Kyed's confession**** PLEASE READ THE COMMENT FIRST ****Kyed's confession2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ria let herself being overcame by curiosity. A tiara-shaped tattoo behind his shoulders? She looked at Kyed's back. It was like she thought. In the center of his back, stretching out to the shoulder blades in a tangle of lines and soft curves, Kyed had a big black tattoo. She reclined her head slightly to the side.
"But that... It 's the Innayrin's Mark."
"Yes." he nodded, finishing to wear boots. He looked up at her and smiled. But something terribly sad and disarming was hidden in that smile.
"What is the Innayrin's Mark?" Kisha asked with her usual curious habit.
"Don't you really know who Innayrin is?" Kyed asked astonished.
"Of course I do! She's Goddess of Hope, who do you take me for?" Snorted the fairy. "It's just that I've never seen this mark before."
"You really do not know anything!" Quipped Kyed, raising an eyebrow. Kisha was ready to get back on the warpath, but this time Ri
The TypewriterThe TypewriterThe Typewriter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come quickly! I've gone an' done it!" he shouted. I turned just as he poked his head into the room with a bright smile across his face.
"What did you do?" I asked as I walked towards his study. Chris had said those same words nearly twelve times this week. Every other day he had called me in for some discovery.
I pushed open the door t
You were cold insideYour lips tasted ofYou were cold inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
summer, of warm days and
relaxing by the
pool side and
smiling against the sun.
You should have been too hot,
too sticky, too humid.
You should have
overheated, should have
melted into your bones until
they turned to ashes, but
it never happened.
I suppose I should have
seen it coming, but
I was so moonstruck over
the way you said my name, so
in love with the idea
of love, that I
didn't notice the way
your eyes bled
Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My SoulDon't give me a reason to sell my soul, she should have said.Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My Soul4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, she just stared at the man on the screen in front of her, the man with his long, drooping skin, tired eyes, haggard face and balding head. He was hardly the admiral we had once known. She said "I don't have any desire to do it," and then quickly, "but I'll follow my orders, if you give them to me."
There was fright in her eyes. She gripped the edges of the captain's chair and bit her cheek, fighting off inevitable tears. But not here. She couldn't cry now. People relied on her to be strong. What people she wasn’t sure, but someone, somewhere, surely. She had to believe that.
"Those are your orders," the man said, sinking heavily into his chair. "I trust you'll carry them out."
She snapped off communications with ill-hid despair. Her blonde hair, thin and almost colorless, hung around her face like a fallen halo, fading with every sin. Her lips were tight, her cheeks drawn, and her eyes stared out of bru
Literal Futurist FeministEvery so often, humans make an innovation which changes their world forever. Fire, steel and computers are obvious examples of technological innovations. Equally important to technology are ideas which innovate people socially. Galileo's idea that the earth revolved around the sun or the American Founding Fathers' ideas about how government should be run are among numerous other examples. These ideas, often controversial and even revolutionary for their time, tended to require groups of people or movements to keep such ideas from being destroyed before they could be shared. The feminist movement has been both praised and scorned for their efforts to preserve and share numerous ideas to varying degrees. In particular, in her "Feminist Manifesto," Mina Loy helped to share the idea that gender roles were highly constrictive on both sexes with a rather remarkable insight for how things ultimately turned out.Literal Futurist Feminist2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
According to Loy, traditional gender roles are no longer valid in modern society.
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 46Dead Bite: An Undead Story 46Dead Bite: An Undead Story 462 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The beeping was dry and monotonous. It was the sound of a heart monitor beeping away, not unusual to Jordon’s hearing but now a very distant memory. The rhythmic sound jogged Jordon out of his stupor, and then he could feel the restraints around him.
His body was pinned to a lightly clothed hospital bed, and every movement brought the sound of wrinkling paper, the kind that lined beds and patients. Thick straps held his forearms to metal bars on the bed, mimicking the restraint on his legs and around his torso. Jordon could feel something heavy around his neck, and wires were coming out of his body every which way. Their intertwining colors were like a rainbow, but this was no happy sign from God.
Jordon felt like he was back in the hospital, back when nobody visited him. Back when he chased stars. Back when he was morbidly ill.
But he knew something wasn’t right.
This wasn’t back then.
LA:Ballad of the Windfish SongBallad of the Windfish: Link's VersionLA:Ballad of the Windfish Song7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I could see,
The storm then,
As it came near me.
I was struck,
By the sea,
And I fell.
I sailed up,
On the shore,
And you came to me.
You saved me,
So that I,
Could go on.
But there is one thing,
Which so pains me that I must now say,
I won't forget,
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 50 Dead Bite: An Undead Story 50Dead Bite: An Undead Story 50 2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matt nestled deeper into Jorel’s armpit, and it woke the sleeping cambion. He carefully moved so that he could see his lover’s face better, and Jorel swept a loose curl away from Matt’s forehead. The curl fell back into place, and Jorel smiled.
There was something peaceful about the moment. Jorel had stolen into Matt’s apartment at his usual time. Not surprisingly, Matt had been awake when he arrived because his appearances were like clockwork. They had fucked and then had fallen asleep from exhaustion. Jorel could hear the storm outside the window, the rain pelting the glass as thunder rumbled in the distance.
He had so few happy moments these days…at least before he had met Matt. It was a serious thought, but Jorel was now thinking his feelings for the young pizza driver rivaled those for the soldier. He dared not tell anyone.
Something about Matt made Jorel feel comfortable.
The Stick PeopleIn a town called Rushing Water, there lived a woodcarver with no face.The Stick People2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When we were small, my brothers and I, Daddy would sometimes take us to visit her. We would sit there at her kitchen table, amazed, as this woman with no eyes – and indeed no nose or mouth – would pour out our tea without spilling a drop.
I was frightened of her because she looked so strange, so grotesque. All the other days of my life, I encountered people with faces – square faces, oval faces, faces round and smiling like the moon with slanted eyes or big dark ones or little beady bird eyes. Snub noses, Romans or long, thin, birdlike ones like mine. Yet here was a woman with none of that or any of the faculties that come with those organs.
As a little girl, I dreaded our visits to the faceless woodcarver. But now that I've grown up I miss most all the memories of my childhood, even the somewhat unpleasant ones, so I sometimes let them wander through my mind even when they aren't invited. So I remember the woodcarv
Naughty Irish SpiritsPoor Molly Deegan was so very tired. She had done her nightly rituals in a stupor and when her fiery red head hit the pillow, she was gone into dreamland without a stray thought.Naughty Irish Spirits4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her corgi's barks jolted Molly back to wakefulness and this, she couldn't ignore. With a muttered oath, she flung the blankets back and swung her feet over the side of the bed. She cringed at the cold air and grabbed a throw from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around her self. A blue streak of curses trailed along behind her as she stomped into the kitchen to investigate.
She was momentarily shaken out of her foul mood when she saw that the kitchen was undisturbed. She stood in sleepy dumbness until she realized that there was a glow from the garage window.
Walking outside, Molly saw that the garage door was ajar and peering inside, she saw Aedan heaving the last of the broken shards of glass into the recycling bin, the partial logo on the shard revealing that it was one of her college bar glasses.
Dreams"Matt? Can you stay after class today?" Danny asked, though he's obviously not really giving the boy an option. The quiet troublemaker, despite his reputation, couldn't ignore a teacher's orders. Of course Danny was only a student teacher, but the distinction wasn't something he felt should matter all that much.Dreams1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The black haired teen nodded his head as he gathered up his books and left the room. There was one more period left in the day, so the boy had another class to go to. Danny sighed. He really felt this was a job for a real teacher, or maybe a guidance councilor, but naturally he got stuck with the task.
And this task wasn't something Danny felt all that comfortable addressing, as in it hit a little too close to home. There was suspicion, and reasonable evidence that Matthew St. Claire, or Matt, was being abused. Apparently the teenager frequently missed school and showed up with bruises and unexplainable broken bones.
Danny remembered when he was a kid and d
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 49 Dead Bite: An Undead Story 49Dead Bite: An Undead Story 49 2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jordon saw his leader shut the heavy metal door of the room they lived in inside the warehouse. He barely acknowledged Jordon, who was alone in their home. Jorel was being secretive and quiet…more than he usually was.
As George and Dylan went out every night to feed, Jordon had been coming back, still fearful of using his powers in the deep night. He would’ve thought after almost a decade he would be more used to disintegration techniques, but he preferred small parlor tricks on more awake people to get his fill. And during this time, Jorel had opted to go out even later than the others, but somehow always made it his business to arrive before George got back.
Something was up with him.
“Where’ve you been?” Jordon asked nonchalantly, picking at a deck of cards in his lap. “Any good feeding?”
Jorel was short with him. “It was fine.” He completely ignored the fir
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 53 Dead Bite: An Undead Story 53Dead Bite: An Undead Story 53 1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So his lover had come. His EX-lover. Or soon-to-be.
Matt waited for Jorel’s light tap on the door, an almost invisible sensation to him, but his hand was already on the knob. The door swung open to reveal a smiling Italian face, but the grin quickly faded as Jorel realized that Matt was not happy.
The teenager glared at his boyfriend, slamming the door shut and relishing in the action. He knew that Jorel would be pleading on the other side, imploring for an answer to this unexpected greeting. One of the benefits of being deaf was that you didn’t have to listen to bullshit like this. Matt scribbled hurriedly on a piece of paper and slipped it through the mail slot.
Jorel would be reading, [Fuck off. I don’t want to see you ever again.]
Satisfied, the curly-haired boy returned to his bed, throwing his covers up over his head. Although he was the one to break it off, why did his heart hurt so m
Believe (J3T.JD One-Shot)BelieveBelieve (J3T.JD One-Shot)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Carefully George opened the door which led inside the small music studio, accessed the hallway and closed the door behind him just as carefully as he had just opened it. While walking through the narrow hallway he put his keys on the shelf. It was shortly after 2am and he had just been on his way home from a party - which was why he was still a little drunk – when he saw that the light in the studio was still on. Of course he couldn't help stopping and having at look at who was still here. Maybe it were burglars, but he doubted that they would be so stupid that they turned the light on.
George entered the comfortable room in which the six members of Hollywood Undead usually were sitting together, relaxing, talking, having fun, drinking, but also writing new songs, of course. For a moment he stopped and pulled off his shoes before he moved closer to the couch, where he saw that someone was laying on it, sleeping, with a pad on his stomach. Next to the couch, on the
Hell Can Take YouWhere will you take me?Hell Can Take You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I cannot cry.
where we do no die.
I ache to see your face,
To say one last thing.
I live with everyday.
At my still beating heart.
Like the bottom of the ocean
I'd always get lost
Searching for the words to say
My goodbyes to you
I didn't expect this to end suddenly
You went away that day
And I wish I did too
No matter what you do
Try to remember something
We won't meet again
I am positive of that
Don't get the wrong idea
I never loved your ass
You were there
You always were
A itch that could not be scratched
So enjoy your time
This is the day
I bid your memories
A slow, final farewell
bachHe had piano keys hidden under his porcelain skin. Ringing out bright notes as my fingers trailed along each, taking my time to discover their potential as individual entities before i worked them in a way to make him sing melodies for me... Thick ridges along his torso, sharp spires along his hips...proof of the beauty of human design. There were ivory keys every where my fingers could reach, every inch of skin held a new set of notes, a higher pitch or a lower purr... Yes. He had piano keys under his skin, tucked away from prying eyes and headstrong amateurs who would only disgrace the beautiful sounds /I/ knew they could make. They were there for me to play upon, they were there for me to tell him a story of love and lust and romance. They were only mine... Each stretch of muscle, each heavy lidded eye and every gasp filled night, he would show me those keys, baring his very soul laid down in heavy white.bach3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
break"Is....this..." his voice cried out in my ear, desperate whispers, "enough?" Ohhh he moved in that light like it was made for him. Slender arms and a slick torso, all of which were painted with our desires in those moments. Stark red against warm, pale skin. My voice was low as i comforted him, rocking against his hips and pulling him closer to me, my mouth greedily pressed against his collarbones. "Just purr for me..." He was passion turned liquid... every fiber of who he was coated my mouth like fire and slipped down my throat to remind me that i belonged there.break3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My head spun so fast i couldnt keep myself upright and we fell down into the blankets, soft silk stained with cold blood. it moved against him and against me as we writhed, daring the lights to go out, to hide our shame as i took everything he could offer into my mouth....It was never enough... our limbs tangled like spider legs and our mouths never went without kissing or sucking s
Book recommendation 03: Muhammad by Martin LingsBook recommendation 03: Muhammad by Martin Lings2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Muhammad: His Life Based on The Earliest Sources
By Martin Lings
Amidst numerous exemplary scholarly works depicting the life of our noble Prophet (peace be upon him), Martin Lings' Muhammad: His Life Based on the Earliest Sources stands out as an exemplary source, providing a whole new account of the life of the Prophet, perhaps new details that haven't been elaborated in other accounts.
Lings provides a wealth of detail on the life of Muhammad, the time and place of many Quranic revelations, and the foundation of Islam, all based exclusively on 8th- and 9th-century Arabic biographical sources and collections of the sayings attributed to Muhammad. General readers will find a well-written, straightforward chronological narrative; Muslim readers will appreciate the favorable treatment of Muhammad; while specialists will find a faithful and convenient rendering of source material.
However, his definitive vivid account of the life of Prophet Muhammad -peace be upon him-,
AttentionMisha found America agreeable, for the most part there was the Boston traffic, but it wasn't as bad as Moscow's, and the food was overly rich and too abundant. But the people of the city were positively warm compared to the Spartan attitudes he knew, he hadn't had a single dollar stolen from him, and the university kids couldn't keep their eyes off of him. Not even the boys. He'd heard catcalls walking by a gathering of young men, the kind he'd learned to call "bros." It was his hair, maybe, or the way stubble refused to show on his face: in America, you could be anything other people wanted you to be, it seemed.Attention3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He told Sasha about it on the phone, who laughed at him. "You're getting a big head. The Americans are gawking at you because you don't look like them."
"I don't think that's it." Misha took a handful of almonds and threw them in his mouth. He knew Sasha would doubt him he always did, dwelling in what he called his "nativist cynicism." It didn't seem to involve m
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 54Dead Bite: An Undead Story 54Dead Bite: An Undead Story 541 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jordon was irate. It had been several weeks since George had visited Matt, and Jorel was still trying to atone for hiding his secrets from his lover. Ironic, since George had never revealed to his lovers what he was. To think Jorel could’ve pulled the same move and maybe Jordon wouldn’t be here. Jordon laughed a little inside at the thought, but then remembered he would be dead if that had happened.
Jorel had been bringing the human around their cambion family more and more. First it started off by Jorel insisting Matt come to the Creep Show any time he wasn’t working or sleeping. Jorel made sure he was there. And this led to Jorel opening the Creep Show pretty much every night; the cambions did not have to really hunt when prey was coming to them.
Then Jorel had invited Matt to join in their circles, pulling him further from the humans; Matt would stay late into the deep night, even after a
The Azulite War (JD.J3T) Part 1The Azulite War: A Believe / Outside StoryThe Azulite War (JD.J3T) Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jorel felt the dirt crumbling onto his face as the floorboards creaked above their heads. The air was pitch black and stale, tasting of damp earth. A thin line of light creeped through where a larger gap had formed between two floorboards. It was almost blazing after the hours they had spent, unmoving and silent, down in the hidden room.
A shadow passed over the streak of light, and Jorel tensed up. He held his breath and reached for George’s hand in the darkness. George gripped him tightly, and they sat like statues, waiting for the figure to move again.
The figure was so close to the secret door.
Jorel closed his eyes, attempting to think back to a time before all this shit. It seemed like it was so long ago when they had lived normal lives. George and Jorel had been on the lam for months, and just when they had settled somewhere…believing that they would finally be okay
Dreams Part 3When Matt actually saw Danny's apartment he was shocked once again by the man. The apartment wasn't very full with only a few pieces of furniture, but everything was decorated in shades of gold, black and red and all of the wood was mahogany. It was neat and tidy, but the walls were barely visible under the collage of band posters and artwork.Dreams Part 31 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matt doubted he'd have time to look at all of them. The teenager turned to his teacher who was blushing a bit. Matt, being unable to figure out why, eyed the older man curiously.
"They um, wouldn't let me paint the walls of my apartment and they were this disgusting puke green color so I um, I kind of had to improvise." Danny said scratching the back of his neck in a sheepish fashion. Matt smiled.
"Nah I like it. Did you draw those?" He asked, pointing to some of the drawings on the wall. He saw the tanner man nod his head a bit. Matt grinned. He really loved the older man's style; it was light and airy and it made you happy