Sweet Possibilities Ch 1Chapter 1: One Samhain NightSweet Possibilities Ch 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Sarah, can I have your extra candy?”
“Of course, Toby. Tomorrow. Right now, you need to go to bed.”
“But I want to play with the goblins.”
“Tomorrow, Tobes. They’ll be back. Besides, I remember them saying that there is a special party Underground tonight, so they’re probably at that.”
Sarah leaned in and kissed her little step-brother on the forehead before heading to the door.
“Will you go?”
Sarah stopped for a moment to consider Toby’s question. She could be honest. At this point, why not?
“Yes, I’m going. The Goblin King said that he got me a special dress for tonight.”
“Can I go with you?” Toby said as he yawned.
“Not tonight, Squirt. When you’re older.”
“Of course. This is my first one so I can
It Isn't Wrong...I used your words to form an apologyIt Isn't Wrong...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I didn’t know another way
To make you acknowledge me
But I’m still here, you know
As much as I was a year ago
I’m going in blind and taking shots in the dark
But I’m pulling every word from the bottom of my heart
I’ve had a lot of time to see things straight
You’re someone that I love, that I could never hate
That’s why every time I tried forgetting about you
I couldn’t force myself to do what I had to do
Now I can see your pain, I’m sorry I put you through it
If there was one thing I could change
You know that I would undo it
I don’t want to live, I don’t want to breathe
The reason we’re like this is all because of me
I don’t want you to be yet another closing door
You think I could care less, darling, I couldn’t care more
Take away from this all the evidence you need
I miss you just as much as you say you miss me
I want this forced silence to come to
There's a placeThere's a place where even evil ones fear to treadThere's a place3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are infant's bodies buried beneath damp earth
And full of pedophiles shallow mass grave
So that the crows can take out their eyes
They are not dead yet, they shall suffer for years
Do you know that smell?
Yes, that's a one you can't mistake
Sweet and sour, drilling into your brain
It's a smell of decomposing corpses
One you will never forget
And the sight, dark and rotten,
A world that has decayed
There are bone trees with leafs of flesh
With petty little thieves sitting beneath them
Eyes bulging out, scared of that place
It's the graveyard of the murdered
Of deserved death
There's a place which carries a threat
A place in which you don't want to ever step
That place is in my head
92. InnocenceI crouch on the floor,92. Innocence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As if angered by my weakness.
My mind runs in circles.
So very impractical
But so very grown-up
A disheveled vampire's white
That fades to a permanent blush.
I get up, continuing my little walk of the day
That seems to become a journey
Then a quest
Then a forced march
Until I enter the cool solitude of my home.
I shut the door
Sitting down carefully,
Bruised in the soul.
And I look down at my hands
And the anger flares up
All over again, my brain set in overdrive.
My tattered flag.
The flag named innocence.
It is little more
Than a scrap of what could never be.
artificialsweet french vanilla.artificial3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
white tea. pills in my bedroom.
take them all. i'm free
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
1. IntroductionWho am I?1. Introduction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask myself this question over and over.
I can't remember much that happened before I was found.
It's just blank.
Like a veil of thick fog covering everything in front of me.
No matter how close I look, it never clears.
I try and try to find out what happened, but no luck.
I ask the man who found me.
He doesn't know.
Says he will help.
I ask his sister.
She doesn't know.
Says not to worry.
I go back to where I was found, to see if anything triggers a memory.
A flash, a thought, a sign.
A day goes by.
I go back to where I was found.
I walk through the sand.
I hear the gulls.
I feel the wind.
I see the rain coming.
Art TherapyI'll fill the hole you leftArt Therapy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with vibrant colour
familiar ochre, painting
the words I failed to write,
because those words now
have another task,
a grander task,
to fill the gaps on this
white blank page.
This hole you left is cold,
dull, lifeless, silent,
so I'll brighten it, cover it,
shout into it, play the notes
you taught me to liven it,
sneak into it in the dead of night,
with a stencil and a spray can
to leave a permanent mark
this permanent art
on every moment we're apart.
Phantom Itch"Patients also frequently complain that the phantom is painful. The incidence of severe pain is such that it poses a major clinical problem The origin of phantom pain is no less mysterious than the origin of phantoms themselves, although there is certainly no shortage of speculation."Phantom Itch4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-V. S. Ramachandran and William Hirstein, "The perception of phantom limbs. The D. O. Hebb lecture."
"Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."
Blood and metal and glass.
Jaws of life.
Lights and sirens.
Love and Eighth-Grade ScienceMy loveLove and Eighth-Grade Science3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is like white light,
comprised of the entire color spectrum,
but for now it has been diffused into its original components
by the prism you have set forth.
The colors are brilliant but aimless,
mere echoes between empty walls.
is like potential energy, waiting
to be converted to kinetic energy,
at top speed and with incredible momentum.
but first, you have to push.
Persevere Chapter TenPerseverePersevere Chapter Ten7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I think you more than anyone in this entire world could understand what Im going to tell you. But I just want you to know, that no matter what Ive said in the past, I would never want you dead. What you did was partly because of me. No it was because of me. It was all my fault. I dont think I could ever forgive myself for what you tried to do, because if I had been just a little stronger if I was half as strong as you are none of this wouldnt have happened. You wouldnt have gone to Camp New Grace. You and I would have never fought. And you wouldnt have jumped and moved to New York.
Speaking of which, I feel obligated to tell you whats going to in South Park, since youre no longer with us. I guess, in some ways, you were lucky to get out of this dead end town. The last time I talked with Kenny was while you were in the hospital. I cant apologize enough for not coming to visit y
Wendy And Bebe Kill KennyWendy shuddered as she felt Bebe's cold hand slid up her shirt, and clench tightly onto her left breast. The two girls were outside in the back lot of the school, trying to 'make up for lost time'. They had been secretly seeing each other for a while now, and Wendy still didn't have the heart to break the news to Stan. Although, Bebe wasn't about to let that damn fool Stan keep her from fulfilling her sexual urges.Wendy And Bebe Kill Kenny7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bebe closed her eyes as she led a trail of kisses up along Wendy's neck, until it finally met with the raven-haired girl's lips. Wendy let out a soft moan, and her beret toppled off her head and plopped onto the floor, where it was soon forgotten. Pressing her body up against the brick wall, Wendy tried to keep dominance in the passionate twisting of tongues, but she was beginning to lose her control.
'Augh...she's...really damn good at kissing...how am I supposed to beat her? Damn bitch...' Wendy had to admit.
"Mmm...Wendy...you taste so good...my sweet little cherry..." Be
Bipolar DisorderI am a victim of a shadow named fourteenBipolar Disorder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
Fourteen human figures without a face… they attack my soul
And everybody’s staring at me without an honest reason.
I am a victim of the people of the world
Who only want to hurt me, and my innocent family
Terrified of the ones around me, even those I love
When a nightmare becomes my reality.
I can’t take a shower without peeking outside the curtain
And I can’t close my eyes when I wash my hair
Because I’m horrified, afraid that when I open them
I’ll see somebody with a bloody face angrily standing there.
Sometimes I unlock the doors and then lock them again
And to be honest, I’m not completely sure why
And I can’t go upstairs at night, because what if there’s a fire?
I won’t be able to make it out in time.
I am a victim of a shadow named fourteen
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
And somehow, ou
Peeling AwayMy girlfriend's an animal in bed.Peeling Away4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'd only been with one girl before, and she was all soft curves, no corners. She wanted roses and candlelight, soft kisses and indie music.
Mina leaves scratches down my back that she denies in the morning. Mina tells me to bite her in places other people won't see, because she likes bruises. Mina takes her steak so rare I never believe it's cooked.
She has panic attacks during the new moon; she's never told me anything about her past. I've never asked her questions. I never push. Secrets are part of life. And I always knew she'd tell me when she was ready.
Mina waited for Jo to drop into true sleep before slipping out the window. When they moved in together, Mina told herself she would change only on the full moonJo didn't knowbut Mina needed moonlight on her skin. She started running. The park would be good.
Mina tried to shut her mind off, but her thoughts chased her. She shouldn't have said yes to this competition. She was going to
PennyI once had a penny.Penny5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was shiny, made in '20.
I held on to that penny
Til I was 23.
I met a girl whose name was Jenny,
And she reminded me of penny,
With her copper hair flowing
So nice and free.
I also knew a man named Benny.
He was real good friends with Jenny,
And I just didn't want
Him and her to be.
So I took my lucky penny,
Dipped in arsenic, covered plenty,
And gave it to dear Benny
For him to keep.
Then there was only me and Jenny,
and our good times, they were plenty.
She always came over
To visit me.
But she had a friend named Kenny.
He was an officer, knew a man named Benny.
He locked me up and
Threw away the key.
Now my age is thirty,
I've a new penny and it's dirty.
Gonna dip it in some arsenic
And count to four.
The Lion's DenThe walls trembled as shadows spiraled out of control. Daniel froze, tightly gripping his leatherback journal. The darkness was closing in. From above, he could hear the stone slabs of the estate crumbling. Soon, the Auttenberg House would fall apart, trapping Daniel beneath it. He exhaled heavily, sprinting up the next stairwell he could find, in hopes that this would be the last on his excursion.The Lion's Den5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Rebecca!" His voice had grown hoarse from calling her name. Shoving the doorway at the top of the stairs open, Daniel peered through the empty darkness. "Rebecca?"
His gritted his teeth together and trembled. This couldn't be. Surely he had checked every room in the estate; yet, Rebecca was nowhere to be found. Daniel cursed aloud, kicking the door.
He rested against the wall before covering his face. His journal fell beside him, opening to a few written pages in the middle. Daniel cringed at the sight of the words and violently nudged the journal away.
This is all your faul
BIRDIf I regret anything, it is the reticence of birds--BIRD5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my reticence, the uncertainty of the word "today,"
which rusts like the flute before Judith one.
If there is a time to undress, it is now,
but my thoughts close in on me, like a tunnel,
and I lose sight of everything except the wind.
Beneath it all, my hollow bones
are icy blue, each joy expunged--
I feel it keenly, here, and there.
Poem: A Memoriam of IndiaMissing teeth set in a smiling facePoem: A Memoriam of India4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bright colors floating in the violent sun
Radiant flowers peeking out of a wooden vase
The bustle of feet increased when the day is done.
Incomprehensible words spilling from foreign lips
Bodies constantly encroaching on personal space
Denim and cotton empty by holes and rips
Tons of metal swerving as if in a race.
Dark faces with bright eyes locked in a stare
Cracked heels and calloused toes amidst glass and foil
Tarp enclosure lived in by five and a pair
Back hunched over from working in soil.
The passion and joy that is ached for
Power flowing freely after spiritual drought
The desire of the SPIRIT to come even more
The enraging of a flame that will never go out.
Colliding together over mats and under sky
Dancing and singing for the ONE WHO WILL NEVER DIE
The air filled with voices and the tree's quiet sigh
As the houses listen to the song of Adonai.
On My Mind - Shintaro MidorimaOn My Mind - Shintaro Midorima3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was known that Midorima could shoot the ball and never miss from any point in the court, no matter how far. His shots never missed, as expected from someone in the Generation of Miracles. He always lived up to people's expectations of him, he never disappointed. His team relied on him, though he didn't need them as much as they needed him.
Right now, it was one of those moments. It was hot, the arena crowded, as people cheered and made noise amongst themselves. The Shuutoku team was in their formation against the other team. There was only a few seconds left on the clock, and Shintaro was currently in possession of the ball.
Standing on the opposite side of the court, Shintaro concentrated as hard as he could on getting the ball in. He knew it would go in regardless, so there shouldn't be any problem.
As he positioned himself to shoot, his mind began to wander slightly, a bead of
Melon-BabyMelon-Baby was round and sweet,Melon-Baby2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Almost far too cute to eat.
But in the rising Summer heat,
Temptation was too hard to beat.
One day as Mum strolled down the street,
With Melon-Baby tucked up neat,
Soundly snoring fast asleep,
Mum's hunger had begun to creep.
"It'll be some time before I eat,
I'll just munch on those little feet."
But when taste and tongue did meet,
Melon-Baby did soon deplete.
Melon-Baby was round and sweet,
Almost far too cute to eat.
But in the rising Summer heat,
Temptation was too hard to beat.
SouthboundMy first trip alone was at the age of ten, and it was in an airplane. But even back then I never really thought of it as a trip alone, cause there were all those other people on the airplane, too. I had won a trip from an annonymous benefactor (still, to this day) who had read my interview as a street corner newspaper salesman. In the interview I explained how I was saving all my dimes and nickels and occasional quarters that I made from my daily newspaper sales, to fly to Edmonton and see our Grandma, or Baba as we called her. She was Ukranian.Southbound3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So, basically I was shipped to the airport in Victoria, BC and held onto until boarding time, and then encapsulated in the jet plane, and then met outside the plane in Edmonton, Alberta. I don't remember one little thing on the plane. Nope, not one thing! I know! Imagine how that benefactor must feel! Well, actually, I do remember a pretty stewardess, but
Lust for Life"French is so prettyLust for Life5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone should speak it,"
You tell me to call you Joie d'Vivre,
But the only problem is,
There's always a problem.
The only problem is,
Some things don't translate.
"Joy of life"
Joy is surprise party
An extra candle on the cake
(to grow on)
A big, all-American, God-loving grin
Joy is not how I feel about life at all
I think it works better in Dutch
And in the language of syphilis
And paint poisoning
I think it works better as,
"Lust for life"
I look at life with backscatter eyes
I want to seize the day by the hipbone handlebars
And pull it two steps backwards against my joy
Every day, I do what I can
To make my presence known to life
To make her feel me inside her
And to engage in all sorts of creative processes
Joie d'Vivre is writing in blood and
Trying to find time to read
In between the lines
Joie d'Vivre is the birds and the bees
Who have the exhibitionist courage to fuck outside
Joie d'Vivre is lust for life
Art made with a knife
The Four Alone - PrologueThe Four Alone - Prologue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The woman pumped her arms furiously as she ran. She couldn't help but notice the streetlights come on as the sun dipped below the city limits. She needed to get out quickly. As long as her supply of rock and dirt was limited, she was vulnerable. The distant footsteps of the man chasing her sounded extremely loud in the empty suburban streets.
"You can't run forever!" His elegant British accent echoed angrily.
She didn't bother to reply and pushed her aching legs further. There was a park just around the corner, and that was going to save her. The man behind her growled when the park came into view. The air swirling beneath him wasn't doing to make him fast enough. He willed it to swell suddenly, launching him into the air.
She saw his stunt out of the corner of her eye. With a desperate grunt, she dove into the park just as he landed directly behind her. Without standing, she bent the dirt of the park to engulf her in a ha