How to Write a Short Story 'I am the short story writer,' Announced Death, her blue eyes flashing, 'I work only within tragedy and romance, with the crows and the sinners, for they are easier to condemn. Short stories cannot be complicated, though they can be happy. I can unite lovers, and I can separate them. The story of life must be short, sweet, a few careful lines. It must swim with words like nuances, and nacreous, to add flair and a dash of intellectual salt to my inky soup. My characters, my playing pieces, will remain unnamed, so that I run no risk of growing attached and extending their ill-fated tale. Tears must fall in new and original ways. There cannot be any clichés in a short life, for that would be a waste, would it not? Words must be made to dance like music, and sentences have to possess the grace of lyrics, for that is the only way to truly capture a soul.'How to Write a Short Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life frowned, and adjusted his mortarboard of clouds, 'If that is the case, then I must be an author o
pears and nearspears and nears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
monday afternoon and
my lover is studying;
i am wondering if he remembers that time when
we learnt together the geometric shapes -
circled are his lips when
the sun draws himself upon them;
i am jealous.
earth has his own anatomy -
them science people called him "pear";
maybe the fruit was before the planet
or maybe the planet grew out of it,
which makes us pearestrials, but
i wouldn't know;
i don't do science.
i don't even do words -
words are too academic sometimes;
it's propestorous (exclamation mark)
and my fingers are only made to waltz with yours;
i'm sorry when i stumble,
you know my forefinger is high heel sensitive;
there's too many is in the world.
monday's moving towards evening
my lover's still studying
earth is still a pear
there's Pretty Woman on tv
the food is not getting any w
I'm SorryFriends, I'm so sorry for making you stress & cryI'm Sorry3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Enemy, I'm so sorry you think my pain is a lie
Mother, I'm so sorry. My hurt is not your fault
Friends, I'm so sorry for letting you read that book of insults
Father, I'm so sorry I couldn't be a perfect daughter
World, I'm so sorry for not keeping my wrists from slaughter
Fate & Destiny, I'm so sorry for losing my faith in you
It's just that every night, I cry to sleep
No one seeing my tears blue
Sister, I'm so sorry I didn't give you the love you need
Mother, I'm so sorry for letting you think that my wrists bleed
You hear that world?!
I'm sorry you think I'm a lazy, spacey, unkind, ungrateful, intolerant, mean, irate, impatient, moody, emotional, stupid sadist!
I'm sorry there's a date that I call June 26th
I didn't want you to go your own way to fight back & resist!
Anonymous, I never meant to hurt you!
Mom, I never meant to desert you!
And yet, not one day has passed where I've not yet cried
Hello, my friend the scribbleHello, my friend the scribble4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello, my friend the scribble. What do you think I should do today?"
"depends, how are you feeling today my love?"
"Not too good. I feel as if no one's listening to me."
"Then draw it out. Express your feelings through me...I'll always be here for you."
"I know you will scribble, I trust you..."
"If you trust me, you'll listen to me..."
"Then go ahead...talk."
"There are people who listen to you..."
"Your friends, and your family."
"But they never answer back..."
"Because they think differently then you do...but they are listening."
"But then why do I feel as if I'm not heard?"
"That is just a part of life my darling, you are heard though."
"A picture is worth a thousand words..."
"Then draw out your feelings, for all the world to see."
"Why would it matter, no one will pay any attention..."
"They will, just give them time. Be patient."
"Alright, I will. For you."
"But what if no one ever pays any attention?"
"Then draw everyday, let your imagination run free, so th
ClaustrophobiaThe walls are closing inClaustrophobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to eat me
I can't breathe
They close up my throat
So I can't scream
They rip out my stomach
Twisting & turning it
So that I feel sick
They twine their dirty fingers
Into my brain
The world is spinning
They tear at my eyes
Who are they?
They are the walls of this "home"
They know where I live
They follow me
Into other buildings
And small places
I am afraid of them
But of course...
I have no conscious knowledge
Of any this...
Because the room
Has already swallowed me
I lay in its belly
I scream: a piercing silence
Alone in my mind
For a home who won't eat me up
Fallen HillsBroken heart,Fallen Hills4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stand with me,
We'll help each other through
Darkness surrounds me
Frost, Cold As FireFrost, Cold As Fire2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Huge, ornately carved oaken doors burst open with a crash, allowing a bitterly cold wind to swirl in, along with several snowflakes and a skinny teenage boy. Ice-blue eyes glinting with mischief beneath a shaggy mop of white hair, he skids to a stop on the wooden floor, bare feet slipping slightly. He plants the end of his staff firmly on the ground, and spiraling, feathery patterns of frost swirl away from it, matching that on his blue hoodie and slightly torn brown pants.
"North?" He calls into the depths of the workshop. Seconds later, a booming voice tinged with a heavy Russian accent answers him.
"Jack!" A huge man comes into view, dodging out of the way of several yetis carrying various toys. "How are you?" Grabbing the teen in a bone-crushing hug, he lets out a hearty laugh. "You came!" Jack looks rather uncomfortable.
"Um, North, I kind of need to be able to breathe…" Immediately, the bearded ma
Misunderstood SorrowI'm sorry I'mMisunderstood Sorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I
I am so screwed
I'm sorry I
I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I'm
That mattered to you,
Now for sure
Now you wont
All the things
If you don't
If you walk
If you look
Down on me
If I end my
I hope you
UitaUitaUita5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Iubitule uita de mine caci plec, dar sa nu-mi dai drumu in veci
Desi iubesc pe altu nu vreau sa te las, nu sunt cuvinte reci
Chiar de el imi sopteste iubire nesfarsita la ureche, inca doare
Cuvintele astea ce le spun acum as vrea sa fie dulci si nu amare
Hai nu ma lasa te implor, stii ca peretii astia ma sugruma pana mor
Iti doresc fericire nu suspina dupa un "te iubesc" tu esti mai bun
Stiu dragul meu ca te-am distrus dar pretutindeni simt un dor
As vrea sa fii al meu desii il am pe el, as vrea, dar cum ?
Vreau sa ma iubesti pe mine nu pe alta iti vreau sarutul si cuvantul
Caci daca el imi otraveste buzele acum, nu-ti pot uita sarutul
Sunt confuza si ma pierd de mine dar "te iubesc"-ul tau imi face bine
Ma faci sa zambesc cand imi spui ca tot ce ai mai bun se afla in mine
Desii cuvintele imi sunt pacate acum, te rog nu te pierde in scrum
Te rog "Uita-ma" dar nu-mi da drumu stiu ca sufletul ti-e bun
Asa imi spune "ea" mereu dar simt ca sunt nebun .
Empty Souls Empty Souls...Empty Souls3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The night is black
Nothing but broken stars
And empty dreams
To frame its d.a.r.k.n.e.s.s.
The book is
Its pages numb & mute
It is empty
Because what is a book
Without majestic words
To make it feel
W H O L E
The wind is cold
It speaks lies
With an all-deceiving tongue
It dances with the trees
The lonely moon
With its scent
And I am
Unabridged Nostalgia, mark iiUnabridged Nostalgia, mark ii4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had hair brown, skin as white as snow
Still filled with more than enough of a youthful glow
I was a young man, barely thirteen, in a time where children were ignored
A boy not concerned with time, reason, rhyme, or reward
Life seems opaque, after many glances
We come to take, more than chances
Life seems to be, less than easy
Time and time again, it's like running against the grain
I ran across the back cobblestone streets,
by the unpopular old little cafe we used to meet,
I've seen and saw you eying me,
I'd simply asked you if you'd want to hold hands, and our lives spiraled out of control
More than they'd ever been before, I'd met you
Continuing on is important
But the paths we end up taking
sometimes seem aberrant
From our predetermined advance
Life is certainly more than a concrete dance
You and I used to play on the river side,
Unbridled joy knowing, but not for how long, we were free to love
Love each other despite the standards, play away without the obstacles
Growing up can b
miraclemiracle7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you were a classmate
a fan of hip hop
talkin and chillin
reading drama book
wheelin in your powerchair
hangin with courtney
it so hard that your gone
dont know how to move on
wish i was able to say goodbye
without a rollin tear down my eye
you were special just like your name
if this was only just a dream
you could do everything
RIP Miracle god bless
Childish Beliefs"Its gonna be so awesome. Once he shows up, he won't believe how much I made for him!" Carlos said as he began to strut over to the pan of decorated cookies he had layed out on the counter. James stood against the fridge, just laughing at Carlos' little childish beliefs.Childish Beliefs4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And what if he doesn't show up?" James spoke, sipping a juice box. He watched Carlos. It was amusing how quick and jumpy the smaller boy was.
"Oh he'll show up." Carlos answered with confidence, as if he was one hundred percent sure of this whole thing.
"We have a tree, cookies, a cozy little room, and lots of presents. Don't we seem like the giving family? I mean, even thought were not blood related, we still seem like a family right?" Carlos gestured to everything in the room, including James.
"Y-yeah....I guess so...I mean..." James shrugged. He had no words, didn't know what to say, couldn't figure out what to say. I mean what do you say to a 17 year old boy that still believes in Ol' Saint Nick?
Carlos grinned fr
Build God, Then We'll Talk (GermanyXReader) IBuild God, Then We'll Talk (GermanyXReader) I2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were late.
Only by a minute, but the person who was awaiting you was a man of German nationality.
Germans are very punctual people; never late or early. They are always exactly on time, by the millisecond.
And, they regard that everyone else will be exactly on time as well.
Anything else would be just plain old disrespectful.
What made your timing so important was that you needed to show this man lots of respect.
After all, you badly needed something from him and it was highly probable he would not accept.
Without even stopping to see if the lawyer's office in front of you was the right one, you clasped on the door handle and pulled the door open.
There was also no moment to dedicate to observing the nicely adorned waiting room.
No time to imagine how comfy those cushiony appearing chairs were.
Not a second dedicated to seeing what celebrity has done an act that was so outrageous and ridiculous, that all you could was shake your head.
You skipped past it and beelined towards
Jayfeather and CinderheartJayfeather sat in his den, ripping apart Burdock leaves. The den held little and there was almost no sunlight inside the den except the sun flowing in through the tiny holes and cracks in the walls. The bramble entrance to the den rustled as one of the ThunderClan cats pounded in. Jayfeather turned his blind gaze towards the unfamiliar cat and sniffed the air.Jayfeather and Cinderheart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Cinderheart, what's wrong?" he asked in alarm. Cinderheart held up her paw.
"I just got a thorn stuck in there when I was patrolling," she explained quietly. Jayfeather beckoned her over with a wave of his tail and a flick of his ears. Cinderheart hopped over to him and sat on her haunches slowly. Jayfeather heard her make a grunt in her throat.
"Is your leg hurting too?" he asked.
"A little," she mewed quietly.
Jayfeather said, "Sit down." and he picked up a mouthful of Burdock leaves. He put them down at her paws. "Chew these and rub them on your wound after I pull this thing out." he meowed. Cinderheart nodded her head slowly
Hey Delilah - Stalker Remix -Hey There DelilahHey Delilah - Stalker Remix -7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What's it like in New York City?
you've got a restraining order on me
It makes me feel quite shitty,
Yes it do...
No one can do that 'cept for you,
You know it's true.
Hey There Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance,
I have got a long-range camera
And it really makes the difference,
Close your eyes...
Turn on the lights now, look, SURPRISE...
I'm by your side!
*Hoe, it's what you do to me
You hoe, I've got an STD,
Hoe, it's what you do to me
You hoe, I've got an STD,
I've got an STD
Hey There Delilah
I know times are gettin' hard,
I'll beat up all of your new boyfriends,
Smash their heads with this guitar...
We'll have it good...
I'll have you like I knew I would,
My aim is good...
Hey There Delilah
I've got so much left to say!
Why are you looking so damn frightened?
Why are you making haste away?
You'll make me cry...
You'd have me committing suicide,
That's on your life.
A thousand miles seem pretty far,
But I've got spies in planes and cars
I'd follow you i
The Best is Yet to Comeif we grow oldThe Best is Yet to Come2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there will be a sigh
an attention to the change
as your muscles slacken underneath
your faded, favorite shirt
the one that's threadbare, "holy"
in a sense less than divine
I'll have washed it for
the thousandth time
our eyes will crinkle, wrinkle
in ways that start to match
and we'll hold hands and ask:
when did the nerves and veins
begin to let our hands get cold?
-if we grow old
No Morning AfterWell never have a morning after,No Morning After6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just rushed exits and scandalous sex
No waking to a morning moan
No laying beside watching your eyes flutter alive
I watched you come back from an emptiness
But did not come back from death
I remember curling up next to you
As you fall asleep, regretting that I need to leave
You walk me upstairs, eyes barely awake
Once you woke up,
From a minds vacation after sex
It was almost like the morning after
Only it had been 5 minutes
5 minutes I was afraid.
Well never have a morning after
Well never give a good morning kiss
Only a kiss goodbye,
A kiss of death.
hibernation.I have a problem:hibernation.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the doctor says I can't speak;
my heart is on mute
After and BeforeAfter lifeAfter and Before3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After broken hearts
There was nothing
Before death, there was life that you lost
There was nothing
Before a broken heart
There was a pure, and whole heart
And all the while
No one cares anymore.
TrapIt is so much easier to leave;Trap4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than to love.
This is the law we live by.
Songs dripping out of the car radio,
That tonight, I can trust in.
Does knowing help anything?
Wind it all up and watch it go;
But don't panic.
Some Days might start out so slow,
Bewildered in life sweet tangles.
But I still love the way
We live inside out,
And none of it is our fault.
IdentityDrunkenly stumbling, never fully awake.Identity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wash. Rinse. Repeating these old audiotapes.
You build corners out of souvenirs
To stand in after the rain. You
Would like to stay dry, but the roof is
I enjoy B-movies with enemies
While two-faced friends poison my bubbly.
Superstitions are instinct, and you wear
Crosses to keep the vampires away, only
Praying in secret when you fear Hell's