InfectedThe hunters came for me first. Pastor had moved me into the church basement a dim cellar of cement with one light the went out whenever it stormed and set up a narrow cot for me to sleep on in one corner on the uneven floor. He locked the door at the top of the stairs and I wasn't sure if he was trying to protect me from overzealous townsfolk unwilling to wait for the hunters or if he believed I had murdered the doctor. Old Telly, the post master with chronic asthma, had found his body. It had been torn in half lengthwise, a jagged seam starting at the shoulder down to the hip, the ribcage popped open like a peanut shell, and then discarded on the floor of his exam room with the bright lights and the cold white surfaces drenched with red. There was nothing else disturbed all his medicines were locked away in their cabinet, his tools were untouched and his computer had been left alone even though he had a habit of not locking it under a password when he was away froInfected3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Far away- ZEKI Chapter 1Far away- ZEKI Chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
So far away...yet close- Chapter 1
You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go, go, go
You say goodbye and I say hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
That nostalgic scent. Where's it coming from? I see. It's coming from Zero. I press my fingers over my mouth. Exactly, how am I able to comprehend what happened "that" day? Tears of guilt and sorrow were pouring from my eyes, Zero was glaring at me and abruptly, I confessed my true hidden feelings I bottled up for so long, then sooner than I thought, Zero kissed me. I was lost. Why do I still have that memory? I'll be dead next time I see him. I don't care, as long as my soul lives on being next to Zero. If I do HAVE a soul.
February 10th, 2011-
A knock on the door startled me. "Come in." I said. A familiar face crept up behind the door. Yori. I teared up and hugged her so. "Yori-chan! I missed you!" I cr
Winter of Destiny I can still see that look in his eyes, the look which has been with me the whole time when I left. His hatred for me is beginning to grow from the inside. And when the time comes, will he be able to release all of that hatred? When he finds me? I do not wish to think that, but lately, that is all I've been thinking about is when he will find me and if he finds me. I don't want to end our path like this. I don't want to see anymore blood being spilled by the people whom I've cared about.Winter of Destiny4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have been secretly been hidden away from the rest of the vampire world. Kaname thinks that I'm not ready to be seen in public. I've been inside of the room of where I grew up in. The room where there is no windows for no sunlight to shine through. I know its the winter season. Cause of when ever Kaname comes home, I would see faintly snow flakes on him before he brushes them off of his coat.
The white snow of which reminds me of red blood. It has been ten long
Child of Blood and BoneChild of Blood and Bone1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Winter, Year 757 of the New Age
Oakfern, The Warrens
The witch stumbled into a wall, her hooves slipping on the moist stone. She couldn’t tell whether she’d been walking in circles or traversing miles, her sense of direction destroyed. She felt numb as though fire had raged through her insides, not ice. Her pelt was littered with cuts and scrapes from the rough walls and rocks when she fell, but she did not feel them. Wounds would heal, with proper care, they were irrelevant. She couldn’t feel her magic. Something had been ripped from her in the cavern, taken from her. Stolen. The connection was gone. Numb. Non-existant. Nothing.
There were no voices, no tricks that could save her now. Silence reigned save for her own footfalls and the drip of water on stone, her only companion the darkness. Darkness, ever present and inescapable, pressing in around her in
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
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.
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
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.
LotR OuttakesThe Fellowship of the Ring Movie OuttakesLotR Outtakes8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gandalf tells Frodo about his ring
Gandalf snatches the envelope, throws it on the fire and watches it burn
Frodo: What are you doing!
Gandalf reaches for the tongs and goes to take the ring out of the fire
Gandalf: Oh *bleep* Ive lost it!!
Frodo bursts out giggling as Gandalf continues to poke the fire
Director: Cut! Props!!
Escape on Buckleberry Ferry
The hobbits are running around in the trees shouting as the Ringwraith tries to catch them while they run for Buckleberry ferry .
Sam, Pippin and Merry get away faster and as Frodo is dancing with the Ringwraith Pippin runs straight into a tree
Pippin: *bleep*!! *loud crunch as he hits the floor*
The Ringwraith falls of its horse laughing as Frodo bursts into a fit of giggles and Sam crashes into a tree trying to see what the commotion is .
Sam: *bleep* ouch my nose hurts!&
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
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
Insanity.It's not that I see things that don't existInsanity.2 years 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
he cried because no one cried for himI found Death crying in the alleyway underneath my apartment window. He crouched, shaking and whimpering out his little mouse of a cry that was muffled by the rumbling cacophony of city night life. He didn't make himself seen and, like the child he was, huddled down and hid his face with his mitten-covered hands.he cried because no one cried for him2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Death made eye contact with me as I watched him from the fire escape. He stared with bright blue eyes perfectly framed with long eye lashes. The chill bit and reddened his nose and cheeks, and his tears left frozen paths of black ice against his face. I didn't mean to, it was an accident, he pleaded with me.
I watched him as he shamefully picked up his victim, a tiny little kitten that was half frozen and curled tightly into itself. He tried to stroke it back to life, begging and pressing the small animal into his plush winter coat.
I'm sorry, he lisped, wiping snot onto his sleeve as he cradled the corpse like a beloved baby doll. My eyes followed his tiny
Journeyed Too Far WestJanuary 24th, 1872Journeyed Too Far West2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arrived in Rose Dust today. Got a good overlook from the stagecoach as it crested a hill. Little more than a collection of shabby buildings all jumbled together in the bottom of horseshoe-shaped gulley. Timber frames of future dwellings out on the fringes, plenty of carpenters at work. Only places of merit seem to be the assay office and the town hall, maybe the local saloon. Not sure why Rose Dust has the name it does, but clearly a fresh boomtown; even the railroad hasn’t come out this far.
Met with Mayor Chandler, took me to Hoc’s saloon for drinks and to discuss my settling into town. Said his wife didn’t tolerate the thought of him drinking in his office. Friendly, just like in the letters. Offered to put me up in the hotel for the night while he finishes getting my place secured. Never met a man so outright welcoming in my life. Odd that he greets me so warmly; they must really need an undertaker.
January 27th, 1872
Been a few days now, and am
the most terrifying thing in the worldnever knowing.the most terrifying thing in the world3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If Ever I Lost YouWhat weighs on your mind?If Ever I Lost You3 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…
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.
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
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.
carnivore stainsYOU BECOME HUMAN WHEN YOUR CHEEKScarnivore stains3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
FLUSH AND YOUR GIGGLES ARE TRAILS
OF INNOCENCE ESCAPING THROUGH YOUR MOUTH.
before that you are a demon.
a purple bruise,
beating and wrinkled creature with eyes
cut into diamond ends that retract the light
placed on it in razor-sharp reflections.
you crawl forth into the world with an aching
squeal that could even make the heavens
bow to their knees,
make your mother bleed
like the first day of Woman.
your nails, nine months grown to fit that
of a clover's lucky leaf, sharpen like nails in the floor-
board, and your mother is a prune in which
her womb is lined with your exit marks.
your nails sweetly trim her bottom-lips
so that you will be the last thing
to break her, the first to make her,
the one to kiss her for