Behold, Sweet CharityBehold, Sweet Charity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A thief with red hands,
In confessional with God overhead,
Sits in darkness and tears.
Alone is the sinner,
A wayward soul caught
In a balancing act that
would be wished on no other.
Hell awaits, just beyond
those wooden doors,
While the demons, sit just opposite
Where a priest should be.
The dwell cramped
in hallowed ground
By the will of their purpose.
One word after another,
Build up the lies for temptation,
Straight up from depths of Oblivion,
For lies to come for a heavy heart.
The weight becomes great,
Blotting out the speech of Hell,
Birthing deaf ears to temptation.
Apologies are for sinners in search,
Seeking for absolution, retribution
and revelation against obstacles.
Grace is for the
prideful turned beggar,
homeless in the home
of a world all over.
Imprisonment so temporary
is for the apologetic beggar, by charity
is given a warm fire by Omnipotence.
The Giver whose will
is by His own testament,
Shifting only to blend
In our lack of understanding.
The Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiarly Tragic Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov Twins2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have done most of my post-doctorate work alongside Dean Eroslide as he ran Harry Loaine School for Boys. It was a tiny little establishment, set up in a series of pathways and cottages that made up the dormitories and the 'holistic' and 'traditional', designed to accommodate Dean Eroslide's philosophy of natural living: 'clean and untouched life energy regulates all chakras and promotes a positive educational environment'. Needless to say, Harry Loaine School for Boys was a parent's last resort, when everything from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy to Interventions and to Involuntary Hospitalization was never enough. The Dean had no degree of any sort other than a few licenses for Chakra healing and Reiki, so the entirety of the upkeep of the facility remained on the shoulders of these desperate parents--and of course the government kickbacks the School received for keeping me as a full time Child Psychologist
Butterfly"Have you always been a bumblebee?"Butterfly5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of course! Haven't you always been a butterfly?"
The butterfly snorted. "Of course not. How boring! Life is too short to stay the same all the time."
The bumblebee frowned, skeptical. "But that's ridiculous. How could you have ever been something else? What were you?"
"I used to be a caterpillar. You know, the world is much different when you're stuck that close to the ground." The butterfly's blue wings shimmered.
The bumblebee just stared, bug-eyed. "But how?" he demanded.
"Sorry, trade secret," the butterfly winked. "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."
The frown of the bumblebee deepened, and he lifted off of the sunflower they had been sharing.
"Fine," he said. "If you're just going to be making up stories, I might as well leave."
The butterfly followed him through the air. "What's wrong with making up stories?" She asked. "Not that I am, because I wasn't, but really, what's so bad about it? Stories are magic."
Moving On“No.” It was all I could say, taking in the carnage of what had just last night been my pristine kitchen. I wanted to collapse onto a chair, but they – and our spacious table – were covered in miscellany. Cleaning supplies, random knick-knacks from the living room, a thermometer, a scale. It was all there, strewn about.Moving On2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My legs were shaking, and I fought the urge to cry. So messy. So dirty. No, no, no. I collapsed onto the shoe bench in between the Franco Sarto and the Gucci. I don't know where Giesswein had gone. I wished I could blame it on burglars, but no.
“She's doing it again!” I called, and my husband came running into the kitchen. We watched his mother rearrange my cabinets, turning tea-cup handles to the left instead of the right. My hands twitched.
“Ma, stop it!” he said, exasperation coloring his voice. “Put these things back, they were fine where they were!”
"No," she said, her voice heavily-accented. "I will take
Gloves TG"That must be my new gloves," smiled Andrew hearing the letterbox clatter as letters were pushed through it followed by a knock at the door. When he opened the door, there was no-one there just a small brown box with his name and address on it. Usually the postman handed parcels over personally, so it was strange that this time he had just left it there, but Andrew just shrugged it off, thinking that the guy must have been in a rush or something. Absentmindedly, he gathered up the letters and dumped them on the kitchen counter after a quick flick through to check there were none for him. He immediately dashed upstairs to his study and started to open the box.Gloves TG6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was bound tightly in cellotape and he had a hard time getting into it with his short, bite-blunted nails, but eventually he managed to break through and open the lid flaps, spilling polystyrene peanuts all over his desk. Mildly annoyed he brushed them into the bin an
Cops Arrest Death for GraffitiToday, two members of the NYPD have arrested a black-cloaked offender for vandalizing the wall of a Midtown Manhattan skyscraper. Upon dragging them to the police station, they discovered that the person was genderless and used the hood of the cloak to conceal a rather troubling lack of skin, meat, eyes or nose on an otherwise lively skull.Cops Arrest Death for Graffiti4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We realized," officer Jobson says, "that this was not your ordinary criminal - I mean, most of the people we bring over have some identifying features and while I suppose that having a skull for a head is identifying, it's just... Troubling. What do you write in the 'skin colour' or 'eye colour' boxes, you know?" Upon being asked how he fared with this discovery, he answered after some consideration, "I've never seen a real skull before. It was odd."
His colleague, John Daffodil, says about his near-Death experience, "My old mum got quite a fright when she called me and I said I'd met Death. She thought I'd been shot or something. Anyway, a policem
Trevas/DarknessEu tenho sombras, mas nenhum solTrevas/Darkness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have shadows, but no sun
Death of a Noodle (Everybody Tells Me What to Do)I click through web pages on my computer. I’m having a little Internet Time. I spot something that catches my interest. I smile. I click it. The title reads How to Be a Writer. Beneath it there’s a list of instructions. How fascinating. I read on.Death of a Noodle (Everybody Tells Me What to Do)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. Go to the beach
2. Lick your friend’s eyelashes
3. Make pee-pee in a pot plant
I scowl and close the tab. Surely these things won’t make me a writer? Sighing, I begin a search for something more practical. I type away.
A link appears before me. It’s a little thing sitting on the left side of the page. I hold my cursor near it indecisively. How to Be a Poet. I click.
1. Drench yourself in anxiety
2. Seriously, drench yourself
3. You’ve gotta do some sports-drink-advertisement worthy drenching right here
4. Also bathe yourself in woe
I scroll through the list, getting more and more desperate. Where is the part about writing actual poetry? My heart is racing. I feel the
River and the DoctorIt took a lot of pushing and shoving to load that blue box into the cargo bay: even with the mule and the ATV, Mal couldn't blame his latest customer for circling the crate nervously every time it wobbled on its setting. He himself was in a right high-spirited mood, as the patron in question had paid up front and quite generously.River and the Doctor3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Caaareful," the eccentric man protested as his prized possession trembled for the umpteenth time. He held out his hands as if hoping to catch it, but in reality it could probably crush him. The skinny stranger moved as if he hadn't quite grown into his limbs, waltzing about in a tweed jacket, navy trousers and a bright bow-tie. And to hinder his physical talents even further, his unruly brown hair dangled completely in front of his eyes in one fell swoop.
"No need to beat yourself up over a couple scratches, stranger," Mal called to him while he and Jayne worked. He particularly eyed the nicks and scuffs in the bright cobalt paint. "This thing looks like it'
Darkness Smells Like RosesDarkness Smells like RosesDarkness Smells Like Roses4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I blew the stray eyelash off of her cheek. She shivered as my breath brushed across her skin, but she didn't wake up. Instead she nuzzled the back of her head further into my shoulder and kept on sleeping, her even breath keeping time with the grandfather clock next to the couch we were on. My arm was falling asleep, but I couldn't bear to move it and wake her. I also couldn't fall asleep. I never sleep when I spend the night with her. All I can do is lay still and silent, watching her chest rise and fall in steady rhythm. There was a clawing noise against the cloth covering the back of the couch. Puddles, Emily's cat, squeezed his way up from behind the couch. His eyes looked disembodied in the darkness, his black fur melded with the black couch and the dark of the night.
He purred at me as he moved languidly forward to snuggle into the crook of my neck, right above Emily's head. I was just a popular guy tonight. I let Puddles bury himself into the
Emilia Clarke TGEmilia Clarke TG6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emilia Clarke TG
Seb has been a huge fan of Game of Thrones since the show started in 2011. As a poor college student, he had all the time in the world to regularly binge watch the entire show from start to the most recent episode. Daenerys, played by Emilia Clarke, was Sebs favorite character on the show. At first he sympathised with her because she was in such a tough situation and her ambition to regain her family's kingdom. But as the show went on, she turned away from that goal even more and acted like a little, spoiled brat. To Seb it felt like the character he loved and made him enjoy Game of Thrones turned into one of the worst and boring characters of the show.
The fifth season of the show did not help to alleviate his fears and after the last episode, he seriously doubted continuing to watch at all. Daenerys was what kept him and if her storyline was not of any interest to him anymore, he had no reason to watch the show at all. Another thing he found out through the internet
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let Down Your Trust IssuesI. (Set the stage)Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let Down Your Trust Issues3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The color of my bra is called Flirt," the girl says, popping a bubble in Amelia's face and winking. The sickly sweet scent of chemicals and sugar mixes with the chemicals and the sugar of the bar, hags low and heavy about their faces. The girl slides closer, beaming, her eyelids low. She's wearing too much mascara. Amelia grips her drink tighter and pulls her elbows in collapsing, she fills less space than she did before. Volume stays the same, the number of atoms composing her stays constant, but she appears to be smaller. Could this be expressed mathematically, or with a computer simulation, she wonders, and sips at her drink. She says nothing.
"See here." The girl tugs down her shirt sleeve and shows Amelia the thin bra strap pressing into the moon pale skin of her shoulder. The orange lighting makes her seem healthier than she is. "Flirt." She wiggles her eyebrows in a way that would be suggestive, if her makeup wasn't so dark that it made her look
Noticed in CommittingI started committing suicides. They were small at first, but more grandiose as the months passed.Noticed in Committing4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At first, I came up with basics: wrist slashing, hanging, overdose, jumping off a building, and stepping off in front of bus. They were all very mundane, really, and if not done properly you just end up living very, very painfully. It was after those routine ways to snuff oneself that I began to get creative.
There was going into a biker bar nude and starting fights with drunk bikers. And when I say "fights", I mean with a knife in my hand. That was a fun night. Everyone was freaked out and angry at the same time. They all wanted to kill me, but they didn't want to touch me either. Eventually, though, they did.
Oh, another good one was sneaking into one of those giant dump trucks at a quarry and letting them dump tons of excavated rocks on me. The driver of the loader always sees you just as it's too late and tries to stop the load.
They Say I'm GuiltyOf the nearly eighty female prisoners that had answered my request, I had narrowed my choices down to two of them. The first was a voluptuous, porcelain-skinned brunette that would make my brother drool in seconds. The second was a golden-haired, frail little piece of work, and normally I would have dismissed her during the first round of eliminations, but something kept her there. Maybe it was the way she stared at me with her venomous green eyes, but I couldn't be sure. In any case, I had my two choices set before me, each isolated in separate cells on opposite ends of the jail so that I might observe them more personally.They Say I'm Guilty3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned to the prison guard. "What can you tell me about this one?" I was starting with the brunette.
"Number 67," he practically spat. "Don't believe a word she tells you. She's as good a liar as they come."
I wondered at what sort of lies she had told the guard because clearl
The Oppressing ProgenitorThe shadow of a man who claimsThe Oppressing Progenitor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He is the only god
Hangs over this house; he tightens our
Nooses and rocks each
Chair under our feet, preaching a good book's
Holy passages with his sinner's tongue
Can feel this silver bullet in my hands
Gently singing to me, a
Symphony of aching memories and
Promised lullabies from faded
Lifetimes ago and ten (thousand) years away
To put me to sleep at last
Lovely, little notion
Will remind me how to dream again).
There s a glimmer that was lost long ago
In the eyes of a blonde-haired boy. And the man
Who knows nothing
Snap Crackle PopI know I drive you crazy.Snap Crackle Pop7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(Not in a good way.)
I know you love me.
(I don't love you.)
So when you hold my face.
(Will you kiss me?)
With a sudden twist.
(Look what you did.)
You'll snap my neck.
FFM 15 - By FaithAleksandr offers Ewan a vial of pale violet liquid. The teenager takes it, dubious, holding it to his eye.FFM 15 - By Faith4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"So you're basically giving me a placebo," Ewan says.
"It is not placebo if you believe," Aleksandr replies, calmly standing nearby to make sure Ewan takes the potion, on Marc's orders. "All you need to do is believe it will work and it will."
"Placebo," Ewan repeats, but uncorks the vial anyway and downs its contents with a gulp. He grimaces. "You think believing in something makes it true?"
"Of course." Aleksandr does not know why Ewan does not understand this. As a child of Miorbhail, the miracle-maker, he must have learned that belief is the foundation of his magic. "True enough."
Ewan shakes his head, muttering to himself. "Unbelievable," Aleksandr hears, which is the problem, as he needs to believe. It does not matter. Aleksandr has faith he will learn.
Aleksandr is a demon of smoke, and so he smokes constantly, a cigarette holder rolling sensually between fingertips. It is
Gothic Love DollGothic Love DollGothic Love Doll6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Derek was attending his High School and was moving along the hall's as he always done everyday until one day he saw a strange looking girl. She was in a frilly outfit with thick amounts of makeup applied to her and had a tiny frilly head piece on her head. Derek couldn't keep his eyes off her as she was suddenly approached by two football players."hey their freak show, wanna date for the dance", one of the bulking behemoths said to her. Derek walked along and interrupted them, "Hey leave her alone you jock freaks", he said without regard. They shoved him into the lockers and they walked off. The girl was standing around and was staring at Derek who was in pain. When he got back up it was time for lunch and he headed into the lunchroom. "Hmm I wonder where she sits", he thought to himself.
After lunch he attended the rest of his classes and as the bell rang for dismissal he saw the girl in a crowd, as she was easy to spot. "Hey", he tried to yell to her but she turned a
Deadly BeautySnow fell in fat, soft flakes, silently insulating the world. He stumbled through drifts, his legs numb inside his jeans. He never noticed the wet that crept slyly up his legs to allow the nearly non-existent wind to stab him. As he trudged through the world, his mind rested on where he'd been, where he was going, and where he might end up. He'd barely seen his twentieth year, but already he'd been nearly everywhere, seen nearly everything, done nearly everything. In fact, for his age, he'd seen and done too much, and none of it had mattered to him. Now, the only things to mark all the places he's been and come from were the footprints in the snow behind him. The snowflakes fell faster now, gleefully gathering in his hair and falling down the collar of his leather jacket. He lifted his eyes to watch the flakes fall like tiny stars from the night sky. They coated his lashes, alighting featDeadly Beauty9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
SFC19 - The EndThe witch had been cursed in her life, by one of the many dead who had heard of her evil, and when she died she could not pass through the veil. Her spirit was chained to her old gray house. There are those who say she haunts it still, and that those who come too near that place at night never return. It has broken down a little by now, but they say that the roof is held up by the many bones of those she took apart while she lived.SFC19 - The End4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sahta left the place much as she found it. Although she was hungry and thirsty after her long sleep, she did not trust the witch's stores; and although she thought of bringing back a part of the bone-man who had tried to guard her, she could not tell him apart from all the other bones. Also she remembered that bone-men cannot pass through the veil, but simply disappear when they die, so they have little use for remembrance; and he had been long-dead already, besides. So Sahta only cried for him a while, and left without a keepsake.
She took the horses with h