Play My Song, part onePlay My Song, part one5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: Play My Song
Genre: Angst, character death (non-canon), fallen!Castiel
Warnings: discussion of life threatening diseases, some unpleasant descriptions, swearing, possibly ideologically sensitive.
Summary: Two years after the world doesn't end, Dean and Castiel's life strikes tragedy once again. The ex-angel falls victim to a life threatening disease, and Dean must come to terms that a guardian angel can't always be there for you.
A/N: "To Where You Are" belongs to Josh Groban, Castiel and Dean belong to Kripke, and my own twisted story comes from me. Who'da thunk?? Anyway, this is a drama, a very sad drama. Please don't kill me for this, and if you cry, please forgive me. COMMENTS ARE LOVE!!!
"Mr. Winchester "
"Yeah Doc? How is he holding up?"
"We have him resting as of right now, Dean, but there is something I need to discuss with you "
"Dean, we did a full analysis of his condition, and
Face PawCalibri had always been a very shy little girl, and it made me worry about her. She never spoke much in the house, never interacted much with the neighbors' kids, and later on I was even told by some teachers that she rarely ever participated in class. "It's not that she doesn't know the answer," would always be how they start. "It's just that she seems so shy." Even with that silence, though, she managed to have one good friend named Bethany who was the exact opposite of her. Loud, charming, and social, she tried almost as hard as I did to get Calibri to talk to people without much success. Most of my friends had blamed it on the divorce, but I wasn't left totally convinced. After all, she seemed this quiet even while her mother and I were still on good terms. When I asked her about it she told me she just didn't like people, which for me as her father was not a very comforting thing to hear.Face Paw3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So you can imagine my excitement one Friday afternoon when Bethany had rushed over
Spring and the Mysterious Case of New LeavesThose dizzying moments before the dawnSpring and the Mysterious Case of New Leaves1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I stretch and sigh; I dream of you.
I vow to forget, lock my heart up in my sleep
I turn over a new leaf, I turn over -
and here you are again!
Your hands in my hair, your nose at my temple -
and when you exhale my name
and my poor heart cringes under the strain of love,
I turn over, turn over a new leaf, and dream of you.
Flippin' LoveAgony is trying to decide. Perhaps flipping a coin would work.Flippin' Love1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Heads is yes and tails is no.
But what question to ask? Do I ask, "Should I stay?" Or do I ask, "Should I go?"
Drat! Am I asking the wrong question all together?
Maybe I should ask, "Can he ever love me?" Or should the question be, "Do I love him enough to wait and see?"
Actually, that last one I know. Yes, I do or I wouldn't be agonizing over these damn questions. Won't waste a flip on that one.
I swear the face on this quarter is mocking me. He smirks like he knows the answer and just won't share. If he could see the consternation in my expression maybe it would wipe that look right off his smug little face.
Forget it! Chocolate solves everything. Take this smug little fellow to the vending machine with a few of his little buddies. I'll show him what I think of his lack of assistance!
Now, do I want A3 or B4? Dammit!
The Source of Fear-Chapter 2***The Source of Fear-Chapter 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
With half-closed eyes and her head low, she put her hands in her pockets and started back in the direction she came from. I tried getting her attention by purposely disturbing a few leaves. She was supposed to investigate the noise so I could get on with my routine. Instead she ignores my ploy and walks away.
How dare she? As the girl continued, avoiding stepping on the many scattered leaves, I wonder if I should simply cut her off and end this now. She would deserve it after being, in a sense, rude. However, the manner in which she walked showed she wasn’t in the mood right now. Hmph. Very well. I will simply watch and wait for now. Should she return I will deal her then, but this looks to be a bad time.
She seems to have enough on her mind already.
“Rowan! Where the hell have you been?”
“Sorry, Ms. Glenn,” I say as I step through the doors of the
MyselfI hate myself, and everything about me.Myself3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I loath myself, and what it is I see,
When I look in the mirror.
I feel like screaming, you're worthless and inferior!
I'm not pretty, I'm not beautiful.
May lightning strike me, death would be merciful.
You stupid, worthless piece of trash.
They're all right, you're shallow, it's all just an act.
I hate myself.
I wish I was someone else.
I hate my body so much it makes me sick.
The knives of self rejection cut to the quick.
I hate myself, wish I could fade away.
I want to be obliterated, and escape the pain.
You stupid, clumsy piece of dirt.
You deserve every time you get hurt.
You deserve to be broken down and trodden into the sharp rocks.
You ought to be beaten, you deserve every taunt.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.
You deserved what he did.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.
You deserve this.
Eradication, I desire nothing else.
The Galaxy Sings in B FlatThe galaxy sings in B flat.The Galaxy Sings in B Flat5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Fifty-seven octaves below middle C, hundreds of thousands of tiny stars with little worlds trailing atmospheres in elliptical orbits. Double-star systems, triple-star, more; planets, civilisations, dark matter, tangible matter, all circling, swarming, humming together in one enormous note, not bumping together but carrying a wave from the centre of their island universe, expanding out into space
Sound cannot exist in a vacuum. This is a widely known fact. And space is a vacuum, sure. But only when you look at it from here, from our tiny little world. Close your eyes, zoom out, and look at the celestial spheres from their view; and space isn't so thin after all. Close your eyes, zoom in, and even our dense atmosphere is just atoms in a vacuum of their own. Sound as we know it, sure, that doesn't exist outside our little stardust orb. It's too small, too fragil
Off TopicIt takes twelve minutesOff Topic3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to assemble sixteen desks
in a perfect circle.
Or as perfect as I can get it.
Then it takes another hour
for the first stragglers to wander in, seating themselves.
The professor always arrives seven
minutes before class begins.
He sits on the left side
while discourse flows easily among
the discordant voices.
The exchange rate on ideas
is ten seconds of silence for a halting opinion,
unsure of itself,
but backed up with a quoted passage
from page one twenty-three, read aloud then cut off -
contradicted by a second opinion.
The first voice breathes easy;
the spotlight eyes are elsewhere.
In the midst of interrupt,
the professor bends one knee
up to his chair, fixing
the loose knot of an old pair of loafers.
He ties a new knot without looking,
caught up in the dialogue
of his charges and finishes tightening
the strings as he raises his voice,
steering the dialouge back
to the topic at hand.
My worn pair of red
and white double-knotted Sketch
The Source of Fear (Slenderman Fanfic) - Chapter 1Newly fallen leaves lay on the muddy ground. There was no wind to disturb them, so they stayed dormant for the time being. The sodden bark of the trees peeled slightly from yesterday’s rain, revealing the shiny light-colored wood beneath. A light mist hung in the air while the warm, smoky scent of a distant fireplace tainted it. And the cold of early autumn kept the birds and other wildlife tucked in their nests, quiet and calm. Everything seemed so peaceful. But…I know…the world is still a cruel place.The Source of Fear (Slenderman Fanfic) - Chapter 11 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
On account of the events that took place earlier this year, about mid spring, I now live in a big house, alone at seventeen. I shouldn’t have needed to worry about living on my own for another full year, but that decision was stolen from me by the man I used to call ‘Dad’. He didn’t kick me out, oh no, that’s something I actually would have preferred over what he really did. A little thing the police like to call a
10 Ways to Annoy The Doctor10 Ways to Annoy the Doctor10 Ways to Annoy The Doctor5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
10. Say over and over again 'I think you're missing something'
9. Ask if you could be his bridesmaid/best man for his wedding with River
8. Tell Amy all about his past girlfriends
7. Say 'Exterminate, Exterminate' over and over again
6. Paint the Tardis pink
5. Tell him Amy gave him only one star on the kissing front (she's had a lot of experience)
4. Tell him Amy's left him for Vincent and that she thinks he is way hotter than him
3. Steal his hair gel and demand he tells you how he gets it like that
2. Steal his bowtie
And finally Number 1!!
1. Tell everyone that his real name is Bob
Five MisconceptionsFive Misconceptions5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'll warn you upfront: this isn't glamorous.
At first, I thought I was in a car or on a plane. I woke up in an uncomfortable chair with an incredible headache and no idea where I was. My eyes slowly adjusted to the sickly yellow light, and I saw a ceiling with water damage. I didn't recognize it. I smelled mildew and smoke, which would've startled me if not for the headache.
I started to rub my head, but I couldn't move my hand. I looked down, and my wrist was stuck in something. Actually both wrists. And ankles. I didn't like where this was going.
Ugly laughter erupted from across the room. "About time you came around!" someone shouted. I rolled my heavy head to the left and saw Seth and Nate. They were sitting on an unmade bed, smoking.
Seth was not one of my favorite people. He worked at a bar I avoided, and he was why. He and I went back ten years, so we knew a lot of the same people. Like Nate.
Nate wasn't a bad guy, or at least wasn't till recently. He was lonesome and impression
RegenerationRegeneration3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You look up, your eyes falling on the solid form of a human body nearby, the voice issuing from it soft and earnest. "It is just like regenerating."
You look down, figiting as the artificial lights blink past you, the empty bus taking you back to what is supposed to be home. "How did you know?" You ask, not meeting his eyes.
"I know the look. The feeling of- loss. The aprehension of what's ahead. An entire new world to explore- like starting over."
You hear a soft rustle of clothing as he moves from where he's sitting across the bus to sit next to you, waiting patiently until you are ready to talk. You've given up on guessing how he gets around so well, after all, he didn't park the TARDIS on the bus, and you just accept his presence, grateful that you and the lonely bus driver aren't the only ones out in the middle of the night.
"I thought it would be easier, coming home. And that moving out would be the hard part. But the truth is I don't feel like I belong in either place- n
The Hero's Hideout From Deadly Fangirls"Almost…. there….." Rapunzel wobbled on the stool, her hand outstretched with a paintbrush clamped in-between her fingertips. The stool gave another frightening lurch, causing Rapunzel to nearly lose her balance and give off a high-pitched squeak of terror.The Hero's Hideout From Deadly Fangirls1 year ago in Humor More Like This
"Careful!" Rapunzel smiled at Hiccup, who had his arms outstretched to make sure she didn't fall.
"Thanks, but I think I've got it—woooaaaAAAHHHH!!" Rapunzel had promptly toppled of the stool, right in front of Hiccups outstretched arms. She lay there for a moment, glaring at Hiccup, who was looking down at her rather sheepishly.
"'guess I need to work on my aim?" he chuckled nervously.
"BIG time." but Rapunzel couldn't help but smile as Hiccup helped her up. "Thanks, Hic—" The moment was suddenly interrupted with two loud barrages of laughter, the kind that makes one keel over and nearly cry it hurts so much, kind of laughter.
"THAT—WAS—EPIC!!!" Jack gasped b
i had an out-of-body experience.I had an out-of-body experience at the age of thirty-one.i had an out-of-body experience.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every year between the ages of ten and eighteen, I sent a letter to NASA. I told them a little bit about myself, the same general description year after year, and always insisted that despite my medical condition, I would one day love to sail through the stars. My dream was to be out there in the universal abyss, exploring every unknown corner until we knew all that we could.
Art would taunt, “Sick kids don’t go to space” before Mom slapped the back of his shoulder with a spatula.
NASA was as nice as they could be, but the bottom line was that we all knew I couldn’t do it. The spaceship would need to have extra space just for the amount of medication and equipment I’d have to bring along, and that was if I could even survive the zero-gravity environment. Whoever wrote the responses encouraged me to keep dreaming, and boasted about donations the association made to various sickle cell charities.
-what makes up the mind-Wild, f r e e, lost.-what makes up the mind-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stuck in the span of time,
I find somethings stay lost
from us, we never really notice
until the pieces start to itch & ache.
Sometimes the silence makes more noise
then the chatter of twenty people.
I feel myself falling into the sway
of what takes me away, away in my head-
where all worlds become one.
Mixed up, o p e n, found inside myself.
So many thoughts speed by at any given time.
Fragments that make sense to only to me, putting
me at a constant stand still with myself.
My mind is the endless d r e a m e r-
I am running behind it, trying to keep up.
He only dates broken girls.I will destroy you. I willHe only dates broken girls.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
make you love me
without even trying;
you’ll love the scabs
on my knees, the bruises
under my eyes, my
singed hair. You will love
the rush of holding
my hand as we cross
the bridge; you’ll feel
like a hero each time
I don’t jump. You will buy
me chocolates, the most
expensive, to guilt me
into eating. You will buy
me seeds instead of flowers,
to give me a reason to
get up in the morning. You
will make me dependent,
even as I feed your white
knight complex. I will destroy
myself, and so you,
and you will know why storms are named after people.
SoundSound3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something against the sky -
a kestrel wing
drifting godward -
the circle of sound
dents the morning
and turns my ears
second guessing the weight of
and how your breath
measures the morning light.
The Beauty of a WomanThe beauty of a womanThe Beauty of a Woman1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is like the lotus -
Most of it is hidden from the eye.
Maybe you are my inner demonMaybe you are my inner demon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have my inner demons.
And they are tearing me apart.
Through my rib cage,
They are eating away my heart.
I have you,holding me tight.
You can feel the pulse of my soul
I am afraid,save me.
Make those evil creatures go.
I have monsters under my bed.
They whisper only bullshit in my ear.
Their voices are so quiet for others,
But so loud for me to hear.
I feel like losing my balance,
I will fall soon,
I wonder,did Lucifer
Have his inner demons,too.
I trust them,
And they say you'll leave.
It's like they want to kill.
But you caught my body,
You're the one with my soul's key.
With the color of my artery's blood
on your body,you said to me:
"Don't talk to monsters under your bed,
Cause they don't like us at all.
Sleep,I am here,my love.
They don't know what we know."
i am not what i am.don't tell me that ii am not what i am.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you arrogant boy,
i have dragged myself
out of hell,
and i did so with the smell of your sheets
still tangled around my throat.
i loved you desperately,
suddenly; and i realized it
when you took me to the lake
and told me
that your mom drank, too, and that
yeah, it hurts.
i loved you for the pain
you understood, and
i hated you for the agony you
i think you loved me most
when i was naked, and
you put your lips to my
ear, breath heavy and
your chest thundering,
and told me that you
so don't tell me
that i gave up,
because it was you
who told me that i'll never get anywhere
with my head in the
look at me now;
the scars on my skin and
are not, and will never be,
my lips are chapped and my
skin is torn but i
am whole, like the doll
my father once glued back together
i will be cherished again
will come ou