Last (Edited Draft)There is no one who truly knows how to face the end that lies beyond the end of the world. One day, the seven Moons shine beneath the Sea of Enkre, as they are supposed to, and the next day you find yourself drifting away, your world diminished to a mere fragment of what it used to be. You open your eyes in the light of the Moons, and for a moment you forget about the cataclysm from the night before, or you think everything was just a bad dream. You look at the alabaster walls around you, still intact, and you tell yourself all is as before. You insist there was no Armageddon, no catastrophe, you tell yourself those galaxies, all those people in them, could not have perished. Even as you cast your gaze upward, you assure yourself that your people are safe, but there are only six Moons in the sky.
Time drifts by and the people speak of strange things, of cities of fire looming on the edge of the Sea of Enkre and cliffs of ice standing beside them, and you notice there are only five M
The Sum of InfinityI don't know if I'll ever tell my children about you.The Sum of Infinity4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
(I don't know if I'll even have descendants.)
A family was never on my to-do list,
until you came along.
You made me wonder if I wanted kids, just so I could say to them
"You know, the day your dad and I met…"
because I thought we could last forever,
and I'm still not sure if we have.
Our friendship endures, even as I fall asleep
picturing her arms around you,
and I wonder if you'll ever come back to me
but spend every day noticing the reasons I'm glad you left
and hoping you'll return.
Never intending to fall in love,
we were an item
before you knew my name.
She reclaimed you,
you still belong to me
by virtue of the ampersand connecting our names
in the mind of every person
who watched us walk,
tall & short,
monochrome & kaleidoscope,
yin & yang,
through the winding, leaf-littered pathways
that are our life.
Silencio"¡Pero no dije nada!"Silencio2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
TeeterWhen I wake,Teeter2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
among the stars,
on the brink
between dreams and reality.
It’s so easy
to see through the
between waking life...
and the power of Imagination,
that same other world
in a sea of dreams.
Sans regrets: Part II"I miss you."Sans regrets: Part II2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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Wherever it's Christmas (p.6)The Doctor, Amy, and Rory have decided to cook Christmas dinner in the Tardis kitchen. But the Tardis kitchen was built by Time Lords...Wherever it's Christmas (p.6)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Amy handed each of them a sandwich.
"Is this all we get?" Rory asked. It had been a long time since tea.
"We're cooking for tomorrow. Deal with it." She bit into her own sandwich and took a drink of her orange juice. She plopped down wearily in the console room chair. She set her glass on the floor and shucked off her old-fashioned shoes.
She massaged her toes while she ate her sandwich. Rory sprawled in the other chair and the Doctor perched on the steps between them. He was picking the pickles off of his sandwich one by one and eating them.
"So now what?" he said, running out of pickles and taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Don't tell me," Rory said. "More shopping."
Amy scowled at him. "Well, we at least need a grocery list."
"Nope!" the Doctor said. "This time the Tardis has everythi
CrepuscularTo the girl teaching herself to fly,Crepuscular3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hospital bird with soot in her lungs
and patchwork wings,
you only fly for a little while.
If you want to stop hurting,
learn to drift in the silence of the dark
between night and day.
We're all made from broken parts:
bird seed, letters addressed to no one,
things found in old coats,
brittle things like love.
Glass bottomed birds,
we used to make butterfly hands,
until moths swarmed into our throats,
like dancing butterflies; still
we choked on dusty wings.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
the same smoke that you'll inhale.
Let go, little bird --
You were made for moonlight,
never for hummingbird lullabies --
Hummingbirds only fly in the sun,
and the sun was never a child.
We were not meant to be angels.
The nestlings, children of the stars,
we glide together on clipped wings
through the dark.
Artist Blue - If It's AlienArtist Blue - If It's Alien2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The old woman pushes the book across the counter, "There you are, miss."
A young woman picks up the book, a story of adventurous pirates, one of great fame: Treasure Island. She's never read the book before, despite her near obsession with literary works. She stares at the cover for a short period, the image of the pirate captain and the young boy approaching a beach speaks volumes onto it. She opens her tiled rainbow satchel and places the novel kindly between her school science book and notebook, which are surrounded by miscellaneous items placed in careless areas. She leaves the library, a light smile upon her gentle pale face. She pushes her blonde hair from her face as she steps down a small flight of stairs. The free hair brushes annoyingly against her blue hoodie. She grabs her hair and ties it up to cause less self-disturbance. The snow is finally melting in the town of which she resides, she walks patiently to her home, about ten minutes into this walk she pulls out the book i
Member of the WeekRandom Member of the WeekMember of the Week2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Hey everyone! PizzaPotatoNBacon, one of the lovely admins, suggested that we hold a weekly feature for group members. We're going to start a new activity each week where we'll randomly select a member to be featured in a journal as well as on the front page.
If you'd like to be participate, please add this journal to your favorites. Next week, we'll draw a number, and if your number is chosen, then you'll be featured for the week!
Silencio (Version 2)"¡Pero no he dicho nada!"Silencio (Version 2)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
HelpTurning away...hoping you'll chase me.Help2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My Favourite Love Story...Just you and me. And her.My Favourite Love Story...2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Growing Upscraped knees. broken hearts. dying memories.Growing Up2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Youth is Wasted on the Young (p.9)The Doctor, Amy, and Rory visit a world where all the adults look like 12 year old children. But something else has arrived, and it's hungry.Youth is Wasted on the Young (p.9)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The thumping never ceased and showed no signs of abating. The things, whatever they were, seemed demonically determined to get inside.
Fortunately the Doctor and the others had found no gaps in their haven, and the sides of the engine compartment were stacked with footlockers and crates of tools for them to sit on.
They occasionally stared up at the walls worriedly as a particularly hard thud threatened to rock the harvester.
"So how do we get out of this?" Rory asked of no one in particular, after a particularly ringing wallop.
Dutch pulled out his cell phone, flipped it open, and hit a button. "Janine?"
Rory looked at the Doctor in consternation.
The Doctor smiled. "Well, there's that taken care of," he said in admiration.
They listened as Dutch explained the situation and told Janine to call out the militia. He gave her their coo
Two PoemsPainted over with the years’ blemishesTwo Poems2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Old. Battered. Familiar.
Case chased with filigree colored by tarnished silver
Kept in the bottom of my knickknacks drawer.
Even today, I can still feel the warmth of his fingers,
The heat where he held it, nested in the palm of his hand.
Winding the key, as he taught me to do,
Always counterclockwise, turning back the time,
Time measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, and lifetimes
Colored by the memories of those who pass beyond it,
Held in reminiscence by objects left behind.
A fleeting messenger that heralds both
The birth and death of every plot and scheme,
That hopelessly entwines the strands of fate
And cuts the thread of life we all must weave
Can ne’er be understood through measured count,
Though every second ticked its weight has felt,
And when it swift is passing, this is but
A construct of our human minds in vain
Attempt to comprehend the limitless
And vast entwinéd river that is wrapped
Around our very being.
A Mortal's Love TriangleLoved by Life; betrothed to DeathA Mortal's Love Triangle2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Forests of the Mind"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." William ShakespeareForests of the Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the forest my thoughts
ring unnaturally loud,
like a voice on
an open stage
when nobody’s around.
Stories unfold in my mind,
new leaves in the spring
unfurling from pale green buds
like butterflies emerging
from their chrysalis,
the pages of a never-ending saga
written in birdsong
and soft, wind-rustled branches.
My mind flows like the brook,
smoothing the rough edges
of my narrative, fluid and free
until time catches me
and my thoughts are drawn irrevocably back
into the endless revisions
of the real world.
Rysta's StoryDon't get comfortable. Things always change.Rysta's Story3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
lacunae of longing, loftiness of wordsinked and reaching, this is my remembrall fleshlacunae of longing, loftiness of words3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and if we were to never speak again
you'll find the rest of my bones in the graveyard eaten by a dream
i hear knives in the wind and earth inside me
survival is a balancing act-
a selection of extrasensory impulses
a fracture in late august
a week of kisses
and i am crying out for time not yet lost
when stars collapse,
the sunshine shaking heart of the universe will burn with me
while looking for a silver lining in the sea
on the edge of nowhere laughter speaks with death
about maps not meant for following
when i think about you, i remember it all wrong
maybe you were just a hit and run
strange how the mind fades o
Sans regrets"I love you."Sans regrets2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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AdoptionChild for adoption:Adoption2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This