SnowfallFeaturing Nuala & LonánSnowfall1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Early Winter, Year 758 of the New Age
Glenmore, Firefly Glade
She’d been here before. Of course she’d been here before, it was her home, but she’d been here before. Her whole world was light, like a dream, one she’d had more than once. Her magic surrounded her, motes of snow dancing in the air as they gently fell, glowing like fireflies in the light that came from her very soul. It cast a warm pool of pale gold around her, a beacon in the half-light of evening. This time though she knew it wasn’t a dream. She could feel it, real and corporeal.
She cantered swiftly through the forest, her feet finding the path without having to be told where to go. She hardly had to think; she knew where she was going. Every part of her knew. She’d wanted to return
HeartlessHeartless3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“You have to stop this!” Snow begged the arrogant king listening to his daughter cry out in agony in the next room.
“I’m not stopping anything. If you want to blame somebody then blame him.”
“For God’s sake she’s not possessed,” Red tried, her anger almost taking control as the light of the full moon filtered through the open window turning her blood red cloak black; “you’re her father how can you bear listening to her scream like that!?”
“That’s not my daughter,” he said stubbornly.
“She gave her life away to save her kingdom,” Red reminded him, but he wasn’t listening. “To save you. And this is how you repay her!?”
“How can you be so heartless!?” Snow accused, a tear rolling down her cheek as she desperately tried not to hear her friend dying through the guarded doors.
“Heartless?” A new voice sounded; one with no grip on sanity, one they all
A Single WingI have scarsA Single Wing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've never had
to fill holes
that don't exist
They say that
I am whole
but my other half
How come I miss what
I've never had
If Ever I Lost YouWhat weighs on your mind?If Ever I Lost You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's taking up your time?
You tell me not to worry and you swear you're really fine
Please open up to me
Tell me of your fears
You know I'll kiss the scars and I'll wipe away your tears
Don't keep it to yourself
You know you're not alone
I couldn't live my life without you ever coming home
I'd be so lost inside
I wouldn't recognize
The person that I see in the reflection of your eyes
Just tell me you're okay, and that you love me too
I don't know what I'd do
If ever I lost you…
Your Silence, My WeaknessRumplestiltskin sat in the red, thickly cushioned chair in the sitting room that had always been one of his favorites. His old cane leaned against the arm, no longer needed but having no other place to go. He stared at nothing in particular, lost in thought.Your Silence, My Weakness3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor did next to nothing to disturb him, and only half a thought was used to note that the newcomer was barefooted. He continued to think of far-off things, his fingers absentmindedly drawing patterns on the arm of the chair.
Whoever had walked into the sitting room came to stand right behind him, and the familiar scent of roses and sugar came to him. He drifted further away with the calming smell and barely felt the light touch of fingers on his shoulder. Only when those fingers drifted from his shoulder to his cheek and lifted his head to look up did he finally lose track of his thoughts and see her.
Belle was smiling, her blue eyes sparkling in the light streaming in from the open widows.
skinwalkershe was a vicious prion,skinwalker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
anomalous & infectious—
my fractured mind was the
perfectly unsuspecting host.
i was so ashamed of life
& you had all the answers.
"don't let me go,"
she hissed each night,
coating my flesh in a
(it was just too damn easy
to grasp your viral hands.)
i know my ribcage is almost on empty
& my heart is converting to toxic waste,
but i still have a feverish serum in my veins
& a voice not yet conquered by broken bones.
your plague of malevolence
shall never govern me again.
Love LetterDear you,Love Letter6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cant explain how I feel. I would say I love you, everything about you, but the words seem overused, their different than the feeling. Dont blame me for this. Its not my fault, youre- youre, well actually if I had to describe you in one word Id choose indescribable. All of you is beyond human comprehension; youre far more than a few mere vibrations from my throat. You remind me of a star, maybe youre from a far away star; thatd explain why whenever Im around you my palms get sweaty and how I heat up until my insides feel like theyre going to burst open and leave me scattered in pieces, I know it sounds gross, but the feeling of it is quite wonderful. Im stuck to you. I think its because of your eyes, theyre like some magical sticky glue. I just have to stare at them, into them, because even though you never say what you mean your eyes show confidence to what you speak. Its be
Funeral WeatherMami touched my back,Funeral Weather2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reminding me to kneel. The prayer lasted
until the rain stopped pouring,
the pallbearers standing by the casket,
white gloves on white wood.
The grass was wet at the cemetery.
Papi told me he didn't want a Catholic funeral
when he died.
"It was right for him,"
he whispered as Abuelo descended
with his red roses. Papi squeezed my shoulder,
trying his best to cry like he had yesterday
and the day before.
I held the printed obituary. It promised,
"He was born into eternity."
Now the priest rambles about communication,
how kids today don't bring situations to their parents,
and tragedies like these could be prevented
if everyone just opened up at the dinner table
or at least sat together.
I know when to kneel,
when to stand,
waiting for Michael to move his head
so I can catch glimpses of the pretty girl
whose picture has been cropped and enhanced,
blown up into a portrait that looks more watercolor
unlike the flesh and blood
of Jesus Christ o
AscensionAscensionAscension2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clouds are our purest coping mechanism.
The Soul of the Beauty, The Heart of the BeastHe was spinning quietly in the corner of the dining hall, his mind lost, drifting in memories and thoughts far away from the present. And then he heard her voice and came back to himself.The Soul of the Beauty, The Heart of the Beast3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Why do you spin so much?"
He glanced away from the wheel for a second, calculating the risk of answering her truthfully. He would be giving her a weakness to work with, to use against him. And yet, in the past months, she'd shown no anger, hate, or even disgust when around him. it didn't mean much of course, but still.
"I'm sorry. It's just that you've spun straw into more gold than you could ever spend." She was genuinely curious. He made up his mind.
"I like to watch the wheel. It helps me forget." The last words slipped from his lips. He'd never meant to say them. With a frown, he continued to spin.
She was stubborn, almost as much as he. The thought made him smile. Almost.
"I guess it worked." His manic laugh filled the air and he turned to look at her. She was laughing also, the s
Keeper of DreamsShe turns to her dreams more often than she does reality.Keeper of Dreams2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Inside them - those wondrous and phosphorescent fancies - he is always there, waiting for her.
Silver eyes like misty moonlight; skin so smooth and perfect it could have been carved from marble and hair the color of the blackest midnight, softer than swan feathers against her cheeks. A smile that could have put the stars to shame and a voice more saccharine than nectar, washing over every inch of her being like tender waves of satin.
Just like the other nights, he is stretched out across a bed of rich purple sheets and petals whiter than snow. Everywhere else she looks there is nothing but a stark, vast emptiness; save for him, smiling at her as if she is the morning sun come to greet his lips.
"You have returned," he murmurs, pale hand extending forward towards her. "I have missed you, my sweet. Come...lay next to me; share in sleep's sweet embrace."
She obeys in an instant, descending into the gossamer touch of the matt
Insanity.It's not that I see things that don't existInsanity.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's that you don't see things that do.
elevenyou don't seem brokeneleven2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until after you've splintered
and someone else
meticulously pieces you
on yearning to be something I'm not.I think in a previous life,on yearning to be something I'm not.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I must have been a coyote.
An ugly beast with an
ugly heart, with howls
echoing across ten thousand
"Please, give me the moon;
I can no longer stand the heat of
This world mocks me.
More love for a
night alone in
a winter's forest than
the lonesome aching in
my heart, I only
want to run with the
this desert-weary soul is
merely chasing rabbits across
empty highways. A coyote only
deserves putrid carrion and
not the thrill of the hunt—I am but a
song dog keening into the night for
the fangs of wolves to keep me cold.
Snow White SyndromeI seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeatSnow White Syndrome2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s
the most terrifying thing in the worldnever knowing.the most terrifying thing in the world3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
breathing takes a second too longi'm just going to write this all out because if i stop to so much as breathe or count the seconds in my head until i feel like maybe you're a little closer to me then i might just fall apart. i don't have much control over my punctuation or spelling or grammar but i also don't have much control over myself and especially not over you and me together, and it's terrifying but it's all i want.breathing takes a second too long3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to be able to see you and i want to press myself against you as tightly as i can because there have been way too many miles between us for way too long and all i want is you and when i stand up i want you to still be against me and when i lie down i want you still to surround me and when i walk over to the door to leave because maybe you made me sad or maybe it's just time to go i want to walk out to my doorstep and have you still be encircling me like i am the destination on your map that you've been looking for for so long.
i don't want to be the sore spot between your elbow and forearm fro
In Peeta's Eyes 1: Sowing and ReapingIn Peeta's Eyes 1: Sowing and Reaping3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The reaping ceremony has always disgusted me. The whole idea of the Hunger Games is just so barbaric that I am unbelievably thankful each year my name doesn't come out of that glass ball. Looking around me, I see the terrified and paler-than-usual faces of more than a hundred kids from ages 12 to 18, all of them saying the same desperate prayer I am: Please don't let it be me this time!
We are lined up according to our ages. Like rows of grain from District 9 ready to be chopped down with the glinting scythe of Effie Trinket's brightly colored fingernails. As if the only reason the adults of Panem have children is to put them in these infernal lines to be chopped down and thrown into a death match disguised as a grand honor. To me, that's all we seem to be to the people of the Capitol: ears of grain sown for the sole purpose of perishing in a sifter that only a
Fate be damned.personally,Fate be damned.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can’t see myself with
the milky way embedded in my
bones, much less my heart. it
sure would be nice to wish upon a
star for our happy ending, but i think
my prince charming just
i am a phantom
stitched into my
lips and rose petals
inked into my skin.
bones would like to
whisper “i love you”
in every language of
because fate may
not exist and it’s
high time i form
my own destiny.
He only dates broken girls.I will destroy you. I willHe only dates broken girls.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
make you love me
without even trying;
you’ll love the scabs
on my knees, the bruises
under my eyes, my
singed hair. You will love
the rush of holding
my hand as we cross
the bridge; you’ll feel
like a hero each time
I don’t jump. You will buy
me chocolates, the most
expensive, to guilt me
into eating. You will buy
me seeds instead of flowers,
to give me a reason to
get up in the morning. You
will make me dependent,
even as I feed your white
knight complex. I will destroy
myself, and so you,
and you will know why storms are named after people.
DesperationYour spine is a secretDesperation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers can uncode.
Your vertebrae cracks open,
your secrets are exposed.
I suck out the tender marrow
and scrape flesh off the bone
hoping; if I absorb you
I will no longer feel alone.
Hunger for beautyYou graduated from starvationHunger for beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tired of being tired.
It's the little things that
keep you awake;
like the bones that make you feel
the mirror even whispers
that you're perfect
you don't mind it
when your throat burns.