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
The GiftThe Gift2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When she was a babe, he had a gift for her. She cooed and gurgled and waved her tiny little arms and kicked her tiny little legs, reaching happily for the gift. He watched her giggled at him with his toothy grin and skeletal fingers as he lowered the gift to her, but as she touched his bony wrist, he hesitated and pulled back gently. He pocketed the gift and shook his ivory white finger at her teasingly and said:
“No, you are not ready.”
When she was 5 years old, she was climbing an apple tree when she saw him. He watched her from below as she climbed higher and higher, occasionally grinning down at him as if challenging him to climb up with him to catch her. She stepped on the wrong branch and it sent her tumbling down to the ground. Laying on the floor with her golden hair almost decoratively spread across the grass, she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her with those hollow eyes and toothy grin and she smiled back, takin
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
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
An Emotion (Levi X Reader) DrabbleAn Emotion (Levi X Reader) Drabble7 months ago in Romance More Like This
If only you knew what you did to him.
If only you knew how he felt when you spoke. If only you knew how his heart raced at your laugh. If only you knew how beautiful you were in his eyes. If only you could see yourself the way he saw you. If only you could see his emotions, the ones he didn't agree to showing. If you saw any of that, you'd stop doubting yourself.
Though, as he thought about all of this, he wondered what it was to make him feel this way. What was controlling him to make his breath short when you smiled? What was telling him to pour his heart out to you when he couldn't form his words? What was all of this that made him feel the way he did?
He came to a conclusion that it was an emotion.
Clearly obvious that it was. But, to him, this wasn't happiness or sadness or another simple emotion. It was something much more than that. something the smartest man couldn't describe until he felt it himself. Something more powerful that fear, more powerful than pain. Something that co
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)7 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
No-Name (Collaborative Poem)His name's irrelevant,No-Name (Collaborative Poem)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His image unknown.
He knows where to find you,
And when you're alone.
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
Perfect Strangers Club"Step One: Try everything else before you come crying to us."Perfect Strangers Club4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Perfect Strangers Club is a dating service for people who hate themselves. Of course, it doesn't promote itself like that. It's supposed to be a "transformational dating experience" and that sounds peachy at first, but everyone knows it as the dating service of last resort.
The system is pretty extreme. It works like a twelve-step program. Except when you're done with it, you should be a completely different person, or at least have a soul mate. And it's not that the program actually believes in soul mates. It just assumes that if you change with someone enough, you'll inevitably have an intimate connection, like two pieces of candy that melted into each other in a hot car.
Does it work? I've heard a lot of different things. Some people find they get matched with people they really like. At some point, they just start ignoring the program, date like normal, and have relatively successful relationships that
So This Is Love (Levi X Reader)So This Is Love (Levi X Reader)7 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.
Mold Greg was cleaning behind his toilet on a Friday when a voice came from within the wall.Mold3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey!" the voice said. "Look, I give, all right? I'm coming out!" Greg watched as a stream of black-and-white goo poured out of a crack near where he'd been scrubbing. It smelled of mildew, and, when enough of it came out, formed itself into the shape of a man.
"What are you?" Greg asked, looking up at its globby face.
"I'm the mold that lived behind your toilet," it said, "and I'm here to be your friend."
"Because I didn't develop self-awareness without reason, and you're a loser who cleans his bathroom on a Friday. Get your keys; we're going to the park."
Greg drove. They went to the basketball courts and the mold won in one-on-one against Greg. Twice.
"You need to exercise more," it said. "
Hopelessly Devoted To You (Levi X Reader)Hopelessly Devoted To You (Levi X Reader)7 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)7 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.
near sightedI've always thought she is perfect.near sighted10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A beautiful combination
of two people
who loved each other beyond words.
I stared into the sun
silently asking for answers,
so blinded by the light
that I had no choice
but to close my eyes.
A flash of black
then a vibrant pink
that I latched onto
and asked for guidance.
She was so upset at the notion
of her own imperfection
until I confessed that humans are often flawed.
She is ten years old
and her tears flow because…
and it breaks my heart.
How do I explain
that her vision isn't what it seems?
That with glasses her focus can be improved upon?
Innocence is fracturing
beneath oblong corneas
and blurred vision
that she inherited from me.
Astigmatism is what I have
and her father does too.
I tried to tell her that's it's not her fault
and for the moment…
all she can do is blame me.
for something completely
out of my control.
I did the on
It Began With Ashes - Prologue.It Began With Ashes - Prologue.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are we being followed, father?"
"No, Astartes, we are not being followed."
"How can you be sure? You didn't even look!" Astartes whined. Struggling to turn in the saddle behind his father, Astartes craned his neck to look back through the night. The dirt track meandered this way and that, winding through the Emberfen Forest. The path was hard to make out amongst the muddy browns of the woodland, made all the more difficult by the thick canopy obscuring the glow of the stars and moon overhead.
Nicolas shook his head, scratching idly at his flame-red moustache. "Don't let your eyes play tricks on you, son there's nothing out there."
Beneath them, the horse continued its steady walk as if it were plodding around the yard back at the family home. 'If an animal doesn't seem bothered, then why can't I shake the feeling that something isn't right?' Astartes scolded himself.
Trees stood to attention as far as the eye could see in the night, which wasn
Lament of an AtheistI cut candles straight down their waxy centerLament of an Atheist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just by looking into the flame. Slick peels of
honeycomb melt into my palm and blister skin.
Then the world ricochets forward.
I plummet back into my body and there's
a thick distortion in audio. A constant pulse at
the back of my eyes, tuned to the rhythm of your
heartbeat. I look for traces of you, but,
God, you're lost.
Leaves fall as paper lanterns from wooden fingers.
Spiraling upwards on the breath of cosmos, back
to Heaven, lit like the sun on a marvelous azure
backdrop. I needed your wisdom, but all is gone.
Christ, you're dead.
Atheists are not meant to love. Realists are not
meant for passion. Idealists are the dreamers
of their own demise; only they can make it
A man once told me that the astute make terrible
lovers, but I'll fight that to the bitter end. Maybe
the irrational are so hopeful in their wafts of
hallucination they cannot come to mindful conclusions
of their forsaken love.
There's a poet under my skin, itching
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
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let Down Your Trust IssuesI. (Set the stage)Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let Down Your Trust Issues3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The color of my bra is called Flirt," the girl says, popping a bubble in Amelia's face and winking. The sickly sweet scent of chemicals and sugar mixes with the chemicals and the sugar of the bar, hags low and heavy about their faces. The girl slides closer, beaming, her eyelids low. She's wearing too much mascara. Amelia grips her drink tighter and pulls her elbows in collapsing, she fills less space than she did before. Volume stays the same, the number of atoms composing her stays constant, but she appears to be smaller. Could this be expressed mathematically, or with a computer simulation, she wonders, and sips at her drink. She says nothing.
"See here." The girl tugs down her shirt sleeve and shows Amelia the thin bra strap pressing into the moon pale skin of her shoulder. The orange lighting makes her seem healthier than she is. "Flirt." She wiggles her eyebrows in a way that would be suggestive, if her makeup wasn't so dark that it made her look
Romancing A Vampire Chapter 1Falling in love was never something I was good at. I passed all of my high school classes easily, but if Relationships had been a class on my transcript, my GPA would be far from a 4.0.Romancing A Vampire Chapter 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sure, I'd been in a few. But there were always complications. It usually involved the other girls, you know, the prettier ones, who swung their ponytails around like baseball bats and wore little more than a bathing suit to school, even in the middle of winter.
I wasn't very much to look at, so I can't blame the guys for going to look for somebody better. I was slightly taller than average, around 5'7. My family descended from Ireland, so I was "blessed" with the natural milkmaid body: ice-white skin, long and curly red hair, and deep emerald eyes. "Emerald", at least, is the color my parents used to describe my eyes. I usually referred to them as the color of grass.
You could say I was one of the lucky Irish women, though. Growing up I rarely had acne, and I had very few freckles, unlike my parents and