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,
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.
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
FFM XXXHer name is Amelia, and she spends her life watching daytime television and knotting her sorrows away. She's got an ashtray by her chair and once-cigarette, now stick-of-ash dangling from her lips and her yellowed eyes stare off towards nothing.FFM XXX in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Amelia also has a basket of yarn down at her feet, filled with sweaters for a baby that never existed.
FFM XIAlive is relative.FFM XI in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He wonders what it is that makes him sure that he is alive. What it is that proves his existence to the world and himself. His immediate response is the city that he lives in, the city that he breathes and lives every day.
But it isn't. The city makes him feel dead. The city reminds him that there is no such thing as special. The city reminds him that even in a crowd of hundreds of people, there is still no one to talk to.
He rides the train hearing nothing but his iPod, being alive with the rest of the plugged-in creatures. Some days he stands, some days he sits. He does not make eye contact with anyone for more than a few seconds and he most definitely does not speak to anyone.
He is alive, but is he living?
The plant that sits on his desk and the fish that doesn't move more than an inch a day are alive. He realizes that the woman who never leaves her apartment and the man who does nothing but work away in his office are alive too.
Yes, they are all alive, b
FFM XXIIIVI. He wore a yellow shirt. It was his first piece of new clothing in two years. His eyes were tired and his hands were becoming cracked and dry. When he spoke, his eyes wrinkled with a hint of a smile.FFM XXIII in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't remember any details about myself.
V. I had a dream where I broke my fingers against his back and he bruised my lips with his own. I didn't think it strange that I was the only one who was hurt, what I thought strange was that I woke up disappointed.
IV. He was out of country or out of state. I don't remember which. I swore I saw him while I was at work and then again when I went to the store. There was a strange moment when he returned with sunburned skin and a new hat and we locked eyes for what seemed like eternity.
III. I discovered that he smoked cigarettes and had a long scar that traced over the back of his wrist. He tried to cover the later with a watch, but the smell of the former was embedded in his skin.
II. I learned to smile for the first time.
I. Thin-lipped and sa
FFM XVOf course it was wet, it was the 1800's!FFM XV in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No one could remember when the rain started, and no one could see it stopping any time soon. Rain collected in buckets, gutters, potholes in the street. We learned to live with it as everyone else had done for years. It did wonders for the city's rat population (which I hear took a sharp downfall when the rain first started), and if it weren't for the mud, it might almost be bearable.
I, however, had grown sick of it. There were only stories of sunshine now. Stories told late at night by my grandmother, or re-told with glorious anecdotes by my brother.
There was really nothing that I wanted more than to see the sun myself. I pined to see something other than a dreary grey, to feel the touch of nothing but air
My brother made a plan to find it, and initially that plan didn't include me, but things changed. He told me his fantastical idea and there was a gleam in his eye that even the rains couldn't put out, and we both knew what would have to hap
FFM XXVIIII keep a shoebox in the back of my closet that I have stuffed with three years of memories and not a single one belongs to me.FFM XXVIII in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I suppose you could say that fate gave me my job. The day after I was rejected from the job I had interviewed for, I went down to my local library to inquire about a position that they offered through Boston's Youth Employment Network. Through a series of coincidences, including the abandonment of the position by the previous worker and a rapidly approaching deadline, I was hired for the summer. And though shelving books can be quite tedious, I went back during my sophomore year, the summer after that, and then again last summer.
After three years and seeing hundreds of books a day, I have come to realize that people leave an awful lot of things behind. Patrons mark their spot in Wilde or the latest romance novel with all sorts of exciting things. Often times, they forget to take them out when they are finished where I find them, and collect them.
I see book re
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
Teacup FriendsWe brew cups of tea and remember them thirty minutes later. The water is still warm when we pull out the teabag, but the liquid is thick and smells bitter. We drink it anyway;the syrupy liquid coats our throats and stains our stomachs. We drink it anyway, since we took the time to make it.Teacup Friends in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We figure they are like that; bitter, forgotten cups of tea that we invested so much time in making. (We even give them names: Earl Grey, Peppermint, Breakfast Blend, and Chamomile.)
Chamomile was the first to go, clipping the hair above his ears, buttoning himself up inside a black pea coat, tying it all up with a noose-like scarf around his neck.
Inside we mourned, but outside we laughed about how silly this all was. As if the way he wore his hair determined his newfound spite. As if the pea coat was a rite of passage, a ticket to better things.
But then Breakfast Blend, Peppermint, and Earl Grey followed, sweeping locks of hair beneath the rug and buttoning four years inside their pea coats. (It
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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,
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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
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..."
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
NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 2NARUTO: OSOoC - Chapter 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
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..."
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
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 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
You're not alone in this fightKeep your head up and stand tall,You're not alone in this fight in Free Verse More Like This
cause you'd be god if you knew it all.
just be the demi-god that you are now
and all pieces will fall in place somehow.
haiku #1A calming stream flowshaiku #1 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dreaming of success in life
Lost my heartSometimes when you're young.Lost my heart in Free Verse More Like This
Having moments of such happiness.
A place so magical, nothing wrong.
It must have been Atlantis.
Where two leave their hearts,
in a haven protected.
Hand in hand, returning homewards,
eyes with love reflected.
But she didn't trust,
her heart near his.
Being affraid, not of disgust,
but of losing this bliss.
His love never ending,
but she didn't show.
This wound isn't mending
and she just let go.
He lost his heart,
to this girl so special.
Ripping his soul apart.
Luckily it wasn't fatal.
Ending this poem,
with the worst part.
Seeing another victim.
Running with her heart.
unwritten, unspoken, unsaidSilent waters run deep,unwritten, unspoken, unsaid in Free Verse More Like This
while fainting waves
carry a passionate message,
whispered by the shy wind:
Close your eyes
and you will see it
Cover your ears
and you will hear it
Shut your mouth
and you will say it
Because only your heart
can recognize the sincerity
of another heart.
2012, Benny Temmerman
LovefightPeople fall in love.Lovefight in Free Verse More Like This
people break up.
Lost it all, no gain.
joining the scene.
You feel happy,
nothing in between.
catches the eye.
Your lover says
Conquering dark thoughts.
Crashing your goal.
A vicious burn,
ripping through your soul?
another love choicemeeting that special personanother love choice in Free Verse More Like This
It will make you
like nothing can touch you.
Yet you can see the signs
that she sends out.
LEAVE ME ALONE!
but i wanna shout:
"I love you!".
Love isn't age related,
something you can't explain.
A feeling of being sated,
impossible to feel pain.
It's so hard to understand,
the way your mind toys with your heart.
Everyday wanting to hold her hand,
Still it feels like living in a world apart.
Girl, I like you, can't you see?
Why does it feel it has gone awry?
I thought i found the girl for me,
should i let my heart bleed dry?
Just another lifeBorn like most,Just another life in Free Verse More Like This
an average boy,
nothing to boast,
still alot of joy.
an age to play,
no one seems dull,
thoughts aren't grey
but very colorful.
You show me my place,
a threat with broken glass,
you'd cut my face
in front of this mass.
nerves shutting down,
starting to go insane.
Closing darkness, prepare to drown.
I close my mouth first,
then my eyes and ears.
You're definitely the worst
of all my fears.
On this theatre of life,
I'm playing mime,
closing myself from others.
Can't help myself this time.
Trusting people another day,
my heart bruised, left unspoken.
Am I afraid to say
It's already broken?
Keeping another secret,
locked in my mind.
Someone will regret
of not being kind.
These symbols I write,
can't pronounce or read.
Giving me strength to fight
and that's what I need.
life's struggleyou started a journey,life's struggle in Free Verse More Like This
with a guy you held near.
no more being lonely,
nothing left to fear.
It ended all too soon
you feel pain and regret.
your thoughts won't attune,
still trying to forget.
your heart ripped apart,
the cracks begin to show,
but it's a new start,
I'll tell you now:
Ne pleurons pas de la galère de la vie.
C'est un voyage qu'on doit entreprendre.
N'oubliez pas que vous n'êtes pas seul.
EfN: Cyril, Part 6It took them all some moments to determine exactly what had just happened. Ophelia picked twigs out of her hair and peered anxiously at their surroundings. The darkness was thick and heavy around her, obscuring all vision more than a few feet in front of her face. Dead and dying trees encircled them.EfN: Cyril, Part 6 in Fantasy More Like This
They call it the desolate forest, nothing more, and having travelled across the land and seen it with my own eyes, I concur that no other name is needed. For the creatures of the forest are hungry, and they are many, and though
I say, her recollections were interrupted, That was all a bit rum, what?
You- Bloody hundreds of bloody years of-
Ophelia shushed them both, and motioned them behind a large trunk. A high pitched, shrieking wail came to their ears, growing closer and closer and closer, joined with the rapid batting of large leathery wings. Algie moved to get a better look, but Ophelia grabbed his wrist and held it firm. Just a
EfN: Cyril, Part 4Ophelia backed up against the shelf, groping around for the key novel with her left hand, and still holding Ramblers Logs with her right.EfN: Cyril, Part 4 in Fantasy More Like This
I wouldnt do that if I were you, said Cyril conversationally. Small room. Point blank. No distractions, although the way your chest is heaving comes close.
She suppressed a retch, raising her hands in supplication. You, er, wouldnt ignite a lady, would you?
Cyril shrugged. Depends on the lady. Lets hear your argument. He subjected her face to some scrutiny. Ive definitely singed prettier.
Youre enjoying this, arent you?
Yyyup. He rolled the word in his mouth like a peppermint candy. Ophelias eyes flitted wildly about the room for inspiration, and fell on Cyrils right hand. Over the course of the pursuit, the stone had nearly reached his elbow. Disconcertingly, his sleeve had been petrifi
EfN: Cyril, Part 3T-tournament? Ophelia sputtered.EfN: Cyril, Part 3 in Fantasy More Like This
Try to keep up. Its not my fault you missed the little info session in the main hall. And pass the brandy.
But- look, this is all a bit thick, isnt it? I mean, seems the sort of thing about which we ought to have been consulted before -
Algie obliged. Er, Cyril, old bean, do you intend to drink that entire - The empty bottle rolled across the floor and clinked against the accumulated others. Silly question, really. Algie had had a wine glass in front of him for the past ten minutes. He had yet to fill it.
What, this stuff? Cats piss, but Ill take what I can get. Cyril wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Sall pretty standard stuff. All-powerful bugger wants a bit of sport and or plans to be yet more all powerful with idiotically roundabout scheme. Summons us lot, grants the winner a wish, and the rest bugger o
Algie and the Elder HandAlgie and the Elder HandAlgie and the Elder Hand in Fantasy More Like This
The weather was dank and dismal on the cold Tuesday afternoon on which Algernon Finch arrived at stately Carrington Manor. With characteristic abandon, Algie flung open the carriage door, hopped out without waiting for it to stop, and landed right in a puddle. He winced.
Algie! came a voice from the west, and the delighted figure of Ophelia Carrington came running to greet him.
Ophelia! In the blink of an eye, Algies coat was off his back and into a large patch of water under her feet. She looked down and sighed.
I wish you hadnt done that, Algie.
Ophelia, said Algie, I dont know how clear Ive made this but you happen to be the most beautiful girl my eyes have ever had the privilege of seeing -
Youve made it very clear -
And if you mean to suggest that after counting the very seconds until we next meet I could stand idly by and let
EfN: Cyril, part 5Throughout his travels, Algie had always made a point of never preparing for anything. After all, was his reasoning, what if something unexpected happened? Hed have wasted an afternoon. As he sent a stack of scroll cases flying every which way on landing and gazed at his surroundings, he could not help but feel that this philosophy had served him well. After all, nothing could possibly have prepared him for the circumstance into which he had unceremoniously fallen.EfN: Cyril, part 5 in Fantasy More Like This
The interior of the Pouch was huge, impossibly so (but that was a given), at least three times the size the ballroom had been, great towering mountains of tomes, staves, gems, robes, buckets, lanterns, ropes, vials, scrolls, amulets, jugs, masks, torches, carpets, goggles, boots, wands, rings, clocks, jugs, crystal balls, daggers, manacles, flasks, packs, gloves, bottles, and broken musical instruments stretched in all directions, lit by the glow from the Eye of Jherek and other luminous artifacts scattered acro
EfN: Cyril, Part 1Algie and the Pouch of Perpetual ParaphenaliaEfN: Cyril, Part 1 in Fantasy More Like This
Ophelia, said Algie, Im sure youre aware that the sheer warmth and bliss contained within my love for you make Hell and Heaven look like Antarctica and Purgatory, respectively -
I am, said Ophelia.
And Ive certainly mentioned that chief among your manifold virtues I hold your brilliant mind -
You have, said Ophelia.
And you know full well that in me your respect and enthusiasm for the literary arts is duplicated, and that there are few things in this world I enjoy more than a cracking good book on a warm Sunday afternoon -
I do, said Ophelia.
And possessed of all the pertinent facts as you are, Algie continued, you will readily understand that when I say what I am about to say, I will not be saying it lightly.
Why the devil do you want to look for a library at
EfN: Cyril, Part 2Were going to die, said Ophelia. Were going to go down in history as the first people to starve to death in an opulent hallway, if they ever find our bones.EfN: Cyril, Part 2 in Fantasy More Like This
Oh, dont be so glum, said Algie, leaning against a wall. Modern anthropologists are really very skilled at bone retrieval.
They had run out of ideas. They had tried continuing on, they had tried turning back, they had tried running, and they had tried walking slowly. They had even tried hopping, on the hypothesis that the lengthening might be some property of the floor. If anything, the exits were now further than ever.
What if we-
-walked in opposite directions? She finished his sentence. Algie, we couldnt. Do you have any idea of the risks?
I try to ignore risks whenever possible.
What if we tried it, and all the distance between us lengthened as well? And wed be ju
FaithFaith in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the faith of a child
complete trust in purest form
has no boundaries
SunshineYour touch is like sunshineSunshine in Free Verse More Like This
Warm and elusive
Insubstantial, yet defined
I reach and grasp, but can’t return your touch.
Peace is a lie
That is why it never stays.
Those are truth
They touch us at our lowest
They move us to act.
We say no, but we mean yes
Yearn, yet fight our desires.
Why fight the inevitable
The spiral downward
Darkness that overwhelms
Clutches at our souls as we scream.
Nightmare that never ends
The light is so far away.
Fears and tears clouding our mind
Storm of sorrow waiting to devour
Search for the light hidden behind the veil
The one that seems ever beyond reach.
Medieval WifeMedieval WifeMedieval Wife in Free Verse More Like This
You ride so boldly from me
Mounted just so on top a warhorse
This hurts me much to see
Blinding relief, falling tears of such force.
I stand atop the keep’s stone wall
Until I cannot stand anymore
Even as you stand tall
Mine heart is breaking sore.
Fields as far as the eye can see
Once was green and full of life
Now all that is left are bloody pools for me
You said goodbye that day, leaving forever a wife.
As I clean your wounds aplenty
Mesmerized by thy beauty still
Your face a mirror of many
Who left one day to fields fill.
My LoveMy LoveMy Love in Free Verse More Like This
What do you feel
When you look at me?
Does your heart pound
And you can hardly breathe?
Do I make your palms sweaty,
And your voice catch?
Is that what I make you feel?
Do I make you laugh
Until your sides ache,
And your eyes tear?
Do I bring your life cheer?
What do you see?
Do you see me for me
Or something else all together?
Do I charm you
Like no one else can,
And you only want to be with me?
Do you feel a part of my life?
Do you feel as one,
A part of my soul?
Well, that's how I feel...
dedicated to B and L
Ashes of TimeAshes of TimeAshes of Time in Free Verse More Like This
Hearts grow soft with the shield of time
Hurt not so painful while memory burns
Sparks floating in the air,
Flare briefly then disappear.
The person and touch vanishes
Ghost that might linger on.
Cynical, more so then before
No expectations to be let down anymore
Heated looks, lips that flame—
To lose those moments is a shame…
Flames die, moments grow cold
Frost in their wake of destruction—
Memories full of ashes.
Time sweeps the ashes away
Mourning, weeping for what will not stay
Even as she scrambles after it
It is out of sight.
The truth is there is no constant
Everyone who comes is a lie
They never linger by.
Change blurs into many forms
Painful to be shaped by its ruthless hand
To the point she breaks and becomes as sand
No strength to hold herself together
Her heart as lifeless as a forgotten feather
Dropped by a careless hand as he went by.
Wrought With WarWrought With WarWrought With War in Free Verse More Like This
Brave brother betrayed by blades
Someone see some sidetrack straightaway
Silver-gray sword, snakes similarly slay
During daybreak, dead do decay…
Mourning men make many mistakes.
Tried to take the time
Changed conditions caused complex cracks
So sad seasons shade sanity
Age assuages an ache, anger…
Which women wake with war.
Forsaken flag faded, filthy foe
Did display, dismayed damsels dreaded
Winters which would weather worries
Resurrecting rage ranking renewed ranges…
The tides tatter their tolerance.
Gateways gained, great gales gather
Working with waging war within
Sailboats sink, same swords slay
Beloved brothers’ blades bring battles…
As angered angels avenge aches.
Sadness sears some strained souls
Raging rains rinse rotting remains
Lands locked, letting little life
Fair faces fade, forever forgotten…
Battlefields, blades, blackened by bloodstains.