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
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.
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.
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
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 Snow2 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.
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.
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,
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."
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 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
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
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.
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
The Invincibles: Chapter 1Warnings: AU, Slash, Action/Adventure, Implied Past Mpreg, Character DeathThe Invincibles: Chapter 14 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
Roy x Ed - Secret FetishesThe brazen young alchemist tugged at his coat, pulling it closer around his numb body. The weather in December was always terribly bitter, with snow falling inches thick and the smaller offices in Central being pathetically lacking in a heating system were always a death trap. He attempted to warm himself by hugging his body tightly but as the pale flesh of his left arm meet the harshness of his automail he pulled his arms apart suddenly. He sometimes forgot how cold his automail could get. He missed the days when his right arm could feel warmth and return it to his body...but of course that was before his sin. Before he ripped not only himself but also his brother apart. Edward Elric's mind flashed back to his younger brother, back to the days when Alphonse wore his own skin and felt warm when he hugged him. Now his brother was as cold as his dead right arm. Nothing but cold, dead metal.Roy x Ed - Secret Fetishes6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Damn this fucking office, what are they trying to do? Kill me?" screeched Ed as he shivered frant
FACE Family: Hearts and Homemade Biscuits"Non, non mon cher, stop. I think that will be enough glitter."FACE Family: Hearts and Homemade Biscuits3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"But Pa, I've only used half the pot." Cue adorable pout that no father could have the ability to say no to.
"Alfred, you don't need a whole pot to make one card, OK?" Francis rubbed his forehead, leaving a trail of red glitter across his skin.
"But it has to be the best Valentines card ever."
"You know, you can make your own card for your father, if you wish."
"But Paaa, I wanna help with yours. Anyway, you don't give Dad's Valentines cards, everyone knows that."
"Of course, mon cher." Francis gave in, and tried to shake some of the excess sparkles from the scarlet and hot pink monstrosity of a card.
"Pa! You're shaking all the glitter off!"
"Only the bits that haven't stuck. Now, we have to leave it to dry, d'accord?"
The oven timer pinged in the kitchen. Alfred shot to his feet and through the door.
"Alfred," Francis sighed, picking dried glue and stubborn specks of glitter from under his fingernails, "what
Dark Into Light - Chapter One (PruCan + UsUk)AN: I should be writing Fabricated right now, but I'm in the mood for some PruCan and USUK :3 And don't be discouraged by Alfred being slightly creepily protective over Mattie :3 I don't really ship Americest xDDark Into Light - Chapter One (PruCan + UsUk)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
In this, they're half brothers ^w^
When Matthew Williams-Jones opened his lavender orbs that morning, the first thing he vaguely saw – as he was not wearing his glasses – was the sleeping face of his brother, Alfred. He sighed, trying to disentangle his arm from Alfred to grab his glasses before poking his brother in the stomach to make him wake up.
“Al... it's five, time to get up..” He whispered quietly as Alfred yawned, rubbing his eyes. Matthew thought that his brother would be used to waking up this early, but Alfred was definitely not a morning person.
“Ugh, why do mornings hate me Mattie?” Alfred questioned as he stretched his arms, releasing Matthew from his hug. Matthew sat up and smiled at his lazy brother.
Life and DeathNot too long ago, five friends named Rin, Steven, Chicka, Kale and Lawrence played a board game called Life and Death. The rules were simple. It was like a typical board game; roll the dice, move a piece, reach the finish. But this game had an evil twist. Land on a space with a skull and a life threatening event will occur to you. Still, the five played this game. And survived. Now here is their story; the day they first played Life and Death.Life and Death2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey guys! Check out what I found!" Kale walks in holding a box.
"Oh God, what did you get this time? And where did you get it?" Chicka asks.
"Relax, it's not like I found it at the dumpster or something."
Rin rolls her eyes and sighs.
"I found it at the thrift shop across the street. We should all play it." Kale suggests.
"Are you crazy?" Steven asks and checks the box. "Look, it says Life and Death on it. I don't think it's a good idea..."
"So what?" Lawrence says. "Summer's been boring lately. I could go for some fun."
"Lawrence, if you wanted
The New and The OldRoma Antiqua would travel the world; have a little fun on the beach, fight a good battle and gain new lands then celebrate with a little more fun on the beach. He had it all, and thought it would all stay. He was too cocky, too proud.The New and The Old5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Germania knew this. He knew that Ancient Rome was doomed to fall to ruins. His internal government was far too unstable, the constant shifting between monarchy and republic to being Autocracy. There was no way that his people would stand for this for much longer.
And after Germania had gone to all the trouble of fighting alongside him, showing him the better armor, Roma was still going around and sleeping with strange women down in Egypt and Greece and the Balkins and Syria... He set about to punish the Roman with his own sword.
"The fatal blow." He whispered, raising the blade to gleam in the setting sunlight. You cheat with someone, shame on you but get pregnant by that cheater, well, shame on you again. Germania had no time, no will, to be a paren
The Rip.Title: The Rip.The Rip.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pairing: Thorki [Thor x Loki].
Summary: It had been love what had killed him, but it had also been love what had given him life again.
Warning: Slash [m/m].
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters; they all belong to Marvel and the Norse Mythology.
R.P. Ann [ipreferlemonpie]
It was unfair, Loki thought.
The bond he and his brother shared was impossible to deny but, also, it was impossible for it to last, to become more, especially since Thor's banishment from Asgard. That had been the very first start, what had weakened the bond that tied them together.
Loki had felt it, the first time his brother had really looked at the woman, it had been the very first rip, the very first crack of their bond… it was the very first wound that, slowly and stealthily, had began to kill the son of Laufey. Nobody noticed it though, just like every other time, as no one really looked at Loki; nobody really noticed his presence… except f
Wonderful Complications: Ch 71957Wonderful Complications: Ch 73 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I do not care how practical you think it will be there is no way that I will allow you to bring that dreadful old couch into my gorgeous home."
"Fine, it'll stay in my flat. I'd rather you move there instead of forcing me to cross the Channel to live in your pretentious little mud hole anyway."
"I would rather die than spend the rest of my life living on this dreary little island!"
France huffed, England scoffed, and they both went back to their respective drinks, taking a short break from the argument they had been having for nearly a year now. In all this time there hadn't been one thing that the two had agreed on (other than the obvious mutual understanding that they would go through with the ceremony) a fact that was growing more and more frustrating as time quickly ran out. Well, time couldn't run out all that quickly as there wasn't even really a set date yet, just a vague idea that they would have a summer wedding.
"Bickering again you two?" England crin