Mended Family"Leo "Mended Family4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ever get the feeling that we're different than other kids?"
The blue haired thirteen-year-old looked up from his sandwich and stared at his brother. "Different as in how?" he asked.
Sparky stirred his yogurt around in circles with his spoon, never once looking up. "Well, for one thing, we seem to be eating lunch under the washroom sinks every other day," he mumbled.
Galileo blinked and then looked about. He had almost forgotten where they were until he saw the tiled floor and the stalls across from them. They were, in fact, sitting beneath the sinks in the boys' washrooms at their school, something he and Sparky did certain days of the week when trouble was around. It was not that they enjoyed doing so, of course not; more because it was the only place safe for them to be when bullies were around.
They had hardly grabbed their lunch bags when the noon bell rang. And while other students rushed to their places in the cafeteria, the two stepbrothers rushed int
From Our House to Bob's chp5Larry did do some thinking. He thought and thought and thought all evening. He thought all through the night. He shared his concerns for his friend with his brothers and his father.From Our House to Bob's chp54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But nothing seemed to help. He did not know what to do about this dilemma. Bob was sick, his store wouldn't open, and he was so disappointed to have to spend Christmas alone that year, he didn't even care what Holiday it was. Bob had never been that way around Christmas before.
Larry was desperate for an answer.
It was nearing ten that same night when his father came out onto the porch to find his youngest son. Larry was sitting on the chair in the corner, staring at the midnight sky while silently cursing himself for not being a thinker like Bob.
The old cucumber grinned behind his moustache and hopped out, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate with him. He sat down in the chair next to Larry, taking the cucumber by surprise. "I thought you'd want something to warm you up," his deep voice announ
From Our House to Bob's chp3Bob narrowed his eyes and then broke into a clever grin. He looked at the children for a moment. "Well, I am getting one thing I've wanted for Christmas since I moved here," he said. Turning around, he hopped up to the fireplace and reached up to grab a red photo album.From Our House to Bob's chp34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When he came back, the children had already crowded around the coffee table. Bob placed the book down before them. "My parents are coming to visit me this Christmas," he said.
The children "ooed" quietly while staring at the album. Then, Junior looked up and smiled at the tomato. "Like what you told me Saturday?" he said. "And that they could never come and see you since you moved here?"
Bob smiled back. "Yep," he replied. He opened the album to the first page and there was a photo of a family of tomatoes a father, a mother, and a little round boy standing between them.
"My parents live in California," Bob explained. "In an area where they don't get much snow."
"Wow!" Percy said excitedly. "So when they co
From Our House to Bob's chp9Christmas Morning did arrive, and with it came a blue sky and bright sun. It had snowed over night, so all the footsteps that had once littered Bob's yard had now been completely covered. Mark and Steve Cucumber got up at the break of dawn to quickly shovel and sweep the snow off of Bob's driveway and sidewalk. Then they returned home and awaited Larry's final order.From Our House to Bob's chp94 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So did everyone else in the small town.
Bob turned over and noticed that light had flooded his bedroom. With a soft groan, he opened his eyes and looked at the window.
The blinds had been pulled back, letting in the morning light and the blue sky outside. The bowl and mug from the night before had disappeared.
Bob stared at the empty space on his lampstand for a moment longer before yawning and sitting up. He felt much better that morning; he no longer had a headache or dizziness; he no longer felt feverish; and he no longer looked as pale or as tired as he did a few days earlier. Petunia's soup and Larry's hot chocolate h
From Our House to Bob's chp7And like a flash, every Veggie in town went off to tend to their jobs. Mothers and wives began their Christmas baking for Bob; fathers and husbands climbed ladders and began taking their Christmas lights down; children made crafts and bought gifts for their Sunday School teacher, all the while discussing the games they would play with him on that special day.From Our House to Bob's chp74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Larry and Petunia immediately set off to the task of finding every means possible of helping Bob recover in time for the Christmas party. They made hot chocolate, chicken noodle soup, and gathered the warmest blankets they could find. They were both determined to make the tomato better within three days.
The doorbell on Petunia's door rang, just as she and Larry were busy making some soup. "Come in!" Petunia shouted.
The door opened and in hopped Junior. He closed the door behind him before running into the kitchen. "How's the cure comin' along, guys?" he wondered.
"Great; my grandmother gave me the best chicken noodle soup
From Our House to Bob's chp2The next day happened to be Sunday, and so before heading to Church for the weekly service, Larry got up and went over to Bob's house to help get their Sunday school things put together. Bob and Larry had been in charge of teaching the children of their parish about that day's readings since they had first moved to that little town years ago.From Our House to Bob's chp24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After Church, Bob and Larry went out to Jimmy's Café for lunch, just as they did every Sunday. Once that had been through, they either went home to rest or talk about things, or else were invited by the children to go sliding or to tell another Bible story.
Bob had been known since his arrival to be the storykeeper of their little humble town. He had gone to college to study to become a pastor, but in the end decided that he wanted to own a bookstore instead and tell stories to children in the same way his father told them. Turns out that when he and Larry decided to move into the North of the USA, Pastor George was in need of a teacher for S
From Our House to Bob's chp6The next day was Thursday, December 23rd; Christmas was only three days away.From Our House to Bob's chp64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So Larry hastily got up, hastily had breakfast and hastily left the house after speaking with Madame Blueberry over the phone; he was going to call an emergency town meeting and everyone except Bob, of course was to be there. Even Larry's family had to come.
The town hall was filled with Veggies, young and old, when Larry finally arrived. All of his good friends and neighbours were there, including Junior and his family, as well as Petunia. These two were up on the stage, waiting for Larry to come. Madame Blueberry was next to them.
Larry hopped up the stairs to the stage and caught his breath. "Sorry it took so long," he panted. "Had to make sure Bob wasn't leavin' the house. If there's town meetings, he usually gets up to go. Luckily this time, he didn't."
"What exactly did you gather us all for, anyway?" Junior wondered.
Larry smiled in reply. "Just you wait and see," he replied. He lo
From Our House to Bob'sThere was exactly a week left until Christmas Day, and already Larry felt like it had arrived. Everyone in his town had put up their decorations and lights, making each house and nearly every tree as bright and as festive as ever. Veggies, big and small, were putting up lights, making snowmen, sliding down hills and starting snowball fights. Parents and Grandparents were doing last minute shopping. Relatives from near and far were coming together to celebrate.From Our House to Bob's4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Larry's own family would be coming to his hometown this year for Christmas. His father and his three older brothers would be coming from California to spend Christmas at the cucumber's home. For such a special occasion as that, Larry made sure everything in his house would look cheerful, including the dozens of gifts beneath the tree in the living room.
Now, he was off to the bookstore in the centre of town. Every afternoon, if not morning, Larry went there, not only to look at the latest comics, but to visit the ow
IJ - RunShe fell against her covers and buried her face in her pillows. Never had she been more thankful for being a makeup haterher tears would have made it run down her cheeks. She pulled the elastic out of her hair and let it flow down to her sides, spreading over the pillows like a spider's web. The bruise on her cheek pulsed with pain the more she cried, refusing the company of anyone yet longing for everyone all at once.IJ - Run4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ana tried with all her might to think of a day that could be just as horrible, if not worse, than that week had been. The bullying, the threats, the laughs the bruised knuckles, the week's worth of Detention, Mitch's temper rising to the point that he actually snapped at her, his best friend's daughter. Her mother scolding her for making a mess in the study room and for mistreating Tippy, despite the animal's attempt in cheering her up. Her best friends, trying to get her out of the house and hang out at the mall, eating icecreamshe had refused them wit
PretenderI've been playing a part,Pretender2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In this play called religion,
I don't have a spark,
God, I admit it,
And I know what You did,
What You did so I could live,
I know what You did for me,
I know it so keenly; so deeply,
I've been pretending,
That I feel like I should,
That all this smiling,
And self-denying feels good,
So I admit it,
I'm not happy all the time,
God, I give in,
This really hurts, and I wanna cry,
I know it shouldn't, but it does,
And I can't lie,
So here's my feelings; here's my heart,
Lord change my mind,
Won't You cut back into this callous heart of mine,
And change my life,
I've been faking my way,
Through every service with a smile,
Hiding from honesty,
To keep from looking weak,
I've been avoiding You,
I've been holding all my feelings in,
Been hiding behind a disguise,
Saying everything's fine when it isn't,
I've been pretending,
That I feel like I should,
That all this smiling,
And self-denying feels good,
So I admit it,
I'm not happy all the time,
God, I give in,
From Our House to Bob's chp8December 24th had arrived. That meant one more day to make preparations for Bob's Christmas surprise.From Our House to Bob's chp84 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And that meant one more day at keeping the tomato once more oblivious to what was happening around him.
The men finished putting up the lights in every tree in Bob's yard that Friday morning. The women finished their Christmas baking. The children finished their decorations and finished practicing their songs. Larry's father and his sons completed their carving of another manger scene for Bob's yard.
And all day, Bob stayed in his bed. When Larry tried to call, there was no answer. When he checked every window from the outside, including Bob's bedroom, nothing had been disturbed, and those who had done work in the yard reported not to have seen any movement within the house.
So Larry allowed the tomato to rest for the rest of the day.
That evening, at the Christmas Eve service, was the Christmas Pageant that the children, Larry and Bob had put up. Everyone in town was present.
From Our House to Bob's chp4The rest of Monday was incredibly quiet. Bob went back to the bookstore in the afternoon, but he closed early and walked home alone. Junior did not come and visit. Larry did not want to bother him, and decided to go back to the city to pick up his father.From Our House to Bob's chp44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On Tuesday, Larry spent the day with his brothers. They went sliding, skating and even played football in the snow.
He had not seen Bob all day.
In the evening, he spent his time with his father. They had hot chocolate and then they all decorated the Christmas tree. It seemed like the perfect day.
But when he went outside to turn the lights on, Larry looked up at his neighbour's house.
No Christmas lights decorated the outside of the house because Bob had intended to do it with his father. The Christmas tree in the window was still aglow, but there was still no sign of the star at the top. And the only sign of life within the dark house was the light in the room on the second floor. It remained on for a few seconds before being put ou
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
Chapter 1: Odyssey into 2012It's static --Chapter 1: Odyssey into 20124 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
trapped between her fingers, buzzing in her ears.
A heartbeat lost in the echoes of her rib cage.
And yes, of course: the intermittent pounding, the thundering, the rush of blood through her veins.
Was that fear?
She'd once been foolish enough to believe that no one could lure her in to this. A ribbon of smokescreen smiles, flashes of deceptive lies, and she was sold for the price of forever. As the cold air smacks into her face and turns her hair to tangled strands, she struggles to maintain her hold on the tattered calendar. It's ripped from the wall, December 2011 in bold Serif typeface filling the upper left corner. Eight dates circled in red. Eight trials, none of them easy, and her mouth runs dry at the thought. She folds the calendar and slips it into the right pocket of her jeans.
The scribbles of "Zephyr" and "Tokyo", etched so hard onto t
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.
Angrality oneshotThis story is set in the alternate universe I wrote in my other portal fic: Broken Mirror. If you haven't read it or don't plan to, all you need to know it in the world the A.I. and robots are all human instead and vice versa.Angrality oneshot4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I finished that story ( just haven't updated all the chapters yet) and I realized I have veerryyy little angrality, and that's one of the couples I really like.
Well I was drawing them and I drew this one pic that made me come up with this whole thing x.x I'm dead right now because this is seriously the longest continuous thing I've ever written, at 10,000+ words without this authors note T^T and I worked on it all night. XD
I hope I portrayed morality and anger/emotion cores decently! Well, enjoy!
Mora glanced up from her paper work and her head tilted slightly as her eyes wandered over Aaron's face. His bright flame red hair was spiked up and forward, like it had been for a long time. He was bent over the small table, in his s
NakedAnd they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed. (Genesis 2:25)Naked3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm all dressed up,
wearing my finest -
I've made myself pretty for you.
I've put my best dress on
and done myself up,
want to look perfect
to make you fall for me
all over again.
But what is beneath
all the nice, fancy clothes?
Is it not my fear
that you wouldn't care
the way that you do
if you really knew
what I'm hiding beneath?
I hide my imperfections,
cover them up,
veiled and robed,
masked from view.
I want to be perfect
but I hide myself -
my thoughts, my feelings,
opinions you might not like,
things I'm afraid will put you off -
I hide myself
beneath a fine façade,
not trusting you enough.
But I don't want this anymore.
to take off all these clothes,
to strip naked
and stand before you
just as I am,
with every blemish,
every feeling and thought
laid bare before you.
I'll pull off this dishonesty
Not Him - Part 1It’s been a year since she was released from Aperture, and still she watches the sky at night, imagining that somehow he can see her. Imagining that somehow he knows she’s sorry.Not Him - Part 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
She thinks about him all the time, to the point where it interferes with her everyday life. She’s thinking about him now, as she makes her way through a busy sidewalk with a few books in her arms, heading home from the library. People bump against her from all sides, but she pays no attention to them until all of a sudden someone bumps her from the front. She gasps in surprise as her books fall to the ground, and she drops to her knees to gather them up.
“Oh!” The man who bumped her at least has the decency to bend down and help her pick them up, and once she’s got them all back in her arms, she gives him a terse smile and tries to leave, but he’s having none of it. “I’m really sorry! Wasn’t watching where I was going, and, well…I hop
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
The Biggest HeadlinePolitical scandal to natural disasterThe Biggest Headline1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Celebrity news to celebrity gossip
Internet fads to internet icons
New philosophies to more confusion
Rinse and repeat the cycle goes on and on
Rinse and repeat the dirty dishes begin to pile
Rinse and repeat the world tears itself apart
Rinse and repeat the world cries out to the heavens above, "Why don't you do something?"
Headline after headline is nothing but bad news
Headline after headline is getting worse in our homes and in our hearts
Headline after headline the world and its people are struggling to strive
Headline after headline the world only run on its own terms despite its struggle
Headline after headline you become so sick of hearing what's wrong with the world
And while some hide in shame and not willing to make a difference
And while some hide in fear of the world coming down
God says, "I made you to do something."
Headline after headline as you see through His eyes
He hears the cries of the children of the world and yet He loves
Passing Me ByYou are young, they sayPassing Me By4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don't hurry, don't cry
But it feels like the world is
Passing me by
Happy for others
On their big days, I try
Not to feel like the world is
Passing me by
I laugh and I smile
As I wave them goodbye
Still feels like the world is
Passing me by
My heart is confused
I always ask why
Why it feels like the world is
Passing me by
Never a bridesmaid
Never a bride
Feels like the world is
Passing me by
He and SheHe was religion,He and She2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she was the world,
it took her a while,
but she slowly believed.
His verses filled her with a hope,
beyond her wildest dreams.
He was love,
She was society.
He seeped in her structures
built skyscrapers in her skies
and mended the cracks in her fragile bones
He was imagination,
and she was insanity.
together they were the spark
of an idea, that ignited
a blaze on her mountain peaks
He was the winter,
and she warmed him up.
She was the summer,
and he was her shade.
They blended together,
a match set by fate.
Their path was dark,
so they lit a candle
and were burned by its flames.
The autumn of their love
turned into falling leaves,
and she was the victim
of a passion that killed her
in her early years of spring.
Dead Heart (StH OS _ Sonic and Tails brotherly)Dead HeartDead Heart (StH OS _ Sonic and Tails brotherly)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This coldness. This freezing cold was everything my numb body was still able to feel. Who was I? Where was I? With every second it was harder to think straight. Memories blurred. Were mingling with nightmares. Real nightmares.
A strange whirring was in the air. A monotonous noise which laid on my ears like a blanket and consumed everything else. Blinding out.
What was happening? What was this dull throb, which put itself steady to the fore?
Something inside of me struggled against it. Didn’t want to know, what all of that meant. It shouldn’t matter. Here, in this utterly darkness, the world out there was immaterial. Why should I want to go? It was fine here. Here, where everything was numb.
But there was this feeling. At first it was just vague, but the more I focused on it – listening to myself - the stronger it became. It pushed into my mind and I got restless inside of me. What was it that seemed to rip me apart from my stiffness? Why did it want