Edward Scissorhands - Pt 9Edward Scissorhands - Pt 94 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Nobody was looking at the dark and gabled silhouette on the hill overlooking the town at exactly twenty-two minutes to twelve that Saturday night. It was lucky that nobody had, or more than one of the townsfolk would have added a new chapter to the peculiar ghost story that had insidiously circulated throughout the town over the decades, permeating the life of each and every inhabitant. For one brief instant, every single light in the place had flared on, crowning the whole hill with a blaze of glory.
The man with the scissors for hands had indeed discovered the electricity junction box.
Edward was lying flat on his back, hair alight with blue sparks, eyes rolling back in his head under the pale eyelids, almost out of their sockets. A faint curl of smoke drifted lazily up from the scorched black leather rags that swathed the prone form, and a smell of burning plastic hung in the air. It wasn't the first time and it certain
Edward - Story of Snow Pt4Edward - Story of Snow Pt44 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Moira ventured up to the old inventor's house to see the boy with the scissors for hands often after that.
After making sure nobody was watching her behind the net curtains of the pastel washed bungalows she passed, she would run along the street and straight up to the forlorn and twisted old gates. This was only the start of the journey. She would then slither through them - they were swinging drunkenly off their hinges - make her way up the steep and tree-lined hill, through the massive gatehouse with its leering demons and then on through the frost rimed garden until she abruptly came to a halt in front of the massive ironbound oak door.
It was never locked. She always half expected that today, maybe it would be, and that there was really nobody up here in the twisted old manor house but she also knew that the ghost who haunted it could never leave.
Moira would climb up the great silver and stone staircase, sending the dust clouds whirling, up and up a
Edward - Story of Snow Part 8Edward - Story of Snow Part 84 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The boy with the scissors for hands had been walking along the length of the metal conveyor belt in the great inventing room, poking and prodding at the ominous metal machines that spanned it.
At this precise moment Edward had eased himself onto his back, and was lying on the belt itself, peering upwards while fiddling with one of the spindly, pastry-cutting robots. He looked a little like a garage mechanic right now except for the fact that this mechanic's fearsome tools were riveted permanently to the ends of his arms with great rods and bolts, and very few mechanics wear shining black skin-tight leather, sewn and bound up with innumerable buckles, straps and studs. Any further pretence to ordinary humanity ended with the strange boy's face however.
Technically it could have been a beautiful face, and perhaps it may even have been so once, long, long ago. There was an underlying regular
Edward - Story of Snow Pt1Edward - Story of Snow Pt14 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sepia shadows striated the dusty wooden floorboards of a long abandoned attic. The silence was as soft as the worm eaten rafters and yet was there a breath softer than silence? A spider's dark shadow in the far corner against the wall shifted ever so slightly. There ran the spider, away, skittering over the bare beams, but somehow the long and crooked shadow remained.
A figure drifted from the gloom, less purposeful than the spider, yet horribly alike. It was almost as if a designer, drawing up plans for a fantastically thin and looming spectre, had conceived this very figure on paper as the true spirit of a spider, all legs, and horrid black angularity and yet had compromised in the face of practical reality and was finally able only to produce a mere insect.
No spider in a child's worst nightmare could have matched this black and ragged apparition of dust and apparent decay. The creature appeared to be composed of scraps, spare parts and limbs bound tog
White Dress Turns RedI'm Edward.White Dress Turns Red4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I'm not finished.
Nor do I mean to hurt you.
I know that you love me, and I love you back.
But I cannot even hold your hand without splitting it in half.
Each time I hold you, I feel like I could stab you right in the waist.
White dress turns red.
I know you love me
But you must leave, now.
I never belonged in your world.
I never belonged in the sunlight.
I never belonged to be with you.
I really did.
No matter what I did
From creating art to saving a boy's life
I will be feared.
Now I can never return.
I killed a man.
Slaughtered him with my own hands.
I hope you know that I will miss you.
Each time the snow falls
I hope each snowflake is an angel
Whispering your name.
Sombras da Noite.Sombras da Noite.3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sombras da Noite (Dark Shadows)
Quando se anuncia um filme de Tim Burton, a coisa mais previsível é a presença de Johnny Deep no elenco, em "Sombras da Noite" não poderia ser diferente e marca a oitava parceria dos dois amigos.
O filme procura adaptar uma clássica novela dos anos 60/70, onde foca-se na tradicional família Collins, fundadora da cidade de Collinsport e que possuía um império de pesca e uma reputação gloriosa, mas decaiu por conta do herdeiro Barnabas Collins (Johnny Deep) ter esnobado e desprezado a criada e bruxa, Angelique Bonchard (Eva Green), que amaldiçoa a família, transformando Barnabas em um vampiro e aprisionando em um caixão, deixando ele 200 anos preso. Em 1972, ele finalmente é liberto e retorna em um mundo totalmente diferente, com sua família na ruina e a feiticeira que o amaldiçoou na gloria. Barnabas então procura reerguer a família e tentar se incluir nesse fren
She's A DrugShe's really a drug,She's A Drug5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A kick to your system.
You crave the high,
And fear the fall.
The ups and downs,
Take them as they come.
Soar through the air,
Then drop when she calls.
A smile on your face,
But tears in your eyes.
The cycle is painful,
But you want it all.
Can't love her or hate her.
It's such an addiction.
My lips become numb,
I can't speak her name.
The need is real,
But so's the truth,
You know what she is,
It's all such a shame.
Move this way and that,
Wherever you're placed.
You're just another piece
In this terrible game.
So with a smile on your face
And tears in your eyes,
Look away from the needle,
And wish it goodbye.
Lovely SuicideThis is my own life, This is my home,Lovely Suicide5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm alone, I am death, I am cold,
I keep my friends far away and my sadness close,
Hate is my blanket, Despair is my pillow,
I close my eyes and I see you,
I beg you on my knees that I'm sorry and that I can change,
I cry out only to wake up and I'm alone once more,
Am I falling into insanity?
Am I dead and in hell?
My reality is fading and my choices are thin,
I'm like the video you rewind over and over,
I'm the person you pass by on the street and not even notice,
My life is the one you never hear about,
My words are like the channel you never watch,
I could beg you to hear my words but you would never listen,
But one day you will hear this,
About the man who committed a lovely suicide,
Only then will you know I am here.
I love you.She was the type of girl who knew by heart the definition of each and every sentiment. Yet the words spelled and sprawled across the pages remained simply that--words, seemingly outside her grasp forever. And yet she prolonged the ritual of carving definitions, word-for-word, into the wall that closed off her mind. But it was not that she could not feel or that she would not feel. It was simply that she harbored deep inside a passion that no words in existence could ever describe. But I now know the word she so desperately searched for; it was "love". To the unknown entity that inspired her and drove her forward, the only words necessary to convey were these: "I love you."I love you.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And I do.
The sign of a poetI write in stanzasThe sign of a poet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But hate to speak in rhyme
Though, I still do it
Most of the time
My handwriting's not the best
Yet you'd think it would
I write fairly often
But it's still not that good...
All of my emotions
Become a work of art
Good and bad critiques
Help me play my part
Drinking gamesDrinking games7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Mr.T." Mrs. Lovett walked into the room, carrying down three bottles of gin and two glasses. She set them on the trunk near the door as she tried to wipe the rain water from her face." Rainin' cats an' dogs out there it is love."
"Wot is this for?" Sweeney asked motioning towards the items she had brought. He eyed the grinning baker curiously.
"Well love, it's such a dreary night and it's all ready gettin' late and I just thought you an' I could 'ave a little fun."
He glared at the red headed woman as though she had suggested they steal the popes underwear. "I don' have fun!" He spat the last word out.
"I know, I know dearie but don' you think it'd be ok jus' this once, I mean-"
"No!" She just sighe
2. Love - AkurokuLove.2. Love - Akuroku5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's a strange word isn't it?
Four letters constructed into a word that could change one's life forever.
I remember the first time I experienced the word 'love', it was applied to a sentence containing two other words. Both of which connected me to another person directly through strong feelings and emotions by the means of a statement. A statement I will never forget.
"I love you."
To be honest I don't think it was what was said that startled me but who was saying it. It came from my best, and childhood, friend. His name is Axel, and he managed to turn my world upside down with three simple words strung into a statement. Probably the strongest statement someone could ever make.
"You what?" It was stupid that that was all I could think to say, but I was in shock, and I'm sure brain malfunction is something that's almost always paired with that.
"Oh god," was the answer I received to my question as Axel put his hands over his face, muffling his next words. "I shouldn't ha
Life and Death of Puppet GirlOnce there was a puppet girlLife and Death of Puppet Girl11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who lived close to the beach.
She wanted to go down to the sea
But it was always out of reach.
In her room by night and day,
Imprisoned by her strings,
She'd wait and sleep and sometimes pray
For the news the sea breeze brings.
One morning when the sun was shining
And the birds were flying high
She heard the distant sound of crying
That was carried through the sky.
The sound of this then grew louder
Until it filled her room
Until her drooping wooden head
Was steadily filled with gloom.
"Why won't this crying stop" she said
"Why won't this go away?"
"I want the crier to drop dead
And not disturb my day."
Suddenly as she thought this
The air became very still
The warm sea breeze moved through her room
But left her with a chill.
Now there was silence where she lay
Imprisoned by her strings
And on her wooden face a smile...
The kind of gift only dying brings.
Bella's lullabyAs i laid there, still awakeBella's lullaby7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I heard his soft voice emanate
Oh how wonderful it was
and I loved it just because
It brings back every memory
of the day I turned eighteen
He sang me my own lullaby
that always made me close my eyes
I didn't dare to make a peep
As Edward's voice lulled me to sleep
And now I thank him once again
as I fade off to sleep with him
It almost makes me want to cry,
hearing my own lullaby
Silent Hearts.Girl: HeySilent Hearts.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(You're here, and I'm born again. I can feel it; the jumbled thoughts that flow through my mind are now spilling and falling onto the keyboard. I want to share every moment I've spent without you.)
(I'm sorry, I'm late. I love reading it, the small stories which have bloomed into poetry imprinted onto the mindless screen in front of me. You give it a life like no other.)
Girl: Are you going to the carnival?
(I want to go with you. I want to dance around and laugh as you stumble after me. I want us to wander like aimless children and drag you along with the touch of our fingertips.)
(Yes. I want to be there. I want to watch you laugh and dance around the coloured stalls and plastic heads of smiling clowns. I want to feel you digging your nails into my flesh as we sit in a small cart that slithers up the tracks, before descending to Earth and hearing our hearts race. I want to catch you when you fall and the once crystal lights
She is BeautifulShe wears a mask.She is Beautiful4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Which nobody seems to note,
Nor even ask
Of the beauty that is afloat
Amongst the high vanity
That has crept its way
Into the heart of society.
She holds little to no faith,
Finding it to be despicable
Having hidden her face
And thinking herself as invisible.
When, in fact,
She is beautiful.
Surreal, So RealMy glass is almost empty as I stumble to the floor.Surreal, So Real5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sink into another world underneath the door.
Fragments of the party left behind along the sand.
Memories of laughter from last night still withstand.
I Feel Surreal, I Feel So Real...
I Feel Surreal, I Feel So Real...
Fuzzy spots of neon dots sprinkled in our sun...
Watch the monkey's babble on until there's no more fun
I Feel Surreal, I Feel So Real...
I Feel Surreal, I Feel So Real...
Whisper sweet nothings, as I brush against your ear.
Kiss and hold and share with me, let's dance away our fear.
I Feel Surreal, I Feel So Real...
I Feel Surreal, I Feel So Real...
I Feel So Real...
I LOVE YOU.I think of him a lot - my heart aches, my eyes burn, my facade shatters, I miss him even when I say I don't, II LOVE YOU.5 years ago in General More Like This
miss the butterflies that would fill my stomach at a single thought of him, I miss the way he made the most simple
of acts seem so amazing, a hug, a kiss, a smile, a laugh. I miss the wanting.& Wanting everything, wanting nothing
- being so filled up by him! I miss the need - needing to be so much closer, but closer never being enough. I even
miss the pain he brought. Never being good enough, scared I will be left broken if he left... and he did, I miss the
way he hurt me... a few times in fact, but I never gave up. It hurts, it always has and probably always will. I pretend
that I am okay with him being gone. I say it does not hurt, but really, it changed me and still tears me up inside.
I will wait for my time to come, to b
i'd do anything to be with youi cannot eat my cereal because my tears, too thick,i'd do anything to be with you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are ruining the flavour... with a "u", because all i want is...
you are perfect for me. okay ? motherfucking perfect.
my missing piece, my truelove, the one i'd do anything
for. now i am listening to all the songs that make me
think of you, just trying to hold on. i know you think
that i deserve better, but no... i don't even deserve you.
i don't deserve your heart. but here, take mine anyway.
if i can't have you, i don't want anyone. i would feel like
i were cheating.
please don't tell me it's not my fault.
i don't want to sounds obsessed, but
i would rather have no life than to be
without you. please, please, please.
understand. the milk in my bowl is
soggy like my heart, the one that you
have for the rest of time, and i just
can't enjoy a spoonful of rejection.
please, please, please. give this
a shot. for me. please.
Looking Into Your EyesIt's like finding a connection into my own heart,Looking Into Your Eyes4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To gaze into the beautiful of something that could one day feel terrible,
Trust in that you won't look away,
At least not before your heart slips from mine.
And I wish for it to never slip from mine,
Because the only music I long to hear are your whispers in my ears,
The only promises of happiness I need,
And perhaps a little more taste of your soft soft lips.
I love you, incredibly,
And hope you feel the same indefinitely,
Because I feel I want you so much you could not possibly imagine,
And love you in a way where no part of my heart could be left hidden.
your smile lights up my heart.love isn't roses or sweet-smelling chocolate, you muse, heart thumping and skipping beats as a film of something (the colour of love) slides over your eyes. love's in him, his breathless laughing, the way he bleeds blissfulness, and the way his smile gives you daily cavities. no, you correct yourself as he comes bounding to you, love's the way he beams even brighter (how?) when he melts into your embrace, and the half-squeal he emits when you kiss the living daylights out of him (in an attempt to taste love at it's purest, unstained form).your smile lights up my heart.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you're horribly tempted to climb up top of a hill and yell out towards the world that he's perfect, but you know that's not true (and rather naïve of you). yes, he cries, he screams, and he falls so often you're afraid he's going to fragment into little pieces and they'll just escape through your fingers when you try and pick them up. but he wipes his tears away with the back of his hand, swallows down the pain in his throat and st
I'll Love You Even In DeathHer hand tightens on mineI'll Love You Even In Death4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I kiss her into the bed.
Her mouth is parted,
Inviting me in.
She's never acted this way before.
Always alone, always sulking.
But now she's opened up
She's shown me her scars, her tears.
I lick her neck right under the chin
She squirms under me, sighing for more.
But I don't.
Laying down besides her,
I kiss her on the head.
She may pout in protest,
But I just pull her closer.
Until she's wrapped in my arms.
She fits me, like a puzzle piece.
I'm not ever letting her go,
Not even if she dies.
The Xiaolin New Year"Cheers!"The Xiaolin New Year8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They all clanked their drinks.
Even if they were mortal enemies normally, they put their good and evil differences behind them for the rare occasion of celebrating the holidays. Or, in this case, New Years.
Omi, Clay, Kimiko, Raimundo, Shadow of the Day, Jack Spicer, Chase Young, and Shadow of the Night had gathered in a special part of the Forrest of Neither Here Nor There, curtsy of Chase, and settled down with food and drinks to celebrate the New Year that night as friends rather than foes. Now, they were sitting in a circle, drinking and laughing like they had been friends their whole lives.
Raimundo, who had never consumed any type of alcoholic beverage in his entire life (as if any one of them had), was the quickest to become drunk.
He swayed hiccupped. "Ho boy, am I ever wasted… *hic*"
Everyone laughed. Shadow-D had a groggy look, but replied, "Yeah, we know you are, Rai. But then, you won't be terr'bly diff'rent from your sober self."
LOLTyping the wordsLOL8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With tears in my eyes
Like it is perfectly natural
Laughing out Loud
Can't see me cry
To see through these tears
Just to realize
You typed another damn smiley face
The rest of the message
Is so happy
Why don't you wring my neck yourself
Instead of letting the words do the dirty-work?
I can barely stomach
You typing the words
"The world is great" to me
Next to follow
Is some insperation proverb
You felt compelled to share
Once more, it's a lie
Solemnly I type the words
"That's a great one
It's so inspirational"
Don't say I lied though
Because you started it
I don't see
How you can even tolerate yourself
Your so happy
You sicken me deeply
But yet I linger
For fear of being alone
You make a desperate attempt
At some joke
Barely seeing the screen through the teary haze
I type LOL once more
But everything I typed
Has been in code
I'm crying right now
You try something else