The Ghost of Vic MorrowAll throughout Boothville, there were rumours of a ghost. Everyone claimed to have seen it. Gossip Guy claimed to have seen it in while tending to the grapes in his vineyard. Ferry said they'd seen it one night while taking a moonlit stroll down past Goldeen Lake. Quiquito had been studying the night sky when it flew past his telescope. Even King Jon was said to have seen it lurking in the chambers of his castle.The Ghost of Vic Morrow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sightings became more and more frequent and soon everyone decided that something had to be done. Gossip Guy gathered some people together in his bookshop to decide on what they should do. He had to kick out one person who tried to enter with a Team Edward t-shirt on, but otherwise everyone was welcome.
"So what are we going to do about this ghost?" he said.
"I don't really know what we can do," croaked Croakers. "A ghost cannot be affected by human hands. It's a nuisance, certainly, but one we will have to get used to."
"I took some pictures of it," said Jerry, reaching in
Welcome to BoothvilleSomewhere in an unnamed country, lies a small town that many people know nothing about. Surrounded by hills and mountains to the north, forest to the west, ocean to the east and swamps to the south, the little town remains undisturbed, completely self-sufficient and safe from the horrors of the rest of the world.Welcome to Boothville5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A grand, nine-storey castle looms large from a hill to the north, overlooking the rest of the town, casting a shadow over the vineyards of the foothills. The shamans hut rests at the end of the largest field, a dilapidated little tent that the vineyard owners wish would move.
Two large housing estates one to the east and one to the west are home to the few thousand residents of the town and as they move towards the centre to join, they are interrupted by the commercial side of the town.
A twisty little maze of paths and roads filled with everything the residents need: a café which serves only the finest in hot drinks and snacks, a restaurant that would
AnaAna's so prettyAna9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ana's so thin.
Her beauty's a gift
Her beauty's a sin.
Ana doesn't like the truth
Ana doesn't like to gain.
All she feels is hunger
All she feels is pain.
Ana looks at the mirror
Ana looks at the lie.
She wants to be loved,
She wants to die.
Ana's so stupid
Ana's so dumb.
So sorry she's fat
So sorry she's numb.
Ana can't feel to love,
Ana can't feet to hate.
Ana won't make the wrongs right,
Ana won't make it past the gate.
Doctor Who - FatesFatesDoctor Who - Fates4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have met.
We have met ten,
A thousand times.
A chance touch,
A prophetic conversation,
A fateful kiss,
All separated by centuries, by faces,
By innumerable layers
Of possibility and probability and causality.
We have loved.
We have loved the love of a tryst,
We have learned too late.
We have known all along.
We have parted still in ignorance.
We have loved within and throughout and despite
Every permutation of reality.
And wherever we tread in the can and cannot
We leave footprints to be followed later,
Keywords and clasped hands.
You tell me to Run,
And Bad Wolf breathes from my lips
Seeds we do not remember planting.
We have forgotten.
We have always forgotten
These fingertip brushes in Time;
Because you think it is best,
Because another does,
Because reality cannot otherwise sustain
The weight of our intertwined selves.
What does it matter how we forget
Now that I remember,
Now that I can see it all
All that is