Shedding Stars IIyou were the sky i wasShedding Stars II2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sea, with the sun
in an offering of light
you wore the night as i
called your stars down
United States Summer 2011America alienates me.United States Summer 20114 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
From touchdown in Atlanta it is obvious I am, so to speak, no longer in Kansas.
I am asked what I am doing here. Repeatedly, and not always in a nice way. I want to answer with the obvious, that I am queuing endlessly for the privilege of being cross examined by an unfriendly customs officer who wants to know all kind of private details my best friend doesn't even know, but I swallow it back and smile meekly, while trying to act like I am not nervous, frustrated and insulted.
Procedures, waiting lines, probing questions, stamps and signatures, and then, finally, the liberating "Enjoy the United States".
I never felt more alien.
passports, fingerprints, eye scans...
I just want my love.
America amuses me.
This first meeting scratches only at the surface. I encounter all the clichés and smile inwardly: the food portions, the convenience stores, the SUVs.
A Dust of SnowSnow was the great purification. All of the dark places of the land dotted with coated trees were blanketed by mother snows cold hand. The earth was softer in winter, in white. It was sleeping soundly beneath the coverlets where only wolves, rabbits and deer went tuttering by leaving their trails and magic.A Dust of Snow3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl’s cheeks had long turned chill-burnt red, polished and bright as two crisp autumn apples. They burned in the pale of her skin in the moonlight. In some other time, her lips as red as hearts and her hair as dark as raven’s wings might have stirred a poem. But the eerie mingling of fear and desire glass coating her brown eyes made her seem a mad, mad straw creature than a beauty.
The snow was deep and it bit to the knee, sometimes keeping her stuck in place. Frostbite tingled, a small sting at first and now a sharp bite in her feet; fingers. Her mittens had been swiped by a lashing pine, a boot kept by unforgiving drift. Her dress cold and wet.
Otherwise Good ConditionI have worn the same dressOtherwise Good Condition2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for four days, because
I am sick, exquisitely
black and gold, your drunk
dimestore Nefertiti. A
white stain announces
itself, a muddy star:
here. Undo yourself,
those sallow words you drink,
let the silk fall loose. I've got
a face like dirty laundry
and burial grounds --
What I touch becomes
unwell. I wear my hair
like it pains me,
like a little girl
sucking her teeth
at cars, the caked little
tombs of sugar that crumble,
under the hot milk
of the sun.
Survive the Zombies In the wake of nearly every disaster, fatalities occur long after the event has taken its initial toll. Whether it is a volcano, hurricane, flood, plague or zombie attack, the general pandemonium following a crisis often causes more problems for the survivors than the original disaster. The most threatening aspect of surviving the impending apocalypse is hordes of mindless drones, either in the form of zombies, angry mobs, or the Federal Emergency Management Agency.Survive the Zombies5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Paranoia and suspicion of others are the best ways to avoid being swept up in this deadly pandemonium. As long as quality of life is not part of the issue, staying shut away in an overly sterilized air lock with a lifetime supply of canned food will probably keep you breathing the longest. Of course, if retaining humanity is factored into the equation, your options are far less clear. As social creatures, humans have evolved to react as a group, similar to pods of fish and herds of
terabyte ruinswe've clicked the help buttonterabyte ruins3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the tool bar.
we're the first to admit we're confused.
this morning the council met with a proposal
to replace god.
there have been complaints.
"dear eternity, i'm disillusioned
your god is a single snapshot of deep space
and a soundtrack of silence.
i tried pressing reset.
my old model featured google images,
a personal blog, and a comment section.
yesterday's god had to be recharged.
it was a rough way to be hardwired,
but there was a five-year money-back guarantee
and excuse me, but i'm dissatisfied.
i'm not so sure about redemption,
and i saw it on the news yesterday:
they recalled the golden rule.
it had a bug called desire."
give us a refund,
and we'll continue shopping.
our browsing has offered up
some promising candidates:
and technological giants.
we're not sure yet, god,
but we're pretty sure you're out.
it doesn't come highly recommended,
but we're considering a newer model:
idolatry. instant gratification.
In the cold Yule night/ CE SilvaraWhen dragons fly in the sky, stars shine high and brightIn the cold Yule night/ CE Silvara2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ho my lady of the blue rose, your eyes glow like twilight
Clad in light and darkness, your hair is a dream
Of night woven into amethyst, sapphire and silver beams
From your lips the song of life rise to the heaven
With the spirits you twirl, you the Goddesses chosen,
In a clearing under the cold dark sky, daughter of sun and moon
All together welcoming the new year and Nature's boon
Ho Silvara, you captured my soul in this star lit clearing
When you danced around the bonfire to welcome the year in beginning
Allow me just a touch, just a whisper, just a kiss
So I can walk away lost in eternal bliss
You're the woman eternal, the light in the shadow
Strong, gentle and merciful, you comfort those in sorrow,
The strength of the earth, the glow of the moon are your beck and call
Wielding sword and spirit both to fight, defend or enthrall
Daughter of the elves, enchantress, sister of dragons,
You carry your burden and never lose your vi
It Had To Be FrogsSunday, October 13th, 2013. Helwan's Circle. It rained frogs.It Had To Be Frogs2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of course, it had to be frogs. Serena stepped over them as best she could, but they were everywhere. It wasn't the kind of thing you expected to see in smallish town America. One or two, maybe. Any more than that and you're wading into witch burning territory.
Serena really didn't want to wade into witch burning territory.
“What seems to be the problem?” Serena asked, “Aside from the frogs.”
Mrs. Caprica wrung her hands---Serena had never actually seen anyone do that. Truth be told, she'd rather not see it again. The woman had probably been wound too tightly even before any of this happened.
“We just wanted a baby,” she said.
“And you tried to invoke...”
“Heqet,” she said, “She's Egyptian. Ancient Egyptian, I mean.”
“I know who she is,” Serena said, as gently as she could. The frogs were staring a little too intently.
“I followed the bo
3.14The boy sat on the edge of the wooden pier shivering as the ocean that once hugged him tightly dripped off his body in disgust, leaving only a thin layer of green sludge between his skin and the crisp air around him. The smell of dead fish rose out of the ocean grave and wrapped around him until his nose could no longer smell it at all. As the sun left the hazy blue sky, he watched the boisterous boats tread further into the ocean until they were eaten whole by the horizon. His stomach bubbled, gurgling as if to imitate a toddler drowning.3.143 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You. Your shift’s been outta here for an hour,” a man, dressed in rubber rain clothes and black boots said. “We don’t pay ya to loiter after your deed is done.”
“You don’t pay me at all,” Pi mumbled, directing his eyes away from the murky green water and towards the man’s agitated eyes. “What? You don’t.”
“I pay ya plenty,” the man sneered, “for a rat-bo
Oaki knew a girl once,Oak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with an oak heart and guarded hands
(gloved from touch)
uncrossed her ankles,
let naked fingertips
touch well-read lips, and
her heart kind of turned
i miss that girl,
with the oak heart -
she was tougher.
DivorceBefore that day,Divorce2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunday mornings had never occurred to me.
I must have slept through their every summons:
I never knew the time sensitive ritual of finding matching socks,
forcing “nice” shoes over misshapen toes,
the silent pact we would share with the warm cushions of the divan
waiting for Mother to ready us, memories that settle in the guts
like a madstone, which I could then pull out of my old cadaver
to save myself in the next life.
There were a few moments. Like that time, in the garage,
basking in Father’s sunrise sorcery as he fired his magic timing light
into the fluttering lungs of an engine, or when he let me aim
the water at his bucket, poorly, while he carved something
otherworldly into stubborn dirt.
I held nothing near of Sundays, nothing sacred, nothing dreaded,
save for the occasional shameful confusion
I would coax from my belly with dogged chimes
of christmas bells haranguing the church congregation
with their infernal sequence, hanging like nervou
Darkest Before The DawnDarkest Before The DawnDarkest Before The Dawn3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Loki already regretted opening his eyes before the grey twilight of dawn crept underneath his lashes. Because open eyes and realising that your eyes were open and seeing meant that you were awake. To be awake meant to think. And feel.
A half-hearted groan found its way out of his throat and he turned in bed to face the wall. However, the picture of the room he was in could not be erased. He had been lodged in the old nursery of the palace, that being the only empty quarters at the moment (he didn´t dare to ask what they had done with his old room). It was absolutely ridiculous - a nursery as a prison cell!
Why didn´t they just throw me into the real prison? He wondered not for the first time.
Because they still don´t take you seriously, a small and cruel voice whispered inside his head.
Turning around again, he stared at the thin fingers of light crawling onto the floor through the newly barred window. Just like the out
003: LightFrUK: He Is My Light003: Light4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His house was dark. All of the blinds and shades were closed, not allowing any measure of sunlight to disturb him. The darkness fit his mood. He was a total wreck. For days, he hadn't moved from his bed. He just laid there, from the time he awoke to the time he fell asleep. He never even got up to eat. The pain of hunger became so constant that he got used to it, and eventually he didn't even notice it anymore. If he weren't an immortal nation, no doubt he'd be dead by this point. As it was, he was wasting away. Not that he cared. Nothing mattered to him anymore. Not since America had left him.
He'd lost track of the days since he first barricaded himself in his room. Not that he'd ever tried to count in the first place. But as he stared blankly up at the ceiling, some tiny, non-broken part of his mind wondered idly why no one had noticed his continuous absence and come to check on him. Then it remembered that he had no friends and the only person he'd cared about
My Vampire Yaoi Story p2Part 2 of my yaoi story....My Vampire Yaoi Story p26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Everyone in the crowd cried out and sighed and wept and shouted and the room was filled with chaos the instant the vampire was out of sight. Tim placed his hand over his furiously beating heart and muttered breathily to himself, "Thank the Lord..." His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned back against the white subway train wall.
A voice over the intercom, which apparently hadn't been brave enough to speak out before, now droned out "Please, do not panic. The situation is now under control. Evacuate the subway immediately and help and transportation will be provided."
The doors opened up automatically and the crowd all pushed and shoved and stampeded to get out as fast as they could.
A hand grabbed Tim's shoulder from behind and he nearly screamed
Now now, my love. -Yaoi, ch.1-Aiza closed the door to his apartment, careful to lock it as he went. He had the feeling that the boy living across from him may have been planning on robbing him. He was always leaving as Aiza was, which he found to be very suspicious indeed. Sure enough, Aiza turned around and saw him. Tall, skinny with a slight build, long black hair pulled into a tight ponytail and bright, molten yellow eyes. All that Aiza knew about the boy was that he was at most eighteen, and that he too lived alone. Aiza watched carefully as he walked down the long hallway, sounds of the other tenants daily lives filling his ears. Yelling from one apartment, music from another. Kitchen noises, children laughing and squealing, playing a game in the confines of the tiny apartments that made up Woodridge. When he reached the stairs he turned around slowly, then walked down, running his hand along the wooden walls, coming to the one board that never seemed to be placed as carefully as the others at the first landinNow now, my love. -Yaoi, ch.1-8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Thor 2 - Loki fanfic - The 913th dayThor 2 - Loki fanfic - The 913th day2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Nine hundred and twelve days ago the All-Father had removed the shackles and gag and confined him to this white crystal prison. No ceremony of judgment. No trial by his peers. As if, indeed, a thing existed for a Jotun stolen and raised to believe he was Asgardian. Simply his not-father and his not-brother escorting him to this crystal box encased in magic negating spells.
Attention riveted on the amalgam of ancient stone and sleek crystal, he'd jerked when they approached it.
Its aura had radiated wrongness. It had pulsed towards him, sucking at his power. He'd wanted to whimper. And hated that. Hated his weakness. A real Asgardian wouldn't have balked. At least the gag had spared him the indignity of them knowing.
Odin's thick fingers had dug painfully into his bicep. "Loki." The look in Odin's eye had been … complex, unreadable. He would've spit in it if he could've. "Do not make this punishment more difficult than it has to be."
"Father," Thor said in that questioning
Blessings From Sins: The Return Ch 5Chapter 5Blessings From Sins: The Return Ch 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Loki is pregnant, coming back as an exile in chains from the final events from the Avengers movie. Nobody seems to know about his ongoing pregnancy, nor the father of the child. Loki doesn't know how to handle it, from bearing the child, to his constant thoughts that he will be killed, surely, for the crimes he had committed.
But what is he to do when he's welcomed back home with open arms? What if, although still at fault for the horrors he had done in childish vengeance, his old friends, his family, still missed him so incredibly? Would Loki have the growing courage to speak of the unborn child? And, above all else, would he manage to fix the broken bond and heart he once had with not only Thor, but with himself?
It is funny sometimes what the truth can hold for a person. Happiness. Regret. Pain. Relief. Sometimes it yields nothing, so telling it doesn't affect barely the breez
My Vampire Yaoi Story p12Part 12 of my vampire yaoi story...My Vampire Yaoi Story p126 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was starting to get late and dark, but still two figures were walking down the sidewalk streets of New York City. The teen in back raised his arms above his head in a big long stretch. He smiled happily. "Man! I can't believe we defeated a fallen angel and saved humanity! And I helped do it! Wow!! That's just so frickin' cool!" he exclaimed with spring in his step.
The vampire in front of him turned and smiled at the boy's enthusiasm. "Indeed you did help." Though the comment wasn't very enthusiastic, it cheered up Tim even more. It was a lot coming from Jakyle. "I never doubted we'd defeat it."
"Oh, I bet you worried for a moment.."
They continued walking. Tim wasn't quite sure where they were going because they had been walking for
I know I'm trouble... but will you love me? Pt11Tyler's p.o.v.I know I'm trouble... but will you love me? Pt112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After a couple of months since I got sick it was October. I still feel flustered and my face goes hot if I stay around Danny for too long. So I've tried limiting our space. And every night I dream of Danny holding onto me, keeping all of the cold away. Soon nightmares started too come back again. But they'd come after I was snuggled up with Danny in my head. They'd be about Danny leaving me or telling me how worthless and terrible I am. And most of all that he would tell me he hated me and wished he''d of sliced my neck after my parents. Every Night I'd wake up in a panic once the nightmares started. Tears in my eyes, heart throbbing, and shaking uncontrollably. Then I'd go sneak into his room to make sure that he was still there. I would smile to myself seeing him then gently close the door and go back to my room. But never sleep the rest of the night.
The nightmares have gotten extra worse s
Wonderful Complications: PrologueRating: PG-13Wonderful Complications: Prologue4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warning: AU, Slash, Mpreg, Human & Country Names
Summary: England's relationship with France takes a major shift after the events of one long summer.
England found that this New World wasn't very different from the old one that he had left behind and that thought was both a source of comfort and aggravation. For one thing, despite the fact that he had crossed a vast ocean just to reach this new continent, he still found himself faced with an all too familiar problem: France. He had been aware of France's settlements on this land well before his ships had set sail, but the other nation's presence and the endless fights that it resulted in were still an annoyance that he could do without.
Still England was determined not to let France's existence get in his way. When he looked out on this vast new land and its wealth of resources, he saw the boundless potential it held within its fertile soils and he was re
APH: Sight RegainedIt had been 18 months since the car accident. 78 weeks since he had seen anything but darkness. 547 days of struggling to re-learn how to do the simplest of tasks. A year and a half that made him understand the slow passage of time perceived by humans--each day seemed to stretch on as endlessly as the last.APH: Sight Regained5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the first six months, bruises faded back to unmarked skin, the twisted wrist regained mobility, the lacerations across his face healed to an intricate lacework of scars, and the doctor pronounced his damaged eyes as healed as they would ever be. Despite continued assurances that he might yet regain his sight, Matthew knew those chances grew ever slimmer as more time passed. By the 12-month mark, he had resigned himself to permanent blindness. He didn't even bother opening his eyes anymore.
So it was that he awoke on a Saturday morning, a year and a half after a drunk driver and shattered windshield ruined his eyes, to the sound of the radio announcer talking about the unprecedent
Seam StressThe heaviness settled in like an anvil being dropped on me. I couldn't take the fog inside my head and the lead inside my heart anymore, so I sat in the sun to melt it away. I wanted to sear every surface until I couldn't feel anymore. What kind of life is that, though, to never feel anything? To never feel the joy of love; the way it wraps its arms around your heart and traces its fingertips along your veins? Even the pain of looking back at love's scattered memories is necessary to understand how beautiful the feeling once was; how lucky you were to have ever felt its lips press to your cheek, its breath collect in the hollow of your neck. Love does these things, sews itself right up inside you to close the holes within.Seam Stress2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You'll be told you'll find another. You'll be told to go, go and find happiness because all this is, is hurt, and nothing else. The problem is, your heart doesn't understand the complexities of bad timing or fear or settling for another because of low self-worth. You
Heartbreaking MiseryHello thereHeartbreaking Misery2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's been over half a year
Since I've seen your countenance
Why did I think you would
Be there for ever and eternity?
You bailed out on the best
Years there could have been
Little did I know
While we were apart
You would be
And always be a
Plotting your plan just right
Drama Drama Queen
Thinking and planning and destroying
Everything I am
Placing me on lies instead of the truth
Intimidating everyone to believe
That you're right and I'm wrong
What a sad life you must live
As a heartbreaking misery
Frenemy who's such a drama queen
I played back the conversations in my head
Of the last few times you and I talked
You think you're so good at being a wordsmith
Such a shame that "friends" like you exist
I saw you with my other frenemy
Getting along like you used to in high school
You both got everything you wanted
While I was left out
Makes sense because I was the third wheel
You think you're so cool
You think you're better
You're so blind to th
The Invincibles: Chapter 2Chapter 2 Adventure CallingThe Invincibles: Chapter 24 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It may have been mid spring, but the night still had enough bite to remind him of early winter. He shivered as he warmed his hands on the thermos filled with hot tea and turned up the volume on the radio. His chilled ears were met only with static that reminded Arthur of how incredibly pathetic this was. He had owned a police scanner before -- it had been installed by the same chaps at the Agency who had given him the Invinc-obile -- but that one had been custom made and top of the line. This hunk of metal and wires had been purchased second hand from a shady looking bloke at a local Army surplus store and was sitting on the dashboard of a car that could never even wish to be the Invinc-obile.
"What in the blazes are you doing, Artie?" he asked himself, rubbing at his tired eyes with the heel of his palm.
Sitting there in his beaten up old sedan, he had to remind himself that this wasn't the Invinc-obile and he was not Captain Invincible, hadn't been