Wrong Place, Wrong TimeThere was a terrible event in the North-West of the city just days ago, in the small hours of last Sunday morning. The two girls were not drunk, but they were happy. They had spent an emotional evening celebrating the elder's birthday. They were on the main road, heading for a cab office nearby. They paid no heed to the dark sedan that was approaching them slowly.Wrong Place, Wrong Time8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first thing anybody knew about what was going on, was when two deafening percussions assailed their ears. Immediately there was a mighty roar of acceleration. The sedan thundered into the night. The elder girl was prone on the sidewalk, her life blown away. You can imagine how a brief paralysis of shock gave way to a panicked bedlam, soon augmented by the converging klaxons of the first responders, medics, armed policemen.
As they woke, the city's sleeping denizens learned of this atrocity, and of the detective's first conclusion, that the dead girl was killed by “mistake”; those bullets were
Lost within LoveShe lost her mindLost within Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two bodiesI run my fingerTwo bodies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
down the length
of her spine,
causing my breath
of the clock
as I focus
only on her.
I trace the
behind her ear
and I wonder
what it’s like
to feel love
in your soul
that you can’t
if this is it.
or if it’s
laid on your mind
two forms are
pressed into one
in that one
SylviaSylvia made it past her sixteenth birthday without ever touching a drop of alcohol. She had never been to a party. She had never done drugs. Your classic “good girl,” she desired perfection, saw her future as something she needed to work towards, and enjoyed the act of learning to a point that she was often teased. As she drove home from taking her ACTs, she knew that part of her identity was about to change. She didn’t, however, know how drastic this change would be.Sylvia1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mary and Grace had been trying to drag her to a party since freshman year. But it was Elliot who finally convinced her.
“Come on, babe, it’ll be fun. It’s the beginning of spring break, you’re almost done with all your tests, and I’ll be off to college before you know it.”
She finally agreed to go to a spring break party hosted by one of Elliot’s friends, Lars. Sylvia had felt compelled to impress Elliot since day one. She was all for being yourself, but she was
Insanity's GraspTick, tock, tick, tockInsanity's Grasp1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch your body, limply rock
Drip, drop, drip, drop
Smell your body, slowly rot
Tip, toe, tip, toe
One step over, the edge you go
Breathe, slow, Breathe, slow
This is your last breath you know
Twiddle, Dee, twiddle, dumb
Feel your body, going numb
Rap tap Tum, rap tap Tum
Your heart it beets, like a drum
Think, fast, think, fast
Insanity, has your heart, in grasp
Black, out, black, out
It's over now, without a doubt
Blackbird's FeatherBlackbirdBlackbird's Feather2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sweeping across the snow
left me a feather
and away he goes
and away he goes
drifting up on the air
but I seem to be stuck here
melting in the cold
cannot rip my eyes from the sky
cannot get my fists to unfold
the words have frozen to our tongues
that's what happens to winter love
so you think this feather is enough to make a wing
so you try to free me from it,
but your claws only sting.
i walk away
come to regret every footfall
but I can't keep you down
because you're up
and I'm frozen to the ground
laying pale in the snow
he can soar no more
you didn't have to do that
have to fall on your own sword
cut your wings apart
to get me back home.
and as I see you freeze
I know now what it is I believe
that someone could give up everything
come down to the winter
do you know the secret, Bird?
learn to live with the cold
though you turn blue
the heart beats hot inside of you
I know it
TimeTick-tock goes the clockTime7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm lost in time
May I find my way
Embrace my cursed past
Ice ShadowThe all pervading icy shadowIce Shadow1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Steals across yet another day
And all the minds lying fallow
Drift into dreams and far away.
The lights flick on as life goes on
Nothing ever really changes here
And every light seen will soon be gone
And take all that we hold dear.
.everyone shuts up when the cat says, "stop talking"..1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A girl named Rosalind.A girl named Rosalind.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He used to sigh like grief.
Dripping short and brief,
his breaths over the window's ledge,
hanging over the grass-made hedge.
He used to sing like the wind,
of a girl named Rosalind,
pale and white and with lips as blooms
– two big, glistening, cerise dooms.
He used to speak of ancient myths,
and rivers under mourning withes,
his fingers entwined with hers
as he whispered a forgotten verse.
He used to gather lots
of blue forget-me-nots,
and when his hands fumbled with the ferns
– they always sought and found hers.
Until she turned so cold and pale,
that, finally, no song or tale,
could make her eyes open again,
as he watched her life drain.
So he whispered in the wind,
of a girl named Rosalind,
whose fingers used to tightly shut the lids
– of jars with bougainvillea seeds.
I won't miss youI used to always careI won't miss you1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
about who was or wasn't there.
I'd stand on the sidelines alone
without a friend to call my own.
As it stands today;
there's just so much I need to say.
Where were you when I was on my knees?
Begging the world, yelling my pleas.
Where were you when I was in the dark?
Hiding my heart, breaking apart.
I suppose I'm just that easy to ignore,
I'm here for your use; nothing more.
I'm sorry to say
but I'm walking away.
My exit is long overdue,
but I'm not sorry I won't miss you.
suitably warmCoffee. Iced coffee. Iced coffee is my favourite type of coffee. I don’t normally like normal coffee, because the heat of it detracts from the taste. When you take a gulp of normal coffee— well, I say gulp, but in actuality you have to take quick sharp sips, because it’s too hot to gulp, really. But when you take a gulp of normal coffee, you can’t enjoy it, because all the little coffee molecules rumble down your throat like little bubbling bumble bees. The heat makes the particles excited, and they rush around in great surges of energy. They walk into each other and drop what they’re carrying. “Sorry, my fault, sorry”. Funny. They all have places to go, though they all go through the same place. Iced coffee’s not like that, I find. Iced Coffee shakes your hand like the true gentleman he is: a soft, firm handshake, like the bygone gentlemen of ancient times. He hushes you. Tells you to relax. You drink him down, a long slow tremor;suitably warm1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I want to be free...To be me is like a disgrace.I want to be free...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be fake is like a god given gift.
It's not me...
It never will be...
So why can't we just love what's real?
Instead of whats fake?
Love who you are!
Be who you are!
No matter what anyone says...
I want to be free...
And I know you do to.
So why cant we?
Because people hate what they don't understand.
That's why we cant be.
But then again...Who said we can't break some rules?
Have fun, and live life a little?
No matter what happens.
Be free, and do you.
Not what people say you have to do.
I want to be free...
And I will be.
No matter what anyone says...
So be free...
Fool The wise don't fear the unknownFool2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A smiling fool said.
But he was a hypocrite because
He feared the dark beneath his bed.
DrowningI cannot breatheDrowning2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot escape
I keep sinking down
And looking up
Through the water
I can see his face
His dark, twisted
As he pushes me down
And I can feel life
Slowly escaping from my body...
DarkDon't get lost in the darkDark7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A creature is lurking around
Running after you
Killing is the only thing on its mind
CoffeeI want to go outCoffee1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
And drink coffee.
Talk about life
And kiss you.
But that is silly isn't it?
I don't like coffee much.
I'll just buy some for you
So I can watch you smile.
Then lets dance and laugh because
It's an amazing feeling to be loved.
The Fall of Erebor Chapter 1Thorin had watched for years as his grandfather hoarded the vast wealth of his people, and though he was young by dwarf standards he knew in his heart there was only one way for things to end. That was why he wasn't as surprised as some others when the dragon Smaug invaded Erebor, and he was far more prepared for it. Now, however, he was regretting all of that. Yes, staring up into the inhuman golden eyes of the dragon he knew that it had been foolish to rush back into to halls and make sure everyone had cleared out. It was stupid to have thought that he could save anyone who might have been trapped by the crumbling stone the dragon left in his wake.The Fall of Erebor Chapter 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Claws gripped tightly to his hair, pulling back the dwarf prince's head as he tried to look away. His head throbbed from some kind of wound on the right side, Thorin could feel the blood slowly trickling from it. Likewise his lip stung from another bleeding wound, and several places on his body ached from bruises and what he was sure was a
The Work of a TemptressThe flip of my hairThe Work of a Temptress1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lick of my lips
The smile on my face
And I’ve got you staring
When I look at you
And I walk past you
Making sure to wink
Your heart beat quickens
You follow like a puppy
While I lead you to your doom