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'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
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 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 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 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
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'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
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 - Run3 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,
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
lines for rae armantroutFor instance, an old oak grovelines for rae armantrout9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And to you, Rae, because what appears
is always the cosmic cascading bodies,
torched and tumbling,
and someone screaming evacuate-
meaning rebuild, re-haunt.
Reading about the experiment,
it became evident-
the traffic of moans,
crowds of shadows standing
in the peripheral,
a sense of expectation and dread.
This is how death comes in poems:
The last campfire in the distance goes dark.
Passing Me ByYou are young, they sayPassing Me By3 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
every chance i didn't take IIYou tell him about your cancer on a Sunday,every chance i didn't take II1 year 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.
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.
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.
Human Eridan x Pregnat readerHuman Eridan x Pregnat reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sorry if this has grammar or any spelling mistakes.
You hadn't seen him in weeks due to his work. Eridan worked as a photographer and right now he was his way from cross the country doing photo shots for models. Oh how you miss him.
You set your hand on your belly. You had just found out your wore going to have your beloved Husband's child. One problem though you needed a way to tell him. You twist a strand of you (H/L) (H/C) hair between you fingers.
Suddenly you hear the door open and a fromiller voice speak, “(Y/N) I'm home.” You look over and there is your beloved Eridan. Now you wore panicking because you still had no way of telling him. Then, a pair of arms rapped around your waist. You're now staring in the face of your beloved husband. You smile and kiss his lips gently. He chuckled a little and asked, “Howw havve you been.” You replied,
50 Prompts1. Closure50 Prompts4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
5. The video player
8. Just one more drink
10. And you are?
13. Broken glass
14. The window
16. The guy at the comic store
17. Breaking away
20. "Sentimental git."
21. Easy peasy
22. The guy/girl next door
25. School trip/ vacation
26. Do I have to?
28. Cassette tape
29. Missed call
31. Hotel room
32. New girl/boy
35. One way exit
38. Jump on three
41. Why didn't you wake me?
43. Come alone
44. Lactose intolerant
45. Phone box
47. I will if you will
48. Vest top
49. There's a stranger in my bed
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,
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
Fantasy Writing PromptsFantasy Writing Prompts6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Fantasy Writing Prompts
2.The monster under the bed
3.Falling in love with your food
4.A friends unusual pet
5.Getting something you don't have the money for
6.Lost on your birthday
7.The haunted tavern
8.Cursed with the morphing ability
9.Troubles of a bard
10.Childhood toy turns out to be secret artifact
12.Selling invisible armor
13.Friend bets they can pick up any species at the bar
14.A stranger explains how they have a replica of your weapon
15.A childhood story comes to life
16.Finding a teleporter spell/device
17.Learning a new alphabet
18.Something trying to eat you without provocation
19.Hearing a bard sing your tale
20.A failed adventurer
21.A rulers pet peeve punishment
22.Battle victory music
23.You'll never believe this!
24.A confrontation with innerself
25.Getting a zombie slave for a present
26.You receive a talisman with adverse effects
28.One of your items causes a riot
29.The bigger they are, the harder they
A Lot of Love to GiveSet in the SwitchVerse.A Lot of Love to Give4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello, Doctor." Jackie's voice startled him; he nearly dropped the glasses in his hands. She was sat at the kitchen table with her back to him, sipping coffee as she leafed through a magazine.
"Jackie." He chuckled. "You nearly gave me a heart attack, I think that's the quietest you've ever been."
"Oi, cheeky." She turned the page of the magazine she was reading. "Sometimes I like to have some peace and quiet, need some relaxation."
He made his way over to the sink and filled the two glasses from the tap. "It's alright for some; Rose has got me fetching her drinks and snacks and doing whatever Tony wants for his games." He pulled a chair out and sat himself at the table.
"You're telling me? I'm their mother. At least Rose makes a good babysitter." She finally looked up from the magazine, smiling at him. "But no it's good, I love that they're so close and it's lovely that you get along with him to