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
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,
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
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
WholeIt was late in the Land of Nowhere and consequentially in the citadel of Chase Young.Whole6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Appropriately, the warlord was in his bedroom, lying still beneath several thick, warm blankets though he was not yet sleeping.
He was too preoccupied for sleep, his eyes locked on the dozing creature that was his bedmate.
Spicer looked positively angelic in sleep he noted, his golden eyes adept at seeing even in darkness.
In a welcome change from other nights, the youth had fallen right asleep upon getting comfortable and was not so much as drooling on the pillow or snoring, habits that were normally somewhat endearing but made the goth exponentially more charming when absent.
The boy was so incredibly pale, the man mused, a result of his albinism which granted him the delicate and frail appearance of death or near it without the off-putting blue of the lips and coldness of the body, something the dragon lord had always found fascinating. His ruby eyes were sealed shut in slumber, dark lashes
LipsChase decided that he had pretty good thing going on with Jack Spicer.Lips7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sex was great, the goth didn't bug him nearly as much as he used to, and when he was around, he was much calmer and quieter than he used to be.
Who knew all the hyper kid needed was a good fuck?
And, as what appeared to be the best of it all, Jack never really stayed very long afterwards, which gave the elder that personal space and time he so desired.
Even now, the albino was leaving, having suddenly remembered some urgent appointment or other and both he and Chase now stood just outside the latter's door.
The warlord decided that he was quite pleased with his younger lover's behavior, and that a reward was in order.
Despite all of the things they had done, Chase had never once kissed Jack before.
The man easily caught the goth by the waist, tugging him closer to meet their lips...
Only to be denied as Jack's hands pressed hard against the chest plate of his armor, shoving the man away as the albi
Dead Bodies Don't Cryi.Dead Bodies Don't Cry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are born with twisted feet
and a pockmark on your chest.
Your poor mother is drenched in sweat,
straining to breathe,
thanking God that it's over.
She cradles you in her arms
and kisses your forehead with curved lips.
Your father reaches out to hold you
but has to pause because
your mother will not release you yet.
The family pays a visit,
hovering in awe, praising, laughing.
You look around for someone to blame.
When you learn to write
you use all the wrong letters
because you feel sorry for the ones
that get left out, like X and Z.
And you wear mismatched clothes
because you don't like the idea that
only certain colors "go together."
The first time you are punched
in the face it is by a girl with pigtails and braces.
You're sitting on a swing,
digging your toes into the dirt,
when she approaches
and says she thinks you're weird.
You tell her she's even weirder, and her fist
goes sailing into your jaw.
You're red and sore for two days.
You meet your first crush
Playing GamesJust an evening at home with the Doctor and River Song... playing Monopoly...Playing Games1 year 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
Attached"What would you do if I was shot?" 300 asked innocuously.Attached3 years ago in Romance More Like This
250 stopped, one foot on the staircase, and eyed his partner. It had been a long day of cat and mouse with Niels, and 300 was sprawled on his back across the sofa, lounging. His jacket was open, stylishly framing a long expanse of crisp white shirt. One foot dangled off the edge of the couch to graze the ground. He gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling, head tilted just so.
If 250 didn't know the man so well, he could've believed that this was a genuinely innocent question - mere curiosity. But there was something calculated to way 300 had draped himself across the couch. 250 furrowed his brow, unsure of what sort of game they were playing. "You really have to ask?" he droned, stepping down from the staircase and resting his folded arms on the back of the sofa.
300 shrugged, knitting his hands on top of his stomach. "I was just wondering."
250 cocked an eyebrow. "Why? You plan on getting shot sometime soon?"
"Of course not," 300 sco
Horse SenseJack hated storms.Horse Sense7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No, seriously, he did, and he had totally valid reasons for it.
Reason One, he hated being wet: his hair got all drippy and in his eyes, and that was just plain annoying.
Reason Two, lightning was beautiful, but thunder was always loud and hurt his ears, and besides that, it scared the hell out of him.
Reason Three, it made the ground muddy, and it sucked like hell when his hooves occasionally got caught in the thick muck.
Reason Four, it generally ruined any plans he might've had for the day and forced him to instead retreat to the small but dry cave within trotting distance of wherever in this big, relatively empty field yet untouched by human influence he happened to be.
And Reason Five, the biggest and most recent of his reasons, it had separated him from his lover.
It had been a sudden storm, completely out of nowhere, and the next thing the white colt knew, he had no idea where Chase was.
Thankfully, he had managed to keep his wits about him instead of p
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
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
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
Scott P - There's This RiverScott P - There's This River4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The heavy guitar case Scott carried over his back was shifted for the tenth time as he walked from the bus stop to his shared apartment. Band practice had gone down the absolute shitter and he only had himself to blame. He had hoped it would be a welcome distraction from things he just hadn't been trying to really think about lately, but it hadn't worked and his notes had come out all wrong and wonky. Everyone got pissed off and gave up until they finally just called it a night.
He had tried to apologize, but it was hard to really do that when even he wasn't sure what was going on with himself yet. So, he had given up and just left. Now, Scott was tired and wanted nothing to do but crawl into bed and sleep for several hours.
When he reached the door, Scott allowed his head to thump against the battered piece of wood first before he even attempted to open it. One lazy turn and then another granted him entrance and he was quick to deposit the heavy case straight onto the floor no matter
In D a r k n e s s dwellsIn D a r k n e s s dwellsIn D a r k n e s s dwells5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: "There are no monsters underneath the bed," she told him. But there were, so many of them, and they were everywhere, Wally knew.
Warning: Will feature a boyxboy romance. Will feature some blood and gore. Nothing in this chapter yet though (proper warnings will be given by each chapter from now on.)
Chapter One: After midnight
The door to the Central City Orphanage opened to the sound of cars outside and clicking of high heels.
(They're was always so much noise, but he always recognised the heels. He could tell who was coming in by the sound of the footsteps. He had time to think about such things anyway.)
Wally West, currently playing a game of checker with a nine-year old blonde, Allison, glanced up and gave a distracted wave to the person who just walked in. A tall, brown haired woman waved back, a shimmer in her hazel eyes. Her skin was p
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
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 Bloodshed5 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
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
In Darkness Dwells .:Ch5:.Summary: This was only the start.In Darkness Dwells .:Ch5:.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warning: mentions of murder, obviously. Nothing too graphic, I hope. Some language.
Thanks to: DarkPhoenixIncarnate, for helping me out a lot (and I do mean a whole fucking lot), for being my BETA (for content, style) and always encouraging me. Sorry for the delay, love! And to CodenameEternity, for BETA'ing for grammar.
I also really want to thank everyone so far who has taken to time to comment, fave and/or alert, because I really do appreciate that! Thank you so much for your kind words everyone.
Note: since I had quite a few comments asking me why Wally isn't a suspect, I thought I should fix that. I don't really know too much about Barry, but he seems like a father-figure kind of person to Wally and I thought I couldn't really mess him up in ... five sentences or something. If I did, though, please do tell me XD
It is perfectly possible Wally's al
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.
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