Snow WhiteHis fingers traced over the veins that lay beneath the surface of her translucent skin. They were just visible, like flower stems crushed by the morning snow, or a few rude brush marks left by a painter in a moment of contempt for the Academy. He, at that moment, felt no such fire burning in his blood just a sick, panicked feeling that came in ebbs like the evening tide. Her satin ruffled as he moved his hands from her neck to her face, and then to her slim shoulders. She was fragile, but not as fragile as this.Snow White3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He gave her a playful shove, managed a crooked smile and whispered in a tone that lay somewhere between choked hope and frightened disbelief, "Snow. Hey, Snow, wake up."
He leaned over her, watching with almost vicious concentration. No response. She was perfectly still, like an image from a painting or poem by those damn Romantics; their full colours and pretty words hiding the darkness that was always brimming just underneath. Lovers weren't meant to kill and they cert
Maleficent and the Broken PrinMaleficent and the Broken PrincessMaleficent and the Broken Prin4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Final Warning: If you read this you will never watch Sleeping Beauty the same way again.
Maleficent observed the weeping princess from the fireplace as the flames died from her presence.
She reached out with her powers and entered the totally defenseless and undefended mind. Now she laughed her cold cruel laugh in that mind.
"Your friends have destroyed you more thoroughly then I could ever possibly had hoped to. Princess Aurora," Maleficent said with an ironic twist to her voice.
"Even calling you by your real name hurts you. Oh, this is just too easy. "
"Without prompting you'd throw yourself from your own balcony, but that just won't do, I cursed you and I intent to keep to that. You were gifted with beauty and music, I even gave you more beauty and grace, is there anything that is actually yours inside that body."
"Look at what your beloved aunts have done to you:
Your were hidden away and they took that away.
You had a cottage that you so
Disneyland's Evil Queen POVName: The QueenDisneyland's Evil Queen POV5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Age: Nobody knows.
Vain and obsessed with her beauty and looks, she strives to always be the fairest in the land. She consults her magic mirror everyday on who is the fairest one of all, and if any name other than hers is given she orders them to be killed.
Bio: Growing up, she was always lonely and being told she was never pretty or good enough. As a result vanity became a priority to her and she learned to become her own best friend, relying on no one. When she became Queen, she no longer had to worry about being looked down upon. But as old habits die hard, she became cold and isolated while still obsessing with her looks and remaining fairest in the land. When the King died she was left with a stepdaughter, the princess Snow White. It wasn't so much a problem until Snow White became a threat in regards to the Queen's beauty. The Queen did everything to prevent it, from dressing Snow White in rags and treating her like a servant to hiring a hit m
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 13Slightly’s usual cool melodic voice did nothing to soften the jolting blow to everyone’s nerves as he announced Tiger Lily’s sudden abduction. All of The Lost Boys immediately gathered to their feet, their well muscled bodies coiled and poised for an attack at any moment. Peter’s devil may care attitude that he usually sported vanished the instant Slightly bounded into the room looking about as disheveled and rattled as you had ever seen him. Since the day you met him, Slightly had always carried himself with a graceful composed purposefulness. Seeing his emerald green eyes, which almost always seemed to glow with veiled amusement, now wide and searching as if at a total loss of what to do made something inside your stomach give a violent heave. Slightly was supposed to be the one who kept his cool under pressure yet here he was obviously sick with worry and dread. Just the mere sight of him like that made pin pricks of cold hard fear begin it’s way down yOlder Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 132 years ago in Romance More Like This
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 12You watched in silence as Tootles tended to the tiny campfire. His slim frame was bent over the crackling embers as his hands fanned the flames higher. The flames danced and grew under his skilled and practiced movements. The fire below him cast a warm orange glow all over the planes of his smooth pale skin. Your heart instantly began to ache for him. A boy his age should be in high school living with his parents and flirting with girls. He shouldn’t be starting fires, hunting for food, mourning murdered Indian Chiefs, or warring with deranged pirates. A boy his age’s only concerns should be homework or what he’s going to do on a Saturday night not where his next meal is going to come from or when he or his brothers will be attacked next. This was no life for a young teenage boy, especially one as gentle as Tootles.Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 122 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your mind brought you back to the first time you had seen him. He had shot you out of the sky nearly killing you if it hadn’t been for Peter.
The Mad HatterHe sits and watchesThe Mad Hatter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As his world changes
The game pieces evolving
The chess board warping
Never the same
But for that one puppet
In the ever-changing world
With his fixed smile
A knowing grin
As he relives his memories
And the game repeats
As she falls down
Into the rabbit hole
Curious, she makes her way
Along the crooked path
To have tea with
The crazed hare
And the sleeping mouse
And that person
Who has seen it all before
Trapped at the long table
While his companions' minds
Unravel and weave together again
The players differ
And the pieces die
All but he who
Cannot be touched by fate
His destiny so tangled
And interwoven with others
It has no end
How did it begin and
Why is he cursed?
To hear each retelling
Of that time-old story
Who is that cruel?
To meddle with a destiny?
To tamper with a life?
To make a man watch
His friends live a short, fragmented
He sits and watches
As his world changes
Like a raven becoming
A writing desk
His mind cradled in t
Giusto“N-o-o-o-o!”Giusto2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He screamed at me, his goggly eyes opened like a frog’s. His voice was funny, it made me want to laugh - but he also looked scary, so I didn't. I stopped singing and stared at him. I wasn't sure if I had to close my mouth or not so I left it half open.
“No. No! No! That was not a mi sharp!”
I thought it would be good to close my mouth now. The man looked at Papa and pointed his tiny finger at me. He was all tiny, only his head was huge, with a funny mustache and the goggly eyes.
“Why did you bring this to me? Are you trying to mock me? You’re wasting my time.”
Papa was all red by now and not looking at me. I didn't know what was going on but I think Papa wanted to be away from the huge room with the piano.
“He was in the church choir” Papa stuttered. “The choir master told us he was very good – he has a very high voice – good technique -”
“Good technique? Good
Life on DisplayShe had grown up in a worldLife on Display2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of coupon clippings, muffled ears
and tip toeing around broken glass.
Bruised feelings towards the world
that looked so narrow and thin;
Felt like a resolutely locked door.
Always grasping for the heavens
with a desire and ferocity
of piercing iron claws.
Dominating the skies with all the
bulk and majesty of a bird of prey.
Boxed in at one corner of a city;
dusty and forgotten.
Yet, always guaranteed to be visible
at night. Raging quietly through
the darkness like the last bit of embers
on the end of her stamped cigarette butt.
Artsy and upscale enclaves beckoned her.
Hidden oases of roasting coffee, hip music
and fresh-cut flowers. So unlike the barren
desert of chain convenience stores and dreary
apartment blocks she called home.
Beautiful young women
clink marble china together, bobbling
around each other like planets bobbling
around the sun; All struggling for recognition
and permanence. All the while, defiantly staring
into the face of the force that ga
Survive the Zombies In the wake of nearly every disaster, fatalities occur long after the event has taken its initial toll. Whether it is a volcano, hurricane, flood, plague or zombie attack, the general pandemonium following a crisis often causes more problems for the survivors than the original disaster. The most threatening aspect of surviving the impending apocalypse is hordes of mindless drones, either in the form of zombies, angry mobs, or the Federal Emergency Management Agency.Survive the Zombies5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Paranoia and suspicion of others are the best ways to avoid being swept up in this deadly pandemonium. As long as quality of life is not part of the issue, staying shut away in an overly sterilized air lock with a lifetime supply of canned food will probably keep you breathing the longest. Of course, if retaining humanity is factored into the equation, your options are far less clear. As social creatures, humans have evolved to react as a group, similar to pods of fish and herds of
A Short VisitIn the country,A Short Visit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the scarcity of humanity,
our ability to stand outside and be alone,
holds an undeniable appeal to me.
Even in the cold, the quiet can be
a great friend. The sun was out today,
pleasant on the skin. The wind had subdued
from last night's blowing. I sat in my
great-grandfather's metal lawn chair.
He kept this one outside the barn.
Told me once how he found a meteorite
in the chair. Said it hit the barn
and bounced right down to sit a spell.
Said it gave him a little shock,
a space-spark he called it,
when he picked it up from its resting spot.
How old was he then?
My age? I only recall an aged,
bald, weathered, cowboy who still preferred
to do his business in the outhouse
instead of the indoor room with water
from pipes. He told me
he knew when I was being born
because his knees itched from where
I would sit and his hands stung
from where he would spank me.
He and Granny shared a small house,
blown by the horrid western Oklahoma wind,
on a hill that overlooked their pond
To ConsecrateWhen you first met me,To Consecrate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All you could see was a snow white glove
jutting up from the filth I let them bury me in,
digits half curled
wrist arced and carpels tangled
as if I had once strained
to reach up for something more,
but had long since given up...
Your fingertips were my Autumn
as I walked backwards through Winter-
A sleepwalking shadow
spurred on only by sound of a melodic voice
and the faint whispers
of a promise
that I was worth more than ash and dust;
It's been two years since you first coaxed me up from the mire.
I opened my eyes into a hurricane,
reached out to grasp at the hem of your dress
only to come up short
when I found
I was still chest-deep in the mud;
You slipped away between the raindrops,
Leaving me with one last promise:
You can do this."
I put my hands to the ground,
pushed with everything I was-
Pushed till my ribs cracked,
my tendons tore,
till my arms snapped like rotten limbs
and I bled out from my eyes.
But I pushed.
The next time you saw
Cherry SodaChildhood memories:Cherry Soda3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her Cherry Soda scent
A Guide On How To Shop In The Pias UndergrowthSo, ye need some groceries and things from the shops. But ye live in the undergrowth of Pias, so it ain’t a case of just popping to some omni-mall. What are ye going to do? Ye can’t farm cos’ the ground here ain’t gonna get enough sun, and there’s nae way in hell ye can just experiment with all the fruits of the jungle, cos’ ye value your life too much. Whatcha gonna do?A Guide On How To Shop In The Pias Undergrowth2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, good ol’ Cygno here can help ye wi’ this trusty guide! Available in all the shady places over the Kairos galaxy. This guide here’ll tell ye all about how to find the best markets in Pias and how tae not get scammed by some scoundrel.
First off, terribly sorry for ye bein’ here. I dunno if ye were forced tae run from the gangs or police in Canopy City or whatever other tragedy befell ye, but sorry. Pias ain’t a holiday site once yer under the leaves, I can tell ye that fer sure.
By the time yer readin’ this, y’l
Pirate England X Reader Part 1I was holding up a sword to my father's neck, about to slice him. I had it with him abusing me all the time! Whenever he got home, I was always hit, smacked, punched, and more! He would even take a knife a slice my arms or waist. I even have the scars to prove it and ever since mom died from him abusing her, he started with me. I wasn't going to take it anymore and I adored the fear in his dark, blood red eyes. I chuckled slightly and said to him, "Well well well, It is had for me to believe that my father is scared of his own daughter who he has beaten up and sliced and much much much more! You discuss me so much, I remember that day where I saw mom. She was screaming and pleading for my life when it was her that was dieing because of you! Do you know why she was crying and praying for my life? Because I sure do!" I growled and held onto the sword tighter, causing my knuckles to turn white. My father looked up from the sword to me a few times and finally said in his harsh voice, "ThatPirate England X Reader Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Lately, the waitHighway traffic, seamless like the skiesLately, the wait4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of October; distant lights foretell
A gush of wind, a magnolia laden threshold.
much sought after
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 1It was late and after a long day you crawled into your bed. Your head was already swimming with the thoughts of all that you had to do tomorrow. Ever since you turned eighteen it seemed your once peaceful world had been turned upside-down and filled with nothing but one headache after another. You had been so busy lately with tiresome tasks and newfound responsibilities. Sometimes it felt like you were drowning in a sea of drama and stress. You always tried your best to keep your head above water and keep soldiering on, but it always seemed as if there was always something new only too eager to try and drag you down. Exhausted both mentally and physically you turned your head to glance at your alarm clock. The time was exactly at 11:11pm. Remembering the superstition that this was the time to make wishes on you indulged in a little folly and closed your eyes. You thought for a second on what to wish for love money world peace? No, none of those things seemed appealing atOlder Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
autopsyher spine was cracked down the middle,autopsy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her skin unraveled at the seams.
bloated lungs and an emaciated heart filled her no longer moving chest.
her eyes were still open
and her hands stretching for the last thing she ever saw,
though she'd never reached it.
no one knew the exact cause of death,
except the shadow of a boy who avoided her funeral
like it was a plague.
like she was the plague.
To Fry a MoonfishI. Selene vomerTo Fry a Moonfish2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Insert knife beneath the tail.
“We need to talk.”
Draw knife toward head.
a flicker of the eyes
a dash of hope.
“It’s not what you think.”
Open abdomen with fingers.
he draws her away
to a brick wall
and delivers the blow
“We can’t be together.”
Pull out entrails.
he twists her guts
confuses her instincts
before ripping out her heart.
“This isn’t working out.”
Rinse the inside of fish.
“Oh, god, please don’t cry.”
Remove head if preferable.
II. doofus fish
if you leave her right,
she’ll fillet herself—
every beautiful you ever kissed
—into her neck, her skin, her heart—
she’ll try to separate herself,
her from the skeleton self you built
until she’s mere sheets of meat,
lying limp in her own arms
let her te
R.I.P."Bury your past, soldier. It's dead."R.I.P.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Devoid of humanityImitation of emotion.Devoid of humanity3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The sociopath smiles.
ocean lungsyou weigh something like gravityocean lungs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my tired expanse. you are
(my once splendid mountain)
my love is the ocean
that has worn you down.
with my monstrous tongue,
i pulled you in.
as you fall,
sweeping peacefully into the depths
and filling each crevice,
i am learning to inhale shores.
some would say i'm suffocating
and bring me buckets of air (only to have it
escape my slippery grip).
no, the tides need something heavy
to make of her