When I think about you, I remember it all wrong.When I think of that first day, I will always remember the air as being too warm, and your clothes being wrinkled, your hair a complete mess. I remember how your nerves had your every sentence starting with “uhm” and how I hated indecisiveness and you couldn’t make up your mind, and I remember thinking I could do better without you. Now, I know that first impressions aren’t quite as important as they tell you every time you open that front door with your mismatched socks and complimentary sarcasm, armed with a crooked smile and bad grammar. Because if that were true, I would have said hello and goodbye in the same sentence. Hell, if that were true I never would have loved you.When I think about you, I remember it all wrong.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was September before you calmed down enough to look me in the eye when you were talking. My friends kept asking me why I wasting my time with you, but I knew there was something special hidden behind all your short sentences, wrapped inside the bundle of nerves that created you, that he
Fables for the LovelessYou read stories about girls who are supposedly like me. Strange girls. Girls who aren’t beautiful and pre-packaged perfection, girls who wear their sarcasm like a suit of armour, sharp tongues used like rapiers to keep them safe. These are the girls used to being on the side-lines, girls who are never the stars of their own making.Fables for the Loveless6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
And that girl always finds a boy.
She finds a boy that unravels her, who pierces her amour with clever words and beguiling smiles. A boy that somehow chooses her- the strange girl who walks with her eyes down, with shadows in her ribcage and tornadoes in her head. When he kisses her, the universe explodes and her heart is finally thawed.
But in real life, boys like that do not exist.
They are a product of a young girl’s phantasmagoria, of hopes that grow in secret, like a flower in the dark. Hope that refuses to really, truly die, no matter how much poison it’s forced to take in. These magical boys don’t fall for the easy option, the
Date A GirlDate a girl who writes.Date A Girl5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She's quiet, creative, and she can leave you guessing right up to the end yet still wanting more.
Date a girl who camps.
She's always prepared, always up for an adventure, and never afraid to get her hands dirty.
Date a girl who does sports.
Whether it's team or solo, she's got a competitive spirit and she'll fight for what she wants.
Date a girl who reads.
She loves with her whole heart and she has a wealth of knowledge about everything under the sun.
Date a girl who performs.
No matter what it is you know that she's fearless every time she bares her soul to an audience.
Date a girl who's a nerd.
It might sound weird to enjoy science and math classes but she's logical and methodical about everything.
Date a girl who plays music.
She's dedicated to life like she is to her craft and she'll love learning your favourite song.
Date a girl who shops.
She might spend hours getting ready but you know she loves making herself look beautiful for you.
Date a girl who goes
You Are BeautifulYou Are BeautifulYou Are Beautiful2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
To the girl who cuts herself to bleed away the pain,
To the girl who starves herself because she isn’t “skinny enough”.
To the boy who takes drugs to “fit in” with the jock,
To the boy who is bullied for reading his books, rather than play boy magazines,
To the girl who believes she must strip down to nothing to get the love and compassion she yearns for.
To the man who feels like a failure for the lack of money he holds,
To the women who feels out of style for not having the newest trends,
To the teens sniffing drugs because it makes them a part of the “in crowd”,
To the teens who sits alone, because they have no crowd.
To the boy holding the pills in his hand to end his life,
To the girl with the fabric belt around her neck, feeling like she is worthless,
To the man who looks at his life in shame,
To the woman who looks at her life in despair,
To the one who is persecuted for their beliefs,
To the one who is persecuted for t
For Some Reason I Think HomeHe staggered to the ruins, soaked with sweat. Blood dripped into his eyes in crimson rivulets. It was over. He was home now. Fatigue and nostalgia meshed together in a haze of memories and reality. The thick clouds above him blurring and molding together into a dreary gray sky matched his mood.For Some Reason I Think Home2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
How long had it been since he had seen this place: Weeks, months, ages? He ran his hand over the remains of a house wall. The craggy mortar and soft moss beneath his fingers seemed strange. Had this been his home? The toppled chimney behind him was growing a wild garden in the fireplace. Was this really home?
It had been a long journey, there and back again. He had fought and even loved it at times. He had the scars to prove it. He squeezed his arm tighter. More blood seeped through his fingers. The last battle that plagued him was finally over. Disapproval was the only thing that had spared him. The dense air popped his ears, muffling everything but his thoughts.
He ground his teeth at the memo
The Sailor KingOnce upon a time, in a lost land, there was a dying kingdom. In this kingdom was a man known only as the Sailor King. He had three loves: the ocean, his ship, and his beautiful wife. Together, the Sailor King and his queen explored the oceans around their dying kingdom, hoping to find a new homeland for their people.The Sailor King2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, while sailing out further than they ever had before, a huge storm caught them. The waves were tall and angry. The ship was flipped by the sheer force of the water, and the waves were so strong that they pushed it completely upright once again. The Sailor King, who had been clinging to the helm, was unhurt. But once he shook the water from his eyes he came to a horrible realization – his beautiful wife was missing.
The ocean calmed, appeased by the offering of life. Below the ship, weighed down by her dress, the Queen sunk, down to the very bottom of the ocean. As she drifted down, the sea creatures paid their respects, lining up as if at a funeral.