ReflectionReflectionReflection5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inspired by Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen
You, Elizabeth Bennett,
(He would say to his mirror after he shaves in the morning,
If he used a mirror for shaving anymore)
Were the first thing in the world that ever terrified me.
As a boy, I feared not the other youths.
I would go to war for my sister's sake
With any thug in short pants that dared to cross me.
I feared not my tutors, or my father.
The priest could not even quite convince me
Of why I should fear God.
But I fear you, Elizabeth.
(He always calls her just Elizabeth when he's alone,
Or would if he were brave enough
To invite her image into an empty room with him).
You were so easy for me to categorize. That first evening
I learned almost everything I needed to know about you.
I learned that you spoke too loudly and too freely,
And were no great beauty,
And had about the refinement one might expect
Of a young woman of the countryside.
I also learned that you had commandeered my mind,
Kidnapped all m
Goddess And Hunter.The sun finally hid beneath the snow-crested mountains. Artemis smiled - her pestering brother was out of the way. She could hunt for the next several hours with nobody and nothing to stop her.Goddess And Hunter.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her followers were fast asleep. She didn't reproach their reluctancy to accompany her this night - after all, mortals needed rest, and they had already enthusiastically joined in her nocturnal hunts for the past week. She noticed young Callisto's peaceful sleeping face. How fortunate, she thought, That no man can have her... They wouldn't deserve her.
On she went, out into the awaking forest. She felt particularly bright and bursting with energy, more than other nights. She broke into a run, skipping agilely between knobbly tree roots and lithely ducking lower branches.
She had a favorite spring to start at. Its water always tasted as though there were some nectar within the drops, and it was her "lucky charm" for hunts. She slowed, picking her way to the clearing which held the sp
With or Without MeAnother end of chapter,With or Without Me4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but it's not over yet,
on whatever I get
remember the promise?
oh I'll never forget....
no I'll never regret
all the things we did
in these last two years
the effort we spent
in the face of our fears
they're reality now
but we've grown up.
At this stage in life
people turn to the knife
they cut off love
they slice through happiness
they look hopelessly above
for help with their challenges
they go it alone
with a blunt blade
then turn back,
knowing the mistakes they've made.
Don't do this to me
there's a way round,
there's a light in the tunnel
an end I have found,
So just think for a while
would you be
happy with or without,
with or without me.
Darkest Realms Chapter 4 As the four treaded steadilly through the forest, SpongeBob's mind began to wander. "...I wonder if anybody at home notices I'm gone," he thought. He looked up at the sky through the trees to see the clouds clearing out, leaving a normal looking blue sky. He smiled and flapped his hand at the others to grab their attention while continuing to look up. "Guys! Look!" he squealed with joy as he pointed up to the sky. The others followed his gaze and looked up at the sky. They smiled.Darkest Realms Chapter 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"...Wow...I never knew I'd be so happy to see something so normal," Danny chuckled. Their happy thoughts abruptly came to a stop when they heard something in the bushes 10 yards from them. They froze in place, quickly turning their heads to the bushes. They stood as still as statues, their eyes glancing around the bush trying to make out what was hiding...or hunting...
Once they heard a deep, low growl from the bushes, t
La Belle et la Bete.La Belle et la Bete.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
लावण्यवती आणि नरपशू.
कशी व्यक्त करू मी मम प्रीत तिजजवळी?
कसे सांगू तिजला की तूच माझी मौलिक सखी!
तिजवर मी आतोनात प्रेम करितो!
तिच्याच सहवासासाठी असा मी व्याकुळ होतो!
Darkest Realms Chapter 1 "...Why are we going up to your attic again?" SpongeBob asked Jimmy as he, Jimmy, Timmy and Danny climbed up to the attic of the Neutron household. "I told you; There's some boxes of science supplies I found up here and I need some help carrying it down to my lab," Jimmy reminded as they reached the attic. "So... you brought us here... for work?" Timmy questioned. "Yeah, that's correct," Jimmy replied. ".........I'm out..."Darkest Realms Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Timmy turned to leave, only to be grabbed by the shoulder and spun around. "Hey!" Jimmy argued, then sighed and cooled his voice, "You know, you never know what you'll find up here... there might even be something interesting up here." "What... dust bunnies and cobwebs? Yeah... that's thrilling..." Danny added sarcastically.
"Fine..." Jimmy muttered, "Can you at least help me get this stuff down, and then we can do whatever afterwards." The others shrugged, "Alright..." They got to work u
Darkest Realms Chapter 3It had begun to rain when the four reached the edge of a forest. They raced under a large leaf to shelter themselves from the cold and stared out into the fog. They all panted heavilly from running away from the evil Uka Clan, trying to stay unnoticed as long as possible. "We don't want to attract attention,"Jimmy had stated earlier, "We want to remain unseen as much as we can..." "But then who's going to help us get home?" SpongeBob asked in a nervous tone. "I don't know if anyone in this world is friendly, SpongeBob..." Danny replied, "I think we'd be home now if those stupid dinosaurs weren't so savage..."Darkest Realms Chapter 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They now sat in silent fear under the large leaf, they're bodies scrunched together to try and keep warm from the cold wind. "...will we ever get home?" Timmy asked and turned to the others. Jimmy sighed and looked at the ground, unsure of what to say, SpongeBob scrunched himself together more and closed his eyes without a response, and Danny glanced at the
Darkest Realms Chapter 2 The others stood up with their mouths hanging open as they stared up at the temple. "What...is that?" SpongeBob asked as he stared in awe. "I don't know..." Jimmy replied, "It...looks like some kind of ancient ritual celebrating area from the earlier periods of civilization..." "So...do you think there's people inside?" Timmy asked. They listened for a moment, and heard a faint sound of chanting. "Sure sounds like it...let's go see," Danny said as he started towards the temple.Darkest Realms Chapter 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The entrance engulfed them in a brilliance of gold engraved walls and carvings. Pillars went down the hall as far as they could see, creating a maze of confusion. Turquoise bricks stacked together created the walls, and deep yellow bricks stacked together held the pillars in one piece. The four cautiously made their way down the hall, the chanting growing louder. "...I...I don't know about this guys..." SpongeBob whispered. "Don't worry, dude! What's th
RaindropsRaindrops3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Victoria laughed when they finally found cover from the rain. She wiped her eyes of the water, but raindrops still dripped onto their faces. Vincent gave a disapproving frown and tried to wipe the offending tears, until Victoria slapped his hand away.
"Don't do that," she said with a smirk, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You'll ruin my makeup."
"As if the rain hadn't already done that," Vincent replied, making her chuckle softly. Victoria sat down in the veranda and ushered for him to sit next to her. He happily obliged. His clothes crumpled uncomfortably in the rain and mud, but for some reason, it didn't seem to bother him as much. "You'll catch a cold at this rate."
Victoria's lips quirked into a strange smile, as she said, "You forget that I'm already dead."
"No," he replied, smiling as well. "You're very much alive. At least, to me you are."
Her eyes softened as she looked down and slowly grazed his fingertips with her own. Their conversation was tame yet surprisingly intimate,
Pirates of Penzance AbridgedPirates of Penzance Abridged7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Arrgh, aargh, me hearties. We must search for the black pearl..
Oh, right! Frederick, our apprentice has turned 21 on this warm and sunny day in late February. Let us rejoice and drink pink alcohol.
No pink alcohol for me! For I must leave you.
Why? You're a better pirate than any of us.
I'm not an orphan so I don't fit in. Anyway I'm the Slave of Duty and must therefore kill you all!
That's so sad! I have to cry for the man who is going to kill me. Goodbye! When you kill us make it quick.
Of course! Though there is only one of me and 20 of you, I'll be sure to kill you quickly.
Just make sure to take your girlfriend. PLEASE!
But she's old enough to be my mother!!
Exactly. Bye now!
So - are we leaving?
Sure! Why not. Hey, wait a second...
Daughter and Mabel
(sings) Climbing over rocky mountains..
Oh my god, they're gorgeous! Screw th
Et tandis que la pluie tombeDehors sous la pluieEt tandis que la pluie tombe1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Je tourbillonne en riant
Je ris des autres
Je ris de moi-même
Et tandis que la pluie tombe
Je saute dans les flaques d'eau
Et chante en dansant
" Puisse la pluie durer éternellement "
Sous ce temps
Que tout le monde fuit
Que je recherche
Je souris aux fatalités
Et tandis que la pluie tombe
Je saute dans les flaques d'eau
Et chante en dansant
" Puisse la pluie durer éternellement "
Les gouttes d'eau s'estompent
Les autres sortent
Alors que je rentre
Et que mes larmes coulent
Et tandis que le soleil apparaît
Je saute à l'intérieur de chez moi
Et finis en pleurant
" Puisse la pluie revenir bientôt "
8: Beauty and the BeastDid all of it really happen? Is Edmund truly…dead?8: Beauty and the Beast2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth sat before the fireplace in her bedroom, her feet tucked beneath her and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was still trembling after all that had happened, and though she tried to breath evenly, her heartbeat wouldn’t slow even a little.
Garrett had disappeared several hours before with an unconscious Fiona in his arms and a shaken, bleary eyed Mr. Gibbs close at his side.
Beth had asked to help, wanting to be close by when Fiona woke, but both men had insisted that she too needed to rest after her ordeal, and so she had been left with no other choice but to wait anxiously in her bedroom for word of Fiona’s condition.
In an effort to keep her mind off of her worry over Fiona, she busied herself by removing the bandages from her arm and leg.
“Strange,” she murmured when the bandages fell away. Not a scratch marred her pale skin, and there were no scars. To anyone else, it would appear
LossCaught in time,Loss8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As life slips by,
Like waves upon the sea shore,
I stand in the sand,
Afraid to let the water touch my feet,
Because I might get swept up in the current,
And taken away from my memories of you.
Watching the rain fall from my window,
Longing to fall with it,
To twirl in the drops of water,
And forget myself in the chilled air and darkening sky.
Tears drip from my longing eyes,
Like frothy waves and sprinkles of rain,
So wet, and pure.
To fall like rain, and be swept away by the current,
To nowhere, to somewhere, to anywhere… but here.
To let go,
Would be to forget.
To forget all that is wrong and hurt,
To forget this pain that still lingers inside of my soul.
Yet, I am afraid the current might take away the good memories as well,
And that as we fall with the rain,
That you might slip just beyond my reach.
Yet that is how loss is.
Because I would rather take the chance of falling,
When I know that we will always be close,
Even when you are just beyond my reach.
THE LIFE OF ANDROS BELORINITHE LIFE OF ANDROS BELORINI3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
THE LIFE OF ANDROS BELORINI
A child named Andros
He was born one December 30th in venezzia, his father, Alexander, was a corsaire...an assassin .and a hero for the little Andros. His father was everthing he wanted to be. When he was 8 years old Alexander gave him a Little toy that he bought in Cádiz-Spain after a mission, a pirate ship with the name "El Asesino escarlata" carved in the Wood, this Little toy is a treasure, that even today, Andros keeps safe and clean on his prívate room in the Tiber Island hideout.
He used to play near the port with his other friends always fascinated by the amazing ships that every day brought food, gold, money, different kinds of metals and other stuffs to the city .he felt in home when he was near the sea he knew that his destiny was following the steps of his father and become a corsaire.
For years he trained his body and his skills always pushing himself beyond his limits, he wa
Irish DreamsMy dreams of Ireland are paintedIrish Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with pastel green eye shadows
and emerald bushels of garland
that glisten in the charcoal night.
They're visions of golden showers
and fresh aquamarine dew drops
that embrace the lively bedrock,
awakening the creatures within.
They're the rush of bustling winds
weaving through the loose locks
of Irish boys and their lovers,
dancing under the Celtic stars.
They're the ancient melodies
that consume every fantasy heart
and yearner of good luck,
well-wishers and explorers.
My dreams of Ireland are painted
with every enticing touch of beauty
that one could possibly imagine.
insomniarats curl upinsomnia9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the empty sockets of
i hear them chittering
of threadbare trees
and windworn grass
into the empty hours of the night
the scarred hyena cackling
in my lungs
lowers his mocking to a whisper,
and in the darkness i can almost hear
your far-flung breaths
(i never could evict this lump that’s settled in my throat,
owes me all kinds of rent)
Ode to the artistColours danceOde to the artist2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just out of reach
Of her grasping fingers,
Her lips tipped up
And her violet eyes
Glistening with wonder.
So many years later,
When her eyes have settled
And their colour dimmed,
When the curls in new hair
Have fallen flat,
Those colours dance
Just out of her reach.
She slashes at canvas
With wide brushes
And dripping paints,
Trying to capture
Those perfect blends,
Those perfect tones,
That perfect feeling.
Her works are masterpieces,
Acclaimed by all who see,
But not a single one
By the mother who cannot cherish
And so she starts again
With new brushes
And brighter paints.
And she screams
Into her brushstrokes,
Into the glaze,
With the easel,
Because that is what
Not a blending of colours,
Not the recreation of a scene,
Not the likeness of a figure.
Pain and joy
Mixed together on the same palette.
Art is the reminiscence on a place
And the worship of a face.
Art is life
Haiku 08.05Your warm, morning breath;Haiku 08.059 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Roof caressed by autumn rain.
I dream in poems.
3: Beauty and the Beast"You look like a princess, dear," Fiona stepped back so that Beth had a better view of herself in the full length mirror.3: Beauty and the Beast3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth's heart skipped when she looked over her reflection, barely recognizing the young lady who stared back. The gown she wore, though not cut in the latest fashion, was a rich emerald green that complimented her fair skin and rich brown curls. The skirt was full, the silk flaring slightly at the hips and reaching to the floor where the hem was stitched in an ornate pattern of golden ivy. The stitching continued up the skirt to the bodice, wrapping around it in a way that complimented her narrow waist.
The bodice was cut lower than the style that Beth was used to and was trimmed in black lace, and Beth couldn't help but feel self conscious about the amount of cleavage that it revealed. Yet Fiona assured her that it was not at all inappropriate, that it barely revealed anything at all, which relieved Beth somewhat.
Fiona had also managed to style Beth's unruly tresse
The Trouble with Tybalt “What light through yonder window breaks?The Trouble with Tybalt6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It’s life, Jim, but not as we know it.”
“Beautiful,” whispered Splirda from the front row, dabbing a tissue to her eye with one of her many facial gnathopods. “He may be young, but I doubt there’s been such a moving performance since Lemon Nimrod originally took to the stage a thousand years ago.”
Splurg leaned forward, peering through his thick omnifocals. “I don’t get it,” he grumped. “Who’s that guy? What’s going on? Why is that battleturret made of plywood?”
Splirda sighed, exasperated. “That’s Romulo. He’s in deeply in love with Juliet, but they can’t be together because he's a Montagen and she’s a Capulet: Montag II is stuck in a bitter war with planet Capule, much to the consternation of
the human syntaxmottledthe human syntax1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are carbon copies walking the streets
cut/and/paste people who
deracinated from scriptured roots rarely
ever realize that history is always unfolding right before them
or that somewhere in the bubbling
ooze of their jurassic hearts
a pasquinade has sprung
an unintended flood of reasoning
and merry mutants will come out to play
in scorched supernova shadows
while predation in the bio-mass
reached its all-time lowest
as shown in graphs designed to demonstrate
Fingernails, Please“Fingernails, please.”Fingernails, Please9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl smacked her gum, fussed with her hair a little, and turned her attention back to her phone. After a few seconds she glanced up again, clearly irritated: “Well?”
“Right. Um.” Thomas suppressed the urge to look at the fingernails she was currently wearing. “Color?”
“Green. Do you have something in a sort of limey chartreuse, maybe?”
“Uh, yeah, the list's over here –” But his customer had turned her full attention back to the phone, and was clearly ignoring him. Thomas cleared his throat. “Do you want lime, or chartreuse?”
“Uh... yeah, lime. Sure.”
Thomas winced. The long ones were always worst. “I'll be right back.”
He had 18 mm lime in stock, still in their larval stage, pale and wriggling under the blue light of the stasis chamber. He tried hard not to look at them too closely as he de