Baringa's StoryBaringa's Story4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There is only one person who will look after you. Yourself. So that's why I had to go. And it's for the best. I think. So, here I am, in the dark, menacing wood, soaked to the bone. But I keep on trotting. Because I have to.
Suddenly, I felt a torrent of pain surging through my rear-left flank. I spun around and was confronted by a massive grey stallion. "You're mine now." He demanded.
"Umm, no thanks," I replied sweetly, before turning to continue on my journey.
"You're not going anywhere!" He roared before nipping my flank again.
"Ow!" I whined, "ok, fine! I'll come with you." He turned around, trotted off in another direction, and I followed. We headed through the woods for what seemed like a lifetime. He turned his head often, to check I was still there, and I could have sworn I'd seen him before
Eventually, we left the wood and the ugly, grey stallion started to canter. Now I was in the fresh air, I could smell other horses. He slowed as we got close to the top of a vall
Amber Pools - the whole storyAmber Pools - the whole story11 years ago in Teen More Like This
Prelude: Dream of Me
I'm not sure how I ended up in front of the church, but at the moment it didn't seem to matter. I stood at the foot of the stone steps in a deep blue fitted gown. Blue? What happened to black? Well guessed I must not be there for a funeral... With blue flowers in my hair and a white rose in my hand, I wandered through the large wooden doors, hoping I looked like I belonged. I'm not sure why the sudden impulse to go there, I just knew that I had to.
No one seemed to notice me as I made my way through the church halls. I walked easily, letting my feet guide me as if I had been there many times before. I came to a chapel decorated with pink delicate roses. How nauseating. I slipped into the back pew and placed my rose beside me. Things were making little sense. I looked around me, not recognizing anyone. Why was I in a church at a wedding?
Good Morning, Crystal Beach! (Request)Good Morning, Crystal Beach! (Request)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Good Morning, Crystal Beach! Today, it looks like it will be smokin’ hot at 92°, so don’t forget to put on some sunscreen, hit the beach, and enjoy yourselves! With that being said, continue to enjoy the rest of this fine morning by listening to these summer classics on 93.8 Platinum.”
I groan as I get out of bed. Besides not having a good night’s sleep, I’ll also have to endure an entire day of heat. Shrugging, I turn off my radio and head off to my kitchen.
As I make myself some breakfast, I decide on what I want to do. I could always stick it out inside by watching TV or browsing the internet, but then again, I’ve been quite the shut-in lately. I haven’t seen or talked to my friends lately, nor have I gone out just to have fun.
I look out of my window, and I sigh. Though I don’t live right on the beach, it’s only about
Depression Kills..You left me alone with my thoughtsDepression Kills..1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
For one day or more
You left me to survive on my own
But you never asked if I needed you
I couldn't help but to wonder
At least in my own mind
Was there something wrong with me?
Was there something I left behind.
You never asked if I was okay
But I swore 100 times
You never kissed away the pain
Or at least asked me why!
I wonder if there is something wrong with me
If I am really dead,
for the emotions are killing me
I just wish I was dead
But at least you stop me from killing myself
least I think that's the plan
Because for once you said you loved me
But sometimes I think it's in my head...
Fingernails, Please“Fingernails, please.”Fingernails, Please1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl smacked her gum, fussed with her hair a little, and turned her attention back to her phone. After a few seconds she glanced up again, clearly irritated: “Well?”
“Right. Um.” Thomas suppressed the urge to look at the fingernails she was currently wearing. “Color?”
“Green. Do you have something in a sort of limey chartreuse, maybe?”
“Uh, yeah, the list's over here –” But his customer had turned her full attention back to the phone, and was clearly ignoring him. Thomas cleared his throat. “Do you want lime, or chartreuse?”
“Uh... yeah, lime. Sure.”
Thomas winced. The long ones were always worst. “I'll be right back.”
He had 18 mm lime in stock, still in their larval stage, pale and wriggling under the blue light of the stasis chamber. He tried hard not to look at them too closely as he de
drowning with himthere’s this boy i work with.drowning with him1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
he is five.
he wears long sleeves
and shorts with holes in them
that are only kept together with
small clothespins and thin threads.
his hair is always cut close
to his skin, though his bangs are left
just long enough so it covers his eyes
and i know no one can see them.
but i always watch him.
only sometimes i will allow myself
to watch over someone else, even though i know
this boy will only continue to follow me.
he asks me to play,
he asks me to speak,
and sometimes, he even asks me
to hold his hand.
they are always cold and strong,
with calluses and chipped nails
that dig rough into my skin,
and his voice is always hard ice,
roaring like pounding hail through a storm.
but most of the time, he fights.
he hurts the other boys. they are small
and they fight over pieces of chalk,
over shovels and pales and who gets to play
on the swings, but they throw punches
like i’ve seen adults do.
sometimes i look at them
and i see the ripple of muscle,
Awaken, QueenAwaken, Queen5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
O, Queen of the Blue Afternoon;
Flower-crowned and immaculate-clad.
Do you dream that you drift, forever,
Caught in seas that move as the moon wills?
Perhaps you are held, unknowing.
But you can't be bound, a child, forever.
SavantsThe shooting star livesSavants2 weeks ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
just a moment's glory ablaze
across starry skies.
Whipped and AfraidShall I give you my very best?Whipped and Afraid1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or better yet, my all?
Shall I stain my hands to save you?
Or shall I tremble to a screeching halt..
These hands are meant to build, to conquer all pain
But what can I do when you cause such distain...
I bet it's to see you smile,
If for a moment or not at all
But that's the sickness of being so perfect
For you're the woman who decided to wreck it.
You were the cause of all doubt
The pain, the witness
But to see your smile is my only weakness
For you knew my pleasures, my wonders and pain
You knew what made me a man while still choking me with your chains
Demyx's Aqua PistolsIt was a very boring Tuesday afternoon in The Castle That Never Was. Dangerously boring. Demyx sighed, shuffling through the hallway of the castle. Theres nothing to do he whined. Im so bored, I cant stand it He heard slight noises coming from Xigbars room. Hmmm Maybe Xiggy has something fun for me to do he thought, wandering over to the Freeshooters den.Demyx's Aqua Pistols8 years ago in Humor More Like This
He cracked open the door, and peeked inside. Xigbar had on headphones, and was bobbing his head slightly to the beat. He was chewing gum, and had his head tilted in concentration as he aimed one of his guns at a little outline of a person pinned up on the wall. Target practice, no doubt.
Demyx strode in. Xigbar ! he called. Xigbar didnt hear him. He shot a few times at the drawings head. He was a little off. Huffing angrily, he took aim again.
Xiiiiiiiiig-baaaaaaaar! Demyx shouted, a little louder
Love Is A VerbLove Is A Verb1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kiss each little green head as they sleep.
Worry of what may happen if they wake before you return.
Leave anyway because there is no one else and love is a verb.
Shiver against the bitter cold midnight.
Traipse through miles of muck and refuse.
Climb upward with exhaustion in each step and supplies at your back.
Check at every sewer grate for lost coins or the occasional dollar.
Expose yourself to the dangers of the surface world.
Worry what would happen to them if you were ever caught.
Go on anyway because there is no one else and love is a verb.
Slip silently through shadows and allies.
Rummage all night through dumpsters and trash bins.
Gather aluminum cans, salvageable blankets and half eaten scraps for your own meal.
Disguise your mutated body under a found coat and hat.
Find the homeless man who doesn't look up and do
Back BiteIf you think that you can beat me with your fakery,Back Bite2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't let you break or put me down; I'm a landmine!
And if you think that you can ever silence this deal,
Then sew your lips shut, while I show you what's real!
You live inside your fairytale world,
And you're ever right.
Think that you can cloud us with this fantasy?
I will show you venom and I will show you poison,
I will spit you verse that is as raw as its poignant
So why don't you sit back, arms flat, relax;
Let a new man take control of the apex!
And if you think that you can touch with flower-kissed verses,
I will take your dreams and I'll turn them into curses;
Don't think that you can fake a writer who's real,
Or I might have to show you how the real dark feels!
101412PARALLAX101412PARALLAX12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
per aspera, ad astra.
to the angel of the halls of time:
in the space of those untold-thousand terminal
heartbeats silent; the treetop sunbeams gliding
some forest thaw in spring where he was static
bled like ruin and heather in the cloudshperes
she danced not far, and whether or not she felt
the dynamic of weathered-storm skyshallow, yet
untired he moved to make not a sound and thus
was fashioned the beginning of an end
Duality of DespairDarkness calls forth my deepest desires,Duality of Despair4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
making me tremble with need.
The song of blade and blood,
the trigger of despair-
Nothing can deter my sorrow.
Light beckons back,
but Darkness calls forward.
Forever I sway between the two.
Is there a way to appease my inner demons?
Can Light really dispel years of inner scars?
I want to know.
Can I change the person I've been for so long?
Can I be remade to Shine?
How can I have self worth,
when I know I'll never be enough?
Why a mistake like me was called into being is beyond my knowledge.
All I've desired is to undo the mistake that is me.
Is there another way?
A way to earn my life?
A way to deserve to live?
For so long I have felt unworthy.
Even now I cannot understand.
Others see something or someone within me.
Someone to care about or admire.
When I look inside,
Darkness and shattered pieces are all I see.
I can love,
but accepting love is harder.
I can hate,
but only myself.
The eternal question of why haunts me.
Why am I here?
Dragon Ball Z: Pride Before A Fall - 6Dragon Ball Z: Pride Before A Fall - 62 years ago in Romance More Like This
It happened again. He didn’t see it coming, it’d been so long – so many months since these terrors had visited him. But it happened all the same: the nightmares. Vegeta found himself sprinting through an endless abyss, chasing after a golden light. It blazed and burned just out of reaching, mocking him.
“No!” Vegeta screamed, “You will be mine! You will be mine!!!”
Suddenly, the golden light rushed at him, and he thought it would at last be his! But instead, it washed over him, burning his flesh and torturing him. Vegeta grabbed his head and screamed at the top of his lungs, fighting against this inescapable pain. But then he felt something on his face. Something that felt like...
“Come on! Come on!” Bulma cried, sitting on Vegeta’s chest and slapping hi