nooks and cranniesi like the darknooks and crannies1 year 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 Rain3 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,
RWBY - Secret SantaSecret SantaRWBY - Secret Santa1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
AKA HOW SKY FAILED TO STEAL CHRISTMAS
AKA The Tale that Lacked Sufficient Yuri
A RWBY Fanfiction
By Michael, Skire, and Kira
Ah, Christmas. Snow tumbles from the sky, people feast in celebration. A time for cheer, goodwill, family, frie-
But will there be food?
Oh, you people are here…
Yes. Presents as well. Lets zoom in on that, shall we?
Ruby Rose skipped down the hall in her pajamas, her destination clear to any who saw her – the large communal Christmas tree that served their little section of the Beacon dorms.
“It’s Christmas time, here at Beacon…“she sang, as she reached the student “Study Hall”/Rec Room that held the tree and all the presents. Or at least that’s what she meant to say, the candy cane in her mouth muffled it a bit.
Rummaging in her stocking for a piece of chocolate, she opened the door to find- nobody.
RWBY- Let GoRWBY- Let Go (A failed test)RWBY- Let Go1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the sun sets, we continue to march. Ruby leads us in silence, massive red ursa skin cloaked over her shoulders. I remember when she first discarded her original cloak for the skin. It was originally black. Alas, that was many years ago, and that cloak reminds me of what was once a paradise every single time I lay eyes on it.
Looking back, I sigh. Blake and Yang march behind me, faces stoic with discontent. I know with all my heart that it is not from such a steep hill that we are currently traversing. Instead, it is from the many griefs and turmoils that we have BEEN traversing for the past seventeen years. Team RWBY cannot go on like this.
I growl at myself as I hang my head, marching behind our fearless leader and my own wife. I have said that to myself a thousand times, and yet I persist. I am Weiss Schnee! I once had access to a vast and wealthy empire of industry! I could have very well chosen to return to the family business and play the pretty pot
A Vampire at Hogwarts Chp. 1A Vampire at Hogwarts Chp. 19 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
1: Crossing the Line1: Crossing the Line4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Camicazi quietly padded up the dense, wooden steps, ascending into the loft of the Haddock household. A steady beat of thuds and clunks knelled from above, holding curious power of attraction to power her advance and a lesser sense of foreboding to repel her.
She reached the top step, and her eyes sought the noise haunting the chief's residence. The source immediately stood out to her, and Camicazi spent a moment studying the young man pacing the floors in mismatched steps. He seemed so...offand it was more than the missing leg or his anger at the village twisting his features. He was at war with his own bodyworn, stretched in every sense of the word, with arms too long and hollowness to his face. The bristles on his chin emerged in an agonizing pacea complaint he shared with her for every visitand he'd already had to adjust his leg twice over the last few months.
There were more changes than he knew how to deal with, and she knew Hiccup hated to be out of h
In Confinement of the Monster, LokiDid you ever hear of the monster Loki?In Confinement of the Monster, Loki2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A seasoned killer, cruel, unkind,
Death toll high, 'fore he was confined,
Sleep easy child, he shall never walk free...
They put me in a cell.
This is my punishment. The price I must pay.
It is not a special cell. There is nothing out of the ordinary, there is nothing here to hurt me, nor to kill me. Just a cell. It binds my Trofrar, and leaves me powerless, but it will not hurt me.
The cell has no door. No lock, nor key. It is woven by magic, and built for me. Only I can enter this cell. And once I do, I can never leave it. Lifetime solitary confinement.
I'm not sure that they have really thought this through. They are giving me exactly what I want- freedom, in oppression. I will be freed from social conventions and expectations. I will be with only my mi
Tootles and Hiccup MomentI rolled over in my light sleep state underneath the threadbare covers of Hiccup's bed. I was freezing for it only being the end of autumn, and dragons can withstand a heavy amount of cold considering we hibernate in the snow.Tootles and Hiccup Moment3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I reached over for Hiccup, to pull myself closer to him and warm up to his chest, but I couldn't grab him. I kept searching in my blind, irritated state to find my source of heat until I reached the other side of the bed and realized I was totally alone. I pulled myself out of bed and wrapped the blanket around myself, hoping that he'd just fell out of bed and was sleeping on the floor, but he wasn't. So I crept around downstairs; No Hiccup. I walked out of the house to the shop thinking he couldn't sleep and was working on some new invention; Still no Hiccup.
Tired, cold and incredibly irritated I walked down to the barns hoping he'd be with Lardige or something. At first I wanted to persuade him to go back to sleep so I could sleep soundly and war
The Third Night~Clint + Natasha~The Third Night3 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is the third night Clint has sat here. Up in the rafters, perched on thin pieces of steel and metal, built above the stage. This is the third night he's brought his bow and set it aside, because what's the point? He won't use it. Not now.
This is the third night he's lied to himself. The third night he's told himself, you're gaining intel, little chunks of information and evidence that will help SHIELD. The third night he's crumpled the piece of paper in his hand, sighed, and tossed it in the trash barrel. He'll be gaining no secret details tonight. Just more of that delicate, overpowering light, that soft, trembling music, and the push and flow of her body.
The first night he was truly intending to take her. He would take some part of her past, something he could use, if he didn't actually take her life. But then he got himself ready, positioned himself in his nest, tested the strings, selected an arrow, and the music turned on.
Clint has never been a classical
HoND: HellfireHe had known well in advance that something was going to go wrong. The moment that filthy blonde soldier and that lumpy Quasimodo had arrived, the air had thickened in anticipation. They were young too young to realize the implications of saving a damsel in distress. Quasimodo was too naïve to know the workings of the Judge's mind, and Phoebus had to work hard to get basic processes through his blonde hair.HoND: Hellfire4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But Clopin had known immediately what was coming. His mind, he regretted to say, worked on a similar level to Frollo's, and he knew that there were no soldiers coming at dawn. They would take the opportunity as it arrived, and the two 'heroes' had led opportunity to the very doorstep of the Court. Oh, his hand had twitched to release the mechanism and let them choke on their own stupidity!
Instead, he slipped away as quickly as he could. He told the people his people to belay Esmeralda's impassioned order. To drop everything and
Questions for CharactersBeyond The Basics in Building CharactersQuestions for Characters5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(Or making your 'house' come alive with interesting tchotchkes)
This isn't going to be the typical character questionnaire that asks what the character's height, religion, job, ect. I like knowing things about characters beyond their likes, their height and weight, parents' names, and such. I like putting them in hypothetical situations and watching them come alive, so to speak. If naming and assigning appearance to a character is laying the foundation and giving them background information is building the house, then think of this questionnaire as filling the place with tchotchkes! Sure, you might not mention Bob's scaly feet in your story, but it's nice to know something about him besides his being five feet three inches tall and bald. Yeah, there are 75 questions. I'm sure there are other things I could have asked, but have fun with the ones I have here.
1. Would your character rob a bank if they knew they could get away with it?
The Man of My Dreams, And Everyone Else'sThe Man of My Dreams, And Everyone Else's3 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."
Inheritace: A Moment in EternityInheritace: A Moment in Eternity3 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
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 Weyr4 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
Listen To The WindListen to the wind, my childListen To The Wind2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a soul has crossed the river.
Careless running free and wild.
The silence makes you shiver.
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 2It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 23 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
Sherlock Holmes: The Alder King MysteryIT has been my esteemed pleasure to have recorded some of the most singular cases ever investigated by one of Europe's greatest minds, my good friend Sherlock Holmes. That said however I would like to draw my reader's attention to a little known, or little attributed fact of life: I have recorded as many of the tales of Sherlock Holmes as I was able in the span of my life, but many of those tales still go unrecorded either due to pressures from governments who require anonymity on these delicate affairs, lack of interest in the case which may simply mean that the case was in no way an admirable expose of my remarkable friend's deductive skills, or even from reluctance from Holmes himself. He has never been too much of a fan of my chronicling, condemning it more than once as superficial and sensationalist.Sherlock Holmes: The Alder King Mystery3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nonetheless, I find it impossible now to halt the altogether wholesome process of putting to script most of the mysteries that I have had the pleasure of accompanying him with. It has
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 3It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 33 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
Speak Of The DevilSpeak of the devilSpeak Of The Devil2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and he will appear
in a semblance of fire
and an image of flame.
Speak of the devil
and he will hear
bringing darkness and fire,
calling your name.
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 4It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 43 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."
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 5It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 53 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.