ZomberellaThere are six clumps of my dirty blonde hair left. I sit in front of my vanity, tying different colored bows at the base of each one. I dyed the tips of them my favorite color a while ago -- hotter than hell pink -- so people know I mean business. When I'm done with that, I pinch my cheeks, make kissy faces in the mirror. I'm looking a little dull, I finally decide. I reach below the vanity and pull out my secret weapon: a tub of Crisco. I dig my fingers into the thick white goop and start smearing it on my face. When that's done, I roll a little margarine under my pits and give myself an approving wink with my good eye in the mirror before getting up and prancing downstairs.Zomberella3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mum is sitting at the kitchen table when I skip in. "Heya, Mumsliums!" I holler, giving her a frantic wave. She nods once and waves back as I cut through the tiled kitchen for the mud room to get my tennies from the shoe rack. She doesn't say much anymore, now that she's lost her lower jaw. I shrug and
I Can't Help It.It doesn't matter to youI Can't Help It.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I'm your hundred thousandth pageview
Or your billionth subscriber
Or the first to ever follow
Which is kind of hard to swallow
When every fiber of my being
Is continuously screaming
I hate you.
Well, maybe not hate…
But I do envy you.
Because you're what people want.
You're who they gave a chance.
You're who they want to know.
You are discovered.
And all I get is swept under the rug.
So the next time you need me to propel your popularity
I'll be right here
Already envying you.
DarkI tremble softly,Dark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my voice has fled me,
my courage hath died,
and my heart still vaguely beats.
But I cannot hear it
over the deafening roar of
I am blinded
Someone has turned out the lights.
Or have I passed on
I can't remember anything
but the cool fingers that gripped me
before pulled me under
The whispers of my time coming
I recall them now as I drown
in this sea of Darkness.
It seeps into my skin, my bones,
my heart, my soul.
It drags me, clutching at everything I am
or who I once was.
I cannot fight it,
I cannot try
This doubt, this fear,
I can't pull away as it creeps into my mind.
Memories I once had were stolen from me
Eaten my demons,
my thoughts were all but a feast
and what replaced them was insanity.
I whimper in the dark
as I lose who I am
and become who I'm not
I want to fight,
but who am I try win
a battle already lost?
I see the red eyes approach
grabs my hand
And I can feel again.
breathe deep.i am letting you go.breathe deep.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not in any grand symbolic gesture
or split second epiphany.
it will be quiet
and i will hold my breath.
you will no longer rule my heart.
or haunt my bones
The JobberThe JobberThe Jobber2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am a jobber. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, I am paid to turn up to big-name wrestling matches, be thrown around the ring for a few minutes by whoever is the star-of-the-moment, and then lose in a humiliating fashion so that the ‘main’ wrestler can look like a badass.
If humiliation bothered me, it would be a problem, but quite honestly I am very well rewarded for my few minutes of effort each week, nobody knows who I am, nor will they remember once I leave the ring, so who cares? It’s a slightly odd way to make a living, but as I said, I’m paid extremely well to do it, probably because there aren’t that many people willing to take a beating in front of millions of people and be made to look like a weak, hopeless loser. Personally, I’m perfectly happy to leave with a few bruises, get into my Audi R8, and head to a swanky restaurant for an expensive dinner, before going back to my luxur
Chemical Attractions, Pt IIWe can learn a lot from hydrochloric acid.Chemical Attractions, Pt II4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not the whole dangerously-corrosive part, of course, though I admit that a lot of people probably find us two a bit hard to stomach. A dynamic duo we are not.
What I mean is that dance they do - shy glances across a crowded room (beaker?) as Hydrogen and Chlorine each quietly regret their incompleteness, feeling that hole where another electron ought to be, but never willing to resort to online dating... They were probably lab partners in high school, and then a couple of years later found themselves across the table from one another in that sophomore Shakespeare class, then side-by-side in Differential Equations. But they did their work and answered questions and never made more eye-contact than was necessary.
And then there was that day in the early autumn when Chlorine absent-mindedly collected Hydrogen's laundry from the dryer and started to fold it simply because it was a neighbourly thing to do, and there was that spark of understanding
Story Chapter and Event IdeasTRAVELING AND TRIPS:Story Chapter and Event Ideas6 years ago in Settings More Like This
-Trip to a big city (New York, Tokyo, etc.)
-Gym/Library/Museum/random recreational places
-Lost in an unfamiliar town/city/area
-Racing (in a car, on bicycles, etc)
-Visiting someone's house
-Exploring an abandoned/haunted house
-Going to a concert
-Stranded (car broke down)
-Lost in wilderness
-Discovering a forgotten area
-Wine Tasting/Bar Hopping
EVENTS AND HOLIDAYS:
-Valentine's Day troubles
-Important dinner party
-Weight lifting competition
-Meeting someone new
-Joining a club
-Becoming captain of a sports team
-Stalking a stranger/friend/family member
RxI would prescribe for eachRx3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and every one of you to
spend an uncomfortable amount of time
with someone more medicated than yourself.
It doesn't matter if they see things,
or refuse to feed their guts,
or happen to be so anxious that they
Just lounge around and pretend to drink
untouched coffee. Smoke unlit
cigarettes. Let them choose the
conversation topic; it will be interesting-
It will be about
It will be about
It will be about the kinds of things that
stand over your bed and burrow deep into your
chest with their lighted eyes.
He or she will make the case
that every medicine shares the same
intended side effect of making you
feel better, just long enough until they
start speaking with shadows again
and consider overdosing on sanity.
If I were them, I would
accent this whole conversation by
flicking the light switch
As if it were
day and night
all over again.
Vampires of the Castle beyond Chapter 1Chapter 1 The first meetingVampires of the Castle beyond Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anna was walking up the long path during night fall, walking through some extremely long bushes that starched along her pale delicate skin. She was far away from her town now and she was getting quite tired as well and sore from the bushes that scraped along her body. Straight in front of her was these big black gates that reached lengths so high that it was hard to reach, she ran over to them and started to explore the gates but didn't manage to find nothing, so instead she went into a deep search and found a crumble in the wall that looked like it had not long been made, she opened her eyes in shocked "what's happened here!?" she feels the hole and crouches down, crawls through the gap.
She looks around to see she was in a garden filled with trees and flowers, the trees were quite big and had no leaves to them due to it being winter. The red roses that were once beautiful had shrivelled up into emptiness, that the flower had turned black from the la
MercyOh sweet God how the grasslandMercy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Sing, Laugh, DanceSing like there's no tomorrow.Sing, Laugh, Dance7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laugh like the world is whole.
Dance like your floating on air.
Love like you'll never see them again.
Kiss her like she's slipping away.
Hug him like you're unable to let go.
Make a promise like you intend to keep it.
Smile as if the sun was shining.
Terrible Person In A Terrible WorldTerrible Person In A Terrible WorldTerrible Person In A Terrible World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sweet sound of guilt is surrounding me
In a dark cloud of pain
Nothing around me is what it seems
And no one is who they think they are
Gracefully I say goodbye
In a world so dark that no one can see the truth
And no one can see the impurity of my soul
But what if I do?
Is it not envy if the world is envious?
And is it not anger if the world is angry?
And is it not guilt if the world is guilty?
Darkness stays darkness
Even without the light
And a lucid tear will finally reveal what is
And what never will be
My Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.There’s constantly something wrong with meMy Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can’t look in the mirror for fear I’ll see
Another part of me that I can’t let be
I want to cut it out of my soul
And just live with the gaping hole
Take control and choose to lose
The part of my heart where the insides bruised
I didn’t fall; I was caught by the lonely, crushing darkness
Of this I’m sure; it was there more than you ever were
I don’t know why the love I need
Is flowing in the blood I bleed
Yes, I’m confused and, yes, I’m a mess
Frustrations magnified by stress
I don’t know why I pushed so far
New cuts cover where the old ones are
My scars are scarred, my heart’s in shards
I’m breaking down like a house of cards
I fell already blind into decimating blackness
And used what I could find of my heart as target practice
Koniec musi byc spektakularnyPrzytulił się do rozgrzanej blachy, ignorując nieznośny gorąc. Czuł jak ziemia drżała pod jego skulonym ciałem – widział podskakujące kamyczki, na kilka sekund przed tym, jak zacisnął powieki i zagryzł wargi, niemal je przebijając. Daleki wybuch odbił się silnym podmuchem, rozwiewającym jego skołtunione włosy. Wstrzymał oddech na samą myśl o potędze, jaką musiało mieć w sobie to maleństwo, które właśnie uderzyło w oddalone o wiele kilometrów miasto. Skąd wiedział gdzie użyto tego nowego wynalazku, zwanego UBANE? Poczuł nieznośny uścisk w klatce piersiowej. Syknął i niemalże zwymiotował z bólu, który ścisnął jego serce w rozgrzanym imadle. Skulił się niczym zaszczute zwierzę i wgryzł zęby w zagięty rękaKoniec musi byc spektakularny2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
rememberingRememberingremembering3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I rarely remember the bridge and that lonely evening, where the season was changing its colors, and I stood, like the children stood on snowy days, looking out the window, at those two flocks of geese soaring past the city bridge. I rarely remember the section of the bridge that are your big eyes and straight nose, a smiling mouth with two dimples, the dimples of the boys that are very sweet.
Easily as the boats sway from dock to dock, the water covers the time of our life and the fisherman's oars dissolve our moments. Under our aimless boat is another world, a world split when we made that decision under the liquidating sun. I keep my eyes closed because I want to break like a fever, the way the soft river makes way for everything.
In the transience of the seasonal changes, we have all lost someone.
I told you to forget me, forget the way our movements merged with the twisted arch of a soaring forest, forget the crimson explosions on the print of the breakfast table
Last ConversationLast Conversation Between Lovers 2/6/09Last Conversation7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Let me down gently," she said with
uneven tones and eyes that looked away,
"Somehow I always knew it would end like this."
The wind blew around them in escalating circles.
The mood darkened as the sun moved behind a cloud.
He breathed a heavy sigh.
Deep down he was contemplating escape routes.
"Please let me explain, listen to what
I have to say for once," he pleaded
with wide, earnest eyes.
"Look at me without distraction."
Her reaction was immediate and expected.
Tears welled as she tried to focus just
below his lips.
She could control herself as long as he
did not caress her.
Thunder and lighting trapped in a glass jar
summed up their last two years together.
Yet, she could not mask the longing
in her cracked voice.
"Do I want to know why I am no longer desirable to you?"
she asked without hesitation, "Haven't you hurt me enough?"
That statement stung him to the depths of his marrow.
"Simply put, I've fallen out of love
LifeLife.Life3 years ago in Letters More Like This
What does exactly life mean?
Let me crawl out of my dark corner and spit out my own definition. Let me shed these words before it becomes illegal. Let me crawl out for a moment; after I finish you can toss me and my ripped soul back in my gap. You can laugh at me and my foolish words. You can spit on my face and step on my heart.
And I know you will.
Life is built of silly, great, sweet, glorious, uplifting, cheerful, colored lies that we are used to call dreams. You can claim that I'm insane but try to analyze your dreams for a moment. Try to grab those sweet words you whisper to yourself every night. You can try but it will never become true, just like your dreams. Sure, five people out of twenty-five will see their dreams turning into reality, but for how long? Seeing your dreams turning into reality involves seeing them shatter down to pieces.
You may say that I'm negativist. You may give me examples of people that built up their dreams and lived happily ever after. You
elusive1.20.2013.elusive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this game of chess was never designed to be won
because i have spent months trying to define the color of your eyes
is it the color of american expresso or
the forged calm on a pillow of doubt?
or is it the color of keyholes belonging to lonely artisans who dream
of flying a plane one day, crashing into their dreams
to keep days sane
i efface the imagery of your hands spreading out like wings
there was a storm simmering
over the frost covered campfires in my head
today he spins out scrawling verses on the back of his hand
stretching out notsofar enough to reach the telephone line
in between the screams of implausibility
he tries to forget the girl who left him for a skywalk path
so he builds a paper fort to act strong
carries himself in curt footsteps;
never letting his weight kiss the ground for more than a half-second
behind him i echo his chaos while laughing to unfamiliar jest
he once wished to ramble into the night
about the pent-up fear hidden in his coat pockets
JadwigaTego dnia nawet słońce nie śmiało pokazać się choć na sekundę. Kryło się za gęstymi i ciężkimi burzowymi chmurami, i czekało, aż nadejdzie lepsza pora. Ale czy może ona nadejść w najbliższym czasie? Niewiele osób miało nadzieję, a już na pewno nie Felicja.Jadwiga2 years ago in Romance More Like This
W zamku zapadła głucha cisza. Podobnie jak i na królewskim dworze. Wszyscy czekali na deszcz. Liczyli, że kiedy zimne krople obmyją ich pochmurne twarze to i emocje pójdą precz. Tak więc, tkwili w zadumie i w ciszy. Męczącej ciszy. Takiej, która aż jęczała roznosząc się po długich korytarzach, zaglądając do każdej komnaty. Do komnaty i samej królowej. Komnaty, w której ścianach już nigdy nie obije się jej serdeczny śmiech, donośny krzyk czy subtelne kichnięcie. A ostatnio tylko to było słychać
KlockiPrusy miał ciężki dzień. Myślicie, że zawodowe opierdalanie się należy do zajęć łatwych i przyjemnych?! Otóż nie, moi państwo, to zawód jak każdy inny! Ma tylko parę nieistotnych różnic. Wstaje o nieregularnych godzinach, siedzi przed komputerem, nawalając w strzelanki, które tylko cofają go w rozwoju (zaraz tak się cofnie, że będzie ssać kciuk i kiwać się gdzieś w kącie), żre niezdrowe żarcie, no i jeszcze jedno.Klocki2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Nie robi absolutnie nic pożytecznego.
Ale to nie zmienia faktu, iż wieczorem był padnięty i jedyne o czym marzył to pójść spać (no może znalazłoby się jeszcze kilka innych ciekawych czynności, które mógłby wykonywać, aczkolwiek nie dane mu było). Wlazł pod kołdrę, ziewając ostentacyjnie i pr
Cos, z czyms, bez grzyba IJeżeli Feliks jest słońcem letnim, to Gilbert zdecydowanie odzwierciedla zimowe.Cos, z czyms, bez grzyba I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Blade policzki, wiecznie zimne dłonie, białe włosy.
Jedynie oczy szalały ogniem, spływały krwią, kalały polskie czerwone maki, polskie zboże, polskie delikatne ziemie.
Wiszące nisko na niebie słońce, raniące źrenice, równie szybko przychodziło, co znikało, okolone czystą, zimną bielą. Chociaż gwałtowność, pasja, gorąca głowa nigdy na to nie wskazywały, to jedno było niewątpliwe.
Prusy był zimą.
A Feliks mimo umiłowania dla łąk, pól, wycieczek górskich, morskich fal uderzających o gołe stopy, przyjemnego ciepła ogrzewającego twarz, feerii barw, śpiewów ptaków, wiedział jedno.
Co z tego, że bezsensownie, bez pamięci i ostrożno
Do smierci- Daj sobie spokój i tak nic nie zdziałasz.Do smierci2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Zatrzymałam się w miejscu. Dosłownie i w przenośni. Pytanie tylko, jeśli pytać o to drugie, kiedy to zrobiłam. Kiedy się zatrzymałam? Kiedy wyłączyłam zdrowy rozsądek i kiedy przestałam być czujna? Pozwoliłam mu się omamić… Nie. Nie pozwoliłam. Ja mu po prostu zaufałam. Zaufałam jemu i sobie, chociaż bardziej sobie. Zaufałam temu, za jakiego go uważałam. Zaufałam komuś, kto nigdy nie istniał.
- Kurwa. Zabolało.
Uśmiechnęłam się. Może zrobiłam to odruchowo, może nieświadomie. Uśmiech był zawsze lekarstwem na wszystko. Pomagał wybrnąć z tylu nieprzyjemnych sytuacji, pomagał też tym sytuacjom nastąpić. Ludzie uśmiechają się ciągle, albo nie robią tego wcale. Uśmiech personalizu
Little SecretsIt's dark in here,Little Secrets7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Darker than you know
And it gets darker,
The further down you go
The emotions above,
Are not the same,
As the ones below
(I want to hate me, I want to break me)
I want to disconnect,
And let it all show,
Let my anger out,
Just let it flow
Let the pain and fear,
Make me disappear
It's under the surface,
But it's oh...so near...
My little secrets, I keep,
Buried inside me so deep
They are the evil little things,
That I dream when I sleep
Sometimes they dominate me,
They are so complicating
I want to love myself,
But I'm too busy hating
What would you do...if you knew...
My little secrets?
I wear my emotions,
Just like a shroud,
It's more to keep me in,
Than it is to keep you out
Sometimes I just want to scream...!
Out loud!(Out loud!)(Out loud!)
I want to resurrect,
Who I used to be,
Set the world afire,
With my memories,
A burning testament,
For all to see...
(It's just one...of my little secrets)
My little secrets, I keep,
Inside me so deep
They are the evil little t