percabeth momentsThe Lightning Thiefpercabeth moments5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The last thing I remember is collapsing on a wooden porch, looking at a ceiling fan circling above me, moths flying around a yellow light, the stern faces of a familiar-looking bearded man and a pretty girl, her blond hair curled like a princess's. They both looked down at me, and the girl said, "He's the one. He must be."
She was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. wither her deep tan and her curl blond hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the image. They were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.
She glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something lik
Wannabe"Chinese?"Wannabe5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Brennan squinted her eyes at him, and Booth grinned. "Thai?"
"Something with noodles, Bones."
"So long as it isn't Chinese or Thai," Brennan said, making a face. "I am sick and tired of Chinese and Thai."
She was opening her mouth to say something along the lines of "fine, but -- " when there was a dull crack from somewhere behind her, like a baseball bat in a stadium, and then she was spinning towards the ground. She struck the asphalt and bounced, once, with the force of the shot, before her nerve endings finally caught up and her shoulder blazed with pain.
There was a furious shout, and a quick repartee of gunfire that she recognized as belonging to Booth's sidearm. A muffled oath followed, and when he neither left her side nor reached for his cell phone, she knew whoever had shot her must have gotten away.
"Bones," Booth said quietly. "Bones? Can you hear me?"
"Yes," Brennan whispered, her voice tight.
"I'm going to get you to the hospi
Life - FringeIt was always going to happen, eventually. That one day she'd leave on an operation and never come back.Life - Fringe4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Broyles assigned another, new agent to work with them after they lost Olivia. Agent Richard Baker swooped in to their lab with proclamations of how things around here were going to run and his way of talking to Walter like a child and making jokes about the friend they'd just lost that made even Broyles scowl in disbelief. And in the end he couldn't hack it. Agent Baker lasted six weeks in Fringe Division, after which Broyles took to dealing with them more directly. Nobody could replace Olivia, so why try.
Walter changed. He retreated inside himself, performing his experiments in subdue and keeping his previously colourful explanations to a minimum. The spirit in his voice disappeared, replaced with something much more penitent. The glint of newfound freedom in his eyes is gone now, too.
It was another year and a half before Astrid left the FBI entir
Why Not?"The stars would still shine, and the Earth would still turn, so why not?"Why Not?5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, what about the way your best friend's sister or brother will scream their lungs out, throw up, and cry to their deaths because they can't believe that you're gone.
What about the way your best friend will cry everywhere she goes, because every single step reminds her of what you did.
What about the way that your friends can't even say anything anymore, anywhere they go, because the only thing that they can be reminded of are your bloody wrists and your limp body hanging from the ceiling by a rope.
What about the way your ex boyfriend or girlfriend will run to your house and into your room, burying his face in your clothes, trying to savor the last of your scent because that's the only thing he'll have left of you.
What about the way your long-distance girlfriend or boyfriend will fly to your state and stumble into your house, screaming and crying and throwing up because the last thing you sent the
Lara vs The Savage PackFirst Appeared: Monday, 13th, September ‘Wooden Pews’ online news aggregatorLara vs The Savage Pack1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Heaviest Change by Lara Craft.
When Barry Finbarr (the editor-in-chief and owner of the Wooden Pews) first asked me to write about my experiences of the so-called Lupin virus I must admit I had to think about it for a long time. Not because I do not want people to know what it is like to have suffered through this outbreak. Nor because I am worried about the attention it will bring.
My concern is due to the secrets that I have had to carry because of it that I have not discussed with anyone. What I will reveal here may never make it to print because of what I have done, and seen done at the hands of others.
To give a little background, my childhood couldn’t be considered difficult. I have loving parents and a sister with which I am very close. As children we would play with our dolls and pony figurines like any girls our age, dreaming of handsome princes
Quietly suicidal."Those things'll kill you,Quietly suicidal.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I'm counting on it, sweetheart."
Things I'll tell you when you're older.The monstersThings I'll tell you when you're older.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't fit under beds
It's Easy To BullyWhen I first bullied,It's Easy To Bully11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did so with a click of a mouse,
and a press of a key.
Through the computer,
my “harmless” words assaulted your
The next time I bullied,
was easier than before.
Like a loaded gun,
I hurled my harsh words at your
Like a bullet to a brain,
your emotions exploded,
and flooded onto the ground,
like a gentle rain.
After that, you become stoic and emotionless,
dressed in black,
and scarred your wrist like rugged train tracks.
I thought it was funny, so I decided to cruel,
I punched, and shoved you,
made you out to be the fool.
This time was harder, because you didn't react,
you allowed me to hit you, and you refused to fight back.
So harder I tried, I pulled your hair, I called you gay,
and I treated you unfair.
I kicked you in the ribs, nearly broke your back,
and through all of my assaulting, you refused to fight back.
I guess you couldn't take it, I guess I went to far,
for that following weekend, you stabbed your right arm.
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
Horses, HorsesHorses, Horses10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the window in my mind
as I watch from behind my closing eyes
with the joys of happiness dripping through my veins
I see charging violently,
With their eyes full on fire.
I see horses.
Brilliant bright lights blinding.
Horses, horses blinding me softly.
emitting from their shining bodies
and rhythm sounding powerfully
from large elegant hooves.
Bright, shining light
from their glowing silver bodies.
from brilliant black outlines.
Freedom ebbing from pulsing veins
reverting back toward my gaze
feelings of wonder.
bright and shining,
free and wild.
They gallop from within my weak grip
And disappear as I awaken my eyes
To view their full, great beauty.
But they have gone.
They have flown.
Stretching out powerful strides
running from this mist,
that surrounds me.
They have gone.
Left me alone.
They were horses, horses
Free before my eyes.
On fire with beauty
the drifterthe drifter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i tried to tell you that Marley was a ghost,
but you wanted to walk with wings
across gleaming midnight.
How marvelous, this stone stands
sturdy and musty; this glorious church holding up a ticking sun
that slowly cracks the trippy stained glass.
you drilled way below the church stone,
and found dried palm leaves and old joints
like clues to the map of an exceptional life.
I love this torrential literature,
I love a racing heart.
i cannot sleep, i keep dreaming,
ezekiel's visions leave me breathless.
Take it up with the Big Man.
Surely the cannabis creator
must exude a presence that lingers on synapses.
i've lost my ability to fly.
a tender sky with reddening clouds,
the sights of death give birth to no life.
Well, I'm l
22don't you dare221 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
leave fake flowers over my grave
allow the weeds to grow and envelop me
because I will always be a sanctuary
for infectious things
A Sonnet in Lolspeak ~A Sonnet in Lolspeak~A Sonnet in Lolspeak5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dey sez we kittehs iz not gud wif speach,
Dat we spellz bad, dun yuse teh grammerz well,
An even sumtiems dey get madz and yell
Dat we shud tawk liek normulz, tryna preech
Dere "propur" ingleesh in dere kommentz on
Teh YooToobs and such playses on teh net
Cuz dey (tho we did nothinz) wanna get
Us off teh webz. Dey's mean an want us gawn.
But kittehs dun so eesly get deterrd,
O noes, an so dey griypes and griypes and griypes
But stilz we stays and stilz we can has tipez,
An tipez in lolspeek, yoosinz ar weerd wurds.
So tho dey will complayns, try as dey mey
We iz not leevinz, we iz heer to stay.
Invisible WingsYou give me wingsInvisible Wings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I may know
what its like
you shall never take to the skies
and your passion
The ancient blood
running in your veins
Ignites the fires
Gone cold in me
You give me a glimpse
of such pure wild
and little understood
Its a bond that cannot be described
in such empty words
Your back is unyielding
Your muscles unmatched
Carries me with
Blackbox of a Euclidean (air)PlaneLove like a luxury coupe with a glass frame, false controlsBlackbox of a Euclidean (air)Plane1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and doors welded tighter than a deafly-tuned E string,
it's wild to think a summer's worth of fuel thrusted
us far enough to get
does our smoke blur the lens
after we burn out?
Twisted and leaking emotion, we
leave a messy afterimage streaming behind us; crossing
and recrossing like power-lines in a rainstorm.
It could've been the drugs but
I’ve seen a bridge
survive, pristine in agony, long after the sea swallowed its once-
touching islands in a molten gulp.
The vaulted ribcage of an ancient giant, the bridge bled shadows on both ruins
when the sun splintered through the dusk just
Sabotage & speculation. But,
did we talk? Or did my voice simply
reflect itself across the axis of a reaching mind; a projection of
I AmI am single,I Am1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Definitions of lifeWithout youDefinitions of life6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am lost
Like the summer breeze in
A winters blizzard
Like a hummingbird
Without a flower
Like a person
Without a soul
I am lost
Who am I without you?
I am just living flesh
For the moment
A heart beating
For the time being
In these empty laughs
And the shadows of my fake smiles
It makes me whole
I consider if Im really alive
How far do the boundaries
Of its definition stretch?
A heart beating
My lungs breathing
It doesnt feel like it.
Who Will I Give This Ring to Now?hi babeWho Will I Give This Ring to Now?7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we're miles away from each other, and babe
i still miss you
i hope your okay
i've seen the things they send you
and you're so strong
babe, i hope your okay.
babe, you sent me a message
'i'm gone. i love you. goodbye.'
babe, what do you mean?
i thought you said that you'd be
don't worry babe
i'll be there soon
and i can help you
will you still be waiting for me?
babe, i'm sorry i couldn't answer your message
i was on the plane and saw your face on the news
they said that you were gone
that you were dead
babe, are you still going to be waiting for me?
like you said you would be?
i hope you will be
babe, i have a present for you
i hope you'll love it
babe, i came home today
and your door was open
babe, why is there a handful of pills all around you?
babe... why are you on the floor?
hey, babe, wake up please
this isn't funny
babe... why are you so cold...
why did you leave?
who will i give this ring to now?
AnorexiaSome say anorexia is just a way,Anorexia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To get some attention, just for 1 day,
I can tell you how false this really is,
Ana will take over and tell you how to live
When your mind keeps on saying,
"Don't eat and you'll be thin!"
What are you to do except say
"Okay I won't give in!"
Your friends begin saying,
"Come on please just eat!"
You consider until your mind starts saying,
"Remember thin cannot be beat!"
When an apple turns into numbers,
And food starts tasting bland,
What's the point of eating,
When you food tastes like sand
All the hours of hunger,
All the praise you think you earn,
The hours of running you had done,
Proud of the calories you burned
Your parents sit you down
Tell you they might send you away
While you keep trying to convince them
You really are okay
They ask how much weight you lost
You say "oh, a pound here or there"
They say that's a lie because
There's no fat on you anywhere
They ask how much you weigh now
You say "92 or 3"
They look at you with tearing eyes
Harmony Intro.Harmony Intro.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An amber glow gently touched the beautiful scenery at Harmony Equestrian Center as the morning sun slowly drifted away from the horizon. It was early yet, only calm snorts and sighs could be heard from the content horses that rested in their stables.
The lodge's door creaked in a slow high pitched squeal despite Skye's obvious attempt to not disrupt the peaceful silence. She cringed as the pebbled ground made it near impossible for her footsteps to go unheard. She made her way towards the main kitchen for some much needed coffee, when sounds of frantic scratchings of pen to paper coming from the office caught her attention. Yawning she made her way over to the unmistakable cause of the noise.
At a large wooden mahogany desk a tall and handsome young man with dark brown hair roughly tied in a pony tail half gazed up at the sound of her feet dragging across the floor as if not wanting to avert his attention from the stacks of papers that lay in front of him.
"Dei, don't tell me you've be