Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
Ghost Fingerssongs drift slowlyGhost Fingers in Free Verse More Like This
from rooms filled with peeling wallpaper
sometimes i feel you wrapped around my heart
touching places you could never reach before
we have a story
worthy of a best-selling paperback
the kind of story
that's only sad when it belongs to you
i try to intertwine my fingers with yours
but it's not really the same
unless you're there too
When Growing Up Becomes Growing OldShe thinks it hits at 35. She watches her husband blow out the candles on his birthday cake, the smoke tendrils hovering in the air before they are swallowed up by the fan in the window of their new home.When Growing Up Becomes Growing Old in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
By 35 you have settled down and started your family, and if you haven't, it's the year your mother begins to tell you that it's "now or never" and that if you chose the latter, you're going to regret it.
Their friends all sing an off-key version of Happy Birthday, holding long-stemmed glasses of red wine, except for Marie, since she's six months pregnant. She cuts her husband's cake into sizable pieces only to have three of the women decline as they are "watching their weight."
She looks down at the cake on her plate and thinks of the blank application for a gym membership on top of the refrigerator as her friends swap workout stories. She nods her head, gasping every so often and finishes it off with a lot of sympathetic grunting. The men have begun swapping work stories n
I'm Just Waiting for the RainHe keeps his umbrella close, but never opened. Storm clouds roll in and out of his life, but they never stop to even wet the ground.I'm Just Waiting for the Rain in Short Stories More Like This
He wakes up every morning at 6:15, stays in bed for another five minutes, and takes a shower that lasts eight and a half minutes. He eats two slices of buttered toast and a small tumbler of orange juice. He dresses himself in a blue button-down with a striped tie and shines his shoes so that he can see his face. If it's cold out, he wears his black trench coat and if it isn't, he just wears his sport coat. He carries his briefcase every day, along with his umbrella. He can't forget his umbrella. The train leaves at 7:00 and he is at the station by 6:55. He hasn't missed a day of work in eight years.
His career isn't exactly what he hoped it would have been. If he were to think back on it, he would realize that it isn't even close. Thankfully, he never does.
At 7:45 he goes for his morning coffee runblack with two sugars. Provided the line isn't too
2012January2012 in Free Verse More Like This
I had my heart broken
every time they clasped hands.
The man in the
made me feel
like I was important
just for a moment.
I wrote a story that
It blew my head up
like a red balloon.
I nursed the
from two months before
it beat in a different chest.
I must have slept
through all 31 days
because I can't
My heart was squeezed
through unknowing fingers
and when I finally allowed it
it wanted to stay.
I cut my hair to my shoulders.
I tried to find my
and did not succeed.
I learned that I did not have to
wait until I deserved my happy ending.
I spent the longest day of my life
watching the sunrise swallow the stars
with the fastest friends I have ever made.
I wrote more stories in a month
than I had in the previous 365 days.
I tried to observe the world,
but found my perspective was limited.
I can no longer have
FFM XXVIWe walked until our shadows were swallowed up by the darkness. She pressed her palm against mine and I counted three of our breaths before I pressed mine against hers. My blistered feet bled onto the gravel beneath my soles and I could feel waves of hunger crashing against my stomach walls. We stood there, in absolute silence as the lines on our faces were slowly concealed.FFM XXVI in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And it was beautiful.
FFM XXHe arrives here at the same time that I do. He waits outside the building for the doors to open, raising his sun-weathered hands towards the sky in some sort of meditation ritual he himself made up. Once the library unlocks its doors, he says hello to the staff and takes a seat by the window. His seat. He opens up his bag of things; a jar of water, his reading glasses, a notebook, and a pen. He goes to the stacks and pulls out a children's dictionary and whatever book he plans on reading that day. Today, it happens to be about Marine Biology. He sets up the scene, notebook in one hand, pen in the other.FFM XX in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His sanity must have gone years ago. Interesting words and phrases are compactly sprawled across every page of his tiny notebook. For years I was told to stay away from this "crazy man" as if somehow, his insanity could rub-off on me. I see him everyday, trying to fulfill the human desire to learn everything, filling his notebook with words, words, words.
FFM XVIIt's only me left. I wish it could have been something cool, like from a sci-fi novel. In the end I would be saved by some kind-hearted scientist who manages to make fast-growing saplings from my seeds and then repopulate the entire grove. But this is not a sci-fi novel, and there will not be a happy ending.FFM XVI in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Half of this grove was gone with the sound of heavy machinery and a deafening crack of dry wood. No one put up a fight or showed any resistance to them. Trees don't cry. Not even when someone says something mean to them. Not even when they are lonely. Not even when a bulldozer runs them over.
I hope that when they do come for me, they will make me into something nice. Maybe a home for a nice, little family or a summer cottage on a lake. I wouldn't even mind being a chair or a park bench. Just not paper or firewood, anything but that. You get your first taste of the real world only to have it burned down or crumpled into a basket.
Since the forest floor is empty now, I can see the c
FFM XXVIn the summertime, she really only took her coffee iced. As she took a drag of her cigarette, she wished that iced cigarettes could be a thing. She stood behind the building, leaning against the brick wall. She took in the smoke of her cigarette along with the disgusting heat and oppressive humidity. She peeled a thin layer of skin off of her sunburnt shoulder, her own body rejecting itself trying to start over again.FFM XXV in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her cigarette break is the most exciting part of her day, and here she is peeling off her skin in an alleyway. Look at where that music degree got her. Delightful.
She can see a boy across the street, busking and playing his saxophone to the rhythm of the midday traffic horns. She looks at her watch and knows her boss will be all over her back when she makes it back upstairs.
Walking by the wannabe jazz-musician, she flicks her cigarette to the ground.
God, get a job.
FFM XXIIHer sunburn really freaking hurts. The story itself isn't actually exciting, she was at the beach and either forgot sunscreen on her right shoulder or her inept left hand couldn't manage the act of applying it. It's gone from the initial pain stage to itching like hell. She scratches it lightly with the pads of her fingertips and applies aloe lotion every forty-five minutes.FFM XXII in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She never really appreciated sun and sand and lake water. Mix it all together and it just makes really warm mud. On a normal day, she would be perfectly satisfied sitting underneath a tree, wearing light clothes that cover every inch of skin and a brimmed hat to cover her face. Being red-headed and allergic to mosquito bites, she was not built to go outside.
The burn runs down her arm, nothing she does will soothe it. She runs a cold washcloth over it, the water dripping down her arm and onto everything around it. The frustration burns in her throat as she applies ice cubes wrapped in towels.
But fear of charred sk
FFM XXIVI walk home the same day every day, the bus stops at the same place (give or take a few feet), my house never moves, and as far as I know, the streets always go the same way.FFM XXIV in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They slip into my mind, calling themselves "ideas" or "thoughts."
And, with their help, nearly every day, I manage to get lost on my way home.
SongbirdHe hooks his arm into the loop of mine.Songbird in Free Verse More Like This
This is mine, he proclaims proudly.
You can't just own people, I tell him.
Their hearts flutter and batter themselves
against the cage of their ribs,
breaking themselves before they escape.
You can't own a heart that belongs to its soul,
just as how you can't own a bird
that belongs to the sky.
And the bird cannot keep the song
it still sings even when caged.
His eyes are downcast.
I know, I tell him. I tried.
But if you are quite still,
you can hear it sing from afar.
Paint You in 100 Words or LessI would like to learn geometry, I would like to be able to sing, I would like to paint you in a hundred words or less.Paint You in 100 Words or Less in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I ran out of paint and I also ran out of words. Looks like we're fucked.
Instead, I'd like my heart to stop jack hammering when I wake up. Some people call this love, others call this fear, doctors call this anxiety. I call it my personal alarm clock and it's how I know my heart still works.
Maybe I should see a doctor or a counselor or a therapist. But instead, I'd like to have someone teach me about the lifespan of lilacs or the railroad industry or how to to do math correctly.
I'm no good at long division or drawing parallel lines. I'm always a remainder in someone's equation but our lines will somehow crisscross eventually. I was never good at using a compass but from some reason I'm always spinning circles in my head when I wake up.
Let's take geometry class one more time so we can learn how to turn these circles into straight lines.
I'm -1 right now.I feel most lonelyI'm -1 right now. in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
at below zero and you're
not here to hold me.
Falling, flying, failing.When my dad was young, he raised monarch butterflies. One time, one hatched and its hind wings never expanded fully. He removed part of the wings and glued on wings of a tiger swallowtail to help it fly.Falling, flying, failing. in Emotional More Like This
The monarch did fly away a little haphazardly. But it could still fly.
Sometimes I wonder if not being able to fly is genetic. Like being able to curl your tongue or having green eyes or depression.
People can be addicted to alcohol or drugs or nicotine.
Others are sometimes addicted to sadness and all of the above.
When I was younger, I'd take newly-hatched monarchs I had raised and throw them into the air. I was disappointed when they didn't fly right away and just fell to the ground.
Dad explained that it takes some time for their wings to expand and dry fully before they're ready to fly.
It's the same with people. Sometimes their wings take a long time to grow. Sometimes they don't grow at all, and people fall right away.
People out there spend their
MonarchWings erupt from their casing,Monarch in Free Verse More Like This
A transparent gold-rimmed shell.
Small, wet petals
blossom into fiery wings
that leave trails of ash across fingertips,
charcoal stains on outstretched hands.
They burn across the landscape,
flocking in fiery clouds over fields.
Their crepe paper wings carry them onward
like small kites drifting on the breeze.
Shedding cells and color
for 2,000 wind-beaten miles.
Hydrofluoric AcidWe called it the sparkling city, the castle on the other side of the world, but it wasn't until much later that I found out it was just a glittering oil refinery pumping toxic gases into the air. We wondered at the way it glimmered against the stars like a just out of reach mirage. We were safe, 6.7 miles away, lying in the grass underneath the weight of invisible radiowaves and unspoken thoughts.Hydrofluoric Acid in Free Verse More Like This
Now Dad tells me about my sparkling castle; the jagged, smoking tiers that pierce the skyline and cast a heavy glow outside of his new apartment.
"So there's this toxic gas they use to make petroleum in the refinery. It's fine for now, until something goes wrong and it's released. Paul told me it's heavier than air and sort of creeps along the ground with the wind. But apparently it'll really fuck you up if you come into contact with it."
Back then, you held me tightly around my waist while I spread my arms, wanting to glide over the river, the boats and barges, the railyard, t
Sinking ships, sinking hearts.You realized your dreams were just dreamsSinking ships, sinking hearts. in Free Verse More Like This
because they made you happy.
But you woke up and now you're stuck
with that sinking feeling of a dream never realized.
You're stuck with a sinking ship
and a wide ocean filled with regrets.
You're stuck on a raft with me.
So either stay on the raft or take your chances in the icy water.
I swear, I'm more stable than melting icebergs and sinking ships;
I'm afraid of water, so I'll always try stay afloat.
Look, I'm sorry but there are some things I cannot give you
And good dreams are one of them.
Summer and sick of counting.It is only September and I am sick of counting.Summer and sick of counting. in Free Verse More Like This
It is almost autumn and I am still waiting.
It has been almost four months since I've written.
It has been two years and I've hardly even painted.
I think I'm broken.
My dorm walls are white and I want to decorate them with glow in the dark stars but I don't want to keep making wishes.
My dorm walls are white and all I want to do is paint galaxies and leave this world behind.
My dorm walls are white and I am possibly broken.
I leave my food unfinished and my walls white and my door unlocked and my friends behind and my head empty. I break things before they can even get made.
It has been four months since summer and I missed the lilacs blooming,
I missed the county fair, I missed National Night Out,
I missed the meteor shower, I missed summer, I've missed you,
It has been four months since summer and I am definitely broken.
AutumnSomething happened in autumn. Besides the leaves turning, anyway. They weren't very pretty this year, to be honest. The trees changed unevenly because of the lack of rain in the summertime. The sky was gloomy for most of October.Autumn in Emotional More Like This
I wanted to take photos of the trees with you before they turned. You know, cliché nature shots. A hillside lined with red and umber foliage. Maple leaves sprinkled over the patio after the unexpected snow in October shocked them. Milkweed spores detaching from their pods and drifting away. Things to line the inside of the photo album I was making for you.
We drank too much of the summer sun in July. By the time fall came, parts of us were falling off. Our colors had blazed too early. We were fading, deteriorating. An unexpected freeze had settled overnight. You can't really explain them. Meteorologists have tried. So have I, but I guess I can't blame everything on a cool front from Canada.
I woke up one morning after sleeping by your side; I g
SatelliteIt's one of those too-long nights,Satellite in Free Verse More Like This
where I'm too awake
and you're too honest.
You tell me you have your fix:
leave a constellation on the walls,
your star gazing eyes glazing.
But no, please--
You are more than a meteor.
More than a flash, crash, burn.
It's like the sky is cracked
and the stars are slipping into space.
The pockmarked, indecisive moon
has turned her back on you, as before.
But I am still in orbit.
Maybe if you are drunk enough, you'll lean on me
slur out solar systems of sadness,
stagger down streets through broken nebulae of lights.
Maybe tell me you're sorry; I was right.
But after so many oblivious shooting stars,
somehow I doubt it.
Rebirth"You won't tell us then? What it's like?"Rebirth in Free Verse More Like This
"Is it because you have something to hide?"
"Or is it because it never actually happened?"
"Then tell us. Tell us what is it like."
"I was always the girl whose family asks 'What is wrong with you.' instead of 'What is wrong with you?'"
"And this has nothing to do with my ques-"
"If they had all just asked...I would tell them. I would tell them that my heart was torn into hundreds and thousands. And my lungs were still crushed from footholds. And my brain still sees two little girls laughing and playing. And my legs hurt from dragging myself from basements that never quite close. And the bone in my left arm has never healed because it protected me. And my arteries are still clogged with his name. And my wind pipe never quite feels open anymore. And my dreams and memories have turned to dust. And there is a part of me that wants to forget, but my mind just won't heal enough to let me sleep. And my spi
Introductions"Hi, I'm-"Introductions in Short Stories More Like This
"I know who you are."
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
"You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more."
"You don't understand weakness the way-"
"You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks."
"Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"
Thirty Three Percent"What are you doing?"Thirty Three Percent in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think I finally figured out percentages."
"We learnt those in the third grade."
"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."
"And you know how to use them in real life now?"
"Eighty four percent."
"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."
"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"
"Fifty two percent."
"Is that how much taller than me you are?"
"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."
"Twenty three percent."
"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"
"That's the percentage of times your mother told you she loved you when you were a child instead of the amount she should have."
"Seventy nine percent."
"I don't think I like this game anymore."
"That's how much of your heart loved that guy who broke it so completely callously."
"Look, I'm serious. Stop."
"That's how sure you a
My Father's LoveFor the hair's breath of a second today, I felt what my father feels about his daughter. For that tiny moment, I saw the fear, the constant worry, the anger at his angel getting hurt, and the fury at the person who had dared to harm her; the crescendo of Mozart's most famous opera. I understood what it meant to stay up all night worrying for her, for her safety, for who she was with, who she wasn't with, where she went and where she did not go; a tragic song that never ever quite comes to a conclusion. I figured out how it hurt, almost like cruel fingers on the fret board of an exquisitely delicate guitar, when she would ignore him, or hurt his feelings.My Father's Love in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For a hair's breath of a second today. I felt what my father feels about his daughter.
The feeling was there. And then it was gone.
Hemingway Would Hate ThisThe trouble with the Boy was that he didn't have the heart of Shakespeare, the voice of Poe, nor the soul of Wordsworth, nor the knowledge of Rembrandt in his darkest days. He didn't have a trace of Michaelangelo's spirit nor the angst of Carvaggio and this on its own was enough to dissuade him from understanding that technique was far better than solidarity and possession far more ageless than youth.Hemingway Would Hate This in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He didn't have any of this knowledge because his father hadn't had the courage to tell him that he needed all the qualities of these great men, to win over the heart of a woman who had the dreams of Austen, the ideas of Da Vinci and the scent of a high priestess of Venetian origin.
The Girl was all those things and more, and her value, her estimate in the market of souls was higher than most. She was an angel amongst Gods, and He should never have let her go into the world thinking that it was Keats hearted. Because like all women who live their lives story shaped, she was soon broken by
Moving On"It all seems to be in order. Let me just read your last file."Moving On in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It says here you used to have a girlfriend who was raped whilst you were with her?"
"Did she love you?"
"Yes. More than I could handle, I suppose."
"According to your file you told her she wasn't the one, and that her overfamiliarity with men led her to be in this situation?"
"Er yes? But it's not like I told her she deserved to be raped, it was more-"
"Just yes or no answers would do. Did you do anything prior to this incident to make this girl feel loved?"
"Yes I didn't cheat. I think that's enough for any relationship."
"It also says here that you almost had a child with her."
"Yes. She miscarried."
"I'm sorry for your loss."
"Don't worry about it I'm not very emotionally attached to such things."
"Did you at least comfort her? Go with her to the hospital? Take her for a routine check up?"
"No. I didn't think that I needed to. She seemed to handle it fine. Besides, at th
LustHis hands have a habit of finding my hip bones,Lust in Free Verse More Like This
trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin,
his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories.
Mine spend their time
tracing the length and breadth
of his back in kisses*
We travel through lands that never existed
before we touched them
At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit
If only we could understand
how lust and geography
make such divinely sinful bedmates.
* One hundred and sixteen
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all."Complicated in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?"
"There is nothing wrong with you."
"Can you say that again?"
"I said, you aren't sick!"
"Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway."
"You're a hypochondriac."
"What?! Listen you-"
"Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing."
"So. What did the doctor say?"
"That it's complicated."
"Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out."
"You sound skeptical."
"You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class."
"And about how your heart races and your hands shake."
"And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate."
"Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you."
"Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Tell me something. Have you noticed
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
Refugees, a Halo Reach fanficJuly 24, 2552Refugees, a Halo Reach fanfic in Short Stories More Like This
Near Visegrad, planet Reach
The refugees huddled under a makeshift shelter made of tarp as the cold wind blew rain sideways. The survivors of the attack on Visegrad were a motley, depressed lot, most of them still in shock over the fact that the feared Covenant had come to Reach. UNSC Army troopers supervised the group, offering them MREs and blankets to keep warm. It was a gray, wet, ultimately nasty sort of day.
Vera refused to sit, however. She stood at the entrance of one of the tents with her arms crossed, eyes squinted as rain pelted her exposed face. Inside she felt a little numb, a little overwhelmed, but mostly she was mad. Mad that the illusion of safety had been turned inside out and that her planet was being walked on by alien feet. Mad that she was too young and insignificant to do anything about it. She'd asked one of the Army troopers if she could help fight the aliens and he'd laughed like she was being silly. She hated him for it.
Animus facit nobilemI know it's selfish to dwell on the dead. Wasteful, even. That's what Mendez always told us, me and every other teary-eyed orphan in Beta. Is that what he told you, too, back when you were a kid? But I can't get this out of my head. You shouldn't have given me your dog tags... every time I feel them tangling up with mine, I get this tight feeling in my throat. It's starting to hurt now.Animus facit nobilem in Short Stories More Like This
I made it to civilization, or at least what's left of it, nine days after you... left. Got pretty banged up in reentry, but we're made to get banged up and keep going, I guess. The horizon was burning, and I kept glancing up at the sky, though I don't know what I was really looking for. Maybe that beautiful white-on-purple cloud you made when you took out that supercarrier's midsection. Yeah. Bet it looked like a star to everyone down below.
(I didn't cry when you threw me off and I didn't cry when I watched you go, but after I woke up on the ground and realized I was by myself, it hit me and I could
Remembering NobleIt wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, her eyes fluttering open unwillingly. She tried to reach for her alarm clock, but got tangled in her sheets and, in the ensuing struggle to get free, fell out of bed, taking her covers with her. She landed in a heap on the floor and made an "oof" sound, then extricated herself awkwardly and staggered to her feet, finally able to turn the hated device off.Remembering Noble in Short Stories More Like This
It was 6:00 in the morning, still a bit dark outside. The girl drew in a hasty breath as the chilly morning air nipped at her bare toes. She immediately attacked her chest of drawers, pulling out a black and yellow jogging suit and a black tank top, which she put on hastily. She glanced in the mirror and went over to her cabinet, where she took out a jar of hair gel and slicked back her short, wavy auburn hair. This done, she went back to the bureau and put on some socks, then running shoes. Then she exited her room, l
when you notice a kat in profound meditation"Are you seriously peoplewatching?"when you notice a kat in profound meditation in Short Stories More Like This
Kat's arm shot back and her elbow dug into Jun's ribcage, eliciting a grunt from the sniper. He stepped back, hands raised in a gesture of surrender, and she turned back to the vista. "I like watching," she said coolly. Her green eyes flicked from side to side as streams of pedestrians flowed by the ONI building, all of them different shapes and colors. "It's like getting to know someone without all the annoying chatter."
"You start bringing home dead birds, we're gonna have a problem," Jun snarked. He cautiously leaned on the railing beside her, keeping a few inches between them. He had on the usual gray and black uniform all Spartans wore, but she was wearing sweatpants and a sleeveless top the same color as her armor. It brought out her eyes, Jun mused, and knew if he ever told her that she'd just glare at him. Her eyes are pretty when she's mad
"See anything you like?" Kat asked, gesturing at the masses below.
"I tend to ignore faces
Admonition"Tell me why you refused to cooperate with the rest of your team to complete the objective."Admonition in Short Stories More Like This
The Lieutenant Commander's voice was stern, but oddly paternal. Yet it did nothing to sway the young girl; instead of responding, she just set her jaw and remained silent. Kurt resisted the urge to sigh. Her reticence to explain herself was one of the reasons why she endured so much discipline from the drill instructors, yet she refused to correct the problem. He respected her toughness, but disapproved of its rebellious nature.
From day one he had known B312 would be different. The initiation test had gone well for her; she landed her Falcon Wing, extricated herself, and sneaked all the way back to the airfield where Kurt waited in his MJOLNIR armor. She had been the first to approach him half-limping and bloodied and he had congratulated her for the effort. But what he perceived as determination was merely raw stubbornness; Theresa-B312, or "Tess" as she demanded to be called, had to be liter
Survivor's Guiltï»¿ All I could do was salute him. I knew he was gonna die... I knew that this was my last chance to show my feelings toward him. And all I could do was snap my hand up in front of my face.Survivor's Guilt in Short Stories More Like This
Kelly sat alone in the Spartan quarters. The others weren't back from evening chow yet. She wasn't hungry; ever since Sam's death, she hadn't really munched on anything, just the occasional MRE. She ran a hand over the bristle of her brown hair and exhaled evenly, closing her eyes, falling into Zen in an attempt to keep from showing unnecessary emotion. Emotion, ha... something every Spartan had, but strove to keep contained under layers of grit and cool professionalism. Something she hardly ever delved into... but recently, it just kept cropping up. Every time someone mentioned Sam, or even that accursed op, she felt the urge to slam her fist through a nice titanium wall, or snap someone's neck. Doctor Halsey had labeled it âsurvivor's guiltâ. Kelly
Dear Someone,I don't know who you are or why I had the sudden urge to write this. You could be anyone in the whole wide world. But for some reason, you were on my heart this morning. I haven't slept all night, and I guess staring at the ceiling makes one think about what really matters.Dear Someone, in Letters More Like This
You're one-of-a-kind, you know that? Not factory-made, not mass-produced, not something but someone. Even if you're a twin or triplet, you're uniquely and wonderfully you. There is something about you that no one else has, and that the world would be woefully without if it were taken away. From the curve of your eyelashes to the barest hint of a smile at one corner of your mouth when you're trying not to laugh, you're a collection of little miracles all wrapped up into one special and wonderfully made package. Each of your cells custom-made, chains of DNA specifically forged and coded just for you. But you're more than science. You're tangible and intangible, physical and ethereal, radiating emotion and life
Illusion, a Halo fanfic"Ha. Beat that."Illusion, a Halo fanfic in Short Stories More Like This
The man paused for a millisecond before moving his next piece, brow furrowed as he contemplated his newest strategy. The holographic chess set flickered as he tapped a black square and his knight moved there, then he withdrew his hand and folded his arms, daring his opponent to make her move.
Cortana's "eyes" narrowed and she gave a little huff, moving a castle to counter her adversary's advance. "That was just luck and you know it," she declared, a hint of frustration in her smooth voice. The AI, only a few inches tall on the board, rested a "hand" on the nearest bishop and cocked her head. "I'd love to see the gears turning inside that thick skull of yours, but sadly I don't have X-ray vision. What's your plan?"
"Winning," the old man muttered, then moved a pawn.
Cortana snorted and promptly captured the pawn with a pawn of her own. "Right. You are predictable if anything," she sighed. "But you know you can't beat the best mind around, right?"
"I can try."
Phonetic Similarity (Reach AU)"It's coffee. Go on, try some."Phonetic Similarity (Reach AU) in Short Stories More Like This
Coffee. Caffè, café, it all sounds the same, I wonder what the Hungarian word is, I bet it doesn't sound the same. She eyeballed the innocuous little plasticy paper cup with the same terse attention she'd give any enemy in crosshairs, then reached for it. Her hand was pale, tiny without armor on. She wondered if the rest of her looked so sickly.
Across the table, such a short yet long distance, sat a man. He was shorter than her, like most men, and he lacked the hardness that made Spartans their own breed. He had dark skin but alarmingly blue eyes, and she hadn't asked him about that yet. In fact, she rarely spoke to him. He was one of them, a suit with a radio in his ear and a "get away with anything" license, and he was here to make sure she didn't do anything unusual. She ignored him. But she was interested in the drink he'd brought her.
Smells like hazelnuts, caramel too Reach had had hazelnut trees. She remembered
The Mona Lisa--EndgameAnd they went at it.The Mona Lisa--Endgame in Short Stories More Like This
Lopez ducked as Henry attempted to turn her head into paste with his cricket bat. She barely avoided the Elite's quick-as-lightning manuevers. Lopez was no fool; she knew that the Covie was stronger than she could ever dream of being, and one mistake would mean the end of her life. Her limbs didn't want to obey her, her body ached and ached, but she made herself fight, desperate to survive, crazed and determined. She wielded her assault rifle like a club, swinging at Henry, missing him as he casually sidestepped her blow.
Behind them both, the last escape pod.
Maybe she wouldn't have to actually kill Henry, just get past him and launch the pod and get the hell out of here. Henry could kiss Flood, for all she cared. Benti, rest her soul, might have objected, but Benti was dead, worse than dead, and Lopez's chief priority was getting out of this situation alive. Just so she could beat the crap out of Foucalt, rip whatever accursed chit of software that was Reb
The Dragon PlushThat day, Jack's parents brought him to the shopping mall. It was his tenth birthday...and just like the previous years, they were going to the plush shop.The Dragon Plush in Fantasy More Like This
Jack loved plushes...he simply couldn't get enough of them. He got plushes scattered all over his bedroom, and he always prayed his parents to buy him a new one whenever he got the chance.
His favorite plushes...were the dragon ones. He loved dragons...to him, they were the coolest creature on the face of the Earth. Despite his young age, he knew that dragons were not real...but...he wished they were.
And that day, of course, he was going to buy a new dragon plush....a red one, since he loved red. But before Jack and his parents could reach the shop...something caught their attention. There was a new shop just in front of the grocery store...and to their surprise...it was a plush shop.
Jack's mom smiled. Hey look...there's a new plush shop there...why don't we take a look? Maybe they got lower prices than the other one
The Dragon EggThe two men walked in the room, immediately followed by their lawyer. They all sat down in front of the table, the lawyer on one side and the two men on the other. The lawyer carefully placed his bag on the table, and took out a bunch of papers. He coughed to get the other twos attention. So...are we ready?The Dragon Egg in Fantasy More Like This
Yes, Im ready. One of the two, a man in his early 20s, spoke.
The other man, probably in his 40s, nodded. Just hurry up and read the testament, I dont have all day
Have patience. The younger one spoke. The mans doing his job, you cant rush him on that.
The other snorted. Alright...its your house after all...please mister, continue
The lawyer coughed a few more times. So...today we are sitting here to read the testament of Mister Roy Mandson, who passed away three weeks ago, on September 13th 2010. Two people have been called here: his only son he said a
The story of BenBen sat down on the small chair, and he looked at the man in front of him, So...what do you want Mister Calera? he asked, crossing his legs.The story of Ben in Fantasy More Like This
The man took a cigar, and he looked at Ben, I want you to...prepare another mixture... he said, leaning forward.
Sorry Andrew...I'm done with those mixtures Ben said, standing up, and turning around.
Maybe you don't understand...but this is not a request my friend Andrew said, lighting up the cigar.
Ben turned around, I don't want to make other people suffer...and I don't want you to use them for you own business he said, pushing away the chair.
Andrew smiled, Suffer? Those mixtures made them happy....maybe they suffered at first...but then...they couldn't have been happier he said, smoking the cigar.
But still...I don't want to help you Ben said, stepping forward. And that's it...goodbye Andrew Then Ben walked away.
But before he could reach the door..
The Lizard PlushThis story is about two brothers: Kyle and Jack.The Lizard Plush in Fantasy More Like This
Jack is the youngest one...twelve years old, short, brown hairs, deep blue eyes. He is a honest and gentle person, who likes to help people, and make them happy. But despite this attitude...he doesn't have any friends. He spent his days locked in his rooms, sadly hugging his plush lizard...maybe the closest thing to a friend he had.
Kyle was the oldest one...eighteen years old, tall, muscled, green eyes, always wearing black clothes. He is the exact opposite of Jack. He was, without a doubt, one of the most irritating and unfriendly human beings on the face of Earth. He didn't like his family...and he didn't like his brother. All Jack wanted was Kyle to be his friend...but all Kyle did was pushing him away, and calling him an annoying brat.
Their parents tried to convince Kyle to be more gently...but there was nothing they could do to change him. It was his nature...being an arrogant person was Kyle's way to live. He had a lot of friends
Crocodile changeThe helicopter slowly landed on the wide open area...covered by dead grass and trees. Logan stepped out the vehicle, firmly holding the assault riffle. The pilot turned around, and he winked...wishing him good luck.Crocodile change in Fantasy More Like This
I will definitely need it. Logan thought...the helicopter taking flight behind him. He slowly walked forward, toward the woods ahead. Logan was calm...he knew that a psychopath was hiding in there, murdering and kidnapping people for no reason....but Logan was calm in that moment. He didn't fear death...quite the opposite to be honest. After Chernobyl...everything changed...no more an enthusiastic soldier, ready to serve his motherland...but a renegade, wishing for death to come, and end the sufferance that his life has became.
He reached the woods, and he sat down on a rock, to check his equipment. His mission was simple: find the murderer, and take it down, whatever it took. He received his assault riffle, a silenced gun, a knife, and a torch for the mission...noth
Eternal FlameSince the day my parents day, my whole life changed, and not in a good way. My name is Lee, and I was 15 when my mother died in a car accident. My father followed her a few months later...suicide. I lived with them, and I was too young to live alone, so I had no choice but to leave my house in America and travel to Europe, to live with my uncle. Maybe for you this is not a bad thing, but for me, it was. I hated my uncle...he was always drunk, and violent. My life with him has been a real nightmare...and I spent my days, trying to decide a way to kill him and escape. But...I didn't, even if that man was horrible, I had to live with him, because...I had no other choices. I thought that my life was going to end in that horrible place, with that horrible man...but fate changed everything.Eternal Flame in Fantasy More Like This
One year after my first time in that house, with my horrible uncle...something happened that changed my life. I was walking in the woods...I just wanted to stay away from my uncle, as much as I
Dragon otherkinThere is a huge difference between physical body and spirits. They are two separate things, and they are not necessarily the same. Take otherkin for example, they are human in body but something else in spirit. You may or may not believe on otherkin but I want you to believe that the soul exists. And if you want a proof well you have to look at yourself. I cannot place a mirror in front of you, and say: Look that is your soul, you have to find it on your own.Dragon otherkin in Fantasy More Like This
But now I want to tell you a story I am not asking you to believe me, but I want you to understand what the story means, and what I want you to see .and feel. So now, sit down, and prepare yourself this story may change your life.
Three years ago, my life was ordinary. I spent my days doing what a normal human being does: work, sleep, eat, talk with friends, and stay with the family it was definitely an ordinary life.
But I knew that there was something differ
Dragon AXEGoing to the store and buying stuff for the house is always a chore, no doubts about it. It's always boring to just walk past those countless shelves, finding at least 30 products that do the exact same things. It was like this with everything...especially with soap, or shampoo. There was simply too much to choose from, and most of the time it was just better to choose pick the cheapest one, or even better, just take a random one all together, to save time.Dragon AXE in Fantasy More Like This
Peter was just like anyone else: don't care who produced something, as long as he buys it. That's why that day, as usual, he just walked past every shelf, just randomly throwing something in his basket, not really giving a damn about the price most of the times. He still doesn't know why when he passed the soap and shampoo shelf, he had to stop and look. Something had caught his attention: a bright red AXE bottle.
"Hrm..." He muttered as he picked the bottle up from the shelf to take a look at it. "Wonder what this one is, looks lik
A special surpriseThe phone started ringing. I tiredly raised my head, trying not to fall asleep again, and grabbed the phone.A special surprise in Fantasy More Like This
Better this to be important...it's five in the morning I said, barely able to hear my voice.
I heard a few coughs. Hey Sean, this is uncle Steve. Do you still remember who I am or you completely forgot about me?
I laughed, in a sarcastic way of course. Who can forget about you? That present you sent me last year was awesome...too bad you weren't there! It's so hard for you to visit me, at least once?
I heard a sigh, followed by another cough. I'm sorry Sean, but I was busy. I'm working on something special for you
Yeah right...you said that at least three hundreds time. You also said that you were going to let me come to your house and spend the rest of the summer with you...but school is starting next week, and you... I sighed. You left me alone...again
He laughed. And that's why I called you. I want
Dragon SerumOkay...the third subject is perfectly fine...bring him to the containment room with the others...next one!Dragon Serum in Fantasy More Like This
While the subject was quietly brought out of the room, two people walked in. One was a tall man, dressed in black, and the other was a young boy, probably around twelve years old, wearing a red shirt and light-blue trousers.
The man stared at the boy, obviously surprised by his presence there. He sighed. It's just a child...who brought him here? I thought that I clearly said that I don't want to use the Serum on anyone younger than 18
The other man nodded. Sorry doc...but apparently someone really important brought this boy here, and he wanted to do it anyway. I don't like this either, but the boss' orders cannot be ignored
The doc snored. Of course...he makes money out of this after all...well, leave it to me...go now
The man nodded, and then he left the room without saying a word. The boy just stood there, both confused and scared.
Rebels of Never Are WeIt was midnight when my heart struck out;Rebels of Never Are We in Free Verse More Like This
Whispering eyes catching mine.
Lonely arms on lonely shoulders;
Heartbreaks cure divine.
Shaky and unsure we were;
Alone so long, till now.
Unpractised hands swept over thighs,
And shyly out we bow.
In a pile on the floor lie we,
The forsaken rebels of never.
And when we stand, we shake hands,
To say goodbye forever.
Plague of DreamsI realised something today. Something I have no words for. All I know is that it reveals some horrifying, raw truth that I have a feeling might just kill me. It started off just as a thought meeting a crossroads, choosing a path, then meeting another thought, then another and another. These thoughts passed through my mind with the vacant blatancy most thoughts seem to have, until they met the fateful thought that was lit ablaze by the torch held by a chain of preceding thoughts.Plague of Dreams in Emotional More Like This
This thought was different. It wasn't new. It was covered in cobwebs and grey with neglect and I wish terribly that I had left it alone to wallow; empty and forlorn. But I didn't. I carried it to the front of my mind and examined it. It wasn't a forgotten memory that wrought my soul with terror. It wasn't something that made my cheeks blush in excruciating embarrassment. It was something that I had the misfortune to believe was in the past. Something painful that I craved, and still crave. Like being infatuated
Politics. Kill for Kicks.Was it wisePolitics. Kill for Kicks. in Free Verse More Like This
To tell our lies
And not just
Leave them all behind?
Was it uncouth
To kill the truth
And bend it backwards
For tomorrows youth?
Was it too bold
To leave exposed and cold
All those alone
Only just worth their weight in gold?
Was it not love
When we came from above
To abuse our power,
To push and shove?
Was it unjust
To kill the trust
Pocket the money
And quench our lust?
Though were untamed,
Can you play the game?
Kill for kicks
In your countrys name?
Make My DayWhy am I not graced with loathingMake My Day in Free Verse More Like This
In her beauteous stead?
Vaguely she doth smile
And oblivious, bows her head.
I wish my heart would listen
Instead of taking me here.
Yet somehow I cant do it.
I'm always back soon out of fear.
Though I try to concentrate
On something other than she,
I am forced to understand
She is ignorant to her effect on me.
Someday shell find out,
I gather I'll have run.
Shell probably yell
That she was only having fun.
Leave me be,
I want not to stay.
If you do, keep gone;
Youll only make my day.
DistractionsThere's a boy in my head again. I try to concentrate on vital thoughts, but there's a nagging in the back of my mind and when I drag it forth he appears behind the curtains of my eyes. I sit in class awaiting the solution to an equation and accidentally yank him from the depths of my subconscious until he is standing in front of me, smile wide, eyes sparkling, lips inviting.Distractions in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I struggle to remain alert, but instead I feel the warmth of his skin bare against mine, the brush of his kisses down my neck, right down to my collar. I breathe in, to clear my head, and inhale not the smell of pencil shavings and old textbooks, but the scent of his soap, deodorant and that smell that all men seem to possess.
I blink my eyes spastically to rid myself of the insane thoughts that riddle my brain, but I am hit with a wave of passion as I hear his breath hiss out in a low moan as my hands glide over his body, warm on his cold fingers, cool on his burning back. They trail across his cheeks, dance down
Carpe DiemIn dangers day we stayed awayCarpe Diem in Free Verse More Like This
From knife and flying hand.
Here we lie upon the sea
Of the protected banned.
We lost all trust
When we killed lust.
So now we look on
With 22, bust.
The game was played,
The cards on the tables.
But protection stole our power
And left us with our fables.
Judge us not by what we say
We spit out only what we can.
Do the trick that got us far
And screw our security plan.
Miss You AlreadyTomorrow youll be gone with the last kiss from my lips lingering on yours.Miss You Already in Free Verse More Like This
Cry for it.
Feel the burn.
Wish Id learn.
Watch you gather speed on your wings and rocket away from nothingness.
Accentuate it so I can see where I am on the scale of missing you.
With tears in my eyes.
Wed watch the world go by.
But youre leaving me;
You cannot stay;
You wouldnt want to;
If you knew I was this way.
If I miss you come back and slap me hard and leave again because I'm not allowed to love.
Yesterday you were not on my horizon;
Today you irk the strings of my contentment;
Tomorrow youll be gone
MiseryIt didnt take as long as they said, but even then I felt every day as though it was several years. It was slower than slow, seeing him become more frail, more limp, more dead.Misery in General Fiction More Like This
The smile on his lips was thin, I could see the agony behind it, but he was so brave. I think that was the worst part, knowing he was a living lie for me.
When it came to the last day, I knew it. He was in the hospital, as he had been for several months. I had visited every day, slept there most nights.
He had his eyes shut and I was listening to his breath rasp in and out. The room was dark with lonely perceptiveness, it knew what was coming, had seen it time and again.
I looked at his face, skin on bone. His eyelids fluttered and opened. Just. Eyes of no substance looked feebly up at me and he gave one final nod.
I knew what he wanted, I didnt want to, but I knew it was right. There was nothing left. Nothing except love and we both knew that would be dead soon too. Replaced with an eternity of nothi
BelleUnwritten. Stuck in a rut.Belle in Free Verse More Like This
Unwritten. Hit by a truck.
And if that occurred
(Though simply absurd)
I suppose Id yell,
Know my story
Learn it well.
If you have children
Its them youll tell.
Then by name
Theyll all know Belle.
RunningI'm under no illusion that everything back home is okay. I know when something's gone wrong. Is it wrong of me to run away from terror? I can't take it in my stride. So I made a dash for it. But even if I have run, it's still with me. Riding on my back. A burden and a concern. It's not as if I can go back now anyway. Too many questions will be asked and eventually I'll have to tell them my whole story. Everything. I can't even find a starting point in my head. I just don't want to think.Running in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It'd be bliss to escape that one for a little while. To forget what's waiting right around the corner for me to stumble unknowingly into. But I won't be fooled. I'm not going back. Once my story is out I'll be kept right there. Within sight. Within reach. Without hope.
Perhaps they'll believe my story. It's a crazy one, but they'd know the truth if they heard it. Right?
Either way, they're after me. Wanting my thoughts to be slipped under a microscope and analysed until my head can't take any more and
FaithFaith in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the faith of a child
complete trust in purest form
has no boundaries
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 12NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 12 in Fan Fiction More Like This
-Deidara, Tobi, and Zetsu are walking to Konoha-
Zetsu: "Why does the Leader always have us looking after this kid?"
Deidara: -Sigh- "Who knows..."
Zetsu: "Oh great! I just realized! A bunch of our targets are queers! Queers give me gas..."
Zetsu: "Oh! Isn't that the brat right there!?" -Points-
Deidara: "Uh... That's just some kid with spikey hair..."
Zetsu: "There he is! Let's attack!" -Points-
Deidara: "That's an old man."
Zetsu: "Hmm... What about him?!" -Points-
Deidara: "That's not even a boy."
Zetsu: "Well SORRY! All you blondes look the same to me!"
Deidara: -Sweatdrops- "God I hate this job- Tobi, what the hell are you doing?"
Tobi: -Running around in circles making airplane noises-
Deidara: -Twitchy Eye- "WILL YOU STOP ACTING LIKE FUCKING CHILD?!"
Tobi: -About to cry- "But Tobi is a good boy!"
Deidara: "How the leader let you in I will never know... Come on we gotta finish our mission. I figured we'd take care of Kakashi first
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 5NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
My Lovely Lady Lumps
Lee: "Yep! That's right! Gai and I are getting married!" -Squeal-
Hinata: -Choking on her fork, face has turned blue. Passes out-
Naruto & Neji: -Blank face-
Naruto: -Passes out next to Hinata-
Neji: -Doesn't pass out. Just standing up frozen in shock. No movement what-so-ever-
Kakashi: -Looks at pancake tray- "599,999... Oh no! I think she-!" -Turns to see Hinata's face is blue and she's passed out- "PANCAKE!"
-Kakashi reaches into Hinata's throat and pulls out a half-eaten pancake and the fork- "I knew it! You stole one of my pancakes you... pancake thief!"
Hinata: -Gasping for air- "Oh Naruto! You saved me!" -Hugs a passed out Naruto-
Kakashi: "Yeah, HE saved you..." -Eats a pancake-
Lee: "So! Neji! I expect you to be my best man?"
Neji: -Still in state of shock-
-Knock at the door-
Kakashi: "My, my, my! So many visitors! I should have built KHOP here! Slave!"
-Iruka appears out of nowhere-
Kakashi: "Get the d-!"
Iruka: "I KNOW THE DRILL BASTARD!"
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 15NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 15 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Meet the Happy Twins
Pein: "AKATSUKI! ASEMBLE!"
-Itachi, Kisame, Deidara, Zetsu, Kakuzu, and Hidan appear-
Tobi: -Falls from the ceiling fan- "WHEE!!!"
Deidara: "Ugh... What now?"
Pein: "We have a new recruit, remember? We all need to be here to decide to let him in or not."
Pein: "So, Zabuza. You want to be in Akatsuki?"
Zabuza: "Uh... Yes?"
Zetsu: "Hey guys, what's it called when you feel like your living something over again?"
Deidara: "Deja vu?"
Zetsu: "Bless you. Now come on, does anyone know what it's called?"
Kakuzu: "Deja vu."
Zetsu: "Bless you. Seriously guys, come on! You know! It's when you feel like you're living the same day over again?"
Itachi: "DEJA VU!"
Zetsu: "What is there, a cold going around?!"
Hidan: "This is getting us nowhere..."
Naruto: -Watching from his prison cell- "Dumbasses..."
-Meanwhile, in an office building somewhere-
Suigetsu: -Walks in- "Now what the fuck do you guys want?!"
Nova(Writer): "Oh, you're early. Th
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 10NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 10 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sasuke: "Nothing can stop me now you fools!" -Licking blood off his hands-
Kakashi: "Not even the Spatula of Justice?" -Holding a golden, glowing spatula-
Kakashi: "Welp... We're screwed..."
Sakura: -Running around in circles screaming- "Gay-Emo-Transvestite-Vampire! Gay-Emo-Transvestite-Vampire! Gay-Emo-Transvestite-Vampire-!" -Bumps head on a tree-
Sasuke: "DIE!!!" -Charges after Kakashi-
Kakashi: "Pancake Style! Substitution-Jutsu!"
Sasuke: -Bites into a pancake instead- "BLEH! Tastes like cheap cardboard!"
Kakashi: "Bad... pancake...? WAAAAAHHH!!!" -Runs off crying-
Sakura: -Still running around in circles screaming-
Sasuke: "Your turn now bitch!" -Charges at Sakura-
Naruto: "STOP RIGHT THERE YA FUCKING EMO BITCH!!!" -Jumps in front of Sakura-
Sasuke: "Look who's finally awake!"
Kakashi: -Hiding behind a bush- "Kill the bastard! He wouldn't know good pancakes if one slapped him in the face! Which
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 3NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Evil Monkey Told me...
-Naruto, Hinata, and Kiba are now all sitting down in the forest together-
Kiba: "Oh yeah! Naruto! I heard about what you did to Neji! Classic Dude!"
Hinata: -Twiddling fingers- (Inner Hinata: Damn you Kiba! You filthy mutt! I was so close and then you had to come and ruin it!)
Naruto: "Hinata, you okay? You look upset."
Hinata: "Oh... N-no... I'm just fine..." (Inner Hinata: No thanks to mutt-boy!)
Kiba: -Starts eating some of the ramen- "Mmm! This is good! What brand is this?"
Naruto: "Hinata made it herself. Isn't it awesome?"
Kiba: "Yeah! It's great! So what were you guys doing out here by yourselves anyway? On some kind of date?"
Naruto: -Chuckle- "Yeah, right. Nah. Just hanging out."
Hinata: "Heh-heh..." -Twiddling Fingers- (Inner Hinata: We might have been if you hadn't interrupted dog-for-brains!)
Kiba: "You sure you're okay Hinata? Seriously, you look like you're about to kill someone."
Hinata: "Y-yes. I'm fine..." (Inner Hinata: YEAH! YOU! Yo
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 4NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kakashi's House of Pancakes
Hinata: "Oh my! What happened?!" (Inner Hinata: Sucker!)
Naruto: "Well. You're not gonna believe this, but apparently some crazy person burned my house down then tried to smash what was left of it with a hammer!"
Hinata: "Oh! How awful! Of course you can stay here!" (Inner Hinata: Damn. I forgot about the hammer )
Naruto: "Eh-heh... Thanks..."
-Both go inside-
Naruto: "Wow. Big place you got here."
Kakashi: "I get to sleep in the attic!"
Naruto: "Oh... That's right... You're here too..."
Kakashi: "Anyway... What the hell do you horny kids want?!"
Hinata: "Uh... ...Dinner?" (Inner Hinata: Psycho...)
Kakashi: "Oh... Follow me!" -Runs with arms out in the air while imitating airplane noises- "WHEEE!"
Naruto & Hinata: -Sweatdrops-
-In the kitchen-
Kakashi: "Dinner's almost ready!" -Making pancakes-
Naruto: "Kakashi?! You cook now?!"
Kakashi: "The evil monkey said a hobby might be therapeutic!"
Neji: -Walks in- "EH?! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?!"
AQNARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 8AQNARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pimps, Perverts, & Emos, Oh My!
-A week later, after the 'incident' at the hospital. Things seem to have calmed down around Konoha-
Lee: -Skipping home after an afternoon of shopping-
Sasuke: -Wondering around after having escaped from Orochimaru's place again. He suddenly spots Lee- "Aha! You!"
Lee: -Stops skipping- "Huh?"
Sasuke: "You! Tell me where my Naruto is! I must see my beloved!"
Lee: "Uh... He's not your beloved. In fact, from what I hear, he hates you."
Sasuke: "You're just jealous! Now tell me where he is!"
Lee: "Not happening! I have to protect my friends!"
Sasuke: "Bitch, you don't got any friends."
Lee: -Covers ears- "LALALALALALALA!!!"
Sasuke: "Hmph! Fine then! I'll find my precious one myself!" -Gasp- "I bet that schizophrenic bitch kidnapped him again! I'm coming my love!" -Heads towards the Hyuuga's-
Lee: "Wow... I'm glad I don't act like that." -Gasp- "I think I left the oven on!" -Resumes skipping home-
-Meanwhile Naruto, Hinata, and Neji are having a nice q
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Ramen is the Root of Evil
-Naruto and Itachi are walking through the streets-
Naruto: "Man... I wonder if it was okay... what we did to Neji back there..."
Itachi: "Well... That's what the bitch got for not giving me my money back."
Itachi: "I loaned him some money like over a month ago and he still hasn't paid me back."
Naruto: "Hmm..." (Note to self: NEVER borrow money from Itachi...)
Itachi: "So Naruto, I heard about this new ramen shop. Wanna check it out?"
Naruto: "I'm not on set! I'm not a ramen obsessed freak!"
Itachi: "They also sell candy."
Naruto: "I'm in!"
-As they head toward the ramen shop they run into Shino-
Shino: "Yo. Have you seen Hinata? I needed to ask her something."
Itachi: "Sorry, fruitloop."
Shino: "I told you guys I'm not gay. I'm metro..."
Itachi: "Whatever helps you sleep at night..."
Shino: "Whatever. Oh. And tell Neji he owes me money."
Naruto: "You too? Damn... Is Neji poor or something?"
Itachi: "Who knows..."
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The Shit Hits the Fan
Naruto: -Hiding in a tree by himself, holding a big bowl of ramen- "Ahhh... Peace at last..." -About to eat-
Neji: -Cuts down the tree Naruto's sitting in with a chainsaw-
Naruto: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" -Hits the ground hard- "DUDE!!! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!?!?!"
Neji: "For getting me raped by Sasuke! I knew I'd find a way to get back at you eventually!"
Iruka: -Watching nearby- "Yarr... Sound like a beatdown be necessary..."
Neji: "WHY are you talking like a pirate?"
Iruka: "Yarr... It's my new gimic! What do ye think?"
Iruka: "Arr... Ye be a rude lass..."
Neji: "I'm not a-! Oh screw it, I don't even know what you said anyway..."
Naruto: -Crying over spilled ramen- "You... YOU SICK BASTARD!!!"
Neji: "It's called karma. You'll get over it. Now to find Itachi, he's just as at fault."
Naruto: -Twitch- "OH SASUKEEEEE!!! YOUR NARUTO IS WAITING FOR YOOOOUUUU!"
Neji: "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!"
Iruka: "Yarr... He wouldn't..."
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Tobi: "This sucks... Here I though it would be so easy to keep my secret identity..."
Deidara: "One, what the hell does that even matter? Two, you're the one who just blurted it out. And three, nobody gives a shit.
Kisame: "Wait... Uchiha... Does that mean he's related to you Itachi-? AH!!!"
Itachi: -Choking Kisame- "DON'T... YOU... EVER... COMPARE... ME... TO... THAT... FUCKING... RETARD..."
Kisame: -Strangled- "Yes... sir..."
Itachi: -Lets him go- "I'm so glad we understand each other." -Smiles-
Tobi: -Smiling- "But we are cousins Itach-!"
Itachi: -Glares evilly-
Tobi: "Eh-heh-heh-heh... Nevermind."
Itachi: "Well, I'm bored. So I'm gonna get high. Who's in?"
Kisame: "Not me! Don't you remember what happened last time?!"
Itachi: "Kisame, if you don't light that joint right now then you are officially the biggest pussy on the planet."
Kisame: "Big deal! Everyone already thinks I'm a pussy!"
Itachi: "And I will never speak to you again."
The Hottest 30 DaysThe traffic never bothered him until he had nowhere to go.The Hottest 30 Days in Free Verse More Like This
It took two hours to get across town and he forgot the applications.
There wasn't snow on the ground, so he pulled over
and parked in a tow away zone. He walked around
the center of that city and thought about his father standing in line
with him at the Hartford shopping mall twenty seven years earlier
in the town where he grew up.
It's Christmas time and all of the other children are
pissing themselves with anticipation.
Over the scent of plastic evergreens and candy canes,
his father still smells like motor oil and top shelf bourbon.
The closer he gets to the obese man in the red coat,
the more he shakes with fear. Tears well up in his eyes.
Right before it's his turn, his dad pulls him out of line and
they walk quietly back to the car.
His dad doesn't turn the heat on or bother looking in the rearview mirror;
"Don't make me leave w
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We found each other in the worst kind of alley
Philosophy majors get the concept of a dumpster
Between Zhuangzi and a blowjob,
there must be a difference
I woke up in reverse today
Any nice guy has a shot with a stripper
Conversations with the creature in the corner
He's excited that my skin is melting
She meets me in the pretend hotel lobby
Concrete, turn around, ants at a picnic
Adult drinks for breakfast, semi circle dinners
I'm in love with easy veins
She picked out her bride's maid dress at Wal-mart
I was dead for six whole months
First day back, Lazarus didn't change
House wives walking their cats on a leash
They wish their brains were as stained as mine
I still remember how to use a phone
It can't be winter without a fatal car wreck
We went to church last year
She thought it was a movie
Turn around and no one is there
I paid for the double feature
Campfires on the windowsill
Lightning strikes as many times as you want it
Memories of b
MyiagrosYou went quietlyMyiagros in Free Verse More Like This
Like granite with finesse
Days and nights
The come down monster
I had a drink
Six, seven, eight more
Always and sometimes
The weeks of illness
Before it pulled your eyes shut
No small talk
Just plain, empty time
I walked to the store for smokes
Struggled not to howl
There was fly paper nailed to the register
Legs still moving
And I knew what they were buzzing for
Hell had found you first
The Last Lie of SummerQuiet days, the overcast sky keepsThe Last Lie of Summer in Free Verse More Like This
to itself, ignoring the living for weeks
at a time.
From half a state away-
you could hear trains roll through
towns like mine.
There is peace
and it can't be trusted
given to the first
This was the calm before the calm.
The man that is seen, but
"Tomorrow I will say hello to him."
But we are all too busy dressing healed wounds.
I Am Kept Alive By Soulless ThingsI put both of our lives in danger when I came back.I Am Kept Alive By Soulless Things in Free Verse More Like This
Someone had to keep the roaches from shitting on your pipe.
It's important to remember that everyone was beautiful once.
You used to let me hold your hair back when your head was in the toilet.
There was vomit in your curls that night and I'm tired of trying to forget.
I look at the scar on my arm and think about when you broke the mirror.
You were out of it when you sliced me open and you couldn't stop laughing.
I was so proud of you for making it through half of an NA meeting.
That was two years ago and I'm still too young to have to deal with this.
My biggest fear was that you would never get old.
Today I found out that the devil isn't real.
I thought I sold my soul so that you could find happiness.
As it turns out, it's the only thing I didn't give up for you.
I had to be the one to find you that night.
Where would I be if you hadn't forced me to watch the entirety of your collapse?
After all, I waited a long time to meet a girl w
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subterranean spring from which your
pseudo glory quenches its thirst.
Such bias plants deep, ancient roots.
The blooming flora of this systematic process
appears unconventional to me and I quiver.
What a wordy and intentionally cryptic verse.
Do you think an abundance of metaphors and
Multisyllabic words will impress them?
Maybe some will find merit in your piece
But let's face it, you've hit new lows.
(Bless the loyal readers and interested few)
I'm sorry but anyone worth their weight in
Poetic verse knows this is a step back.
I see the ebony heard of buffalos in my dreams.
Timeless winter coats them in a haze of
Early morning flurries and I venture near.
The warmth of their breath hits the grass
And melts the thin dusting of snow.
Untouched by the notion of powder kegs and
tribal tendencies they flourish in the plains.
In this world they are colossal monarchs.
Have you ever even seen a Buffalo in person?
This "dream" your
Well Beyond the NooseMud smeared prisms, crackedWell Beyond the Noose in Free Verse More Like This
along the edges of faith and insanity.
We used to have picnics under that tree.
I caught a fly between my
finger and my thumb.
He begged me to let him go.
Drunkenly I obliged but only to watch
him drown in the contents of my glass
fifteen minutes later.
No man can be an island because they gave that job to a turtle.
I'm floating down a river and I see my father,
trapped between the amber sky and the violet shore.
He looks like that fly so I close my eyes.
There are only two of them which is why I find it hard
to see more than one thing at a time.
We eat dirt cake and sand pie when you're not around.
That tall, sturdy tree didn't give you any shade
as you fixed the rope to its bravest branch.
Slip it around your sweaty head like you slipped
That necklace around Mom's neck,
Like God slipped those cosmic rings around Saturn.
Don't tell me that He doesn't have favorites.
Middle children don't keep their youth
when they start talking walks in the
High WaterIt took eleven weeks for my stomach to stop turning.High Water in Free Verse More Like This
White water reality, broken hands, splintered paddles.
If you ever felt inclined to place your head against my chest again,
you wouldn't hear a heart beat over the roar of water in my lungs.
If you ever desired to wrap your arms around my waist,
you would find that there is far less warmth to hold onto.
For now, we drown in the perfect darkness of canyon waters.
Like infant gods, we chose to carve these wounds into
the very foundation of our fabricated universe.
Deeper than the initials of youthful lovers.
Further inward, past yellow bone and soured marrow.
We've been forever spoiled by the idea of our own greatness.
(But when my body washes upon the shore, I will always try to find you.)
A Warm, Fuzzy Mass ExtinctionDid you feel that mass extinction?A Warm, Fuzzy Mass Extinction in Free Verse More Like This
I was at the peak of an unknown summit
When everything was taken.
This planet uttered one maddening note
To let me know fire had claimed our
Perfectly fertile asylum.
I felt my teeth melt and pour
Down the back of my throat
As the oceans turned to steam.
But, I knew you were still alive.
Who but you could keep your lungs
Free of toxicity and blue ash.
You met me years later in a field
Of bones and dying grass.
Ants crawled across my grey skin
Carrying me away.
You did not let me feel sorry,
For the beauty that was stolen.
You only repeated;
"When nothing great exists,
The world is a larger place."
Va'eiraThis was a lesson in just how quiet it can beVa'eira in Free Verse More Like This
when you don't make enough noise.
Me, holding a toy gun to a stranger's head
"Remember when things stopped being ridiculous?"
You, eating dandelions in a midnight field
"About the same time things stopped making sense."
A boy in church camp carved a small crucifix
for his arts and crafts project. He won the blue
ribbon and a brand new Bible. The next morning
I found it hanging over our cabin door.
A toad was nailed to the cross.
Sometimes we wake up early enough to hide the evil from our world.