nooks and cranniesi like the darknooks and crannies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spaces between your ribs.
i can nest within the
catacombs of your mind
burrowing deep into
like a memory left
i’ll find nooks and crannies
you never knew
you had and i’ll
fill them full with
they’ll be my
(x will always
mark the spot.)
i like the dark
spaces between your ribs;
their shadows caress me to
sleep while images of
dance in my eyes.
Send Me the Raintoday, they're all talking about the fires.Send Me the Rain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the people on TV, the voices on the radio,
the mouths that open and whisper
and softly touch tongues. even the sky is
revealing black plumes of smoke,
flaunting shameless and seductive curves.
the rain's been too dry and the lightning
isn't wet enough, panic is
rising out of control in this
burning city. that's
we have a crisis on
our hands- the balloons are
running out of air and even
the experts don't really know why,
and on top of those sinking rubber toys
my soul is losing moisture
faster than the crackling grass under the duress of flame.
i'm starting to see the subtle luscious contours
i might not exactly be news-worthy
but if i catch, then
the forest might too.
i'm considered a reasonable loss, however.
they heard it might storm tomorrow. and everybody knows
that means they'll be safe-
because they all talk about it.
it almost stormed-
the sky spat and then
thought better of it,
Logical ArgumentsOkay, because I believe this is very important, I'm going to be writing about logic.Logical Arguments4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
More specifically, Logic and Christianity.
No, they are not incompatible.
I just finished (or at least I believe I finished)
talkingarguing with someone on the topic. In the middle of the topic, I learned some tactics of Apologists, people who argue on the behalf of Christianity. I'll be sharing some of that too.
I think the best way to describe the proper place of logic is to define it.
Logic is a process of thought. It is using reason to come to a conclusion in a non-random fashion. Logic is reasonable (able to reason).
Now, God, with all his power and might can't do some things.
Before you shout "Blasphemy" and try and burn me at the stake, wait a moment and let me name them.
God cannot lie. (Hebrews 6:18 NLT; "So God has given both his promise and his oath. These two things are unchangeable because it is impossible for God to lie...")
God cannot sin (1 John 1:5 NLT; "God is
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 3It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom walked out of the theater along with his agent. It was late and the crowd of screaming fan girls were long gone. He walked to the street where a car awaited him when he saw something shining in the gutter. He bent down to get a closer look and saw that it was a locket. He picked it up and examined it. It was beautiful yet simple. It was heart shaped with a moon etched into the top along with pattern. He opened it up to reveal a picture. It was over a woman and a man, they were smiling and in between them was little girl. He noticed the little girl looked a lot like Abby and he remembered her wearing this. He stood and showed it to his agent, "See if you can find that girl I met today. Even just her phone number would do. I believe this is her's." His agent looked at him, "You mean the one who's hand you kissed?" he said.
"Well, yes. I know that was different but..." he managed to say before his agent interrupted him, "It's okay. It's your life...I'm just your agent." He took the ne
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 10It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 103 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom sat anxiously outside the emergency room. The doctors had treated his arm and told him to rest, but he was too worried about Abby. He had left his room and came here to see what the news was. When he had arrived, her situation was critical. That was an hour ago.
Finally the surgeon came out, looking tired and exhausted.
"Is she...?" he couldn't bring himself to say dead.
"No, no. It was touch and go for awhile there, but she's going to make it." the surgeon said reassuringly.
He breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness. May I see her?" he asked.
"Well, right now we're moving her to her a room. Once we get her up there you can, but only for a few minutes." the surgeon told him.
They had him wait outside her room, while they got her situated. After a few minutes he was allowed in. She looked as white as snow, only a shade darker than the sheets she lay on. Several wires were attached to her along with an IV. She smiled weakly when she saw him. He went to her side and t
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 2It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom finished signing another autograph and looked back to see if he could see her again. She was gone, but then he saw her leaving the crowd. She was beautiful, with soft chocolate eyes and mocha colored hair. He wasn't quite sure what came over him when he saw her. He wanted to meet her, but now he thought he might have embarrassed her. He wanted to see her again and apolagize, but he couldn't leave. He probably wouldn't ever see her again. He turned back and continued into the theater.
Abby collapsed onto her couch and breathed a sigh of relief. She managed to get back to her apartment before getting mobbed by angry fan girls. Her cat Mittens jumped into her lap. She stroked her head, "I've had quite a day." she said to her cat. She just looked at her and meowed.
"All right I'll feed you."
She got up and went into her small kitchen. Then slopped some cat food into a bowl and set it on the ground. She then went into the bathroom to change. Looking into the mirror she gasped. She r
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 11- EndingIt's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 11- Ending3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Abby sat on her hospital bed with Tom, waiting for the nurse to come. She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.
"Don't worry. We'll get to the court house safely." Tom assured her.
She just smiled at him and then rested her head on his shoulder. A few minutes later two male nurses came in, one rolling a wheelchair.
"Alright, come on." said the nurse rolling the wheelchair. "Time to go."
The other nurse helped her into the chair. Tom still held her hand and walked beside her as the nurse pushed the chair to the elevator. They continued out of the hospital and to a black car waiting outside. The other nurse opened the door and then help her inside the car. Tom climbed in after her. There was a man already sitting in the back seat. She assumed he was one of the officers.
Once they were in the car sped away from the hospital, throwing them back against the seat.
"Hey!" Tom exclaimed.
The man in the backseat pulled out a gun and pointed it at them.
"Shut up!" the man ordered them.
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 6It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 64 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Abby stood in front of her bathroom mirror, judging her appearance. She had decided to wear something simple, since it was only her first dinner with Tom. She was wearing a simple red blouse with black dress pants. She didn't want to wear a dress or skirt for afraid of seeming to fancy. She walked out into the living room and was about to feed her cat when the doorbell rang.
"Just a second." she called. She quickly dumped some cat food into the dish and set it on the group. Then as quickly as she could answered the door. Tom stood in the doorway looking sharp as usual. He was wearing a blue button up shirt, no tie, and a dark suit jacket and pants.
"Hi." she said.
"Hello. You look very nice tonight." he said.
"Thank you. You do too." she said.
"Thank you. Are you ready to go?" he asked her.
"Yes. Oh, I just need to grab my purse." she said as she turned back to the living room. She looked around, but didn't see her purse anywhere.
"Hang on, I think it's in my bed room. You're welcome t
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 4It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom could hardly believe it was her. He had watched her walk up on the stage, stunned with surprise. Despite his surprise he did recover enough to listen to her perform. She was good. She had Jane Eyre's qualities, quiet yet thoughtful, straight forward. She would get the role for sure and he would be able to meet her.
He sat through the rest of the performances, trying his best to pay attention, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. After all the auditions were done Professor Emberson turned to him, "I think that one girl did a very good job. Uh, Abby Collins I believe." He looked down at his list, "Yes, that's her name."
"Oh, yes. She was quite good." he said. "I think she would fulfill the role well."
"Yes, Yes, of course. But she still has to go through the call backs but she definitely has a chance." Emberson said.
"Excuse me sir?" Patrick said walking up to him, "We should get going."
"Right." he said standing. He turned toward Mr. Emberson and held out his hand, "Thank you."
Larth's WeyrOn the shores of the southern continent of Pern, a dragon lay amongst the warm sands. If anybody had been around, or in fact, able to see him, they would have been horrified at his condition; how a few shreds of charred membrane that was all that remained of the main part of his wings, and the vast amount of unhealed brown hide along his back which bore the unmistakable sign of firestone scarring. Despite this, the injuries were old ones, and caused the dragon no pain at all, not since he had first gone Between all those turns ago.Larth's Weyr5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His name was Larth, and he was one of many dragons who, as Marco, their only human companion put it, were presently "being patient" at a place called Paradise River Stake, although most of the dragons simply called it Paradise - whatever that meant. Larth only knew Marco as "Duluth's rider", and as far as he knew, he was slightly older than he was, as he had been here as far as he could remember - which was not very far.
A shout rang out, and Larth lazily mo
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 5It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 54 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes! We made it!" cried Emma. Abby looked closely at the bulletin board, "Our names are even at the top of the list!" she pointed out. "I can't believe it!"
"See I told you were good." Emma said.
"I see you too made it." Eli said as he walked up to them, "Congrats!"
"Thanks!" they both said and just then the bell rung and everyone started to head to class. "Oh, gotta go! I got that big exam. See ya later!!
They waved goodbye and the turned toward each other.
"So, see ya at auditions?" she asked.
Emma nodded, "Yep. See ya then!"
Emma smiled and then left for her own class. She did the same and left in the opposite direction.
During English she found she could hardly focus. Her mind kept drifting off to the auditions and Tom. She couldn't stop thinking about him. Honestly she hadn't stopped thinking about him since he came up to her at the theater. Suddenly her professor's voice interrupted her thoughts, "Ms. Collins!" She looked up and saw everyone staring at her, "Yes?" she said.
The Man of My Dreams, And Everyone Else'sThe Man of My Dreams, And Everyone Else's4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Abby stood in the crowd of screaming fan girls. She would be screaming herself but she was so excited about seeing him, she could hardly breathe. The screams got even louder which meant he was coming. She pushed her way to the front of the crowd to get a better view. And there he was, Tom Hiddleston. He smiled and waved to the screaming girls as he passed. Only stopping to sign a few autographs. He had just finished signing one girl's, who looked like she was about to faint, when he turned and caught her gaze. He just looked at her for what felt like an eternity. She felt her heart stop beating in those few seconds. Then he gave her that winning actor smile and walked up to her. The other girls seemed to notice he reaction to her and started whispering to themselves. She felt her face flush red. He gestured for her notebook she held in her hands. She handed it to him while still staring into those sky colored eyes.
"May I ask your name?" he said to her.
"Oh, uh...I'm Abby, yeah Abby."
Solace - Loki x SigynSolaceSolace - Loki x Sigyn4 years ago in Romance More Like This
A crystal chandelier illuminated the chamber, a tone tinged with orange, like a sunset, which paired with the sadness of the poor young man who was hiding there like a beggar seeking refuge from the cruel coldness.
Loki lay stretched on his bed. White sheets were flooded with the tears that sprang from his eyes.
That confession that his... "father" had told him had hurt him more than any other blow or thrust caused into a battle. This had to be a nightmare, a bad dream! His blood was not like his brother's, like his parents. Their blood was healthy, clean and especially pure. His, instead, was contaminated, it was from a cold, heartless enemy. An abomination. He was just a lost cad. That explained the favor Odin gave to his brother!
- Damn it! - he screamed through clenching his teeth, looking at the balcony of the palace of Asgard.
He opened the door and walked with grace and precision of a god, his dark hair brushed gently, emeralds in his eyes and serious look on his face gle
Olympian Obstacles .oo1Cold sweat, hard wind, frosty ice...Olympian Obstacles .oo16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pounding chests never felt so exhilarating, picks dug into frozen water never felt so fast, being happy never felt so...so indescribable.
Every year, it was like this. Your own best friends deciding to take the time out of their rigorous schedule just to spend a day with you. Even though they were exposed numerous times on television, you knew all too well it was for the publicity.
...John Robert Celski's winning smile...
...Apolo Anton Ohno's endless optimism...
There was only one person who knew why he smiled, why he was never down, why they beat themselves up everyday to train.
"Twelve seconds, _____!" JR cheered. He smacked your hand as you zoomed past him on the ice rink. A quizzical eyebrow was raised to Apolo, clicking his tongue disapprovingly.
He tossed the stopwatch to you. Celski craned his neck over your shoulder to see nothing surprising. The same digits were found on his watch. Finally, you asked, "So wh
MutantHear me read itMutant3 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;
It was always you, Sigyn...Thor cheerfully danced with Sif in the ballroom. The black hair of the warrior goddess magically floated through the air when she and the golden haired warrior spined around the place. Odin and Frigga looked shocked and happy at that beautiful couple, thinking that perhaps his youngest son would like to waltz for a moment with a beautiful courtesan in the crowd. However, Loki did nothing but to drink some liquid, looking the other way, avoiding all contact with the feast.It was always you, Sigyn...4 years ago in Romance More Like This
- Do you think he is alright? - Frigga asked her husband.
- Do you know how he is - Odin answered, smiling.
Loki sat down, away from young girls who looked to dance with Thor, who was with his cheerful humor. Just for curiosity, he glanced toward the back of the crowd, where the servants were watching everything. He squinted a bit and saw a handful of servants out of the crowd, laughing and talking. Again he looked at them and continued to realize one of them had gone the other way in mysteriously. Loki blinked and pe
Words Inscribed In InkWords inscribed in inkWords Inscribed In Ink3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
than those written in pencil lead
the script inconsequential
when compared to what is said
no gentle smudge of synthetic rubber
could remove such black words
from a soul-stained page,
they attest all secrets written here
until they disappear,
in time the once-white haven
yellows gracefully with age.
I gaze across my desk,
hand hesitantly hovering above the implements
of undetermined change,
a silent messenger,
Gently now, I grip the pen
reaching a decision then,
and only then
the pencil better suited for another fight
I have chosen my weapon for tonight.
Nib against eternity
my thoughts unfurl:
"Words inscribed in ink
than those written in pencil lead..."
Episode... Chapter OneEpisode... Chapter One12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Episode Nine and Three Quarters
CHAPTER ONE – EVERYONE BLAMES JONOUCHI
Yugi Mutou lived in an average city, and was enjoying an average summer before going back to his average high school for his average sophomore year. That was about as average as Yugi's life got, however. While other people simply dressed in the morning, not giving a second thought to the cloths and baubles they put on, Yugi was preoccupied with a certain puzzle hanging from a certain chain and wondering what certain kind of dangers it would bring him that day.
Actually, he never really thought that, his other self that inhabited the Millennium Puzzle did.
Yugi scanned the cloths laid out on his bed, trying to decide what he would wear that day. It was hot, as usual, so he did not want to wear all black like he normally tended to do. He did not want to wear his white and blue shirt either, though, as his best friend, Katsuya Jonouchi, usually wore a
A Vampire at Hogwarts Chp. 1A Vampire at Hogwarts Chp. 110 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Who do you suppose that is?" Harry asked, looking at his two friends that were standing with him inside the Leaky Cauldron.
"I don't know, I've never seen him before. He doesn't even look like a wizard to me." Hermione answered matter-of-factly. "I'd know, I've seen a lot of wizards, and I can tell the difference between a wizard and a muggle but…" She trailed off, her nose scrunching up as she scrutinized the boy who was asking different wizards something.
"But what?" Harry frowned, shifting his weight so his new books wouldn't seem so heavy.
"He doesn't look like a muggle either…"
"Then what is he?"
"A bloody fool, just look at what he's wearing." Ron quickly pointed out. "He looks like a bloody pirate" The boy did look a bit strange in his clothing. The black pants were a few inches too short for him and that frilly shirt helped the pirate
Inheritace: A Moment in EternityInheritace: A Moment in Eternity4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eragon sat on his surprisingly comfortable throne while he listened to his fellow riders discuss the events and politics of Alagaësia and the other known lands.
The room was large, tall and dark, illuminated only by coloured fire that circled the room behind the seated riders. Each rider sat in similar, yet smaller seats than Eragon and wore clothing respective of their cultural backgrounds with colours that represented their dragons scattered among their person.
Eragon himself was wearing his usual dark leathers, a green tunic similar to the ones he wore in Ellesmera centuries ago, underneath a mountainous indigo cloak layered with wolf furs and armour that rested on his shoulders.
He watched as his riders told of the peace and conflict throughout the surrounding lands, a sense of pride swelling throughout him as he listened to Rider Kadvar, a Kull, tell of his victory in the south. He had protected the harvest of the southern villages from raiding bandits. Having trained Kadvar
HPMI-Chapter 01HPMI-Chapter 019 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"The things one finds in the sock drawer"
The aging head master of the school of Hogwarts made his way, late, but gracefully, into the conference room at the Ministry of Magic. His deep indigo robes made no sound as took his seat. A man, down at the other end, the head of the table, cleared his throat, and Dumbledore looked at him through his half moon spectacles.
What is it Fudge, I do have important school duties to perform now that the summer months have arrived," his tone was brisk, but monotone.
The Minister cleared his throat. "Yes, Headmaster, I am well aware of that fact, yet this too involves your school."
"Really, are you again tired of the way I am teaching it, and wish to replace the rest of my staff?"
Fudge ran his hand through his thinning hair, nervously. "As I said before Headmaster, I apologize for Umbridge's actions; she had no right."
"Exactly my thinking, that is why I am replacing her. You pulled me away from a very important interview as it, so
Scene 1::UnforgettableScene 1::Unforgettable8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Apolo lay on the blistering cold ice. The chill of the slick, white floor went up his spine and pierced the back of his head. Beads of sweat formed all over his face and chest, and even more perspiration stained part of his black cotton shirt. The shirt that he wore with her to the Wango Tango. . .
Sudeenly the memory of that night came back to him like a stubborn boomerang; he grimaced at the recollection and mentally threw it back into the abyss of his mind and hoped it wouldn't come back. Apolo did this with the many memories involving her, while his body was sprawled on the ice like a star.
His skates lay abandoned by the entrance of the rink. Like his own skates, the speed-demon-on-ice threw his love of the sport aside for a while before suddenly collapsing on the ice and lying there for who knows how long. At first, he came in and flew across the ice for hundreds of laps on end