Conversations in the Rain"At least put up your umbrella. Seriouslyyou'll catch your death out here,"Conversations in the Rain2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I turn to look at her, give her a withering look, and turn away. I lift and relax my shoulder blades, settling my jacket more snugly about me. The raindrops that cling to the water-resistant fabric scatter with the movement and, for a moment, I'm surrounded by a silvery halo. Then the little droplets fall and burst against the pavement at my feet, and the moment's gone.
There's an umbrella in my pack, of course. I should use it, probably. It's an old wives' tale that getting cold and wet will make you sick, but I'd never been able to convince her of that. She
the art of waiting.goodnight moon, sing sweetly to me tonight. the curtains are drawn and your light is spilling under heavy cotton. i am lying with the windows open, and the shutters are drawn. the world is revolving around me and i am not moving an inch. i am still. i am the pinnacle upon which everything turns. with every breath i fear avalanches of mountains upon unsuspecting villages. you are too far away. i can't feel you, but i see you illuminating wooden floors. sleep hides from me in the back corner of abandoned closets. i am a statue and my heart is breaking down the concrete in my palms. i am fearless, yet i am carved from fear itself.the art of waiting.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i am asleep i
UTAHigh - 5Vista had been a nurse at the school for quite some time, maybe six or so years. It was during this time she'd met the young blond boy in his junior year, fresh from the United Kingdom. His Japanese was almost nonexistent, causing him to catch a few teachers, as well as students, eyes. He certainly didn't look foreign in his face, but his hair and terrible accent gave everything away in moments. The girl he'd arrived with fit in despite her blonde hair and had no trouble with communication. Though, she was less interesting to Vista. She offered to be the boy's guide for a while. She knew English almost as well as her native language, and thatUTAHigh - 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
SHELL-1The young boy sat poring over his textbooks, slightly drowsy from the recent dinner. For some reason, even though it was the first day of his high school career, he had a bunch of homework. "At least I don't have cooking homework, although that I would actually enjoy doing," he thought. He rested his head on his history textbook, and ran his hands through his long chestnut brown hair. His mother thought it looked shaggy, but the girls always seemed to like it, so he let it grow out.SHELL-12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Suddenly his cell phone rang, waking him up from his textbook-induced dream. "What's up?" he barked into the phone. A familiar voice answered, "Hey, it's Fumio,
Chapter I: Magical Mischief"KOORRRRRRAAAAA!!"Chapter I: Magical Mischief2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The voice of an angry male cracked through the air like a whip, sending everything in the vicinity into a wild frenzy. Owls hooted and flapped frantically in their cages, cats hissed, and first year students unaccustomed to the scene made every year on Platform 9 and ¾ stared around fearfully for the source of whatever had sent the entire train station into chaos.
"ARE YOU IMPLYIN' I'M A FAGGOT, KORRRRAAA?!!?"
Kamene Kasui, 7th year student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was notorious for being loud, mischievous, and while he made life exciting, there was no doubt in everyone's mind that his unco
Teachers Conference Small drops of water started to run down on the establishment sitting atop a large hill, built to avoid the frequent floods the city below received from large amounts of rain. The early morning sun was no where in sight, as it should have been. The forecast had guaranteed clear skies all day with only a 5% chance of any kind of bad weather. But as usual, the weather went against the media, and it seemed a large storm was on it's way over the small town.Teachers Conference3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
The building atop the hill was the towns pride, for which the took very special care. This building educated their children, gave guidance to residents of the area, and produced stars to be
So Began the Best SummerIt's the last day of school. Anticipation courses through the hallways, throbbing its way through every student except me. All I can think about is the fact that after today, I'll never pass her in a hallway again. I'll never glance up at her with what I hope is an attractive smile again. I'll never turn my head away so she doesn't catch me staring again. I hate graduation.So Began the Best Summer4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I pace aimlessly around the school. It's the last day. Nobody's going to be doing anything meaningful in class. As I make my third circuit, passing in front of the library, a familiar figure emerges. I know that figure, that hair, that gait better than my own. I
Define NormalDefine normal? What do you mean? Webster's Dictionary says: Conforming with or constituting a norm or standard or level or type or social norm; not abnormal.Define Normal6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Well, what is the "norm or standard or level or type or social norm"? Something like, wash your hands before supper or the father of a family goes to work and the mother stays home?
But in some cultures, isn't this abnormal? So is there really a set and define normal? Or, maybe, could it possibly be a person line that everyone draws between normal and abnormal?
Define normal? How can I? There is no such thing; one person's normal is another's unusual. To one girl, normal might be g
Procrastination TrashLife is Procrastination...Procrastination Trash6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don't feel like typing this,
but I have nothing better to do.
Life is meant for happiness,
my lifeless friends.
Every now and then,
we forget it and so,
we do the obvious.
We don't live to work,
we work to live.
Get that into your head
or write it down to pass it off
as your own quote.
Of course, I may not be the first person to say this…
Anyway, we live to this day
because we take rests
and those rests are called boredom,
a period of time where you are finally starved
of fetishes and obsessions,
an act of delaying a trivial task
that so happens to infest our lives like tim
Bring Colour - poemFreedom is the ability,Bring Colour - poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to do what you like.
Freedom is the ability,
to say what you like.
Freedom is the ability,
to move how you like.
over their rules,
And bring colour,
to this dreary world.
Dreamless, sleeping.midnight has become her enemy. she begs for sleep every night, hoping itDreamless, sleeping.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will bring the salvation she so desperately seeks. oh no, the dark is not what
it used to be, there are still stars but they don't shine like they did --
way back when everything had meaning to her, she used to sing and damn it,
she was good at it too. she would sing for herself, she would do it for me. i'm
pretty sure she would even for you. she'd sing her heart out, her emotions --
her brain is not what it once was. she has learned that there is nothing
good about goodbye's, and that she's nothing more now than a sheep
desperately trying to keep up with th
A Dose of RealityRain pours down like tears from the heavens as I sit, barely protected by the eaves of the house. My back is damp from leaning against the tree that grows so close, the metal of the old toolbox cold beneath me. I simply gaze up into the sky, stray drops of rain splattering my glasses.A Dose of Reality3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I know it's cold and I know I should go inside. But I can't seem to make myself do it. Its dark here, and quiet. The rain plays its quiet melody against the trees and grass and earth. The calm is tangible, invading my body, soothing me. For a few brief moments, I feel safe. I feel sane.
The screen door bangs and I know who it is. I hear my name called angrily
Voice of ShadowI cling to your every step,Voice of Shadow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A quiet reminder of what lurks within.
Silent enemy of the light.
Embrace me make me yours!
My silence is louder
Than light's song.
You embrace me you're mine!
Any chance of escape
Is long gone.
rapture.rapture.3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
you will always have thick-spined novels in your mind, and white azaleas and rhubarb and window panes. once, you were rounded and daisy-faced, hair the colour of Elgin, teeth; little moons. and i could paint sugar on your lips for reasons i could not fathom. (you are beautiful, like jane austen and the brontë sisters.) and even tonight, every night, i can steal small lockets of your hair, to tie in knots and hide from everyone else. haley, i believe you to be the colour blue, all shaken-up and merciless, shifting from the sea to the ice-lands. (there are other things i should tell you, but for now, the braids in your hair tell no
one more time for metake me away,one more time for me6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
let me feel as if i had something to live for.
so fuck the pain,
let me breathe in the gaseous escape from life.
if i go to hell,
will you remember the things i've done,
the things i've said that had no meaning
so lead me astray,
let me feel the water rush
and fuck the pain,
i don't need the distraction
i'm dying to see you,
one more time to let me rest easy
i can't see,
so take off my blindfold
let me in
let me love you like no one ever has
take me away
let me feel as if i had something to live for
so fuck the pain
let me breathe in the cool escape from hell
so remember me and the things i never did
Autumn GoodbyeAutumn GoodbyeAutumn Goodbye7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I had dreams of being you're only one
(I think I love you now)
I felt we were going to be together forever
(I think I love you now)
Then you told me you were leaving
And never coming back
At least not alive...
Do I mean so little to you?
(I'm not you're only one)
My world is breaking all around me
(Not going to be together forever)
Can you just do me one thing before you go?
Let's go for a walk on an autumn day.
Let's go to where we first met.
Take my hands (just like when we were kids)
Spin me around in circles through the falling leaves
Take my hands (just like there's no one around)
Help me fly away on the
regrets and pleadingTry not to speak, I'll sing for us both. Try not to laugh when I sing for you. I know I haven't been the best, but I remember the times I had with you. Hanging out at the pavilion to see if we can count a million stars. I realize now, you were the one for me. But tell me now. What can I do? I left you alone, with no one who cared. I miss you so.regrets and pleading7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don't tell me wrong when I ask you this. But do you feel the way I do? I love you more than anything I can imagine. If just for you, I'd give up my life. So take my soul, it's yours to keep. After school, we can run away to a place without anger. Live alone as we live out our days.
We Should Be Vegetarians"Kiss my cheek, littleWe Should Be Vegetarians7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dearie," said the hen
to her chick.
"I'm off to
Pray it will
EpisodeJust barely holding off the insanity,Episode9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Somewhere in my spine the demon is waking;
Holding Mom's hand, a big girl like me,
Tired and afraid and seismically shaking.
My gritted teeth have fused together,
I tell myself I can't take anymore;
My nervous ends, all rigged for torture,
Lying so quiet only moments before.
Living in a shell that beats me screaming,
I don't want to die, but I can't live this way,
Remove myself into feverish dreaming,
Shunting reality, brutality away...
Is it possible to sleep?
It's impossible to sleep.
Helplessly plunging into the deep.
Object of wrath,
I'm dying slowly,
Praying for invisible arms to
Aching SweetAching Sweet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet amber eyes, your heart runs dry.
So sweet it hurts, so nice it aches and stings and lights and burns to dust.
Sad sunset eyes, in hazy pools of fashioned white and dry, soft dust.
So sweet it hurt, so nice it ached and stung and lit and burned to ash.
Black cobalt eyes, your words run back in lines of red as dark as velvet.
So sweet it'll hurt, so nice you'll ache and sting and catch light then burn away.
It was so hard to hold.
Trials Of A PheonixOh the eccentric people who come through here. I had one guy come and buy a bong. Said it was for decoration but I know otherwise. I've seen that kid before at school. He was buying drugs off this other kid who came in earlier to buy this really flamboyant shirt. The store is unusually empty for this time of day. Normally after school all the kids come down here.Trials Of A Pheonix7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Dan, do you know if we have any more of those Kaitlynn shot glasses in the back? This girl is asking about them."
"Yeah, I'll go get them."
He's a cool kid. He's about twenty now, just had his birthday. He goes to school up at St. Scholastica, plans to be a nurse. Dunno why h
Slowa Powiedz mi co czujesz, kiedy mówisz? O czym wtedy myślisz? Jaki jest twój cel i zamierzenie?Slowa1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Napełniasz mnie słowami każdego dnia, do pełna, niczym dzbanek, z którego prędzej czy później zacznie się wylewać. Nie mieszaj w nim każdego dnia, nie kłuj, ani nie skrob glinianej powierzchni szpilkami. Pęknie prędzej, czy później, pogódźmy się z tym. Ale zanim to nastąpi przypomnij sobie. Znów siedzimy pod drzewem, tak samo jak wtedy. Tym razem nie mówisz ty, tylko wiatr. Chyba się pogubiłam.
Burza Wszystko plącze się ze sobą, przeplata, miażdży i miesza. Jednego jestem pewna, nadchodzi burza.Burza1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I znów pierwszy piorun uderzy niedaleko mojego domu, aby przypomnieć mi, że nie powinnam być tak dumna. I znów posypią się słowa, te zamknięte szczelnie we wnętrzu, do których nikt nie powinien mieć dostępu. Odwróć się. To dwie przeciwne, jakże słuszne racje, fronty, ścierają się ze sobą, pomiędzy ciszą, tworząc wiatr, tak straszliwy, że obawiam się jego konsekwencji.
W chaosie nie ma