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
Spring and the Mysterious Case of New LeavesThose dizzying moments before the dawnSpring and the Mysterious Case of New Leaves10 months 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.
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
Flippin' LoveAgony is trying to decide. Perhaps flipping a coin would work.Flippin' Love10 months 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
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
#021 Birdie hear my songShattered glass on your windows#021 Birdie hear my song10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hallways as empty as you are
A billion dreams out of reach
Way too far
Hear my song
It will be alright
I play the pianos melody
Just for you tonight
Not even the moon will visit you anymore
But you still have the wind
To break the silence noise for sure
As empty as your world may seem
Hear my song
Listen to the sound of every key
Faded photos of long gone memories
There once was a place to set you free
But it´s all gone and it became your tragedy
Leaves your mind empty
Nothing to feed your soul
Hear my song
You lost control
And the birds outside on your tree
Tell you stories from places
You always wanted to see
Hear my song
A melody to remind you
That once you had some dreams
Why didn´t they come true
Sweep your hallway with that old broom
Those glass splinters need to go
It´s time to make some room
It might help you
To rise above it all one last time
Hear my song
You could be fine
It´s melody might hold the key
To break the chain
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.1 year 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.
The Beauty of a WomanThe beauty of a womanThe Beauty of a Woman10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is like the lotus -
Most of it is hidden from the eye.
10 Ways to Annoy The Doctor10 Ways to Annoy the Doctor10 Ways to Annoy The Doctor4 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
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
The Source of Fear Chapter 6Well…as painful as it was, I told them just about everything. But I left out the detail about me throwing the axe and probably hurting whoever it was I saw in the trees because they didn’t need to know I could snap at any second. Right now I’m waiting for them to respond. They haven’t posted anything for the last ten minutes, and I’m anxiously wondering if I scared them off or they just don’t know what to say. Honestly, if I were them, I wouldn’t know what to say to me either. There’s nothing to say that would make me feel better.The Source of Fear Chapter 61 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Finally TheDarkMask responds and I sigh in relief that at least someone is still on.
TheDarkMask: ….Damn… Is that true???
Transgender By StarlightTransgender By Starlight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the mirror stands a beautiful
smiles and waves with
grace and poise.
A satin black dress
hugs every curve,
like a boa constrictor
wraps around its favourite meal.
gives a little show,
turning on a heal.
One smooth twirl.
But the fabric falls too quickly,
Arriving at the party
excited to mingle.
eyes follow the moving bodies.
longs to fit in
with the other curves.
hips begin to sway.
begging for the music
A tap on
turns to see
the eyes of fate.
"can it be at me?"
The music still plays
begins to swoon.
has no clue.
Their bodies move as one
as the dance carries on.
The sun begins to set
Silly ValentineDon't quench my thirst, because I will become drunk with love.Silly Valentine10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't let me hug you, because I will not let go.
Don't let me kiss you, because it will awaken the princess inside.
Don't let me love you, because my love knows no bounds.
Unless of course you want a drunken, clinging princess with loves you boundlessly.
Then may I recommend you GO FOR IT!
Five MisconceptionsFive Misconceptions4 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
The Source of Fear Chapter 5Slowly, I stepped away from the tree I hid behind and examined the one nearby that had been impaled by the axe the girl had thrown. It was small enough the axe nearly chopped it in half, and the point of impact seems to have splintered in numerous directions. Hm. I’m glad I wasn’t in the path long enough to obtain that kind of damage. Though, in hindsight, I was the one who had succumbed to the curiosity which led to my impatience.The Source of Fear Chapter 51 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
When she first came outside, I thought she had seen me. But when she displayed no reaction I knew I was mistaken, so I stayed put just behind the tree line. I hadn’t expected her to throw the axe, and certainly not with such an amount of force and speed so my reflexes were somewhat paused. I was only able to move out of the way fast enough to avoid being dealt serious injuries, but the arm of my suit was cut by the spinning blade as it passed. As irritat
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.
Reciprocation -DavexTerezi-Your name is Dave Strider and you feel empty. You feel as if you are worthless. You feel as if you screw everything up.Reciprocation -DavexTerezi-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You feel as if there is a large hole in your life, a hole that nobody has been able to fill.
You feel as if you are extremely alone.
And you know that this is most likely true.
You rise out of bed, even though your alarm clock reads just now seven thirty five. You stretch, looking out at the bluing sky before heading down the long hallway of the house you share with your older-brother-slash-father. You stop in front of the third door on the left- the one with a horribly drawn Libra sign hanging on it. You sigh as you carefully open it, peeking inside the bedroom and looking around at the perpetual mess.
Most of the items in the room are red, and there is chalk strewn everywhere. On the blackboard that you slaved over for hours to get painted onto the wall there are many red sketches, though some of them are white and yellow and some other color that the troll curled u
The Source of Fear Chapter 4***The Source of Fear Chapter 41 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Interestingly, I stayed asleep the rest of the night and woke up at 7 a.m. feeling completely refreshed. How unusual…normally I wake up every hour or so and go back to sleep as soon as morning comes… Nonetheless, since I’m wide awake, I might as well get up. Slowly, I roll away from the wall and sit up. After a moment I notice how cold it is in the room and glance out the basement window. There’s a light frost on the ground. It must have been pretty cold last night to cause that. I hope it doesn’t start snowing within the next couple months. The idea of trudging home in the snow with freezing cold ankles doesn’t sit well with me.
For a minute or two I remain sitting to clear my head of the tired haze. Then I jump to my feet and walk to the bathroom to take a shower. I turn on the radio to a coun
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.