Watch Over MeHe flinched back as she ran a finger gently near the weeping cut over his left eye.Watch Over Me8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Stop being such a baby," Yuffie chided him gently.
Vincent glared and moved away from her. "I'm fine."
"You're not fine, Vincent," she responded. "You've had that cut for days and now its all infected and gross. Will you just let me heal it up?"
"I said its fine, Yuffie." The gunslinger's tone could have cut diamonds.
"If you don't let me heal it, its just gonna get worse."
Vincent remained silent, so Yuffie continued.
"And then you'll get sick and probably die. From a stupid cut on your forehead!"
"I know." His voice was so soft she almost missed the reply.
"You know?" She grabbed his arm, realizing belatedly as he flinched again that it was his metal one. Despite his discomfort, she didn't' let go. "Then why won't you let me do anything about it?"
He cast his eyes downward as he replied. "Bec
Of Vampires And Rock Stars ch1Chapter 1Of Vampires And Rock Stars ch18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Just Another Night
Travis regarded the leader of the most infamous vampire horde in town with cautious curiosity, his fingers drumming lightly on the rich dark leather seat he reclined on. The man, whose presence emanated a certain power and animosity, stood watching the city through one of the many huge windows in the room. The room was not excessively large, though it was luxurious to the point of gaudiness with heavy red velvet curtains to block the sun by day and frame the moon by night. It was filled with ornate objects such as a handcrafted oak table; urns overflowing with stolen jewelry and a fine mink rug that one wouldn't even dare imagine its price. His eyes were luminous as they flicked back and forth silently watching the battle that was raging somewhere far below. His brown flowing hair hung in an unruly fashion just above his shoulders, his signature bowler hat lying discarded on a nearby table. Though he was fairly thin and long limbed by nature his frame
The World Is Poorer-- SPOILERSToo late.The World Is Poorer-- SPOILERS7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I had hopedprayed, eventhat the twinling was wrong, that it was some other troll the red demon killed. Often Winks kind were presumed dead too soon, the stony skin and shallow breath hiding signs of life.
But I could see from a glance that he was beyond any healing arts that I possessed or knew of. It would have been kinder to leave him where he lay, kinder still to drive my spear through his heart and end the pain, but I could not.
I knelt beside him. Part of his face had survived, the coarse hair burned to stubble, and he reached for me with the bloody stump of his good hand. I took it, letting the sticky blood run down my arm and drip off my elbow.
His neck shook as he tried to lift his head, coughing a few words his fierce trill now a gargling whisper.
Hush now, true friend. Dont try to speak, I said. Help is coming. Did I not promise you that when all this was finished we would walk free beneath the savannah s
who says poets can't be...?two poets sitting on a park bench:who says poets can't be...?6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"the sun is unusually bright today."
"yes, it shines like that on tuesdays in may."
"like a giant firefly kept at bay."
"indeed, my friend, and i daresay!"
"you daresay what? i have done naught."
"oh nothing, sir, it's just so hot."
"it's merely spring -- a fever you've caught?"
"'tis no fever; the chills i've not got."
"doesn't take chills to make one sick."
"doesn't take a clock to make one tick."
"i'd take a grandfather, if i had my pick."
"and i, an hourglass -- the clock i'd kick!"
"miss, you are the violent sort!"
"yes, it's why i've no dolts to court."
"no dolts for you? no male cohorts?"
"none, dear sir, they all abort."
"'tis a shame, for your face is quite nice."
KeturahI plead with Lord Death himself for my lifeKeturah7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I cant have the one thing I desire
To have kids and for a man to call me his wife
This burns in my heart like a great fire
I now must try to warm Deaths cold heart
And teach him the meaning of love
This I must soon start
For if I dont I shall see the skies above
He gives me a choice to make
As he brings plague to my town
I can choose to pick another soul for him to take
And he will let me live while I feel down
The other choice is to leave at his side
And go into the dark
To forever be his bride
Without feeling true loves spark
I ran from him for days
But in the end I learn
And I begin to understand his ways
I learn it is his love that I truly yearn
To My Dearest Peter PanDear Peter,To My Dearest Peter Pan11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
take me away.
take me so very far away,
to your never neverland,
so that i will never ever have to grow up.
My Dearest Peter Pan,
let me kiss the stars with you.
Let me kiss your rosy lips,
and let the stars witness my devotion
to the never-ending love
of my childhood.
My Dearest Peter,
i'm still waiting for you
to come through my window,
just as you did when i was a young babe.
Dear Mr. Pan,
i've waited and waited,
and i watch my window every night
just in hopes
that i'll see your mischevious shadow
lurking in on me,
as he did in those long ago days.
To My Dearest Mr. Peter Pan,
I don't think you're coming.
I've started to give up all hope
of ever seeing you again.
Never again will I be able to
caress your hand or kiss your soft lips.
I suppose this is where I say,
growing up can't be all bad.
I wish i could,
but i can't without lying to you.
This is addressed to a Mr. Peter Pan,
in hopes that someday,
he will come and sweep me off my feet.
I suppose that will only
titles don't mean a thing"i swear, i fucking swear. i can't do it any longer."titles don't mean a thing5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"er, what do you mean?"
"i can't pretend i have feelings. or i care. or my heart actually pumps blood, or emotions. or whatever organs are meant for. i can't pretend to exist, or to love. i can't do this. i just can't."
"are you a conjumbled boy?"
"i would like to think so, yet not even. i am made of nothings and pretty pictures frames smashed against concrete walls. i like to lick up glass and cut open flower stems."
"would you like people to know you exist?"
"the funny thing is. i don't. never have. never will. empty shallow shells can't have existence, no page in the dictionary. no synonyms in the thesaurus."
"well, what about antonyms?"
"oh yes. there are plenty of those. try adding meaningful and loving. caring, and existence to the list. see how they fair. it is a fucking house full of things with worth. antonyms, those son of bitches, they have made me."
"can words really make a person?"
"ha. that is like asking if pages real
sisterSister, sister, where'd you go?sister6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to be in all the fields you've sown
I remember what you taught
I try to do the things I ought
But you were with me when we flew
There'll never be another one like you
Shine, Sister, Shine!
Like all of our fields, like all of our pines
I want to curl up in your arms
Where you're soft, where you're warm
Tell me everything's all right
Tell me the dark is just one night
Sister, sister, where'd you go?
I'm gonna follow, you always know
You picked up and gave me all my gear
I'm in the starshine evermore
So if I see you, let's do the tour
Sister, sister, where'd you go?
I walk the fields we used to know.
Avatar is Twilight for Boys"It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves.Avatar is Twilight for Boys5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"It was too green - an alien planet."
Excerpt from Twilight, describing Forks, Washington.
TwilightAvatar, an ordinary, dull-as-dishwater human named Bella SwanJake Sully, moves to a distant, "alien" location called Forks, WashingtonPandora, where BellaJake meets the love of herhis life: a super-strong, sparkly, manufactured to ultimate sexiness, non-human being [vampire][alien] who happens to be the embodiment of perfection. HisHer name is Edward CullenNeytiri. Gradually, BellaJake learns about the vampirealien culture and is eventually welcomed into their
He Is Not An Edward.He is not an Edward.He Is Not An Edward.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He doesn't stare at me every minute he is with me.
Or smell my hair and watch me sleep.
Won't follow me, like a lost puppy,
Sometimes, he'll even walk away.
He doesn't love me for my faults,
It's in spite of them.
He'll notice pretty girls, even think of
When he laughs at me, it's because I'm silly,
The thought of me getting hurt does not bring tears to his eyes.
He would not die if I died,
He is not an Edward.
And I am not a Bella.
We are real.
Our love is real.
Is more important, and genuine
Than idealistic, impossible fantasies.
I want a Sam.
IB ficlet: Falling Over YouFalling Over You- INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS Shosanna/FrederickIB ficlet: Falling Over You6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: AU in that I've changed a couple things. Spoiler-ish if you haven't seen the movie.
There's a knock on the door but instead of Marcel's voice on the other side, it's Frederick's.
Shosanna is cold to him, but despite her rudeness, he continues to be stubborn and charming.
The film is terrible and he doesn't understand why nobody else can see that. Propaganda blotting out the terrible truth, victory and conquest disguising death and destruction.
The door is about to close in his face so he shoulders his way inside. His patience is gone, overshadowed by frustration and grief. All of these people, none of them matter. They hail him as a hero. But she is all he cares about. Does she feel nothing?
In desperation she plays along, asking him to close the door and quickly.
Knowing that it's too good to be true, he draws his Mauser HSc, holding it protectively to his chest as the lock slides home. He do
My AngelThe cool air echoes far and wide,My Angel7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And your golden lashes lift to the sky.
I drown in your eyes that reflect the soft clouds,
While your gentle heart smiles and,
My empty soul fills with light.
Breezes whisper through your soft, flaxen hair,
And your innocence brings tears to my eyes.
A light that brightens hearts of void,
Delicate as glass you turn to face me.
Light as a feather you touch my hand,
And I ascend to heaven when you smile radiantly.
My Own FleshFor the past few yearsMy Own Flesh2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nay, rotting decades
I've worn the face of
a trouble child
a pained mask
over my skeletal frame.
A mask of woe, scarred
by mental hardships
Yet now I gaze
into a mirror of stone
and a horrifying truth
The mask was naught
but my own skin.
ParadiseI ran along the endless beachParadise7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the waves crashed swiftly at my feet.
The soft sand in my shoes,
the brisk water at my ankles,
the warm golden sun on my face;
I was in paradise.
I stopped for a moment to catch my breath.
My soul soared across the vastness of the ocean,
as I sat down along the water's edge.
A gentle breeze caressed my face
and embraced me in a comfort no words could describe
as the beautiful sound of crashing waves filled my ears,
and I relaxed.
I lifted my eyes to the sun:
the source of warmth that sustained me.
It rose with power as it approached the open sky,
welcoming the new day.
I soaked in my glorious surroundings,
and rested in its presence.
BladeThe sword is drawnBlade7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sound echoes deep and long
I stand in the dark
In the distance I hear a lark
Its song sings deep to my heart
The dance begins, I practice my art
Each move is careful, fluid
I must be focused, lest all be ruined
Each crescendo brings a shift
The song lets my feet drift
I dance circles, blade curving
Flashes appear, I am learning
Inside the heart, there light lies
Small beams escape as I cry
My voice adds to the song
The light lances, sharp and long
I am of the light
I can withstand the night
The blade is my focus point
But to work I need to move all my joints
In one instant the song ends
The final move, my wrist bends
Light erupts from blade
I look down; my feet stand in a glade
Instant RemedyThis product can temporarily cure:Instant Remedy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warning: product is occasionally:
If used in excess, this product causes addiction and reliance.
Directions for use:
Just add love.
La nouvelle petite sireneIl était une fois, une petite sirène. Cette sirène nétait pas si différente dune jeune humaine, dans le sens où, comme toutes les jeunes filles de son âge, elle rêvait du grand amour.La nouvelle petite sirene7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Aussi, passait-elle de longues journées à imaginer à quoi il pouvait ressembler,
cette oisiveté favorisée par le peu dactivités quoffrait le bras de mer où elle vivait.
Un jour, un groupe damies vint la chercher afin de faire une incursion à la surface. Elle nhésita pas une seconde pour accepter. Cela serait sa première expédition dans le monde des humains ! Elle en était tout excitée. Il nétait en rien interdit aux sirènes de se rendre à la surface. Bien au contraire. Mais il y avait bien longtemps par ici que personne ny était allé. Même la surface ne présentait plus grand intérêt par ici ! Malgré tout,
The PastThe past is behindThe Past7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But I still feel the ripples
Disrupting my flow.