Warmth (John/Molly)There was a jingle of keys as the flat door swung open and Molly came inside after a long day at work. One glance at the clock told her that it was nearly eight and, she noticed with some concern that the house was oddly quiet. The worst coming to mind, Molly quickened her step down the hall, rounding the corner into the sitting room.Warmth (John/Molly)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"John? Are you he-" The pathologist cut off mid-sentence as she spotted John, finger to his smiling lips, sitting in his armchair with a little pink bundle nestled against his chest. Molly sighed in relief.
"She finally went to sleep," John whispered, gently patting their daughter's back. The baby stirred with a tiny squeak, little ruddy fingers puckering the fabric of her daddy's jumper. Molly noticed a small wet spot near his shoulder and grinned. Leah had been sucking on his shirt again.
"What would I do without you?" Molly sighed, leaning to give him a quick peck on the lips, marveling at how well he was with children. But then, she supposed, he'd liv
your teeth leave different scarswhat they didn't tell me--your teeth leave different scars2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the amnesiac is
61.8% water &
on watching the night
close its eyes on you,
I only know beauty;
maybe Anne Sexton was on to something
& for the woman shamed,
arise and breathe. Seabones
with taciturn eyes
after we lost him:
mermaid thirst for
Your virginity is like an envelope,
a lover's observations on
post-it notes, cupping rice
always, and always.
YouDon't hold your breathYou3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cuz it's way too late to regret
The pain bubbles up inside
I'm about to die
The train reck of life
Is a knife
Just waiting to strike
At the moment, just right
Would it be better if I were gone?
Instead of stuck here in this game like your pawn
Just to play a game...
Then move on
Turn the tables
Play the track
Just please, please
Don't think I'm ever coming back
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.NaPoWriMo: Day 72 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
Love with my Best Friend: PrussiaxReaderLove with my Best Friend: PrussiaxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Do you hear me,
I'm talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying
You were laying on a sandy white beach, a hollowed out pineapple filled with delicious juices, a straw and umbrella sticking out the top in your hand. You took a sip and relaxed. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and you could see forever.
"_______!!" you heard in the distance. You looked around, not seeing anyone in sight.
"_______!!" you heard again, a little louder. You look to the ocean and see a white boat. On the bow of the boat, someone was waving at you franticly.
"_______!!" you heard the voice and it sounded familiar. Taking off your sunglasses, you looked closer and saw it was Gilbert. Your best friend Gilbert. Your heart jumped in your chest. Gilbird flew over to you and landed on your shoulder.
The boat got closer and Gilbert jumped off it when it hit shore. He ran over to you hugged you, swirling you around before falling over with you on top of
Bubble Guppies TheoryToday I read a really interesting theory about the Bubble Guppies. I'm not going to mention her name for obvious reasons. So here is what she wrote:Bubble Guppies Theory1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"My husband came to me with an interesting theory. He thinks that the Bubble Guppies are the last of the "Atlantean" Race and that Mr. Grouper adopted them. That would explain why all of the other characters are crabs or snails or fish. And why they are all so nice to them. I mean, at the end, when they all go on an impromptu field trip, it's always one of the Guppies chosen to do what ever it is they're there for. The Pirates even let them have some of their treasure. So everyone helps them out because they are the survivors of some kind of Atlantean Apocalypse. It helps sum up the entire show. I admit it isn't realistic, but neither is the rest of it. And when you think about it like that while watching the show it makes it that much more entertaining."
So I have my own theory. This theory you read, could be responsible for the absence o
WHY ITS GOOD SOME MLP-VILLAINS GOT REFORMEDWHY ITS GOOD SOME MLP-VILLAINS GOT REFORMED3 years ago in Settings More Like This
WHY ITS GOOD SOME VILLAINS GOT REFORMED AND WHY ITS GOOD SOME OTHERS DID NOT.
I think this whole "Freak out"-thing the Community is having right now about the Return and Reformation of some Villains in the Show is a bit exaggerated...
Just because three villains became good, doesn't mean they are going to reform EVERY kind of villain now.
Night Mare Moon had to turn back to normal because she is the Royal Princess of the Night, Celestias Sister. And even if Celestia could have continue bringing Day and Night by herself, Equestria needs to stay in balance with the two of them. Everybody loves Luna and the first episode would have been weird if they just KILLED Night Mare Moon. But Luna is not the point because nobody ever compared about her Transformation. But still, Luna is also a Villain who got reformed.
Trixies return was already planned after her very first Episode and for me her return was nothing surprising because she didn't really learn her lesson the las
The HusbandI took a nap, and when I woke up, the dog that had been sleeping on my chest had become a husband.The Husband10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I said, “Get off, you’re heavy.”
And while he sheepishly slunk to the floor, I asked him what he thought he was doing, being a husband when all I wanted was a dog. He kissed my foot and said that I needed a husband.
This is something that many have tried to tell me in the past, and I was not up for hearing about it. Not on a Saturday afternoon, when I had to fully wake up from my nap, make some coffee, and putz around for a few hours before meeting Sammie for drinks down at Calico’s, so we could watch all the cowboys wearing their finest, most colorful shirts and tightest jeans. Which last part seemed like something to which a husband might take offense.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not a wife, so you’d better change back now.”
“Could you be a wife for a little bit? Try it out?” His eyes were still brown and far too reminiscent of a
War TuneWar Tune:War Tune2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've got another beat for all my hard gamers,
Rockin' in 'Bloodfall', rank hall of famer.
Arena top ten, I'm the mage known as Ryda,
Got a femmie avatar; cute little strider.
You better come with me, if you want to live.
I'm roastin' up a storm with the fire that I give.
Meteor crash, I'm the king of all the stunners,
You better think twice if you're the knight or a gunner.
And if you talk big all them haters give you crap;
They cryin' on the field cause I bag 'em in the sack.
I'm sorry that you paid, but I went and broke your back.
Cash shop wings; I'll just rip em in a stack.
Cause even if you shellin' out dough to be the best,
I'm an Asian gamer and that's the fuckin' test!
I click at a rate that'll make you all explode.
Cause I control the lag and the inner matrix code.
And if you tried to ask me, I'd say that its a fact;
I'm Kirigaya Kazuto dressed up in black.
-Unofficial Release by Chen Yuan Wen, 12th April 2013
I'm Soaring NowI'm Soaring Now3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Soaring Now
This is a different level of fear
It's wounding my truth and morality
It's strong enough to bring me here
On the edge of life- peering over to serenity
It's not impossible to grasp
But it's typical to assume
The last breath is the fact
That after death- peace will follow soon
Countless flashing memories
Ready to be set free
From this skin of...treachery
My scars peel off
Erased from my sight
The remains become soft
So this is what...innocence feels like
Destiny is somehow connected
Fate deems to be natural
The circle of the two is perfected
The beginning to the end is...peaceful
I offer and accept my own form of mercy
Before I miss out on forgiving the vulnerable side of me
Splitting and fusing fragments of calming memories
I would like to believe my life was somehow worthy
My tears have aligned wi
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a perso
AlienatedOn an average morning, Joseph O'Donnell was the first thing his wife was aware of when she awoke: his large frame a source of comfort, even during this unsure point in their marriage. His right arm reliably wrapped around her, his left under the pillows to hide the stump where once a hand had been. How she missed him when he had served in Iraq. On those nights, the empty half of their bed might as well have been a vacuum.Alienated5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This, however, was not an average morning if it even was morning. Sarah O'Donnell sensed something amiss during her first glimpses of wakefulness they were not on their bed, but a hard, flat surface. She aborted a slow drift out of sleep in favor of a straight-up leap into consciousness.
Panic threatened to grab hold as her eyes darted around to survey the dark room. There were no windows, no way of gauging the time of day. Only a few dim orange squares in the ceiling above them glowed with enough luminosity to keep the room from being pitch black. A fen
Larry Stylinson: Underwater KissLarry Stylinson: Underwater Kiss3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky, birds chirping happily beneath the fresh green leaves that hung from the smooth branches of the tall trees, a soft breeze drifting through the air as five boys emerged from the luscious house that stood proudly in the open space.
Two boys raced towards the large and curved pool, the bouncing curls upon one of their heads whipping around their smiling face as they cried with joy, the other brunette chasing them around the edges of the pool, grinning as he picked up speed.
"Harry, Louis, you shouldn't run around a pool, you'll trip!" another brunette shouted as he watched the eldest of the five grab his curly haired friend, making him yelp before they both fell into the pool, water splashing over the edges as he sighed, shaking his head.
"They never listen Liam, not when they're having fun," another said, his hair gelled up into place as he patted his friend's shoulder and smiled, picking a sun lounger and setting up his things before laying
These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If my tears could tell a story of two -
What would they have to say about you?
Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking
And a girl who found it in the arms of another…
Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,
Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.
Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;
To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.
Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:
Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.
Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;
For her alone, these tears would come.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
of glass and ashesa hound of glassof glass and ashes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
frozen in time,
to move forward --
to find its
place in a
Khet - Chapter 6Khet - Chapter 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It took the better part of the afternoon, but by the time the sun was starting to slip below the line of the western mountains, I was trudging back to the Hall with an armload of red and yellow clay tucked into the sopping wet ends of my loin cloth. I used it like a basket, cradling the supplies against my stomach. My arms and stomach were a brilliant orange nearly to my elbows, and my legs were equally pigmented up to my knees.
I made plans to scrounge some animal fat and charcoal sticks from the dining hall to make some decent paints. I'd managed to find a few green branches left on a small sapling tucked high into the rocks on a particularly steep slope of the valley wall. They'd make strong brushes when I was done with them. The thought of painting had me grinning from ear to ear as I stomped up the steps of the Hall and into the foyer.
Back home, my parents argued that my painting was not truly a skill but a child's fancy, but my grandmother had always supported my love of creatin
Love, before I met you.1) I was a blank canvasLove, before I met you.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for their hands to paint endearments
and childhood secrets on.
(The bruises came later,
but bruises don't talk and neither
2) A slammed door,
a raised fist and bloodied teeth and
how did we end up here, babe?
How did we fall so heavily out of love?
3) A knife,
they'd twist it in my gut
and hang my love-gutted corpse
out to wait for the next
poor soul to find me.