You Bring Out the Wolf in MeYou bring out the wolf in me.You Bring Out the Wolf in Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The hazel eyes.
but you can't see me,
unless I want you to
bring out the wolf in me,
The half-starved mutt,
Give me your attention
and primal passion in me,
The dinner outside, lay under the stars,
if you're lucky I'll sing songs
to the moon
The drum beat, heart beat,
panting on-the-run heat,
Snow looks better
in my hair, and I left footprints
under your window in me.
The toothy-smiled, but
I couldn't be more scared,
please don't hurt me or I'll run
creature in me.
You bring out the wolf in me,
loving in the dark
and lonely places, because two is a pack
and you raise the ruff on me,
I could be a loyal companion, but the blood is wild
and you, yes, you
bring out the wolf in me.
Brincando com boneca - English versionBrincando com boneca - English version2 years ago in Settings More Like This
It's a Curse: Notes on Eric ThedrialSo. I feel like Eric's up there with Tom as a character who comes with a lot of technical baggage I've never publically unpacked. Read on for a tale of god-complexes, monstrous curses, hunts and rampages, massive abuse of the ageing process, and history's worst case of polyphagia.It's a Curse: Notes on Eric Thedrial3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Welcome back to the Network, a world made of worlds connected, when not by simple geography, then by dimension-puncturing portals. We're going somewhere we haven't been before. The land is Nimisia, the year is, by our calendar, 1611. Gammon is a prosperous little city-state amidst a mess of prosperous little city-states and if rolling countryside, charming forests, and sparkling lakes are your thing, this is a peachy place. Well. If you aren't a peasant. We are in a time of serfs and lords.
If you are landed gentry however, sunny are your skies, green are your horizons, your cup floweth over. You live in a palace with colorful flags and people who take care of things and are generally free to socialize
Constructing Paradoxical ArchitectureSuffice it to sayConstructing Paradoxical Architecture3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I am done trying
To help you be the person
I thought I saw
So many months ago
Because the boy I see now
Who lies so compulsively
Dropping false words
Like candy before children
And watching us lap it up
Like we'd never find love again
He doesn't deserve
The last few pieces of the soul
That I've been saving
And even if I must hold them
In my hands for all eternity
At least I know
That he didn't take
The worthy parts of me
RageYou are glass in my skinRage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I thought would just fall out
But you are buried deep
So much now, and so long, a part of me
That I have to dig fingers
Between meat and bone
To pry you from my body
The same way
They pry open your chest
When they cut cancer
Away from your heart
I don't want to bleed another drop for you
Rambling on TonyThe Unholy Incarnation of Gluttony (Tony, for short) has been more or less benignly wandering the Network for nearly four hundred years, carefully controlled by its host and master, the kindly Eric Thedrial.Rambling on Tony2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
What IS Tony, exactly? Despite rumors and poetic phrasing, Tony is NOT a demonic entity representing a deadly sin, it is not actually even a separate being from Eric. Psychologically, Tony's what you get when you inhibit everything in the human mind save the powerful animal impulse to eat stuff. Religion/demons/sins really have nothing to do with Tony.
Tony is the result of a morality curse, meant to demonstrate to the once spoiled Lord Thedrial the essence of his greed by removing entirely his human willpower and control over base instincts (which he was so poorly exercising anyway) transforming him for periods into a destructive, self-destructive, mindless and mortifying mass of monster. And then returning him to human form to think about what he'd done.
Tony is largely a metapho
Ambassador SalspaldaPenny twirled 'round the corner, smacking face-first into a man's chest.Ambassador Salspalda5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Omigosh! Sorry, sir!" she said, yanking back. She looked up into the man's face, and froze.
There was no face. There was no head. There was a half-neck protruding from a collar, ruddy and swollen, terminating in a livid cross-section of tubes, muscle, and bone. Penny took three quick stumbles backward, mouth agape, where her brother Cornelius collided with her from behind.
"Penny, what..." he began, before catching sight of the headless body and joining her in a moment of shocked silence. "The devil...?"
Then a man's head came around the corner, in the most literal sense. Dark eyes stared down from a bronzed (and scowling) Arroyan face with handsome features, his black hair swept back in a long tail. Startlingly, the man ended halfway down his neck in the jagged mate to the headless, severed throat. The living head was joined to a ghostly body and a long cloak cinched at his throat hung aro
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
Tumbler‘Twere’nt long ago, when I started tumbling. Hot dry winds rose around me and the base of my stalk went snap and I began to roll. Finally free of my roots, ready to roam the deserts and plains. Catch a glimpse of the tall orange buttes in the northern plains, as they had been described to me by other holy rollers.Tumbler2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Maybe even catch a view of people. Heard lotsa stories ‘bout them people, even though I saw one on a horse when I were but a sprout. People were always in’eresting, usin’ us for shootin’ practice, something to kick, something innocuous and ubiquitous to say, “Yeah. You’re alone out here. Just you, the sun, and the tumbleweed.”
Starting tumbling, started seein’ some strange things. There ain’t hardly no trees ‘round here, but there’s lots of wood, rectangular like, half formed into boxes. I heard that people had something to do with it, wanting the sparkles from the ground my detached roots once sun
On Frail Wings 001I sat inside our tour bus, fanning myself with the latest AP magazine. I'd imagined that Warped Tour would be hot, I mean it is like Summer, but never THIS hot. I don't even know where we are right now, or even care for that matter.On Frail Wings 0014 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All I know is that it's 110 degrees outside right now, not a cloud in the sky, and it's not even lunch. I could already see the crowds of people gathering by the gates, all of them looked equally hot, but still bore smiles on their faces.
A few of them even had on our war paint, and black clothes like ours. I'd told all the fans that no matter how hot it was we'd still be wearing our leather and paint. Looking back on it, it was a stupid decision. But it's part of who we are, I'm not doing this half ass.
The light poured into the bus as the door was swung open. An exhausted Ashley, covered in sweat walked in, a displeased look on his face. He plopped down on the couch in front of me and sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"How the fuck are you not sweat
OverActive ImaginationLike verbal synesthesia,OverActive Imagination2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my head.
bang bang bang
and all I think are flashes.
Computer fans are white noise
and clicking keys a melody.
I sleep on piles of books
and tell myself bedtime stories
that never, ever end.
It's the same one, every night.
I edit, even in my head.
One color brings four hundred synonyms to mind
and the feeling of fabric is like a burst of light.
Looking at a photograph is often over whelming,
and all I want to do is know what
they were thinking,
not what I am.
It's a curse and a blessing,
on a wing and a prayer,
and a hundred other cliches
that will never go away.
Here's to the over active imagination
that won't stop finding the meaning in everything.
9 Word GoodbyeIn my head9 Word Goodbye1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still have conversations with you
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
What If TOTH Contest Entry - FictionWhat If TOTH Contest Entry - Fiction3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"This is not up for discussion, Violet," Flash stated apathetically, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone. "I don't know why you think it's a negotiable matter."
The sun had nearly set in the west, painting the sky with warm hues of pink and purple before finally wisping into a vast canvas of speckled indigo. It was the most beautiful time of day in the land of Chevaline, but neither the indignant mare nor the obstinate stallion paid any heed to the evening brilliance. The only thing on Flash's mind was overseeing the shift change of the guard-stallions on duty; a task that was becoming exceedingly hampered by his annoyance of a mate.
"Francis is my son as much as he is yours!" Violet snapped, her emerald eyes rolling with disbelief. "How dare you try and take him away from me!"
"Don't you want what's best for our son, dear?" he questioned, softening his tone to hopefully win her over without delving into a tedious discussion.
"I still have things to teach him!" the roan mare ob
If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:If you give in, they win2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.
I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.
I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.
I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.
Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.
Until the very last minute, when the skies are grey,
You see it raining black lightning but I'll never go astray.
Because the path is before me; it's laden with dirt,
But I will trudge across the mud to the heart of the earth.
I am the core of what makes you; the drill that'll breakthrough,
So follow if you feel me cause I'm comin' right at you.
Your attitudes are made from a bo
If Only We Aged Like TreesTell me how many clinksIf Only We Aged Like Trees1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you smile
with a grave’s peace borrowed.
The creaks of a swing,
and the shards of broken china,
sing your childhood riddles
on nights the storm would knock.
Stars belong to clouds,
just as fate is in love with time.
A box full of buttons
and a handful of sand,
count how long you kept your fingers crossed
from behind the pleats of your summer skirt
as we watched our thoughts set
with an imaginary sun.
SelfAt first there was nothing. And then there was darkness.Self8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
So began the thing I now know are called “memories”. I can’t recall an exact date for when I began to “remember”. All I know for sure is that, one moment I did not exist, the next moment I did.
My first memory was of a pain in my gut. This feeling I now know as “hunger”. I did not know where I was, but I did not care either. I had no other thoughts than to quell this unpleasant feeling. Unfortunately, I had no idea of how to stop this urge. I don’t know how long I remained like that (my memories are fuzzy, at best), but at some point I felt something enter the vicinity near me. At that point, without my input, my hunger began to fade. I did not know it at the time, but this was my first experience with feeding. It was delicious, and I remember, after the last of my pains ended, falling into sleep.
This became a daily routine for
3 - Silly - Ironhide n LennoxThe clatter of body armor and weaponry was almost unheard over the deafening roar of the engine of the Autobot the soldiers rode upon. Ironhide didn't mind being used for transport, after all. He was the largest, most open-bodied of the bots that were not kept for more severe situations Optimus, during these sorts of missions, was usually resigned to a transport aircraft high above whatever city they were heading to.3 - Silly - Ironhide n Lennox6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nearest to the cab rode Major Will Lennox, his hand always resting in the same spot against the big black truck's frame. For the both of them, it was a sign of the friendship they shared... one most humans would never have the opportunity to experience. Smell 'im yet, Ironhide? he questioned. We're getting' restless back here.
Ironhide snorted a response through the smokestacks at his sides, giving his huge body a shake so much like the big bloodhound Sgt. Robert Epps had nick
Glass MemoriesDearly Beloved,Glass Memories11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey, love, it’s me again. It’s winter now – the icy wind throws itself at these stained cinderblock walls but to no avail; a wall works both ways.
A year has passed since I last spoke with you – a year already! No, I’m sure it was yesterday – a Monday.
I never did like Mondays.
I remember where we met. In the subway. You were the last to board a crowded train, I stood up as the wheels began to creak, glancing at you as I did so and nodding ever so slightly towards the empty seat. You laughed and called me a gentlemen, tucking those few strands of honey-colored hair behind your ear. Your nails were painted blue. Light blue. Like the sky.
The mass of people gradually thinned out as we neared the end of the route, until you and I were the only ones left in that car. We sat awkwardly next to each other – you twirling your hair and I fiddling with the buttons on my shirt cuff. I don’t know why I didn’t get up and move.
At the Bar (Scotland x Reader)(Scotland x Reader)At the Bar (Scotland x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You arrived at your place of employment with a slight grimace. The bar was already stocked with men and women of varying appearances, but they all shared one similarity.
They were all drunk.
With a slight huff, you began wiping down the bar and cleaning up the enormous amount of extraneous empty glasses. The strong bitter stench of alcohol was almost intolerable as a few customers passed by you. It wasn't long before you had to refuse to serve a couple of them.
Another bar tender arrived with an apologetic smile before she dove right into cleaning and serving. The crowd began to grow loud and a bit rambunctious. They were singing a few drinking songs off key and not quite in sync. The bar tender and you giggled as some men tried to dance with each other resulting in them falling over and laughing themselves.
Everyone was enjoying themselves until a glass shattered against the hard, dark stained wooden floor and a man fell after it. The noise was unhindered until the
Sweet NothingsI used lie on your chest after loving youSweet Nothings10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listening to the slowing concussion of your heart,
The soft outgoing tide of passion in your breath,
As I traced sweet nothing patterns across your stomach
You made me promise early,
When our love was fresh and new,
That I would die last-
And I promised-
Because it was easier to see you smile
And death was just a word.
But now I know why you made me promise.
You knew how hard it would be to go on alone,
Constantly weighted down by that black hole
Where love once stood-
You always were the smart one
I want to trade places with you-
Be the one under stark light and twenty four hour care;
Be the one whose life is measured
In heart beeps and cell counts-
I dont want to be the one left alone
Moving the chair closer to your bed,
I lie my head on your chest,
Listening to the slowing concussion of your heart,
The soft outgoing tide of life in your breaths
As I trace sweet everything patterns across your stomach