Jack FrostIt's coldJack Frost1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can see my breath
It floats away from me
Hangs in the air above my head
I watch as it rises
I am becoming nothing
Floating away from reality
Like wisps of smoke
Like winter's breath
It's so cold
It is settling in my bones
I can feel the icy claw
Digging its way through my marrow
Rendering my joints immobile
I am forced to lay here
Staring up at the moon
It's so bright it is blinding
It shouldn't be this cold
But it is
And that's when I see him
His hair is a glowing silver
His eyes electric blue
His skin is pale as the snow
That's surrounding me
He is the most handsome man I have ever seen
No, he is beautiful
"Come with me."
He says the words
Yet his mouth never moves
He speaks into my mind
"Come with me."
He reaches out his frostbitten hand
I want to reach up and take it
But something is urging against it
Something, alive, inside me
Is screaming don't do it
I stare into those electric blue eyes
And I love them
I love the frozen ghost hover
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 2Almost twelve hours in, I remember why I hate road trips. Hours in a car with my mother's country music CD on repeat. Though I'd remembered this problem, and brought my mp3 player, it went dead about an hour ago.Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 24 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What do you need batteries for, Violet? That silly music machine? Come on talk to me." She said, knowing I'm still angry at her.
"I can't talk to you. If I do, I'll get in trouble. Because my opinions aren't important to you anymore! And when I voice them, you treat me like a kid. I'm seventeen, mom. You know you could have thought to ask me how I felt about moving. But no! Instead of bothering to take five minutes out of your day, you just make the decision. You don't even ask, no, you just do." I yelled. I could hear my brother's sighs from waking up. Great. I woke him up, which is going to make my mother angry.
"Violet... honey. You know that's not... How do you feel about us moving, sweetheart?" She asked. A little too late.
"It's too late for that, we're in the process.
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 3This drive is beginning to kill me. Thirty hours in the drive, thirty minutes into my Mom's favorite country CD and sleep is failing me. We'd stopped a few hours ago to get roughly three hours of sleep. All of which David stayed awake talking to himself. As he's finally falling asleep, Mom turns down her music, and looks at me. I can see the worry in her eye as I turn away and look out my window. What are my problems to her? I'd gotten over her rash decision. But I haven't gotten over her choice of location. Why with family? Why with people that I have openly hated all my life? Why couldn't we just settle down somewhere in Florida and take the short drive to Georgia a week before Christmas?Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 34 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Violet, please. Talk to me." She pleads, place a hand on my shoulder.
"Eyes on the road. I don't wanna die before we get to my deathbed." I didn't realize how heavy my words were when I said them. I could see visible hurt on my Mother's face now.
"Don't you think you're over reacting? It's just fam
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 him3 months 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
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 4After nearly forty hours on the road, only David remains hyper. Even the cat is stretched out across the backseat, laying her head in David's lap, purring softly as he scratches her behind the ears. We'd be arriving at our new home in about fifteen minutes now. After so long in the car, I am grateful for that. Though I'm still holding in a bit of resentment about the move, I've more or less come to terms with it. I have nothing to lose anyway, right? Trading friends who didn't really care for me much, all for family who loves me! As annoying as they could be, it still sounded a lot nicer than Richmond.Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 43 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You've been awfully quiet, Violet." My Mother says, placing a hand on my knee.
"I'm okay. Just thinking." I smile. Our long drive has given me a lot to think about.
"About what?" She removes her hand to place it back on the steering wheel.
"Everything. We've had enough negative conversations about moving. Do you think we could have a positive one? Just before we get there?" I laugh, rol
Rescue TeamShe called me because I lived right downstairs. She called me because she knew I wouldn’t call her parents. She called me because she hadn’t called in three months, and she knew that if she called me, crying, blubbering, watering the receiver with her tears and blood, I would come running anyway.Rescue Team7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was hunched up on the kitchen floor, her arms wrapped around her legs, her eyelashes wrapped around her bloodshot eyes. She looked up at me as I dropped the key I had never given back into my pocket. Her feet and hands were bloodied and full of cuts.
She said nothing as I crunched my way over the broken glass to her and hunched down, balancing on the balls of my feet. She looked down.
“What did you do?” I asked, looking around the messy kitchen, filled with shards of glass and broken plates. I noticed she was holding the phone in one hand and a champagne glass in the other. The only intact one left, I observed from my place facing the open cupboards and empty sh
Hello, how are you? "Hello,"Hello, how are you?3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You asked me how I was but kept walking.
"How are you?"
Well I had prepared to tell you that I had lost my puppy,
As you walked away not really caring if I was fine or not.
No, not really, Miss Teddy is at home snuggled safely in her doggy bed
But she could have been dead.
You said hello, and asked me how I was,
But then you kept talking, making it clear that how you feel about the weather is way more important than me losing my brother.
No, no, my brother is fine.
He has just gotten married to a beautiful bride and is expecting a child.
You asked, "Are you okay?" A
Bashings of a FandomYou hear it all the time,Bashings of a Fandom6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are insane
Why do they like even that stuff?
Judge you on what you like,
Look at their shirt
Oh it's one of them
Those fans they are so,
Nerds with no life
Have no taste
Well maybe you,
Need to think
This is just one part of us
That we can act sane
That we do have friends
That we have a life
That we aren't all nerds
That this connects us to others
That is what keeps us smiling
That this is part of what keeps us sane
That this helps us to keep getting up in the morning
And what about you?
Can you take the things we say about you?
I bet you have heard them too,
The name calling
The total rejection of what you love
So be nice to people,
No matter what,
Cause everyone gets a bad rap
Why Fanfiction Confuses MeFanfiction confuses me.Why Fanfiction Confuses Me2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just cant see
Why you would want to be
Someone else's character and not your own.
It's not like the characters are on loan...
I don't want to seem like an old crone,
But I would like to be shown
Why people write fanfiction.
For some people it's an addiction.
For others it causes friction,
But it's really just a simple diction.
I still don't understand it.
InertiaSometimes, I feel so very sorry forInertia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.
SpeechlessHow the hell can I makeSpeechless5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
See that everything you say
Everything you do
And although I’m not perfect
And I am trying
To find some sense of
But you’re making it
Pretty damn difficult
And I realize there’s
I can say to get through to you
Because nothing has worked yet
And all I want is
But you have taken that
All away from
Beyond AbeyanceI used to write of darkness.Beyond Abeyance7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a place so hollow and apathetic,
And my insignificant place inside it.
But silence was deafening,
along with solitude savage.
I suffocated on thoughts of oblivion.
And I floated there.
my realm of
It wasn’t until I closed my eyes,
That I dreamed of COLOR.
C r e a t i o n f l o o d e d m y l u n g s,
And jump started my blood flow.
I was given all the universe
.........Of which to shape into something b e a u t i f u l..........
S o I g a v e l i f e.
I t o o k c o n t
Werewolf Professor Layton: bitten/ the attackBittenWerewolf Professor Layton: bitten/ the attack7 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was getting quite late now; most of the town’s citizens had gone inside their homes. The professor noticed some of the citizens were acting quite anxious before heading inside, muttering something about rabid animal ; possibly about these so called ‘werewolves’ that some told him about.
The Professor and Luke only managed to gain very little information so far in their investigation. Layton did not have enough information to figure out what was really happening in this town. The two managed to solves some puzzles along the way though.
The roads were bare, Luke and The Professor were the only ones still out at night by the looks of it. Only a few of the street lamps were still on, leaving a small amount of light source for them. Layton stopped in place for a moment, deep in thought. Luke stared at him curiously; he looked around nervously a few times before asking
“Um, Professor, I don’t mean to be rude, but we’ve be
Professor layton werewolf one shotLayton sat alone in a stone walled room while writing and trying to calm himself with tea. His room was designed like a cell to keep some big wild animal inside; what with its big steel door (which had a very small slidable cover that reveals a small window) and barred windows; but yet it had a large comfy bed, a dresser with a mirror, a desk (which he was using at the moment), a tall standing mirror, and a clean bathroom with a shower and everything. In his opinion, he found this contrast eerie. He was in the big, highest part of this strangely designed hotel. It was some far away from the town they were visiting. Outside his window, he could see the overview of the town and the setting sun.Professor layton werewolf one shot1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Layton was actually locked inside, away from Luke and Flora (who were a few floors way from him), just in case if he does somehow…transform.
This was all happening because of last night. Layton and his apprentice Luke were investigating while Flora stayed inside the safety of their hotel
I'm Only HumanI'm only Human.I'm Only Human2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I bleed when I'm cut
I cry when I'm hurt
I love when I shouldn't.
I'm only Human.
My rage feeds my Demon.
My pain starves my Angel.
My cuts on my wrist are numb.
I'm only Human.
I'm not a toy.
I'm an adult.
I'm not a child.
I'm only Human,
And this is my biggest weakness.
This is all I will ever be
A Poem About Nothing... For No ReasonThis is the tale of the man with no name,A Poem About Nothing... For No Reason2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from out of nowhere is whence he first came.
He brings nothing with him, and has nothing to say,
don't sell him a thing, because he'll never pay.
No hands for his pockets, of which he has none,
no brain for his noggin, no legs for to run.
No belly for food, and no food for his mouth,
he cannot go North, for he doesn't know South.
Without his own voice he isn't too wordy,
And without his own body he doesn't get dirty.
He has no face to wash, and no hair to comb,
but don't send him away; he hasn't a home.
When you think he's behind you, he'll disappear,
don't bother calling, because he cannot hear.
Don't tell him your name, or it will become his,
If you think he is you, then he probably is.
BlindImagine your life, like a light,Blind2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Having a parent with no sight,
And at a young age, you'll know your own way home.
To guide and to see,
Your life would soon be,
And your life getting less and less bright.
Friends making jokes,
About the non-seeing folks,
And you sit in your seat, in tears.
Trying to lend you a hand,
They just don't understand,
That the pain comes from words they spoke.
Though instead, think of whose life must suffer,
Images growing much rougher,
And they can't see their child's own face.
With bumped and bruised knees,
From such, normally, avoidable injuries,
Their skin and bones simply tougher.
The colors of anything, even the color of your eye,
Or maybe those boring old birds in the sky,
Your parent can't experience at all.
While you partially hope the trait isn't genetic,
Your heart is feeling quite sympathetic,
For the one you love, who suffers, never having hurt a fly.
And then....that's when you ask, why?
He's not dangerous : werewolf professor LaytonHe’s not dangerousHe's not dangerous : werewolf professor Layton9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
He did not react quickly enough; he tried to start making his way downhill but they released their arrows and he felt them pierce into his back, letting out a loud cry of pain. He was momentarily stunned and stumbled a bit. Another arrow suddenly struck him in his right thigh. Startled, he let out a pained yelp and lost his balance, tumbling down the rocky ravine.
He was rolling for a while, hitting some large rocks along the way down; some of the arrows were pushed painfully deeper into his skin and he heard one of them snap. He finally came to a slow stop as he rolled into a small shallow pond at the bottom.
He lay motionless for a few seconds when his senses came back; water was flowing into his nose, forcing his injured body to sit up. He shook his head, snorted and coughed up some water. He then dragged himself out of the pound; he had to keep moving; but he was so worn out from rolling down the ravine.
NightmareI had a dream last night.Nightmare5 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There was fear in that dream. I remember feeling weighed down by the terror. I remember feeling eyes watching me from everywhere; feeling that they - whoever they were - were just waiting for me to slip up and make a mistake, to chase after me and capture me. I don't know what I did. I don't know where I was. It was a world where things had gone terribly wrong, and the metallic smell of fear and oppression and blood filled the air. That much I knew, and I knew I was in danger.
But there was a woman, and though she was afraid she was kind to me. She sheltered me; said that I was kin, that I was part of her family. She said that to a group of uniformed men who had come knocking at her door - terrible, terrible men with cruel faces and sleek rifles by their sides. I was terrified, and I'm sure she was terrified as well, but the men took her for her word and left.
They left, and they brought the woman's son with them. The boy couldn't have been older than twelve.
Free SpiritThere is a fire burning in your soulFree Spirit1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a drive that will push you through
There is life flowing through your veins
Hold on to it
Don't fall like the rest
Don't let this world kill it
Hold on to your free spirit with all you have
For those who lost it can't remember it
They did as they should
They followed the rules
They killed it
For you see, free spirits have no place in this world
They have no place to lay their head
They are always moving
They are always living
And most can't imagine that
No, their imagination was lost with their adventure
But you are the adventures
You are those who live life to the fullest
You are the ones whose joy is evident
You didn't fall in line like the others
So live on.
For you are the only ones who truly live.
01: It's A Frost Thing (JFxReader)01: It's A Frost Thing (JFxReader)2 months ago in Humor More Like This
You yawn. On snowy days like this, it was heaven just to imagine sitting by the fireplace while sipping some hot cocoa, all the while tucked under a thick, wooly blanket listening to some old tunes from the radio. The visual seems golden but then you get struck by reality.
You don't have a fireplace. Instead, you have this state-of-the-art heater which manages to break down every few days or so.
You don't have Cocoa. Although you have some crushed coffee beans hidden somewhere in the cupboard..
You don't have a wooly blanket. Naturally, all you have is this flimsy, sorry piece of a sheet not enough to reach your toes.
Well, at least you have a radio, and a (run-down) sofa to sit on.
You look around, and admit sheepishly to yourself that this apartment is a bit shabby. Though you couldn't ask for more as this place offers you a neat rent pay of just a hundred bucks quarterly. Perfect for a zesty freshman like you in college. You had told your pa
Don't Judge People Easily"Hey you!" I called out to the popular girlDon't Judge People Easily7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
"What do you want?" she hissed at me with her bratty voice
"Do you remember the girl you called fat? She's now starving herself because of you."
"So? Why would I care?" she asked
"Remember the boy you called stupid? He actually is the smartest kid in school and now you made him feel like he was stupid."
"Whatever. Your wasting my time hurry up."
"Remember the boy you made fun of his laughing? His mother died 2 days ago, and you think laughing made him better, it made him worse.
She was speechless and looking guilty with the look in her face.
"Do you remember the girl that sleeps in every class and you called her "Miss Sleepy-Head?" Her mom gave birth to a 8th child and the crib is in her room. She has to take care of it, while you live a happy perfect only-child life.
She looked down at the ground and looked like she was having a hard time.
"Finally, do you remember calling me ugly, stupid, and fat?" I lifted up the right sleeve of my t-shirt
18 Years Prologue Warning, this story includes spoilers from Professor Layton and the Miracle Mask. I advise not reading it until you have beaten the game. Enjoy.18 Years Prologue8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest; the thoughts in my brain suddenly coming at a slower rate; the image of my dear friend, as he started to become smaller amidst all of the darkness. “Randall!” Hershel yelled, as I just dropped from sight, with the mask in chaos in hand. This was it. I solved the Norwell wall; I spent days with Henry trying to figure out the mask and the secrets it held; and now the treasure Hershel and I were about to discover together, was cut short due to a nasty trap.
I could feel the memories of my life flashing by; the day I was born in the Ascot estate; the adventures I’d had with Henry, Alphonse and Angela when we were little. Back when I first asked Angela to be my girlfriend; the day I met Hershel; the times when Hershel, Angela and I would study in my room as I to
Sparrow HeartbeatsMy fingers twine in the loops and swirls of the oatmeal colored carpet, and I dig my nails into the only ground I can touch as if somehow that could hold me here forever. Keep me from flying away, flying apart. Gray eyes stare up at the ceiling, watching as the fan in the center turns hypnotically, occasionally flinging bits of dust. It sifts down through the impossibly hot air, settling around me like grave dust. I can hear them downstairs, fighting again. Their words echo through the house, muffled by carpet and thin walls, just enough to render words indecipherable, but not the meaning behind them.Sparrow Heartbeats3 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Rolling over on my side, I face the wall between my bed and dresser. The paint is chipped and flaking, dark marks mar the whiteness. Silently, I trace my finger across them, connecting the dots as I form new constellations, naming them after all the things I cannot have: hopelovehappiness. The wall feels cool beneath my fingertips, and I wonder how it can be so cold when ever