Book Two: Realization pt 2 I sighed as I watched the horizon. I liked sitting at this ledge. Not a lot of people came up here, which surprised me. You could see the entire village from this spot, and if you came at just the right time, the sun shone right through the leaves of the trees. It was nice.Book Two: Realization pt 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I came up here a lot. I came here to think, or to not think. Its main purpose was to get me out of the house. Why did my parents have to fight so much? They said they loved each other. I used to think they completely hated each other, until one time I saw my mother crying at the window.
Mother? I asked delicately. Like I said, I wasnt one to get into others businesses, but I felt it was my duty as a son to ask.
Book Four: Redemption-Epilogue Book Four: RedemptionBook Four: Redemption-Epilogue8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Redemption- n. The act of saving from a state of sinfulness or making up for past mistakes
The next few weeks would be the beginning of redemption. After our cry-fest, I showed them some brochures of Family Counseling I had in my pocket.
We all need to do this. The sessions arent the cheapest things in the world, but Im willing to spend my money that Ive saved up.
ExcusesExcuses4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mother beat me.
My mother stole,
my mother lied,
one day she stabbed me,
with a knife,
blood dripping on the floor,
I managed to call,
and they carried me,
out the door,
onto the walk,
took me away.
I woke up,
maybe the next day,
my mother beside me,
head in her hands,
I saw tears in her eyes,
but my heart was ice.
"Hi," I managed to say,
"what's your story today?"
Book Two: Realization pt 1 Book Two: RealizationBook Two: Realization pt 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Realization- n. The act of comprehending completely or correctly.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
My alarm clock was soon silenced by me throwing it across the room. I looked over my shoulder and realized I had accidentally broken the thing. Darn it! Mother would have a cow with me. She already spent hours fussing over how much money it cost. Its like she didnt even hear me say thank you. That taught me a lesson for sure. Id never say thank you again! Wh
Whole Grain NirvanaWhole Grain Nirvana2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A while ago when you were born you woke up into a world of doctored yellow lights reflecting off pale slime green puke pink tiles fuming with vapors of dried up lemon Lysol and would have shivered cold if your wrinkly hands hand had plopped down onto the floor instead of being wrapped into a blanket and weighed on a shiny metal machine mirroring artificial suns into your pupils.
Sometimes, after a shower, and it's winter now, with black mornings & blacker coffee, I really wonder if cologne covers that infant stink that I- that we- all still carry around like dandruff in hair it just keeps coming back. I take cold showers to keep my skin & hair from drying out but when I step dripping out of the shower and onto the bathroom scale there has got to be some Freudian unconscious psychoanalytic monster creeping around immobile memories in a place too dark to see. A place that gives off gut feelings instead of emotions. And that monster is tinkering back there waiting to do harm with t
HellKunzite fell, fell, fell, but he wasnt going anywhere. The darkness around him was eternal. Sad thoughts filled his mind. Zoisite, he wondered, is this the place you have guided me to? Please, tell me I have lost my way you are too beautiful for such a place!! But the darkness gave no answer. It was cold and unyielding.Hell6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kunzite sat on the ground, though he couldnt see it. What was the point of living, of falling in love, if he did not know where his loved one was now that the end had come? He hugged his legs as they curled up to his chest, wishing desperately that the arms around him were Zoisites. He hadnt done this since he was a child so many years ago, but it felt good to think of someone hugging him. He was dead now- his pride didnt matter. Zoisite .
As if on call, a voice rang through the darkness. KUNZITE-SAMA! Kunzite leapt to his feet, joyful, boundless bliss running through him.
Zoisite! he cried.
Book Three: Release Book Three: ReleaseBook Three: Release8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Release- v. To free from something that binds, fastens, or holds back; let go
Man, this is stupid. I said, leaning against the roof of the house, hoping I couldnt be seen through the window. I felt really awkward and was starting to have second thoughts. No, I thought, I have to do this! I sighed and arched around.
Tick! Tick! Tick!
I saw the back of Shakinos head jolt up. She had papers all over her desk. I guess she ha
Book Five: Recovery-Epilogue EPILOGUEBook Five: Recovery-Epilogue8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Book Five: Recovery
Recovery- n. A return to a normal condition
Looking back on it all, I realize just how much of a dramatic time in my life it all was. But dont think I lived happily ever after. Like all families, we ha
TagRadiant sunlightTag4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
trailing behind clouds of gray
chasing them away
The Drunk Knight RisesI was joking around on facebook about The Dark Knight Rises when my friend and I began to change every one of Bane's quotes into drinking related ones. The rest of this came as a result. I hope you enjoy this goofy thing! Has some kind of spoilers I guess if you haven't seen the movie. Most of it is Bane since those are the quotes we remembered the best.The Drunk Knight Rises3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Catwoman "I'm sorry they took all your whiskey"
Bruce Wayne "No you're not."
Bane "Once you are reallly blasted, then you have my permission to vomit"
Bane "Now is not the time for drinks doctor Pavel. They come later."
Bane "Do you accept this man's toxicity level? Of all the drunks? Of ALL the drinkers?"
Bane "You know I have to pass out now. You can just imagine the good times"
Bane "Alcohol and whiskey are powerful drinks for the light weighted. But you and I are not lightweights, aren't we Bruce?"
Bane "You merely adopted alcoholism. I was BORN into it."
CIA Agent "What will happen if I take your drink away?"
Bane "It would be pai
You and Your Beautiful SoulYou and Your Beautiful Soul8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The morning came bright and cool. Birds chirped in the branches of the Dark Forest and owls hooted wearily as they trekked in from their nocturnal hunts. A fairy or two darted in the lavender patch and the squid in the lake waved a lazy tentacle as it dove under for a nap. Yes, the animals were either turning in or just waking up, welcoming a sunny new day.
All animals, that is, except Ron Weasley. He was still in bed, snoring loudly, contently curled up beneath his thick duvet.
Harry watched him fondly as he settled the strap of his bag across his chest. Walking over, he shook the boy's shoulder, skillfully dodging the sleepy arm that flew out to attack him and smiled as Ron rolled onto his stomach. This was why no one else wanted to rouse the Weasley. His awkward growth spurt had granted him long limbs and sleek, strong muscle in which to control them. But Harry was used to it by now and could deftly avoid any attack the redhead might obliviously dish out.
A smirk forming on his lips
Friend.Friend.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I frolicked in the forest when I met a deer who adorned me with a beautiful rack of antlers. We gamboled through the endless trees, nibbling mushrooms and eating fallen pinecones laden with magic.
I bestowed him a warm marbled coat and sleek auburn horns and we danced together in triumph and gratitude.
In the circle of magical mushrooms where curious water flows endlessly, I became a dove while he, a raven. We circled each other, white and black feathers fluttering as the other deer lay in the shafts of sunlight, watching us with sleepy, soulful eyes.
We hailed each other in the graveyard ruins, playing kings and loyal subjects. He taught me to jump atop a broken pillar and made me a king, as a deer with feathered antlers watched us curiously.
I fell off the pillar again, my dark hooves unaccustomed to the uneven unnaturalness of the marbled stone. Then I watched as he leapt gracefully onto the pillar once more, folding his legs and settling down comfortably.
He lowered his head agains
InsanityInsanityInsanity5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Insanity it claws at me ripping through my skin
Insanity it crawls in me a monster in my head
Expected myself to have killed, silenced, gotten rid of it
All it did was sleep waiting for my guard to slip
Now awakening it tortures me coming back again
The wounds it carves getting deeper every time
Becoming more severe with every second
And I can't make it stop
How can I make it stop
Cut off its claws pull out its teeth
Stab out those piercing eyes
That is what I thought I did but this won't ever end
I wish it had a heartbeat so I could still it with my own two hands
But its only heartbeat is my own
No Thank Yousoul searching inNo Thank You1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a man made religion. hypocrisy is
rampart in many minds.
Wings of a ButterflyBe sure to have the courage in you, I told him,Wings of a Butterfly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The courage to crush the wings of a butterfly
The gentleness to kiss the lips of aggression
And emerge victorious.
Forget the beauty of a placid pond, I implored,
You must hurl the mossy stone with the fear of falling
With frictionless fingertips, you will watch it fall
And stroke the wings of a butterfly.
You will find the gossamer noose, I warned him,
Around your neck, and you will cut your fingers
On the wings of a butterfly, and it will struggle
But you must not let go.
With the wings of a butterfly, I whispered somberly
As he turned and walked away,
You will fan the flames, you will perish among the ashes
You will feel the heat of oppression
But they cannot stop the ripples
Or crush the wings of a butterfly.
"What Was He Thinking?" Pt 2Harry opened his mouth to say something, forgot what it was, and closed it again, making him look remarkably like a fish."What Was He Thinking?" Pt 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Potter, Harry licked his lips.
Well, uh, Draco, I actually wanted to have a chat Harry slipped in the room past Draco, plopping down on the couch.
Draco raised a delicate eyebrow, but ignored the intrusion, figuring that, if anything, hed just get to punch Harry in the face later.
What do you want, Potter? Draco repeated.
Well, uh . I-I just gah, I really, er wanted to-uh Draco smirked.
Im sorry, Potter, youre going to have to repeat that for me. What is it you want?
Harry gave up, getting up and going over to Draco.
You, He said simply, before pressing his mouth against his.
What happened next was a blur. Before Harry could even think to run down the stairs and away from a vengeful blonde Slytherin, Draco had him pressed firmly against the wa
The Eyes of a Horse- SlaughterDo you REMEMBER that day? The day when you walked into my field for the last time? I came right up to you, EAGER for a treat and a quick pat on the neck, and was rewarded when you snapped my halter on and led me to the gate. I was CONFUSED; you had never had this look before, and I had never felt this EMOTION coming from you. What had happened?The Eyes of a Horse- Slaughter8 years ago in Horror More Like This
I remember I had tossed my head as I saw a large truck pulled up beside my home. I had looked at you, WONDERING if we were going somewhere perhaps another show? I used to jump for you all the time, but we hadnt worked out for a long time, more than one cold season. I saw you shake hands with a large man who smelled of sweat and FEAR, and began to feel the tip of WORRY. You looked me in the eye and said Be good, boy, and turned away, shaking.
I was scared, but I OBEDIENTLY followed the man into a small, crowded trailer that was thick with DREAD and urine. I TRUSTED you, and knew you would never send me anywhere that I woul
"What Was He thinking?" What Was He Thinking? pt.1"What Was He thinking?"8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
WARNING. Homosexual and adult...ish situations, in this or later chapters. Don't like that sort of thing, walk away now. Don't say I didn't warn you.
When Harry kissed Draco, he'd known what his reaction would be. He'd be surprised, of course, immobile for a few seconds because of the shock. Then, eventually, he'd jump back, screaming profanities and streams of insults. Harry would tell him to just shut up, push him closer against the wall, and continue on.
thoughts of a cutter.1. I do it for me, not youthoughts of a cutter.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
2. Sometimes, I just want to feel something, anything but numb
3. I haven't done it in over a year, but I still have those urges, that desire to just give in to the temptation
4. I will not promise you I won't do it, because I know I'll wind up hurting you and being nothing but a failure in the long run
5. Don't try and understand, because I just know you won't be able to comprehend the why, after your sudden shock of finding out
6. Call me anything you want, but DON'T call me emo, or an attention whore
7. The feeling of that blade digging into my arm makes my skin tingle with chills full of pleasure
8. I sometimes don't know why I do it, but all I know is that it feels amazing to harm myself
9. You might not understand, but I wanted to do it, nobody encouraged me or suggested it
10. Hearing you say that you think I'm stupid for doing such a thing, makes me want to laugh in your face. Try and put yourself in my shoes and then tell
Draco's Escort ServiceDracos Escort ServiceDraco's Escort Service8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry was livid.
No! Absolutely not! he yelled. There has to be someone else!
Hes the best, Lupin insisted. And he checks out.
Draco Malfoy checks out? Harry thundered. By whose standards? The bastard has done more to make my life a living hell than anyone other than Voldemort!
He was a child, Harry. He regrets his actions and has redeemed himself time and again. For Gods sake, Harry, he lost everything to Voldemort!
SO DID I! Harry bellowed. At least Malfoy got to grow up with parents! He had a fucking decent childhood!
Dont you think that would make his loss even harder to bear? Lupin yelled back.
I DONT CARE!
Lupin threw up his hands. Harry glared.
Ill go alone, Harry decided adamantly.
You cant. Lupins words were like a slap in the fa
ConfundusLe Obscure Prompt War Round FiveConfundus8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prompts: hospital, stubby pencil, box of Smarties, pig heart, corset
Lilith has declared me victor so that should could rush off to Rome on holiday, so we have decided to engage in battle with LOPW II upon her return. With a Phrase War next time. This shall be the last installment of this particular war... Hope you enjoyed it thus far!
When Harry woke up, he recognized his surroundings without surprise. Most people would be somewhat shocked to find themselves regaining consciousness in a hospital, but Harry Potter was not most people, and his first thought was simply, Hospital again. Wonder which one?
He Summoned his glasses and put them on. His eyes skimmed the room casually while he did a mental check to assess for damage. He felt pretty good, considering he just woke up in a hospital bed. Ah, that brickwork was