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
With or Without MeAnother end of chapter,With or Without Me10 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.
jerichoshe must have dreamed him,jericho4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
assembled of slow pieces
and called in the dark
she is a temple
and he is dismantling her
with chorused glories
that terrace and
he bleeds desire,
an ache to sculpt her;
a curse born of ruin,
a silence crafted sharp
in flickered glances
and in flame.
she must have known him,
borne witness as he
stormed and conquered
with shadows rampant
at his back
and she must have seen him
behind shut eyes;
not as he will be
nor as he is,
but as she
would have him;
under the domes
of her doomed
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.5 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
writing bonesi break myself down into sectionswriting bones4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like Ruby stripping on stage
at that kind of club,
it's raw and fresh and
yes, a little bit
because beneath this flesh
there are writing bones,
winter bones, bones that
flower with words
instead of ripening marrow
and when i die, will they wither
or write themselves home?
-i may be brittle;2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
sand lining my marrow,
from a year-long drought
and a stillness in my lungs that
no hour-glass-heartbeat could cure
but tomorrow's wind would carry
rain to me, just so you could
freeze it around my bones
and ask the winter
for an eternity-
Lost at SeaTiger swears Noah missed the boat.Lost at Sea2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sweet Hearts, Chapter 1: Day 1Sweet Hearts, Chapter 1: Day 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
William Darcy woke on November 14th at 6:00 A.M., per usual, and started his daily routine. This included getting out of bed, stretching, and heading to the bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth, in that order. On this particular day, Mr. Darcy was unusually absentminded and went through his rituals in body, but not in mind.
The past week had been a trying one. With the arrival of a slightly ill Jane Bennet on Tuesday, that event and the ones following culminated into a massive train wreck of an ordeal for poor Wills. The slightly ill Jane became the ill Jane, which brought the younger and (in his opinion, but dont tell anyone) more interesting Elizabeth Bennet running to her sick sisters side. By dinnertime, the ill Jane Bennet became the very ill Jane Bennet who could not bear to be taken from her sisters side at such a trying time (and vice versa).
Thus, the (in)famous Second Miss Bennet came to stay at Netherfield for nearly an entire week. An
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 36 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 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 16 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
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
The Flower Day Invasion - Parts I and IIThe Flower Day Invasion - Parts I and II1 year ago in Drama More Like This
The market of Whiterun was alive and bustling under the bright First-Seed sun; Spring had come with vengeance after a long and bitter winter, and the entire city seemed to feel it. I was glad to have chosen this week to visit Jorrvaskr; the icy wastes of Winterhold had been cold and cruel and no doubt still were. Still, it was a pleasant break from my new duties at the College; and I’d been away from the Companions far too long.
Farkas joined me that morning; we had a fair bit of shopping to do and the first harvests from the south were finally in. I’d asked him to join me simply for the fact, that he was big, burly and very capable of carrying most of the parcels of food. He liked to be useful. I stopped at Carlotta’s stand, eyeing off the fresh fruits and vegetables while Farkas grumbled.
“Don’t waste all your gold on vegetables,” he muttered, “We don’t all eat like you, y’know.”
I smirked, inspecting some carr
Paint the DreamsEvery night, on the insides of my eyelids,Paint the Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I paint the Universe with the ink set of imagination
And the charcoal sticks of memory,
Then flip it upside down and the wrong way round
And let it snag into focus-
On my sleeping synapses, the branches of the Inspiration Tree .
In my ivory skull-box of random echoes,
Every melody, every voice, is re-written and rescored,
For a symphony of electricity, crisscrossing nerves ,
And running down, like liquid lightning
Into the ears of the dormant soul.
Here, this is that part of my chaotic desk
Where I re-write physics to suit myself,
Redesign monsters and angels to my own specifications
Until the lines between them are blurred out of recognition.
In this drawer, I keep my nightmares
Under layers of fine, crinkled tissue paper, bound with laughter
And interspersed with the dead bodies of silk butterflies
This rack, here, holds the satin ribbons and velvet strings
Of the slipping, crackling madnesses that only come out when I call
The Clone Wars: Containment - Chapter 3aThe next day, Separatist Air Base, Sagujero, Saleucami, 965 Days after GeonosisThe Clone Wars: Containment - Chapter 3a1 month ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Sweat dripped down Tol Skorr’s forehead and into his right eye, but he didn’t dare blink. His opponents were good. Four of them were spread out, circling him warily. He dropped the tip of his lightsaber a centimeter, faked a glance to the left, and that was all it took. All four opponents moved as one, closing in on him and swinging metal staffs with blinding speed. They would have had him in an instant, had it not been for the precognitive aid of the Force and the skills he had honed in sparring sessions with Count Dooku, Sora Bulq, and Assaj Ventress, master duelists of the highest caliber.
Skorr’s lightsaber moved in a blur, parrying precise thrusts and vicious swings aside. His blade found the open face of one opponent, then the unguarded thigh of another. The two left standing pressed in from front and behind, intent on crushing him in
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She raised her palms to the sky, fingers spread, and sunk her toes into the earth. Heat-filled particles of light warmed her face and the moist cool matter softened her toes. This was life and she relished in its glory.
Nature was her mother and the ruler of the cosmos was her father. She imagined herself as a tree, her feet diving down into the rich folds of the earth, planting their roots, while her fingers extended to the heavens forming into a million branches. Leaves and flowers exploded from her branches as they begged for the gift of light from the sun.
She walked in beauty. From where she stood, a gathering of red poppies reached to her gently brushing against her calf, begging to feel her touch. She leaned forward caressing the petals with the tips of her fingers and the flowers gently kissed her face in return. She laughed. She had always imagined that poppies would make for extremely faithful friends, providing every comfort and need in times of despair, but they would alway
Shingeki no Kyojin: Reader x Surprise Chapter 1You stood before the old castle that was serving as the new headquarters for the Scouting Legion.Shingeki no Kyojin: Reader x Surprise Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“What are you waiting for ________? Let’s go inside and meet everyone!” Your best friend, Colette Sommer, said nudging your side.
A frown appeared on your face as you looked down on your feet, “I don’t know Colette, it’s just,” You bit your lip, “What will I say to him?”
Colette puffed up her cheeks as she put her hands on her waist, “What are you talking about? I’m sure he would be very glad to see you!”
“But, I promised him I wouldn’t join the military.” You murmured, still keeping your head low.
You heard you friend heaved an exasperated sigh and suddenly to your surprise, she began pulling you hastily toward the castle.
As soon as you and your friend entered, you were instantly greeted by a stern and icy voice, “Oi two stupid looking cadets, what do you think you’re doing?”
Too Poor to Pay Attention 2(Irvin x Reader)"Look at her."Too Poor to Pay Attention 2(Irvin x Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Always dressed like that."
"What is up with those bruises?"
Comments flew by as I walked home. Five years before joining the Scouting Legion, I never thought I would even have the guts to fight back. Fight back in anything. My clumsy skinny legs wobbled as I carried the heavy load of logs up a few stairs. The bruises from the beating I got from a few kids in the neighborhood had left my body weak and defenseless. Who am I kidding? I was always weak and defenseless.
At the last step, I lost balance. I fell, leaving my small, fragile body to shatter on the stone pavement. The other children laughed as I hopelessly picked up the logs that lay on the ground.
"What a loser!" one of the kids said as he kicked one of the logs to my face.
At this age, I already knew why they were making fun of me: There was no one else to make fun of. In such a cramped wall, who was there below them? Seeing someone defenseless is alway
Fingernails, Please“Fingernails, please.”Fingernails, Please1 year 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
Reunions and Departures (Rivaille x OC)Reunions and Departures (Rivaille x OC)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It’s been a while since I’ve last seen this place. I note, staring up at the castle, battered and worn down through time. My hands pushed against the old wooden door yet it would not budge. With a tiny bit of force, I try again but the result is the same. Last resort, I thought and brought my foot up to kick the dang thing open.
“Shi- ow!” The door opens with a loud bump and I walk inside only to find that my forceful kick had knocked this poor guy to the ground.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” I ask him and he looked up with a pair of sea green eyes. Oh, and some very angry looking eyebrows.
“Who’re you?” He questions with a half angry tone.
“Misaki Wrinkler, full time cadet under Corporal Rivaille.” I tell him, proudly pointing to the Wings of Freedom embedded into my jacket. “Are you new around here?” I see him visibly relax at the mention of the Corporal’s name and he informs me th
Close call. [Cop!Marco/You!]“Marco!” You frantically burst into the hospital room, your eyes landing on the figure propped up in the bed.Close call. [Cop!Marco/You!]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You rushed over to his side practically throwing your arms around his neck. “I could have lost you!” You pulled back, your red tear stained eyes boring into his own.
Your husband gave you a gentle smile. “But you didn’t.”
You sighed, you went to brush your hand over the bandages around his eye but stopped yourself. “I could have.”
Marco took your smaller hand in his own. “I saved a life.” He kissed the back of your hand, “A little girl is alive because of me.”
“You almost lost an eye.” Your shoulders slumped forward in defeat, “What would have happened if you died?” You fought back a new wave of tears, “I was so scared when I got the call.” You chewed on your bottom lip, “I thought the worst.”
Marco sighed, You both knew the da
mistletoe. marco bodtCold snow fell from the dark sky, one by one. Each one hit the ground with gentle pace, as if each of the flakes that float never had a worry in the world.mistletoe. marco bodt2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The air stunk of heavy decomposition, lifeless bodies lay in every corner of the once lively streets of Trost, faces of people she never knew, never talked to. Yet a heavy burden fell upon her shoulders and chest, feeling the emotion of substantial loss, even if she never knew these people. Gentle as she was, she was akin to a delicate flower. Quite unfit for the military and was almost out of place wherever she went. Her name fell on every man's lips and in every woman's thoughts. "[First Name] [Last Name]," everyone would simply call out.
And how she was here, in the garden of broken skin, vexatious scent, and dying hope, she was most extrinsic at the sight. Wrapped around her hands and arms were a pair of cream rubber gloves, on her face was an irksome fabric concealing almost half of her face. She walked with out most worry