Secret GardenSecret Garden9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The restless specter of my lost love
wanders so cold,
imprisoned in her dreadful secret garden.
From haunted dreams
her longing spirit intones whispered songs
of undying passion,
of endless betrayal.
Memories echo through this empty host,
their substance vicious,
their meaning shattered on reflection.
Interest grows Pg.3Captain, the woman huffed trying to catch her breath. Dioxide turned to the woman confused. please, Captain Nitrous and your your new lieutenant theres a fight on the deck. Dioxide grinned nervously and she quickly tossed her clipboard to her first ranked lieutenant. Agent Polo had his hands full with a bag of cheetos in one hand and a Pepsi in the other, but he still managed to catch the clipboard.Interest grows Pg.34 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Really, Polo shoved another cheeto in his mouth, Nitrous in a fight? Id never believe it. He rolled his eyes in the sarcasm. Chrome, Nitrous first lieutenant laughed next to him, before shoving his hand in Polos bag of cheetos to retrieve a handful. Hey! Polo moved the bag away from the elf eared Chrome,Get your own! Struggling to keep the balance of items in his hands Polo fell to his knees. Youre a d*ck, man.
Ahahah! Youre so coordinated! Chrome
The fight escalates : pg. 2"Is that a threat?" Zirco smirked devilishly. He and Nitrous stood almost chest to chest. The smirk made her want to punch him that much more.The fight escalates : pg. 24 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"It's a regulation, actually," Nitrous pointed backwards to the "NO SMOKING" sign on the rusty metal side of the rig. "It's an oil rig, a**hole. In case you didn't notice."
"It hasnt been working in decades."
"I suppose youre the only person here that believes nothing here is extremely flammable, like old oil."
"The only flammable thing I see here is you, twat."
Youre pretty confident for a man whos got a lot to hide.
What exactly am I hiding, twat? Zirco searched her eyes for an answer. Her eyes were certainly interesting to look at; even the cold glare couldnt hide their strange color.
Listen, Nitrous lowered her voice to make him listen more intently, Im not the only one here that knows youre up to no good. So Id suggest you step off before you break you
Nitrous meets Zirco pg.1Nitrous meets Zirco pg.15 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Hmm...," He wondered out loud. This was a very different situation. Theres a young woman, on a rope, hanging upside down, with her head in the water. Zirco flicked the tight rope; it twanged and vibrated in reply. His eyebrows met in the middle, thinking hard about what exactly was the purpose of this act. The people around the agency were strange, but nothing he wasn't already used to. The woman answered with a grumble and she pulled herself out of the water. She was fit and seemed un-phased by pulling half her body up until she had a grasp on the rope connected to the beam so many feet above her head. She let out an irritated sigh. Her face showed between the soaking strands of bright pink hair. It was the captain of the seventh division, agent Nitrous. Zirco, being new to the agency wasnt aware who she was or her rank. Her fluorescent green eyes glared at the man who interrupted her meditation. Nitrous pulled herself on to the deck, sat and untied her legs from the rope
calebs story pt 3The day was now April Eleventh 2005 and Caleb was woken by the sound of the morning bell ringing, a buzz of excitement filled the air from the other children and he knew why, today was an arrival. They happened every so often, older children would grow up and move out, and be quickly replaced by new children brought home by Sister Curtsinger. The morning was a haze, even Caleb, for all of his calm outer façade, was excited at the prospect of the new arrivals. There was a sense of mystery about what children may be coming to live in their little family. As the current black sheep he hoped strongly for someone new to come take his place in that role.calebs story pt 35 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Eavesdropping while cleaning his plate after breakfast he heard one of the older girls talking to one of the younger boys, Hey, did you hear? Theres gonna be 3 new arrivals today! this much was common knowledge, Mother Chesser had announced it last night at dinner, one of them is 8 feet tall! I hope hes cut
Periodic: Prologue prt 1Periodic: Prologue prt 15 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Affinity DNA Corperation felt the need to start researching more on human beings instead of just animals. The United States Congress refused the bill. President of ADNAC refused to accept that fact, and orders to start testing on private volunteers and freshly deceased human beings. Finding cadavers (human corpses for research) was extremely pricey and hard to come by, he finds another way to retreve the corpses. Finding reliable sources to do the dirty work, the ADNAC stole over 100 freshly decreased bodies of all ages,sizes,and race, from morgues before autopsies were performed. The bodies that were taken were to be cremated, but instead of the preffered loved one being brought to ashes, they switched it with the ashes of deceased test animals.
The missing bodies were brought to the Affinty DNA headquaters in New York City,New York and other research quarters across the United States of America. Multiple experiments were done on the private volunteers and cadavers (CA-DAH-VERs).
In all seriousnessWhy are there locks on 24 hour convenience store door?In all seriousness5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?
Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice"?
Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?
Why do people who know the least know it the loudest?
Why is the word abbreviation so long?
Why do they call it a TV "set" when you only have one?
Why are there Braille signs on drive-up ATM's?
What is a "free" gift? Aren't all gifts free?
Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?
Why is it that when you transport something by car, its called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship, it's called cargo?
Why do we play in recitals and recite in plays?
You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?
It doesn't matter what temperature a room is, it's always room temperature.
Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
If a firefighter fights fires, a cri
WIPWaking up next to that handsome faceWIP4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sharing a bathroom sink
Holding each other in a long embrace
Sweet whispers turn my cheeks pink
Driving down the street
Like dare devils, we leave one hand free
It's nice how our hands always meet
With this one touch, you complete me
Thinking about you throughout my day
Provides needed bursts of energy
And I wouldn't have it any other way
Introducing ZircoIntroducing Zirco5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Zirco heard the clang of the metal spiral staircase as he made he's way down to the deck of the oil rig. It had been a practice evacuation of the agency. As the new lieutenant of division six, he was taking a smoke break to get away from the chaos and noise. Zirco is a young mysterious man, many members are curious to why he joined our side of the battle. Division six and seven reported to an oil rig off the coast of Lake Superior. The blue murky water splashed six feet below the deck. After patting the bottom of his cigarette box, he set one between his lips. He made an odd face at what he saw. There was a metal beam level with the deck but about seven feet above the deck. This beam had a rope tied to it, in a military style knot. At the end of this rope Zirco saw two legs just off the edge of the deck. He lit his cigarette then walked to the edge of the metal deck and peered down. His purple tinted black hair swayed in the breeze, just long enough to cover the edges of his eyes. Betw
Calebs story pt1The place was London Christian Hospital, the time was the early 1990s, Anna Bird labored long and hard through tedious hours, pushing and breathing, breathing and pushing. The windows curtains had been drawn but there was not much to see, a storm blew its fury outside but the room was safe and quite, little could be heard besides the womans struggles. Candles lined shelves producing a faint orange glow that flickered and rolled over bead of sweat forming on the young ladys face. The pain was horrible to her but she could not give up, contractions came with increasing frequency, searing pain tore through her midsection and she felt as if she were about to tear in half. Straining with all she had for one final push, finally relief came as her son arrived into a dimly lit hospital room. At the same time a hush fell over the others gathered around her, the only break was the buzzing of the heart monitor announcing grim truth, Anna had dieCalebs story pt15 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Bored ina mall ?1. Ride mechanical horses with coins fished out of the fountain.Bored ina mall ?5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
2. Sneeze on the sample tray at Hickory Farms and helpfully volunteer to consume its now unwanted contents.
3. At the bottom of an escalator, scream 'MY SHOELACES! AAAGH!'
4. Stomp on ketchup packets at Burger King...
5. ...but save a few to slurp on as snacks. Tell people that they're 'astronaut food'.
6. Construct a new porch deck in the tool department of Sears.
7. Wear pancake makeup and new clothes and pose as a fashion dummy in clothes departments, occasionally screaming without warning.
8. Test mattresses in your pajamas.
9. If you're patient, stare intently into a surveillance camera for an hour while rocking from side to side.
10. Sprint up the down escalator.
11. Stare at static on a display tv and challenge other shoppers whether they, too, can see the 'hidden picture'.
12. Ask appliance personnel if they have any tvs that play only in Spanish.
13. Ask for red-tinted lenses at the optometrist.
14. Rummage throu
Bored in Wal-mart?1. Ride those little electronic cars at the front of the store.Bored in Wal-mart?5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
2. Set all the alarm clocks to go off at ten minute intervals throughout the day.
3. Start playing Calvinball; see how many people you can get to join in.
4. Go into the dressing room and yell real loud...Hey, were out of toilet paper in here!
5. Go to an empty checkout stand and try to check people out.
6. Challenge other customers to duels with tubes of gift wrap.
7. Re-dress the mannequins as you see fit.
8. Tune all the radios to a polka station; then turn them all off and turn the volumes to "10".
9. Play with the automatic doors.
10. Walk up to complete strangers and say, "Hi! I haven't seen you in so long!..." etc. See if they play along to avoid embarrassment.
11. Ride a display bicycle through the store; claim you're taking it for a "test drive."
12. Play soccer with a group of friends, using the entire store as your playing field.
13. As the cashier runs your purchases over the scanner, look mesmerized and say, "
Bored in an elevator??~1.When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank theBored in an elevator??5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.
2.Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm
handshake and ask them to call you Admiral.
3.On the highest floor, hold the door open and demand that it stay open
until you hear the penny you dropped down the shaft
go "plink" at the bottom.
4.Do Tai Chi exercises.
5.Stare, grinning, at another passenger for a while, and then announce:
"I've got new socks on!"
7.Bet the other passengers you can fit a quarter in your nose.
8.Sing "Mary had a little lamb" while continually pushing buttons.
9.When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the
shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.
10.Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock.
Smile, and go back for more.
11.Ask if you can push the button for other people, then push the wrong ones.
12.Drop a pen, and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up,
and then scream, "
Midnight Mona"Creak, woe, creak, woe," whispered the rocking chair in its high, awkward voice, the words a jarring cadence to any sane man's ears; so loudly it creaked, loud enough to rouse a thousand devils! Yet the man in its seat pressed the spine-clawing noise on and on, rocking the little chair to its limits. "Creak, woe...creak, woe..."Midnight Mona5 years ago in Horror More Like This
With his fists upon his gaunt cheeks (it was the only way to stay his shaking hands), the man pondered subjects no sane man should ever ponder.
'Mona...' His little girl, his child, the object of his loving, most faithful devotion. How he loved his daughter! So dearly, not a soul could object! A worn and faded smile stretched the thin, ghostly lips of the man as he thought, 'She is mine and mine alone now! No one shall take my Mona from me!'
There had been but one single person who had ever threa
Nightmare on Elm Street SonnetNightmare on Elm Street Sonnet2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A deadly killer with a screwed up face,
If you die in your dreams, you die for real.
You ever been trapped in a scary place?
For Freddy, that's you head, how does that feel?
he rips you to sheds with his claws of death,
Cold metal that tears through flesh like butter.
How many of his victims will be left?
Not one. You heard me right, I didn't stutter.
Why is he so ugly, you just might ask,
The whole damn town tried to burn him alive,
So I can tell you this, it's not a mask.
If Freddy's in your head, prepare to die.
He's the king of your head and of your dreams,
And you are his next victim, so he deems!
#YOLOLonely little cells.#YOLO2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Desperate little dust.
Humans push for connections
without bothering to connect.
Love without limitations
to limit our love.
We are now.
We are now.
We are now.
Later is nothing, boring, dead.
Now is everything, important, fed.
Let's consume, let's ignite.
Let's make passions in the night.
Let's live, let's ride.
Let's become our era's pride.
Tomorrow will never come.
SinkingNO MORE!Sinking3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I always thought that we were eternal,
but I guess I was wrong.
Through thick and thin we remained together.
With eyes of wonder, you watched me grow.
A heart so pure, love is all I know.
Falling down, descending now,
I never knew I could feel so alone.
I am now so far from home,
a hollow vessel committed to the Earth.
Sorrow could never catch me,
and neither could Catastrophe.
And we would run.
Death had always cleverly,
been absent from all I'd see.
And we would be so blissfully...
In wonder, you watched me grow.
Now in tears, I'll watch you go.
The one thing I regret is:
Never telling you...
The bitter truth is,
We're born and then we die.
I walked my line ever so blind.
In the end, we tend to forget,
what it really means to be.
And before you go, I want you to know,
what you really mean to me:
You are my world and I love you.
They're In MeI do this to myself, really. This behavior is my fault, my own demise carefully orchestrated. My body is angry with me, for it's not meant to work like this, it's not meant to contain the words in the manner it does. Ink does not naturally flow through human veins.They're In Me3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Heartbeats aren't supposed to be synonymous with a typewriter.
It's one in the morning and I can no longer think. My subconscious is shrieking like a Van Halen guitar solo and I'm not sure if Van Halen even had any guitar solos. Please pretend they do for the sake of the metaphor. If it's a metaphor.
I can't be bothered to check.
I've been repressing it. Everything, I mean. The fear, the want, the screaming. I'm not entirely sure why I have been forcing the words to build up in my head. What started as a few whispers of dry parchment has grown to the beating of a thousand moth wings as they take their suicide flight into a lamp. There's no room for thoughts in my mind.
I see the words, crawling. They slither acro
.27.This is a story for you all. One about a poor musician and a struggling scholar who have found themselves tied at the finger by a thin red thread that spans across all universes and all worlds and galaxies and planets..27.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This musician is one that likes to sit on the hills and strum his guitar, eating blueberry preserve out of the jar, fingers blue and sticky with jam but he doesn't really care about getting his source of income dirty, so he strums and stickily strums some more.
This scholar is one that does not like blueberry preserve but instead whores his chocolate and caramel, stashed in his desk as he works on papers that sometimes find themselves inexplicably stained with dark fingerprints that are by no means (heavens no!) his own.
This red string has been sewn by someone above our power, someone who usually is threatened by words and curses every February by the unlucky souls who have not yet found their string (though if you have not found it yet, do not worry -- everyone does so
AsphyxiationAnd I can't see straight nowAsphyxiation5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to be alone,
But the sad truth remains
That I can't.
I fall victim to myself much too easily,
Fall prey to that shadowy demon
Who lays in wait
Licking its lethal jowls,
Preparing to devour my sanity
And plunge my humanity
Into perpetual darkness.
Drowning in the sea of blue-black night sky.
Cold and dark,
Silvery specks of escaped oxygen dancing
Like glittery stars
Soaring to the surface,
Just out of my reach as I grab for them,
A feeble attempt to steal them back.
....careening out of my control
While my head reels
And I fall into isolation and solitude.
A harsh, deafening silence echoing in my ears.
The psychologically mental need for rebirth,
The longing to recreate myself
The PacemakerAttached to my coreThe Pacemaker5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keeps me ticking
Gives me life
Yet restricts me from pleasure
All I want
I can now never have
No more strolls past flowing streams
No parading through social scenes
Friends are out, having fun
Sat at home, I can have none
No more hugs from cuddly bears
No more kisses for you to share
Cant be scared
At the scariest thing
A jump or scream can skip a beat
A fatal beat of death
Now I sit in the warmth of home
Waiting till I stop working.
suicide jackssuicide jacks10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blood red hurt,
a world of easy
under a lead foot
a blue grey coupe
suspension of bullshit
eat your way though life
save the work
pass it with the meat
your teeth are too tender
your arms are too broken
run while you can
your weakness is my method
thats your own blood on your hands
this pain you spread will be returned
your greedy, little tired fingers
scratch and pull;
spread your dark;
how do you fancy a pinch and a pull?
what do you do with needles turned against
blood and skin
Things I Didn't Know I Had To Know.So maybeThings I Didn't Know I Had To Know.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate him when he drinks
but love the way his hands forget to worry.
Your thoughts move slower
when you slog through an alcohol sewer:
across the back
of your loosened fingers.
Even eating fists
you cannot help but speak.
And then your hands liberate themselves from parade rest.
They snake around my shoulders,
trace the boundaries of my figure;
you cannot keep your mouth
from my mouth.
And I let you.
With your tongue tracing the outline of newly parted lips,
I can taste the hops and barley.
They are bitter.
I am bitter.
Somehow, it fits.