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.
1: Crossing the Line1: Crossing the Line5 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
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
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: Hellfire5 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
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
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
1: an introduction of sortsThe thing was that my mother continued to insist that the ceilings in our house were low, thereby ignoring the obvious, which was that her son was a giraffe. It wasn't the fact that she was trying to kill me with kindness that bothered me, it was that she was pretending to not see what was right in front of her eyes. In fact, my entire family (which consisted of my parents and the stray cousin or aunt that sometimes dropped in unexpectedly from obscure places such as Majorca) had a way of glossing over the fact that I towered above them like an obscenely tall office building. They'd crane their necks back and squint up at me and say, "Why, Tate, you haven't grown a bit!" It drove me mad to the point of making me irritable, which is saying quite a lot. Usually when something upsets me, I'll hide in my room and quietly let it stew for a while before reemerging downstairs as if nothing had happened. But when a relation looked me in the eye and smiled as if they were mentally cutting me in1: an introduction of sorts3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three"I have to kiss her?!" An eleven-year-old Prosper exclaimed, staring at his best friend Owen. They were crouched behind the large slide in the playground, the bright red plastic affording them enough cover to constitute their very own hide out. Or so they figured, after chasing away a couple of girls who had been playing there previously.Three5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yep." Owen replied, his blue eyes serious as he spoke.
"Bu- c'mon, I mean, why would I-," Prosper couldn't seem to get the words out, but it was bad enough that they were even discussing kissing a girl in the first place.
"Chicken!" Owen accused, a grin lighting up his face, "You took the dare, so you gotta do it! You can't back out without being a right wuss!"
"I'll do somethin' else." Prosper said, desperately trying to dig himself out of the rather large hole he had fallen in.
"Nope, that's your dare," Owen said, "If you wanna be leader of this group with me you gotta go through with it, and show you're not a wimp."
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
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."
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 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.
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 6It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 63 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
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?
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
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
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
Fight or flight?I am the source of wisdom. I gladly share my wisdom to help you choose your battles.Fight or flight?4 years ago in Letters More Like This
There are times to confront, times to ignore, and times to flee. My servant Joseph fled to resist Potiphar's wife. My servant David, after sensing the hearts of his people turing against him, chose to flee from his son, Absalom, rather than to do battle with him.
Sometimes the wisest thing to do is flee the situation. But don't ever leave behind! When others sin against you, don't retaliate-run right into my arms; I am the Prince of Peace. When you are pursued by fear. head straight for me-your refuge and strength; I will protect you.
As you seek the shelter of my wisdom, you will know when it is time to join with me and fight-and when it is time to leave the battle entirely in my hands. Let me show you what is best.
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
looking for an online loveri have ginger hands,looking for an online lover3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wish my pores
were mestiza freckles.
no, no, no, they're not.
they are just pores:
i'm going for the truth here,
close up images
of my current age - 39.
by the way,
what do i look for
in a man?
i have no format or template.
but would you leave me in peace
so i can write poetry,
bake, talk to flowers...
and at night, would you
seduce me? i would very much
like you to.
© june 2, 2012
In Confinement of the Monster, LokiDid you ever hear of the monster Loki?In Confinement of the Monster, Loki3 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
7: seeingThe better part of a month passed quietly and without incident. Emily and I had settled into a simple routine of loitering in various places--sometimes bookshops, sometimes on street corners, sometimes in one another's houses--until we were asked to move or thrown out. It was simple and pleasant, and I found myself almost beginning to relax. Anxiety still pierced me, however, in paralyzing doses, usually when it was time for us to return to our respective houses. Though I still feared her leaving and never coming back, I wouldn't have traded it for anything. My existence was, for the first time in a while, more than bearable. I hesitated to say I was happy, really happy, because I felt that my state of mind was like a nervous animal, and would only slip away if I tried to capture it and hold it in my hands. It was around this time that a sharp bend appeared in the road I was on and things hurtled away from me at an even faster pace than before.7: seeing3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I noticed it the first time in Foy