UnrequitedThere is a congregation of stars in this sky,Unrequited9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as if the dew fell up this morning and stuck,
caught in the filaments of a web woven
by a moon too round and white,
too distantly delicate.
Down in the wet green by your white skin,
your still-life arms wrap me in a cold embrace.
Your fingertips are daggers, cutting up
my insides, my insides twisted up in you.
I shudder and bleed little loves.
I swallow you up and pretend that you dissolve,
wishing you didn't writhe inside my chest
like an angry child's tantrum. The taste
of sweat on my tongue turns my stomach;
I suffer through it for the chance to be near you.
You're whispering something to me,
but I don't want to listen. Those words
you didn't say are licking at my ears
like serpent's tongues, singing sweet
lies to me in someone else's voice.
The Book of Forum, number 1The Book of Forum, number 110 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Forum According to Curran
Creation- or the First
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was more nothing.
Then there was someone's dog, but it went away really fast with our slipper.
And there then was still nothing.
Then there was a great blank stare.
The Great Blank Stare loomed over the blank, gray-green world and decided that something had to come. It took him three days. Well, we SAY it took three days, but who is to say what time is to the Great Blank Stare. To it, there was no day, par se. So let's just say it took a certain amount of time of random thoughts going in and out of its orange head for the decision to be made. Having decided, it then set to work creating the realm of Forum, and the many nations and inhabitants to populate it.
First were the Forums, many in number and layered like the frosting on a bundt cake. The Deviants realm, with its wild growth and cycle of life and death. The fiery and dangerous lands of Complaints, where only the stou
Emerald-Harry Kitty-DMHP slashEmerald-Harry Kitty-DMHP slash8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Harry Potter stared around the Room of Requirement with suspicious green eyes. Hermione had lured him up there with the promise of a wonderful surprise.
The 'surprise' turned out to be two eager Slytherins and one grinning Ronald Weasley.
Harry took one look around the room and turned on his heel, intent on escaping, only to find the way barred as Hermione stood before the exit with a positively evil glint in her eyes, "Now now Harry. Blaise and Pansy aren't going to bite. They just want to see your adorable animagus form."
Harry's eyes widened comically in surprise. The little Traitor! He couldn't believe she'd actually told them about that.
"Yeah, it sounds so cute. I just couldn't believe it." Blaise snickered from behind him.
Harry could feel the heat raise in his cheeks as he shot a glare over his shoulder at the unrepentant Slytherin.
"I can't believe you told them!" He cried in di
I Hate Life When...I Hate Life When...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you have no choice
But to lie –
Especially to your friends
When people cannot accept you
For who you really are,
And you have to continue the act
Just for them.
When your darkest secrets
Are discovered by your friends --
The ones you never wanted to know about it
In the first place.
When you think someone loves you,
Then they go and let you down.
When people think
They know best for you,
When all you want to do
Is follow your heart.
When someone acts
Like your friend,
Like they really care about you,
Then the next day
They go and bitch about you
Behind your back.
When two people,
Who both like each other,
Won't go out with each other.
When the person you care for most
Will never know.
When your family,
Your own flesh and blood,
Turn against you.
Maybe water is thicker than blood?
When people make judgements
On your appearance
Instead of on the way you act.
When others cannot,
And do not,
Listen to your opinions
And simply think that your views
Do not matter.
Are you hungryAre you hungry12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
May I rent your ears for a certain amount of time?
I promise I'll pay a fee that hopefully comes quite near to
what they are worth
Or I can give you those tiny coupons you can exchange at your local store for a new birth.
Things work faster today.Except for me.
I still pretend to be a calm old sea waiting for victims.
Relicts.To explain my behaviour.Ship wretches like long abandonned domino stones stapled.
Children in the court draw arrows to your door
But I spend too much time watching the line itself and cant seem to focus on the direction anymore
And scratch marks in the wood remind me that maybe I should have
followed their calls
But when you leave my love
When you leave this place I'll softly touch your fragile skull
to see if the beauty of your mind
left any signs for me on its porcelain walls
I want life to be my teacher not some kind of weird try
to explain it but the source itself
I dont need any scientific heroes only wanting to help and
in the end you remain with a rope in y
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
SeasonsSeasons9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's getting colder as these leaves descend,
splattering their dyes against the dead chill
of autumn winds; our season is changing
into something unforeseen, so silently still.
So many times I've looked into your eyes,
past that disguise contrived of fake hues,
through these love-sick tears of ignorance.
Now I await the appearance of my muse.
In this hidden place I will wait for you
to set yourself beside me.
Bitter winds may come and go, dragging
with them a coldness in many long nights.
Through the flurry of white innocence,
I can feel our season changing, as it bites
at my skin, pale and delicate without the
sunlight in your smile to heal my heart.
Just bring me back the dawn of youth,
a time of an adolescent devotion's start.
In this sacred hollow my soul tears apart.
Forever I will linger until the light breaks
over the frost of winter's scorn and rage.
Our season is changing, the blossoms
falling across death's lost, solitary stage.
I've gazed into your eyes, past that mask
For You...I met you in a dream onceFor You...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We walked hand in hand
Along the gentle tide of the sea
As it caressed the soft warm sand
This was your dream
A place where you could be alone
But you welcomed me into your dream
As if it were my own
I heard you sing to me once
When my mind was in pain
Your voice soothed my aching muscles
And made me feel strong again
This was your song
One you could sing alone
But you shared with me the melody
As if it were my own
I saw your room once
Decorated in your own cute way
You showed me all your plushies
And made me smile all day
This was your home
Where you could be alone
But you welcomed me in
As if it were my own
And although it seems
That this is all a dream
I am glad for it
This joy I have is how a heart should feel
My heart dreams of you
My soul sings your praises
And the door to my house is open
This is my life
For too long I have been alone
But I offer to share it all with you
As if it were your own
Love -spits-I don't know why people fall in love; it's such a pointless thing,Love -spits-11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We're giving into to childish dreams and imagining,
The sad thing is in the end we all will fall for love's game,
Your good years were wasted away by love, now that's a crying shame.
Finding Strength ShepardxAlenko"You mean a lot to me Kaidan, I love you." Three years. Three absolutely agonizing years Kaidan had waited for Shepard to whisper those three simple words to him. As her hand brushed against his face and he looked into her eyes, she held nothing but affection and admiration for him. There had always been holding back, skirting around the idea, and light playful jokes about it. But when he finally had her sitting in his lap, their gazes locked in each other she finally let him know just how much she cared about him. There was nothing keeping her from him anymore, as he'd long abandoned his philosophy of leaving a way out as well. He no longer wished to be with anyone else, no one else would ever be able to fill him so completely the way Shepard did. He wanted to be hers and hers alone, he wanted to be the man she needed, the man she wanted. It was obvious that Shepard didn't actually need a man to protect her. She could handle herself against just about anything this galaxy could thrFinding Strength ShepardxAlenko3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Deliverance-Chapter 1Deliverance-Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She could almost feel the stares, but she didn't really care; her entire attention was focused on the screen before her. Absently, she thought she would have done better to take this incoming mail upstairs in her cabin, but it had been too late to do that the moment she read the opening line.
"We have someone you're familiar with "
Normally, she'd have dismissed the transmission at once, consider it a cruel, malicious joke or even a scam-there were a lot of those going round the extranet, after all-but she had instead read through it. And she was sure she had been staring at her screen for a goodly amount of time by now; given she normally didn't stand still for this long, it was no wonder people were getting concerned.
"Everything alright, Commander?" a hesitant voice finally asked and she blinked, recognizing it as her appointed assistant. She had been the one to point her to the unread message a few long minutes ago; she nodded, looking up, trying to seem as fo
Lost In The WoodsLost In The Woods4 years ago in Drama More Like This
My lungs are going to explode.
There is no other way to describe it. I need more air but they are incapable of delivering it.
I'm running. Running running running and I cannot stop, they will catch me. My bare feet slip across rain slicked leaves. I am in the forest, water drips from the ebony tendrils plastered to my head, neck, and shoulders. My robes are soaked, weighing me down. I slip off the thick outer layer and shiver, willingly surrendering my body to the cold.
They are after me.
Terror, fear, it is a stench that seeps from my soul to coat the land around me. I am sure they can sense it, they know this smell well, and the howls that pierce the air confirm it.
I am no longer a girl, a mage; I am not considered a person any more.
I am prey, I am the object of desire, and they want me to fall to watch as the mabaris' tear me to pieces.
I stumble over roots and fallen tree branches, my thin hands gripping tree trunks and plant vines. The rough bark scrapes my delicate flesh.
Nowhere To Go But Forward - Shiny ObjectsGarrus stretched out in the MAKO, hands interlocking behind his head as he leaned back, resting his feet on the dashboard and stared out at the lush green landscape before him. It would have been a nice place to vacation one day. Too bad the air would kill all of them if they tried to go out without their helmets.Nowhere To Go But Forward - Shiny Objects3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He glanced over at Shepard in the driver's seat beside him, who was currently drumming the wheel with intent purpose. Probably trying to figure out how she was going to find a single data module in a colony inundated by pyjaks, no doubt. She kept looking down at the radar and then looking back up before returning back to the monitor, brow furrowed. Perhaps it would have been better if the geth had gotten to it first.
"That admiral of yours never wants to send you anywhere nice, does he?"
She sighed, sinking back into her seat, giving up on whatever tactical plan she was trying to come up with. "No, he really doesn't." She reached down and tossed him his rifle. "C'mon. Doubt t
Blood and Thunder: SantinaliaBlood and Thunder: Santinalia3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her fingers, rough from years of sword fighting, gently caress the long, lanky body beside her. Her touch travels from freckle to freckle, sliding over smooth flesh marred occasionaly by scars from darkspawn claws.
He shifts slightly, skin rippling with goosebumps as her nails skim down his spine. This causes her full lips to stretch into a smile, Maeve leaning forward to kiss his shoulder blade.
The pale blue sky visible from her bedroom window is clouding up, snow predicted to fall by evening. All the signs of a gloomy day surround her, but she ignores the feeling of melancholy warring with her newfound joy. Today she will abandon sorrow and embrace happiness for she is done mourning Santinalia, she wants to start celebrating it again. Starting with the man in her bed...
Anders whispers her name as he turns over in his sleep, a slight smile on his peaceful face and she begins to remember life before the Qunari. He needs to smile more she thinks.
He's only partially asleep now, only a
Helicase Helio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA polymerase scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.Helicase2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we pl
A History of PurgatoryFor more than a millennium purgatory's souls wallowed in despair while chaos and confusion ruled the realm. As a dark and barren pit, no sun lit the gray sky and no water gave life to the dry ground.A History of Purgatory4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Souls appeared one by one as they died on Earth. They lingered in purgatory, weeping and cowering, until demon underlings dragged them to the pits of hell. The souls wasted their limited days huddled together for fear of the demons' frequent visits.
One soul broke apart. A soldier. Broad and standing tall in his gleaming armor, he held his spear at the ready and stood watch over the souls. He knew no other course of action.
As always the demon underlings returned to claim more souls. Three feet tall and hairless, the handful of gray and black imps scurried across the land and snickered to themselves.
The soldier bellowed a war cry and charged the creatures.
Startled by this first ever challenge, the underlings scattered, fleeing the enraged warrior and his spear.
Emboldened by the display,
PicturePerfect-Sirius and RemuI woke up, covered in a fine, slick sweat. The scarlet curtains that draped around my bed kept out all other nightly noises, allowing the only sounds to be that of my breathy panting. My hand reached down to touch the golden sheets next to me, finding them damp. I flushed as they moved from my bed to my exposed stomach, touching the cool sweat. They dipped into my pants, coming back out in another sort of liquid. My semen clung to my fingers, sticky in my hands, salty in taste as I brought them to my lips. IPicturePerfect-Sirius and Remu8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
lapped up my own liquids, imaging the semen to be that of another.
My body gave a shudder of pleasure as I finished cleaning myself. I lay back down, settling down into that dampness, and then sat back up. I didn't want to lay in sweat caused by myself only.
I parted the curtains opened and peeked out to the other side of the room. The two beds, belonging to James and Peter, both had their curtains drawn around them, blocking off the pale gleam of moonlight that hit them. There was
AF- True Love's KissOh, you have got to be kidding me, Holly groaned into her com as Artemis Fowl the Second slumbered on in his magic induced sleep on the floor a few feet away. Please, tell me this is one of your inappropriate jokes Foaly.AF- True Love's Kiss6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sorry, the centaurs voice said, really not sounding apologetic at all. If anything, he sounded amused. Yeah, he would.
He wasnt the one in the room with a stupid genius that had stupidly set off the curse on the artifact that they were recovering from a Mudmen museum. He wasnt the one who had had to panic for several minutes when the boy collapsed and looked dead. And he wasnt the one who had to
There isnt any other way to break the curse, Foaly continued, false sympathy coloring his voice. Ive checked all my notes, books, and even the Old Tales. Theres no other cure.
Hollys shoulders slumped. Check again.
Chicken Soup for Arty's SoulIt wasnt that Artemis Fowl never got sick, no, his immune system was not so powerful as to drive away every bacteria that came its way. It was the fact that it took him until well past noon to realize that his voice was gone was what annoyed him so dearly.Chicken Soup for Arty's Soul6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had awoken that day, a bit light headed and oddly cold, but nonetheless, well enough to get out of bed, prepare for the day (making sure to don an extra sweater), and head downstairs for breakfast. Hed sneezed a few times throughout the entire process, but that could easily have been a result of the dust that was shaken up as the twins attempted to clean the housie. The faint tickling sensation in this throat did not necessarily mean he was ill; it could very easily have been a result of not consuming enough liquids the night before.
All in all, Artemis Fowl somehow managed to overlook that fact that he had caught a common cold. Terrific. He couldnt even blame this overlook on anyone else since he had