no longer wishing to be here. ch.1(Sigh) "I never could understand shade man." Said bass, slightly exsusted. "I mean really, come on now. Who in the right mind would ever come here? Well, anyone other than mega man." Said bass, in disbelief. " Oh, brother." Then he soon went to bed.no longer wishing to be here. ch.13 years ago in Settings More Like This
"6:00 clock, time for chores and what not"! Said a voice coming outside of bass's room and it was early. A voice so cheery and uplifting. Only one robot, bass knew who could be that way. And, bass wasn't in the mood right now for such "glee". "Mmmmmm, Star man." Said bass, grumbling under his breath. Trying to cover his face with his blanket.
"Bass! Are you up?" Said star, all happy and gay. Star man enters bass's room, walked towards bass to see if his robotic brother was up.
(Sigh) " Yes, I'm up, thanks to you." Said bass, grumpy and slightly sarcastic.
"Oh, boy. Looks like someone had a bad night." Said star, worried for his robotic "brother".
"And, a rough morning." Replied bass, c
Healing Old Wounds Ch. 2Marino led Cinnamon down the hall to the room that they were to stay in for the duration of their stay at Maverick Hunter HQ. Reaching their destination, they entered the room and Marino had the younger Reploid sit on the bed. Once situated, Marino began her questioning.Healing Old Wounds Ch. 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So when did you and Axl get along so well?" asked the ninja with a grin.
"What do you mean, Marino-neechan? Axl and I have always gotten along," smiled the little nurse. Marino silently wondered how someone could be so innocent.
"I meant, when did you get a crush on the boy?"
"Nani? But I don't want to crush Axl-kun. That would be mean!"
Marino had to resist facepalming at this. Didn't Gaudile teach Cinnamon anything about the outside world?! The ninja thought Gaudile was lucky that he was Cinnamon's father or else he would have gotten a severe ass kicking courtesy of an enraged ex-thief.
"Cinnamon-chan, I want you to listen v
ThereisnosleepinnothingnessI don't want to touch myself with my handsThereisnosleepinnothingness5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for fear of swallowing myself into the nothingness
that exists beneath the the patterned lines
and empty hollows of my skin.
I inhale, and smell like gravity
and the sweet echoes of sickened flesh.
Light fades, and the shadows stand, whole
over my body in the empty room.
Then, between the pressures of my mind
there was only silence.
A stillness in the absence of alien thoughts.
I'd wake in the middle of the night
or in the early hours of morning
staring into the mirror
into the blackness.
the empty space where my face must be,
breathing in the dark
where time was tangible
and I was lost in the fragility
of the soft beat in the womb.
I'd touch the glass and whisper
"are you there? are you there?"
youi learned a lot after i met you.you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the first thing i learned was that
some people just pretend to be okay
but inside theyre breaking.
a lot of things (i mean people, and i mean you)
are not always what they seem to be.
another thing i learned was that
all good things come to an end.
(but maybe in our case, it was for the best.)
theres a fine line between
love and hate.
i could never decide which one
i should have used to describe you.
you once told me
that i looked prettiest when i cried.
(but i think you just liked seeing me hurt.)
sometimes, when its late
and no one else is home
(i dont see whats so pretty about it.)
it's 4amand my heart's still beating.}it's 4am5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tying heart-strings with our scores set at zero.
folding our glove of black inked hearts;
we stopped lusting for kicks.
at 2.23 am, reality wasn't all it was made out to be.}
thorned through your pupils;
dropping seconds of olive breath
as i sacrificed my lungs to feed
hexing the charmed air
and bleaching the sky; a whitewash
deluge, with ivory petticoats
translucent amidst the haze;
my smoky half-moon crescents obscured
from your sight. blurring with spits
of earl-grey rubble dropping from our
forgotten eyes-- i step
away; lost into the distance.
at 3.45 am, reality ceased to exist.}
and the clouds don't fly like they used to.
the kites have fallen;
and sparrows are grounded. their wings
caught in limbo; multiple choice with all the
wrong answers, coaxed to fight or flight.
and i'm still alive.
The Lone WolfI am a lone wolf, you can see it in my eyesThe Lone Wolf9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way I hold my heart, the way I hold my pride
I will stay strong of body, strong of will
In the cold breeze that I walk along
The memories, the betrayal burn within me
it feels like forever
since I've cried, the pain the sorrow
I never spoke of the tears
I never showed my fears
I never opened up to anyone
I will always be that strong
No regrets 'cause I got nothing to lose
so I will live my life as I choose
now I'm standing on the edge
trying not to fall
I am a lone wolf
But like anyone
I crave for company
A pack to call my own
To have someone that will give me their support
To have someone that will help me up when I am down
But most of all to have someone that will care for me
For the wolf I am inside
Is that somewhere waiting for me?
Somewhere that I belong
Or will I always live like this?
Always the lone wolf!
Lab Rat - Part FourLab RatLab Rat - Part Four4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That's about how long had passed since it had happened. Nineteen hours. Nearly an entire day.
But that was just it, though. It didn't really feel like a day had passed it was way too long. Or too short. I don't know. Whichever it was, it didn't matter anymore. My sense of time was long gone I knew what time it was, thanks to the alarm clock on the little table next to the couch, but I was running entirely on autopilot. My mind was still numb; any distinction between actual minutes and hours meant little to me.
I was barely able to process even the little things, like sitting up straighter so Jazz could change my bandages, or responding when asked if I was comfortable on the couch which I wasn't, but at least nodding my head and forcing a small smile on my face was enough to get my sister off of my back even if the casual emotion was obviously fake.
a loose boltBig chandelier in the skya loose bolt6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Press dreams down your crooked spine
For something new and stolen
Recreation, mind golden
Crossed off hearts dangle up there
Between lights and chandeliers
Twisting grapevines through your teeth
Echo bitter when you speak
In valleys, burned crystal balls
The crushed chandelier wreckage
Gone in a week, dependent
Force fed glitter down your throat
So pretty, you can't say no
Premature screaming held up
Street signs in a foriegn tongue
Inked in shards of chandeliers
You make it pretty up there
Wounded HeartsThe Maverick Hunter HQ was in a panic when X and Zero walked in, X carrying a comatose Axl. The blue bomber immediately shouted for medical assistance for Axl, who was barely holding on and moaning in pain with a broken helmet crystal. Alia went to X's side and followed him to the repair bay to try and calm him down. Palette was still busy with her job, but Layer had just finished her analysis and submitted it to Signas. She noticed Zero head off to his room and blinked curiously.Wounded Hearts3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Where is he going? Why isn't he going with X to see if Axl's okay?" she wondered.
She knew she should probably let Zero be - that he must have been exhausted after the fight on the moon, first against Sigma and then against Lumine. The signal to the Sigma Palace had gotten jammed but the navigators had been able to get bits and pieces of the conversations between the hunters and Sigma and Lumine. Layer knew, from the conversation she had with X about the Eurasia Colony accident, that Zero must have be
Queen of the Seas Epilogue Henriette balanced on the edge of the dock, watching the sea lap against the wooden pegs buried in the water. The salt smell brought her back to the Queen. She put her hand over her dagger, still tucked in her belt and the memories flooded through her. Swordfights, cannon fire, plunders of gold. Back to Captain Freede and Benny. Benny always found his way back to her mind, a simple smile creeping into her thoughts along with him. But those days were behind her.Queen of the Seas Epilogue2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Ma?" A little voice brought her attention away from the ocean.
"Tennie, I thought I told you not to bother your mother, she's tired!" Fits followed the young raccoon on the deck behind Henriette.
Henriette laughed, "C'mere, Tennie," she knelt down and held her arms out. Tennessee ran to her and fell into her, laughing in a high tone.
"Ma! Pa says you were a Pirate!" Tennessee wrapped his arms around Henriette's neck.
don't stop, baby.crow smudged eyesdon't stop, baby.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blister the freckles on her fingers
and she's cradling whispers
in the hollows of her wrists
snow fresh skies
linger through arteries and valves
as brakes cut out too quick
and his hand crisp on hers
with songs she doesn't like
cramping up her lips
it's walking back
looking over her shoulder
watching you watch her
until the night burdens her throat
and she cracks
cigarettes call to her now
smoke slow whimpers
she is beautiful
but secrets mar the inside of her cheek.
WinterIn the dark nightWinter5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
There are stars.
Nothing v1.5NothingNothing v1.58 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A short play by David Couture
A bare stage. GUY 1 is standing CENTRE stage.
GUY 2 [entering]. Hey.
GUY 1. Hello.
GUY 2. What are you doing?
GUY 1. I'm watching the burning house.
GUY 2. What burning house?
GUY 1. The one that's offstage.
GUY 2. It's offstage?
GUY 1. What do you see onstage?
GUY 2. Nothing.
GUY 1. That's because it's offstage.
GUY 2. Then what's the point?
GUY 1. It's a plot device.
GUY 2. A what?
GUY 1. A plot device. Something introduced to the narrative in order to advance it. In this case, a burning house.
GUY 2. Is it working?
GUY 1. You're here now.
GUY 2. Is it a symbol?
GUY 1. Everything is a symbol.
GUY 2. I don't get it.
I don't think I like this plot device.
GUY 1. Give it time. Have
Grey MelodiesGrey Melodies10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The windshield wipers of Evelyn's car squeaked each time they returned to their original place. The sound wasn't particularly loud, but it was the only real noise being made, apart from the gentle hum of the vehicle as it drove along the empty road. The rain outside was only a light shower, but it was enough to require wipers, and to turn the sky grey.
"Pretty dismal weather, isn't it?"
Keeping her eyes on the road ahead, Evelyn gave a slight nod in response to her mother's comment, and then the sound of the wipers took over once more.
Evelyn's mother, Margaret, was in her early sixties, but she looked almost exactly as she had thirty-one years ago, when her first and only child was born. She had never allowed her naturally pale skin to tan, she had never changed her make-up or hair style, and even before the first signs of grey, she had successfully found a shade of brown that matched her original hair colour perfectly; evidently her hair was not just brown, it was Haz
goodnight kissyour kisses were poison,goodnight kiss4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
made me nauseous.
left the words in my stomach
to sizzle and writhe,
Humorous Narrative Essay As a small child, parents have always taught their little bundle of joy never to wander around in the store, to always stick by them like super glue, and if need be, always hold their hand. Of course, there is no guarantee that the child will ever follow this simple rule willingly. Almost always, it requires disobedience and/or a life-changing experience to either set the child straight or make the parent take drastic measures in the future. This is the perfect summary as to the event that occurred in a New York Macys Department Store when I was four years old.Humorous Narrative Essay5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The Christmas holiday season was very hectic. My mother wanted to finish her holiday shopping, but unfortunately, none of my babysitters were available and my father was at work, so Mom had no other course of action except to take me along with her. At the entrance to Macys, Mom told me loud and clear: Do not wander away from me in the store. I want yo
Lovers and Friends: Chapter 29Theme: ForgiveLovers and Friends: Chapter 296 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: I forgive you
As Link laid Pit on a bed in the hospital wing, the smaller males condition had significantly worsened.
His breathing had slowed down to weak, irregular strokes; his skin was really hot to the touch, causing a thin sheet of sweat to shine on his body; even his light bracelets had lost a majority of their light since the angels power was nearly drained.
Nocturne was the only other person to come in the hospital with Link (the others stayed in the waiting room). The shadow shifter tried to see into Pits mind, but all he saw was pitch black, I cant see anything
Wh-What? Link stuttered, I thought you could still read minds, even if the person is knocked out or unconscious .
Thats true, but for some reason, all Im seeing is darkness Nocturne replie
Lab Rat - Part OneLab RatLab Rat - Part One5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Part One: Capture
Blissful warmth instantly met the tension on my face as soon as I floated up through the big, metal roof of our family's Ops center. I sat down against the hard surface with a heavy sigh and took a look at the suburbs that were backed by the tall, distant buildings of downtown Amity. The skies were set ablaze by splashes of different shades of gold and orange, the bright late-afternoon sunlight casting long shadows everywhere while giving downtown a hazy glow. It was a beautiful view.
I loved spending the evenings up here, quietly watching the day fade away with the promise of a new one. Cheesy, I know but at least it gave me some time to actually relax from a long day of trying to juggle school, my social life and my obligation to protect my city. If it wasn't for the fact that I was taking a serious risk by sitting up here as a ghost atop the headquarters of my obsessed ghost-hunting parents
A Protomen MonologueYou dont know who we are. You dont know our names. Heck, you dont even know if we have names. You dont know where were from, how we got here, how we keep going. But what youre here tonight to learn, to know, is why were here. Why the governments after our heads. Why the robots are on constant alert. Why, every night, we risk our necks for you ignorant masses.A Protomen Monologue6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I dont mean to offend when I say that; its the plain and simple truth. You are ignorant, and we are here to teach. Let me tell you a story of the time before the robots. Before the world fell to the iron will and iron soldiers of one man.
Before the robots there was music. And I dont mean the monotonous political garbage they feed you on the loudspeakers every night. I dont mean the mantra you chant daily, brain
eikon aklastos.we mused underneath bloodless onyx nights,eikon aklastos.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pointing out the stars like celestial bread crumbs
left behind by some careless angel. safe
in their studded velvet sea, they sighed and
gossiped high above our heads; they hissed their secrets
to the big blue marble so many light-years away:
sibilant whispers, snake-eyed promises eventually neglected.
someday, when the stars are collected like bits of
shredded reality by zeus's sons and daughters,
when they pull the plug on the moon, when it bleeds out
one or two more firefly flickers and finally dies,
we will discover how to collapse into the edges of existence
and absorb ourselves into the universal soul.
and the official arguments on behalf of the original
galaxies will burn for the sake of ozone and oneiric
existentialism, and when there is no more proof that
we were here, god will raise his finger once more
and we will believe again that we have never been.
crash-landing on the borders of being is the reason for
glaciali am sitting in this sumptuous soap bubble contentedlyglacial6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
constructed with icy minutes and slowly freezing hours
they congeal together to create my glacial host
and i feel delicate and alterable here
knowing that you placed me in this space
i am sitting in this time lapse wonderingly
if i turn my head, will i harken summer?
if i untangle my lashes will i beckon spring?
because i like the feel of winter's heat
induced by snow, maintained by me.
working for..chapter 7working for..chapter 74 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Working for Mr. Sasuke Uchiha
Chapter 7: Departure
The characters from "Naruto" belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
The delicate sounds from the small duster were heard not even a inch away from where Sakura stood brushing the dust off the book shelves. To say she was distracted was an understatement, she had been thinking about the ball all day.
She couldn't stop thinking about the kiss or the way it felt, or how he kissed her back and even pulled her closer. She could not believe something like that had even happened to her, she had kissed the stone cold man everyone had been talking about. She had melted into his arms and gave into temptation, and after having just that little taste she wanted more.
She blushed at the thought and almost giggled as she picked up a book to dust off some gatherings she had missed. Her thoughts were soon interrupted when she heard a powerful muffled yell from down the hall. It frightened her to the point where she dropped the book she was holding.