Personal Pet - Part 1Personal Pet - Part 17 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kyle didn't know why he remained so damn defiant. It only got him into trouble. It only caused him pain. It only made them mad.
But Kyle had tried playing the submissive card once before. And he decided it was worse. The abuse became more taunting, the smirks more smug. They had won. It made him feel helpless, weak, pathetic, useless. Even if he was all those things deep inside, he didn't need them to know it.
So he kept up his acts of defiance against his tormentors. They enjoyed trying to break him. He refused to scream at the lash of a whip or whimper at the tightening of his bonds. He would stay standing until they drug him to the ground. And if one of them got too close, he would take a dangerous chance of fighting back.
He was the only one of the cat demons being sold and traded that had been brought back as a "bad deal" more then three times.
But that was before he was sold to Caine. If there was anyone to break the cat demon, it wa
Epitaph for an Old Italian WomanWe walk into the apartment building. The building for old people.Epitaph for an Old Italian Woman3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It smells like old people.
We silently take the elevator to the second floor; her room is 205. Mom has the key, so she opens the door. The apartment is so empty. No little old ladies with white hair and a waggling crooked finger.
There's still newspaper on the floor by the door. Mom and I remove our shoes and put them on the newspaper, lest her ghost throw shoes at us. Or, maybe, hit us with a broom. She never did it to me, but Mom says she used to.
The pantry is full of food; mostly Fig Newtons. We always brought her Italian cookies when we came to visit, but she'd make us eat them while we were there. We would insist they were for her, but what good were cookies without someone to share them with? Italian cookies, Fig Newtons, and tea.
The cookie jar on the counter is full of tea bags. You could never have Italian cookies and Fig Newtons without
The Wise CrowThe Wise Crow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The black crow cries again.
It wakes me up to loneliness.
It reminds me that I am empty.
I have no one but myself and he.
The sky is gray, much like the color of my soul.
I feel a vast mixture of emotions as the crow stares at me.
Pain. Sadness. Grief. Depression. Remorse.
The crow is talking to me.
Telling me to go sit under a rose bush, so I do.
The crow is smarter than I thought.
The pain that I get from being prodded by the thorns of the bush help me to realize something.
Realize that I am high.
Jess WolfJess Wolf2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Jessica Stephanie Wolf was born on August 29, 1990. She's a bit shy around people but has a really strong personality when you get to know her. She has a great sense of humor, loves to laugh and can be very passionate about things, both in good and bad ways. She's very nerdy and likes things like comics/superheroes, manga/anime, and video games. Her favorite genre is Sci-Fi but she also likes fantasy. She's an only child and doesn't really care for pets, but most werewolves don't.
A very important part of her personality is that she loves being a werewolf and spends most of her time in that form, though not all the time. She prefers the normal werewolf state as she finds it's more difficult to have a tail or paws, but she tires them out every now and then. Jess had her first transformation around the age of 20, a bit of a late bloomer as it usually occurs around puberty for werewolves. It was quite a surprise to her as she thought it had passed over her. The transformation was likely b
Personal Pet - Part 2Personal Pet - Part 27 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The vampire, Caine, lived in a large, old-fashioned, castle-looking home. High solid stone walls reared up into the pitch-black night sky, the towers looking like claws reaching for the yellowed orb of the moon. Some of the highest tower windows were boarded up, and it was easy to tell that over half of this enormous castle went unused. But it wasn't the height of it that sent a shudder down Kyle's spine as he was lead into the stone belly of the beast. It was how deep into the ground this fortress went. The cold stone cells down below the drafts of the castle.
Kyle was only lead down one flight of stone steps, though. But it was easy to tell that there was another flight going farther down at the end of the cold solid hallway.
The vampire unlocked a heavy iron door that lead into a large stone cell. Dirty straw lay in the corners, but other then this, the cell was empty. Kyle's mind still felt trapped, and he walked inside the
Personal Pet - Part 5Personal Pet - Part 57 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kyle groaned. His entire body ached and throbbed. Breathing hurt. Slowly, his brown and blue eyes fluttered opened. He was lying on his stomach in the cell. At first, he tried to remember how he got there, why he was in so much pain... but it all came back in one very unpleasant wave and his back seemed to hurt even more. He groaned again, bracing his hands against the ground, preparing to push himself up, but he felt a gentle hand on his arm.
"You think it hurts now, you really don't want to be moving." came Gabriel's calm voice.
The calico paused, then sighed and let his arms relax at his sides again, wincing slightly. He heard the sound of dripping water and then felt a cool, wet rag placed on his back. He hissed in pain, but slowly it died down to the dull throbbing and felt just a little better. "Thanks...." He muttered.
Gabriel just gave that same sad smile. "He took it easy on you.... I wonder why?" He said after a pause.
Personal Pet - Part 6Personal Pet - Part 67 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kyle shuddered when he woke. He did not open his eyes. He really didn't want to. He didn't want to see the dark stone walls, the iron bars, the whip curled on the wall.... Any of it. But then he remembered Gabriel, weak and trembling... and let his eyes open slowly.
Gabriel sat in the corner. The sheet was clutched around him, his only covering. His knees were pulled to his chest and his red eyes staired dull and unseeing in front of him.
The calico groaned slightly as he slowly sat up. He had been lying on his side, to spare both his back and front the pain of the hard stone. Now his shoulder hurt.
Slowly, carefully, Kyle chanced moving his shoulders a little bit, but the action no longer sent driving waves of pain down his back. Though the flesh was still tender and sore, he was mercifully healing quickly.
This was what made cat demon's a hot item on a slave market. They healed fast. It made it all the easier to beat them within an inch
FragileI know that you're broken,Fragile2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And all your pieces are scattered,
I know that you're bruised,
And your pale skin is battered.
I can see the scars,
That you're trying to hide,
And I can see the hurt,
Burried beneath your pride.
You're barely holding together,
Your tattered, fraying threads,
The harder you try to keep it in,
The more the hole spreads.
Stop trying to battle alone,
When I'm here with sword in hand,
I can help you pick up the pieces,
There'll be nothing we can't withstand.
Don't give up the fight,
My friend who is so fragile,
Take my hand and let me hold you,
Let me love you for a while.
You think that it's not worth it,
And just want to give in,
So you run the blade down your arm,
Breaking your heavenly skin.
I wish that I could show you,
How much you mean to me,
But you just push me away,
And wallow in your debris.
Why can't you see what I see?
I think that you're amazing,
I love your scars, and your wounds,
And your eyes that are always blazing.
I am giving you my all,
After All..I am a flightless bird,After All..2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And that's alright.
It can't be helped,
My wings have been clipped.
But not out of love.
My wings were clipped out of fear,
A fear that there are things I cannot do.
So I watch you fly,
Fly fly fly.
You beautiful bird.
You're so colourful and bright,
I'm nothing but a background dull grey.
Go and fly,
No need to wait up.
I keep clipping my feathers because I don't think I'm ready to fly.
You can sing all your songs to me when you come home,
You keep learning new ones every time you fly.
And each time you fly,
You fly farther and higher.
And your at a point right now that when you fly,
I can't watch anymore.
And when you come home,
I'm happy your back.
But I'm also sad,
Because deep down I want to fly away with you.
And be with you all the time.
So from my cage I'll sing my songs to my self,
The same ones I've known since I was young.
I'm too scared to fly.
Personal Pet - Part 8Personal Pet - Part 87 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The next day, Kyle was once again awoken by the screech of the opening cell door. The calico was sitting in one corner, and he stayed there, pressing himself into the shadows, very slowly standing up on slightly cramped legs.
Gabriel, on the other side of the cell, did the same, though he was not trying to make himself as invisable as possible in the corner, like Kyle.
Caine's silver eyes passed only briefly over Kyle, then fixed on the albino cat as the vampire moved towards the cat demon. Gabriel's eyes shifted down to the floor slightly, his ears tilting back in fear, but he made no move of retreat. In fact, he took a couple of slow steps forward, away from the wall.
The vampire stopped only an inch from the boy, his hands grasping the albino's hips and pulling him in to close the small gap between their bodies. Gabriel made no sound of protest, but his red eyes finally drifted up to meet Caine's silver ones.
"You need to feed, Master
Darren's adventures 7*they're still six!*Darren's adventures 74 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Darren: *sighs* I'm bored.
Evra: I am too...
Darren: What should we do?
Evra: *gasps dramaticly* We should go around and sell sweets! 8D
Evra: Why not? This chapter needs us to do something.
Darren: Good point...Ok lets go!
Darren/Evra: *randomly have sweets in a wagon*
Darren: Who first?
Evra: Mika! He's always happy to see us!
Darren: Yeah!*knocks door*
Mika: *opens it and groans* Dear lord...If I see you one more time, I'll have a heart attack!
Darren: We love you too silly! 8D
Mika: *rolls eyes*
Evra: Would you like some sweets Mika?!
Mika: No, I don't trust you with food...like when you threw that apple on Halloween.
Darren: ...You remember that?
Evra: Come on! PWEASE!!!!!
Mika: Ok! Give me anything I guess...
Evra: How bout a big ch-Darren where's the cake?
Darren: *chocolate around his mouth**shrugs*
Evra: Did you eat it?
Darren: *shakes head*...*smiles and nods*
Evra: Uh...How b-
Evra: Next door we go!
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
Personal Pet - Part 7Personal Pet - Part 77 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Several days passed and Kyle's back healed almost completely. The two cat demons only saw the vampire when food and water was brought to them. Kyle always avoided his eyes. For two reasons.
The first was simply because the vampire's gaze alone would send a shudder down Kyle's spine. Cold, cruel and intence, it was impossible to hold his silver gaze. Kyle hated to be intimidated by a mere glance, but to get no reaction, he simply had to look away.
The second was that Kyle had figured out something extreamly important. Or, rather, Gabriel had learned it, long ago, and told Kyle about it. Caine could only controll another's mind and actions if he made eye contact for a few moments first. Even though the vampire had only used it once on him and Gabriel said it was uncommon for Caine to use much mind-controll, Kyle still didn't feel much like risking it.
But on the seventh day after Kyle's "punishment", Caine's footsteps were heard coming tow
Character Development QuizYour character is in a stable relationship of some description (if they are not in a relationship in the canon of your story, assume this hypothetically). Your character discovers that their partner has been cheating on them. How does your character react?Character Development Quiz4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
(Ideas: Does your character panic or assume it was a misunderstanding? Will their feelings change as they "cool off"? Will they storm out without a backwards glance or seek resolution? Would they forgive their partner?)
Does your character hold any religious or otherwise existential beliefs? If so, what inspired them to hold those beliefs? If not, why?
If you asked your character what his/her favorite color is, what would they say? Is there any reason they resonate with that particular color?
Does your character have any deep-seated fears? Do these fears motivate how your character acts in his/her day-to-day life?
(Ideas: Mentioning phobias are OK, but think beyond phobias. Does your character wo
Personal Pet - Part 3Personal Pet - Part 37 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cell door screeched open, jerking Kyle from the little sleep he had managed to get. The calico was instantly on his feet, backed slightly against the far wall, but Gabriel stood more slowly, his red eyes fixed on the vampire.
But Caine didn't even aknowledge Gabriel was there. His swirling silver eyes were fixed on Kyle. The cat demon shuddered at the calm, unpleasant smirk that seemed to hold a lot of forboding for him. The calico adverted his eyes down to the floor, unable to hold the vampire's piercing, cold gaze.
Kyle felt cool fingertips brush his cheek and he gasped and recoiled, staring up at the vampire that now stood before him, silent and smirking. Kyle had only glanced down for a mere second.
The vampire had the poor cat demon pinned to the wall in the blink of an eye. The calico bit back a small whimper as a long-clawed held his chin gently, forcing him to keep his eyes on Caine's. The vampire smirked, and without a word,
EnigmaI am the saintEnigma2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are the sinner
I am the loser
You are the winner
I am the storm
You are the calm
I am the chafe
You are the balm
I wear your thoughts
You eat my soul
I'm all in pieces
You are my whole
I long for peace
You adore war
I am your virgin
You are my whore
I steal emotion
You live for reason
I am too loyal
You thrive on treason
I break your heart
You bleed my mind
You say I'm gentle
You're cruel to be kind
Things Fallout 3 Has Taught Me1. You can punch someone till they explode. Like Kenshiro.Things Fallout 3 Has Taught Me5 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. Everyone, EVERYONE, in DC wears identical underwear
3. Shooting someone in the arm may cause their head and legs to fly off too.
4. You can talk computers into blowing themselves up.
5. Anonymousity comes at a price.
6. You can make a bear fly by shooting it.
7. Decapitation, as juvenile and cliched as it seems, will NEVER get old.
8. You can absorb enough radiation to power a small town.
8a. Drinking irradiated water doesn't make you lose hair and start pissing blood.
9. Children are immune to everything.
10. Taste hasn't changed in 260 years.
11. You can take a missile to the face and live.
12. None of the McDonald's or Starbucks in DC survived the nuclear war.
13. It's okay to eat 200 year old instant mashed potatoes.
14. That Lance bloke from Oblivion has a brother in DC.
16. Every badguy in the post-apocalyptic world is a punk (also confirmed by Mad Max and Hokuto no Ken)
17. You need training
author story and requestAuthor’s name: Martaauthor story and request2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Story chosen: Echo of the Past
The author I chose goes by an interesting penname, Kyoux. She was born in Ostrode, Poland, May 17, 1989. She still lives in Poland to this day, which made it interesting when talking to her, especially due to time zone differences. As a foreign writer to the US, her writing is very intriguing due to the diversity and cultural differences. Kyoux has a unique style when writing and seeing her take on things as well as the perspective she gives is very entertaining. She has been writing for many years but never really started to write an actual story of her own until around age 16, or so she says in my interview with her. You could say the story I chose to write about is the second real story she’s written for public eyes. Kyoux has done a very good job of conveying character emotions to the readers, has interesting compelling and deep backgrounds for each character, as well as a complex yet heartfelt plot that sh
sci-fi stories about the end of the world1.sci-fi stories about the end of the world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the species invents prophecies
all of which contain terrors
a beleaguered sun collapses into itself
It's not yet night when the committee interrupts the regularly scheduled programming
and describes the inertia as unforgivable.
Outside the grief, the cardboard:
Every time you teach a computer about distance
the terrorists win.
In every scenario: No colorado left,
and survivors leave messages
for the future.
Before the last people on Earth forgot how to speak,
he thought of that day.
The committee was right
to describe space as an absence.
The more artistic
of the species' prophecies include fields
such as here and there
relative to the everywhere of the other thing.
The other thing is often the cause
of whatever terror has been imagined.
The terror, of course, being another word for nothingness.
someone is remembering the pacific-
a maniac fires his rifle into a crowd
later, the news interviews a woman,
"All i remember are balloons"
they say this is w
[De]Humanized [In]SanityWhen you're looking up at me[De]Humanized [In]Sanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and down at yourself, do you feel unwell?
Your faith is yours,
Your belief is yours,
I'm not part of the meaning,
I'm not part of the reason,
This is you, this is yours.
Had to steal myself back,
My skull is grated and I'm on the attack,
If I desired to see a distorted reflection of myself,
I'd look into a mirror not at someone else.
I am not a hero or a savior,
I won't be dehumanized by these lies,
I won't lose my mind as I know that I am,
Just myself and nothing else.
Are we so weak?
Are we so lost?
The condition is revolting,
And it takes a high price and toll,
Buying morality and selling broken souls.
Will you find yourself?
Will you fight for yourself?
This war is for justice,
This war is for truth,
I'll fight to change,
This apathetic and motionless view
Scream it out loud, what will you do?
When will you make a move?
old and time-weathered soul.Emily liked to imagine that she was from a different time.old and time-weathered soul.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She’d sit on her bed and smooth out the covers, fold the sheets with crisp lines and perfect, symmetrical shapes. She’d place the chipped tea cup on the bookshelf and push back the linen curtains. But she would never open her eyes. No, you see, because if she did, she would have to see the traffic that buzzed like summer bees below her and the water stain dripping down the side of her window. She’d have to admit that outside, reality was not what she wished, and, frankly, she wasn’t ready to stop pretending.
So, instead, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the cool glass. She imagined that beyond the four walls she called home, there were open moors and grass that swept against ankle and calf and then inner knee. She imagined that trees draped over the sides of a porch and that her Labrador was free to run amongst the unfenced wild yonder. She imagined gentle whickering coming from the n