Alone Under Heaven (Part 1)Alone Under Heaven (Part 1)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun had just started dipping behind the peaks in the distance, throwing magnificent colors across the clouds and the sky. The beautiful hawthorn tree beside him seemed to shine an array of colors in the waning light. A gentle breeze swept past his cheek, bringing the scent of the mountains to his nostrils. Everything was right. Everything was perfect.
And also boring.
He'd been here too many times to remember. He took a step and was now in a different place. A gorgeous palace of a building. From the looks of it, a church or masque turned museum. He was now in a place once known as Istanbul; he walked along the marble floor, chandeliers hanging from the ornate ceiling, breathtaking artwork detailed every corner. He took another step, now standing in water. A thick, humid breeze pushed against his face, causing his hair to flow with it. Surrounding him on all sides was the architecture of an ancient stone building. Another step; standin
Ghosts Of The PastLuther got out of the car, clutching a bouquet of flowers with one hand.Ghosts Of The Past2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He then walked slowly to the cemetery, a sombre look attached on his face,
as he walked towards the older parts of the cemetery, he sighed to himself
over what he was doing.
"It's ridiculous," he thought to himself. "I should really let go, but I can't.
It feels like a hundred years already."
He walked slowly through the cemetery, the silence and darkness provided a familiar
background for his night time excursion. He then moved towards a set of tombstones,
scanning them for a particular name, before he found out.
Eleanor Bethel, it read, Born 1900, died 1978. Beloved daughter, wife, mother, and grandmother.
Luther placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone, and sighed. "I miss you, Ellie.
It's hard being alone in the darkness. I don't know why I keep on doing this, but...
I guess it's really hard letting go."
As he started to walk away from the tombstone, he heard someone clearing their throat.
Seven skulls of deathHanging from a golden chainSeven skulls of death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The skulls tell their tales
All the sorrow and the pain
Revealed behind their veils
The first skull is a hero's own
His, who died in vain
To no one he had ever shown
The tears he hid in rain
By the time that he was gone
He'd uncovered a cruel game
He may have thought that he'd won
But no one remembered his name
The second skull belonged to her
The girl whose heart was pure
To her, all evil was a blur
She was an angel, that's for sure
One winter's night when down she lay
The girl drew her last breath
From her birth, her life now play
'Til her untimely death
The third one glares with pitch black eyes
She betrayed her only friend
Not being able to bear the lies
Her own life, she would end
It was too late when she was found
The deed, it had been done
Her body lay lifeless on the ground
Her hand held a smoking gun
The fourth one died from righteous act
He was brought to the chair
A punishment it was, in fact
But it was far from fair
They went by the law of Moses
Locked and LoadedI am broken. I’m a waste.Locked and Loaded2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me something I don’t know
Say it to my face
You think you know me better
‘Cause of things you don’t remember
You’re trying to make me hurt
My self-esteem’s in the dirt
Pick out all my flaws and laugh at every one
I’m just a stubborn kid with a loaded gun
In the middle of the desert
Taking shots at the sun
But my body is the M16
My mouth is the trigger
My lungs; the magazine
And if you can’t already see
I’m about ready
To go on a killing spree
If you can’t shut up long enough
To hear what I have to say
Then I’m locked and loaded
Have a nice day.
Ghost Town?Walking along the road to Daren, I wondered for the millionth time if I was doing the right thing. Leaving my parents' house was a big step towards freedom, an important step. Of course, I'd slipped off with my few belongings and my life's savings, leaving only a note of farewell. There must have been a better way to do that, but I'd chosen the easy way out. Again.Ghost Town?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pushing my glasses further up on the bridge of my nose, I wished I'd at least thought to have a place waiting for me. Instead I was wandering off aimlessly without a place to call my own. Typical KittySib behavior.
A ragged looking warrior with a haunted expression hailed me. "Miss! Where are you headed?" I bit my lip and looked past him at the path to Daren. He followed my gaze and paled. "Please don't go there! I am the only survivor of the massacre. I Everyone is dead or gone. Please don't go there!"
"Why not? If everyone is gone then it must be safe now. Right?"
We were alone on the road. He stopped in front of
Who's the Monster Now?It'll never change, will it? Naruto thought sadly as he was wrenched into the shadowy depths of an alley and a fist collided painfully with his jaw, sending him crashing to the floor. They'll never see through the Kyuubi. I'll always be a monster to them.Who's the Monster Now?10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Looking up, he noticed four ANBU looking down at him, probably smirking, although he couldn't tell since they wore their masks. One of them kicked him in the stomach and he winced, but didn't cry out. He was used to this. He'd hoped it would stop when he became a Chuunin, but it hadn't before, so why would it now?
He would've hurt them back, but then it would just be proving them right. Proving that he was a monster. So instead, he lay on the ground and tucked his knees closer to his chest, enduring it. He would just take it, and wait for them to go away.
One of them kicked him in the temple and colours flashed before his eyes. He covered his head with his hands, unwilling to allow them to injure that part
Death's Garden (A Short Story)The midday sun hung like a single flaming eye in the burning azure sky. My rough-spun robes of coarse hessian trailed lazily in the dusty sands. I had been walking for hours, and even the sap in my gnarled walking staff seemed to boil in this inhospitable terrain. I paused and sat carefully upon an ancient weather-whipped rock. Every bone in my worn-out body ached and throbbed. I reached for a battered old flask, uncorked the stopper and tipped the contents down my parched throat - nothing. It was empty. Sighing, I slowly stood upward again; sinews and joints groaning and creaking noisy protestations. Lately I was beginning to feel the weight of my years pushing down heavily upon my spin like a mounting load of bricks. Every time I made this journey, I though it would be my last. Perhaps today I was right.Death's Garden (A Short Story)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I scanned the horizon. The cottage should be here. Despair, fear and loneliness curdled in my stomach. I was lost. I gazed to the South, as the heat wavered and flickered, swimming q
When I Shall DieWhen I shall dieWhen I Shall Die2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask not for a coffin
To display my mortal body
To the Earth beneath.
I ask not for a funeral
A celebration of my life and memory
Though both would be soon forgotten
I ask not for roses nor lilies
To slowly rot away in coherence with me.
When I shall die
I merely ask for a stone
With my name etched onto its soul
And of this stone I beg,
To remember me
Remember I was here , that I existed,
For all eternity.
HimI fell in love with a boy with hair as dark as night.Him1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eyes that shone and sparkled
A smile that would make you swoon.
He taught me many things about life
How to reach out to others, how to rely and depend, how to be independent and rebellious
But mainly about being in an unrequited love, yet he knew how to keep you close despite the pain
Like being on a leash with a metal pole inside
Deceptively long, long enough to let you feel that you can run far away
But never close enough to be able to touch, to affect
He had words that could make you feel so beautiful, exquisite and cherished
Yet never good enough for him
He knew how to make you feel that it was his scarred heart that stopped him from reaching out to you
That it really wasn't you, but him.
The inadequacy he made you feel was strong enough to never hope for too much, for a chance
But not so worthless that things could never change
A false hope that you would cling so hard to.
He was beautiful, in different ways to different people
HideTo hide who you are from the world is to hide who you are from yourself.Hide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We Are HumanHumans fear many things. For a species that has taken over the world, numbers upwards of seven billion, one would think we would have nothing to fear. We’re at the top of the food chain…right?We Are Human1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
And yet we fear.
We’re many sided and have many layers. We’ve created many things, both terrible and great.
Fear is a funny thing. It sneaks up on you. It strains your lungs, thickens the beat of your heart. It sends chills up your spine; it makes it hard to swallow, to think. Fear can make you run. It can make you scream. Fear is a powerful force, hard to tame, hard to ignore.
It can freeze you as a knife comes down, or it can make you lightning fast.
Some fears are simple. The fear of a snake, slithering through the weeds. The fear of a spider, its eight legs treading lightly up your leg. The fear of the dark, pressing all around and hiding that which lurks in its shadows.
There are many fears, fear of life, of death, of l
Six Word Story: SaleSale: One bruised and cracked heart.Six Word Story: Sale1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Hercules: The Conquest of the Nemean LionRecreation of the Journeys of HeraclesHercules: The Conquest of the Nemean Lion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Conquest of the Nemean Lion
The chickens squawked noisily as I threw handfuls of grains upon the clamoring, feathery flock. Feeding the chickens was a daily chore of mine, and although it was much preferred to, say, mucking out the pigsty, I still despised it. I was meant for much greater things; although just seventeen years of age, I was stronger than the strongest man, with a brain to match. Yet here I was, doing the work of a lowly farmhand. It was not enough. I was meant to be a warrior.
"Heracles? Are you done yet?" my uncle's voice called earnestly. "Your aunt's made shepherd pie, you don't want to miss that, now do you?" "Coming," I answered quickly, all thoughts of my rightful place fading away in the hopes of the succulent pie. I hastily herded the birds into the coop, not bothering to lock the door properly: the biggest mistake I could have made.
When I came back, belly full of warm pie, I found the coop devo
Immortal painLook into my heart, where sins are stackedImmortal pain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burning alive, it's turning black
Desperate, the knife cuts deeper
But no amount of blood is enough for the Reaper
Others see a heart so cold
But it's an inferno tormenting my soul
Shoots pillars of fire through my chest
Never allows me to rest
Prince of evil, Satan's son
Most trusted friend holding the gun
Bullet flies through my brain
But I regenerate again
Left alone, here I lie
Could you not live and let me die?
Set me free, give me the gun
Make someone else your Chosen One
Desperate, the knife cuts deeper
But no amount of blood is enough for the Reaper
We WishWe wish,We Wish1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We wish for life.
We Wish for wealth.
We wish for love.
We wish upon a star,
To make dreams come true,
To make life brighter,
We wish for health.
We wish for fame.
We wish as flip the coin into the well,
For such a small token we want grand things,
We wish for all matter of things,
Big and small,
We wish because we’d rather wish than grab our dreams,
And make them come true ourselves,
We wish for a job that we love,
We wish for happiness,
When happiness cannot be wished for,
We wish for things that cannot be granted,
We should take our lives by the hand,
And show it where we want to be,
What are dreams are,
What we wish upon that star,
Should be something we’re willing to fight for,
Yet we wish,
And dream and wish,
What do you wish?
Secret WishesLive for a day,Secret Wishes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Far beyond the sun.
Live for a night,
Hidden on the dark of the moon.
Live for tomorrow’s unknown,
And yesterday’s memories.
Fly on your dreams,
Awake and asleep.
Fight for your soul,
If you lose it, no one will know.
Swim deep in an ocean of tears,
Shed for broken dreams,
And faces unseen.
Find the heart that beats in the dark,
Cup it gently-it will shatter if jarred.
Whisper secrets as it beats,
Slow and deep,
Haunting wishes slip away,
As the heart tears them away.
Hold tight, weary man,
For the end has not yet come,
Riches still to be discovered,
In this world of wonder.
Ancient voices whisper,
Their lives hidden deep,
Their mysteries still uncovered,
Deep within the past.
Ghost of yesterday slip past,
Their broken souls weep,
For dreams unknown,
While your heart still beats,
And your mind still thinks,
Know an answer’s always there.
Lose not your dreams in misery,
Hold them tight and still believe,
That one day they will come to pass,
In this thre
UntitledJack was a man, once brave and youngUntitled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Handsome locks, the smoothest tongue
He came to lead an artist's life
Got neither money nor a wife
Our Jack tries to stand tall
Writes his words on the wall
He sends a wish down the well
Paints another picture of Hell
In this world he's all alone
How to see a light that never shone?
He hears the questions no one asked
To answer them, he grabs the flask
Jack hides in his shelter, still
Thinks he's healthy but he's ill
Somebody is calling his name
It's that devil in the frame
Today what's left is the shack
That once belonged to our Jack
And they who thought his words were small
Now read the bloody writings on his wall
Our WorldWe live in a world,Our World1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Speeding towards demise.
Brutal truth.Happiness is obtained by being grateful for what you've got.Brutal truth.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And then you find yourself drinking until you vomit blood just not to rot.
MusicMusic is the one constant in this world of uncertainty.Music1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Beast in the CaveWhat was once left, has become my rightThe Beast in the Cave1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that which was right has been replaced
by solid stone.
And my plight echoing
in the darkness.
To my terrible conclusion, I am completely lost.
No mere metaphor unfortunately, but in actuality
in the depths of a cave.
Nevermore to see the sun.
Hope lost to the darkness encroaching,
surely my demise approaching.
Why oh why did I forsake the footsteps
of my companions?
I should applaud myself for losing them
so brilliantly, like the very light I seek.
No one to blame in the dark but myself,
my thoughts bound to me, suffocating.
My flashlight has expired,
but not my desire to survive
found in each unsure footstep treading
just so, so as not to the earth let go.
Freefall into the abyss, the way I’m spiraling
into my own mind.
To save my thoughts I focus on what once was,
the remains of a village history forgot in these caverns.
The people who dwelled here now only a memory
of the cave itself.
More victims swallowed up by time
How?How does one manage to cut their skin?How?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tear the veins that run within?
How do you carefully steal a knife?
The tool that's used to end your life?
How do you hide from prying eyes?
How do you muffle your painful cries?
Where do you cut so that no one will see?
So no one at school will question me?
How long does it take to disappear?
A day, a month or even a year?
How does one pretend not to care?
Pretend to read but simply stare?
How does one refrain from eating?
But not act like you're competing?
How does one fill the great black hole?
Without the hunger taking its toll?
How do you make yourself violently sick?
How do you get your body to tick?
I've tried before but there's one small snag,
All I can manage is a pitiful gag.
But perhaps the question I should ask,
Rather than how to complete this task,
Maybe I should just sit down and cry,
And ask myself not how but why?