something lacking this way comesshe smells of smoke, tastessomething lacking this way comes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of cheap dreams and cheaper makeup,
sounds like someone who's used
to giving; her eyes are two
glossy sunsets out of a few
trillion that have set before--
when she shuts them, no one
serotonin nebulaeif i could wish on any starserotonin nebulae1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
scattered through the midnight of
your mascara-gilded gaze--
a depthless milky way
with serotonin-starved electrodes
blasting supernovas of
across your nebulae of
my heart would be
to form a phrase
that fate would favor.
i fear that
stars could never tell me
love is the black hole
tearing suns' lights
from the universe.
but i've learned every
between your eyes
letters from the seai.letters from the sea11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes when i wake up
before the sun rises, when i’m all alone
and it feels like i might be the only person in the world
i notice that my face is wet
and i wonder if it’s because
i’ve been swimming with you in my dreams
i remember you
in the summer nights under the corsican stars
and the warmth of your skin in the cold seawater
how the phosphorescence coated our bodies
as we swam together,
the salty tang of the ocean and your fingers up my spine
and us glowing like soft stars in the night
i remember how i wished it could last forever
now i wonder if the tides and my tears
were so different after all
The Salt Witch I.Joshua Graham felt very claustrophobic at the moment. More and more, trade routes were opening up from the south, the large crowd from the Mojave, and farther still, California, making their way hesitantly and curiously east, toward the land of Zion. The savage tribals from Utah, North of the Salt Lake, were also growing bolder, seeking new territory. Zion was still under control of the Dead Horses and Sorrows, but for how long?The Salt Witch I.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had, despite numerous attempts at swaying his mind from Daniel, from the Chieftains of the tribes, made his way back to Salt Lake City. The former Legionary had spent many, many of his days there, perhaps too many, but as a Mormon, and a Utahn by birth, he cherished the spot nearly as much as the land of Zion. There were parts of the vast city that were overrun with tribals; East I-80, mainly, but also areas north of the Mormon Temple. The Salt Lake, however, remained deserted.
The River Of HoneyThe River Of Honey1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did you ever see
The River of Honey?
It's down the Gleaming Woods
Where once the Ancient stood.
It's as Splendorous as Gold.
Oddly though, It comes and goes
I wish it wouldn't, but it always does.
When Fickle December,
summons The Crows
Who chill all Embers,
With their Dark Clouds....
Rain will sweep, The Giants sway.
And December will seize
In just a few days
Every bit of colour with ease...
And carry it far far away.
Did you ever see
The River of Shadows?
It's down the Dark Woods
Where once the Ancient stood.
It's as Black as the Night.
Oddly though, It comes and goes
It comforts me that it always does.
When March so Pale,
summons The Doves
Who bring Hope so frail
With the Twigs they wove...
Skies will clear, The Giants quiver.
And March will return
the Blue Sky which delivers
For what we yearned...
But had been slivered.
Did you ever see
The River of Heaven?
It's down the Bare Woods
Where once the Ancient stood.
It's as Blue as the Ocean.
Oddly though, It comes and goes
Although I d
Graveyard Shift"You know this is weird, right?"Graveyard Shift2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Then go pout somewhere else. You're the one who said you wanted to watch."
"Yeah, I wanna watch! How many people get to witness their own funeral?"
But there was a bitter edge to the exclamation that made the Lorax shake his head. He looked back at the group of figures gathered at the edge of the slowly returning truffla forest with a small sigh. They were a fair distance away but both the Lorax and the Once-Ler were standing just close enough to see that the people were digging into the ground.
From their position on the hill in the distance, the Once-Ler could just make out the small figure of Ted Wiggens in a black suit and Audrey's bright red hair beside him. The Once-Ler felt a little bad about letting them mourn his death, letting them cry over his body when he was standing only a few yards away. But there were other people from Thneedville down there too, strangers, and the Once-Ler had no desire to mingle with folks whose parents had chased him
WiR Fanfiction - A Second Chance (King Candy)Wreck-it-Ralph Fanfiction – A Second Chance (King Candy)WiR Fanfiction - A Second Chance (King Candy)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Contains: Spoilers for WiR, cartoon violence, minor swearing and a load of feels.
“You won’t get away with this, pipsqueak!”
Ralph’s angry voice echoed through the empty castle. Everyone had evacuated the game now that the Cy-bugs were running amok and destroying everything. All alone without anyone to protect him, King Candy was running through the hallways as fast as his legs could carry him.
“Oh drat, I need a place to hide!”
Today had not been a great day for him. Not only did those bugs show up to devour his kingdom, but that glitch Vanellope unmasked him as the no-longer-rightful ruler of Sugar Rush. His secret identity as Turbo had been revealed for everyone to see. Sure, it was in fact Vanellope who was supposed to run everything here. But this plan was working so perfectly, there was no way it could have failed. And now he was running for his life from Ralph, who was he
Castiel and The LeviathanHe couldn't see or speak. A billowing gale seemed to be rushing past him at all angles. It was as if he were standing below a launching rocket flame pouring over him. The world roared and he screamed right along with it unable to hear his voice amongst the turmoil.Castiel and The Leviathan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Then there was silence and his relief was complete. He felt swallowed by it and waited in the hope that this transition would place him in a park with a kite. At worst he knew he would find himself on a rack. When he failed to feel tranquillity or agony him he opened his eyes and there was nothing. He was floating in a vast pool of black water and above him was an endless black sky. Somehow a soft kind of light shone from his own body allowing him to glimpse this abyss.
"Dean" He tried experimentally and heard the eco of his voice "Sam?"
Something brushed past his leg and he eyed the water behind him. A sliver of scales flicked out of slight. He knew then that he had not died. What had felt like being crushed against a wall
If OnlyThe Once-ler led his gray-blue eyes to the window again. To the world that he created.If Only2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Now dark, smoggy, and barren, the Truffula Valley was home to only him.
The young man hoisted himself out of his chair with one faded green glove and stalked to the window, blinking sleepily. His feet crunched over numerous pieces of mint-coloured paper, but the Once-ler ignored them. The money meant nothing- they really were just bits of wasted paper. Just trees cut into neat, dyed rectangles. The billionare paused in front of one partiularily large pile.
"Stupid stuff," he murmed angrily, glaring at the bills. He kicked it purposely as he crept past.
Finally reaching the dingy glass, the Once-ler paused.
Staring back at him was another person. He wore a torn green suit, had unkept black hair, and had dark circles under his silvery-blue eyes. The Once-ler smirked at this character's appearence.
"You look awful," he spat. The reflection mimicked him, as if to agree.
The Once-ler huffed with frustrati
Wreck-it-Ralph Fanfiction - Code FatigueMorning in Sugar Rush. Today was going to be a rather unusual day. In a rare occasion, Litwak had decided to take a day off and keep the arcade closed for a day. This provided everybody with an unexpected (but otherwise still highly appreciated) day off.Wreck-it-Ralph Fanfiction - Code Fatigue1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Taking advantage of that situation was King Candy, who had decided that this morning was a great morning to just stay in bed. It would not come as a surprise to anyone why King Candy preferred to take a long rest, though. It was not long ago when his impostor Turbo was defeated and disappeared out of Sugar Rush. He himself had been locked up in the fungeon all this time and now, after fifteen years, he could finally be king again. Being reinstated as the rightful ruler and being reunited with his beloved daughter Vanellope were two of the most joyous things that happened in a long while.
All of this had made the king tired however. Very tired. His bed seemed like the coziest place in the world right now. He turned over onto his other s
ParaNorman: Burden of the BeastSynopsis:ParaNorman: Burden of the Beast2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ever since saving his hometown from a destructive curse, Norman has been busy working as a paranormal investigator. Now an adult, he has become the father of two children: Cole, his 9 year old son, who shares the same psychic gift as Norman, and Willow, his 15 year old daughter. With no sixth sense of her own, she wished she was more special. This wish may become all too true when a monstruous werewolf terrorizes the town of Blithe Hollow. It's up to Willow and her very own rag-tag team of misfits to save the day.
Chapter 1: Introductions
Norman anxiously paced around the waiting room of the hospital. Now at the age of twenty-eight, he was about to become a father for the first time. Walking from left to right, hands on his back and letting out a sigh now and then. He was the perfect stereotypical image of a new dad. Norman had not changed much in appearance when he became older. Sure, he was a lot taller now, but he was still skinny and his spiky hai
Hungry.I sat expantantly in my chair awaiting for the server to arrive with my dinner. I stroked the wad of bills in my hand as I waited for the lazy waiter. Always so hungry now... It's weird. As soon as I get successful, i can't stop eating. Though I have enough money to hire an entire cooking staff, complete with a an amazing chef who's worked at resturants all over the globe... Just thinking about all the different types of food he must have tasted made my mouth water.Hungry.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"WAITER!"I yelled, bringing my fist down hard on my desk. He had better hurry, if he knew what was good for him.
"C-coming sir!"The waiter rushed into the room carrying the large golden plate with my the first course of my dinner. I loved how the server was me.. But a more innocent me.. The me that was blind, and weak. He set the plate in front of me and turned to walk away.
"Stay."I narrowed my eyes, and pointed to the chair in front of my desk across from me.
ParaNorman One-shot - Children Of The NightNorman slept soundly in his bed, his dreams becoming unusually peaceful as a beautiful voice began to sing in the night. He mumbled a little as he rolled over, the moon's light now shining on his face.ParaNorman One-shot - Children Of The Night2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Come little children,
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
He stirred a little as blue starry wisps floated into his room, dancing around his room gracefully. Norman lifted his head up a little, his eyes fluttering open into small slits. He rubbed his eyes a little after stretching, though he still squinted at the wisps. They came over to him and circled his head, whispering to him calmly before floating over to his window. He got up and went over to the window, watching them fly off into the night. After a moment they slowed to a stop, then came back to his window. They were beckoning him.
Come little children,
The times come to play
Here in my garden of shadow
After a moment Norman went over to his door and snuck downstairs, passing Court
Moonlight Naga"When you're the best of friendsMoonlight Naga5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Analysis of King Candy [SPOILERS WITHIN!]Analysis of King Candy [SPOILERS WITHIN!]2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The last place one would expect to find an example of mental illness in the movies is a Disney movie, much less one about video games. But part of what makes the main antagonist of Disney's newest feature, Wreck-It Ralph, so intimidating is the fact he's shown to be quite clearly not all there throughout the film's run time. He's introduced as a seemingly jovial chap who rules a cutesy racing game called Sugar Rush, in which he regularly competes for the prize of a gold coin that allows him to compete in future races. What seems to be cooky personality tics turns into something far more sinister when his rule is challenged by a young girl known to the Sugar Rush racers as "the Glitch", who he has forbidden to race for fear that the game will reset itself and he will be removed as king.
An official diagnosis is never given in the film; he's simply depicted as a vaudevi
Harry Osborn x Reader - Broken GlassHarry Osborn x Reader - Broken Glass6 months ago in Drama More Like This
[E/C] eyes watched with a poorly hidden sadness as Harry Osborn threw glass after glass down against his kitchen floor. The dark circles under his eyes had come to look like bruises, and she could only guess the sort of pain that went on inside his chest. Inside his mind.
“Harry…” she spoke softly. He didn’t respond. Only reached into his cupboard, grabbed another plate, and slammed it against the tile. It shattered loudly with its shards spraying out around his feet. The woman bit down onto her lip, her stare momentarily falling to the ground before looking back up to him. She stepped towards him, careful to avoid the sharp bits of broken glass. Harry had turned to reach for another dish, but before he had the chance she’d wrapped his body in her thin arms, pressing her face into his back. “Harry, it’s okay,” she whispered kindly. “Everything is going to be okay.”
The young corporate head went rigid in her embrace. “No
Greed-lerCynical and conceited, his greed corrupts himGreed-ler2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turning him into some cold monster, he is grim.
He meant well at first
With benevolent intent,
His confidence got the very best of him.
At first he was friendly, gushy, and happy.
But his good intentions turned into diabolic plots.
It was a solemn tragedy.
Desolate and gloomy,
He now stands alone.
PowerThere once was a boyPower3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With onyx black hair
Who sat in his lurkim
His very own lair
From atop his tall perch
He looked down upon
The valley he came to love
But whose love for him was foregone
The trees grew so tall
And the grass was so bright
And so many strange fish
Who saw humming as a delight
The barbaloots would run
And eat the truffula fruits
And Melvin his mule
Would tear the grass up by the roots
The water of the stream
Ran through so clearly
It made this man's heart
Sing out loud so dearly
All of this was gone now
Finished, trampled, and through
This boy's blue eyes
Flit over the valley he threw askew
His heart was empty now
He kept it that way
Because if he didn't
The sorrow would sweep him away
He locked himself up
Way up in his tower
A constant reminder
Of the consequence of power
The Swomee Swan FluThe Swomee Swan Flu3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It all started the day his mother hadn't said a single word. Though she didn't talk constantly, her nagging could be relied upon at least twice an hour. Ever since she caught that cough, she began saving her voice. Now it seemed she didn't have any left.
His brothers were always rowdy, always loud. Lately, they'd been more subdued, too. One sniffling, the other sneezing, both were bleary-eyed as they went about hauling off tree after tree.
While his aunt and uncle kept mostly inside, doing most of the knitting, Griselda complained about being too hot while Ubb bemoaned being too cold. Then an hour later, he would be sweating while she 'tested' the thneeds by wrapping several around herself. The temperature never changed, though. Even the coolest nights were warm, and even the sunniest days were breezy.
Ultimately, they blamed it on being in the middle of nowhere strange pollen and fur and who-knew-what else. It seemed a little much for just a little dander and flower dust, thoug
8-Bit: Author's Note and Prologue8-Bit: Author's Note and Prologue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Imagine. Though it's a grimace thought, just imagine. What if Vanellope Von Scheetz couldn't save Wreck-it Ralph? That's a horrid picture and not many would want to see nor wonder about it. However, if one were to think about it, the event might as be happen alternatively. I came across this idea months before the film, Wreck-it Ralph, came out on DVD. Clearly, I have a thing for the multiverse theory especially seeing it from my ongoing comic, My Little Pony: Harmony v. Insanity, but this fan fiction doesn't begin after the events of the film, but is meant to be an alternate ending so the story and suspense can continue due to the twist. I don't mean to offend nor attack any WiR fandoms whatsoever being that I, myself, am a fan of the movie and a Fangirl of King Candy. Beware that this fan fiction might serve as a spoiler to those who haven't seen the film. Disclaimer: any resemblances of any fan character in existence established or unestablished are of pure coin
LaF Round Three- Pg. 10LaF Round Three- Pg. 102 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning
Aureus awoke out of a deep sleep and sat up, rubbing his eyes. The sun’s rays were not angled quite so low as they had been the past few mornings when he’d awoken. For once he’d actually spent the night in solid, deep slumber, no dark dreams disturbing his rest. Even considering the nights prior to arriving at the Hotel, when he’d had his own bed at his home, he couldn’t remember the last time this was true. The downside was that it was taking him quite a while to shake off the drowsing effects of slumber. He got dressed in a haze, semi-conscious at best of what he was doing, then stared out the window for a while as he slowly buttoned his vest. His thoughts were sluggish rather than racing as they normally were, but he found this to be of more annoyance than relief. The previous night… he was still surprised nothing catastrophic had occurred. No fights had been organized, and he’d evidently not been poisoned. He would
Capt. Nicholls x Reader One ShotCapt. Nicholls x Reader One Shot1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The troops were still at the camp, waiting for the last of the recruits to arrive. Many women, such as you, had volunteered to come this far to help the men with anything they needed before they were to leave. Many of these women had come to say one last goodbye to their husbands, sons, brothers, fathers, and friends, but a few, like you, had only come to work. You had neither brothers nor a husband, and your father was too old to go off to war again. He stayed at home on the farm with your mother, and you were to return to them in a few days’ time when your work was done.
As you walked through the camp, you glanced around and saw many of the women with their husbands, giving one last kiss and whispering soft promises of love. Were it any other time you would have envied those women for the fact that they had a husband, but on this day you did not. You would not have wanted your husband to go to war with the likelihood that you would never see him again. Better that you h
Do you Remember the Once-ler?Far outside of town where the grass had begun to grow and where the wind no longer smelt sour when it blew lived a man, a man named the Once-ler.Do you Remember the Once-ler?3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Once-ler, now an old man, lay in bed alone with his thoughts. His mind cluttered with the fog of his past. The loss chances and regrets were piled high atop shoulders, like the weight of the world. For you see, it was his fault for the loss of Truffula trees Oh, that Thneed, that Thneed, that something that everyone someone should need, had indeed cost him everything he once held dear. Greed became a part of him, had changed him and had given him a thirst, one that could never be quenched or could never be satisfied. By the time he realized what Greed had done to him, it was too already late. The trees and creatures were gone and left behind was the source of their despair. Although, the he did have a hand in the destruction of those precious Truffula tress and the lifting of the Lorax, he was offered the chan
Daddy, Daddy.Daddy, daddy! Come play with me.Daddy, Daddy.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be the princess filled with glee.
You'll be the king, you'll reign over the sea.
Daddy, daddy, come play with me!
Daddy, daddy! Let's play a game
I'll grow up and like magic, i'll change
Into somebody so odd and so strange
Daddy, Daddy. Let's play a game.
Dad, hey dad! Let's do something fun.
I'll pull the trigger of this heavy gun
After I've given you some time to run
Dad, hey dad, let's have some fun.
Dad, come on now, can't you see?
This knife in your back and this bullet in your knee
It's who I've become, who I've grown to be.
Daddy, come on...
Come play with me.