:Forbidden- Ch 10::Forbidden- Ch 10:3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hesitated a moment before turning and running back into the house. AJ was already trying to push his way between the quarreling brothers.
"Cain!" The blue-haired teen screamed, his fist tightening around the man's shirt. "You need to calm down!"
Cain ignored AJ, pushing him aside to swing his fist toward Talen's face. Cain's sibling dodged it and retaliated with a right hook of his own but instead of his brother, Talen's knuckles struck AJ's face, the dark-eyed boy staggering backwards and lifting his hands to his eye. He whimpered for a moment before shaking off the pain and re-centering himself between the two, turning towards Cain.
"Cain, please stop!"
His hands wrapped around the man's waist as he burrowed his already bruised face into his slightly blood-stained shirt. Cain stilled, staring down at AJ, his eyes widening. Talen stumbled backwards, a wall catching him before he could lose his footing altogether as he lifted his arm, wipin
The Doppelganger 2The book still sings to me, and that's when I pull it from under my bed and stroke the cover. But I never open it, because I know what happens if I do it wrong. It's still blank; but only of ink. I know the secret, you see. It's how I understand the songs, and know the melodies it echoes up to me, through time. There are impressions hidden in the pages- spilled mead and raucous laughter, summer sunshine and frost on dead leaves. The last time I tried feeling them from start to finish, I passed out from the sheer weight of knowledge, and it left my brain scrambled for ages.The Doppelganger 23 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found out things about my past and my family's past. I have Irish on my dad's side of the family, stretching back generations. I'd have said I was surprised when I found out, but that would have been a lie.
People say I've changed since last spring. My face is thinner, my eyes are brighter, I've been "brought out of myself." What they don't know is that I've actually met myself. I've taken to wearing rich, d
ADHDThe teachers drone onADHD7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the students listen
As the teachers walk back and forth, telling his lesson
One little girl that sits up front
Doodles on her note book
When she remembers
Where she is forcing her self she must
to listen to the teachers words
But before long, distracted she is once again.
Looking on the floor, Looking at the map
Looking for the small ile of man
Shiftng in her seat
Moving her feet
She try to find a spot to sit still
To no prevail her mind wonders
As the teacher drones on
Through the room
out the window
through the clouds
Through the trees.
Now she realise where she is
and brings her self back to the room
now the the teacher is looking at her
Looking around she blink everyone's eyes are on her
In trouble she is once more
It's not her fault
she wants to cry out
She cannot keep intrest in such a boring class
To make it worse, she have ADHD
Those two combined are never good
It makes you forget
It makes you hyper
and over all
Your mind wonders all the time
valentine's cookies - no. 6"Sion!"valentine's cookies - no. 64 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nezumi's call rang through their home, muffled by the numerous bookcases and piles of books strewn around that were still left to be picked up. Nezumi was returning from the theater and he was really hoping that Sion had started cooking something since it was getting somewhat late in the evening already. He hadn't heard a response from the other young man so he ventured further into their abode after removing his jacket. The air, though mildly stale, had a sweet smell to it that was unusual.
Stepping into the kitchen area which Sion had, thankfully, cleaned since his arrival in the West Block, Nezumi saw Sion standing over the sink. When he heard the rustle of cloth behind him, Sion jumped and whipped around to face Nezumi.
"Oh, h-hey there," Sion stuttered, with an uncharacteristically guilty look on his face. This just amused Nezumi. It was obvious Sion was hiding whatever was in the sink.
"What are you doing with that?" Nezumi asked, gesturing to the small spool of thread Si
Sanity LostAnd I pulled up the courage, but in the back of my mindSanity Lost5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew that by telling you my mind would be confined.
there wasn't a point, just a needless hate
a lack of emotion, a once open gate
I took a chance, opportunities were lost
I tried to divide myself, with sanity as my cost
I Don't Believe in Valentine's DayRoses are redI Don't Believe in Valentine's Day3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Violets are blue
If I had one wish
That would ever come true
I'd wish for a world
Where people understand
To think before they speak
To stop making brands
To stop gaining pleasure
From others' pain
To be able to see
That there's nothing to gain
From pressing someone
To the point of no return
From causing a lonely person's
Heart to burn
Just stop making fun
And stop causing hate
And start loving someone
Not for how they look
When it comes to people's hearts
You didn't write the book
Whether they're gay or straight
Whether they're jocks or nerds
No matter what weight
Money doesn't matter
And neither does race
Religious or not
Be the first to embrace
Anyone and everyone
No matter how far
No matter your opinion
No matter who they are
Maybe if that happened,
If we all pitched right in,
I might believe in Valentine's day again.
.:Five Years:.Five Years..:Five Years:.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She waited by the phone.
Waited for a call that never came.
Sometimes courageous enough to dial the number.
But not strong enough to let it ring.
She spent wondering why
Wondering how it all happened so fast.
How in the span of a day,
Family turn into strangers.
She's been trying to forget about.
Forget his very existence.
Impossible a task it's proven to be
No matter her persistence.
He was gone. No sign of life.
Yet now he speaks of love and tears.
Please do tell me, Why now after
I Don't Like YouI don't like you,I Don't Like You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just think about you a lot.
I haven't noticed that you've moved,
you're just not in the same spot.
I haven't stopped breathing because you talked to me,
the air in this room has just risen a couple of degrees.
But I don't like you,you've just caught my eye,
and the funny thing is, you don't even try.
Girl of FleshI am not so human as you think,Girl of Flesh2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a girl of flesh with blood to bleed.
Credit me with greater subtlety;
can flesh approach the winter and the night?
touch the stars and breathe their misty chill?
stand before the ire of men?
My flesh is lightning, hot and sharp.
My blood is the thunder.
Cut me and hear my fury roar volcanic.
I am not so human as you think,
built as I am of word and time.
W.E.W.Y Day 1 Why should i?Day 1 Why should I?W.E.W.Y Day 1 Why should i?7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kai was in the middle of the Scramble crossing cursing under his breath. His partner left him without hesitation. His phone beeped signalling hes got a mission. The green haired youth read the message. It said, Reach 104, you have 100mins. Fail and face erasure, The Reapers The youth stood there looking at his phone, still enraged by what his partner did. Then after five minutes a smirk crawled across his face and he said, 104 again, they sure arent creative He put his phone away and ran not to 104 but to Hachiko, Well I need to find a partner first.
He reached Hachiko, the area with the statue of the loyal dog. He looked at it and grunted, Loyalty there is no such thing Then he heard a scream from behind him he turned around and spotted a girl. She had blond hair and green eyes wearing white jeans and a black sleeveless top. She was being attacked by the Noise. He quickly ran towards her, H
If I...If I were to leave this world...If I...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you notice?
Would you care?
Would you look and try to find me?
If I fell.....
Would you let me hit the ground?
Would you catch me?
Would you let me get hurt?
If I cried.....
Would you walk away?
Would you stay?
Would you wipe my tears away?
If I died......
Would you cry?
would you come to my funeral?
Would you care?
Would you notice.....
If I were to leave this world?
Burger QueenShe ate her French fries as if she were high society. She cut each one into small pieces with her plastic fork and knife, then pierced one with her fork and dipped it into her side of ketchup. Then she raised it to her mouth and nibbled it. When she went to take a drink from her small Coke, she did so with her pinky raised and only drank in small sips. She set her drink down gently, as if it were a delicate china cup she was afraid of breaking.Burger Queen3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked around and sighed. The burger joint reeked of humanity. Grease hung in the air like humidity, and there was tension between everyone, as if all the customers were negative magnets repelling each other. No one looked into each other's eyes, not even the cashier's. People said their orders to the menu above the counter. And it was so loud. There were too many noises—children screaming, cash registers clanging, and fries sizzling as they were dipped into vats of boiling oil. My muscles were tense and my hair bristled. Why d
Ottumwa ShamanIn Iowa, weeping willows dream ofOttumwa Shaman5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tigers, born in pagan fog, their
Coat of stripes singing shaman
Songs; shrill symphonies of grief.
Heaven tilts, crashes, and we race
The dirt to get away. We drink the
Earth with bullets of air and grow
Dizzy, light-headed from breathing
Some far off flame. Perhaps a poet
Who braved the fog of Ottumwa, and
Caught fire. Every cowboy has his
Six chances before high noon, before
The fog forms wispy jackals to take
Them home again. Every son inherits
An empty gun, six voids to fill with
Answers, skimmed and guessed from the
Covers of books their fathers used
To read. There is no other way.
In sleeping, I have been to Iowa,
And I learned where wiccans go
To make their bed. I do not know now
If I had dreamed the weeping willow,
Or if it had bent low to dream of me.
In Iowa, there is no such truth, only
Depth, and the shaman's song of grief.
Framed[ I met him at the county fair.Framed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It wasn't like the songs predicted;
I had mud up my shins and he
had grass in his hair. What a mess. ]
[ I kissed him at my grandma's house.
He swallowed me and digested me;
I became a part of his simmering self.
We fused together, and I died. ]
[ I married him in a triangular church,
When I turned up in white he grinned
and whispered "what, no muddy knees?".
I put a leaf from my bouquet in his hair. ]
[ He kissed her at my grandma's house.
She had left it to us when she passed.
In the house where I'd learned about love
he taught me all I know about betrayal. ]
[ He left me at the train station.
I'd helped him with his leather suitcase,
struggling to get a grip of the situation
I gave a habitual kiss goodbye. Awkward. ]
[ He met another girl in group therapy.
They had a mad, passionate affair for a year
then, it expired. Shortly after, she did too.
He came to me, life turning to sand. ]
[ I forgave him at my birthday party
surrounded by friends wh
SpecterW-what are you?Specter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm what's under your bed
lurking inside your closet
I'm the "what" behind you
the creaking of floorboards
I'm the moving shadows
dancing their awful dance
I'm the wind moving
over your shoulder chilling
I'm the ungodly sound
a thud, a scream
I'm the wettness you feel
drip, drip on your shoulder
I'm the faint light
now you see me, now you don't
I'm the hand your grasping
wait, who was that?
I'm the face in the wall
blank eyes staring
I'm the voice that
whispers in your ear
I'm the one who is pushing
you closer to darkness
atonementI want you to know I'm sorry.atonement6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I never thought about how much I have to be sorry for until I was up all night and far too early in the morning from a Thursday to a Friday, and couldn't fall asleep because my heart was hammering and thundering and seizing with a regret sort of panic. I called you across six hundred and eighty three miles and an ocean of guilt and whispered I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry a thousand times into the receiver until I had no voice and you were saying my name through an accent of sleep and telling me I have nothing to be sorry about. But I do.
I'm sorry I didn't write you the most beautiful love song in the world. I'm sorry my fingers can't play the guitar to bring cities to colour and do better by you even though that's what you deserve. I'm sorry I can only play four-string chords and sing too softly for you to hear over the guitar. I have clumsy fingers and bashful vocal chords and an ineloquent tongue but I promise that every beat of this heart is for you,
SwitzerlandxReader Christmas (request)You hummed to yourself as you hung Christmas ornaments on the Christmas tree with lily. You were celebrating Christmas with Lily and Vash this year. You hear a gun shot outside. Then you hear a familiar laugh in the house.SwitzerlandxReader Christmas (request)4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Keseses so this is where Vash is hiding my frau"
You see Gilbert hug lily
"How are you Gilbert?" asks lily happily hugging him back.
"I'm awesome and you?" asks Gilbert.
"I'm good" says lily.
Prussia looks over to you and smiles.
"What is up __________?" he asks
"Nothing, you?" you reply.
"Nothing much" he says
You hear a gun being reloaded behind you.
"Let go of my sister Gilbert!" you hear Vash say.
"I don't wanna" says Gilbert hugging Lily closer to him.
Vash's frown deepened as he raised his gun at Gilbert.
"Brother, there is not shooting in the house. And why can't Gilbert visit me? He is my
boyfriend after all" says Lily.
"He is a bad man lily. I won't let a guy like him destroy your innocence." says Vash.
"A bit late for that brother" says lily.
Life is a work of art.Words- etched into skin,Life is a work of art.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like dipping pens on parchment,
exploiting crimson ink under frail paper,
painting pictures of untold stories;
the symphonies of emotion,
hidden somewhere between heart and soul.
The joys and pains of life can't be compromised to a children's picture book,
but are expressed by the colourful novels within your mind,
each brush stroke laid onto Life's canvas,
like the eternal mark you leave on Earth after death.
You hold the pencil to your future,
the instrument to your dreams.
You are the artist,
and life is your masterpiece.
there was a fire in my heartand you sat there and watched me burn.there was a fire in my heart1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This