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Too close trio part 2Too close trio part 26 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
PART TWO
At Suichiro’s apartment, the three friends dealt with their situation. After more than an hour of becoming fused, the fairy starts to run out of ideas. Melanie is sitting on the couch giving a quick course on magic hand moves to her friends.
“No Ishy, turn your wrist the other way. Erica, I told you to extend your fingers and move them slowly” Melanie explains them while turning her head to both sides.
“Me tired of this!” Erica replies upset “Don’t have long and skinny fingers like humans Me can’t do it!”
“Mel, why don’t you try to move your hands? Maybe the spell could work
IronicIt's funny that bi rhymes with dieIronic7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Cause that's all it makes me want to do
Oh, of course there's cry
I do that a lot, because in my town
If you're bi you have to lie
Or you'll risk losing your friends
Who will only look away and sigh
As you're shoved head-first into the trash
Sometime SoonSomeday I willSometime Soon7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rebuild the
sanity of my mind
the pureness
of my soul
Sometime soon
It will end
the heartache
the sorrow
and pain
Life will
be restored
the light will
return and
all shall be at rest
Out
of darkness
shall come
the eternal light
of love
Twisted and
torn, we
shall limp
back to the life
that we knew
sometime soon
The Curse - Part IIThere was a bright, blinding flash as the girls passed through the doorway. Kim shielded her eyes, and she noticed the light was just sunlight reflecting off of a broken mirror. As she took a step to her left to avoid the reflection, May let out a blood-curdling scream. Kim spun on her heels to face May, whose eyes were closed with her hands reached out in front of her face, and who was slowly cowering towards the ground. Kim shook her head, close to laughing at May’s fear. She reached for May’s sweater and pulled her up.The Curse - Part II6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Kim’s grasp shocked May out of her fear, and she gazed around at her surroundings though red, teary eyes.
The Curse - Part I, Maybe"So, what did they say the curse was?" May asked.The Curse - Part I, Maybe6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Kim rolled her eyes, replying "Supposedly, if someone enters the house, she will merge with the first person she touches, even if it's a boy, and they would remain conjoined for the rest of their lives." Kim chuckled. It was a ridiculous curse; she couldn't imagine who would think it up. It was probably someone who was crazy. Or bored. But whatever, May and she had lost the bet that they would be asked to prom before Stacy and Irene. So, now Kim was walking towards the haunted house with May, who had by now become a shivering puppy from her fear.
"So, Kim, what happens when two people enter
Ode to FridayToday is FridayOde to Friday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hip Hip HOORAY!!
Children laugh
And children play
On this glorious
Start-of-Weekend-Day
Today is Friday
Hip Hip HOORAY!!
Teens go out
Under the stars
To have some fun
That can be done
During the day
Today is Friday
Hip Hip HOORAY!!
Ode to a ChuzzleOde to a Chuzzle8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ode to a chuzzle
to where art thou gone?
instead of being where I left thee
It seems you have moved on
I quested for your happiness
I grouped you with some friends
but now it seems I have destroyed you
How could I begin to make amends?
Sometimes your smarmy attitude
Makes me a bit annoyed
But believe me, my dear chuzzle
I did not intend you for the Void
Although you roll your eyes at me
When I'm slow with my next move
I can't get enough of your fuzzy ways
nor of your fuzzy groove
But, my dear fuzzball chuzzle
To where art thou gone?
Instead of being where I left thee
It seems you have moved on
Do you go into the bottle
an
Do you regret my lack of faithMy demons come out when the moon is full,Do you regret my lack of faith6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twisting,
Writhing,
The old nightmares brought forth.
They tie me to this land of dreams,
As the pale silver glows lights up my aged horrors.
I count down the nights,
Dreading that twenty-eighth moonlight,
When that globe is full.
It will always return.
It will always haunt me.
Each month my hopes are shattered,
My visions ignite,
My eyes are forced shut, and the suffocation of darkness takes over.
I walk in the path of the dead,
Of Morrigan of the graves and tombs.
I see the true horrors that lie behind the veil of reality.
Decay.
Destruction.
The flesh that clings to my touch;
Th
Too close trioToo close trio6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Fairies tend to be mischievous creatures and they love to play all kind of tricks on people, no matter if are friends or foes. This is the story about an innocent prank that went terribly wrong.
Near the Chainsmans institute’s facilities, Melanie is at Suichiro’s apartment. She is fling around on his fairy form, inside the apartment bedroom. The small fairy with difficulty lifts up the phone aside of Suichiro’s bed. Then she hits the dial buttons with her feet while she flies around the enormous device. After finish dialling the numbers, she turns on the speaker phone button and then she lands upfront the device. She waits imp
CalamitySave me from my own calamity,Calamity4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's eating up my sanity.
They found me on the bathroom floor,
I just can't see straight anymore.
This pounding in my ears
Is sounding out my fears.
My hands begin to tremble
As I try to reassemble
All the words you didn't even say
I heard them clearly anyway.
Maybe this is for the best,
Or maybe just... a clever jest.
I've put my heart up on a shelf,
I can't get it back all by myself.
No one left to take it down,
Or here to save me when I drown.
Tears just fall like acid rain,
Burning holes into my brain.
Blotting out my memory
And tearing down my armory.
I am my own calamity,
I'll waste awa
Sudden StopThe darkest sky a part of moonSudden Stop8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Howling of the deapest sigh
Into the depths of silence we roam
The last place of untold wonders
Darkened pitch across the walls
Muted footsteps in the streets
Pacing faster through the night
Feathered wings use to take flight
Broken and shattering
still the pull me through
only to barely reach the stars
just a fingertips brush
then came the fall to earth
after a thousand miles down
still plummitting then I wish to dream
the one where you wake before the stop
and wrapped up in this dream
I hold it dear as a light
as I sink further through the skies
holding tight to my dream
as I dream no more
FreesiasFreesias8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What of memory? you ask;
of voice-filled rooms and
vases of Irises covering countertops?
Those I had, those I had.
Now the only remnant
is the sound I make, exhaling
stale and empty air.
All of you is gone
or it is quickly leaving,
dying out like the
Freesias in the kitchen;
you are the dead flowers,
you are the final ring
of the telephone:
what I almost got, but not quite
fast enough.
I am painting a mural of grief
and upholstering vacant chairs
with sorrowful odes:
I am living here now
but not really living—
Waiting, yes, wishing, yes
pining, yes yes yes.
There are not enough
synonyms for sadness, just as
there a
Harry Potter versus TwilightHarry Potter versus TwilightHarry Potter versus Twilight4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I am sick and tired of hearing about this Harry Potter versus Twilight thing. The books and authors have nothing in common, except that they are well known and quite popular amongst many people. However even then it is stupid to compare the two. I first saw this comparison when they set up a section in our school library with a board that said “If you love Stephenie Meyer, you’ll love…” and had a bunch of retarded vampire books underneath (All retarded but with the exception of Vampirates. They’re vampire pirates. How much more awesome can you get?). There was a newspaper clipping of an a
FairiesFairies,Fairies9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Those silver winged,
flaxen haired things?
Those creatures that make dreams come true?
With their wands made of moonlight,
and their shoes made of sunbeams,
they appear in the night,
as curious things.
The Green ChildrenTHERE were once two children, a brother and a sister, who lived in a small dwelling in the forest with their father and step-mother. Their life was harsh, and when their father went out to work from dawn till dusk to make his money as a poor wood-cutter, the children would be made to work all day by their step-mother - fetching water, lighting fires and cleaning the house whilst the cruel woman did nothing. When her husband came home, the step-mother would serve supper and always gave the children special green beans that grew only in one part of the shady garden, and so he was fooled into thinking she was kind and generous. However, in trutThe Green Children3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm Here chapter oneI'm Here chapter one4 years ago in General More Like This
*Writers Note*
[ok people instead of a more normal writing style I choose to give this story more of a Princess Tutu writing style cuz I LOVE the way Drosslemyer acted in there so the italic writing is ME k? good now READ READ READ!!!]
I’ve lived at the Evil academy my whole life, serving my role like a puppet. And like a puppet I never strayed from my role, serving Lord Mao’s food, cleaning his clothes, being a kind friend to him that would never leave his side. This is the story of said loyal person, and her journey thought such life.
I walked into his room where he was sitting on the floor at a small table, his nose stuck in a
Sour Child Not MineShe's got eyes of the pits of hell, used to love her more than life itselfSour Child Not Mine5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
but she just played me like a fool and lied
days of pleasure, and nights of pain, drama that would drive a man insane
so I had no choice, but to say goodbye.
Oh, Sour Child Not Mine
Oh, Ex-Love Of Mine.
She said that she would've married me, A shame she had plans B and C
She kept me so blind, for so long
I bet she feels she made a mistake, my feelings were so strong
but like she claimed to back then, i've moved on
Oh, Sour Child Not Mine
Oh, Ex-Love Of Mine.
I'm moving on now (repeat 12x)
A Space OddityA Space Oddity6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vance Ovitt
Space Oddity
(A Satire on Science Fiction Novels)
It seems to be an average day in the Charvoldox Galaxy, but in the darkest corner of the darkest building in the darkest sector of the darkest city in the darkest providence of the darkest country on the darkest planet, trouble is be brewing. Evil has embodied itself in the form of a vampiric-zombified-alien with knowledge and mastery over every weapon in this and about six other dimensions. There exists only one weapon that is an enigma to this beast: the fabled, “Golden Sling-o-Rang Sock Muncher High-Heel Leg Cannon Beam-Sword-o-Death (henceforth abbreviated as “GL&
Forever?I sit on my bed night after night, my head hanging down, barely touching my hands. My palms are wet and probably salty, due to the tears that I've been crying incessantly lately. My eyes are red, my breathing is shallow, and sobs rack my body for what seems the twentieth time in as many moments. Some music is playing in the background, some new band I discovered a few weeks back; normally, I'd be rocking out to the awesome music, maybe air-guitaring a particularly engaging solo.Forever?5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
But now, here... I barely notice the music is even on.
It seems that these days, my life seems to blend together; I can't tell one hour from the next, when one m
I Am An AtheistI am an Atheist.I Am An Atheist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not a non-believer.
I believe in equality and love.
I believe that no matter who you are, or where you are,
Someone loves you. And that is all you need.
I am an Atheist.
I am not morally corrupt.
I follow the laws like anyone else and I cannot be pinned for crimes,
And I will not pin wars on religion,
For that is not my moral issue.
I am an Atheist.
I do not need a book by which to live my life.
I am happy with the fiction and the facts, the art and the festivals.
I have rules that I can follow, and I life that I can lead,
The way that I want.
I am an Atheist.
I believe in myself and trust that I can acco
generic beansOh, for the hatred of Starbucks!generic beans5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
–my coffee tastes like 12-year-old motor oil in the engine of a burned out Pinto...
>yawn<
...wrung from the blue-and-white-generic beans of Kroeger Foods, Cincinatti, Ohio.
Making a face as if the cat just hacked something up on my pillow,
I down the pot, rub my eyes, and go to work.
Unspoken RacismThis cultural violation,Unspoken Racism7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This social rape,
From nation to nation,
No more can we take.
This unspoken racism,
These unwritten rules,
Due 'insubordination',
I lay down my tools.
This always-unheard crying,
The words on blood-drenched walls:
"It's not worth even trying
To reason with these fools".
As The World Turns...As I stood in the machine shop of National Oilwell today, I pondered my reasons, my self, my involvement with others and my very existence on the planet. I picked the push broom off the floor and leaned against it. My skull felt so heavy, so cumbersome. I was weighted on to the broomstick like a fallen tree. For a split second, I felt the entire world halt beneath me. All the lathes, mills and presses I clean out every day stopped in mid space and everything was still. I could feel the Earth moving, turning against space. I could feel my very existence shift away from everyone else's'. I felt that if I stepped over too far, I would fall off oAs The World Turns...7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Happy EndAren’t you tired of pretending?Happy End5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You know there is no happy ending.
Stop smiling and saying ‘It will all be okay.’
Stop acting like night won’t follow the day.
Don’t lie to me while I am bleeding
And say a band-aid is all I’m needing.
If Death’s shadow crawls across the wall
Don’t pretend you see nothing at all.
You kiss me and tell me ‘Good night.
Don’t you worry for it will be all right.’
How can you say that you know
The way this story ends and will go
In this nightmare of no awaking
I am pale and my knees are shaking
I look at you begging with tired eyes
To taste someth
Sta.sh
