Hallucinating about Joy C.2Chapter 2. "The silence, the terror "Hallucinating about Joy C.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silence drew everything around, tenderly in a charcoal bliss, hard to wake up from it.
The night was almost over. Fragile sun rays were bathing the coarse sky and the clouds seemed to feel tired in their own cloak.
Mysteriously, the eyes seemed to have appeared in the tormenting decor, like spies of the night. Their intense color whisper their own story...a story about how they were born in a dreamy space, where reality looked different, with a new shape, with a palette of colors which can speak music notes around their irises.
Like two eclipses painted with earth's dearest color, the eyes stared at night's spectacle every time it appeared
It's curious It's so curious how their inner sparkle remind of the same lights from the Milky Way.
Those eyes belonged to a little girl, who was laying near a small, old looking bed, rusty at sight. She was hugging a plush bear toy, really tight to her chest.
With her kn
Lullaby for an illusionWhen you'll feel the cold wings of the airLullaby for an illusion in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Caressing joyful dew drops on your hair
When your sight will get free...
In a wild blink of rebelious glee...
In a time of unreal memories, you'll see
The places our surreal worlds have built
Mountains, lakes, trees
Shrouded by a sweet, divine wind.
When your heart will see
Birds flying freely, endlessly...
Decomposed on the sunset's hue
Then you'll know and feel
My hands longing to reach you
The whispers of a pure truth:
"My blue torment of my youth...
In silence, memories and distance,
Upon the ceiling of my imagination,
I'll always be with you"
A riddle, a meaningI. Curiosity...A riddle, a meaning in Free Verse More Like This
A wondering riddle.
It's what I've tasted from your lips.
There's the mystical answer,
The torture of your spell.
A long way to guess.
I hide a black dusted
Your heart was beating
Out of your chest.
Were its heavy signs -
Louder than on a day
Of Saint Valentine's.
All the waiting,
Your endless disease,
Was finally ending
Slowly and blurry.
The flaming blush upon your cheeks
Was feeling its own, well deserved glory.
You rushed and opened it,
With the permission from my eyes.
I was looking into your eyes-
Deep into your blue storms -
And all I could read
Was only illness consuming you inside
Along with a childish bliss.
After all of this,
You kept pulling the trigger
Rubbing your trembling fingers
And turned the tide.
The clock killed its seconds...
I could hear their scream.
I've never seen such apathy
Drawn upon your face
Beneath a smile felt in disgrace
Of any other ancient
GravityGravity...Gravity in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Has the guilt of my everything.
Forbiding the only chance to be free,
Chaining my thoughts to the ground.
Hysterical laughs on charcoal leaves flew around,
Disturbing serene sadness of my glee.
Awaken worlds in life's little things
Forsake my tender thoughts to the nothingness wings
Dissipating with velocity
In the hands of Gravity.
It's like an occult religion
With all its strange ways.
Devouring miscellanous levitating dreams
Spreading mercyless comtempt to the ones on the banned brims -
The ones who dared to fly on the Sun's sacred rays.
Gravity is the vermillion
Murderer of all the ancient hopes fallen in the
Slush of eternity.
I've been cursed forever
With the evanescent living...
I've been forbided to say "never";
But my words flew anxiously away...through the ceiling
What are the chances 6What are the chances 6 in Short Stories More Like This
A week later Dean and Sam head to Bobby's Sam worried they still haven't told the old hunter about Sam changing gender over night and that she is now pregnant and engaged to Gabriel, Dean was less than impressed but had no choice but to go along with it, "Come on you got to tell me, how different is it?"
"Look I want to know just encase I'm getting it wrong here."
"Dean you are sleeping with Castiel he is not likely to let you sleep with woman again."
"So this is why you have to tell me." Sam looked at Dean and frowned
"You really want to know what it's like being a chick." Sam say
"Yeah." A smile appears on Sam's face
"Alright Dean I will tell you but you will have try it out for a month." Sam said
"What are you mad, no?"
"Then you will never know." Sam smiled moving the chair set back a little and closing her eyes her hands rested on her bump, in the back on Sam's mind she was talking to Gabriel who was scream 'HA FINALLY YES I GET TO TOLD
What are the chances 8What are the chances 8 in Short Stories More Like This
Sam sat up in bed her hand rubbed her bump and winced at the shooting pain in her stomach, she sits there for a few moments trying to clear her head, when a another jolt of pain hit her "Fuck." She said as she placed her hand down and felt the sheets were wet beneath her "Fuck!" she cried out, turning over to Gabriel who look like he was a sleep lay next to her "Gabriel you feathers for brains you better wake up or other wises I will rip your wings off, my waters just broke." Gabriel bolted up right and blinked at her
"NO OF COURSE NOT I WAS DREAMING IT!" she screeched
What are the chances 5What are the chances 5 in Short Stories More Like This
Three months later
"MOTHER FUCKER GABE!" Sam screamed as she sat in the bathroom, after another week of being sick and her noticed her stomach had stretched, Sam put two and two together and went out and got 5 different pregnancy's tests and without telling Dean (because him and Castiel are too damn busy screwing each other in the back of the impala in fields and in other motel rooms) she tried them all and all said the same thing she was pregnant "GABRIEL GET YOUR FEATHERY ASS DOWN HERE NOW!" she screamed not caring she could wake up the sleep occupants next door, a small breeze and Sam knew Gabriel was in the next room, "Get in here." Sam said through grated teeth.
The candy loving angel walked in view standing in the door way with a lolly in his mouth, "Yeah did I forget to say there was like 99% possibly that when we mated that you could get pregnant especially with the extra Grace." He said "Lolly!" he smiled holding one out for Sam,
Pheromones pt4Pheromones pt4 in Short Stories More Like This
At 5 months Stiles sat in his kitchen looking down at his bump, today the whole pack are going shopping for baby stuff for the new built Hale house, his dad wanted into the room and looked at him "You okay?"
"Umm yeah find hunky dory." He said with a smile
"Hunky dory? Okay what's up?" he asked pouring himself a coffee
"Gerard he made some threats yesterday against me and the others how are pregnant with wolf cubs." He said frowning even deeper than before his hand rested on the bump rubbing back and forth
"He did what? Was anyone else was there to hear him?" he asked, Stiles could see his father thinking about killing the old man,
"Danny was there." He shrugged
"I will have a word with him and then deal with Gerard you should have to worry about that old git, have fun shopping today, I got to be going someone keeps stealing raw beef from the shops." He said shaking his head, Stiles bite his lip knowing who had has been taking the raw beef and he thinks his dad knows he kno
Pheromones pt3Pheromones pt3 in Short Stories More Like This
The sheriff landed a punch knocking Derek back slightly "Dad!" Stiles cried out from the hospital bed, his dad just found out his son was pregnant not just with one baby but twins and they had to explain it was Derek who was the father of those babies; needless to say the second he put two and two together he punched the alpha wolf, then again he punched his harder, The Sheriff could feel the bones in his hand brake and crumple as it made contact with Derek's jaw, he hissed him pain and held his hand "I should fucking kill you, you basted." He was beyond mad and Stiles was worried he would start shooting someone
"DAD!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, the older man turned around and looked at him, all his madness melted away as he was the worry in his son's eye " Stop please he didn't mean to attack me." He said
"What do you mean he didn't mean to attack you?" His dad asked
"I It's the water at the game was drugged that is why half the school is pregnant,
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
Late Night Texts 1D: Sam?Late Night Texts 1 in Short Stories More Like This
S: Dude, I was sleeping.
D: Sam, I'm worried.
S: About what? It's two in the morning. Did you piss yourself or something?
D: I know it's two, but you don't have to be an ass.
S: Oh I'm sorry, next time you text me and wake me up I'll be fucking chipper.
D: I don't know what that means, but I'll kick your ass for it tomorrow.
D: I'm seriously worried, Sam.
S: All right, fine. I'll bite. Why are you worried?
S: is there more, or is that all I get?
D: Well, normally Cas comes when I call him. But he hasn't come at all.
S: Why the hell are you calling him at two?
D: .would you believe friendly conversation?
S: I wouldn't- Gabe.
D: Why did you sign that Gabe, Sam?
D: Sam .
D: Sam, tell me you don't have Gabriel in your bed.
S: All right. I don't have Gabriel in my bed.
D: You're lying to me, aren't you?
S: You're the one who's calling Castiel. Gabe
D: If he texts me one more time I'm going to light his ass
Late Night Texts 3D: RISIN' UP! BACK ON THE STREETS!Late Night Texts 3 in Short Stories More Like This
S: Dude, go to sleep. It's three in the morning.
D: DID MY TIME, TOOK MY CHANCES!
S: Seriously, dude. Sleep.
D: WENT THE DISTANCE NOW I'M BACK ON MY FEET.
S: If I text the lyrics back to you will you go to sleep?
D: JUST A MAN AND HIS WILL TO SURVIVE.
S: Seriously, dude you need a life.
D: SO MANY TIMES, IT HAPPENS SO FAST.
S: Why the fuck are you yelling at me through a text message?
D: YOU TRADE YOUR PASSION FOR GLORY!
S: I can't believe I'm doing this.
S: Don't lose your grip, on the dreams of the past.
D: YOU MUST FIGHT JUST TO KEEP THEM ALIVE.
S: There, I texted a lyric back, are you happy?
D: IT'S THE EYE OF THE TIGER!
S: Of course.
S: Stop text singing and go to sleep, Dean. Gabe
D: IT'S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT!
S: Your brother has a more useful purpose than to text you song lyrics. Gabe
D: And what would that be?
S: Me. Gabe
D: What about you?
S: He does me now. Gabe
D: Fuck you.
Late Night Texts 2D: I feel manly.Late Night Texts 2 in Short Stories More Like This
S: Not again.
D: I feel really manly.
S: Last time you felt really manly I ended up with a broken nose.
D: Because you aren't manly.
S: You're seriously going to go through this again?
D: I'm manly, Sam. I don't go through anything.
D: I barrel through it at high force.
D: Quiet, Sam! My manly senses are tingling.
S: Dude, you're texting me. You can't actually hear this.
D: STFU. You're feminism is screwing with my manliness.
S: FWD: (audio message enclosed)- with love, Castiel
S: And how does that make Your Manliness feel?
D: Like someone else was screwing with my manliness. I emerged from that battle victorious, just as I shall emerge from this one.
S: Battle?...Dean, what the hell are you doing?
D: Being manly.
S: Dean, stop it. Seriously, what are you doing?
D: I'm being manly, Sam. Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?
S: If you don't answer me, I'm going to set that clip as Bobby's ringtone. Bet he'd love that.
D: FWD: (pic
Late Night Texts 4D: I miss you.Late Night Texts 4 in Short Stories More Like This
C: I left you less than twenty-four hours ago.
D: That doesn't make me miss you any less.
C: What do you wish me to say?
D: An "I miss you too, Dean" would be nice. Although I'll settle for an "I love you."
C: I love you.
D:Yeah, you better.
C: I thought when one says "I love you" it is customary to respond with "I love you too."
D: You just want me to say I love you.
C: And you wanted me to say that I miss you.
D: But you do miss me.
C: And you do love me.
D: Yeah, I do.
C: Can I make an inquiry?
D: That terrifies me, but yeah, shoot.
C: Why do you love me?
D: Whoa, what?
C: You are not blind, Dean, and as you are the only person I am texting I know you received my message.
D: I just want to make sure I read it right.
C: Despite your lack of a college degree, you are a very intelligent man. I find it very likely that you were able to correctly read it.
D: Are you this douchey naturally, or does it take practice?
C: Just answer my question, Dean.
D: I can't ex
The PaintingWhy did the Doctor agree to pose for the painting at the beginning of The Impossible Astronaut, and how did he end up under the woman's skirts?The Painting in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Doctor sneezed.
"Please don't move, Doctor. I'm painting your leg," said the lady at the easel.
"Sorry, Anne." The Doctor straightened up and wiped his hand on the red drapery around his hips. He took a firmer grip on the trident and posed, hand on hip. "How's this?"
"Thank you." She dabbed away for a bit longer. "I must say, It's very kind of you to pose for me."
"Oh, no problem," he waved airily, then grabbed hastily for his falling drapery. "Besides, in the future, a good friend of mine will just love your painting," he grinned reminiscently.
Anne smiled at the besotted look on his face.
"A lady friend?" she asked, mixing more pink into her fleshtones.
"Well," he scratched his cheek, then dropped his hand when he saw her eyes flicker downward. "Certainly a female friend."
She nodded. She'd suspected as much when she'd painted the
Sonic It!The sonic screwdriver can open anything. Almost.Sonic It! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She could hear the clack of huge claws, hear the scrape of massive chitinous plates against the corridor walls as the monster squeezed around the corner behind her. The Doctor sprinted ahead of her, the sonic screwdriver held out before him as they barrelled down the corridor to the door.
Donna looked back over her shoulder, dread gripped her insides as the lights behind popped, crushed by the giant size of the monster inexorably squeezing its way toward them. She slammed to an abrupt halt and bounced back, briefly squashing the Doctor between her and the unopened door.
He kept yanking at the door knob, jiggering at the keyhole with a paperclip.
"Hurry up!" she yelled. "Sonic it!"
"Then what's the problem?"
"It wasn't locked."
The StairwellEverybody worried about Amy losing her baby. Sometimes people forget Rory lost his baby as well.The Stairwell in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"How are you doing, Rory?" the Doctor asked. He'd found the young father sitting in a stairwell in a remote part of the Tardis.
Amy was busy fixing sandwiches for lunch. It had been three days since they'd left River with the Sisters of the Infinite Schism, and gradually things were getting back to normal.
Except things weren't normal.
Rory was hunched up on the stairs, sitting crossways, he was smoothing something over and over and over on his knee. He didn't look up. The Doctor sat down beside him. He saw what the boy was holding was the prayer leaf from River's cradle.
Rory looked up, his face was wet and red, his eyes puffy. He glared at the Doctor with very old eyes. "I'm never going to see her again."
"Oh, she'll come looking for us," the Doctor waved airily, knowing full well that's not what he meant.
"Not River," Rory said with that mile-deep calm. "My baby." A single tear tr
Zabiore WasZabiore Was in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Zabiorę Was właśnie tam, gdzie Coli słodki smak
Zabiorę Was właśnie tam, gdzie Hamburger dla nas wschodzi
Zabiorę Was właśnie tam, gdzie wolniej płynie czas
Zabiorę Was właśnie tam, gdzie zdrowiu* nic nie grozi
dość mam już głodnych dni
i kolacji których nie było
między nami jest sos nie zaprzeczaj mi
tyle mogę Wam dać
solą życia jest wódki smak
boisz się wielkich słów to nie wstyd*
Zabiorę Was właśnie tam, gdzie Coli słodki smak
Zabiorę Was właśnie tam, gdzie Hamburger dla nas wschodzi
Zabiorę Was właśnie tam, gdzie wolniej płynie czas
Zabiorę Was właśnie tam, gdzie zdrowiu nic nie grozi
czekam na jeden gest
wódka moją siłą jest
jestem pewien że wciąż
dzień przemija za dniem
znów nam kilogramów u
Alfred i IvanAlfred i Ivan in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ivan i Alfred w jednym spali łożu
Ivan na górze, a Alfred na dole
Alfred, spokojny, nie wadził nikomu, mając gier od gromu
Ivan najdziksze wymyślał swawole.
Ciągle planował w swoim pokoju:
To Prusak, to Honda - między mapy, kraje
Gonił, niszczył, rozwalał stołki
Gwałcił i bił, jęczał do znoju
Znosił to Alfred, nareszcie nie może
Schodzi do Ivcia i prosi w pokorze:
- Zmiłuj się waćpan, pracuj ciszej nieco,
Bo od Twej aury szyby z okien lecą.
A na to Ivan: - A więc chodź, Fredziku
Do mojego domku.
Cóż byle mówić? Alfred nie pisnął,
Wrócił do siebie i czapkę nacisnął.
Nazajutrz Ivan jeszcze smacznie chrapie,
A tu z powały coś mu na nos kapie.
Zerwał się z łóżka i pędzi na górę.
Stuk! Puk! - Uchylone. Spogląda przez szparę
I widzi... Có
Mika Allen: My StoryMy name is Mika Allen and I'm a mechanic on the ship Remnants. Never thought I'd get an opportunity to go up in a ship like her. Then again, I never thought I'd find myself working on a delivery ship catering to high security alliance.Mika Allen: My Story in Short Stories More Like This
Hell no! I grew up on a border moon, not much more than desert it was. A few small villages here or there scattering a nearly barren landscape. Though now I've seen that most of the terra-formed moons look that way. Still it was home.
My life had always felt a quiet one, living in my father's home with my seven brothers. They were all older than me, my brother's, and it definitely made my childhood colorful. I don't regret any of it though. They all taught me how to fight and how to stay a 'big tough b***h,' to quote my eldest brother. Not that I really think of myself as said b***h, but I suppose the education had come in handy a time or two when local boys tried to stick their hands in places they certainly didn't belong.
Anyway, my brother's and
Remnants SongRemnants SongRemnants Song in Short Stories More Like This
With the sky above me
And the ground below
I sail into the stars I call home
As my sins
Are laid to rest
Six feet under
Say good bye
For with this gun I strap to my side
I will protect this ship of mine
Rise united hand and hand
Fight for freedom
We make our stand
Deliver us from bondage
Liberate this verse
Grant us peace and serenity
For on my body
And in my mind
I bare the scars
Of time gone by
As I lay my head
Down to rest
With those left behind
All the chains in my life
Let them just fall way
And be consumed with freedom
What happens at ChristmasWhile, as a rule, Heaven does not celebrate any Earth holidays or even follow any existing Earth calendar, it does gather all of its inhabitants namely, angels together approximately once a year to celebrate the day the Creator's Son was born on Earth. This period in time (Heaven does not have days or nights) is full of song and dance (insofar as angels can dance) and, always the highlight of the party, a play commemorating and recreating the Annunciation.What happens at Christmas in Fantasy More Like This
(The first play the angels ever attempted was, in fact, the Nativity scene they had seen humans do, but since Christ put his foot down after seeing himself be born with all of the traditional mess that generally accompanies human births, they just pretended that one had never existed. For His sake.)
Heaven's play for the Annunciation is, unlike any human play on the same subject, accurate, much to the dismay of the original participants. It goes something like this:
"Behold, daughter, for you are conceived."
"But I've n
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"Sam? I found out who it was that found the body - it wasn't the cops, it was the daughter - whaddya say we head over there after some food?"
There is no answer behind the partition that blocks the door from the rest of the room. Dean, who has been hanging up his leather jacket on the thoughtfully-provided hooks just inside the door, feels his hackles go up immediately.
Dean slides his gun out from its place in his jeans, snug against the small of his back. The metal is warm; he takes off the safety, cocks the gun with barely a thought. There is nothing in his head except Sammy - always Sammy; Little Brother; Responsibility. The Only Person Alive Who Loves Dean. And if he's not answering when Dean calls
He peers around the partition.
Sam is sleeping at the desk in the corner, some website or other up on his laptop. Dean relaxes and stows his gun away, then goes to where Sam is, leans over his shoulder. Sam's head is pillowed on his arms, mouth slightly open, and Dea