the travelers.we are sprawled across our kitchen floor and sprawled across each other, watching the globe your father gave you one birthday when you were a boy. there's a game we play. we spin the globe, create a life, create tales of happiness in exotic lands. we're playing it now.the travelers.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
the globe spins. my finger lands. lithuania. i smile and tell you about a boy i knew who made the best lithuanian honey liquor.
"brewed it in my kitchen in the midnight hours of my youth. that's what we'll do there," i say, "be brewers of krupnikas. it is, the sweetest drink your lips will ever taste, my sweet. tastes like christmas."
"and our house?" you ask, "our family?"
my eyes close, i bite my lip, then smile.
"we will live in a little village, on the baltic sea of course. nothing spectacular, a small blue cottage. but it will be home, my god it wil
how to own the stars pt.1onehow to own the stars pt.16 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she carried a sac filled with pebbles and shells to show how she carried the world;
(gently) and if you asked her she would pull them out, one at a time she gave them
each a name and whispered them like a prayer: aalam ailesh bhupen domnall haruyo
jagat mahijit on and on and on (for the world is large and has many names but she
always remembered them all)
-one day she dropped one and cried enough tears to
break a heart.
this is the picture of truth tra
MotherI remember the scent of blood. Everywhere around me, drifting in the air, clinging to my skin, heavy on my tongue. I breathe it deeply and smile, because it reminds me of her - of my mother.Mother5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was very small when she found me, wandering through the wreckage of the village where I had been born. I was filthy, covered in debris from blasted houses and dozens of little wounds. I couldn't feel any of it. I was numb, inside and out, until I turned a corner and someone caught me by the arm. I looked up and saw a woman. She was dressed in close-fitting dark clothing, and her hair was long and as pale as her skin. I knew right away she was different. She didn't look anything like the women of the village, but it was her eyes that made her truly different - cold and bright, fixing me to the spot so I couldn't move or even look away.
She was a mercenary, hired by another country to attack ours. Once she caught me, she could have killed me and left my body in the street with all the others. But f
PurityPurity is not naive or conceited.Purity6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is the willingness to greet everyone with an honest smile.
Made For YouYou look into my eyes and you think you see through meMade For You4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I'll let you keep on thinking that if it gets you free
I have to shuffle the pieces to fit yours with mine
But if it makes you love me it suits just fine
I'll give you everything you want
Even if it isn't real
So tell me what you're searching for
Show me how you want to feel
Because I'm made just for you, made just for you
I'll give you all my feelings even if they aren't true
I'll take your wildest dreams and I'll craft the perfect mate
And I'll let you believe that our love is just fate
I'm not the same girl when I'm away from you
There's another mask I have to put myself into
But every face I wear is something else I want to be
Sometimes you have to hide to let your soul go free
I'll be the best you ever had
No matter what it takes
Mold myself to fit your needs
No matter if I'm real or fake
I'm made just for you, made just for you
I'll give you all my feelings even if they aren't true
I'll take all your wildest dreams and I'
THE GREATEST HOMESTUCK FANFICSO THE CAST OF HOMESTUCK WALKS INTO A BAR.THE GREATEST HOMESTUCK FANFIC4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TC: wHaT uP.
GC: H333Y >:]
AT: uM, hELLO.
EndlessWe are small things, you and IEndless5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But we know a field where the soft winds sigh
Where we smile secretly as we lie
Under the limitless sunset sky.
Embers of MemoryA flash of dancing red. A searing pain in my foot. A scream in the distance. A name shouted out to me. A muffling cloth restricting my breath. The crushing blackness.Embers of Memory6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The smoke permeated my senses, forcing me to taste it with my nose; to smell it with my mouth. To see it with my ears; know it with my eyes. I could feel it with my mind, and hear it with my fingers.
Someone was holding my hand to his burningly painful face, and shouting at me, begging me for something. "Don't you dare leave me!" he shouted, "I won't let you! Fight it, damn it, FIGHT IT!"
It hurt so much; I just wanted the numb blackness to come back.
"No, don't go," he sobbed, "Call me selfish, but I want you here. You just can't go away!" I hadn't the power in me to even wonder vaguely who was speaking.
All I knew was that the voice was male, horrified and sorrowful, and that my heart gave a painful lurch at his words. I didn't even have the strength to wince, though I could feel my heart pump its last beats.
Fantasy LifeThere is an internal spaceFantasy Life5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where every moment is a story beginning -
A discovery in an attic,
A looming cavern mouth,
A journey across the sea.
A thousand scrapbook moments
With no need for purpose or end
Are strung together, like lights,
Forming a bridge through the dark
And pushing back the borders of what isn't.
Once and Future Taiyoukai - 1Chapter 1: One Thousand CranesOnce and Future Taiyoukai - 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She took out a new sheet of paper and turned towards the fox kit. The foil glittered in the firelight, flame upon sapphire blue. Placing it down on her book, she smiled. "Okay, let me show you how to do it, Shippo. Its really simple." She folded it so that the diagonal corners met and creased it with a practiced hand. "And now the other way."
The fox watched with a steady green gaze. "Hey Sango, do you know how to do this?" he asked, keeping his eyes on what Kagome was doing.
The taijiya smiled and shook her head. "No, but I have seen Kagome do it before."
"Come on, Shippo." Kagome pulled out another sheet of paper, a golden one this time. "Just follow my lead."
The kitsune carefully lined up the edges and mimicked the mikos folds. "Why do people do this, Kagome?"
"Well, they say that the gods will grant a wish to anyone that makes one thousand paper cranes."
"Wow. Maybe I should try." He looked down at the paper in his hands with a new revere
Sextant TheoryTangent time, 3, 2, 1, GO!Sextant Theory3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Matespritship and kismesissitude are obvious parallels. Both are monogamous, both are essential to procreation, and both are treated with the same etiquette as human love, more or less. The defining difference is that one is pity-based and one is hate-based. This fundamental division obviously carries over to the pale and ashen quadrants. Upon closer inspection, though, moirallegiance and auspisticeship share almost no similarities. One describes a mediation to fend off extra kismesissitudes, and one is an emotionally constructive soul-mate relationship. This raises the following question: What could parallel these two quadrants?
My theory is that when contrasted with the quadrants,
a complete romantic chart would be a sextant set like this:
♥ ♦ 5
♠ 6 ♣
5 and 6 are the unnamed and unexplored absent sextants. 5 is a parallel to auspisticeship, and 6 is a parallel to moirallegiance.
Interestingly enough, 5
SilenceIf you really want to protect a heart,Silence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lock it up tight behind soundproofed walls.
Bury it deep in long, awkward pauses
To hide the pain of unwelcome statements.
But oh, my friend, how I wish I could say
That's not the reason I don't speak to you.
It's just that I can never find the words
To get you to want to stay, and truly love me.
If you really want to protect a heart,
Muffle it under a layer of unspoken hopes.
Just smile and say nothing when someone asks,
'So, why don't we get together sometime?'
But friend, listen closely and you might hear
A slow rhythm from deep inside my chest:
A locked-in heart, beating against its bonds,
Struggling to raise its voice against the silence.
Unwanted Freedom Chapter IUnwanted Freedom Chapter I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Six years had passed with Chiaki having to release her guardians thanks to the appearance of Karuma Seeds in other parts of the world.
With the appearance of Karuma Seeds in other parts of the world, Chiaki and her guardians had been fighting side by side for six long years. They had been forced to travel a lot through Japan and sometimes even the government of the bigger countries summoned them when they were having problems dealing with the creatures that sometimes appeared to haunt their civilization. Those six years had been the most trying for her to say the least. She had always been a town girl and all the traveling didn't really suit her or her guardians, especially a little one in particular. All Zenki ever did whenever they were moving back and forth was complain.
The appearance of monsters was steadily slowing down with time and without anyone from another wo
Transhuman RevolutionWake up to see through different eyesTranshuman Revolution5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A faster world under a wider sky
A stronger body, a sharper mind
Would you be afraid to change?
Humans crawl and humans die
Seeking forms that let them fly
To shed old genes like butterflies
What should we lose? What can we gain?
The One IndulgenceThe One Indulgence5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For the SessKag Valentine's Contest.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters nor make made money from it.
Rating PG-13 to be safe. Mild language and suggestive teasing maybe?
THE ONE INDULGENCE by claymaker
Falling Into the well
More like onto his face. If he had known that jumping into the well after some bottled concoction that Naraku tossed in he might have let the foul bastard get his way. No, Sesshoumaru had to prevent that evil hanyou from completing whatever nefarious deed he had planned to sabotage the future miko's only way of traveling here to there. He only cared because the miko was Naraku's crux, that he was afraid of her for some reason. What was he thinking? He was a powerful youkai; in fact the most powerful youkai. He would have eventually taken down the bastard on his own. He just hadn't because offing the half-breed was not high on his things to do.
No matter, what
Child of No CountryI am not American,Child of No Country4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not Asian,
Nor am I Egyptian
(Though their worries are mine),
I am not a person
To cling to a nation
Though certain things
I take for granted, I confide,
I squint in the sunlight
And blink at the people
That swim in my vision,
Wreathed in their pride,
And wonder -
If I have no place to belong to,
Might I cherish all nations as islands of life?
PullYou were the force thatPull5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
held me to this planet when
gravity failed me.
Love LetterI'm sitting here with an open notebook in front of me, because I can't write properly unless I have lined paper and a firm surface to write on that won't make the pen nib slip around. At least the paper is that nice, worn yellowish color instead of the plain white that most notebooks have to offer - or worse! - a drab grey.Love Letter5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I want this to be perfect for you, but I feel very shy just thinking about the level of effort that goes into a gesture that looks so easy in films.
I put down the pen on the paper and write. The first word is the hardest. Then the first sentence takes that role, and then the second sentence... I spell out each word laboriously, and pause for a long time between them. After ten lines, I think I've gotten my point across. And my hand's begun to ache.
I set the pen aside and rotate my wrist to get the ache out. The words on the page look shaky towards the end, and they begin to slant to one side unattractively despite my best handwriting. In the end, the message felt
StarOne small star is mineStar5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in the glittering black sky -
it greets me each night.
GriefHow can you live in my heart when it hurts too much to be a good home?Grief5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The Great escape pt.1The Great escape pt.16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Xelcan paced as the two faceless nobodies reported before him.
His palms were hot, sweaty, crossed under the opposing arm as he walked back and forth in the office perched atop the castle.
Mutiny? he scoffed.
Such an absurd display of idiocy. One he had never quite encountered before. Aside from Leimyx, he was the oldest of the species alive. How dare they! Did they not know the extent of his wrath? One measly flick of his fans and he could have their blood boiling through their eyes. Heh, Just the thought of it made his lips curl in cruel desire. The idea of all his wrath being emitted in one single burst of heat made him rather aroused in a savage way.
Must stay calm, a voice seemed to murmur inside his head. His palms grew cold.
Glancing blankly back at the two nobodies, still on one knee before their Superior, he swept his hand, signaling their dismissal. The two scurried out of the white office in utter fear. Xelcan simply ran a finger through hi
IntoxicatedSip, my dear, and fall down drunkIntoxicated5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into the haze of a golden day
With buildings melting like glittering tears
And traffic chasing the stars away
When we sit on our rooftop lawn chairs
And toast ourselves to the rosy sky
Taking a few soft, stolen hours
To gladly drown in each other's eyes.
DangerousDangerous11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish for
words that leap
like poison frogs,
words that creep
words as colourful
Bedtime StoriesSara's bedroom was on the second story of the house. Tonight it was her father who took her to bed, and she scrambled up the stairs in front of him, wearing a SpongeBob nightshirt and a pair of white fuzzy slippers.Bedtime Stories6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once inside her door, she climbed into her bed and sat on top of the quilt with her legs folded under her. Her father dimmed the lamp on top of the bookshelf, then knelt to look through the books.
"Your mother finished Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, didn't she?" he asked. "So what'll it be this time? Shall we start Frederick's Fables?" He turned his head to smile at Sara, but she could tell that he was tired already.
Still Sara frowned. "You're not going to tell me one of yours?"
"I'm sorry... I did an awful lot of work around the house today. Papa needs to go to bed early tonight." Sara's father stood up, moved to the bed and sat down on it, leaving a noticeable depression in the small mattress with his weight. He scooted closer to put his arm around Sara