ACT Character SarahACT Character Sarah3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Full Name: Sarah Jane Swinson
Meaning of name: God is Gracious or Gracious Princess
Nickname(s): Long Jane (like long john ) but mostly goes by the name of Sarah
Date of Birth: August 27, 1992 (set in our time)
Place of Birth: Ursidia
Languages spoken: English and a little bit of Spanish
Native language: English
Ethnicity: uhmm, bear?
Orientation/Sexual Preference: Straight
Chinese Zodiac: Year o' the Monkey
IQ: I guess pretty good?
Religion: Christian , Independent Baptist
Residence: Anywhere the galaxies lead me but for now it is Montressor Spaceport
Occupation: Just graduated from bos'n to a Quartermaster
Education: Homeschooled by virtual classroom of PCA. (Pensacola Christian academy)
Blood type: Idk..?
Mental state: I should hope that it is relatively good…
Mental disorder: None
LonelinessLooking at the ceilingLoneliness2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
night after night
waiting in vain
for a hopeful ray of light
I keep telling myself
to hold on to life
there must be deeper reasons
for all that endless strife.
Trying to devise
a bunch of tricks and schemes
to feed my hungry loneliness
with treats of boring themes
I'm getting filled with hopelessness
and pain in my heart
because of some unknown
and unjustified act.
Waiting for a letter
a knock on my door
a voice on the telephone
I'd never ask for more
I hear the time's rush
breaking my existence
forcing me to the slavery
of fatal subsistence.
And when I turn the lights off
to start the ghostly sounds
revive the fictive shadows
and sleep with strange bounds
I imagine your face
inside a misty frame
smiling at me again
my heartbeat's fast refrain.
RavenousBones. You saw them before you even saw her.Ravenous8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The all-too-visible quiver of her jaundiced skin
tightening over well-kept secrets; skeletal protrusions.
Above all, I noticed her sarcastic slouch, vertebrae sticking out in a slump.
She would persist, boasting of womanly fullness while the emaciated truth
jutted out at her pelvis.
She wasn’t just hungry, she was ravenous.
The New PlaceThese are the new walllsThe New Place2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and this is the ceiling, The old chairs,
a cupboard, a moth; recently deseased.
I am frightened of the unfamiliar furniture,
someone elses dust,
and those who would sense my fear.
Now I am hiding under a borrowed table
with no sense of belonging,
both wanted and needed.
This is what I have wanted all along,
This freedom, this independence,
I have wanted to be here;
I think through my tears.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,Solace1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,Life is but a Dream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Kiss It All BetterThe old man rocked on the rocking chair; back, forth, back, forth... The sound creaked into his ear drums, tapping against his rickety bones, taunting him... He still wore the white and red attire; the hood had fallen from his head, revealing the gray hair that was once a sienna-brown color. His brown eyes were empty and lifeless, filled with the distant ring of pain that sang against his heart and soul. Playing back were the nightmares of what had haunted from the day of the lost from ever forward. It was like a cold blade tracing the veins of his body, so close to the kill, but teasing for the savoring.Kiss It All Better3 years ago in Settings More Like This
In his dreams, she had cried that for him to save her; make everything better.
The Apple of Eden sat like a stone in his hand; his worst enemy, and the death of him. Imaginary prison bars surrounded him, preventing any life to enter and save him. But no one should save him. No one could...
The apple fell from his hand, clattering to the ground with a silent thump.
Accidents Can Happen-Ch 22I woke up, feeling a wee bit uncomfortable.Accidents Can Happen-Ch 224 years ago in Drama More Like This
That's when I realized last night was fucking amazing. It wasn't our first time, but it was my first time being the fuckee instead of the fucker.
We're going to have to do this more often. I reached over to the bedside table, careful not to wake Andy, and turned the TV on. I searched the channels and finally landed it on HBO.
"I'm so tired of Sookie and her unbelievably stupid name, and her precious fairy vagina!" I heard Pam wail. I turned the volume down as Andy stirred by my side.
"Are you watching True Blood?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah," I said, smiling.
"Eric is hot as fuck. So is Alcide, but I like Eric better." He sat up beside me and I laughed. "What?"
"Nothing. I just agree with you." Now it was his turn to laugh.
"Did you enjoy last night?" He asked, letting his hand rest on my chest.
I blushed, "Yes, we're going to have to do that more often." He smiled, pushing his lips on mine for a light good morning kiss.
What Is Life?What is life and what is living?What Is Life?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is life and what's worth giving?
Is there purpose to my breathing?
Is there purpose when I'm seething?
I demand to know!
I have every right!
I have come too far to be turned away!
I demand an answer!
I can't sleep at night!
I've come from afar and not for delay!
I demand to know why I exist and why I am here!
I just want to grow and live without fear!
I demand to know my destiny, yet I'm not a seer,
But even though that is so I still have my spear
Of knowledge, of wisdom and gain
To carry with me until slain!
I have my spirit in my flesh and I summon rain
To fall on us all and unleash the pain!
InterventionHe let himself in through an unlocked window, following a cool breeze and far-away barking dogs. The window squeaked a bit as he eased it open, fractured moonlight scattering across a dark tableau of shadows.Intervention3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The floor creaked beneath his boots as he stood, surveying the scene. There she was: the girl he'd come to see. Seated at her desk, head down, backlit by the gentle blue cast of an open laptop. It was so peaceful, but he'd been summoned because of recent violence done here. He sniffed experimentally: blood, cordite, something else ah, honeysuckle. He liked that smell. Despite himself he smiled a little as he eased closer for a look.
Her name was April. He'd known that before he'd come. Some of her personal details were tickling his memory even now, but he preferred a more hands-on approach like, the laptop. He eased it from its place on the desk, disconnecting
I Feel.I feel confused.I Feel.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I feel pained.
I feel forgotten.
I feel useless.
I feel hopeless.
I feel lost.
I feel despaired.
I feel like I’m never going to get over this.
I feel like I’m never going to get over you.
My Darling ClaireI found the first note in February. February 15th, to be more precise. It was my 13th birthday. I had spent the whole day celebrating at the lake house with Jenny. Mom had asked if I wanted to have a big party and presents instead of just inviting Jenny and Dave to come over, but I kept telling her that it was fine. I can still remember the way she ran her hand down the side of my pale cheeks, and brushed her fingers through my brunette streaks contrasting with the sun kissed blonde locks of hair that fell in front of my face. I can still call to mind the look she gave me, and how she complemented the rich chocolate shade of brown that filled my irises. Ignoring her compliments, I kept telling her that presents didn't matter. Dave and Jenny were my very best friends, and I just wanted to have some fun with them. And even though Dave couldn't make it, it was still a great day. At least Dave was able to come over and hang out a bit the day before.My Darling Claire3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jenny and I had such a great
Here With YouYou're right on the edge,Here With You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you don't want to fall.
You're grasping in the air,
For anything at all.
Finally you find,
A place in my hand.
I begin to pull,
Bring you onto land.
Don't you worry.
You're safe here.
You'll be okay.
There's nothing to fear.
I see you crying.
You think of the end.
You feel so alone,
But I will be your friend.
Just talk with me.
You can even cry.
Just tell me everything.
Please don't be shy.
I just want you to smile.
I know it's tough to do.
Please just remember,
That I am here with you.
In Memory of Leonard NimoyI saw your story on the news today.In Memory of Leonard Nimoy7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Kinda took my breath away
Made my heart stop
They told your history, your life
In their ever stoic tone
They showed your picture.
Then just like you, it was gone
But before it faded out
The anchor held a note
They said your name
And then they read
The last words that you wrote
A life is like a garden
Perfect moments can be had
But not preserved
Except in memory
Today, the needs of the many
Outweigh the needs of the few.
But the only thing we truly need
Is someone like you
To heal us with your kindness
And warm us with your love
So let it fall just like a pouring rain
From Heaven up above
And when we struggle through our hard times
And we can barely cope
From somewhere up above we'll hear
Those lovely words you spoke.
A life is like a garden
Perfect moments can be had
But not preserved
Except in memory
Oh I'll live long and prosper
And let my garden grow.
And leave something
Care IICare II4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Minerva must have fallen asleep because she was woken up by the sound of something glass hitting the ground.
Shooting up from the chair she grabbed her wand and looked wildly around the room. Still a bit groggy she walked across the room and stood by his bed trying to adjust to the light she cast a simple spell to reignite the fire.
Once she could see at least somewhat she began to examine him. Only to be almost knocked over when his arm shot out and tried to grab the glass of water from the side of the bed, nearly knocking over another one of the potion filled vials.
Minerva quickly caught the vial before turning to Severus.
"Severus, are you finally awake?"
Fevered black eyes stared back at him "no I'm sleeping with my eyes open, it's truly a useful skill." Minerva bristled really did he always have to be so sarcastic? It was fairly off settling.
"How are you feeling?"
Severus glared up at her "fine. Now you can go. Go back to your precious Gryffindor's surely they are lost wi
CareCare4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Severus woke up with a groan.
His head was pounding. His whole body ached. He was sure he had some bruising along his ribs if they weren't broken, and he was almost sure they were and he couldn't fix it because of his lack of knowledge in healing.
The only way to know for sure is with a visit to Poppy and the witch hadn't wanted anything to do with him in months, going as far as to tell him not to come to the hospital wing unless he was bleeding to death. Or to not even come then.
He could not go to see her.
Sighing he pushed himself up slowly, only to be greeted with a wave of dizziness, and a jolt in his stomach that had him nearly tripping over his own feet to get to the lavatory.
Five minutes later he emerged pale and sweating, his thin white shirt was soaked through and his hair was in complete disarray, more so then normal.
It was settled he was sick.
Sitting on the edge of his bed he laid his head in his hands he was tempted to not leave his chambers at all
FragilityWe hold up our heads and look so strong,Fragility3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I am certain we are not what we seem:
We are nothing but breakable bodies
And far too fragile dreams.
With frail paper skin soaked with ink,
And bones just made of glass;
Cracked with every single hope
That does not come to pass.
Dying WishThe little boy came to her as she died. She lay flat in a hospital bed, was surrounded by hospital machinery, hissing and beeping the way hospital machines do. The boy was nude, and glowed faintly, as if he were a poorly matted special effect.Dying Wish3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Are you an angel?" she gasped out. It was hard to breathe, even harder to talk, and she was certain it came out slurred. But he smiled just the same, shook his head.
"No. What's an angel?"
Despite herself, she chuckled an awful sound. He moved in close, took her hand, waited for her wracking cough to subside. His hand was small and warm in hers; she gripped it as hard as she could, which was not hard at all, grateful for the warmth of contact.
"But I'm dying. You're here to take me, aren't you?"
"No. I'm just here." He cocked his head quizzically. "What's it like to die?"
Oh brother. She clos
EternityEternity4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Don't go towards the light.'
It's amusing to consider how mankind always attempts a grasp at the unknown, pointlessly peddling their theories on one another in a endless struggle to understand what, simply put, cannot be understood. Perhaps we should consider that the mind is not yet capable of comprehending the concept of 'undefined,' just as it cannot truly grasp the idea of infinity or true nothingness
Regardless, the way we go about it, you would think there was a bright silver path waiting for us on the other side. That when our brush with death becomes more than a passing touch there must be some clear moment for us to decide 'to go, or not to go?'
But no and now, looking back, I don't fathom how I could ever have believed that.
I remember the feeling only too well, like being suspended in warm nothingness, held firm in all directions by a gentler force than gravity. By t
The Error of My Ways.The Error of My Ways.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to where the die was cast.
Arise, reluctant to bare witness
to what unfolds.
Back where I believed,
like some arrogant fool,
that the good of the outcome,
outweighed the erroneous methods.
My delusions have turned so vivid
that they become commonplace
with my reality,
running hand in hand
towards my downfall
as a friendly face in the crowd...
A ContradictionHe watches her, intensely, avidly, passionately, and the more he does, he realizes- knows- that she is changing; becoming someone different for every person she meets. One moment she is laughing, superior, intelligent; tossing her hair back and laughing at the world who cannot hope to keep up with her. She meets the other's eyes unashamedly, radiant with confidence. The next- she is shy, timid, downcast eyes and a faint blush on her cheeks.A Contradiction6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He wants- longs- to tell her that she doesn't need to change. But the words are caught, stuck in his throat, and he finds he has nothing to give her. The air seems still around her, the oxygen seemingly vanished from the way his breath catches when he is near her. He can't look away from her, and he can't bear to look at her, wondering if there was ever any truth- honesty- in her. He knows so much about her: her lips are so often chapped from when she bites them, her hair so often in disarray from when she brushes it out of her