The Cheshire PrinceAlice opened the door and slammed it shut. She leaned against it in attempt the keep the annoyingly sneezing duchess and her psycho maid, who kept throwing every single object at everyone, inside the house. She knew they wouldnt leave their spot from the kitchen, but with all the madness happening in there was enough to drive even her insane. Closing her blue eyes she let in a deep breath of the windy air to relax her nerves, and sighed out loudly. This wonderland of a world was getting on her nerves. Nothing made any sense to her and she always ended up getting into more trouble then she already was. God help me.The Cheshire Prince5 years ago in Teen More Like This
It looks like a lonesome girl is troubled, said a purr rumbling sound of a voice. Alice looked around her but saw no one in sight. Puzzled she walked up to the gate and looked around again. If youre looking for a voice then all you have to do is look up. The mysterious voice said to her confusion.
It took her a minute to
Third WheelI sit there at lunch, eating my sandwichThird Wheel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am surrounded by my friends
I talk with them and laugh
They discuss weekend plans
I am not part of that
For I am the third wheel
Saturday night comes along
I'm a teenage girl, I should be out with friends
But I do not hang out with them on the weekends
Or anywhere outside school in most cases
For I am the third wheel
Around midnight, I am sitting on my couch
Watching a dirty sit-com
While my friends are watching that horror movie
We all wanted to see
But not me
For I am the third wheel
When I go to bed I close my eyes
And I hear my soft cries
I know no one would care even if they heard
For I am the third wheel
Next week comes along
My friends talk about the fun weekend they had
I smile and lie about my weekend being good too
But even if I told them how I felt, they wouldn't care
For I am the third wheel
They talk about a big sleepover
Two weekends from now
But I am not invited
For I am the third wheel
Sometimes I wonder
If life would be better
How to Poorly Scare a Cheshire"No means no, pervert!" A loud smack from a hand making contact with skin was heard from a mile away.How to Poorly Scare a Cheshire5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unfazed, as usual, the grinning pervert stood up, off the ground, and rubbed the red hand print on his cheek. "But Alice," whined the Cheshire. "What I'm offering will bring you nothing but sweet pleasure and bliss."
Standing up herself, Alice brushed off the grass on her skirt. Madly blushing, she furiously said, "Only a mad pervert would be stupid enough to try to pleasure a fifteen year old."
"Oh, but this is Wonderland, Alice." Cheshire came up from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her to his chest. Trying to act like a seductive devil, Cheshire leaned his head close to Alice's ear and whispered in her ear. "Everyone is mad here, especially me."
The heel of Alice's shoe landed straight through Cheshire's cat-like foot. Instantly, he let go of his captive and hopped on one foot as he rubbed the pain away from the other. Alice walked away from him but stop
Arlyn of the Ocean My childhood summers were filled with the salty air and sea shells of the Gulf, my favorite place to relax and play. I vividly remember the cold ocean water splashing at my ankles and the taste of the popsicles we ate between bouts of play. I collected hundreds of sea shells and made magnificent sand castles, dug holes as deep as I was tall and even caught a few fish. What I remember most of all, though, was Arlyn.Arlyn of the Ocean3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first summer I spent with my aunt was an entirely new experience; I had never seen the beach or played in salt water before. She coaxed me gently toward the water, armed with an array of floaties and toys. I followed her cautiously, reassured by her claims that I wasn’t meaty enough to interest any of the ocean’s monsters. I figured she had to be right; I weighed next to nothing as a scrawny, awkward ten-yea
Third WheelThird WheelThird Wheel7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What gives them the right,
To take that drink, tonight?
What gives them the permission,
To sit in such a romantic position,
When all Im doing is sitting, staring,
Opposite to them, crying but trying
To hold back those tears.
Trying to hold back the fears
That are enrolling out before me?
The cold wisps of Winter are brushing against me,
And the heart I ignored for so long is in anxiety.
My fists are clenched.
My pride is pinched.
And my eyes are sour -
They have been for the past four hours.
Your childish beauty entrances me,
Asking a favour that just killed me.
Take a photo of us kissing, mate!
Oh please, please, itll be so great!
And reluctant to react, I take your phone,
And with a silent tear escaping, I kneel by your throne.
Your lips touch, passionate, true;
The camera flash splits through sky;
Through me and you.
MasksMasks3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
We all wear masks. Seldom we wear them to hurt others, but most times to protect ourselves.
We have to wear masks to be accepted in the community. It is sad, but we learn so from our earliest childhood - When our parents tell us not to cry, punish us with the words that good girl (or boy) does not do things like that.
And we learn an important lesson. When we show our true self we get punished, hurt, hated and rejected. But when we wear a mask, show the others what they want to see, we get rewarded, comforted, loved and accepted.
The older we get, the more masks we wear, different masks to show different persons, for different reasons. The Mask we show our Family, the mask we show our teachers, the mask we show our friends, the mask we show our employer and the mask we show to the persons we love, and want to receive love from.
We sooner or later forgot who we really are, and our true self stop to exist.
When I look into a mirror now, I don't see my own reflection anymore; I only see t
Alice and Wonderland EpilogueIn the castle covered with roses and thorns sat the Queen on her mighty throne. She listened intently on Duchesss news. So the two girls from another world have finally left Wonderland have they? But I doubt their troubles are over yet.Alice and Wonderland Epilogue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I guess our revenge wont be coming anytime soon then.
Wonderland has chosen not one but two people who might become what I fear the most. Wonderland is already in progress with Kikis test to see if shes worthy enough. Yet Wonderland has done nothing for the other girl.
If that is true then why did you ask me to come here, begging your pardon your majesty?
The Queen only laughed in amusement and gladly replied, Since it wouldnt be fair for one of the girls to be put to the test, well make it even. Do you have the soul you stole from her ready?
Duchess pulled out a jar with a tiny blue sphere floating about. Just like you ordered me to, your majesty, but
Third WheelAlways on the outsideThird Wheel6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never on the in
belonging isn't me
that's all I know.
the rest of the world
just stalks on by
I'm invisible to all
and it just doesn't work.
I'd rather work alone
at least then I have a say
I just get pushed in
an interloper in a group
no choice at all
Nobody wants me
not the strange ginger.
Maybe I'm a cynic
but I feel like an interloper
always the one who's clueless
maybe I'm just stupid
everyone else gets it always
but nothing makes sense.
I don't understand the jokes
the strange terms
the parties and rants
the way they dress and act.
I'm a third wheel,
because I'm too dumb
too clueless and naive
too useless to understand.
I'm a third wheel,
simply because I'm young,
I don't belong with my yearmates
I don't belong with my age group
I'm a third wheel,
and I know it all too well
maybe it's time to give up on friends,
maybe it's time to give up on life.
Secret Black Vow- Rin-LenxMiku "The wingless fallen angel surrendered herself to the contract of evil. In the past they even loved each other, yet she ended it by her own hand." The god said to the angels. The angels, the warriors of the gods, let out murmurs of disapproval. If you call my love a sin, then send me to hell.Secret Black Vow- Rin-LenxMiku3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am injured and lost. I've fallen to the earth. It is dusk and the sky shines on me in reds. My wings felt heavy. The snow white color glistening. My blond hair, short and my light blue eyes dull. I'm so tired. I managed to make it to a meadow out by a church. I fell to the ground and I felt a hand touch my shoulder.
"Are you okay!" A panicked voice asked. I moan and she helps me sit up. When I look up at her I am instantly captivated by her eyes. A green. But it shined radiantly and seemed to be ever changing colors. Looking like the sea, looking like gr
the running manWhen I see you, all I see is after. Gravel upturned by that beige Chevy. Pavement sun-baked and time-worn, like most Mississippi roads. You love the highways. You drive by, sunglasses and Miller Lite caps on a string, without noticing I'm headed in the opposite direction. I don't have time to regard the dust cloud because there's a cop idling nearby.the running man3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You've always been headed in the opposite direction.
When I was fifteen I didn't understand. Couldn't have. You can't read another language until you learn the right words, wrap your brain around the meaning of those foreign sounds and inflections. I couldn't read you because I didn't want to. It was easier to be angry and ignorant. It's always easier.
Five years later - five years of investigation, of difficult questions and even more difficult answers - I know you better than I ever thought I could. It wasn't any effort on your part, of course. Not your style. For you, existence defines itself - you have no reason to justify your
Maybe ...Maybe ...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It wasn't my intention, to give birth to a mudblood A demon-child But he's not a demon. If anything, he's more human than beast. And I love him with all my heart ."
Those beautiful words resonated softly in Karlee's slightly-elven ears. His amber eyes though slightly misty were lively and alert, in a sense smiling at the memory. His mother's last words before she was stoned to death by the people of his village Those few words that meant absolutely everything to him.
He sat back in the juncture between limb and trunk in the tree he was precariously perched upon. He watched as apple-blossom petals scattered in the light wind and landed delicately on the ground. He lifted his hand, extending a clawed finger, and brushed one of the silky petals as it tumbled to Earth. His pasty skin was given a light golden hue as light filtered past the leaves and branches, giving him an almost angelic appearance.
He preferred to stay here ou
The Forgotten Portrait - Life afterwordsGarry's POV:The Forgotten Portrait - Life afterwords3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I remember it all very well.
I remember how it felt. How it felt to slowly crumple into nothing. I never would have thought that relying on a simple thing as a rose could be so vital for my life. And having each petal plucked and thrown to the ground was like suffering a slow and painful death. Seeing each blue petal on the ground made me weaker and weaker, until I could barely stand.
"If you need help I'll come running "
I meant it when I said I couldn't lie, but couldn't tell the truth either. I knew I wouldn't be able to do that, to come running for you. I wanted to, but my body wouldn't let me. It was like vines dragging me down. Away from Ib
And all I heard was, "Loves me Loves me not.. Loves me.. Loves me not Loves me..!"
I was gone after that.
I wasn't sure how death worked in this world. Could you even reach heaven or hell while within the frames? I even wondered about it while wandering the place with Ib and Mary
Coming Out: Besuchan's StoryComing Out: Besuchan's Story9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
You always told me to be honest to you, mom...you hate when I lie to you. I'll be honest right now and say I lie often, I know I do. It hurts when I lie to you, but sometimes I wonder if the truth is really something you want to hear?
Like, when was it, two or three years ago? The school paper was making a help column for kids to ask questions for help in their 'lives'. My English teacher asked each of us to write a question down and if our question was in the paper, we would get extra credit.
Now, I was never a popular kid, mom, and you knew that. Since I was young I remember being teased and made fun of, with only a few friends to fall back on for support. So when everyone was gossiping with one another, I sat at my desk and stared at my piece of paper. I heard all around me "I wanna ask what color make up I should wear in the fall" or "I think I'll ask where's a good place to get my nails done".
''The dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."''The dead have feelings, too.''2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though I am still reeling from our previous argument, I force down my pride and turn my head to face where Darien's voice is coming from. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed with rage, yet I constrain the cluster of spiteful and venomous words that are still dripping on the tip of my tongue.
Darien's form comes into view--the rage from just minutes before must have made him lose his corporeal appearance--and instantly his eyes meet mine. They are still somewhat cloudy with anger, but as we stare down one another in silence, I see that anger slowly change into something more or less acceptance. He sighs, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. It is a gesture I have come to known, one he does only when he is truly upset.
Being dead, after all, Darien prefers not to touch anything--not even himself--if he can help it.
"You are a necromancer, Aria. I can't expect you to see my side of the argument. After all, you grew up around death. To you and your kind, death is just a weapon
ApathyThe world is saturated with causes. Online petitions, political discussions, advocacy groups, charities, and pleas for help saturate the internet, media, and everyday life. It is impossible to get away from them. It seems that everyone has a laundry-list of special causes that they rate you by; you had better measure up to their level of passion or you're probably a terrible person. Sometimes these causes become the grounds for bullying as friends bicker and shun each other over a political opinion. It can be exhausting.Apathy3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
With all these causes out there, it is little surprise that I'm starting to see a backlash of apathy. Any discussion of a charity, a good cause, or a struggle can result in a shut-down. "I don't want to talk about it," one might say, "I don't have time for everyone else's problems." Another gets angry. "So what if I do or do not support your cause? Most people
NihilismThose who believe in nothingNihilism5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't fear the unknown
Since they expect nothing from it
EmpathTell meEmpath4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you look at me
Would you expect that I feel your sorrows?
When I'm in a crowd,
I feel mixed emotions.
Walking through the school hallway
I pass by two laughing guys
I begin to feel giddy and happy
I pass by two trying to kiss
My body tenses as I catch their eyes
Trying to wait for the right moment
I pass by a solemn face
My heart aches as sadness overwhelms me.
I feel your sadness.
I feel your pain.
Moving through the hall
I try to avoid another's touch
In fear of their emotions sticking with me.
Trying to block out everyone
My minds in conflict
Since when were this many?
It would make sense, I suppose.
I mean it is school.
My body's weak,
From trying to run from this gift.
Trying to keep it bay.
Trying to filter out others.
Its such a heavy burden sometimes.
Especially when you sense someone in conflict or pain.
I want to help you heal.
I want you to smile.
Although I don't know you.
I wish that I could help you.
I wish to
Can't Watch you Slippin' Away (Part 13)Can't Watch you Slippin' Away (Part 13)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Story: Reader x Noctis Lucis Caelum.
Based on the song “Slippin’ Away” from Aziatix
Part 13: “My Light… My Angel”
Few days past, and you feel that your body is getting slightly stronger after three days of deep slumber. All that happened to you seemed more like a dream, a painful one. The wound in your chest hasn’t recovered yet, in fact it is getting more painful… it’s like the bullet that tore your flesh has left a burning fire in your heart. But this aching wound had somehow changed something about you… it made your spirit stronger than ever… or was it Love that made you brave enough to defend the man of your dreams? You don’t know whether you should cry because of your pain or smile after knowing that Noctis is safe. Now, you are looking at their happy faces that are trying to wash your angry pain away. Your parents are by your side, so you feel like everything is alright. They are now sitting beside
'Tis The Season'Tis The Season1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was Christmas once more and the world was at peace. Family's were brought together, food was cooked and fun was spread around everyone. The season for happiness and joy was here at last and Timmy was in his room, watching Christmas specials and shows of the like. Timmy never asked for a lot because he was normally happy with what he had.
Christmas Eve rolled by and the presents were set under the tree. Timmy looked down from his room to see the colorfully wrapped presents under a bright, shining tree that bloomed with cheer. His parents wish him good night and he went back into his room and onto his computer, where he would play games for the rest of the night.
It was around midnight and he grew bored with what he played, despite the many games he had in front of him.
He opened the door and quietly stepped out of his room, looking down on the tree at the presents, "I wonder what my parents got me..." He thought.
The Koi PondHer father had had koi fish for as long as she could remember.The Koi Pond2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ever since she was a little girl, she had been hunched by the small pond in the garden with her father, looking at the beautiful fish and feeding them with bits of fish food.
He used to tell her that the koi fish could grant wishes if you wished hard enough.
She was a grown woman now, staring at the small pond with memories flashing before her eyes. She remembered how her father had been sitting on his knees, carefully picking fallen leaves from the water so they wouldn't clutter the small pond. The loving care he had put into arranging the white chalked stones around it and planting Forget-me-nots between them.
Her mother's favourite flowers.
It saddened her to see how the white paint was flaking from the stones, and how weed had crept in between the cracks to strangle the delicate flowers. As she watched, a crimson leaf tore free from the half naked branch of the old tree close to the pond, floating gently through the
Say Something 30Chap 30Say Something 3011 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Walking down the hallway balancing the mountain of food, she's somewhat surprised to see Bucky calmly stroking Steve's hair, while Steve sleeps against his chest. Looking up, Bucky glances at her, carefully raising his right hand to hold a finger to his lips, wincing at the IV shifting slightly. The left is around Steve's shoulders and he's afraid to move it and wake up his lover.
She enters the room silently, carefully settling the plate onto the table next to the laptop and pile of books. Touching the comics lightly, she smiles. Steve tenses, and Bucky goes rigid, trying to force himself to relax is near impossible, he's so desperate for Steve to stay asleep and get some rest.
"Natasha?" he asks sleepily, sitting up carefully, afraid to hit the IV line somehow.
"Brought you some food, I tried not to wake you," she tells him softly. "You can go back to sleep. The food'll taste about the same cold as warm."
"That good," she says, watching him rub the sleep from his
Radioromance Pt. 1Ghost transmissions: echo from the screenRadioromance Pt. 14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in an empty theater now forsaken to chronology,
with broken pilasters, crooked seats, dead dust,
paint and gold peeling, and the rust
as layers from a dream.
Her face: vignetted and soft in the glow of studio lighting
slowly decays, erased with time,
a living film: always shifting, ever changing,
the infinite and steady stare
of grey and hollow eyes.
Her coat shudders: outside,
in the cold breeze of final night,
and the sky shifts with broken verses,
revealing echoes of moonlight.
the fatal wound, the cigarette,
the silent noir
of the final scene.
the buildings -- corpses, monuments so decayed,
this steady architecture of movement,
these hollow roads: memory.
The distressingly well-heeled and ill-at-ease
Aristocrats of the old Europe, of the Old World
Are passing away
From the streets of Salzburg and Vienna
Geneva and Ljubljana
The places you dimly remember (hence how they are lit)
That have becom