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
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.3.142 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
SweetheartA few weeks agoSweetheart1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Louise excitedly waited for her package to arrive. She was literately looking out the window for any signs of it. She loved getting packages from Teeny and this one was actually a surprise. All she was “You’re going to LOVE it”. She grinned and bounced happily. Then, there was a knock on the door. She sprang to it and opened the door. However, she was greeted to someone that she really wasn’t expecting, a very handsome young man about her age. He had blond hair, a sweet smile, red cheeks, and wearing a blue checkered hoodie. But what made him stand out were her eyes. One was blue and the other was green. She couldn’t help but stare at his eyes. His whole face actually. He was so sweet looking.
“Hi! Are you Miss Louise?” she remembered her voice. She pulled her dark hair back.
“Yeah! That’s me!”
“Hi! I have a package for you!” he presented the package. She shakily took it.
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
terabyte ruinswe've clicked the help buttonterabyte ruins2 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.
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
This Movie Can Make ItA "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" ReviewThis Movie Can Make It3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
(The Review opens up in the Family Room of Bryce Kanyon's house, with the host decorating The Christmas Tree. As he's decorating, Bryce Kanyon hums "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" to lighten the mood. After placing the last ornament on the tree, one that looks like a "Red-Nosed Reindeer", Bryce turns around to discover that he's currently on the air)
Oh, hey everyone! I apologize; didn't know we were on. I'm Bryce "The Wrestlemaniac" Kanyon; I view it and review it because I'm crazy enough to do it. As you can guess, I'm actually doing some last minute Christmas Decorating with Christmas arriving in less than a week. You know, just a few days ago I was out singing some Christmas Carols with my sister and her friends and apparently this was the only song that we were mostly singing during our trip (Well that as well as "Frosty the Snowman" and "Jingle Bell Rock", they didn't know how to sing "It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year"). Then an
Thorki - Bad HabitsIt had only been the start of Loki and Thor not sharing the same room anymore. Odin had thought they were getting too old for it, and thought it best if they finally got their own rooms, now reaching almost teen hood. Loki had been fine with it, almost happy, now not having to deal with Thor flying onto the top bunk and utterly destroying Loki underneath. Indeed, now he could read his books and practice magic without Thor constantly trying to talk to him and ask him what he was doing. Now Loki's room was only slightly cluttered, his desk filled with books and small scorch marks on the wall from when he got angry and magic was too convenient at his hands.Thorki - Bad Habits3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But there was one thing Loki had to admit, and that was that his room was eerily quiet now. He was so used to having to tell Thor to shut up or to try and cover his ears to prevent from being kept up all night from his snoring that now he often found himself almost talking to the darkness. He would curse himself silently and roll over,
Des Vignettes - chapter 1 of 9Year ZeroDes Vignettes - chapter 1 of 94 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Well, then," says England, arms folded tightly across his chest as if to shield himself.
France has one ankle resting on his opposite knee and a cigarette in his fingers. "Quite so."
They stare at the documents on the long tabletop in between them.
"I must inform you," England says, as his fingers begin to tap rhythmically against his elbow, "that this means nothing."
"But of course." France dislodges some ash from the end of the paper cylinder with a delicate, slender finger. "We can agree that from its terms."
England nods emphatically. "Nothing in it."
They fall silent again. England taps his fingers harder upon his arm until their noise is audible, and glowers in turn at France, at the table just in front of him, and at the papers. France smokes his cigarette.
"Well, aren't you going to sign it?" England bursts out.
France makes a lethargic movement of his hand, wafting smoke across the table. "After you, my friend.
Time Traveller's EngagementExactly ten years from tomorrow, we'll be married here. My wife doesn't know that, of course. In a certain sense, neither do I.Time Traveller's Engagement4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's a beautiful spot, now. Now meaning today, when the sunlight is still pure, and the sky is still blue. The ivy still climbs in green snakes up the side of her father's chateau, the pennants of the House of Renard are snapping gaily over the towers.
I hear a lilting laugh that even now sends my heart into my throat. Euryale Renard. She is only a girl today, no older than my little sister is in the days I left behind. Even at twelve, my Ury's curls catch the sun like molten amber, with a flower basket flung wide as she runs. Behind her tumble the Twins, her best friends, their giggles almost as musical as my Ury's, their golden hair belying the poison in their hearts. I remember the snarl on Cassandra's lips as she spilled out her wine glass on the floor after Ury's father toasted our engagement. I remember wiping Chloe's spit from my eye on the same
Stockholm Syndrome Juno stared at his captors, scared to death.Stockholm Syndrome5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their boss was playing lazily with Juno's cellphone, browsing through the contacts.
"Mother, brother... Who shall we call?"
Juno shook his head. He wasn't gagged but somehow he couldn't speak at all out of fear.
"Then I'll choose."
Juno sobbed quietly; his mother would definitely get a heartattack if she knew what had happened to him. The man dialed the number and put the cellphone to Juno's mouth.
"Say hello to her."
Juno shut his mouth tightly, refusing to talk at all.
"Come oooon, you brat, prove that you're here and alive."
The boys mother answered the call. Juno wept silently, hearing her voice repeatedly asking "Juno?" But still, he didn't reply.
The man disconnected the call.
"Allright, we'll send her a part of you instead."
Juno gasped. The man took out a knife and crouched closer to him.
"What shall we send?"
"How about a finger? Or might that be a bit too cliche? A toe perhaps? You've got ten of them, so one less would not
My Vampire Yaoi Story p4part 4 of my story....My Vampire Yaoi Story p46 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Back at the APS headquarters, everyone was feeling alright. They hadn't gotten their prey, but he would now be easier to catch since they had already faced him and had seen his moves. The members poured into the dimly lit hideout, all talking at once.
Casey stood in the middle of the room, glancing at all the spirited talking people. She felt uneasy. Keith took quite of few of her men out, but she still felt like some of hers weren't there. Mel was at sniper still and hadn't seen the monster yet... Leroy was dead... Ted...
Casey fidgeted. She scanned the crowd of her men. Ted and Rook were not present. "Ted! Rook! Anyone seen them?" The crowd quieted at their leader's voice. They all looked amongst themselves.
"They're not here."
My Vampire Yaoi Story p8Part 8 of my yaoi story....My Vampire Yaoi Story p86 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was early in the morning hours when you could just barely see some light through the dense smog hovering over the air over New York City, but not quite the sun yet. A figure walked casually down the dim downtown sidewalk. He was a rather muscular redheaded man, maybe around 18. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets and he was strolling along, clearly not in a hurry to go anywhere.
Suddenly his head snapped up to the sky and his eyes widened in horror. He ducked down quickly, covering his head with his hands and shouted, "Holy crap!!!" A giant shadow passed over him, engulfing him in darkness. A screech cried out only feet above him and quickly passed over him, close enough to send a gust of air that sent his hair flying around his face. He stood back up straight, stepping backwards out of fear as he watched whateve
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 Mumble of GratitudeA moan, a splash, coughing. Tony turned around and there was Loki-God-of-Mischief-you-shall-all-kneel clutching at his stomach, a pool of yellow-brown liquid at his feet. His pupils were dilated, eyes crossed. Some of the vomit dribbled from his mouth to his chin.A Mumble of Gratitude3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve turned too and gasped. "O-oh. Gross." Tony got up and put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him to face forward again.
"So you can violently murder people but you can't handle a little turbulence? Some god you are," he said as he walked over to their captive and crossed his arms over his chest.
The usual iciness returned to Loki's face. "Shut up!" he snapped. "We don't have such contraptions in Asgard. Of course my system is not used to this motion." He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth and grimaced when he looked at it.
"You couldn't at least make it to the bathroom?" Tony opened the small door across from him and revealed a toilet. Loki sneered.
"Had I stood up you probably would have thought I was up to someth
My Vampire Yaoi Story p9Part 9 of my yaoi story....My Vampire Yaoi Story p96 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Suddenly Tim and Jakyle froze. There was a strange crumbling sound coming from somewhere in the room. Jakyle immediately stood, sniffing the air. He slowly approached a corner of the warehouse wall and reached his hand into his jacket pocket, gripping the handle of his sword. Tim stood up quickly, watching the spot Jakyle was trained on. They both tensed up when a crack split suddenly across the smooth gray surface.
The crack immediately enlarged, splitting into more and more cracks and bits of wall crumbled to the ground. A long black claw appeared through the hole, and it swiftly moved downward, slicing the wall apart. It disappeared back out again.
The creature slammed into the wall from the other side with its shoulder, sending debris flying. Jakyle stepped out of the way as a horned head appeared, growling
My Vampire Yaoi Story p17Part 17 of my vampire yaoi story…My Vampire Yaoi Story p175 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"How's this?" Jakyle asked, sweeping an arm out in front of him in a presenting gesture.
Tim eyes widened. "Wow…."
"I knew you'd be impressed," the vampire smirked. He'd taken a couple hours to prepare an amazing meal, and amazing it was. It was red wine, glazed ham, potatoes with homemade gravy, and steaming corn on the cob. The human teen stared at the table with all its fancy napkins and silverware all in the correct places. It was beautiful.
"Jakyle…. Where in the world did you learn how to cook like this…? It's amazing!"
The vampire gave him a look. "I never did. I really hate cooking." He lifted a hefty book
Bloodlust -Chapter 1-It had been nearly a month. Over four weeks since I felt the thick, warm liquid tingle its way down my throat. Twenty-nine endless days, each more horrible than the last. Nearly a month without a drop of blood. It was the worst form of torture for Usworse than setting Us out in the sun to fry like an egg on cement on a hot summer day. But this was self-torture, something I chose to do, as I always do. That's how it's always been.Bloodlust -Chapter 1-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I glared up at the sun that beat down on me like a hammer on a small, rusty, bent nail. It was hot, sunny days like these that really threatened to draw me to the edge. With each passing second, I could feel it drawing closerthat insanity that would make me lose it all. The rest of my classes weren't so bad, they were inside where the sun's rays couldn't find me, and in between classes I could stay under the awning. But, Physical Education was an outside class, and there was no excuse on the planet that could get Coach to let me stay in
Sick - FrUKIt all started with a sneeze, or, as Arthur would have called it, a god damn sneeze. He was in the kitchen, helping Francis prepare dinner by dicing tomatoes for the omelettes, which was probably the most anyone could trust Arthur with if they did not want to die or have their kitchen catch fire. Francis would not even let Arthur crack the eggs, all because of a small incident a few years back. So Arthur sneezed, rather loudly, without even trying to cover his mouth. No sir, that was not how Arthur operated, he just sneezed into the open air and onto the tomato among other things.Sick - FrUK4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ugh..." The Brit brought up his right arm aka the arm with the hand holding the knife to his face, wiping off his nose on the back of his hand.
"Arthur, are you feeling oka Do not wipe off your nose on the back of your hand, chéri, and at least set down the knife first, or else you might cut off your beautiful face and I will not be able to" the Frenchman began to scold,
My Vampire Yaoi Story p15Part 15 of my vampire yaoi story....My Vampire Yaoi Story p155 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Wait a minute, I need to rest for a moment....." Jakyle mumbled, leaning against a brick wall. Then, deciding he wanted a bit more private place, he moved to place nearby covered in shadow. Tim followed him, watching him silently.
The wounded vampire leaned his tired body against the brick, allowing his chest to heave in and out. His eyes closed and stayed shut.
"You should go back to the mansion, boy. I can join you... in a bit..." Jakyle breathed.
Tim shook his head. "I wouldn't want to leave you out here. The bullies might come back, and I might not be there to protect you," he purred playfully, enjoying Jakyle's annoyance at him.
"Don't get too smug, boy. It was once... You'll never get the opportun
(14) JackxElsa: The cold...A low chuckle escaped Pitch's throat as his soulless black eyes gazed upon the kingdom below him. The storm had become a full on blizzard, pelting the land below relentlessly with snow. The winds howled as the cold air buffeted the homes of the citizens, as they cowered in fear for their futures with the situation seemingly getting worse by the moment. The spirit of fear breathed in deeply, reveling in the situation, and let out a happy sigh.(14) JackxElsa: The cold...1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Glancing behind him, his army of nightmares stepping up from the gray clouds behind him.
"Do you smell that?" he said, a hand gesturing to the city below. "That is fear, my pets. Isn't it wonderful?"
His hand extended, and with a flourish, dark sand rose from the kingdom. One by one, the sand turned from formless threads of dark power into nightmares that added to his army, neighing in anger and excitement when they came to be.
His preparations were almost complete. Now, all he needed to do was wait for his pawn to finish off
The Invincibles: Chapter 1Warnings: AU, Slash, Action/Adventure, Implied Past Mpreg, Character DeathThe Invincibles: Chapter 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chapter 1 Sentenced to Domesticity
Supers Remove the Masks -- Americans Rest Easy
By DANIEL HAMMERSMITH
Published November 5, 1999
It was the case that changed the nation. Nearly two years ago, a local citizen -- whose identity was withheld from the public -- shocked the world by filing a class action lawsuit against none other than Captain Invincible after the Super foiled his suicide attempt causing the civilian to sustain massive injuries -- among the most severe a broken neck -- in the process. The plaintiff demanded that Invincible be held responsible for his medical bills, citing that he did not want to be saved and that the Super only caused him unbearable pain and stagger debt thanks to his "heroics."
Captain Invincible, who had remained tight lipped throughout the litigation, seemed to remain confident during the proceedings, certain that the judicial system would find him innoce
Because Of You Canada could remember. He remembered that France gave him up to England. The man who deported his people. He remembered the sickness, he remembered the freezing winter and the lean, damp springs, and he remembered the hurt in his heart as his people were herded to the coast and packed in overcrowded ships and taken away from him. He remembered it so well. Years and years later he would wake to the clenching in his chest and tears rushing down his face.Because Of You4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Now America was rebelling.
why? why would he rebel? Why would he break up their family? Why would he break up the loving family that Canada has come to know? Did Alfred not want to be his brother? Was he not good enough to be his brother? Why would he do this?
how could he do this?
Enlgand was poor. He was poor from a war that one of America's people caused. Poor from the war that tore Canada from his own parent nation. He needed taxes from America to get back on his feet. it was a co