north station"why is it you always come home covered in blood?"north station6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"because i never bring a change of clothes with me."
"is it your blood this time, or someone else's?"
"oh, it's rebecca's."
"why is rebecca bleeding?"
"i think she's stopped by now."
"glad to hear it, but why was she bleeding in the first place?"
"right. rebecca got hit by a train."
"gosh- is she alright?"
"yeah, of course."
"shit, good thing. man, what happened?"
"i told you, rebecca got hit by a train."
"no shit. i mean, how did she get hit by the train?"
"well, see, she was on the tracks at the moment the train was-"
"fuck off. you know what i mean."
"i'm just messing with you."
"are you going to tell me?"
"not really, no."
"because you're an ugly fucker."
"yeah, you are. hey- don't touch me."
"shit- it's not like i want to. just why are you covered in blood?"
"rebecca got hit by a train."
"yeah, i get that. but why are you the one who's bloody?"
"i was too close."
"you were by her when she fell on the trac
All I Need - Chapter OneI don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of its characters.All I Need - Chapter One8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Where All of This Started
The first morning rays of the sun were descending upon the city of Ba Sing Se. The banished prince of the Fire Nation woke up in the house that was situated in the lower ring of the earth kingdom's capital.
When Zuko walked out of his room, he found his uncle sitting by the table with a cup of cold tea. You havent drunk your tea. He stated with a raised brow, bringing the old man out of his thoughts.
Oh youre awake! Yes, its really a sad sight, isnt it? He answered, while peeking down at it before making a small smile. Ill heat it up once weve talked.
The young bender sat down next to him and looked at him worrying. Did you sleep? You look tired
I am tired but its not what I wanted to talk about. He hesitated for a moment and looked up from his tea to his nephew.
I have loved you...---I have loved you...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In another time, I may have been your late night
confessionary, a Parisian whore to your
gentle hands and overwhelming needs. I could see us
loving each other without knowing names.
We are at times both romantic enough, and tragic
enough, for that.
And if I was not full of sin enough
to beckon your fingers to my skin, perhaps I
was only a girl you met for
un café au lait. You laid
your hand over mine beneath autumnal arbres, and we
made small talk about the world. Perhaps;
we are masters at making love with strangers. And you
peu importe. Je sais que je t'ai touché, dune
Love SoundsLove Sounds6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Mama?" A tiny voice slipped quietly through the room. Between her and the woman in the bed an impenetrable forest of metal stands, tubes and blinking machinery stood guard.
"Come in sweetheart, it's alright." Her mother's voice warmed the space, shushing the noisy equipment. "Mama's alright baby, come see me."
Clad in a pink dress and knee socks, the girl of no more than five years bravely stepped away from the safety of the door frame. Big blue eyes focused and fixed on her mother lying in the hospital bed, and her legs carried her along that line of focus until she could reach out and touch her hand.
"There, there, Mama's all better now." She held her daughter's hand gently, but firmly. "The doctors made me all better. Come. Climb up here and cuddle with me." She tried her best not to wince, shuffling a little to one side to make room. She held her one arm away so her daughter wouldn't become tangled in the web of cords snaking away from her body.
The girl climbed cautiously up the
Judas IscariotJudas Iscariot6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me kiss those lips
so good at stirring up dissent
among the rabble
and keeping dull clerics
on their toes
with nimble questions
that try my patience
and drive strong men to drink,
like how many angels can sit on a pin head
or how do you shove a fat guy
through the eye of a needle?
Turn my water into wine
and stun the crowd
with your miracle of choice.
Maybe the Lazarus trick
where you cheat death
and then appear on a grilled cheese sandwich
to housewives in Hoboken -
one last shell game
from the carpenter who would be king
and start a revolution.
You see, I have a plane to catch
(30 pieces of silver won't get ya far these days)
A one way ticket to the promised land;
but before I go, I need to know
Are we good?
Decay, My Darling1.Decay, My Darling8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was a dumbstruck wasteland,
a falling fast meteorite; Stuck in
the endless muck of tragedy. She craved
a stable boy, not an insane, topsy
turvy boy, but that was childish,
Silly and naive. She fluttered
her eyelashes, she showed off
her teeth, her tiny legs,
her soft bare feet.
She fell into the swimminghole;
they found her there, naked,
floating. Her mouth was open,
as if she were breathing.
On coming closer, they knew she
At the funeral, her eyelashes had
been dusted with glitter. Her body
had never looked so lissome, I had
thought she would have appeared
stiff, and strange. I whispered
Into her wisps of hair,
I whispered, and pretended
My Dark Angel Ch1CHAPTER 1My Dark Angel Ch17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Later that night everyone had went home except for Espio. He was just staring at the vault where the Chaos Emeralds were being held while he was thinking about Shadow, until a female voice called him.
Espio quickly spun around and saw a white bat standing behind him, Rouge, he murmured. What the hell do you want? Shouldnt you be with your new boyfriend?
Rouge smirked and crossed her arms, Someones jealous arent they?
Shut your trap, bat! I am not jealous!
Right, she said pretending to believe that was true. She slowly walked towards the vault where the Chaos Emeralds were.
Espio was getting suspicious, What are you doing here anyway?
To get what I came for.
And what is that?
The white bat placed her hands on the vault.
Wait a minute, youre not gonna... He knew that she was planning to take the emeralds from t
AC-Prototype: RooftopAC-Prototype: Rooftop4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wafts of smoke lifted from the glowing end of Desmond Miles' cigarette.
He stared at the floating tendrils, content to watch them drift up to the starry sky above.
Desmond sighed, curling forward to wrap his arms around his raised knees. He stared down at the bright city below him from the rooftops, frowning in thought.
The man looked tired, worn out. His eyes had small, dark bags underneath them. Small lines appeared around his mouth, mostly from his constant frowning. He inhaled on the small cancer stick, breathing out a cloud of white smoke. He had picked up smoking ever since...
He closed his eyes, looking as if he was in pain.
He could still see her face, see the shock and pain in her eyes. He was frozen, feeling the body-heat of her midsection as his blade had run her through, feeling the cold pulse of the golden artifact in his palm. They had both collapsed to the cold floor, him still staring in her eyes. He crawled toward her desperately, holding her face in his hands, ignorin
The girl...The girlThe girl...10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She was living a broken life
She thought no one cared
She always wanted to be alone
All because of a love she once shared.
He broke her heart
He made her cry
He told her lies
All this made her want to die.
She swore to the razor
She would be her best friend
She couldn't get her mind off Him
All this turned out bad in the end.
He found her dead
He read the note
He couldn't believe it
In it is what she wrote:
"I loved you
With all my heart
But all you did
Was tear me apart.
Im sorry and i still love you
I just wish you could have seen
What you did to me
Now I'm dead and only fourteen.."
He started to cry
He wanted her to know
He still loved her too
So then he though it was time for him to go.
The police found him
laying next to her
cold and bloody
with a note on the floor
"I loved you too
with all my heart
I didn't know
I was tearing you apart.
I'm sorry and i still love you too
I just wish you could have seen
How much you meant to me
Now we are together
And always will
i breathe..I breathe, diei breathe..7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And when I sleep I dream, death
To find you gone, alone
This is a cage, trapped
And it makes no sense, i don't mind
It's become a haven, my imagination
I'm in love, invisible
I'm falling.. for you, wasted
I won't move for the world, determind
Am I losing it?, beauty
I am worth, nothing
And you touch, guilt
I fly, fall
And cry, drown
My dreams are useless, my life
Go away, i need you
Don't leave, hate
I'll wish for it, broken
I forget, tell me again
Missing for days, hiding
And I'm not like you, it hurts
Too far from you, i'll stay
Back to the start, when did it begin
Little Miss Glitch and Pumpkin HeadThe glitch.Little Miss Glitch and Pumpkin Head2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
For as long as he can remember, the residents of Sugar Rush were never overly fond of her, more or less, saw her as their equal. To them, Vanellope Von Schweetz was nothing but trouble to the citizens, the racers and the whole game. As Taffyta once said, she's just an accident just waiting to happen.
Wherever she went, no one would ever want to be associated with a mess such as her. She was treated like a plague that everyone just had to turn away from upon first glance, seen as an evil speck that had ever existed and known to be the lowliest code.
She's been treated badly by the racers, more particularly Taffyta and her wingmen – Candlehead and Rancis. Oftentimes, they'd get back-up from a few racers. At times, they'd try and run her down with their go-karts, they'd call her names, be pushed around or be beaten up by them. Even when she was only trying to befriend them, they'd turn her down and make a mockery of her.
Wherever she went, trouble was said to soon to fol
Black and bluethis is theBlack and blue6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I still love him syndrome"
he's like poison to your lungs, but you'd breathe him in any chance you get
He broke your heart and it hurt like scraped knee's and peroxide, but
you'd give him your heart again if he ever offered to take it, even if he told you
he'd only be dropping it
from the rooftops, the height of your love for him.
Break you all over again.
and that was the
"He still hates you syndrome."
Let Me Down GentlyI never said I was an angel,Let Me Down Gently3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a feather on its wing,
so when you let me drift
on the next western current,
let me fall slowly down,
I promise I'll land softly,
though you will not find me
where you left me.
A KissA glistening tearA Kiss7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rolls down the cheek;
Eyes gleam, wet
And knees shake, weak.
The softest sigh
Warm on the face;
In deep embrace.
A perfect smile
On lips that part;
Grow closer as
Love grips the heart.
The tiny pulse
That beats with thrill;
In tender chill.
A single kiss;
And time stands still.
Pick Me Aparti. I want to take a hammer and chisel to my chest and crack open my sternum. Hopefully my ribs will splinter and my lungs will cave in.Pick Me Apart5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ii. I'm going to take scissors to my veins and snip at them so I can rewire my body how I see fit. Maybe I just want to feel in control for once.
iii. I think I might want to become a doctor so I can learn what it's like to operate on someone besides myself and see how somebody is really supposed to look like on the inside. I pick at my insides every once in a while and although I'm not sure, I have a feeling I'm missing something.
iv. More than anything I want to become a chemist so I can create a drug more powerful than heroin because it just doesn't cut it anymore. The needle marks aren't too comforting and bring up questions I would rather not answer. I used to hate the way I feel but now I just want to be comatose and I love the way I numb.
v. I wish I knew how my brain worked so then maybe I could reprogram it like the time I rebooted my lapto
The Boy Who Loves... The woman curled up around me, her knees framing one side of my hips, her stomach the other, with me sitting in the space between each like a picture, begins to ask a question. Her head hangs upside down off the edge of the sofa, her long, black curls fanning out onto the carpet.The Boy Who Loves...5 years ago in General More Like This
"Why is it so hard to cry when you're upside down?"
The question sounds like a set up so I respond invitingly. "I don't know. Why?"
"I suspect it's because if you're crying everything else in your life is very upside down and you should be, at least physically, right side up. I'm not entirely sure though which would be why I asked you."
Of course. I should have foreseen that she wanted a discussion not just to give me an answer. I never know with her though. She's a poet, you can never know with poets.
I'm the boy who loves too much, too fast. She's the girl that no man can ever own because she will neve
Of Broken MirrorsI'll write a story out of you one day.Of Broken Mirrors5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And it won't be one of those gushy love stories you know the ones. The ones I used to write for you all the time. The ones about your eyes, your freckles, the way you held me when I was alone.
This one's going to be about your escape.
I was never quite sure what you were escaping from. It could have been me. It could have been your abusive mom, your alcoholic good-for-nothing dad, it could have been that bratty little kid down the street. But I don't think it was any of those things, not really.
I think you were escaping from your cat.
He still meows at night, you know. As if he's waiting for you to come back. But it's a dejected kind of meow, an I-knew-you'd-do-this-eventually-you're-your-father's-son kind of meow. He still tears up your pillow case once in a while and hides in the deep pocket of your sweatshirt that I left hanging in your closet the night you left. I used to change the pillow cases after your cat ripped them up, but then I
just realign our hearts pleaseThis is me meeting you more than four years ago.just realign our hearts please5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The weather was colder than it should have been with furls of wind wrapping around us. Those stubborn gusts had picked up a multi-chromatic array of leaves and tiny particles of dust, which whipped around making the whole world glitter. Your hands were in your pockets but your eyes never left my face. It was a Saturday and I was chewing my lip, trying to figure out what was playing behind all this silence. Shutting my eyes tightly, I rearranged a mess of thoughts to align our heartbeats. Standing on tiptoes, I felt your breath sweep across my face and our lips meet in the middle. I kept hoping we could fit.
This is me swallowing the ocean just to breathe.
Around us, everything is falling down and there's water flooding the floorboards and the cracks between our fingers where our hands no longer fit together. There is a lifetime of unspoken words echoing between us and the sound waves are crashing together and colliding in the air above u
Old MemoriesIt's from the past that we learn from our mistakes.Old Memories9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It's the past that shows us which road to take and why.
It's the past that controls us all.
Poetry,She is stardust leaving sweet bonesPoetry,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
with kisses. There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.
Dear CutterDear Cutter9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you finally did it
You've set yourself free
Done with all this pain
Free of your misery
This life was too hard
That's why you had to escape
I tell myself over and over
That you had to do this
I know I am wrong
I can't fool myself
You took your life
But at the same time
You also took some of mine
You lost your pain
But I found it
I hate you for leaving
It's as simple as that
But I miss you more than ever
I wish I could of helped
To have said that one thing
That maybe would of saved you
But I couldn't..
And it hurts you know
To know that I did nothing
That I couldn't do anything..
I'm sorry I let you down
The Woman Who Loves... Some things you expect less than others. I did not expect this to be her answers to my questions. A week goes by. Her half of the sofa still sits untouched, like a shrine. There is her throw pillow with the silk case that I never liked because my head would slip around on it too much, propped up against the back. There is the flannel blanket with the cartoon monkeys that she kept folded up there for when her feet got cold, which was most evenings, was still draped over the back corner. There is the blue notebook that she left me, resting on the right armrest that she would use as a desk to write on at night. The right had been her side, the left was my side. Our feet usually met in the middle or she would come to my side to lie against me.The Woman Who Loves...5 years ago in General More Like This
I am sitting on my half watching TV, the Discovery channel. They are talking about the dimensions of space, which aren't three like we were told growing up but could be as many as eleven, woven together