerves than the chill.
It was a mere week into the journey – they had not even reached the furthermost borders of the Shire yet – and already he was beginning to feel a twinge of doubt about this quest.
The dwarves were pleasant enough. Fili and Kili’s relentless curiosity had subsided into boisterous, youthful over-familiarity. Ori had shyly made several attempts at conversation, as had Balin and Bombur. Bofur chatted freely to him as if he had known him forever, unthinkingly sharing his supplies of tobacco with the Hobbit as soon as Bilbo confessed he had forgotten his. Oin, Gloin, Dwalin and Nori more or less ignored him and Bifur contented himself by making happy mumbling noises and waving whenever he saw the hobbit.
The only one that made him uncomfortable was Thorin.
Bilbo cast an uneasy eye across the fire towards the leader of their company. The dwarf prince was sat idl
Paranoia 'There's no kindness in your eyes,Paranoia2 years 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
The Graveyard Gift ShopThe Graveyard Gift ShopThe Graveyard Gift Shop2 years 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
MervielleLondon, March 1898Mervielle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The resurfaced night irradiates from unusual and familiar attributions; clashing black and white at every curve below the starry skies. Countless composed and collected, red-recognized messieurs and madams stroll through the grassy realm. A family, or clan sort-to-speak, of rêveurs surround you, confounded with allure and heartfelt fascination of Le Cirque des Rêves.
At the end of the Illusionist's performance, you are the last to cease applause. It's easy to indicate her focus was distracted but nonetheless, she carried a spectacular performance with every wavering gesture and mystifying trickery. You stare around at the other patrons and observe the enchantment she's placed on them.
Has time flied so quickly, you ask yourself. Could the night be passing so fast? The dreamlike clock tower of moonlit shades is still juggling silver balls from the hands of a mechanical harlequin. One hour past midnight, you step towards the candy vender. He's seen your face
ConversationAnd I've been telling you, you know, how heavy the sun feels and how it makes my muscles jump like a bird's wings as it flutters gently down on a windowsill. I still have those glass bottles on my mantle where the morning light hits themstill there, full of colored water and seashells. And maybe I'll tell you how they light up the ceiling in blue and green and pale yellow just like they always have, like nothing ever changed.Conversation3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I smell you on the sea air, sometimes, when it rushes in past the thin white curtains you helped me hang. They still bounce with every gust like exuberant dogs. And I've been telling you how the salt has most assuredly worked its way into my marrow now, and maybe if someone were to put me in a pie they'd find it too brackish for their taste. And then I wonder just how much you taste like the sea.
The ocean beats my heart for me nowadays. Even inside, even at night, I can feel each breaker rumbling through my sternum and radiating along my ribs. And I've been
the beauty's in the leavingRead aloud here.the beauty's in the leaving2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sweetheart, let's head out. let's
drink up the desert asphalt and that last bottle
of johnny walker blue--
one last toast to the copper sunsets,
to the good earth. a pair of
tailgate stargazers, you and i:
roaming curves across the glove compartment map, until
every foldline is worn flannel-soft
and it'd rather stay open
let's forget route sixty-six. let's forget
and pick up terra cotta dust--
breathe in the mojave. let's pretend
that the world's already ended
and it's just us.
let's leave the door unlocked