Suffocate“I didn’t want him,” she says. “I wanted something, something I saw in the eyes of Libby, Sam, Sandi, and Agnes. Something that would have made our new world, our safe world, a home. Children were a part of that world and so I found myself a child. Perhaps, I thought, I would love him and everything would fall into place. Perhaps with a child I could be content with safety, and normality, and a world without knives taped on mop heads.” A cold smile. “I still catch myself thinking that. I still think that maybe tomorrow will be the day where I can fall asleep with the lights on.”Suffocate2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carmen’s features are stark and cold; like the chiseled lines of Soviet propaganda etched onto an icy street corner. A straight decided nose, high sharp cheekbones, and thin pinched lips. Her eyes are black. We sit together in a small, bare walled, room on a pair of fold up chairs.
I frown. “You mean off?”
“No. I mean on. During the war
tell a liei. rivers are stronger than oceans despite their sizetell a lie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they tumble through sharp mountains
but they never, ever stop
ii. i can rush and pick up sediments
and disperse them where i wish
iii. i'm lying -
i knew you saw it anyway,
there's seaweed in my fingernails
and salt on my breath
STC: Federation Graffiti: Chapter 4STC: Federation Graffiti: Chapter 41 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
November 8, 2269
Two days after Calypso’s fateful encounter with the spatial anomaly, things were looking pretty damn bleak. With Jan and Kona lending a helping hand, Cera had managed to get the impulse engines back online. This meant main power was back up, but at full impulse even the nearest star system was decades away. The shields were up and running, and so were the transporters. The gravity plating on D Deck was still out, as were the phasers. Sajeen was trying to repair the broken nacelle on Nautilus. With all the systems needing repair around the ship, Cera hadn’t been available to help.
With impulse restored and Garadun at the helm, they’d taken Calypso in pursuit of their lost nacelle. He manoeuvred the ship into its path and physically brought it to a halt. After that he and Nessa got in their EV suits and lashed it to the ship with cables. Cera joined them in her own suit for an i
FFM: The Wandering FireThe wandering fire danced through the streets, flickering, silver quick, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. Some said it was the souls of the dead passing from one world to the next. In a city as large as this the deaths were high enough to account for the frequent appearances of the otherworldly flames that cavorted down the narrow streets in the night.FFM: The Wandering Fire3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rask waited in the shadow of a window ledge, his narrow frame curved into the twisted branch of a Hedya tree; its flowers already open to the moonlight and releasing the heady scent for which they were famed. This was a wealthy compound, all delicate lattice work and intricate stone archways, an exploration of colour and geometric patterns, all muted by the shadows of the night.
In his belt he had the knife, specifically given to him by his employer for this task. It was an unusual request, very personal. Rask tried not to involve himself in the intricacies of such things. He was merely useful to these people, and in his line of
A Touch (Levi X Reader)A Touch (Levi X Reader)9 months ago in Romance More Like This
It's fairly simple when you think about it. A touch. Just a contact between two objects, human or not. By a touch, the first thing that usually comes to mind is a poke or something of the sort. Not for you. A touch, for you, is something more complex. Sure, it was a finger delicately running across your skin, but it was something else on a different level. You didn't think this way before. You were just like everyone else, seeing a touch as a simple unimportant thing. But he helped you see what it actually was. He was just unaware of his help, but that was fine. He didn't have to know.
It was one of those blissful nights where it was just you and him. You had a relationship, sure, but you weren't one to be very intimate with it. You were both new at this concept people called Love. Sometimes it was awkward, not knowing what to do with each other. Then other times it was funny, how he tried to act affectionate, only resulting in looking clumsy. But it was adorable.
Anyhow, it was one of
FogMy skin is too tight today. It doesn't move with me, and I can't move within it. It binds and constricts, and I can feel my nerves burning. It's too soon.Fog8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Fog surrounds me, the water in the air clinging to the strands of my hair and the fibres of my clothes, bejewelling my eyelashes with glittering droplets. I can feel the mist pouring into my lungs as I breathe, cold and slow and thick like cobwebs, coating my insides with soft snow and sharp shards of ice. The air caresses me, moving around me, lapping at my ankles like the sea and pulling like the tide.
I can feel the thickness; feel the pure, palpable whiteness of it. I just can't see it.
I stand on this hospital balcony in the fog and let the cold damp sooth my fiery skin, quenching the blistering feeling that won't leave. I lift a hand to run it over my face, and although my fingertips can feel, my face is numb. Numb all over. It feels wrinkled and hard, leather-like and work-worn, too crude. It's bubbled with sor
Marukaite Chikyuu IrelandMarukaite Chikyuu Ireland5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Na na Daidí uisuki wo choudai
Na Na MAM, Na na MAM
Mukashi ni tabeta fisshuandochippusu no
Ano aji ga wasurerarenainda
Jitto mite chikyuu
Hyotto shite chikyuu
Aa hitofude de
Mieru subarashii sekai
DABURIN e no kunan no michi ha noru enpitsu da
("Chotto , Igirisu , issho ni Molly Malone uta~tsu te kika se!")
Hatto shite chikyuu
Funzori kaette chikyuu
Kawairashii dokuritsu no RECIPE
("shi nakere ba nara nai watashi Amhrán Na bhFiann?")
Sentopatorikkudēwa mankai da
Hei hei deartháir, uisuki wo choudai
tsude ni deirfiúr, watashi to issho ni nomu
Oi oi Seanathair, heiwa no ama sa
Hai hai Leanbán (igirisu ni iku koto ga ari masu)
Naa naa Daidí beer mo nomitai na
Naa naa Mam, naa naa Mam
Reflections on the MetroThe population of the Metro car is sparse at eleven in the morning; people talk. The mother with her baby and young son, talking to her friend or sister or cousin sitting down. The young man and woman speaking exuberant Chinese, a language like a song. The group of students in floral dresses and Converse that my mom says look European because of their scarves. They're rapidly spewing French in the way teenagers do, only I've only ever heard it in English. It's comfortable, each of us with our companions, more like a restaurant or a museum.Reflections on the Metro4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But at five thirty, at L'Enfant Plaza, when people are going home from work in their button-downs and suits and briefcases and iPods and tired eyes, it's different. Holding on to the silver bar above my head, I feel like I'm standing over the woman in scrubs holding her iPhone; I'm right by the doors they say not to lean on; it's crowded. And now everyone is silent, as if by proximity others can tell what they're thinking, and it's all they can do no
Hopelessly Devoted To You (Levi X Reader)Hopelessly Devoted To You (Levi X Reader)8 months ago in Romance More Like This
Guess mine is not the first heart broken
My eyes are not the first to cry
I'm not the first to know there's
Just no getting over you
Heartbroken. That's what you were. But really, did you seriously expect for Humanities Strongest Solider to accept your love? For Gods sake, every single woman was trailing after him like a lost puppy! Why would he choose you, a Squad leader, over those women with large breasts and broad hips. What was so special about you? Just a girl with big hopes and dreams, so stupid enough to think that a man like him would actually love you.
But for some reason, you just couldn't let go. You still loved him with every ounce of your heart.
I know I'm just a fool who's willing
To sit around and wait for you
And you still had the audacity to wait for him. To turn down all the men in town who asked you out on some sort of date. You still had your head in the clouds, waiting for him to accept your love the way you had accepted him despite all his flaws.
You'll Be In My Heart (Levi X Reader)You'll Be In My Heart (Levi X Reader)8 months ago in Romance More Like This
This had become a part of your nightly routine. You'd wake up, screaming or in tears, and Levi would be there to comfort you, hug and kiss you in a gentle way that no other man could replicate. What was the source of your midnight awakenings? Better question, what wasn't the source? How could you not be terrified every day for your life? For as much as anyone knew, those beasts could break down the wall in your sleep, killing each and every one of you. It didn't help that the expedition was a failure, and you lost your closest friends on Squad Levi. Your lover didn't seem fazed by the fact that his only friends died.
That is until tonight.
You weren't the one to awaken in a fit of screams or choking on your sobs. He was. He shot straight up, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. You immediately woke, turning to see the usually stoic man in tears, hugging his knees against his chest. You slowly sat up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Short, raspy breaths escaped his lips.
Filipino AkoFirst time we meetFilipino Ako10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'll see a face
Of dark brown hair along its trace
And dark brown eyes
Under squinted eyelids
Looking through a pair of glasses
First assumption you must have made
My crisp tan skin
Is before your eyes
Laid upon a skeleton of 5?9?
My ethnicity is not clear to you
So you change your mind and think
Maybe she's Mexican..
Or maybe Native American!
With your mind still unclear
You still assume
And throw out words to me
Obviously showing you have o clue
Ay dyosko , Filipino ako!
I'm not that cliche Chinese kid
You see on TV
So dont go up to me and say
Ching-chong chi hai-yee?
And wait for a response
While bustin' out karate moves in front of me
Thinkin' you're Bruce Lee
(But you're not)
Or clasp your hands together and take a bow
As if I was Japanese
(But I'm not)
Why don't you ask me questions instead of assume?
Before you start talking
And make yourself look foolish
At least the best thing you can d
Your legacyYou died again today;Your legacy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you leafed your thoughts
in gold, just in case
this was your last trip
to the brink, but
it wasn't. Not today.
Tomorrow I will bring
your seal and your varnish
with me. I will dash
the final strokes on
your words; I will seal them
in the crimson wax, and I
will lacquer them to
selenium hand grenadesI.selenium hand grenades2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
neon lights and cigarette-flavored
lips together, hands buried in the leather
pockets of these never-lovers, these
cinder block hunters made into
cinders: only frostbite breath and
army jackets to keep them warm.
retaliating right angles are the ones
that angels can't compose; we are the sharp ones,
destined for single atom collisions and never
fitting, never getting quite close
breathing in the years like the clouds
of your breath,
dressed in cocaine ribbons just to shine
like plastic diamonds, damn all this fucking
estuary sand and this brackish
taste; this former age of elocutionary
sins is forever gone -
cars as coffins: the mud will take us in
as family, and drag us out to sea
with vows that mean more
than paper tongues ever will.
So This Is Love (Levi X Reader)So This Is Love (Levi X Reader)8 months ago in Romance More Like This
So this is love, hmm
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine
His heart fluttered at the sound of your laughter. "Come on, Levi, Hanji isn't that annoying!" You said, another giggle escaping your lips. He rolled his eyes, suppressing a smirk that dared to reach his lips.
"That damned woman almost threw my cravat into that mud puddle. She'd better not take advantage of that month of free experiments I gave her." He mumbled, securing his arm around your shoulders as the two of you sat on his sofa.
You smiled and rest your head against his chest. "Well, no matter how bad she gets, just know you'll have me to rant to, okay?" You said. His heart rate picked up at the touch of your fingertips brushing over his palm. He mentally cringed at his inability to stop it, but how could he? Your sweet voice and gorgeous laughter made his heart soar. "Levi, are you alright? Your heart is beating unnaturally fast." You said softly, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.
Faith of the Heart-Pt 3-Ch 13Faith of the HeartFaith of the Heart-Pt 3-Ch 131 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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Genie kept his word. After having Marina sleep in an extra comfy bed in the longboat, he made himself a bed in a cloud nearby. The very moment the sun appeared, Genie woke her up by playing 'Reveille' on a trumpet. That startled her enough to jump out of her sleep and immediately throw her pillow in his face.
"And here I thought the Captain was the one to hate in th
plan bI’m bouncing from one pillarplan b1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the other
I’m in that state of ‘in between mistakes’
wedged in between you
and the vast wastes of whatever-land
apathy and antipathy make clever bookends;
my obsessive mind has been sliced
so very neatly in two
and I’m left straddling hemispheres
between worn covers and blank pages,
because honey, you can’t keep warm in strange places
without memories of home, and it’s not like
i have many to spare, i’ve been off on adventures
and left you drowning in postcards and letters-
pages and ink and photographs that you’re not in
I don’t know how to frame the words,
how to tell you that I stood in ruins
and envisioned myself the same as them: slowly devoured
by moss and time, that I felt a more tangible
connection to those ancient, dead people
than to the crowds of coffee stains on indignant business suits
and daggered stilettos hastening to meetings
driving their uncertainty into the sidewalk wi
sleep.the boy with the kaleidoscope handssleep.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
offers me a revolver and we take turns
smothering plumes of breath and killing
bags of grieving skeletons hang from your
cliff eyes, dreading the moment
when they will have to fly.
Writing contest and giveawayI've just reached 50 watchers! and I'm having a contest and giveaway to celebrate.Writing contest and giveaway2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Contest basis- short stories, anything and everything under 10 pages.
Rules- (WHICH HAVE CHANGED SLIGHTLY!)
-two submissions per person
-can be an old submission
-no sex (everything else is fine)
-must be watching me (for updates of course)
NO THEMES! WRITE WHAT YOU WANT! ANYTHING!
50 POINTS! and their own feature (one journal post of them and a bunch of thumbnails up for 1 week, and for the month of september they will stay posted at the bottom of every journal I make), Any drawing request from me, a llama from http://mumoshii.deviantart.com/ and from me, and a watch from me
Most intriging plotline:
Most well written characters:
A feature under the grand prize winner, left up for 1 week in my journal) 15 points, a llama from http://mumoshii.deviantart.com/ and I, and a watch from me. Any request from http://mumoshii.deviantart.com/ and
Day 14I'll say I love youDay 141 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In alternate breaths to yours
While you're sound asleep.
Cigarrete lips and sunset skies.Neon sunset smoking,Cigarrete lips and sunset skies.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
autumn beach and gentle breeze
playing in your hair.
Eyes sparkle like ice,
glittering crystals behind
an enshrouding fringe.
Your lips like fire,
taste of ash and your passion
smoke between our lips.
as the heat overwhelms us
sink into the sand.
Neon sunset smoking,
a cigarette between us
inhaling the love.
She was hisHope can be dragged through memoriesShe was his2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and ice skate blades; it can be
gracelessly covered with clothes
that mismatch the seasons, but
it butterflies inside her chest with a simple
brush of chastened skin.
unwrittenI went to see your grave today;unwritten1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
picnic basket and blanket in my hand.
My heart collapsed again, like our doomsday,
living in a constant, barren wasteland.
In my minds eye I can still hear the gunplay.
I can still see your spilled blood on the sand.
I would give up my love for you if it
meant the fabric of time could be unwrit.