TML ShortStories: Eyagra's Forgotten Past (Part 1)And, by the time someone was brave enough to see the ice, Eyagra had been frozen.TML ShortStories: Eyagra's Forgotten Past (Part 1)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Missing Light Short Stories
Eyagra's Forgotten Past
She wasn't always like this.
It took countless years of frigid isolation, betrayal and devastation for her to forget the warm light of compassion.
Perhaps if things had happened differently, perhaps if they would have seen what she was becoming... She wouldn't have grown so cold.... Perhaps...
But, the chill has a way of piercing the soul of the fragile, extinguishing the light of love from those whose hearts are already breaking.
And, by the time someone was brave enough to see the ice, Eyagra had been frozen.
Long ago on a distant island, tucked f
WorkoutLogan lied down in a recliner, relaxing his aching leg and arm. Next to him was an elderly fox with a clipboard sitting in another recliner. "I'm glad to see you again, Logan," said the fox. The fox was Logan's psychologist whom Logan saw on a weekly basis. "How are you feeling?" the fox continued. Logan sighed. "Same as usual," he answered, "Leg still hurting and now my arm started to hurt." The fox nodded. "Yes, I heard about that, but I meant how you are feeling emotionally." Logan sat silently. He didn't like talking about his feelings. Wasn't very good at it.Workout3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tired?" asked the fox. "Anxious? Angry? Sad?"
"All the above," said Logan.
"What do you think? I deal with pain every day and I just found out that I have deal with even more pain!"
Logan's eyes watered. "I'm just so tired," he said. "Tired of pain, tired of limping, tired of everything!" "I can understand that," said the fox. "But the best thing for you to do is to keep moving forward. You cannot dwell in the past fo
MeltdownThe phone rang as Logan prepared for the agonizing walk to school. With his dad gone to work for the day, Logan answered the phone. "Hello?" he said. "Is this Logan?" said the fur on the other end.Meltdown3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm from the doctor's office. Your tests on your right arm came in."
"What's going on?" Logan bit his lip.
"It appears the nerves and muscles in your arm were more damaged from the accident than we thought. The nerves and muscles deteriorated since they were not properly treated."
"So, it's basically my leg all over again?"
"Yes. I'm sorry."
Logan hung up instantly. "Another pain to worry about?" Logan asked himself. "How in the world can I manage this?" Water began to fill his impaired eyes, making him completely blind. He wiped his eyes and took a deep breath. "Just move on." He thought to himself. "Forget about it, just move on." Logan then dragged himself out the door to school.
Logan sat in world history again until he was greeted by a familiar face, a giant gray wolfish face. I
Beautiful VoiceIt was time for Logan to see the shrink again. The wolf set his cane down and laid back in his recliner. The elderly fox psychologist sat next to him. “It’s good to see you again, Logan,” said the fox. “How are you feeling today?” Logan let out a sigh. He didn’t know where to begin. With training, school, and work, Logan felt stressed and that made his limbs hurt more than ever. “A little tired,” said Logan. “I’ve been busy with a lot of stuff.”Beautiful Voice2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I remember you telling me you were hanging out with Paul Henry more. That doing okay?”
“For the most part. He got himself involved with my physical therapy and has been pushing me a lot. He also got me a job at the place he works at. I kinda like it there.”
“That’s good,” said the fox shrink. The good doctor could tell Logan was distracted. “Is there anything else you like to talk about?”
“Well,” Logan didn’
Flexing Fire with FireLogan entered the gym feeling pumped and energized for a good workout. Unfortunately, his blood bro, Paul Henry, couldn’t make it because he had a model shoot and his father, Furvus, was already on police patrol. Logan was on his own. He didn’t mind though. With all the muscle he built with his pack, Logan thought he could handle a workout session without them. He strutted to the weight room and headed towards the weight bench.Flexing Fire with Fire6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Logan saw the bench already had some weight on its sides. One hundred and fifty pounds...Logan assumed a beginner came before him. Logan found the extra weights on the side and heaved them on each side. He added five hundred pounds...perfect for a good warm up. Logan laid back on the bench, grabbed the bar, and began pumping his arms and chest.
On the other side of the gym, a larger and muscular fox with black and white fur and long red hair was pumping his arms with dumbbells weighing eight hundred pounds each. The fox chuckled as he felt the burnin
Gabriel, The Steel Angel“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Fever. He and Paul Henry were carrying luggage in their muscular arms, helping Vector take them into the trunk of a taxi. “Yeah,” said Vector, “I’m sure.”Gabriel, The Steel Angel2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“How long will you be gone?” asked Paul while flinching almost afraid of Vector’s answer.
Vector shook his head. “Well...I...I dunno, Paul. But...this is something that I need to do. I still need to learn on what it means to be strong...I mean...really strong. It’s hard to explain...but...I...I need to figure this out on my own.”
“I know bro,” said Fever putting the last of Vector’s luggage into the trunk, “We’re very proud of you for doing this. But who’s going to take care your place while you’re gone?”
“My cousin, Gabriel, is going to look out for my place.” Vector answered. “He just got a new job in town and he’ll be here soon. I wish I coul
Binks no SakeYo-hohoho, Yo-hohoho,Binks no Sake5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Binkusu no sake o, todoke ni yuku yo
Umikaze kimakase namimakase
Shio no mukou de, yuuhi mo sawagu
Sora nya wa wo kaku, tori no uta
Sayonara minato, Tsumugi no sato yo
DON to icchou utao, funade no uta
Kinpa-ginpa mo shibuki ni kaete
Oretacha yuku zo, umi no kagiri
Binkusu no sake o, todoke ni yuku yo
Warera kaizoku, umi watteku
Nami wo makura ni, negura wa fune yo
Ho ni hata ni ketateru wa dokuro
Arashi ga kita zo, senri no sora ni
Nami ga odoru yo, DORAMU narase
Okubyoukaze ni fukarerya saigo
Asu no asahi ga nai ja nashi
Binkusu no sake o, todoke ni yuku yo
Kyou ka asu ka to yoi no yume
Te wo furu kage ni, mou aenai yo
Nani wo kuyokuyo, asu mo tsukuyo
Binkusu no sake o, todoke ni yuku yo
DON to icchou utao, unaba no uta
Douse dare demo itsuka wa hone yo
Hatenashi, atenashi, waraibanashi
Memoirs of a Blue DinosaurMemoirs of a Blue DinosaurMemoirs of a Blue Dinosaur2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stashed in away in a basement somewhere,
In some long forgotten box of old toys,
Buried under a great many other plastic creatures,
There is a little blue dinosaur.
He has a lengthy neck, and a long skinny tail.
His skin is textured plastic and blue as can be,
The paint on his eyes and the tip of his nose has chipped off,
And his bottom jaw is missing.
In the dark he remembers,
Sticky fingers holding him for days on end.
Little hands moving him through tall grass,
Making fake roaring sounds and crashing into other toys.
He remembers being cuddled at night,
(Though he was the farthest thing from soft).
He remembers tears crawling over his scales,
And hiding under blankets from fighting grown-ups.
He remembers flying over an ocean,
And coming to a new home with just one grown-up.
He remembers being put into a box,
“Just for a little while sweetie, until we settle in.”
And then he remembers the dark.
VanillaVanilla3 years ago in Settings More Like This
NOTICE: This story I'm gonna write in the style like TomX356. He's part of DA and he writes scripts and he made a short movie and posted it on DA. Anyway, since I'm a fan of this guy, I'll do it like he did. This story is about Vanilla, my (RP) character. This is just a writing piece for anyone who doesn't know who he is and what he does. Anyway, here it is. This is how Vanilla came to be... Actually, this story inspires a dream that I had when I was a little kid, but of course I wasn't Vanilla. Anyway, enjoy! :3
"Hello my friends, my name is Vanilla. You're wondering how I got here in this strange little world called "DA," aren't you? Well, I'll tell my story. Somethings in my life are just whack but you'll get over with it. Let's begin."
I was born with my brothers and sisters. We barely don't remember what happened, but we were babies. When I was 3 weeks old, I see my Mama on my side. We also have humans on our side, they're the owners of us. The human kids are very happy
early mornings break my heartDear xx,early mornings break my heart2 years ago in Letters More Like This
It's 4:30 in the morning and your lights are on. I know why I'm awake, plagued by sleepless nights and too much coffee and too little time. Plagued by loneliness; the kind that, ironically, refuses to leave me alone. What I'm curious about, though, is what you're doing up. Are you in love? Are you lonely? Do you get nightmares, too? I wonder what you think about, when the quiet of the world sits like a blanket of stillness over our bodies. It tucks us in but doesn't wish us sweet dreams, because it's afraid to jinx it. As if wishing us good dreams is going to give us bad ones. Maybe we've been doing it all wrong--maybe that's why I'm wrapped up in darkness every time I close my eyes. I'd like to think you'd laugh at that, call me silly, because of course it gets dark when your eyelids flutter shut. I wonder if you're actually asleep, and just too scared to close the lights. Perhaps you're dreaming, the light from your lamp guiding you to some place happy and beautiful a
A loner's prayer."I am somehow permanent;A loner's prayer.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I cannot be erased."
I say this when I'm lonely;
Even though it's not the case.
I get so scared sometimes;
Afraid my life's a waste.
"I am somehow permanent;
I cannot be erased."
i'm trying, i promisei could never quite get the hangi'm trying, i promise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of muting guitar strings, could never
quite rest my finger exactly right
(don't push down too hard,
don't press too lightly)
and i guess i find balancing you
beneath my fingers rather like
the feel of muting nylon,
biting the inside of my cheek and
straining to swap barre chords
in one effortless slide of the hand
i will play until i bleed,
until the tissue on the tips
of these fingers is mushed up
and red and sticky and there's no
hope for pretty hands ever again,
i will play until my calluses are so strong
i won't be able to rip them off anymore,
and i will play,
i will play
i will play
momentary(so this is looking backmomentary2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to follow bloody feet)
shadows and mirrors
make for bad reflections,
but cracks can only be covered over,
not healed -
glass can only shatter.
these aren't scratches,
they're just a phase
(two), phase three
what the edge of a cliff
hold this against me.i extend my arm and tracehold this against me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lonely roads along my veins
that disappear like
highways in the night.
i shake my bottle of light
beer that i can't even stand
the taste of but drink
anyway because i refuse to
let myself have anything
and i think about that bridge
across from my college, over
the ravine, and how much i
want to fly.
"oh, that rebecca," they'll
say, "she was a scholarly girl.
believed in the impossible. set
her goals sky high."
that's me—the idealistic one,
the naive one, the one who
chases what she knows she
i set the bottle down,
draw my legs up, tuck my
arms into the crook between
them and my stomach, and
become someone else entirely.
How To Be A PoetLook at us,How To Be A Poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
being poetic and making out
as if suffering is what we need
for good art.
When what we really mean
is that we need suffering
to take us away from living;
gets in the way
why we pity angelsto him;why we pity angels2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are afraid of phonecalls. you
are afraid of your own voice, and
opening your ribcage to let
your heart come live on your sleeve.
you are afraid of living without caffeine
or alcohol, whatever the day calls for;
you are afraid of being real
without laughing afterwards, becoming
everything you worked so hard to get
away from, acknowledging all
that you still are. know this:
I am afraid of loud noises.
I am afraid of honesty and drowning,
people I don’t know and words
I won’t say. I am afraid
of growing old and living alone and
you not accepting me. I am afraid
of myself. In that, we are the same.
I have the compulsion to grab you
and cup you to me like you are some
half-alive bird, like that sound
as the lazy sun paints you a portrait is
your hummingbird heart and not my own
shallow breaths. in the beginning,
you were my peace of mind. you traced
the contours of my being with a scalpel
and held me up, a shadow puppet,
as the darkest, blackest figures I gav
Counting DownMy life is aCounting Down2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken promises and
Running out of time;
One step behind
The rest of the world
Weary bones and
On my tail like
Old enemies and
Waiting for me to
How do I escape
Bigger than my
slowly, slowlyyou sit down and you tell me thatslowly, slowly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you can't sit on the summer ground without
pulling out blades of grass with your
and that every time a candle is lit
you just have to stick your fingers
into the burning wax and make them into
little warriors with helmets melting into
you tell me that you've seen 2 shooting
stars in the whole time that you have been
alive, and both of them
went past so quickly
that you couldn't wish quite fast enough.
your voice falls to a whisper
and you tell me that you think you might
feel sad about that.
so i take both of your hands and i pull
them away from me and i put them back
where they belong. the next day, i buy you
a calendar and i mark off the next meteor shower
for you. i do not wrap it up. i do not give it to you.
i hang it on your wall, and i hope
that this time, you do not miss it.
on yearning to be something I'm not.I think in a previous life,on yearning to be something I'm not.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must have been a coyote.
An ugly beast with an
ugly heart, with howls
echoing across ten thousand
"Please, give me the moon;
I can no longer stand the heat of
This world mocks me.
More love for a
night alone in
a winter's forest than
the lonesome aching in
my heart, I only
want to run with the
this desert-weary soul is
merely chasing rabbits across
empty highways. A coyote only
deserves putrid carrion and
not the thrill of the hunt—I am but a
song dog keening into the night for
the fangs of wolves to keep me cold.
cadavershe was born with arctic lipscadaver3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and overcast skin.
her hair fell like fresh snow
and she was far too thin.
her bones in locked closets,
joints creaked and shrieked
like a rotten floorboard
under gossamer feet.
closets are no place for secretslet us repent now, my love,closets are no place for secrets2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the homeless man
down the street told me
that the end was near and you know,
one of these days,
it will be.
and i can't stand the thought of us
in the anguish of fires of a
like our mothers and their mothers
and their mothers said.
we didn't have any time to
only just enough to know
that the end is only near
out of spite
and i know it isn't fair, hush now,
i know it isn't fair.
remember when i told you
that my finger tips were painted
each dissected color
of the rainbow
and my parents didn't find it
till they walked in on me
between her legs?
she died that day, remember?
and the worst part was not
hearing her screams when my father beat
her for being a cheater
and defying nature as if she was
the only one responsible
for the balance,
but the part where i didn't leave
when she did.
darling, i didn't meet my end
because i still had to find
your rainbow-tattooed finger tips
tapping table two
in a deserted coffee
unfilteredtake a drink,unfiltered2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and forget for a moment that you aren't breathing.
you comb starlight;
these sunset broken tea leaves
bleed into the sky,
filling, filling, filling
in the cracks where the darkness is unfiltered
like black coffee,
too strong for your heart to take, tonight.
take another drink,
bleed another verse and remember what your shelves
are filled with, remember all those letters
that they wrote to you, postcards from the places
that in their sandpaper callousness
you have never been
(and bleed again,
just another nicked artery
hemorrhaging into facsimile
and tell me -
can you taste it yet?)
it's like we argue every dayfragmented heartstrings bleed me a melodyit's like we argue every day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that sounds more like a broken soul
than it does a song
we're just trying to figure out
when we dissolved into strangers
hating each other inside the same house
and we can't remember
when laughter turned to sobs
or when smiles turned to screaming
down the road, we lost track
of the first 'i hate you,' but stopping
means losing and we're too stubborn for that
so you scream me a verse and
i cry you the chorus
but the chords don't come out right
and i guess our piano
isn't tuned the way it used to be
because it used to be so beautiful--
and now all we get