Deadbolts Ch. 22Deadbolts Ch. 222 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She hates me.
I know she hates me.
The look she had given him was seared deep into his memory. That look of hurt and confusion and utter betrayal. He would never forget it, and he would never forgive himself for putting it on her face.
He hadn’t meant to be harsh—but he was just so angry. If they had barely escaped with their lives, what did that mean for Lance? It means he’s dead, that’s what. That was the thought that pushed him over the edge and caused him to snap at her. And that resulted in her looking at him like she no longer knew who he was, almost as if she was…scared of him.
Casey spent the truck ride trying to convince himself he didn’t care what she thought because it was all her fault Lance was gone. But every time he tried to be angry with her, he saw that expression on her face. Then his anger melted. He couldn’t do it. Once he had time to cool down and start thinking clearly again, the gu
With love.The pitch of the broken feud can't reach the noise of your broken bones.With love.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Souls Divided - Chapter Six (TFP)Chapter SixSouls Divided - Chapter Six (TFP)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When I woke, the light was dim so I thought it must be late night or early morning. Optimus’s eyes were closed, a relaxed expression on his face. I moved up and down with the motion of his chest, and listened to the sound of air leaving his body. There were two parts of his grill just beneath where I was lying and I could feel the cool air as it hissed gently through. After a few minutes, it began to sound like gentle snoring, and I found this highly amusing. I smiled to myself whilst trying not to laugh. I shifted my weight slightly and this caused Optimus to open his eyes.
‘I’m sorry Optimus, I didn’t mean to wake you.’
‘That’s okay, and you didn’t wake me anyway. I was in a light recharge.’
‘Is that like your version of sleeping?’ Optimus looked thoughtful as he answered my question.
‘Yes. I suppose you could say that. Though I have kept certain sensors on to alert me to movement a
Correct Structure in Love StoriesPrologueCorrect Structure in Love Stories2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sure, I noticed you
the long-haired boy playing video games
in a silent crowd
but I had other problems at the time
problems like getting him to notice me
and what my friends
and my enemies
so our paths didn’t cross for three years
this time, I really saw you
your hair was short and your eyes shone dangerously
but they weren’t shooting stars, more like
meteors crashing toward me
but it wasn’t like you think;
you were lazy and uncaring
(about all the right things)
and I still had some problems
like waking up on a day to day basis
and learning how to respond to puckered lips
so our paths followed each other side by side
but they never met
then, there was the complication
the mistake, my mistake
because I fell in love
with the meteors and the uncare
and the way you looked at life
you looked at it in the face and laughed
and I so wanted to stop crying and start laughing
all he ever made me do was an unsure smile
and maybe I wanted more
Terror in TearsShe was clutching his dark blue hoodie with fervor, as though the only thing keeping her body from bursting open from nerves was the ardor grip she kept on his physical being. She was still horribly distraught, even after the sobs of her brother had quieted down and he came to her room to hold her in his arms, gently caressing her cheeks to rid her of her tears while neglecting his own.Terror in Tears2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She didn’t understand. All she had done was come home fifteen minutes late. Her bus had gotten a late start from the school because one of the boys had decided to chance a suspension for a day of infamy by pulling the fire alarm during the last bell. It wasn’t like she had gone to play hooky or had gotten herself hurt.
So why was her brother gripping his head so hard that his fingertips were bloody when she got home? Why was he weeping and moaning utter gibberish? Why did he insist on continuing his unsettling back and forth rocking, even when she told him what happened and showed him that s
her god reeks of whiskey and stale tobaccoshe speaks in monochromeher god reeks of whiskey and stale tobacco2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stringing together words in every shade of blue
she choked on the sea.
syllables crashed against her teeth
wearing away the enamel
and carving out monuments in honor of all the things
she never meant to say.
tiny birds with oil-slick wings
and salt-stripped throats drowned in her esophagus.
she prays to a god that reeks of whiskey
and stale tobacco;
his eyes are as barren as an arctic tundra
but he loves her
like he loves the lichens growing on his spinal cord.
compared to the vastness of his embrace
her pollution is nothing more
than a prism of color after the rain.
her veins took root when she was still in her mother's womb;
the vague tree branches under her skin remind her of home.
she speaks in monochrome
but the black and blue shades never seem
quite as pretty as when the sirens begin to whisper
the toxic spill leaving her susceptible.
and her tiny birds and tree-branch veins
and monuments and lichen-covered gods
Doctor Who Love PoemSince fezzes are red,Doctor Who Love Poem2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the Tardis is blue,
Would you mind if I traveled through time with you?
The screwdriver is green,
Just as bowties are cool,
But when I'm with you,
I cant help act like a fool,
Daleks may be crazy,
and time wibbly wobbly,
I still get those butterflies,
From the first time you saw me.
I only have one question,
and I cant help but worry.
If I were Amy,
Would you be my Rory?
Dedicated to him. A+T
In ThreesI was armed with half a deck of emotions, two thirds of a heart and eyes of a broken mirror that offered no protection to my soul. I wanted to talk about it often and whenever I needed to, the words would tangle in my mouth, come out as a compliment of a shirt, an idea that had no relevance, a conversation about the weather. I was eighteen. I wanted to be stronger, brilliant, bright like a comet in the sky. Instead, I learnt about how beds could be the most loathed places in the world, bathrooms were meant to be soaked in blood...and men with eyes like knives sometimes used them against people they loved.In Threes3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was armed with shards of strength, a misplaced sense of determination and the kind of bravery that only the damned can have. Words haunt, especially when all you have to your name is a broken little mind, a need for validation and an honest fear of losing someone you love. I was twenty. I wanted to make sure that the world around me realised I existed, I wanted to shine for my sake,
Deadbolts Ch. 4Deadbolts Ch. 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For what felt like an eternity, Casey drifted in and out of consciousness. Sometimes there was nothing, just black, and he was blissfully unaware of his pain. Then sometimes he was awake in a confusing, muddled blur of shifting images and colors and he could hear people talking, but their voices were warbling roars echoing inside his head. Sometimes he could see forms bending over him, could feel gentle hands on his face and wrapping bandages around him. He could feel his body shaking uncontrollably. Then there were those in-between stages where a mix of fragmented dreams and nightmares swirled around through his fevered brain, causing him to toss and turn and cry out. He saw his parents in his dreams. He saw Lance in his nightmares. He saw the Caps and the locker beam in all of them. How many times did he see Lance being locked? Too many. Images of his brother wearing one of those helmets, his eyes blank and unseeing, fighting alongside the Ucretians and enslaving the pop
Settled Dustwhere soldiers sing of calmSettled Dust6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where wars are fought for peace.
where corrupt politicians talk about relief
where enemies are not bitter
where birthdays are celebrated in kill
where twenty one is considered aged
where blood is shed to embalm
where tears are those of joy
where the graveyard is ignored
where the void is unfilled
where the win is bawdy
where the brandy falls heavy
where the language is crude
where the stakes raise high
where children lose their fathers
where wives lose their husbands
where mothers lose their sons
where the heretic smiles sardonically at the cheering crowds
when gods weepyou see darling,when gods weep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sad poems are like the plastic flowers
people still think are pretty, the ones you
can't bring yourself to throw away:
things just seem so much better
when they're not real.
LightXReader KIRA's Revenge 3LightXReader KIRA's Revenge 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
3. If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
It’s been a couple of days since your first kill, and not one ounce of guilt or pity ran through your veins. Criminals did wrong upon the world and deserved to be demolished and ridden from the face of the earth. As taught, you just wrote names no specifics. Light instructed you how to thoroughly hide the death note so no one could find or stumble upon it. You didn't mind killing anymore and simply continued life as you normally would. You, as the 'Next KIRA' exploded across the media and many countries already gave in, America and Japan were not one of those countries.
Another unfortunate battle with the SPK and the Japanese task force were unavoidable, Light knew this. The SPK or Special Provisions for Kira began and had formed a little bit after L's death; L the great detective had fallen. There was no doubt in his mind that Near would once agai
Taught to loveYou can try but you'll never forget me.Taught to love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can smile but you'll never smile as you smiled at me.
You can think of another person, but your heart won't beat
as it beat for me.
You can cry alone in your bed, but you'll never cry as you
cried for me.
You can stroke a face with tenderness but it'll feel
strange because you memorized my features.
You can be in other arms but you'll doubt to lean your
forehead on that chest.
You will kiss other lips for long even, but when you open
your eyes you won't find me.
You'll go to sleep talking to yourself to don't see me in
your dreams but you know it won't work.
Nobody treats you as I did, right?
Nobody tells you the things I told you.
Nobody gives you life as I gave.
Nobody stops to understand you as I did.
But you keep being distant as if you never met me.
You deleted my name from your lips but you can't erase
You say you're fantastic but don't say it looking at me.
I'm not silly, I know you well.
It is not your fault,
MC: YOU THINK YOU LIKE FARREREBecause I like him more. Quite clearly. I cannot believe I filled out this ENTIRE quiz.MC: YOU THINK YOU LIKE FARRERE5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Please, peruse at your peril.
Character Profile Form
Name: Farrere-Baptiste Manech LeAmi (Neumeier)
Nickname: Farrere (Foob and "Farrero mon cher")
Meaning of name: Brother
Origin of name: my underwhelming creativity and French skills.
Age: 19 (at the story's beginning, but he's 20 for the majority of Part One, and then 25 for most of Part Two)
Blood type: B (I totally just made that up then)
Ethnicity: Typically Enuin (i.e. "Mediterranean", tanned skin, high-cheekbones, dark hair although, the navy-coloured hair comes from Cynimpials, not that any members of the great Biloux family (Farrere's ancestors) would ever admit to this)
Species: homo sapien
Political Party: Farrere is an idealist, and while he knows this is unrealistic, he prefers it to b
Bones"There are good days and there are bad days," you would say to me as you would try and explain away why the whiskey bottle was empty again this morning, why you smelled like her and why you thought it was best to let me know what you had done. At least that way, you were absolved of the gift of lying; the one your bones were too light to lift and just couldn't take, by bestowing me with betrayal.Bones3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My mother would bring me an encouraging cup of tea in a giant pink mug instead of a cup and explain, "There are good days and there are bad days." Her eyes were always full of positive energy and strength and good will. I look back to those days and try and gain the strength she had in her bones from her words. I always fail.
They told me I had a disease within my bones. It started from the bottom of my knee and was moving upwards. Because that is what bones did. They broke from the inside out. "There will be good days and bad days," they warned me. I knew at that very point that it was going
Skinny Wordslook:Skinny Words3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).
it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.
he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat of the summer night, nights when she would stay up and listen to cars that passed by, pretending they were a waterfall instead of the cold harsh truth of metal against concrete, just so she could sleep as soundly as him.
she took his breathing for granted.
he spent hours lost in the dry unending silence of his typewriter, of h
Dancing TigressBeautifully fierce - that's what she was.Dancing Tigress2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Skin so golden, yet eyes so black.
Ribbons of mango hung in her hair,
cascading down the arch of her back.
Some called her a vision of fairness,
with jangles of bangles on her wrists.
Others saw her as an exotic prowler,
stealing the night with the sway of her hips.
But when she felt the world around her,
listening to the soul of a beating drum,
she knew her spirit was quite infused,
a girl and a tigress all in one.
EnglandxReader: My Mr. DarcyEnglandxReader: My Mr. Darcy9 months ago in Romance More Like This
He sat down for a few moments, and then getting up, walked about the room. Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word. After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began,
“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
You read the book in rapped attention. Biting your lower lip you turned the page in order to continue reading your book, however just as you did a heavy object fell onto your lap. This caused you to jump with a squeak and drop your book on the floor.
Looking down on your lap you saw it was Arthur.
He had fallen asleep next to you and had slipped from his place.
“Arthur…Arthur…” you whispered gently, rubbing his shoulder. “Artie…Artie, wake up.”
Arthur merely groaned and mumbled something about more time to sleep.
You sighed and then said in a stern voice, “Arthur Kirkla
The Girl in the skyThe Girl in the sky4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
High up in the heavens,
rests a young girl with white wings,
she watches over us,
flocking her elegance across the sky,
her hair flows down to her hips,
like silk catching to the wind,
but in the midst of it all,
she was alone in this world,
tears fell from her angelic eyes,
those tears fell in the form of rain,
washing away our innocence,
washing away our sin,
she goes through endless dreams,
it was the happiest of it's kind,
it was the sadest of it's kind,
it was the brightest,
it was the darkest,
she could not awaken,
and on the final dream,
she would be gone,
no one loved her,
no one knew her,
no one hated her,
no one laughed with her,
waiting for the end,
rests a girl in the sky,
wishing to see the sea.
Guren no Yumiya-fan translationSie sind das Essen und wir sind die Jäger!Guren no Yumiya-fan translation2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I can't recall the names of
Any of these trampled flowers.
All I see around me are these
Birds awaiting newfound windfall.
In this time of grief and crisis,
Prayers won't solve anything.
All that matters here and now
Is the will to fight and conquer.
Oh, ye who cower and scoff at us
For the will
And move on
Past the dead,
Wallow in your cages like the pigs you are
And give us the freedom of starving wolves!
The humiliation of being imprisoned
Gives us the will to arise and strike back!
We hunt down our prey beyond these walls,
And in victory, we cry out!
We are consumed with raging bloodlust,
And as we continue to burn the twilight,
We carry our crimson bows and arrows!
i will rest by the river and bloomi have eaten so many cherries i have lost count,i will rest by the river and bloom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers bundled up with their stems, my teeth aching.
with the fruit flesh still threaded around them, the seeds
look like little organs, little stone hearts:
i eat them all, every one. maybe they will hatch in my stomach
like bitter eggs, and a thousand hundred giant trees will
grow slowly though my bones and my bloodstream, maybe they will
burst up and out through my mouth. i will be a bleeding flowerpot,
a forest floor with shoes, an incubator. i will be the zombie
apocalypse of cherry trees. i will grow my wooden teeth through the roof.
my bad decisions will touch the sky.
Merperson Biology 101: Part 1RespirationMerperson Biology 101: Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Merpeople use a water lung alternatively with air lungs. Basically the individual can chose to shift between the use of a water lung and air lungs. The water lung acts as a vacuum that pulls water through the gills and sits between the air lungs. There is a partition in the throat that closes off whichever route is not being used. The individual dictates which type of lung to use. The water lung is smaller and there is only one, even though it is the main breathing source. this is because gills are the most efficient form of gathering oxygen, much more efficient than lungs. The individual is accustomed to the large amount of oxygen provided by gills. In some species prolonged exposure to air can lead to death from lack of oxygen. In other species, they may become weaker or not be bothered at all except for physical strain.
Strain on the Body
The physical strain
mommamomma,momma2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are silent, always.
shattered coffeepots glittering:
our kitchen was never your
crystal stair, with its splintered
wood baring teeth through torn-up
linoleum, nails and a cracked
foundation grabbing at our socks:
your children hidden under the
kitchen table—the rancid smell
of black mold and cat urine
wafting up from the tattered floor,
but it was less frightening than the
shrill fear, when daddy threatened
to leave, again.