in the land of dead things.When the topic of death visited a conversation, she would pause and look at her slim hands. I would pretend not to notice as a far away look reached her harsh blue eyes and for a long time I thought she was thinking of her father, dead of some cancerous disease that hacked apart his insides. It was something she had no trouble talking about, but she would get swept away in the details and forget I was sitting in the cold car next to her. And often, I would feel embarrassed for her. She wasn't the type of girl to dwell on the morbid or repulsive, but there she would be, spilling her guts like it was a natural topic for discussion.in the land of dead things.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She was nineteen when she moved in with me. We found a house in the country that wasn't far from where I worked and she assured me she could get a job as a minimum paid waitress at Petey's. She didn't mind when the men bought her drinks and called her a cheap whore. She would turn her back and reapply her lipstick with every hoot and whistle she received. With
write your reality in his eyeshe said his name was oliver.write your reality in his eyes5 years ago in Teen More Like This
he was painted with the colour of lies and had puppet string fingers. He smelt of burnt wood and methylated spirits. his eyes were uninhabited; there was nothing there. under the moon light you couldn't tell that his teeth were just slightly yellow, but under the sunlight you could tell that he was breaking. he was falling apart. he was vacant. he was, everything but beautiful.
he held her hand.
she said her name was madeline.
she had golden hair that curled in little ringlets around her waist. she had skinny legs and slender hips and a smile that could stop traffic. she couldn't bear to watch people suffer and she liked to re-write reality, the way she wished it was. she knew though, on the inside, that she couldn't re-write her lost forever and always
she pressed her lips to his collar-bone
he lived by night.
the walls of his room were painted beige and he had messy hair. he had always been attracted to lip-piercings and black hair. his fat
Alice-Wonderland ReimaginingAlice-Wonderland Reimagining4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alice in Wonderland Reimagining
Based on Tim Burton's film
Also on Alice's Adventures Underground and Through the Looking Glass
A young girl named Alice Kingsley in late Victorian era England suffers from nightmares of falling down forever through the darkness. To counteract these her father presents her a popular children's story: Alice's Adventure's Underground. As Alice Kingsley shares the name of the main character, she identifies with the heroine and her nightmares are replaced with visions of Wonderland.
As she grows older Alice treats the story and its world as a refuge in times of distress. In school she drifts away to a mad tea party. During a dull social engagements she's whisked off to a croquet game with flamingos and hedgehogs. During a bombastic opera she imagines away the grim trappings of the theater and replaces them with dancing lobsters and a grinning cat to tell her riddles. The unintentional side effect of this is that she becomes reliant on her dreams, dissolute w
Fun with a Rorschach Test card oneFun with a Rorschach Test5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Look at this card,
Tell me what you see."
I said, "Gosh,
I guess I see myself,
An inkblot's like a mirror,
The way it's shaped by
And a fold of the paper.
How like life,
She told me not to be
I thought that was
A bit cheeky, coming as it did,
From my own
She said "Come on, now,
Play the game.
How about this one?"
I guess I see a million ways
To make the world
A bit more beautiful.
Like writing poetry about rape
In a Mickey Mouse notebook
That always makes you smile.
Or like greeting each change of
Like a delightful stranger,
With glee and mild surprise,
Or like loving daffodils
A bit too much."
She smiled. "You're talking about Meg?"
I said "More about the way
She popped out my eyeballs
And rubbed them clean on her sleeve.
When she put them back
The world looked better."
of fish and fairytales.i was five years old when i first started dreaming of fish.of fish and fairytales.5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
i made wishes on them, sometimes. and 'don't ever leave me,' i told them. 'please don't.'
i know it sounds insane but i could swear - and still do - that they promised me they'd never leave. that they'd carry my dreams into eternity and hold me. keep me from falling. drowning.
'be my gills when i can't swim anymore,' i told them. 'be my gills.'
and they were.
i was nine when my parents got a divorce.
that night, i didn't understand. that night, i cried until the sky was painted in crimson lights and it was morning and the sun found me on my bed, passed out and tear-stained. that night, the world stopped spinning for five whole seconds and i could swear the heavens were looking down on me and me alone. a spotlight was on me and all i could do was lay there and cry and wonder what i had done wrong.
but the fish were still painted on the insides of my mind and i wasn't alone i swore i wasn't alone.
'hold me,' i told them. 'hold
graveyard music.i believegraveyard music.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a poem
the clouds: the page
the stars: the words
is a sheet,
GodlinessDr. Finch likes to label my phases. Today is a Fear Day, meaning I am too afraid to get out of bed. Fear Days scare my mother more than my Fire Days, Germ Days, and Intruder Days combined. She wakes me this morning to have me get ready to go to her church. Her hand is warm as it shook my shoulder, but I scream.Godliness5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Shhh, honey, it's just me. It's time to get ready for church."
My head is still buried beneath my blanket. "I can't go. Please leave me alone."
"What day is it?" she asks, although she knows it is Sunday.
"Sunday. Sundays are Fear Days, you know that. Please leave me alone."
"Henry." She says my name in a disillusioned sigh. "Sometimes-" she pauses, "I think I just hope that that might change."
My head hits my pillow again. I will not sleep, because I am ten years old and the average amount of sleep needed for my age is eleven hours. My
Proprioception and Kinesthesia"lately I've been losing my hands,Proprioception and Kinesthesia4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
feeling like they're on your hips
when they are in my pockets.
i can feel my fingers wander,
but i'm watching them
flat on the table."
"i never know what you mean
when you talk like this.
you know that."
that kind of valentine.i'm the kind of sick wherethat kind of valentine.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every second is slowed
into the kind of time lapse where
every noise is magnified
into the kind of sound where
every sense is amplified
into the kind of awareness where
every hope is fluttering
into the kind of longing where
every cell is screaming to fall
into the kind of person that
Another Starbucks RomanceShe wore a grey sock on her left hand.Another Starbucks Romance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It had a blue button for an eye, and she wore him to do her talking for her when salt water and tremors paralysed her tongue. It turned out that when she could not talk, neither could her cotton ambassador, but she still wore him every day. She liked not being the only one who couldn't find the courage to scream her tormentor's name.
I met her in starbucks. Her hair was lion-wild with twigs caught in the tangles from spending her night in the branches of her favourite tree. One long sock had fallen to her ankle where the other clung on above her knee, stretching the whole rainbow up her calves, but not hiding scars just above.
She passed a note to the barrista with her order written in a heart. Her cry for help was on the back, where she was hopeful the chirpy coffee goddess would not look.
When she sat down, I put a three panel comic on her table. I had drawn her sock-interpreter f
Beware Candy HeartsHer heart has a red candy shellBeware Candy Hearts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's pretty and sweet,
But it's brittle as hell.
If you do break it, though,
I think you'll find
That candy was just the first line
One of many.
And few, if any, will be quite as sweet,
Unless you think getting mauled is a treat.
Removing ChainsWith these words I hereby say,Removing Chains5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I send this darkness far away,
And all I feel I will reveal,
So every place can now be healed.
And while I breathe this calming air,
No fear, no guilt, and no despair,
Shall touch upon my wounded heart,
The python's chains have grown apart.
Leaving me with naught but swells,
As feelings deep within me well,
Consume my being then depart,
Freed no darkness they impart.
A year almost of constant lies,
An enemy, whose words denied,
Cast a curse so slowly placed,
As jealousy that mars her face.
Belittled by this coward's acts,
Who defied most sacred pact,
I love her as her shadows live,
And everything she's done forgive.
Henceforth I move past every pain,
And work to gather and regain,
The love, compassion I once held,
That which iron chains; withheld.
Love and peace and joy be found,
Watch them shine, hear them resound!
For darkness will not conquer all,
While light is present it shall fall.
sad french films.'take me to a sunsoaked horizon'sad french films.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'wake up to yourself. life isn't a fucking love story'
but oh how she wished it was. if only his smile reminded her of the way the sun seemed to shine just that little bit brighter on a winter's day, or of watching the sun set in summer. if only she could walk around with a handful and a pocketful and a heartfull of stories. but she can never see his reflection in the midnight sky and he never tells her she's beautiful.
he has dark circles under his eyes and when things go wrong he sits alone in small parks drinking until he passes out. at first, she thought it was beautifully sad, but when you're being rushed to hospital to have your stomach pumped, it's not as beautiful any more. when you're coughing and spluttering in the gutter with vomit in your hair and no one around to help its not so poetic.
sometimes she sits down to write about how she feels but nothing comes. all she can see is him with white noise spilling from his mouth and his angry
A Modest ProposalThe scientist saidA Modest Proposal5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are a drop of iodine
On the slide labelled
Aside from staining it purple
You peel the gauze from my pupils
And show me
Structural Features and
I could never see before."
He said "You are like
Cataract surgery and,
With my new vision,
You are all I want to see."
Looking up from his one knee,
Across his hand holding hers,
"I have relabelled the slide
With your name.
I don't know what cells
Will grow there,
But I know I want to see them clearly,
And I know I want them
I'm Not Gonna Cry...I'm Not Gonna Cry...5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I looked down at his beaten form, horrified.
He was merely a child, barely half my age at most. There he was, in a decrepit alley, sitting along a wall that was splattered with what I hoped to God was not his own blood.
It saddened me that when I moved my hand towards him, holding out some food, he looked as if he wanted to scurry away. Even sadder was that he couldn't move, or do anything else for that matter, in his state. He took to merely staring at me with fear etched in his eyes.
I looked around at the main street that the small little alley was connected to. It was large and bustling with people on a bright sunny day.
I didn't get why the people stopped, looked at the little boy, and then walked away as if they never even saw him.
I looked back at him and saw the tears in his eyes, but they didn't fall. Somehow, I knew he was trying to hold them back.
"I won't hurt you."
"Everybody hurts me."
A labored, coarse voice, way too old for his age, occasionally racked by a gurgling sou
AffectionIf I could spreadAffection5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
across the world
with the blow of
I would so love
to watch the white
puffs float to meet
I want to see more eyes,
lighting up like fireflies;
finding their way home.
The Ocean Storm EncounterIris awoke to the warm, salty air of the morning, and stepped out of her quarters to see how the day looked. A gentle wind pushed the Cuttlefish, and the rising sun painted the surrounding clouds a deep red. Waves quietly sloshed against the hull of the ship a truly beautiful day for sailing. Iris rarely took the time to appreciate such a wonderful landscape, but she made an exception today. As the other crewmembers roused and began their daily toil, a shape on the horizon caught Iris's eye; as she turned her focus towards it, she realized it was another vessel. She called up to the person in the crow's nest, "Can ye' make out the name of that ship?"The Ocean Storm Encounter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Aye, captain." the crewmember obeyed, looking through a small silver telescope. "It looks like it's called the Ocean Storm." She read, putting her scope away and glancing at her captain, awaiting a response. The name echoed through Iris's mind like the aftershock of a cannon fire; a cold chill rang through her rig
L-O-V-ELove is just a word.L-O-V-E5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A 4 lettered word.
All words mean something, but saying 'I love you' just doesn't cut it.
You need to prove your love, without going all the way.
If you can prove it, it's real.
ChelseaOnce upon a time, in a time like the present, there was a girl called Chelsea.Chelsea5 years ago in General More Like This
She is very pleased to meet you,
Though she'll never meet you
Eye to eye.
I remember Chelsea
As the girl who painted everything.
From the age of four she carried a large pad of bristol board (comically large in her neat little hands) and a palette of watercolours. Painting while wallking requires a mastery of the juggler's trade, but she learned fast simply by refusing to stop.
When a painting was finished she would pull out the sheet and drop it.
And that moment had passed.
I met her at age sixteen, ejected from the cinema that was kind enough to employ me. In this age of movie piracy, a girl who painted the movie as she watched was a matter of some debate among the senior staff.
Eventually she was removed - with some relief on my manager's part - when a customer complained of the little torch she held in her teeth, the better to see the pad.
I was smoking outside watch
the aristocracy called in sick"Hello, honey. I see you've come home early tonight. I have something to tell you."the aristocracy called in sick5 years ago in General More Like This
Yes, I've missed you dear, and I have something to tell you to -- something to give you. Something in my pocket is feeling rather regicidal today; rather daring, rather curious, rather . . . committed, I'd say.
Oh, hun, what are you on about now? Do you think you're some chivalrous casanova? This morning, the starlit skies twinkled and it reminded me of your eyes, but I know I was just being fanciful."
Sit down, my darling mermaid. Let's engage in some blue-blooded talk. My eloquence has lost me again, and I'm more pretentious than nervous. Do you love me?
Of course, I do dear, but I need to tell you something! And why are you down on one knee?
Because they're weak from your presence; they need your calcium. Because my heart is on the floor, and I love you. Because, o
Avatar-The EndWe all know Avatar is (sadly) coming to an end. (Le Gasp! The Blasphemy!) Its true. And, well, Ive come to certain conclusions (aka theories) as to what will happen by series end.Avatar-The End6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I know what youre thinking. Oh great, another crazy Zutaraian and her crazy theories. Well, let me tell you something, first ya gotta hear me out before you bash me. (Then you can bash me, which Im sure you will.)
Starting off with Ozai; the big, bad (hot) evil guy. This may come as a shock to some, but I firmly believe Ozai will die. What? Rose, are you crazy? I thought you loved your Ozai! I do, I really do. I still go crazy and you can probably see drool coming to my mouth whenever I see him. However, I know he has to go down. Im not just saying down like lose a fight, imprisoned or something. I mean die, no more, finished, dead, and gone.
Every evil person will meet their justice, the justice that fits them. What a person deserves is up to the individual person and wha
Bloody Temptation Chapter 4"Wai-wait a second!" Naruto yelped as the black haired man pulled him across the cobbled stones. His shoes caught every so often on the street, making him yelp and pitch forward before the man caught him and set him hurridly on his feet.Bloody Temptation Chapter 46 years ago in Horror More Like This
"This is no time to ask questions!" His kidnapper said curtly as he turned sharply down an alley. They could both hear the guards as they clattered none too quietly on the rough ground. Naruto yelped and ducked as he heard the tell-tale pops of the muskets being fired at them.
"At least tell me your name!" The blonde wailed as the wall right infront of him exploded from a shot.
"Sasuke! Now shut UP!" The man roared, turning and lifting the protesting boy over his shoulder. Sasuke, as his name was, moved faster that Naruto thought possible with him over his shoulder. He pushed himself against the man's blue jacket to look at the guards and see how close they were. He yelped as he just barely missed getting hit in the face with the dagger on the front of
A You are beautiful...I thought you were evil, you know. Once Zuko said and looked down at his hands. He sat cross-legged on the ground while the fire in front of him was eating the wood hungrily. Everyone was asleep except from him and the water bending girl. KataraA You are beautiful...7 years ago in Teen More Like This
Evil? How could I be the evil one? You were the one who tried to kidnap Aang, wanted the Fire Nation to rule the world, and kept letting people down! He didnt look up. She had hit a weak spot but he had expected every single word.
I know. But at that time, I thought I was the one who was the good guy. I wanted to capture the Avatar so I could restore my honour. Return to what I called my home. I wanted the Fire Nation, my home, to win the war because I had been told that we were the good ones. That we wanted to give wisdom and balance to the world. I see now, that that wasnt the truth, and I really cant blame anyone for still not trusting me. Especially you. Ive made a lot of bad