SpeechlessHow the hell can I make
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 Abeyance2 years 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
You Are BeautifulYou Are BeautifulYou Are Beautiful1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
To the girl who cuts herself to bleed away the pain,
To the girl who starves herself because she isn’t “skinny enough”.
To the boy who takes drugs to “fit in” with the jock,
To the boy who is bullied for reading his books, rather than play boy magazines,
To the girl who believes she must strip down to nothing to get the love and compassion she yearns for.
To the man who feels like a failure for the lack of money he holds,
To the women who feels out of style for not having the newest trends,
To the teens sniffing drugs because it makes them a part of the “in crowd”,
To the teens who sits alone, because they have no crowd.
To the boy holding the pills in his hand to end his life,
To the girl with the fabric belt around her neck, feeling like she is worthless,
To the man who looks at his life in shame,
To the woman who looks at her life in despair,
To the one who is persecuted for their beliefs,
To the one who is persecuted for t
Don't Scream It's late. You're tired from a long day and decide to sleep; rest your mind. You change into something comfortable and slip into your bed. Of course, you don't check under the bed or in your closet. Monsters aren't real; they haven't been since you were younger.Don't Scream2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your eyes begin to close, slowly but surely, as you drift to sleep. Every internal guard you may have built around your mind is retracting; everything you want kept out is silently creeping in as well as anything you want kept in is gradually oozing out. Your wonders, fears, hopes, despairs, displayed. You're vulnerable. Subconsciously realizing this, you wrap yourself in the blanket, hoping for some kind of protection. It won't help though.
Your breathing continues at a steady pace, slightly faster than your breathing when awake. You shift in preparation of the long hours ahead. Silence.
Your mind, still slightly aware, registers the light tapping at the window as a branch blown by the wind. The qui
FrostHe looked timidly down the street. It was, like the ten previous times he’d checked, empty. Devoid of any and all human life.Frost1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
But not empty, no. There were the bodies remaining still. No one had come to clean them up- or more likely, those who came had perished too, contributing generously to the rising pile.
He kept walking, stepping over silent faces, over mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters. Over all the faces of the innocents smited in the greens and yellows of life.
The City had died, that much was visible from a glance. Bodies were strewn over streets, park benches, in libraries and coffee shops, in cars and buses and skyscrapers and apartments. But the decay hadn’t set in yet, oh no. The butchery had ended, but the processing hadn’t yet begun. The ungodly stench was only just starting to leak out into the crisp air.
And the frost was everywhere. The white frost, they had called it. The frost that didn’t melt. Come from the sky to punish you, free
Save MeI am lost deep withinSave Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cannot find my way out
Silently crying in despair
I can hear only echoes
Of my unheard pleads
My voice is slowly fading
This sore throat failing me
Eyes cannot see through
Where did the light go
I feel my blood pouring
Running down my body
As I tremble weakly
Pain is holding me awake
They left me all alone
Trapped me down here
In the bitter cold
Freezing ice under me
Making me numb
Save me with your love
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 Team2 years 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
BlindImagine your life, like a light,Blind1 year 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 Layton2 years 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.
Don't Mourn For MeShe was in my bed, where she had been for the past few days. Despite pleas from everyone, she refused to go anywhere else.Don't Mourn For Me1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watched her sob her heart away and I almost wished I hadn’t done it. Seeing her there with so much anguish carved into her lovely face, it almost made me regret my choice, almost.
In the end, it had been worth it. The pain and the sorrow were all gone.
“Stop mourning for me,” I begged as I sat beside her, bed remaining the same under my transcendental body. She had to let go and move on.
She sobbed violently and pressed my pillow into her face, no doubt trying to breath in what little of my scent remained.
“It hurts too much,” she said through choked breaths. “Sometimes it feels like you’re still here,” she quietly added as her sobs began to subside. It seemed like that thought brought her comfort.
“I know sweetie but you have to move on,” I told her in a gentle voice. “It’s not your f
The Talisman"Take this talisman, darling," Mum said, placing a clear stone in my open hand. I felt like an eight year old receiving her weekly pocket money.The Talisman1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mum..." I sighed. Her superstition wore me out sometimes.
"It's a talisman of protection! I'm trusting you with it, now you're sixteen."
"Well, your spells didn't work before. I still got bullied."
"But you never had your hair pulled again, did you?" Mum said with a patronising I-told-you-so tone. She smiled gently and stroked her thumb against my face. "I'm so proud of you, Kate. You didn't have to go to Sixth Form, but you are. I know school's better now-"
"They still think I'm weird," I said flatly, cutting her short.
"Who cares what they think? You got Fyn now anyway."
Yes, Fyn, I thought sourly. My only real friend who still teased me about my batshit crazy mother.
"I don't need the talisman. Everyone leaves me alone now," I said.
"Please wear it, sweetheart. Just under your clothes? I worry about you. So many
To My RapistYou killed yourself the other dayTo My Rapist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because you were finally going to jail
for what you did to me
and countless other kids
and let me tell you
how livid that makes me.
I hate the fact that you stole
my virginity from me.
I hate that you’re not getting what
I hate that you took
the coward’s way out.
But most of all
that I didn’t get the chance
to forgive you
and for that
NightmareI had a dream last night.Nightmare2 years 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.
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 shot2 years 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
Undo myselfI cut my hair.Undo myself1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the only way I knew how to physically rid myself of him.
I cut the strands that he had pulled his fingers through. I cut the soft locks that he had spent hours helping me sort out. I cut the hair that he had so persistently encouraged me to grow longer.
The first few days were the hardest.
It was empty. I didn't know what to do with my hands, now that I didn't have something to constantly tug at. My neck was constantly cold from the sudden exposure. And I was naked. I didn't have anything to hide behind. It was just me and my raw lonesomeness against the world.
Then the first few weeks had been the hardest.
I had spent years constantly altering myself to please another. I had forgotten how to be myself. It had taken time, considerably longer than just a few weeks, to unravel myself. To figure out which parts of me was my own and which were his. Cutting my hair had been the first step on that journey.
I had spent, as long as I can remember actually, trying to be ob
Number One Apprentice - Randall AscotLuke sat on one of the many benches that littered the museum, watching his own feet as he swished them back and forth in a vague attempt to keep himself amused. Sadly, nothing could detract from the fact that he was very bored right now.Number One Apprentice - Randall Ascot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't that he had to come to these talks very often, as usually his dad would leave him at home, but sometimes his mum would be away and there'd be no one to look after him, so he'd have to come. Which is what had happened today.
He didn't understand why his dad was still so obsessed with listening to famous archaeologists blather on about what new facts they'd discovered after looking at some fossil that someone else had dug up a decade or more ago. Clark was the mayor of a town now, not an archaeologist. But apparently he'd been one of the best students in his year when he was at college and still wanted to show a keen interest.
This was an interest that Luke did not share. Having been to this museum so many times that he practically knew every e
Do You Know Who I Am?Do you knowDo You Know Who I Am?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who I am?
I am Fear,
I am Hate,
I am Lust,
I am Rage.
Let me inside your head.
Let my voice,
Fill you up.
Fill your stomach,
Fill your heart,
Fill your lungs,
Fill your head.
Let me be all that you taste,
All that you hear,
All that you smell,
All that you feel.
Do you know who I am?
I am Addiction,
I am Temptation,
I am vile,
I am Sin.
You can't keep me out.
I am already
Inside your head.
A Wolf at War: Chapter 1A Wolf at WarA Wolf at War: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: The World as We Knew It
"They are getting close, wait until the tank is next to the car." I whispered to Jacek who was lying next to me as he twisted the last few wires together, priming the final fuse. From our second floor position we had a commanding position over the street below, gripping my rifle I readied myself for the fight to come. A block away, a small squad of two dozen German troops headed by a Panther tank cautiously made their way towards our position which was at the far end of a T shaped intersection. Those fascist bastards were oblivious of the trap which has been set for them. The rumbling of the German tank was growing ever louder as they drew ever closer, less than thirty meters from the car now. Jacek gripped the detenator anxiously, thick beads of sweat running down his gaunt, unshaven face. I reached over to him and placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Wait for
Don't Judge People Easily"Hey you!" I called out to the popular girlDon't Judge People Easily2 years 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
I adopted your scars onto my bodyYou came to me in the midnight of your lifeI adopted your scars onto my body1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
While I was in the twilight of mine
I was barely breathing
But you were suffocating
And so I breathed my air into your lungs
Leaving myself to be the one gasping instead
Perhaps it was the angst of your soul that drew me in
Or the beauty of the pain in your nature
The selfish selflessness that left me in such wonder that I could ignore the pain i felt
I adopted your scars onto my raw flesh
So that you could again walk among the living
While I laid in happy agony in the grave you abandoned
You promised to return so that we could change places one day...
The Siren's SongThree Angels marooned on an islandThe Siren's Song1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feathers clipped, all flight grounded.
Lonely and longing they sing
A mournful song
To the ship on the sea.
The men entranced by the beauty
Of the song of the sirens
They steer the ship to the island.
Lonely and longing they follow
To the reef by the beach.
The sirens they sang
With all their might
To the men longing.
The beauty of their faces
Was too much to bear.
The ship caught the reef
And sunk to the bottom of the sea.
The sirens sang, the men swam to the shore
Only to be devoured, cast away on the bone littered beach.
The anger overwhelmed me.
The horror of the three Angels,
And their mournful song.
To lure men to their deaths
By their beauty.
So I went to the island
The wrath of the sea behind me,
And when they sang to me.
I felt nothing,
And I was determined to defeat them.
One sister, young in life
Smiled at me,
And my heart melted.
She sang her song of longing,
And danced the dance of life.
The other sisters jealous in rage
Tried to take me
Loser“Loser”Loser2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You walk down the halls
Your head held up high
Today will be different
This time you won’t cry
You won’t hide in the stalls
Wait for the enemy to disappear
You’ll stand your ground
You won’t show any fear
You aren’t that different
No weirdo, geek, or nerd
You are quirky and unique
You don’t follow a herd
You march out to the battlefield
They’ll finally know your name
In this war called ‘school’
But you’re not in it for the fame.
The bell will soon be ringing
The count starts before the match
You’ve made it to your locker
As your pride begins to hatch
Yet you hear them coming closer
The cruel words from glossy lips
Finding it so hysterical
They don’t know how deep it rips
You look into your mirror
As reality soon sets in
You hair is in your eyes
All the doubts are seeping in
Today you couldn’t do it
Why did you bother waking up?
You down what’s left of your coffee
Your always half-emp
ROTG Shift Contest: Remember Me!"W-what is this?!" A scream was heard ringing out through the woodland area of a still developing young country.ROTG Shift Contest: Remember Me!1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Zooming into a certain area, a young boy wearing nothing of the royal sort of clothing which he seemed to detest, instead looking as if he had thrown some pieces of cloth and sewn them together before calling them an "attire". The young boy (if you could call someone who looked in his late teens young) burst from a bush with a frightened look planted on his face as he took off running in a seemingly random direction. It became apparent as to why he was running when howls pierced the night's spell of silence and they pursued the hapless boy.
The raven haired boy continued to run, stumbling on his two feet like a newborn calf. At one point he fell, tripping on a root. He looked back and tears welled up as the sound of crunching leaves behind him. His head snapped around as he heard gunshots ring throughout the forest. The boy snapped his head back to the ground and ducke
Jack FrostIt's coldJack Frost1 year 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
The Soul's WindowHer face looked sad as she stared distantly at the pavement, her eyes empty of all thought and emotion.The Soul's Window2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could see why – her future must have looked as dim to her as it did to me.
She was slumped over her lap, hands resting limply on her legs. I watched her sigh deeply and wished there was something I could say that would help her.
But as I dared to glance at her reflection in the window behind her, her future caught my eye and I knew that she was too far gone.
The glass swirled and suddenly she was standing, her eyes closed and the wind sweeping through her short-cropped hair. She looked almost exactly as she did now, only there was a strange peace written on her pallid features. My stomach did a turn as I realized she was standing on the edge of a tall building.
Her reflection took a step forward and I ripped my gaze away, feeling suddenly sick.
The real her straightened and looked at me hollowly and I hurried away, tears pricking my eyes.
I’d been like this ever since I