In Between the Living and the UndeadElijah set the camera between the branches with trembling hands. His fever had spiked so much he could feel the sweat pouring off his body, drenching him from head to toe. He welcomed the cool mountain breeze as it blew over his ashen face. Once the camera became situated he hit the record button and began.In Between the Living and the Undead4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hello,” he spoke wearily. Elijah barely got the first word out before he began coughing violently. When the choking fit ended he could see his own hand was stained with blood. Elijah wiped it on his already stained jeans and continued.
“My name is Elijah. I am a member of a small band of survivors who are attempting to reach the military base in Vancouver. We have little food or shelter and our morale is low. Yet, by some miracle or just blind luck we’ve managed to encounter no hoards since reaching the Appalachia.”
He paused for a moment, biting his dry lip and contemplated. Then he added, “Before the epidemic, I was a scientist working for the
c r a c ki am the one.c r a c k9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
not the one but the one -
that can't help but shatter everything
she touches, and my days are spent
ripping splinters from my skin
and wishing i could
I Dream of CeresA sci-fi pulp.I Dream of Ceres9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Cerean Anthem blared out of the speakers of the cell’s viewplate. Trandon was awake beforehand, out of habit. He wore sonic-strength ear plugs just so he wouldn’t have to listen to that fucking song. They were proscribed items for that reason and he had paid out the nose to get them, but they were SO worth it. After the jingle came the news. This was worth watching solely because of the buxom newscaster (he had heard that the reporter in the women’s cells was a hunky dude, but he didn’t know for sure). She covered the usual shit; buy Cerean, work hard, brush your fucking teeth so you don’t cost the government a pair of dentures.
The work listings came on and he stopped looking at the woman’s chest and at the numbers that crawled up the side of the screen.
“Due to mishaps in the Level 23 dry-docks,” -people died- “the completion time for the freighter Chalmar Truntz is behind schedule. Ceres Astrowerks is
Peacetime Songs or EuthanasiasI wanted a war-time melody for the aching ears of all the people who silently protest the military efforts of our time; a song to soothe, a flood of words in which to drown our battered hopes, for their mercy. So I conjured in my rib-caged eye the images of war,Peacetime Songs or Euthanasias1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the open minds of fallen soldiers, spilling New York and Los Angeles, Moscow and Baghdad onto the streets of anywhere; their mouthing wounds elevating cries into the city stench of gunpowder blackened buildings; the look on their eyes when the true meaning of damage and collateral crashes into their fleshy souls, begging in curses, wailing arms at them for a redraw of the cards: You instead, not my little boy! But every soldier is a little boy,
and as I saw them huddled beside Humvees, warding cold deserts with divine stories of mundane happenings at hometown proms, repeating to themselves this weapon is lighter than a wrench; as I saw them mourning for the friends that wouldn't recognize them, returned, victorious shells, I re
2 A.M.The clock is ticking2 A.M.6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
morning approaches quickly
can't stop the nightmares.
Murasakibara Atsushi x Reader (Sweet-tooth)Murasakibara Atsushi x Reader (Sweet-tooth)2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sickly sweet smell of pastries hit your nose as you open the oven. “_________-chan, do you have those Cinnamon-buns ready?” An old voice calls from up front.
“Hai Nanami-san, working on it!” You yell back tucking a piece of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. Carefully removing them from the oven you set the four-dozen buns onto the counter. Shutting the oven with your foot you proceed to remove them from the baking sheet onto a tray with your hands. Accidentally burning your finger you hiss in pain pulling your finger back to suck on it. You switch hands successfully removing the rest.
Quickly icing them to prevent the icing from clumping you subconsciously lick your lips watching as it slides down the warm pastry.
“Kami I’m going to get fat from working here. I should stop eating pastries.” You grunt out quickly glancing down at your semi flat stomach.
“________-chan!” An impatient voice calls once a
Friends? (Kagami x Male!Reader 2)Friends? (Kagami x Male!Reader 2)2 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
____ checked his phone frequently, waiting eagerly for a message from someone important.
Kagami noticed the smaller teen's fidgeting and restlessness, and began to grow curious on just what ____ was waiting for.
The redhead took a sticky note from his bag and scribbled down,
You okay? "
Said teen had glanced at the sheet and gently grasped the sticky slip, neatly explaining on the paper
" Mm (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧!!!
I'm waiting for a PenPal from Japan to message me~!"
Kagami was intrigued with how one message could make someone so happy. He couldn't grasp the concept, and didn't care to anyhow. He thought for a moment, his eyes lingering on the cute emoticon drawn, and wrote down
" If they're in Japan... they must be sleeping now. "
____'s eyes wavered at the thought and he bit his supple pink lips in slight frustration. With a sad sigh, he wrote
" I guess you're right...(︶︹︺)
Cold-HeartedThe snowflakes floatingCold-Hearted2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the earth in darkest night
What frigid blackness
Overwhelms the winter sky?
How coldhearted can I get?
Hate Sleeping AloneEach nightHate Sleeping Alone7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I lay in bed...
Letting my covers
Try to keep me warm
Though they're never
As warm as your arms.
Letting my dreams
Try to soothe me
Into a deathly calm
Though they're never
As calming as your
Letting hundreds of sheep
Try to caress my eyes
To finally close
Though they shall never
In the way your gentle hand
In mine will.
And while the covers may try
They will never fill the place
Where you slept beside me.
My dreams will never
Fill the emptiness left
Without your breathe.
The sheep will never
Lift me away
Like the comfort of knowing
That your near me
And that you
Will be the first thing I see
When I wake
And each night I stay awake
Because without you
I'd rather not sleep.
Lately, the waitHighway traffic, seamless like the skiesLately, the wait3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of October; distant lights foretell
A gush of wind, a magnolia laden threshold.
much sought after
Dreams Of Unfortold VisionsHere I sit;Dreams Of Unfortold Visions3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Waking up from a dreadful nightmare.
Dripping in my cold sweat.
Am I tripping over my own visions?
Stained with sin.
I can hear the rain knocking on the window.
There are dreams of unfortold visions.
It was the children who played together.
Seeing me alone.
I am feeling rather warm inside.
Some visions are fobidden.
I already saw her again.
The woman who gave life to me.
I can see the light.
Is this wishing...
..A brand new vision in my soul?
It was all a fairy tale...
..Until she kissed me hungerly.
Were there tears?
I once saw a new fear.
There I stood in the laws of nature.
Fall is sure a short season.
Nightmares gave me new reasons...
..To please myself in the mirror.
Society is unable to read my thoughts.
Deep into my own world again.
The ocean is a cold world.
Down in the deep.
Breath in the air that life has to offer.
Am I free again?
There are dreams of unfortold visions.
the chasethe waves chased usthe chase8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we ran
squealing when the icy Atlantic caught up to our toes
the sea-foam lingered
and she watched it
touching what she called the ocean’s bubble bath
the sand stuck to our feet
and we smiled at each other
racing back toward the water in a chase of our own
Algo sobre mi...Algo sobre mí...Algo sobre mi...3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cae la luz, se esconde la flor,
el espejo celestial se muestra,
reflejos de una fantasía sin fin,
el cosmos escribe en la piel y en mis ojos...
Eternidad, rosas y amarantos,
baile y lluvia de estrellas,
tonos bajos, orquestas y sinfonías,
aura, aliento de la fuerza astral.
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
a touch of lovehis fingers explorea touch of love5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
heart beating in a rush rush
nerve endings gone wild
every time he touches me
It's very complicated!It's very complicated!8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He: Hey there! (Hope she ain't taken!)
She: Hello! (OMG! What now?!)
He: How ya doin'? (What's with me? God!)
She: Good! (Better without you!)
He: How's life? (God no! Not these kinda questions again!)
She: Great! (WRECKED!!Duh!)
He: Still single? (Who's gonna take her anyway? sheesh!)
She: Kinda! (You have no chance dear!)
Dark TidesShe left as quickly as she came,Dark Tides4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scarring the young girl’s face,
Leaving her to in turn fight; and maim.
She was the reflection,
The ideas turned into reality.
She was something forgotten,
Until she could take it no more.
The Monster came back,
Riding on the girl’s fears.
Bathing in her tears.
And then it leered in her face,
That twisted face,
And it told her it’s price.
For a soul.
But the girl was strong,
And she held up a finger,
And said “No.”
Prologue: The Cabin in the Woods65 years agoPrologue: The Cabin in the Woods11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On a moonless night many years ago, Ruben leaned against a tree, struggling to breathe. The man could hear them coming, rampaging through the woods in their quest to find him.
Damn they’re fast, he thought, not daring to speak. His flowing blood was already enough of a betrayal; he couldn’t afford a single sound.
The Apprentice ducked his head as the fanged creatures whirled by, their draft tugging leaves and rocks into the air. After a brief pause the man took off running again. Within a single minute they could travel over a mile, but even at the distance they might be able to hear his footsteps.
Come on, Jack, I found the safe house… You better be here.
Before him was an abandoned cabin, the front door shut tight. It was inconspicuous and unknown to most of the townspeople. That meant that no one would accidentally stumble into danger.
It also meant that his body may never be found.
Ruben slammed through the front door easily enough, h
RainDay 22Rain7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Relentlessly, I see
Raindrops falling on the canopy,
Raging peacefully against
Ringing out in the night-
Refined harmonies and a
MeltingA single snowflakeMelting2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lands upon my lower lip
Melting my cold heart
TrappedsheTrapped7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
her blue eyes
only to see
how others are all free
she is trapped inside herself
tries, but unable to be freed
she is stuck, she cannot get away
instead she stays unwilling to escape
DesperadoIn 1996, Deep Blue beat Kasparov, The Unabomber was arrested, and I was preparing to graduate high school and go on to Texas A&M when I received a phone call at three in the afternoon as my school was letting out. In the school office, my father told me what, at the time, was the worst news I had received in my young life: Jerry Carson had died.Desperado2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jerry Carson was my oldest friend. To this day, I have no idea where he and my father met, only that they did and that one of my earliest memories was of Jerry Carson and myself watching some old Western movie on the couch on the fuzzy old TV in 1981. He'd drift in and out of my memories for the next decade, always reappearing eventually until that day in early May of 1996, when I found myself standing over his simple coffin at a funeral attended by all of sixteen people: me, my father, my girlfriend, two bartenders, the pastor, seven other positively ancient men, and a three-man detachment from the Red River Army Depot there for the salute.
Mephilver - Not Alone Anymore Part 1Silver's P.O.V.Mephilver - Not Alone Anymore Part 11 month ago in Romance More Like This
It had already been three months when we defeated Iblis and Mephiles. No one really knows what happened to them after the fight, but they apparently disappeared and were destroyed. Once and for all. When a fight was over, everyone cheered for us because we had just saved the lives of all. Even my future began to look brighter. Although I lost my best friend.. Blaze... I've never felt so alone. That feeling only grew bigger, when I noticed that all forsook me very soon after the events. It felt like Sonic and Shadow were the only heroes. Their friends forgot about me pretty quickly. Even Amy, who had so eagerly wanted to help me and get to know me. She was too busy to run after Sonic, I think. I was not jealous or anything. I just.. I wanted to make new friends and I wanted to have someone who's with I could just talk and hang out. Sonic did drop by asking about how I was, but soon he was too busy, thanks to Eggman and his new plots. So I was alone...
My future was thus