Maybe.Fist fights and battles in my headMaybe.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll always remember what you said...
The day you lied.
Glass shattered all over the dirt
I'll always remember your last words...
The day you died.
I could have saved you, love.
I should have saved you, love.
I would have saved you, love...
Then maybe we could both still be
The Music Man Job (pt.1-5)"That was the worst shooting range practice I have ever seen," Zachary Gode laughed, shaking his head as he drove he and his friend Hale back to Hale's home.The Music Man Job (pt.1-5)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"I know, you were pretty bad," Hale replied from the passenger seat, crossing his arms, a wide grin spread across his face.
"Me?" Zach sounded offended. "I made every shot, but you!" He laughed a little harder. "Dude, when you first fired and fell back cause the kickback-"
"Hey, I didn't know it was going to be so strong," the anthro wolf defended himself.
"I just wish Wolf could have seen you," Zach said, pulling to a stop in front of Hale's home. "When I told her we were going, she was bummed she couldn't be there to watch."
Hale watched for Zach to park the car before he opened the door and got out. "She wanted to see me make a fool of myself?"
"You know it," Zach grinned, getting out of the car.
"You're a jerk, man." Hale chuckled lightly. He looked over at Zach, but before he could say anything more, his phone rang. He paused
I Want Your Love, Not Your SexIt's like watching the world behindI Want Your Love, Not Your Sex6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an observational mirror.
Crushes. Relationships. Sex. Marriage. Attraction.
it all seems to be.
I think you're beautiful. So beautiful.
I want to Love (ProtonConroy) Contest Entry I have many great and different friends. There’s quiet Tim, derpy Josh, weird Tyler, crazy Reese, happy Donna, quirky Jake, and random Patrick. They all have specific attributes that define them. But I don’t get these things. What makes a person “happy” or “quiet”? And they say I’m “angry”. What does that mean? When I ask, they just think I’m being philosophical, and they try to answer, but I still never get it. And there’s one man that breaks all the rules that so many people have explained to me.I want to Love (ProtonConroy) Contest Entry2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He’s the biggest reason for my problem. He’s “happy” when there’s no reason to be. He’s never “sad” when things that would trigger “sadness” happen. I just don’t get it.
Will I ever understand?
But with who I am and all… I’m not suppose
Asexual loveNext to each other, we lay, eyes looking skywards. The deep green grass tickles my skin while the moisture of morning dew hangs in the air. I turn my head and she turns hers. Our eyes meet, and at once, we feel the connection that has sparked so long ago. Both of us had felt that powerful connection, in which the souls meet, not just our eyes.Asexual love8 years ago in Open More Like This
Shyly, she holds out her hand and I eagerly take it. Together, our fingers twine. Her warmth is soothing. I feel no lust, as much as she is beautiful for even now, there is no need for lust. Only love.
Our sides begin to touch. I wrap my free arm around her in an odd sort of hug. She giggles softly at this and hugs me back.
How our love sparkles, beneath the dawn sky. Even though there are no witnesses, the presence of each other is the only thing I hold most dear.
I may not know a lot, but I do know this love is not just a mixture of hormones and chemicals. Its real.
MonsterMonster3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Sann sat in the little, pink, plastic chair by the window. She looked outside and watched as gusts of wind carried the clouds across the bright, full moon. The window creaked and groaned whenever the enraged wind battered it from outside. To Sann, the roaring of the wind sounded like the shadows were trying to claw their way into the house. Their long, gangling claws sliced at the window, but could not penetrate the glass.
She hated shadows. Sann was scared to death of them. Anything could be lurking inside ready to strike. That's why she sat close to the window, where she could bath in the glow of the moonlight. Safe.
Pulling her knees up under her chin, Sann watched as moonlight danced on the trees which were swaying from the wind. She shivered, but kept her gaze on the silent moon.
Something moved in the room.
Sann froze, not knowing if she should turn and look or ignore it. What if she sees one of the monsters? Its beady dark eyes staring back at her as
The Music Man Job (pt.10, all done!)Part 6The Music Man Job (pt.10, all done!)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Zach pulled himself out of bed early the next morning. He got dressed, putting on a hoodie so that he could hide his gun under the waistband of his jeans and still not be noticed. He took his earpiece and slipped it into his ear, turning it on. He was not expecting to hear Hale's voice ring in through it.
"Hale?" Zach paused slightly. "What on earth are you doing up this early?" he glanced over at the clock. "It's like 6 A.M."
"I can't sleep." Hale sighed. "I've been sitting outside for hours."
"This job is making me nervous."
"Do you get nervous on all your jobs? Because you said that same thing back in London." Zach laughed lightly, grabbing his car keys off the dresser.
"Only the big ones." Hale replied, yawning loudly.
Zach smiled a little. "You should get some sleep, man. I'm sure even Wolf is passed out on her laptop in there."
He could hear Hale hum a little and shift around in the spot he was sitting. "What are you doing?"
What if... The sun shone down on the Thunderclan camp, and Bluefur watched as Mosskit, Mistykit and Stonekit tumbled over Thrushpelt, laughing.What if...11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Get out of our territory, Shadowclan flea-pelt!” Stonekit squeaked, charging at Thrushpelt. He battered the tom’s ear with his tiny paws.
“You should never have come here!” Mistykit cried, standing atop the tom.
“Yeah! Because we’re the greatest Thunderclan warriors ever!” Mosskit boasted, climbing up and standing next to her sister.
“Oh yeah?” He grinned and heaved upward.
With squeaks of surprise and delight, Mistykit and Mosskit tumbled from his back. They recovered quickly and tackled his paws. Thrushpelt growled playfully.
Bluefur smiled and laughed.
“Looks like your kits are doing well.” Fe
Words And Skin“Words&Skin”Words And Skin4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The words dribble from your mouth like a faulty faucet in the middle of the night. Sheepish and quiet but impossible to ignore, somehow clearly audible through the entirety of the house, even past this pillow I squeeze over my face to block it out. That droning, drooling, drip, drip, drip. Makes my skin just crawl, all I want to do is sleep. I tried to fix you myself, god knows I tried, but I don’t know how you work, I can’t see where you’re broken, and I don’t have the patience to learn. It’s someone else’s turn now. Call the fucking plumber.
“Today will be different.”
A promise. If you ever knew me, you’d know I hate those. I hate how pretty they are, I hate that fine, delicate glass they form in. How they shatter so easily and send razor sharp shrapnel careening through the air when they do. Cutting me and cutting you and sticking in my foot, you know it hurt to trust for years last time? Every time I ste
Don't Go Where I Can't FollowDon't Go Where I Can't Follow1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
"Ya know, you're not supposed to let people hit you," It was the first thing Rufio Rubles ever said to him. They were still young boys, standing in the schoolyard during recess. Rufio had just seen him fall flat on his butt when that big kid in the grade above had shoved him off to the side.
"Yeah, I know," Jasper had replied. "I just didn't feel like fightin' today."
"Well," Rufio held out his hand, offering to help Jasper up. "Next time ya feel like fightin', you should call me. I like to throw punches sometimes."
Jasper smiled and took the brown-haired boy's hand, getting back to his feet. "My name's Jasper Rhodes."
"I'm Rufio!" the boy grinned at him. "Rufio Rubles!"
"You're in my class, ain't ya?" Rufio nodded his head quickly, a big goofy grin stuck on his face.
"Ya know, we should be friends." Rufio had decided with a simple nod of his head.
This Inner WarHide me underneath your wingThis Inner War11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Protect me from the storm
Teach me how to breathe again
Keep me safe and warm
I cannot fight the war
What are we even fighting for?
I can't win this battle
All on my own...
Someone save me now,
Before I fall apart,
And stop this beating heart,
From beating anymore
So please, save me...
What are we fighting for?
Corpses In The SandCorpses In The SandCorpses In The Sand2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing hurts the way,
The ocean does,
When she tastes blood.
Her whole body shakes,
She weeps into the sand,
I’ve seen it myself.
A child on a beach,
Corpses strewn over the sand,
Cows and goats and sheep.
She sucks at their red, red necks,
Sapping them little by little,
Pulling them inward, calling them home.
A child doesn’t understand,
What the ocean does.
This is still a game.
“Mommy, look, see,”
“This one died of no head,”
“This one died of no hind,”
“This one died of no tail.”
A feast of sacrifice,
Each goat, cow and lamb,
A new son of Abraham.
Ishmeal, Ishmeal, Ishmeal,
She sighs with each lap at the sand,
Weeping, weeping, weeping.
The child is oblivious to her suffering,
Too young to know the gravity,
Of the woe rising from her black, black depths.
She does her best to help them,
She pulls each bit of red from their fur,
She tastes stinging copper and swells crimson.
She thinks maybe,
Eyes in the Skies "Where are you going?" Eddy asked, catching a glimpse of Bobby through the opened door that separated their hotel rooms. Bobby didn't respond for a moment, so Eddy set his laptop to the side and hopped up from his bed, moving to the door. He stepped into Bobby's room just in time to catch the thief trying to sneak out the door. "Bobby!" Eddy folded his arms across his chest, looking over the outfit Bobby was wearing; black cargo pants and a black long-sleeved shirt. "What are you wearing- Are you sneaking off to a heist?!"Eyes in the Skies1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Bobby groaned, slouching his shoulders. "Just a small one." He stood upright, knowing there was no way he was going to sneak out now. "Its the Barcelona Pebble, Eddy! And it's only in town for a few days. I can drop into the gallery and have it in hand before you know it!"
"We agreed to lay low for a few days. You look ridiculous in those boots by the way."
Bobby moved to sit on his bed
Little ThingsI want to watch this TV show.Little Things1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“That’s the show of Satan!”
My favorite color is pink~
“That attitude will straighten.”
Can I have soda to drink?
“No, you’ll get much too fat.”
May I wear that shirt, please?
“Jesus wouldn’t like that.”
Can we eat some Chinese?
“No, they’re not holy enough.”
Can I have these jeans?
“Jesus wasn’t a cream puff.”
Why does dad gamble and bet?
“Because it keeps him happy.”
Isn’t that against god’s set?
“Not when he does it, snappy.”
Dad, I think I want to be a girl.
“I didn’t raise a girl, go to hell!”
These are little things that unfurl.
These were things that could tell.
Little things that were taken away.
Clothes, feelings, thoughts, youth.
Things that were gone by the day.
What was the product of truth?
There is nothing from up above.
They care nothing about what you do.
So, please do what you love.
My Brother the SissyMy brother’s a sissy, and let me explain what I feel about it. First off, how did he make this inner discovery? It was strange, bizarre even, but I was there when it happened.My Brother the Sissy2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When he was eleven, and I twelve, there was a small contest being held at our neighborhood community. It was for the kids to enter. The children would dress as the opposite gender and be judged. The winner would walk away with two hundred dollars in hand, a goldmine in kid’s terms.
It wasn’t anything sexual, at least I wouldn’t think so. As no flashing was allowed, especially in the case of skirt wearing guys. No one wanted to see that, not even the girls that were around. Although, that was near the point where his belief in cooties was diminished. Still, he did think about it from time to time.
My brother was very excited about the whole thing. He wanted the money to buy some new video games and books. He always did like the docile lifestyle. I wasn’t into that, being more of the &
Martin the spell caster 1, White eyes Martin wandered the huge feild, hoping a town was near by. He was STARVING. He didn't pack enough food. Martin has left his adoptive mum, Lulu, to search for his real mum. He was sure Lulu wasn't going to mind. Lulu was a really mellow person.. But then again, when It comes to him, Lulu is pretty protective. She was probaly heart broken, because He had left. He had climbed out his bedroom window with a bag of few clothes, a couple slices of bread, and some money. Martin looked back the way he came, wondering if he should run home. He missed Lulu's imbrace, he missed the warm food in his belly, he missed his dog, Bandit, who tried to tag along. But Martin had to keep moving. He had to find his real mum and ask her why? Why did she give him away. Martin pulled the hood of his cloak back up and continued walking. Up a head, was a town. When he saw it, he broke into a sprint. There was something off about the little village, but Martin didn't care. He was too hungry to care. He ranMartin the spell caster 1, White eyes3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
What a Heart You've Got "Gode. You're paired with Winter."What a Heart You've Got1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Zach turned on his heel to scan the room for his partner. And when he caught sight of the younger man shuffling toward him, he groaned with displeasure. The young man was a lot smaller than Zach and would provide no such challenge for Zach who was already top of the class.
"Hi, I'm Winter," the young man gave a sickeningly sweet smile and Zach replied with a simple nod, keeping his seemingly-permanent frown on his face. Winter was unaffected by Zach's hostility, however. "So we're going to be sparring partners? I heard you're one of the best in the class."
"I'm a lot better than you, I promise you that," Zach replied harshly, folding his arms across his chest as he listened to the instructor finish pairing up the students.
"Well, I don't really like to fight," Winter continued to talk. "I'm more of a defensive person."
Zach didn't ev
First Mission Failure"This will test you on all your current lessons," the father said sternly to the young child that sat quietly in the back seat of his family's car. "It's fairly simple. So don't screw it up."First Mission Failure2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
His words were harsh but the child bobbed his head slowly. "Yes, sir."
The child was no older than eleven, but he was small and underweight for his age. He was a border collie pup with oversized floppy ears and big bright eyes. He had scruffy hair black as night that fell in his face, forcing him to constantly shuffle it out of his eyes.
In the passenger seat of the car sat his mother. She was quiet, looking back at her son with worried eyes. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asked her husband.
"Of course it is," he snapped, his eyes never once leaving the road. "Zachary. Repeat your mission to me."
The small child took a deep breath and began, "I'll be left in the center of Washington D.C. at exactly 1600 hours. I'll be given an address. Then it'll be my job to go through the city and find
Don't Wave No Goodbye "So you've done jobs all over?" Bobby asked Zach who leaned back in his chair, shrugging nonchalantly.Don't Wave No Goodbye1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
"Yeah, back before I joined the agency, I took jobs that sent me all over the place." Zach explained, propping his foot up on Eddy's chair across from him. "I hopped over to Europe, did some work in South America, Africa," he shrugged again. "I don't know. Wherever they wanted me, I went."
"Did you spend time in London?" Bobby tilted his head.
"I'm pretty sure all of us have spent time in London," Hale laughed from beside Zach and he could see Eddy nod and laugh along with him.
"No but, you spent time in London?"
Zach bobbed his head. "Yeah, plenty. What's it to you?"
Bobby hesitated for a moment before rising from his chair. "Pardon me a moment." he said before scurrying out the kitchen and out of sight.
Zach quirked a brow, turning his inquisitive gaze to Eddy. "What's with him?"
Please Don't Leave Me "It's after midnight," Eddy said casually to Bobby who lay beside him on the bed while Eddy sat up on his laptop.Please Don't Leave Me1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
"Mhm, I'm glad you can read a clock, Eddy," Bobby said with a grin, his arms folded comfortably behind his head.
"Do you know what today is?"
"Tuesday?" the thief asked after a hum. "Do we have something to do today? I thought we weren't heading out until Friday?"
Since they'd finished their job in their current town, it wouldn't be long before they cleared out of their hotel room and hopped a plane to their next destination.
"No, it's not that!" Eddy laughed, turning to Bobby who was moving to prop himself up on his elbows, looking at Eddy with his head tilted. "You really don't know?"
"Like you said, it's after midnight. I'm tired, my brain doesn't work as well when I'm tired." Bobby said, trying to keep a straight face as he gave Eddy his horribly lame excuse.
Washed Away Episode 5Washed Away Episode 53 years ago in Drama More Like This
It had been a week exactly since Jay Saunders and his family made the biggest decision of their lives to date. This was a decision that would not only change their lives, but the lives of five young people who were not really people at all.
Jay Saunders was a great boy, all around. In the fourteen years he'd lived on planet Earth, he'd almost always been doing his best to be good. He wanted to impact lives, to make friends, to basically do anything he could for anyone but himself. So of course it was Jay who was led to these young people. And it was his mother and father who, having plenty of money and a big enough home, had invited these young people to live with them.
It was wonderful for them, as they had nowhere to go. In fact, the place from which they have come was long gone. It was a lost world that people had always dreamed of seeing again, but most likely never would.
It was the Time When Dinosauria Ruled the Earth.
Thus the Saunders's family was expanded considerably, and so
Another Sleepless Night He tossed and turned in bed, getting caught up repeatedly in the blankets while he tried desperately to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep. But after kicking the blankets to the floor and staring at the counting clock for two hours, he'd all but given up. The small man heaved a heavy sigh and picked himself up out of bed, groaning as he ran his hands through his disheveled hair.Another Sleepless Night1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
He moved quietly, his feet barely making a sound as he made his way out of his room and into the darkness of the rest of the house. Bobby was as quiet as a mouse as he shuffled over to Eddy's room, taking a hesitant glance just to reassure himself that Eddy was still there, something he did often when he had trouble sleeping. This was one reason he preferred sharing a hotel room rather than two separate rooms or an apartment like they had now. He liked to know Eddy was close, it was comforting to know that the larger man was close by.
Bobby turned away from Eddy
Burning Out, and Falling FastYou're sitting in your parents' old corvette (if you had bothered to check, you'd know it was older than you), flicking your eyes between a lighter in one hand, and a box of matches in the other. You forget when fire became such a need, a distraction.Burning Out, and Falling Fast4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spencer is right beside you in the car, his fingers stroking idly at your forearm, watching you with hooded green eyes.
"If you want to die," he says, "then just kill yourself, but do it with style."
You met The Boy Under the Sycamore Tree when you were four. Your mom encouraged you to go see the lonely boy, and when you first went over to him, he ignored you. The Boy Under the Tree, that's what you called him for the first day you knew him, was a little older than you with dark hair and smoky green eyes.
With encouraging looks from your folks, you walked right next to him and sat down, pressing your back against the tree's rough trunk.