Secrets - A Dark Flame Story Some say Gale City is the worst place to live in the whole United States. I've been living here since I was two years old. Considering I'm ten now, I guess that's not a long time, but eight years is usually long enough to get to know a place. Before I was placed in Gale—and I can really remember that far back—I used to live in Chicago. My mom and stepdad and four sisters lived in a two bedroom apartment in the projects. It was clean and we had food to eat. The problem was that dad always needed money to pay for the "junk." Back then, I never understood why anyone would want to buy garbage. I now know that junk doesn't mean trash, but it is garbage, and people pay through the nose for it.Secrets - A Dark Flame Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe you're wondering how a kid can know so much. Well, in Gale you learn to know or you end up doing something bad—and ten years old is too young to die. I've always picked up things fast, and I don't even watch t.v. that much. Bobby Brali and me
SoakingI remember everything about that night. The tiny details- the time on the dashboard (10:12),Soaking4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the last lyric I heard ("Come back down here, I'll show you where it hurts"),
the color of the car coming at us(red)- stick with me more than anything.
And then Grace's words, her last words on this earth-"David, look out!"-before the headlights swallowed everything whole.
I remember her hand suddenly reaching up and grabbing mine, the way she looked into my eyes in that last second before the darkness set in, her face full of calm and love and acceptance rather than panic, as if she knew that that was the last image I would have of her.
As if she knew what was waiting for her.
As if she had accepted it.
On the day that they buried her, the sky cried with the mourners and got everyone's fancy black shoes wet as they stood in the grass around her final resting place with their umbrellas up, creating a black wall between the beautiful dead and the sky she'd loved so much.
I went without an umbrel
Gaze"Have you ever wished on a shooting star?"Gaze4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"No. A star can do nothing to change my life."
"It's not the star that changes your life; it's the wish that brings hope to the impossible."
Suggestions (Avengers x Reader)Another one of those boring days started with a meeting. Fury had called the whole team in early in the morning and you could have sworn he did it on purpose. He didn't have to call you at five in the bloody morning.Suggestions (Avengers x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The meeting was for a simple question: how can we make things better?
"Discuss it amongst yourself and I'll be back in twenty," Director Fury told the room before closing the door behind him.
The room went silent except for the cogs you thought you heard turning in everyone's head. "I say not making meetings this early."
"I agree, it should be closer to night with alcohol and strippers." Everyone rolled their eyes at Tony.
"He could always bring us some donuts or something." You would have expected that from Thor, not Steve.
"Maybe shock collars for stupid questions or ideas," Natasha said, earning her looks from around the room.
Barton piped up, "kinky. I'll remember that for later."
"Bruce what do you think?" You looked over to the fidgeting man.
"Well, I-I think he shou
16 Moons16 moons.16 Moons4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The claiming day.
Whose to go?
And whose to stay?
From golden eyes
Only the light knows.
One eye golden.
One eye green.
Both darkness and light
Can be seen.
Gold or green?
Which will appear?
Return of Jeff the KillerIn the time he’d been away, he noticed the internet had filled with pictures of him.Return of Jeff the Killer1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was quite flattering actually at first. Fanart of him facing the viewer, his knife dripping with blood. He loved those pictures the most, but eventually, those pictures just started to disappear while being replaced with other pictures.
“Sexy Jeff the Killer”. Stories of a girl who loves him. People who wanted to get in his pants, NO!
“I’m a killer, dammit,” he would find himself whispering to nobody. “A killer!”
Of course, he hadn’t done much killing since he’d came back. That brief encounter with the faceless thing in the forest had taken its toll on him, and that fight with that Jane person… it seemed like he was nothing in the world compared to all these powerful and destructive forces.
Now here he was, crouched in the darkness in an abandoned factory. A few people had come in to investigate the strange occurrences, but they all
Body: The ResurrectionBody: The Resurrection1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Body: The Resurrection
I practice an art-
You left a trail of scars-
That I'm erasing
A journey that remains endless
As long as life is aligned with time
Another day presents more challenges
And I endure another hard-earned night of sighs
I believe in destiny
And the justified possibilities
I put faith in fate
So I have reasons to get through pains
I abide by hope
So I'll never again let go
I indulge in dreams
And the infinite realities
I've walked through fires / I've lost many desires
Each path weakens / Each tear strengthens
I've watched countless storms / I've survived every breakdown
My soul's shape reforms / New lessons are found
I speak with honesty
So secrets will never come to be
I walk beside empowerment
Because torment will never have my consent
I protect what's oppressed
Hatred will never touch what's sacred
I convince the unbroken
And awaken the sparks that are hidden with
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
PianistPianist3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His fingertips splashed through the ivory keys
With ripples that scattered in rows
While windows bloomed petals of watery pinks
Each kissing his cheeks with a glow
Releasing his notes like a bird caged in spring
He untangled the keys from their din
Making sense of a sequence not meant to be seen
He etches them deep in his skin.
He performs for the windows and plays for the halls
The curtains will sway in his song
The picture frames quiver and jump from the walls
Beneath the great rush of his palms.
So I open my window, before I lay rest
Just to capture a trace of his spawn
It's been years since I've heard it, but still I await
for the chime of the Pianist's song.
Seventeen MoonsSeventeen moons, seventeen years,Seventeen Moons4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Eyes where Dark or Light appears,
Gold for yes and green for no,
Seventeen the last to know...
Seventeen moons, seventeen turns,
Eyes so dark and bright it burns,
Time is high but one is higher,
Draws the moon into the fire...
Seventeen moons, seventeen fears,
Pain of death and shame of tears,
Find the marker, walk the mile,
Seventeen know just exile...
Seventeen moons, seventeen spheres,
The moon before her time appears,
Hearts will go and stars will follow,
One is broken, One is hollow...
Seventeen moons, seventeen years
Know the loss, stay the fears
Wait for him and he appears
Seventeen moons, seventeen tears...
Eighteen Moons, eighteen spheres,
From the world beyond the years,
One Unchosen, death or birth,
A Broken Day awaits the Earth...
Seventeen CandlesSeventeen Candles3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Seventeen candles mark the day
Nine months since you've gone away
Quickly you came and quickly you went
All your days have been spent
There are no more tears and sad goodbyes
Only truths and fading lies
One stands out among the rest
One that surely is the best
We will miss you, this is true
For you, are the sparrow, the one who flew
I Am LokiI Am Loki1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the outcast of my family.
I am the second child, the one not regarded.
I am always doubted, never trusted.
I am the one who is looked down upon for being different.
Between my brother and I, I am the one that thinks things through.
I am known to get what I want, because I do what it takes.
My brother is well known by nearly all
And praised by many.
People know me to tell me the grandeur of my brother,
As if I do not already know.
Little do they know that I have more to offer.
I hide my feelings for fear of getting hurt.
I have built a wall to protect myself from pain.
I will not admit when I am hurt, for jesting is all they will do.
For this I am deemed uncaring, because uncaring is what I am
If I do not wish to show how I feel.
I am the one that people question,
I am the one whose reputation is dark.
I am a mystery that people fear to search for the light of.
For they think I am truly wicked.
But am I wicked? Not in my heart.
The fašade I have built is what people see.
And so it
His name was JimHis name was Jim1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All were gathered 'round the fire when someone asked: "Where's Jim?
It's cold as hell out here and could someone look for him?"
Ragged Sally volunteered and Uncle Buck did too.
Together they would look for Jim down Second avenue.
Up and down and round and round but Jim was nowhere seen.
For supper he was always game and late he'd never been.
A cold wind blew as snowflakes fell upon the icy street.
Just one more round they'd make before they would concede defeat.
Sally thought she'd heard a cry, or was it just the wind?
Buck thought best to head on back, next morning try again.
As they passed the little bridge 'bove Second avenue,
Buck saw something moving on the pavement down below.
There lay Jim in his crumpled vest, his eyes toward the sky.
They rushed to him but 'twas too late, they both began to cry.
He never mentioned family or gave out his last name.
To think he'd died without their love was truly quite a shame.
The paper said a homeless man was found under a bridge.
The paper le
A Promise She Made With DeathShe was conceived on the edge of a mirror,A Promise She Made With Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lined with pretty white lace,
that burned the inside of her parents' nostrils.
She was born with a hole in her heart,
that the doctor's never noticed,
and no one bothered to fill.
She met Death on the playground,
when kindergarten was bending her bones.
Enticed by the glinting of his scythe,
as it preyed on a malformed baby rabbit.
She made a pinky promise with him,
swearing that she'd never forget his face.
He came and went,
swayed by corpse breaths
and east-coast winds,
but always leaving her alone.
He showed her how to hurt,
in the worst kind of way.
And each time,
he paid her a visit,
he'd take someone back with him.
She often asked where he would go,
when his curled claws would drag her mother,
and every love she'd ever fallen for,
into the darkness that he crawled from.
All he'd say,
was that she'd find them again someday,
and that he would take her to them, personally.
But as February,
of her fourteenth year,
The FearThe day was a fair one, when changes aboundThe Fear2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sun cast its smile on her face
She lived like no other, in regions of sound
A child in the loveliest place
But as her head lifted, the glow fell away
Her heart skipped a beat in alarm
The shadows of darkness were longing to play
The moon seemed a beacon of harm
"I'm tired," she whispered. "I just want to sleep
But oh, God, I pay such a price
With no sweet distractions, I'm in the King's keep
And I'm trapped, all alone, in his eyes."
She curled up, lost in her thoughts and despair
No warm touch or words gave her peace
The King set her off, with a gentleman's flair
(But he'd drawn her the darkest of dreams)
A lion that lay with its head all amok
A scream that leaked blood from her soul
A house that caught fire, a corpse on the rocks
A little boy dizzy with cold
A room with no meaning, a cliff with no life
A Reaper that started too late
A man chasing children with armies of knives
A jungle that chose her as bait
The dreams rolled