Don't Scream It's late. You're tired from a long day and decide to sleep; rest your mind. You change into something comfortable and slip into your bed. Of course, you don't check under the bed or in your closet. Monsters aren't real; they haven't been since you were younger.
Your eyes begin to close, slowly but surely, as you drift to sleep. Every internal guard you may have built around your mind is retracting; everything you want kept out is silently creeping in as well as anything you want kept in is gradually oozing out. Your wonders, fears, hopes, despairs, displayed. You're vulnerable. Subconsciously realizing this, you wrap yourself in the blanket, hoping for some kind of protection. It won't help though.
Your breathing continues at a steady pace, slightly faster than your breathing when awake. You shift in preparation of the long hours ahead. Silence.
Your mind, still slightly aware, registers the light tapping at the window as a branch blown by the wind. The qui
FrostHe looked timidly down the street. It was, like the ten previous times he’d checked, empty. Devoid of any and all human life.Frost1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
But not empty, no. There were the bodies remaining still. No one had come to clean them up- or more likely, those who came had perished too, contributing generously to the rising pile.
He kept walking, stepping over silent faces, over mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters. Over all the faces of the innocents smited in the greens and yellows of life.
The City had died, that much was visible from a glance. Bodies were strewn over streets, park benches, in libraries and coffee shops, in cars and buses and skyscrapers and apartments. But the decay hadn’t set in yet, oh no. The butchery had ended, but the processing hadn’t yet begun. The ungodly stench was only just starting to leak out into the crisp air.
And the frost was everywhere. The white frost, they had called it. The frost that didn’t melt. Come from the sky to punish you, free
Rescue TeamShe called me because I lived right downstairs. She called me because she knew I wouldn’t call her parents. She called me because she hadn’t called in three months, and she knew that if she called me, crying, blubbering, watering the receiver with her tears and blood, I would come running anyway.Rescue Team2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was hunched up on the kitchen floor, her arms wrapped around her legs, her eyelashes wrapped around her bloodshot eyes. She looked up at me as I dropped the key I had never given back into my pocket. Her feet and hands were bloodied and full of cuts.
She said nothing as I crunched my way over the broken glass to her and hunched down, balancing on the balls of my feet. She looked down.
“What did you do?” I asked, looking around the messy kitchen, filled with shards of glass and broken plates. I noticed she was holding the phone in one hand and a champagne glass in the other. The only intact one left, I observed from my place facing the open cupboards and empty sh
BlindImagine your life, like a light,Blind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Having a parent with no sight,
And at a young age, you'll know your own way home.
To guide and to see,
Your life would soon be,
And your life getting less and less bright.
Friends making jokes,
About the non-seeing folks,
And you sit in your seat, in tears.
Trying to lend you a hand,
They just don't understand,
That the pain comes from words they spoke.
Though instead, think of whose life must suffer,
Images growing much rougher,
And they can't see their child's own face.
With bumped and bruised knees,
From such, normally, avoidable injuries,
Their skin and bones simply tougher.
The colors of anything, even the color of your eye,
Or maybe those boring old birds in the sky,
Your parent can't experience at all.
While you partially hope the trait isn't genetic,
Your heart is feeling quite sympathetic,
For the one you love, who suffers, never having hurt a fly.
And then....that's when you ask, why?
SpeechlessHow the hell can I makeSpeechless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See that everything you say
Everything you do
And although I’m not perfect
And I am trying
To find some sense of
But you’re making it
Pretty damn difficult
And I realize there’s
I can say to get through to you
Because nothing has worked yet
And all I want is
But you have taken that
All away from
Number One Apprentice - Randall AscotLuke sat on one of the many benches that littered the museum, watching his own feet as he swished them back and forth in a vague attempt to keep himself amused. Sadly, nothing could detract from the fact that he was very bored right now.Number One Apprentice - Randall Ascot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't that he had to come to these talks very often, as usually his dad would leave him at home, but sometimes his mum would be away and there'd be no one to look after him, so he'd have to come. Which is what had happened today.
He didn't understand why his dad was still so obsessed with listening to famous archaeologists blather on about what new facts they'd discovered after looking at some fossil that someone else had dug up a decade or more ago. Clark was the mayor of a town now, not an archaeologist. But apparently he'd been one of the best students in his year when he was at college and still wanted to show a keen interest.
This was an interest that Luke did not share. Having been to this museum so many times that he practically knew every e
Don't Mourn For MeShe was in my bed, where she had been for the past few days. Despite pleas from everyone, she refused to go anywhere else.Don't Mourn For Me1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watched her sob her heart away and I almost wished I hadn’t done it. Seeing her there with so much anguish carved into her lovely face, it almost made me regret my choice, almost.
In the end, it had been worth it. The pain and the sorrow were all gone.
“Stop mourning for me,” I begged as I sat beside her, bed remaining the same under my transcendental body. She had to let go and move on.
She sobbed violently and pressed my pillow into her face, no doubt trying to breath in what little of my scent remained.
“It hurts too much,” she said through choked breaths. “Sometimes it feels like you’re still here,” she quietly added as her sobs began to subside. It seemed like that thought brought her comfort.
“I know sweetie but you have to move on,” I told her in a gentle voice. “It’s not your f
The Right Hand Curse ReversedEverything that my right hand has ever writtenThe Right Hand Curse Reversed2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Comes from the heart and mind of a boy that is cursed
So from now on I’ll learn to write with my left hand
In hope not expectation that this curse will be reversed
And then I shall sit in front of an open fire
Unflinching as each flame licks closer to my face
Not close enough though so it could swallow me whole
But just close enough so that it can have a taste
Of the beads of regret in my perspiration
That are forming and rolling down my furrowed brow
From a wildfire mind that is now out of control
Come thoughts that these damp morals fail to disallow
Everything that my right hand has ever written
Might as well have been scribed in invisible ink
With my thoughts being a vessel on a voyage of hope
And the weight of my memories causing it to sink
Right down to the depths of the deepest ocean floor
And left down there to rot beneath the sea bed
I thank the Lord that they’ll remain out of reach
And that none of the words I’ve
Professor layton werewolf one shotLayton sat alone in a stone walled room while writing and trying to calm himself with tea. His room was designed like a cell to keep some big wild animal inside; what with its big steel door (which had a very small slidable cover that reveals a small window) and barred windows; but yet it had a large comfy bed, a dresser with a mirror, a desk (which he was using at the moment), a tall standing mirror, and a clean bathroom with a shower and everything. In his opinion, he found this contrast eerie. He was in the big, highest part of this strangely designed hotel. It was some far away from the town they were visiting. Outside his window, he could see the overview of the town and the setting sun.Professor layton werewolf one shot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Layton was actually locked inside, away from Luke and Flora (who were a few floors way from him), just in case if he does somehow…transform.
This was all happening because of last night. Layton and his apprentice Luke were investigating while Flora stayed inside the safety of their hotel
The Talisman"Take this talisman, darling," Mum said, placing a clear stone in my open hand. I felt like an eight year old receiving her weekly pocket money.The Talisman1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mum..." I sighed. Her superstition wore me out sometimes.
"It's a talisman of protection! I'm trusting you with it, now you're sixteen."
"Well, your spells didn't work before. I still got bullied."
"But you never had your hair pulled again, did you?" Mum said with a patronising I-told-you-so tone. She smiled gently and stroked her thumb against my face. "I'm so proud of you, Kate. You didn't have to go to Sixth Form, but you are. I know school's better now-"
"They still think I'm weird," I said flatly, cutting her short.
"Who cares what they think? You got Fyn now anyway."
Yes, Fyn, I thought sourly. My only real friend who still teased me about my batshit crazy mother.
"I don't need the talisman. Everyone leaves me alone now," I said.
"Please wear it, sweetheart. Just under your clothes? I worry about you. So many
The Creature from the DeepHe comes from the deep and he comes to destroy.The Creature from the Deep2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I heard his dreaded voice from when I was a boy.
He told me to serve him but my will was strong,
And know that alongside men is where I belong.
So out from the depths comes the terror so foul
Emitting its ancient and inescapable howls.
Kraken we called it, but it's the devil himself,
Although this mighty monster has no need for stealth.
We watch it rise above the concrete temples
And crush our metal beasts with movements so simple.
It marches through our crystal towers so high
And to our good fortune passes us by.
A solitary preacher emerges boldly from the crowd
And addresses the demon, his manner proud.
"Back dark Leviathan to your watery grave,
You will find none here willing to be your slave".
A tentacle then lifts him slowly to the sky,
And it would seem that now his end is nigh,
As, piercing our souls we hear pleading and screams
That we could not thought up in our wildest dreams.
His crushed, bloody body is thrown to the floor
Beyond AbeyanceI used to write of darkness.Beyond Abeyance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a place so hollow and apathetic,
And my insignificant place inside it.
But silence was deafening,
along with solitude savage.
I suffocated on thoughts of oblivion.
And I floated there.
my realm of
It wasn’t until I closed my eyes,
That I dreamed of COLOR.
C r e a t i o n f l o o d e d m y l u n g s,
And jump started my blood flow.
I was given all the universe
.........Of which to shape into something b e a u t i f u l..........
S o I g a v e l i f e.
I t o o k c o n t
To My RapistYou killed yourself the other dayTo My Rapist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because you were finally going to jail
for what you did to me
and countless other kids
and let me tell you
how livid that makes me.
I hate the fact that you stole
my virginity from me.
I hate that you’re not getting what
I hate that you took
the coward’s way out.
But most of all
that I didn’t get the chance
to forgive you
and for that
NightmareI had a dream last night.Nightmare2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There was fear in that dream. I remember feeling weighed down by the terror. I remember feeling eyes watching me from everywhere; feeling that they - whoever they were - were just waiting for me to slip up and make a mistake, to chase after me and capture me. I don't know what I did. I don't know where I was. It was a world where things had gone terribly wrong, and the metallic smell of fear and oppression and blood filled the air. That much I knew, and I knew I was in danger.
But there was a woman, and though she was afraid she was kind to me. She sheltered me; said that I was kin, that I was part of her family. She said that to a group of uniformed men who had come knocking at her door - terrible, terrible men with cruel faces and sleek rifles by their sides. I was terrified, and I'm sure she was terrified as well, but the men took her for her word and left.
They left, and they brought the woman's son with them. The boy couldn't have been older than twelve.
Undo myselfI cut my hair.Undo myself1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the only way I knew how to physically rid myself of him.
I cut the strands that he had pulled his fingers through. I cut the soft locks that he had spent hours helping me sort out. I cut the hair that he had so persistently encouraged me to grow longer.
The first few days were the hardest.
It was empty. I didn't know what to do with my hands, now that I didn't have something to constantly tug at. My neck was constantly cold from the sudden exposure. And I was naked. I didn't have anything to hide behind. It was just me and my raw lonesomeness against the world.
Then the first few weeks had been the hardest.
I had spent years constantly altering myself to please another. I had forgotten how to be myself. It had taken time, considerably longer than just a few weeks, to unravel myself. To figure out which parts of me was my own and which were his. Cutting my hair had been the first step on that journey.
I had spent, as long as I can remember actually, trying to be ob
ScarsI wear my scarsScars2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Like a mask
They tell the stories
Of my past
Some are small
Some are deep
A little pain
Helps me sleep
Before you call me crazy
Try to understand
I was a young boy
With the mind of a man
Live happy lives
So instead i lived
surrounded by knives
I wear my scars
Like a tat
Run a blade
Through my fat
Try to stop me
If you can
I'm not a fan
I live a life
I dont condone
Everday my mind
And most of all, society
How can i trust the news
If all they do is lie to me
Pop culture on a
Global news channel
See, thats the shit
That I just cant handle
TV warps the truth
You only see what it shows
If you want to free your mind
You have to reap what you sow
I wear my scars
Like a fresh outfit
As I look around
Every girl I see is fit
Beauty's in the eye
OF the person in the mirror
Theres not a single day
That you should feel inferior
Life's a game
Everybody is a player
The world's a box of candy
Everybody has a flavor
Keep your head up
Do You Know Who I Am?Do you knowDo You Know Who I Am?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who I am?
I am Fear,
I am Hate,
I am Lust,
I am Rage.
Let me inside your head.
Let my voice,
Fill you up.
Fill your stomach,
Fill your heart,
Fill your lungs,
Fill your head.
Let me be all that you taste,
All that you hear,
All that you smell,
All that you feel.
Do you know who I am?
I am Addiction,
I am Temptation,
I am vile,
I am Sin.
You can't keep me out.
I am already
Inside your head.
A Wolf at War: Chapter 1A Wolf at WarA Wolf at War: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: The World as We Knew It
"They are getting close, wait until the tank is next to the car." I whispered to Jacek who was lying next to me as he twisted the last few wires together, priming the final fuse. From our second floor position we had a commanding position over the street below, gripping my rifle I readied myself for the fight to come. A block away, a small squad of two dozen German troops headed by a Panther tank cautiously made their way towards our position which was at the far end of a T shaped intersection. Those fascist bastards were oblivious of the trap which has been set for them. The rumbling of the German tank was growing ever louder as they drew ever closer, less than thirty meters from the car now. Jacek gripped the detenator anxiously, thick beads of sweat running down his gaunt, unshaven face. I reached over to him and placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Wait for
BrokeBig brother.Broke2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yesterday you broke me,
I've never felt so torn.
The words you spoke to me,
Made me wish I was never born,
You cut off my hair,
And took my pride,
Making me look like a boy,
While inside I died.
New clothes I loved,
The blue short sleeved type,
But later that day,
They were stained by tears I wiped.
Honestly, I felt like crying,
As chunks of hair were chopped,
When I said I didn't want too,
You yelled at me for an hour non stop,
"Fucking selfish brat, why don't you just hand your self in?Everyone would be better off that way, You're so weak it's pathetic . I shouldn't have helped you that day."
Those words hurt me so bad,
I couldn't stop the tears,
You lifted your hand and striked,
Making me remember all my fears,
I know that your in pain,
And I know that it's my fault,
But your words ripped open wounds,
And it felt like you poured salt,
I really am burden,
I guess I'm not that strong,
And I wish I could apologize
For doing everyone wrong,
Sorry for getting in the wa
Don't Judge People Easily"Hey you!" I called out to the popular girlDon't Judge People Easily2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"What do you want?" she hissed at me with her bratty voice
"Do you remember the girl you called fat? She's now starving herself because of you."
"So? Why would I care?" she asked
"Remember the boy you called stupid? He actually is the smartest kid in school and now you made him feel like he was stupid."
"Whatever. Your wasting my time hurry up."
"Remember the boy you made fun of his laughing? His mother died 2 days ago, and you think laughing made him better, it made him worse.
She was speechless and looking guilty with the look in her face.
"Do you remember the girl that sleeps in every class and you called her "Miss Sleepy-Head?" Her mom gave birth to a 8th child and the crib is in her room. She has to take care of it, while you live a happy perfect only-child life.
She looked down at the ground and looked like she was having a hard time.
"Finally, do you remember calling me ugly, stupid, and fat?" I lifted up the right sleeve of my t-shirt
Sick SuffocationMy gaze pursues your every move,Sick Suffocation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tracking down your behavior
The way your jugular pulses
every time you talk;
They way you hunch your shoulders a bit
when I watch you walk
I want to lick your face
I want to touch your soul
I want to wear your face
I want to be your soul
Don't you notice my eyes following you?
Don't you hear my sinister laugh behind you?
Your feral screams could cry out
but no one would hear a sound
It's all in your head
I'm not chasing you
It's all in your head
The person dying isn't you
Don't freak out
I haven't cut your face
I haven't peeled off the skin
That blood isn't yours
Those screams are mine
I finally have you
I'm fucking with your mind
He's not dangerous : werewolf professor LaytonHe’s not dangerousHe's not dangerous : werewolf professor Layton2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He did not react quickly enough; he tried to start making his way downhill but they released their arrows and he felt them pierce into his back, letting out a loud cry of pain. He was momentarily stunned and stumbled a bit. Another arrow suddenly struck him in his right thigh. Startled, he let out a pained yelp and lost his balance, tumbling down the rocky ravine.
He was rolling for a while, hitting some large rocks along the way down; some of the arrows were pushed painfully deeper into his skin and he heard one of them snap. He finally came to a slow stop as he rolled into a small shallow pond at the bottom.
He lay motionless for a few seconds when his senses came back; water was flowing into his nose, forcing his injured body to sit up. He shook his head, snorted and coughed up some water. He then dragged himself out of the pound; he had to keep moving; but he was so worn out from rolling down the ravine.
Silent School DaysI am refusing to look back fondlySilent School Days2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the so-called best days and years of my life
So my memories will not deceive me
With rose tinted reminiscence and hindsight
School was nothing more than a breeding ground
For close minded and close hearted thinking
Education was drip fed like water
But was too contaminated for drinking
We were fenced in along side our ambition
And watched it fade as we were forced to learn
From teachers for whom our best interests
Did not seem to be any of their concern
Most days it felt more like a factory
Than a fertile field of free thought
Manufacturing these children’s futures
With the useless information that they taught
Truth is they were bound by bureaucracy
Their once nurturing hands tied up in red tape
And without any passion for teaching
They began to neglect and humiliate
So I’d go to the library, see spaces on shelves
This told me that there were others like me
Wanting to lose themselves between book covers
Before losing their true identity
I adopted your scars onto my bodyYou came to me in the midnight of your lifeI adopted your scars onto my body1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
While I was in the twilight of mine
I was barely breathing
But you were suffocating
And so I breathed my air into your lungs
Leaving myself to be the one gasping instead
Perhaps it was the angst of your soul that drew me in
Or the beauty of the pain in your nature
The selfish selflessness that left me in such wonder that I could ignore the pain i felt
I adopted your scars onto my raw flesh
So that you could again walk among the living
While I laid in happy agony in the grave you abandoned
You promised to return so that we could change places one day...