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Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
The BalloonShe hated him so much that she wanted to love him. She wanted to love him more than anything in her life. She wanted to wrap him up in her arms and promise to keep him forever.The Balloon in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But they tell her to leave him. "We know his type," they say. "The minute you begin to care about him, he leaves you forever and you'll be left to pick up the pieces."
She knows that they're right. She holds him by a string while he's miles above her. She loathes him, but her heart races every time she thinks of letting go of the string. She closes her eyes and the minute she opens them, she has to frantically reach for him.
Purple shadows grow beneath her eyes and blisters form where she has him tied at her wrist.
"Let him go," they whisper as they try to loosen him from her arm.
She shuffles, sleepy-eyed through the park, dragging him along behind her. A woman runs up behind her and points to the string.
"He is absolutely lovely. You're very lucky to have him miss," the woman says.
She begins to remove him fro
MoonburntCarelessly,Moonburnt in Free Verse More Like This
she sleeps with the window opened
and the nighttime's sun,
that isn't quite a star,
paints her face and neck
with a strange,
and deposits a burning desire
to absorb it all.
Porch Swingi. It's December,Porch Swing in Free Verse More Like This
the warm part of winter
snow is a blanket
and the fireplace crackles.
We eye the elephant-package
covered in crumpled birthday paper.
The paper flies
beneath it we gasp,
and the boys and girls
smile and take our picture.
ii. We're safe
from the April showers
beneath the roof of our porch.
We swing back and forth
for the first time.
I place my head
in the crevice
between your shoulder
and your neck.
We talk for two hours
about the azaleas.
iii. Our daughter's
runs through the sprinkler
watering the dry August grass.
She sits in the middle
on our cheeks
iv. You were the one
who wanted the apple trees.
We eat Honeygolds,
though we ought to wait
You stand up
to get another one,
from the lowest branch.
I stay on the porch
and pick at the peeling paint
on the arm of the swing.
v. By February,
has gone and passed,
and I didn't get
PersephoneI fed herPersephone in Free Verse More Like This
and she cried
at every frozen sunrise
for 180 days.
With cracks in my heart
caught in my hair
I counted 180 more.
The Angelic AnachronismMy turn-of-the-century French BoyThe Angelic Anachronism in Free Verse More Like This
An anachronism, lost on his way home.
Walks by the stone angels,
Growing out of the ground.
He spoke with the tip of his hat
And French love letters
Waiting on my doorstep
I saved them,
Unanswered, and unopened
In an old hat-box
The frivolous-French boy
Traded his pea-coat for a business suit
And his eloquence for a profit
Sometimes he still walks by the angels
And wonders if they are sprouting,
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
FFM VI (The Astronaut)I've always liked astronauts. There is a strange romanticism attached to someone who finds the entire world so mundane that they feel compelled to leave it behind. (I hear that the word mundane means "earthly." Figures.) They need more. They need the universe. They need everything that ever was and ever will be.FFM VI (The Astronaut) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My husband is an astronaut, and as a child, I wanted to become one too. I could leave my little world behind. But as I grew, my little world also grew, and I realized that there was more than enough to explore and discover on this planet. I had my love, the astronaut and we lived in a tiny, little house where I played wife and he played husband. My world was little again, but it was perfect.
But of course, he had to suit up and take off. And I got left behind.
Most nights, I sit in
ourmy garden, and look up at the night sky. I watch the stars and know that he is up there, flying among them and I wish for them to bring him back.
And I know that this
FFM XShe has more books than friends. Even on her Facebook account.FFM X in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eleven are duplicated, four are autographed, nine are missing covers, and six are in languages she doesn't speak.
(Her books, not the friends, but one never knows.)
She's worked the same job for three years, saying that it will get her to bigger and better places. It took her three years to figure out that she can't see any places, let alone bigger or better ones.
She writes stories about sad little people like her, except she didn't realize that she was like all of them. She was different because she liked her job. She liked her job until she realized she didn't. And then she couldn't think of anything that set her apart.
She has more books than friends, and she collects them the way one might collect loose change. (Again, the books, not the friends.) She hasn't read all of them, and she doesn't even know that she will. She gathered them all up in order to make herself manic-pixie-dream-girl.
But now, she's a depressive-pi
RoadYou said Kansas was too flatRoad in Free Verse More Like This
and dry, nothing but a sullen map
in the dust as the truck lumbered
down the highway.
I watched you slug back
bottle after bottle of malt liquor,
tossing the bodies in the back seat.
Dead cowboys you called them,
your jaw spoiling for a fight.
I kept my hands on the wheel
and watched the heat move sideways
through the wheat,
trying to pretend your chin lived
somewhere else and that the sun
had something more important
to do than watch me drive.
We ate egg salad sandwiches the way
your mother made them - too much salt
and celery and without the crusts
and drank grape soda warm and fizzing
from the cans and I prayed the rain
would soften the landscape and
lull you to sleep.
The radio was a better friend than me
peeling the vinyl off the dashboard.
I listened while Glen fixed another
heart in Wichita and you drowned
your hangover in some dogeared novel
you found in a gas station bathroom.
And we just drove
with the sound of people
SerpentI run low to the ground and humble,Serpent in Free Verse More Like This
caught parallel and thin
without legs or feet -
just a bare belly
to bow and scrape to no one.
I was a siren,
out of place and uncomfortable,
tucked behind the wild weeds
and the smell of fruit
making the tree boughs lazy.
But a green flash
took her breath away
and she thought me
Love StoryShe found pleasureLove Story in Free Verse More Like This
in the strong drink
of his smile,
and how warm his voice
below her breasts,
her toes curling up
as she met the breath of him
on winter nights.
She dreamed of the nape
of his neck -
how each pore
bristled with pride
and made her guess
and how his forehead
each fine hair
arching its back
at her kiss
like the wonder of discovering
a new meaning
for the rain.
BeadsAnd I will weaveBeads in Free Verse More Like This
and string glass beads across your skin.
I will pick them out - azure and turquoise
like the beach at noon
when the sand makes love to the waves.
I will decorate you in ivory and ivy
bands to kiss
your wrists and ankles and
I will teach your tongue wicked fortunes -
stories that only night can
follow and languages
man is too afraid to speak.
You will wear me
silk and water -
the warm rush of magic,
a noise that rumbles fiercely
and grows restless
in the dark.
The Killing SeasonThe killing seasonThe Killing Season in Free Verse More Like This
is upon us again -
our sons gone underground,
our trees become weapons
and the last bloom
of our youth
laid bare by carrion.
In town the men
all ask for cigarettes -
the nicotine on their breath
stalking new prey
as it mingles in the streets
and tries to look
The women wear handkerchiefs
wrapping their heads;
and from the buildings
stream white flags
warning the children
there are vacancies
below the surface.
do not recognize us -
we leave the doors open
while the windows look
and the gardens starve.
But we shall collect wounds
this harvest -
roots trapped in soil,
dry husks in crates
and barrels by the score
to haul to market,
the slender barter
of our dreams
a final afterthought
treading on our tongues.
AcheIt was an old ache -Ache in Free Verse More Like This
a rough reminder
she was not perfect,
a notch in his backbone
that creased his shirt
when he moved the wrong way.
There was a certain charm
about her face
and he liked how she could climb
when she had to
and how her spine lined up
with his bookcase.
(But he wondered why
bled into his flaws)
Still, he had to admit
lean across a table
with a grace
that bordered on
and he could learn to believe
just a dying art.
In PiecesThey sent him home in pieces -In Pieces in Free Verse More Like This
heart in a box;
bladder and spleen disinfected,
wrapped up like a birthday.
His legs followed suit,
each one mended
and folded like an accordion -
toes tightly shut,
and knees zipped.
Next came his arms,
two delinquent acrobats -
first the right one
tightly sleeved and fitted,
waving like the last night
of the circus;
then the left -
its listless shrug
shriveled under the tissue paper.
His torso followed discreetly
as if wondering
where everybody went
and who would still be up
at this hour.
His head came last -
crated like apples at Christmas;
his eyebrows permanently surprised
upon his forehead
and his tongue
a final, flat declaration
FootprintsNo footprintsFootprints in Free Verse More Like This
mar the sudden summer
of her wishful thinking,
only the wind -
fresh-faced and citron,
scattering the stars
across her yard
like wayward children.
And under her bell jar
a wisp of cornsilk,
in the silver-spooned night,
sighs and gives up
to June's moon-fed laughter.
SleepingHe's dyingSleeping in Free Verse More Like This
was all you said
leaving me to fill
in the blanks beneath
how can blood flow up
and not leave a mark
the frail biology
a tube will do
the breathing for him
his rise and fall
curled fetal in the sheets
the wound will exit
from his chest,
sterile in its waste
and oddly comforting
to us both
Just take his hand
that he's sleeping.
ClothesOur clothes got lostClothes in Free Verse More Like This
coming home -
I think they slipped off
or went skinny dipping,
in that bare skin voice of yours.
Or maybe they are seducing
the back seat
of a taxi,
daring the floorboards
not to creak
and the windows
not to blink.
Perhaps even now
the shameless pink
of your blouse
is undressing my jacket.
stripping my lapels
loose and lean
and my jeans
are coaxing the red
of your skirt
and holding it hostage,
or maybe the elusive cool
of your shoulders
and urging my tie
to trap your touch.
Besides, morning is crammed
between my ears again
and I don't recognize us
with our clothes on.
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
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.
If you can't swim, stay out of the ocean.Loving him was like loving the ocean:If you can't swim, stay out of the ocean. in Free Verse More Like This
Surfacing, gasping, from underneath crashing waves,
scrambling back on shore.
(I never did learn how to swim.)
Loving him was like watching sand slip between my fingers.
Loving you is like loving the shells on the beach,
the bottlecaps and polished glass I found in the sand,
or the seagulls gracing the waves.
(I won't drown this time.)
The worst I could do is drop you,
the worst you can do is fly away.
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.
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.
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
recovery (Halo AU)Doctor Halsey pushed her glasses up exactly one millimeter - they weren’t comfortable unless they were just right, and given the unpleasant situation, small comforts were essential. The information displayed on the lenses troubled her as much as it excited her, though she strove to keep the excitement contained. It wouldn’t do to let the others know she felt anything but dispassionate about this… issue.recovery (Halo AU) in Short Stories More Like This
Across from her sat a suit of armor. It was taller than her by more than two feet, a hulking mass that resembled a bipedal tank. It didn’t have a face, just a reflective gold visor so polished she could see herself in it. I wonder how many have seen their faces just before they die in that visor, she wondered, and pushed the thought aside. She steepled her fingers and leaned forward slightly. “The reports say you became… distracted. Intriguing. Would you care to enlighten me?”
The armor moved. Flinched. Anyone but Halsey wouldn’t
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.
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
Before the Long NightThe hole in front of me could have been a grave. It was deep and wide, punched into the ground by the narrow tip of a Scarab's leg. I jumped over it lightly, my M6G pistol snug in my right hand. The sun was going down, and Carter wanted all of us back at the cave by dark. I didn't blame him. I'd had my share of nocturnal combat the night before-- I was in no mood to go skulking about in the darkness again, especially after the day's events. I was tired, I was sore, and more than anything, I was disappointed. We all were, I guess. Watching a Covenant supercarrier utterly destroy a UNSC frigate tends to depress people, even Spartans.Before the Long Night in Short Stories More Like This
I climbed up to the opening and stopped short to look behind me, make sure I wasn't being followed. Then I stuck the pistol to my hip and slipped inside, eager to join the cluster of yellow dots that waited there.
"Glad you made it back," Kat said dryly, looking up from her TACPAD. Carter was a few feet away, helmet on, but from the way his shoulders slumped
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
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
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
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
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
FailureShe was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.Failure in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.
He fought with her all the way, telling her that they would never hurt him, but she had seen their wooden hands outstretching to wring his neck. When he spoke again, this time, calmer, he asked her, "What do you want from me?"
"Just your words."
"I lost my words a long time ago."
"I will help you find them, then."
"I never asked for your help."
"But you shall have it anyway."
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.Love in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.
It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.
It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.
It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.
It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
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
SpinelessMy mother always told me I was born with four spines. They stay there, side by side, in my ramrod straight back, the reason for my very correct posture. So when my back began to arch, people noticed.Spineless in Free Verse More Like This
My parents were first. You look different, they would suppose as I would approach every morning for breakfast. Is something wrong? My mother would question. Are you ill? My father would ask.
I had a gift with the vague and I used it to my only advantage in this scenario. Because telling them the truth would be a lot more devastating. How would I tell them about the fact that my bones, my spine, the very part of me they admired most, was depreciating?
I suppose the trouble with most relationships is to trust someone, knowing that you would willingly lie to them, just to protect them from getting hurt. We all do it, and those of us who claim we don’t, only lie because their lies are smaller. I lied to protect them from what had happened to my bones. Not just 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-"
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.
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
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.
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.
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
SnapSnap in Drama More Like This
She's unreachable; won't stand, won't listen, an obligation come from a past mistake.
He's silent, sad, and stable. Can't say it. Won't speak it. Dare not even breathe it.
Oh, but he knows. Doesn't he know! He can see it all right before his eyes.
The quiet bastard. He just lets it go on. Every moment of every day. He just watches and doesn't do anything!
He could. He could.
He could lose his inhibitions, spoil her fun and tell her the truth.
What he thinks.
What he knows.
What he'll do.
But he won't.
If he does. Just for one second. If he does let it all pour out.
The world will turn up and down.
It'll shatter and spark.
Blister and burn.
Revolt and revolutionise.
And she'd be gone.
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
SorryThere are tears in my eyes,Sorry in Free Verse More Like This
But I wont let them fall.
I am breathing deeply,
So I dont break down and bawl.
My chin trembles.
My hands shake.
Even if its not my heartbreak.
Youre fixed now I think,
Youre probably happy with another girl,
It makes me feel angry and happy,
But the emotions are sickening and they gush around me in a whirl.
I didnt ever think Id do this,
Its causing me a heap of worry,
For my sanity a mean,
But all I want to say is I'm sorry.
I knew I would hurt you,
I didnt know that there was a price;
Pretty much killing myself and all,
So I guess its like some kind of mental sacrifice.
I'm fine physically,
Fucked up mentally of course,
I'm probably overreacting,
But I fucking hate remorse.
The whole conscience thing,
It works out for the worst,
Its only here for us sorry suckers,
Were the break-up bitches but were really the cursed.
Anyway, all this is crap,
Sorry to ramble,
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
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?
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
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
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.)
Acid Girl 03Take a breath. I don't remember having lungsAcid Girl 03 in Free Verse More Like This
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
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."
Being hard on yourself.I believe in nothing but the whisper of aBeing hard on yourself. in Free Verse More Like This
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
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.
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?!"
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 13NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 13 in Fan Fiction More Like This
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."
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 14NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 14 in Fan Fiction More Like This
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..."
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 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 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
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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..."
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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empty grass silence
scratched hands on blue sands
and marble's coldest bleeding
bullets on forehead
branches purple holes
rivers and reverie
l o c k my door
past pulse of you
we cut the path and straight to foreground
we were found asleep in our tainted dream.
[words are trigger]
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tight feathers hold to marble nails
and writing wisdom myths
with an arrow
I crave warmth
I leave desires harm and
all the rest in darkness,
I c r a v e w a r m t h.
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and f a s h i o n politics
these brand new as usual, radical 'n static, indistinct masses theologies all around.
rotten breeze out
as sexual appetizers
no teeth to open gates:
let's all share the next leading crap!
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un tetto solitario
anela la fiamma
e questi polmoni neri
i m p r o v v i s a n o
un destino predetto
tra monete arrossate
intrecciate d'acque torbide
leggi ancora la mia mano che trema:
cosa vedi? Oltre...
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notti ubriache di lune
e polvere da sparo
cantiamo inni di cemento ed espiazione
a cristalli nelle nostre m a n i
[ultima curva e tutto da capo]
di corsadi corsa in Free Verse More Like This
si respira aria corta
in queste giornate dal sapore pungente
come elettricità m a r i n a i a
tra onde di roccia selvaggia
e carne pressata.
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tra le ombre
nutriva cordoni pallidi,
tra le mani un poker d' a s s i
come regina di fiori spenti
e cera fusa sulle gambe,
occhiaie uccise da una camicia di forza:
quanto costa riscaldarmi
in un'estate stanca?
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permeata d'acque verdi
figlia di mani
e convulse sensazioni,
l' i n t i m a universalità
è legge, libertà e potere,
conserva questa mancanza per lui,
ingurgitando volgari dinamismi
e ricorrente sacralità.
[rituali e pulsioni]
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dusty winds and sacred lament
prophecy mouth unfolds anew
give us birth and gave us death
gave us birth and give us death
the harvest of mystical sunbeams
under still trees
ever so shattered
like prime egg
cracked to moonlight
a bridge to rebirth
a bridge to immortal.