Adventures of the Late Night CrewFor streets around the music and roaring laughter could be heard pulsing rhythmically from the Late Night, the city of Victubia’s premier bat and centre for entertainment, ‘The Bar That Never Sleeps’ it had been nicknamed by the locals. Late Night certainly lived up to its namesake, no matter what time, day or night, someone was bound to be found roaming the floors of the Late Night club.Adventures of the Late Night Crew2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even now with dawn but a few fleeting hours away the building still blared with the sound of life. The inside of the club was well furnished and tidy. Varnished wood panels skirted the pale pink walls and the soft wine coloured carpet gave way to a polished wooden dance floor.
At the end of the dance floor, pressed up against the wall was a raised circle platform draped by thick red curtains where performers from all around Victubia and lands beyond would come to perform and entertain the land. At the moment the pair upon the dais were not your usual performers. Lady Gabbi, Victubia&
WastelandI use to put humor in my poetry,Wasteland9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But every drop of funny has since dried up,
Now, this place is a wasteland of memories
Where I dump senseless thoughts to rot.
Some nights, I hear them screaming,
At which case it’s easy to cover it up
Behind the sounds of sirens and razor-blades.
You set me on fire, then drowned me. I had wings.You set me on fire, then drowned me. 8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They were strong,
Then the golden halo of flame wrapped itself around me,
enveloping my body,
and crushing my soul.
After it destroyed me,
the searing fire touched my wings,
and turn them into ash..
I have lungs.
Supplying me with oxygen,
and dispelling the carbon dioxide.
As every set of good lungs do.
Then you pushed me into the cold waters,
tendrils of freezing water cutting into my skin,
and killing those lungs.
I sucked it all in,
the water destroying my organs,
bursting everything within me,
and causing a panic that didn't help me at all.
You set me ablaze,
and then you suffocated me.
You destroyed my wings,
and ruined my lungs.
The two main factors in my life,
and the only ones that I was hoping to hold onto forever.
But you know what they say..No.
I don't care what they say,
your memory shall always live on within me,
and so with that,
I will never let you go,
and I hope you won't let me go..
Rocks pelting my chest.I am nothing.Rocks pelting my chest.8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stared at for the new face,
and for my unique personality.
Its as though I am being pelted with rocks,
and most of all,
Though what hurts the most is that the one person who could lift a boulder,
decided to pick up someone elses,
And they threw it at me..
Butterflies.Little butterfly near the window...Butterflies.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a jar of cold glass...
Filled with nothing but your breath...
Only noise you hear is the patter of your wings...
All you see is the life outside through your pane...
I simply stand and watch you cry...
Watch in sadness as all others see you in awe...
Do they not see?
That you wish to be free?
Don't they hear?
Your cries of release?
Do they not feel?
Your dying warmth of your small body?
Gazing around at those people...
That don't seem to care...
I play with my fingers in worry as I keep my gaze at you...
I go up to you and hold your barrier...
My hands sticking to its glued pressure...
I can get you out, I stutter...
I can get you free...
As if I knew, I saw the smile behind your dew drop tears...
I pull and twist at the golden forced lid...
Held down by its greed...
My body was weak and crippled but I didn't give in...
I used all my strength to save you...
Falling back, the jar dropped from my hands as the lid finally pulled away...
Though I was
Run AwayRunning...Run Away1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trapped in the box of unbreakable glass...
An endless corridor, all that envisions are sights of your life...
Run, little child, run...
Run away from them bullies...
Run away from your parents abuse...
Run away from your boogie man...
Stuck in that room, filled with your toys...
All that surrounds is the foul stench of your sins and ways...
Run, you stupid teen, run!
Run away from your pressure!
Run away from your sexual teasing!
Run away from your suicidal thoughts...
Consumed by smog and filthy greed...
The hypnotism of money and war, clouding our minds...
What the hell are you doing!? Goddamn run!
Run away from the sins of Hell!
Run away from the cries of despair!
Run away, run away!
A lonely zone, only a reflection...
Gaze in the mirror, watching yourself and your evil side...
Run away from the tear you see!
Run away from the shadow you fear!
Run away from yourself!
Will you ever
40 Ways to Annoy Light -DN1. Constantly ask him if he's Kira.40 Ways to Annoy Light -DN4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. Whenever he's writing something (even if it's not on a DN) start screaming that he's about to kill someone.
3. If he asks you to remind him when the news is on, forget to tell him.
4. If he asks you what your name is, run and scream, "YOU'LL NEVER GET MY NAME KIRA!!! NEVER!!"
5. If he keeps asking for your name, tell him a fake one.
6. When you know he knows it's fake, admit it and give him another fake name.
7. After he says something moral or kind, point and yell "LIAR!!!"
8. Tell him you know L's name, when he asks what it is say the first random name that starts with L in your head (NOT L's real name)
9. Joke around with his name (last and first) Like, Yagami = I'm-a-Gay
10. If there's a situation where the lights need to be turned off, wait until L or someone says "Kill the lights" and then instead of turning off the lights stab Light and say you got them all
11. Now when the lights need to be back on, and someone says "Get the lights", ta
Five Nights at Freddy'sFive nights for six hours to survive in pursuit.Five Nights at Freddy's5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If caught, you'll be stuffed in a Freddy Fazbear suit.
Go from camera to camera and check the doors fast.
Let's see just how long this night guard will last.
Take heed of the warnings the last guard will send.
If only you knew his life had already come to an end.
Bonnie will stop by and try to say hi,
But don't let him catch you or you won't stay alive.
Chica will stop by with her request of "Let's Eat,"
But if you are wise, you will stay in your seat.
Keep your eye on Foxy for Pirate's Cove loves attention.
If he catches you, you'll be put in a permanent detention.
Freddy Fazbear, the leader, is a sneaky soul
Who'll sneak into your office and make your life foul.
Are they living or dead? No one is quite sure.
All we can tell is these beings aren't pure.
Just keep your eyes open and beware of the power
Or you might just encounter your final hour.
In Awe!In Awe!8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watched your apartment
with my magnetic blue eyes.
Holding red roses
in my strong arms.
Gravity anchored me
as my heartbeat
communicated with yours,
with every step,
that I took-
toward your door.
I'm from Krypton, yes
without an -S- on my chest.
I'm dressed with a ...
long cape that I've hung up
on your coat rack.
I've sensed, that, you possess,
more curiosity than
that Lois Lane from Smallville,
an that you're a spitting image
of the beautiful Karen Allen.
I see that you're in awe
and full of wonderment,
by the look on your face
and your smile, smirking.
I've come in peace to your abode,
as known, bearing dozens of roses,
to ask of you a secret,
which is if you love?
I've slithered through
your world's wars
coming, smiling through
those nuclear storms,
to ask you, Janire, even
in the sight of superman,
will you be my Lois Lane,
on your side, of this, planet?
Hidden Feelings... [PewdieCry Story] Chapter 3Hidden Feelings... [PewdieCry Story] Chapter 32 years ago in Drama More Like This
While the hot water was raining down on me, I just got lost in my thoughts. 'I just kissed Cry?! We slept in the same bed and I...', I looked down on myself, 'Well... I kinda had a little problem back there in bed. But why? I didn't think about Marzia since I stepped out of her house. It was just like my thoughts about her were stuck in her parents' house and when I went out and closed the door behind me, the thoughts of her simply stopped. So I don't think I've mixed anything up. I am pretty sure... but then why did I kiss Cry on the cheek? I'm really not gay. At least I think that. I wasn't attracted to any men my whole life but now... I don't know what I should feel. Cry's just... so adorable. Especially when he's sleeping.' "Okay now calm down Felix! You are not going to make a scene. Just stay calm and well... rethink the situation.", I said to myself.
When I rethought everything I came to the conclusion that I should ask Ryan about it but not now. Maybe later to
Introvert.No.Introvert.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not angry.
I am not sad.
Nothing happened at school.
Or at home.
It's not attitude.
Nor is it a phase.
I just can't deal with talking to you right now, alright?
Or anybody for that matter.
It is going to annoy me.
I will get mad.
And it will be attitude.
If you keep asking me whats wrong.
When I quickly answer I'm fine.
Up in a tree.
Hidden in my closet.
Behind the couch.
Lying on my bed.
Under a bush.
With no one around to ask questions.
I can think.
I can day dream.
I can just lay there.
Be amazed by the smallest things.
Or nothing at all.
It's not so strange I don't want to talk.
Constantly about useless nothings.
I am content.
When I am able to just exist.
Without wasting time and words.
You'd be amazed.
At how much more you understand.
What becomes clear.
If you were quiet.
Noticed more about others.
Discovered things about yourself.
Just sat the
I Like PieI Like Pie.I Like Pie11 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I Like Pie.
I Like Pie
And panda bears.
I Like Pie.
I Like Pie.
I Like Pie
And no one cares.
Hidden Feelings... [PewdieCry Story] Chapter 7Hidden Feelings... [PewdieCry Story] Chapter 72 years ago in Drama More Like This
Still lying there on the ground I couldn't think straight. I felt pain on my face and something warm was running down my forehead. My body was aching all over but it wasn't that painful. Pictures of the last few seconds were raising through my mind. Knives. Some men. Pointing at me and... Felix.
I immediately sat up. I looked around and saw him. He was lying a few steps away from me and was curled up. I crawled to him and managed: "F-Felix... W-What? W-Why? You okay?" He slowly turned his head to me and smiled a little. He had to cough and spit out some blood. Then he said: "S-Sure..." He rolled on his back and I saw the knife. It was stuck in his chest. His t-shirt around the knife was drenched in blood. I just stared at the knife and thought: 'This can't be real. No. This isn't happening. Felix was not stabbed and is now lying here beside me. No! Please let this be a dream.' After a few seconds I pulled my mind together. I put out my phone and quickly called 911. I bri
Good Friday'For God so loved the worldGood Friday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that HE gave his one and only SON,
that whoever believes in HIM
shall NOT perish but have
ETERNAL LIFE' - John 3:16
Even though it was written and predicted,
It still hurts to listen and think about it
when we finally gave Him the death sentence.
He humbled himself and washed the disciples' feet.
He broke his body, the bread,
and shed his blood, the wine,
On that supper table....
One of his own betrayed him....
He had been given trial,
But the crowd refused to believe in his holiness,
sentencing him, instead of a true murderer, to crucifixion.
He was tortured and beaten
Far more than what he deserves.
He was then made to carry his own cross,
having a passerby forced to carry it with him.
Clear InsanityI've lost my mind,Clear Insanity1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But you're the one being tricked,
You let your mind deceive you,
Yet I'm the lunatic.
What you see is an illusion,
It's just a disguise,
The voices have shown me,
What escapes the eye.
While blood drips from my wrist,
I spell out my name,
Is that name really mine?
Are my reflection and I the same?
I know now that,
I am not human, merely,
Now that I'm insane,
I can finally think clearly.
I Better Start PackingI Better Start Packing4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sunlight filters down through the smoggy city air, struggling through the thick, dirty atmosphere. A tall red-head leans against his wrought-iron balcony railing. Cars crawl past, beneath him, winding along the ribbon of hot asphalt, thier horns and other urban noises creating a faint symphony of the city. Aways down the street, a car-alarm goes off causing a dog to start barking. The man just exhales a noseful of smoke and takes another drag on his cigarette; Matt has long since grown used to the hustle and bustle of his life. Behind him, a yapping starts up as his blond labrador Mells demands dinner, deep, throaty 'woof's accompanying a cold, wet nose jab into his denim-clad knee. With a sigh, Matt turns, remembering to put out his cigarette, and pours Mells a bowl of 'Purina' dog chow. As the giant lab begins scarfing down his supper, Matt wanders through the small apartment he lives in, tidying up random odds-and-ends. Some time later, the male plops d
StargazingThe stars are watching me tonightStargazing5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as I am gazing at them too,
and imagine what it feels right
beside the one I love; It's you.
I picture you as one of them,
illuminating from afar.
I'll gaze at you, like precious gem,
and dream that we will be at par.
I know.I see those moments that we were happy.I know.5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forever encaptured by that oaken framed glass.
Those memories shall forever be locked away in my golden vault.
But I think the issue is that we won't have them anymore.
Our tea scented home would never be crowded with our aroma.
Our burning fireplace won't be relit.
Those chairs outside would never again be used.
We both have a different road.
One that has million of paths, and thousands of passages.
But something is odd.
Even though I know this..
I still hope and crave for a day where I can hold onto you.
I mourn and lament for that one moment where our hands would brush..
But our lives are different.
And I am letting go.
Messages to the starsShe sends balloons up into the sky,Messages to the stars7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching them as they float,
Up and up,
Wondering where they will fly.
Hoping that one day,
They d reach him.
The one that disappeared,
And she has been longing to see for years.
But she knows that could never happen.
And she screams at the night,
Trying to see past the stars,
Wondering where her dead friends are.
The sky holds no answers for her.
And so she sends more balloons,
Of words she never said.
Wondering if the dead,
Watch down upon her.
And if they can hear her cries,
And how she d like to die.
Just to be by her lover's side.
More balloons float,
In the air.
To who knows where.
And she sits and waits.
Hoping one day,
She ll get an answer,
From the stars.
Secret."Do you want to know the secret to life?"Secret.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he taps his finger on his cigarette to drop the ash. He looks into your eyes as thick smoke escapes his parted mouth.
you glance down at the table. His stare is piercing.
"Embrace the possibility that you're not even here, that this is all a dream."
You keep your eye on him as he leans in closer…
"Now release the presumption that it is your dream."
He gets up and walks away. You stay seated watching the smoke rise from the still lit cigarette in the ashtray.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Reality check.Why fantasy?Reality check.9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Cuz reality is prickly!
The ShooterThe ShooterThe Shooter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound of a single gunshot shattered the silence of a cold December night.
My eyes shot open. I ran out of my bed. I looked at my clock. I saw that it was three in the morning. I ran out of my bedroom. I dashed down the stairs and opened the front door only pausing to put my jacket on. I looked around to see if I could find the person who fired the gun. I saw a woman running across the street away from a man who was lying on the ground. I dashed towards the man, the snow rapidly cooling my feet.
When I got to the man I saw that he was bleeding heavily. The man was our neighbor from across the street; Mr. Joel. He had always been nice to me.
It was lucky that I had left my cell phone in my jacket pocket. I quickly dialed 911. I told the woman who answered everything she needed to know and hung up. Mr. Joel gasped and took my arm. He managed to say to me “Lisa, run after the shooter!”
I waited with Mr. Joel until I heard the faint sound of an ambulance i
Starless eyesI see no light,Starless eyes6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden behind your eyes.
The ones that would keep the darkness away at night.
I see no stars,
Just constant negotiations,
Between both sides of your mind,
Trying to define,
Who you are on the inside.
There are no more stars,
There is only dark.
And I begin to worry,
Who you are.
Where you went.
Because this is not you my friend.
It's some mindless zombie,
Who walks beside me.
Who's desperately trying,
To conjure up ways of dying.
I miss those star dust eyes.
I miss the secrets,
That they kept.
I miss the stories that they told.
The ones that never got old.
The way they sparkled,
Just like the actual night sky.
And I wonder why,
Anyone would ever try,
To extinguish you.
But now your light is dying.
You've accepted it and lost your interest in fighting.
Your heart is exploding,
Like the sun.
And your fragments of star dust.
Are all around me.
And I can see what you've done.
What you've been running from,
Who you became,
And why you never were the same.