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 Snail4 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
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,
every chance i didn't take IIYou tell him about your cancer on a Sunday,every chance i didn't take II2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
in the shower of all places, in between brunch plans
and speculations about whether or not the weather
will ever get any colder - hasn't it been the strangest November?
Just the strangest.
You casually mention that somewhere
deep in the secret space between your hips
your own cells are proliferating uncontrollably,
whispering treason and passing down forgeries,
teaching each other the steps of mitosis with alarming intent.
You don't miss a beat as you drop survival percentages
mixed in with tomorrow's rain forecast
and predictions about the game later that afternoon -
easy as breathing, even as counterfeit armies
shred through the soft tissue just below
his favorite place on your spine.
And as you stand there
calmly making conversation
and sharing the last of the soap,
he watches the water
run quiet rivers
through your hair.
JackMy grandmother fell in love with my grandfather when his skin was still yellow with malaria.Jack3 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 Dope2 years 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
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.4 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.
Single LadiesI want to spend a summer fortnight in the Everglades with LynnMarie.Single Ladies4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want to sleep all day and stay up all night, learning just one dance.
I want to dance like Kurt Hummel in the Glee "Single Ladies" video.
I want to learn every hair flip, finger waggle, hip thrust, every move.
I want to keep this incredible talent a tiny secret in my heart of hearts.
I want to keep it for a day when I have a true heart great-granddaughter.
I want to see the gleam in her eye when I invite her to share my secret.
I want to dance, dance for her, until we both cry gasping tears of laughter.
TailoringThe Doctor and River go clothes shopping...Tailoring2 years 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
Let's pretend I can write okayLet's pretend I can write okay4 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 Note2 years 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
Nice GuysRory and River pull a prank on Amy...Nice Guys3 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
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
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
The Sun's RaysThe sun rose high from its coveringsThe Sun's Rays6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
near the world's end
It stretched its rays like open arms
and looked upon his friends
With open eyes I see the day
my heart cracks heavy sighs
The days are long, dull and gray
it's the sun that I despise
The sun has dealt a heavy yoke
being too much for me
The load has crushed away my joy
pitiful groans are all I see
Oh sun, oh sun, please do not shine
in evenings I find my rest
Flee away and cease to rise
at night I am at best
The sun just set its shine on me
Don't you know, little one?
It is not I who took your smile
it's in your heart that death began
You chose not to smell the flowers
as they bloomed for you each day
You refused to hear the songbird's song
you had painted them all gray
You didn't see the children's mirth
as they played their joyful game
You didn't feel your lover's glance
every day was just the same
You did not see the vibrant color
of the butterflies and dew
I did not steel life's joyous glow
the thief of that was you
Finder's PeepersSometimes the Tardis can be so uncooperative. But as Clara learns, sometimes it has reason...Finder's Peepers2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Great! Where’s the Doctor got to now?” Clara said as she craned her neck, looking down the three different Tardis corridors from this junction. A descending engine noise in the background was her only response.
“I don’t expect you to help me find him,” Clara said huffily to the Tardis, trying to ignore the idea that she was living in a space machine that didn’t particularly like her. She could tell by the vibration in the floor that they were still moving, but she had no idea where they were going.
Normally when she woke up she found the Doctor in the console room, already inputting the coordinates for the day’s trip. Or occasionally he’d be in the kitchen, preparing a truly huge breakfast.
But this morning, nothing. She’d looked in the library, the conservatory, and several of the lounges and reading rooms (it was real
Secret SantaThe Doctor and River take Amy and Rory to a world where Secret Santa has been raised to a whole new level.Secret Santa3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Where are the sleigh bells?" Amy asked, rummaging through the boxes and bags scattered all over the Tardis floor.
Rory turned around, covered in Christmas tree lights, he had a neat loop of them around his neck and around both shoulders, like a bright bandolier. He was methodically unwinding them as he draped them around the artificial purple Christmas tree the Doctor had dug out of the hold.
"Not me," he said, sucking around the haft of a green candy cane. Amy looked up and shook her head in fond exasperation at him, only he would so practically hang lights on a tree that way.
"Not me!" the Doctor said from the base of the main stairs up on the console floor. He brandished a spatula. He was covered in frosting, a Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer apron, and was building a rather lopsided gingerbread house, with liberal use of multi-colored frosting and sprinkles.
"I've got th
Double DareThere are some things that are just too delightfully dangerous...Double Dare2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She felt arms slide around her from behind. She jumped. She hadn’t expected that, she hadn’t heard anyone, which was odd for her.
Fortunately for the hugger, she recognized the arms, and the man’s scent.
“Deciding to live dangerously, my sweet?” she asked as she turned around.
He resettled his arms around her hips and grinned down at her. “Admit it, you didn’t hear me coming.”
“No,” she admitted, “But if I hadn’t recognized you you’d be wearing a large hole in your middle right now.” She took her hand off her gun and ran the back of her fingers over his belly.
He giggled and flinched back.
Her eyes fired with unholy delight. “Now, River,” he said, both trying to step back and trying to hug her tighter so she couldn’t move.
Her fingers wiggled their way between his buttons and he giggled and laughed as her fingers
Bedmates - (Doctor/River)River finally has the Doctor exactly where she wants him... Sort of...Bedmates - (Doctor/River)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Move over, sweetie," River said, bumping him with her hip.
"I can't move over, I'll fall out of the bed," the Doctor protested. "And stop hogging all the covers!" He jerked irritably at the comforter and she rolled closer into him.
She wiggled against him, giggling.
"River, stop it!" he said, fending off her hands and spitting her hair out of his mouth where it brushed his face.
"I'm just reaching for your sonic screwdriver."
"Tha..at's! Not where I keep my sonic screwdriver!" he said with a squeak.
"Yes, it is, sweetie." She patted him on the bum and pulled the sonic screwdriver out from under him.
"How'd that get down there?" he asked.
"You weren't paying attention," she said suggestively.
"Well, if you wouldn't keep distracting me..."
"Sh... Someone's coming." She laid a finger to his lips and they froze, trapped together, wrapped up tight in the quilt, ears straining in fear they would
Playing GamesJust an evening at home with the Doctor and River Song... playing Monopoly...Playing Games2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"River! River, River, River." The Doctor hugged her for all he was worth. Burying his face in her hair and squashing her as close as he could.
She laughed a little and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back. "What's wrong, Sweetie?"
"Nothing," he said, his voice muffled in her hair. He turned his face into her neck, snuggling his face into her. "I was lonely."
Her heart flopped over in her chest. "There's no reason for that!" She rubbed her hands over his back. "There's never any reason for that, sweetie," she said softly. She pressed her cheek against his. Sometimes his great age just weighed on him. She was always happy when he came to her when that happened. "You've got me," she whispered in his ear.
"I know," he said, pulling back. He looked her in the eyes, the loneliness fading, and the happy coming back.
"Let's do something!" he said, still holding her, that grin starting to
In actual factIn actual fact, nothing is as it seems,In actual fact4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not all black and white; there's always a grey area.
Left can mean right, up can mean down
I don't blame you for loosing your way around.
There's lies, there's schemes,
Not everything is what is seems.
But don't worry, it's not all bad
There's still some good, some hope, some wonder.
You can find beauty and truth in the strangest places,
stem from the unimaginable and provoke the unthinkable.
So, young one, keep your sparkling eyes peeled,
for you never know when something fantastical may come your way.
Argus ApocraphexOf the many tiny beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead, two fell down, further soaking his already dampened brow. Suspended, he floated upside-down in a padded room, dreaming without consciousness of his body or its position in space.Argus Apocraphex5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His mind reeled from slide to slideimages of adolescence pooling together and then streaming into an old time film: The Life and Times of Donald A. Silver. The yellowed silent movie showed a young man smiling and leaning against an old Chevrolet sedan. Cigarettes burnt the corner, and he was dancing with the woman he'd asked to marry him. But in the center of the shot, a blur grew from the inside of the lilies on her wrist. A quick rewind to remove the obstruction, but instead it continued to grow across the bare chest of a flexing boy at the public pool. And finally, it consumed the picture and gnawed it to the pit, leaving behind a carcass to rot in its old age.
The man awo
deliverance does not come,as does the bell-boy from his duties,deliverance does not come,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rough-boned burly man from his cell.
with the calendar days deemed ignorant,
the time-clocks cloak themselves. from what?
natural disasters are nothing, nothing I say,
compared to cold metal making nests
within a womb. and men, are wild -
run rampant through the night,
start fights, take heaven to tired veins and
in blind glory, ignite.