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
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
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
The Last SongThe Last Song2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there were giants
where the sky
meets the sea
that used to sing
even in silence
with enchanted mermaid voices...
Lights come in pairs
in the secrets where I hide...
Wandering, between heaven and water
one eye aiming the shimmering stars
the other staring the depths
beneath my vibrant skin
below the translucent surface,
below the greens and all the blues...
the abyss awaits my solitude, forgetful of colours.
I am alone
completely alone in the vast universe
neither skies nor seas
will answer my pleas... my cries...
nor will they ever continue my unfinished songs
only echoes... replies… for a while
and after… only silence remains.
the last of the old songs lost at seas)
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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
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.
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
Dream Defying Chapter 5"Please, Karkitty, wake up. Wake up! WAKE UP! PLEASE! WAKE UP! DAMMIT, WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"Dream Defying Chapter 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Karkat awoke on his bed in a cold sweat. His first thought: It isn't purple.
He was off of Derse. He was back. Back to his friends, back to-
Back to just not talking to Nepeta, he thought.
Karkat turned to see Terezi in his room. She ran up to hug him. "Thank gog you're okay! I've been so worried about you! I mean we. We've been worried about you."
Karkat raised a quizzical eyebrow. "You have?"
Terezi backed up and blushed a little. "Yeah, well..."
"Well, I've been trying to tell you, but I've been waiting for the right time..." Karkat knew what was coming next. "Well, I'm flushed for you, Karkat."
Karkat sighed. He, as all the other trolls knew, that Terezi was flushed for him.
But Karkat just didn't feel the same way about her.
Karkat sighed and hugged Terezi. "Karkat?" Terezi stammered.
"I'm sorry, Terezi, but your not the one I'm flushed for."
Terezi backed out from the hug,
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
her god reeks of whiskey and stale tobaccoshe speaks in monochromeher god reeks of whiskey and stale tobacco3 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
Alliances (pt 6)♦♦♦Alliances (pt 6)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nepeta went back to Karkat's store that very afternoon. Aradia dropped her off and told her to give a call when she wanted to leave.
There was a "closed for repairs, come back Tuesday," sign on the door, but it was unlocked as usual. When Nepeta went in, Karkat was taping up the edge of the counter with silver duct tape. The floor shone clean where Gamzee had fallen, the gleaming linoleum at odds with its still-dusty environs.
Karkat heard the bell to the door of the shop ring and spun around angrily. Seeing it was Nepeta he said, "Oh, it's you."
"Hi," Nepeta said. "Do you mind if I come in? I'll help you fix things up, if you like."
"I think not," Karkat scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Um, okay?" Nepeta said, taken aback. She felt hurt, for some ridiculous and unapparent reason. Why should some random stranger, albeit an adorably angry stranger, who had happened to let her sit behind his counter, want to talk to her? Arguably she had saved his life, or at least his s
Movie SetEvery day I look around the set and wonder 'When will I be done?'Movie Set2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's not that I don't like it here. It's fun sometimes. I laugh and joke with my costars. I join them for outings. But we always come back to the set.
They treat the place like home. I suppose for them it is. They've been here so long that it makes sense for them to call it that.
I'm new to the cast; the newest person on set. It's a lovely place full of great people.
It's not home.
I can't tell them that though. I'm afraid of how they might react. So I keep up the smile while I wait for the director to call out "Cut!"
There is no director. This isn't a movie.
On a set with no cameras I'm still acting...
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
EnglandxReader: My Mr. DarcyEnglandxReader: My Mr. Darcy11 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
love hurtsi'll keep cutting until i've bled enoughlove hurts6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to donate 8 bags to the blood bank
just enough to show you that my skin
isn't comfortable missing the feeling
of the soft texture of your skin.
i'll keep dreaming until the doctors
tell you i'm finally dead
because my mind can't bear
thinking about the distance
you drove away after breaking my heart
i'll tell you, "my life can't continue
without you." because days seem like
grey rainbows and dead butterflies
lacking color and missing the life
that once kindled in this world so brightly
i'll bury each memory in the grave
and leave behind an old heart, shattered
by the bullets you shot 22 times just to tell me
that you didn't love me.
"anthony, you're making me
crazy! i don't think
i can stay here
anymore without drowning
with you to
the bottom of
Pretty PeopleI just want to be pretty.Pretty People2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like him, like her...
I want the face that
I want the body that
Why is she so skinny?
Why is she so curvy?
Why is he so handsome?
Why is he so perfect?
I just want to be sexy.
Like him, like her...
I want to fit in my
Old jeans and dresses
That I wore in high school.
I want to walk by to
Have people whisper,
"That girl is gorgeous."
I just want to be thin.
Like him, like her...
Why are they so lucky?
Why do they get the glory?
Why do they get that body
And that face without
Even working for it?
You know the feeling
Of being called ugly,
Unless you're one of them.
I know the feeling
Of being called ugly,
Cause I'm not one of them.
I put on makeup to
Make myself look different.
I'm ashamed at my
My parents were pretty,
So why not me?
I just want to be pretty.
Like him, like her....
SchizophreniaSmile.Schizophrenia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What are you doing?"
Trying to escape.
Look behind you.
Are they there?
You'll never understand it.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your ears.
They want you to die.
They're out for you.
Shut the door.
Lock it again.
"Are you okay?"
You'll never make it.
Fall to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you going through?"
"What's wrong with you?"
... "I don't know."
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
Fall.Have you ever felt like you want to fall? But what lies beyond that fall is what's keeping you propped up until you're ready to burst. Ready to cry, to scream, to throw the mother of all tantrums until your voice has gone and you're too tired to move from where you dropped.Fall.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you don't.
You smile and laugh and light cigarette after cigarette and push the feelings back until you can't push them anymore. Until there's no more room in your head. And that's when the habits begin. Habits turn into tendancies that turn into addictions. And then the addictions become familiar, like home and like family.
And that's when things really start to fall apart.
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!
ReaderXPoland Drabble/One-ShotReaderXPoland Drabble/One-Shot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You put a finger to your lips in silent contemplation. You had decided to finally spare the time and money to do a little self-indulged clothes shopping. The only problem with the seemingly simple scenario was that you've never actually done it before. Rather, your clothes over the years have been hand-me-downs from your family. You found it rather embarrassing, standing in a store not knowing what your exactly looking for. But you were determined to do it, and so here you were in front of a rack of shirts that caught your eye.
Scanning the rack left you blind to a certain cross-dressing country that happened to stroll in, wearing a lovely little skirt to boot. Poland was no stranger to you, however. He had surprised you when you first saw him by acting very shy and anxious. After all you'd heard about him from Italy, you assumed he'd be more extroverted when meeting people. That was, until
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.
Flight Of the Harmony: Chapter TwoRainbow Dash struggled to control the helm. The airship was a wild beast beneath her hooves, but she knew how to tame her.Flight Of the Harmony: Chapter Two3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She wasn't used to driving this kind of blimp; most of her experience was on the nimble and agile Pegasi ships, and the wood and metal mastodon that she was riding was neither of those.
The Harmony had her merits, however. It was a truly majestic craft, and, like most Unicorn ships, she had a complex set of levers set around the wheel, allowing the captain almost total control over the ship's movements. In fact, that was the most complex controls of any vessel Rainbow Dash had ever seen. She understood just enough of it to maneuver the main engines, and that was enough for what she had in mind.
A few acrobatic stunts, a couple of flips and tricks, then she could land among the praise and admiration of all.
Well, unless they took this the working way. She did, technically, steal the ship, and they might have not been too forgiving of that. But after she brought the
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,