House of the SnailCurled like a tadpole in the confines of the ball turret, he slips into his mind and enters the first nautilus ring of memory.House of the Snail3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He sees a potting shed littered with terra cotta fragments, soft loam, and quietly rotting tomato vines. It is fall now, and the place hasn't been used for nearly a month, not that his mother was ever much of a gardener - she prefers the career of a socialite, and complains constantly about this heathen life in the country. His father yells whenever she embarks on a new tirade, and his mother drinks something out of a square-cut glass bottle that looks as though it were pilfered from Oz, and then everything is still again. For a while.
He watches himself enter the shed, gawky and fair. Tears have made a paisley pattern of sorts in the skim of blood on his pale cheek, and the skin about his eye looks like an oval of wet blotter paper rife with plum-colored ink. He purloins a splinter of stake from the tomato ruins, and in his rage and helplessness, ass
Perceived RealitiesThe Xiaolin side.Perceived Realities7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Heylin side.
Shen Gong Wu.
Hundreds of showdowns.
Vicious golden glares, pure loathing conveyed from just behind the irises.
You useless worm!
Jack Spicer shot up in bed breathing hard, fingers clenched tightly in the sheets. It had happened again. He was getting so sick of this! Why wouldnt these...images, memories, almost, leave him the hell alone?!
He sighed deeply, calming his frayed nerves before glancing at the other side of the bed. Fortunately for him, his nightmare hadnt woken up his partner, a very good thing considering how annoyed the man got when woken up this late. Quietly slipping out of bed, he snuck out of the room, walking to the kitchen almost in a daze.
What the hell was bringing on these dreams? He was sure none of the things that occurred in them had actually happened, so why then, would his mind be inventing them and torturing him with them whenever he fell asleep? This had been going on for weeks now, and it w
husk.Tully and I each slump into a wooden rocker and kick off our muddy boots. I flick my glowing plait over my shoulder, sigh at the task at hand. Aunt Mona had, moments before, wrangled us inside only to send us to the front porch to shuck dinner's corn.husk.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"'s'lot of corn," I say, gazing beyond the bucket to the open fields, and then further, to the trees at the start of the thicket. I think of the watermelon, half carved in the kitchen, wipe the sweat from my brow, "'s'lot of sun."
Tully picks up a piece of corn, runs one finger along the corn silk sticking out of the top, then rubs it under her chin. She lowers it, yanks the green husk away to reveal the soft yellow glow below.
"Looks like gold," she says, twisting the freshly peeled ear before my eyes.
"Or dandelion seeds," I say. She tosses the corn into the empty bucket, picks up another piece from the porch, hands it to me.
"Think we'll ever get to leave?" she asks.
Nice GuysRory and River pull a prank on Amy...Nice Guys2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"You know she's going to kill us for this, right?" River asked quietly as she and Rory snuck up the stairs to Amy's bedroom.
"It'll be worth it," Rory responded. "Shh... quiet now..." He pushed open the bedroom door. Amy was sprawled on the bed in the moonlight. She hadn't even changed out of her shorts and jacket.
Father and daughter tiptoed around the room, setting things up, gritting their teeth and wincing every time Amy snorted.
Finally they were done, and tiptoed back out of the room. Rory shut the door carefully, wincing as the lock clicked quietly.
They sneaked back down the stairs to the kitchen. Only breathing openly when they reached that cool tiled room.
"Dad," River said, turning to him with a look of admiration. "I'm impressed. I'd never have thought you had it in you."
Rory shrugged. "A guy's got to have some blackmail material."
"She's never going to let you get away with it," River said, as she pulled down the ingredi
gossamer, and yousome peoplegossamer, and you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(the lucky ones)
get songs stuck in their heads.
i, on the other hand,
am left with words
that beat incessantly against
the confines of my brain.
last week, it was "gossamer."
i thought it was whimsical;
that was pleasant.
i saw the word
every which way i turned:
a gossamer veil of sunlight,
a silk shirt like gossamer,
a spider hanging by a thread of it.
i hate the word now,
with all its whimsy washed away;
the hard g is too harsh and garish
against the roof of my mouth,
the double s too serpentine.
it feels numbingly stiff on my tongue,
like some sort of linguistic anomaly,
a could-be word that really shouldn't be.
today, it was your name.
(i never thought
proper nouns counted, but
evidently, they do.)
i didn't see you as much as i heard you,
in the whistling of the breeze
or the creaking of the hardwood floors.
your imposing yet warm presence
near the nape of my neck.
i admit that somewhere
in the recesses of my mind,
CaughtWhy does Dad always catch you when you're having a good snog? River and the Doctor get caught by the most unexpected person.Caught2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River had him pressed up securely to the Tardis corridor wall. His hands tangled in her hair, her hands framed his face as they kissed with a slow luscious thoroughness.
A throat cleared behind them.
River spun around, hair flying, hand going to her gun.
There was a tall, curly haired man standing in the corridor. He had his hands in his pockets, a surprised look on his face, and an impossibly long scarf draping down to the floor.
"What are you doing here?" the Doctor asked behind her.
"I think the relative continuum stabilizers have slipped again," the man said. He stood there as if he owned the place.
"What exactly do you think you're doing?" the man asked the Doctor in a disapproving tone, looking pointedly from the Doctor to River and back.
The Doctor gripped her hips, pulling her possessively back against him, she couldn't help but smile
TailoringThe Doctor and River go clothes shopping...Tailoring1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“What about this, Sweetie?”
The Doctor turned to see River holding up a coat. They were in an elegant futuristic men’s clothing salon. One thing both of them enjoyed was shopping for clothes.
He bounded over and plucked the coat out of her hands, it was a frock coat, simple, with long elegant lines. He started nodding, his hair flopping in his face.
It was jet black. He swirled it on. It swallowed him, draping down to his knees and past his fingertips. “It’s a bit big.” He took it off and held it up before him. “But it’s tweed, that’s the important thing.”
“I know, Sweetie,” River tugged on the cuff of his regular tweed jacket. “And your old one is getting a bit frayed.” He hadn’t even taken it off to try on the new coat.
“You know what would make this perfect?” He turned to her with bright eyes. “Purple!”
Her eyebrows shot
BenderThe Doctor drinks something he shouldn't, with unfortunate results.Bender3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Oooh!" he groaned. The Doctor sat with one hand on his forehead and the other wrapped around his stomach.
"Here, honey. Drink this." River handed him a tumbler of sickly green liquid.
He took it slowly and tossed it back in one huge slug. "Ugh!" He shuddered the full length of his body. "Thanks," he said in a dead tone.
"I can't believe this," Amy said, sitting on the stairs. "How could it have affected you that badly, we all drank it." Rory nodded from beside her. They both looked at the Doctor worriedly.
"Normally he avoids it," River said.
"If I'd known what was in it, I wouldn't have gone within three feet of it!" the Doctor exclaimed weakly, his handflicks lacked their normal vigor. Amy looked worriedly at River.
"Come on," River said to the Doctor, pulling him up. "Let's get you to bed."
"Not now, River. I'm not in the mood."
River grinned as he weakly fended her off. She wrapped his arm around her should
It Ends With BloodshedSummary: This is how it goes.It Ends With Bloodshed4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warning: slash (very light) and character death. Bruce/Wally, obviously.
Note: a little vague and strange and angsty and Richard Siken inspired and all that.
Thanks to: xRae_Asakurax for the BETAwesomeness!
Wordcount: ca. 2000
It Ends With Bloodshed.
This is how it goes.
You are sitting at a table and across from you is a beautiful boy. His hair is red and his eyes are green and his lips are perfect and pink, wrapped around a spoonful of pineapple flavoured pudding, all the same curled up in a slight smile.
You comment on how disgusting that flavour is and he laughs and says, I shall prove you wrong.
The beautiful boy takes another spoonful and turns it into your direction. Smiles. Says, care for a bite, Mr. Wayne?
There are eyes directed at you, because you are probably in a public place. You can't quite remember. You can't qu
Let's pretend I can write okayLet's pretend I can write okay3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Anxious digits were making uneasy taps on the desk of his studio. In his mind, the clock could have gone by hours when, really, it had only been ten minutes. His uneasy stomach did flips as beads of sweat raced down his face. Glasses swiftly removed, those tapping digits moved to violently rub the violet eyes of the nervous man. An arbitrary hand makes its way through messy hair. The glasses resume their place and flickering eyes are caught by the very thing that started the conundrum. That put him in such a flurry.
A shaky breath taken, his slim hand moved to the computer mouse.
In a single click, the picture is set to print.
Love NoteThe Doctor writes River a love letter. But things don't come out quite the way he meant...Love Note1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I always thought I was so self-sufficient, that I didn’t need anyone. Not really. Oh, it was nice to have someone help me out of the cell, or the handcuffs, or the rope, but not really necessary. I thought.
I could go my own way. I didn’t have to bend to anyone else’s whims or schedule, didn’t have to accept anyone else’s opinions or views, didn’t have to put up with anything I didn’t want to, I was always free to leave.
It never occurred to me to be “caught.” What fun was there in that? There was always a way out.
I never had to chase my jailor before, to beg him to lock me up and throw away the key. Never had a desire to stay in one place for any length of time, there was always something else to see, somewhere else to go, other people to meet, other things to do.
I never knew.
And yet now, when all I want is to be locked u
Escape From a Better WorldI could hear the murmur of bass-like voices next to my cell, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy straining against the clamps strapping me to this cross-like structure to no avail. I couldn't get enough friction going to vibrate the manacles into exploding, let alone for me to vibrate through them. They were obviously too tough for me to escape out of normally. It made me wonder just what these restraints were made out of. Titanium wasn't it; I could melt that. Eventually. Some alloy or compound I didn't even want to begin contemplating. Whatever it was, it felt like I was being painlessly crucified at a wonky angle.Escape From a Better World6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My green eyes narrowed as realized I had an audience, and I stopped my fruitless escape attempts abruptly. Really, there was no fathoming my loathing of the man in front of me right now. This may be Batman, but it wasn't Batman at all. Not mine. Anger suddenly welled up inside of me.
"What're you looking at? Huh?" I snapped angrily, but he didn't even flinch. Ins
JackMy grandmother fell in love with my grandfather when his skin was still yellow with malaria.Jack2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At twenty-four, he had just returned from war, his pockets heavy as his heart, weighed down with souvenir scars and unspent bullets. Gaping trenches hung beneath each of his dark eyes like open, sore wounds, or sorer memories. At nineteen, she had not known the taste of oranges. The first time she held one, she bit straight into the pasty skin, expecting sweetness and coming up with shell-fragments.
In the pictures, my grandmother, radiant in her gray wedding dress, stands before my grandfather. Those trenches are still there, still yawning beneath each eye like caskets, but they are beginning to fold under, to fill themselves in. Standing together, they are joined by out-stretched hands, his free fingers reaching up to hold her cheek in his palm, the pale skin there blushing the softest pink: a single petal, unfolding, held erect in his hewn hands. In the pictures, it is there in the space lef
Straight DopeHow would the Doctor react if River straightened her hair?Straight Dope1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The woman walked right into the Tardis without a knock or a “by your leave.”
The Doctor turned from the console a bit surprised, he was traveling alone currently, no Companions to come traipsing in. And while he was parked in London, he wasn’t accustomed to the Tardis opening for just anybody.
She was turned away from him, carefully shutting the door, she wore a black velvet jacket, black satin slacks and red high heels, as she turned toward him he saw she was wearing a virulently pink satin top, with a lacy insert hinting at an impressive decolletage.
She had long, straight, dark blond hair.
As he saw her face his heart stopped, jerking as if he’d been shot.
He raced down the console dais and skidded to a stop right in front of her, gaping.
Her wild halo of fabulous curls had been straightened into a long, sleek, normal, fall of hair.
He made a hurt noise. His hands ca
Suit of HeartsChase had been quietly surprised one day to find a neat stack of playing cards on his porch, tied with a black ribbon and not so much as a note to go with it.Suit of Hearts7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had been even further puzzled, of course, when he could not even find the scent of whomever had left it, the small deck purposefully saturated in some sort of cinnamon-vanilla concoction, and obviously, the fragments of sentences written in red ink on the white spaces of the cards that made no sense whatsoever weren't exactly cluing him in to the meaning or the sender of such a strange gift.
Entering his den, he took a seat in a plush armchair beside a roaring fireplace, deck in his hand as he did no more than stare at it. It was a conundrum, and it annoyed him, because he was never one for being ignorant of anything.
What was it supposed to mean? It wasn't even a full deck, only nine cards! What reason would someone have to-
The warlord stopped his thought-process abruptly.
Sometimes...sometimes playing cards were used
18: RW - Down in InfamyRW: Chapter 18 -- Down in Infamy (FINAL CHAPTER)18: RW - Down in Infamy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Hedone High fanfic by PunchBagBobsRevenge. The original is no longer available, so feel free to comment and fave here
Warnings: Strong language, violence, and an allusion to sexings
Well, John, I have to say that the citizens of Hedone are appalled by the events that took place earlier today at the boys boarding school Hedone High where the headmaster Lu Rire was brutally murdered.
the police report that they have the killer in custody and that they believe that it is a long sought after drug lord that has previously escaped police custody several times
The officials refuse to release the identity of the killer, offering only the ambiguous name Redback
John! Just in, the Hedone PD says that Redback is loose; he escaped last night, severely injuring one
Ray of RemorseJack hadnt been there for the next Shen-Gong-Wu battle. Hed been at some prestigious scientific convention, winning award after award as well as hosting panel discussions and presentations on technology. By the time he returned to China, several of his inventions had been tested and bought by various organizations, making him filthy rich. Hed also received job offers (which he had no intention of accepting; he would not be some lackey!) and his counsel in the matters of things robotic had been sought.Ray of Remorse6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All-in-all, the trip had been a successful one. He returned home bone tired, but also very pleased with himself.
Naturally, once he arrived home, his Jackbots gave him a report of what hed missed.
Which Shen-Gong-Wu was it? he asked, shucking out of the clothing hed traveled home in. He was tired and wanted a bath, and then a nap.
The Ray of Remorse, replied on
Anthology of Love 11. Chimpanzee-Anthology of Love 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was something about the way Jack's body moved when under the influence of the Monkey Staff, especially the to-and-fro flick of his prehensile tail, that Chase couldn't help but find enticing.
"Hey, Chase," Jack began as a thought occurred to him while he walked through Times Square with his lover, "you don't have immigration papers, do you? You know how touchy people are about illegal immigrants, these days."
Jack couldn't help but get jealous whenever Chase showed up at a Showdown, every time giving the distinct impression that yellow was his favorite color, but he pretty much forgot about it when the dragon warlord fucked him into a blissful oblivion later, assuring him all the while that he favored snow-white over yellow.
Jack Spicer acknowledged that his immediate perception of the South was just about as ignorant as everybody elses': that everyone who lived there w
Hemorrhage ::In My Hands::Memories arent just where you need them,Hemorrhage ::In My Hands::6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jack sighed, thoughts of him flooding his head.
Drag the waters til the depths give up their dead,
He was probably dead to the man, as it was anyways.
What did you expect to find?
It wasnt as if hed ever cared about him, so why couldnt he stop thinking of him?
Was it something you left behind?
No matter what the young man tried, he couldnt completely forget about him, the man he loved so truly and deeply.
Oh, hold me now, I feel contagious,
Chase gazed blankly outside from his bedroom window. He wondered absently if feeling physically ill with a persons absence was worrisome.
Am I the only place that youve left to go?
Spicer had abandoned him, all of them, and had formally renounced his dedication to the Heylin side or otherwise in the entire conflict.
Just like that.
Hed said his farewells to absolutely everyone
The Night Before ResultsThe Night Before ResultsThe Night Before Results3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Twas the night before judging, when all through the flat
Not a creature was stirring, not even the chat.
The keyboards were prepped by the computer with care,
In hopes that results would soon be there.
The entrants were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of rewards danced in their heads.
The randoms in IRC, and I with a snap,
Had just settled our tablets for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the net there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the computer I flew like a flash,
And tore open the browser with a great mash.
The cursor on the breast of the new-fallen glow
Gave the lustre of newness to notice below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an irate administrator, much to my cheer.
With a sleep deprived admin, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be techgnotic.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he grumbled and mumbled, and shouted, an
Lost and FoundLost and Found6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Flash had been missing for nearly four months now. He'd been sent on a small-time mission to spy on a man known to have connections to many high-up underground mobsters, but he never returned. No one knew anything, and though Batman searched high and low, asked (well, tortured until he was sure they were telling the truth) all the criminals he'd been able to track down, but none of them could help. Even the man Flash had been spying on, Damien Crowe, seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Frustrated and angry, Batman punched the console keypad with enough force that it cracked several times. Diana laid a gentle hand on his arm, but he tossed it off angrily.
"Batman," she began, but the billionaire didn't want to hear it.
"I'm going after Howell," he growled. He turned to make his way swiftly off the bridge.
"Howell? You found him?" Superman stepped in front of the Dark Knight, eyeing him. "Where is he?"
Batman glared at the Man of Steel for several seconds, but when it became apparent
Some Things Should Never HappenOrdinary things, in the wrong hands...Some Things Should Never Happen1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Amy and Rory trotted out of their house pulling on their coats, smiling, happy to be going on another adventure.
River stepped out of the Tardis and shut the door behind her. She shook her head at them, her expression dire.
“You don’t want to go in there,” she said.
“Why not? What’s wrong?” Amy asked anxiously.
River shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“The Doctor’s discovered duct tape.”