Mobius Rising Chapter 86Knuckles arrives at his quarters just as Shadow was getting settled in once more. The dark furred hedgehog looks up as Knuckles enters the room. Knuckles could see by the look on Shadow's face that Rouge's words had cut him deeply... whether Shadow would admit it to it or not was another matter. As Knuckles closes the door behind him, Espio walks over.Mobius Rising Chapter 86 in Short Stories More Like This
"Um... I'm going to go check on how Bunnie's doing. You think you can handle it here?" Espio asks.
Knuckles nods, "Yeah we'll be fine. Just keep me updated on what's going on."
"You got it." Espio says and leaves the room.
Knuckles walks over to where Shadow was seated and sits in the chair next to Shadow's makeshift bed, "So... how long have you been awake?"
"Not too long. You shouldn't be cross with Espio... he really didn't know I could hear him on the phone with Vector." Shadow says calmly.
"Well it's not like we would have been able to keep Moonshade a secr
Mobius Rising Chapter 83Rouge was livid upon learning of Sonic's intentions to bring Wraith inside the Freedom Fighter's headquarters. Even with Knuckles in the room, she could not contain her anger.Mobius Rising Chapter 83 in Short Stories More Like This
"First we bring Moonshade into the fortress... now this?! Have you all gone mad?! What if that freak of nature is faking being hurt?! I say we just leave both Wraith and Moonshade out there permanently!" Rouge screams.
Amy nods, "I think Rouge has a point... Wraith is a lot scarier than Moonshade... and if he is faking... we're all dead. I thought you said if it exploded it would vaporize him immediately."
Bunnie sighs, "I said I thought it would... but Wraith and Moonshade are not exactly your run of the mill test subjects... Wraith is stronger than I imagined." She looks at Rouge, "But I assure you that he's no threat to us anymore. His powers have been totally neutralized. He's probably not going to be able to walk... much less go sli
Mobius Rising Chapter 65Moonshade slowly opens her eyes and finds herself in a strange place. She was in a strange room with white walls and white furniture that had been bolted to the floor. The bed she was lying on was also white with matching white sheets. Horrified at her surroundings, Moonshade quickly jumps out of the bed and sees to her distress that she had been stripped while she slept and was now clad in a simple white bodysuit instead of her overly revealing red one. Her hover skates were also gone. In a panic, Moonshade checks to see if her power rings were still on her body and is distraught to find that they too had been taken. Moonshade curses to herself as she tries to remember what had happened before she blacked out.Mobius Rising Chapter 65 in Short Stories More Like This
"Good morning sleepy-head," An all too familiar voice calls out.
Moonshade turns with a snarl and her eyes glow red as she sees Sonic standing just out of her range, "You! What have you done to me!? Whe
Mobius Rising Chapter 64onic folds his arms as he awaited the hovercraft's arrival. Cream had not left his side since her rescue and was clinging to his leg so tightly that she was beginning to cut off the circulation to his foot. It took all of the control that Sonic could muster to keep from shaking the tiny rabbit off of his leg. He could tell that she was just using him as a substitute for her pet Chao, Cheese. Sonic wondered how she managed to keep from popping the poor creatures head off if she hugged him as tightly as she was hugging his leg now.Mobius Rising Chapter 64 in Short Stories More Like This
Sonic turns to Knuckles who was still standing guard over Moonshade's body, "She still out cold?"
"Pretty much. What if she starts to wake up before the hovercraft gets here? I don't think she'll take another hit from that weird gun of hers." Knuckles says.
"Yeah I know. I just wish Bunnie would hurry up. I don't like being out in the open like this. C
Mobius Rising Chapter 55Moonshade quickly answers her communicator when she hears it beep. She knew it was Dr. Robotnik checking on her progress with finding the Freedom Fighter's fortress.Mobius Rising Chapter 55 in Short Stories More Like This
"You haven't checked in with me in a half hour, Moonshade. I hope that means that you've made some progress since the last time we spoke." Dr. Robotnik growls.
"Actually we've managed to locate the Freedom Fighter's fortress. We're in the process of trying to gain entry right now. I would have contacted you... but it seems that they have a very good defense shield up and I didn't want to bother you until we forced them to lower it." Moonshade Says.
"Oh good! I'm very proud of you Moonshade!" Dr. Robotnik says cheerfully. The anger had completely fled his voice and it was almost pleasant now, "So... what kind of defense shield is it? Perhaps I can be of some assistance in disabling it."
"That won't be necessary, my
Mobius Rising Chapter 46Knuckles had given up on forcing Shadow to lay down. The stubborn dark hedgehog had finally forced himself into a sitting position and had refused to lay back down. Shadow sat in the middle of the bed with his oxygen mask to his face watching Knuckles carefully. Over the last hour, Shadow's condition had seemed to be improving at an astounding rate. It appeared that now that he was awake that he was absorbing the Chaos Energy from the Master Emerald at a faster rate. He was still in pain and quite weak, but his fur had taken on a healthy sheen and it was clear that he was feeling somewhat better.Mobius Rising Chapter 46 in Short Stories More Like This
Shadow removes the oxygen mask from his face and clears his throat, "So you're telling me that I'm... friends with Sonic? How is that possible?"
"I wouldn't say friends... but you two have called a truce." Knuckles says.
"It is unthinkable that I would call a truce with that creature. Even if it was to take down as gr
Mobius Rising Chapter 42It took Bunnie some time to locate Sonic to tell him the news about Shadow. It would seem that since confessing that he didn't mind if Amy became more than a freind, the blue blur had returned to his old habits of staying as far out of Amy's reach as possible. Bunnie completely understood... Amy could be a bit scary at times with her affection for Sonic. As Bunnie heads down yet another hallway calling Sonic's name, she hears the sound of Sonic approaching her. She stops walking and turns to face Sonic as he skids to a halt.Mobius Rising Chapter 42 in Short Stories More Like This
"You rang, Bunnie?" Sonic asked.
"I'm gonna have to give you a communicator or something so that when I need to call you I can just buzz you... this yelling is getting a bit old, Sugah." Bunnie says and puts her hands on her hips, "I've been looking for you for an hour... where the heck have you been?"
"Here and there. You know how it is. So what's up?"
Mobius Rising Chapter 19Sonic was a blue blur as he tore around and around the infirmary searching for tools to try to stabilize Shadow long enough for Bunnie to get there. He had already placed an oxygen mask on Shadow in the hopes that the pure oxygen might encourage his former rival to breathe but after that didn't seem to work, Sonic began to race around for something to try to stop the massive hemorrhaging that was happening all over Shadow's body. Like most of the Freedom Fighters, Sonic only had basic medical training so the majority of Shadow's injuries were way out of his league to even attempt to treat. Bunnie Rabbot and Tails were the only two who knew how to do more than put a band-aid on wounds.Mobius Rising Chapter 19 in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on, Come on! There has to be something here that can help!" Sonic continued to zip from one side of the infirmary to the other as he dug through all of the medical supplies.
Just as Sonic uncovered a huge roll of gauze, the door to
Mobius Rising Chapter 18Amy was startled by the sound of the door to her room flying open and then being slammed shut. The dainty pink hedgehog peers out of her bedroom and is horrified to see Rouge sitting on the floor completely drenched in what looked like ink. Amy cautiously approaches Rouge as she sits on the floor with her face in her equally ink-stained hands.Mobius Rising Chapter 18 in Short Stories More Like This
"Rouge... is everything okay?" Amy asks innocently, "Knuckles said you ran off... with Shadow..."
"He's dead!" Rouge blurts out, "Shadow is dead and it's my fault!"
Amy is speechless. Her tiny coffee cup that she was holding drops from her hand and smashes on the floor.
Sonic almost plows into Bunnie Rabbot and Espio as he speeds down the hallway towards the dining room. He manages at the last moment to skid to a halt before he turned Espio into a pink streak on the floor. Sonic saw the anguished expression on Bunnie's face and knew that something horrible had happened, "Bunnie... what'
Mobius Rising Chapter 89Rouge flops down face first on her bed. All of the guilt over the events of the last few weeks was starting to become too much for her to bear. Every time she thought that she was beginning to feel a little less guilty for something she had said or done... she would end up doing something equally bad once more. She kept replaying the look of hurt that had crossed Shadow's face when she blurted out her true feelings about their clones. She had been so stupid... if only she had thought more about her words before she had spoken.Mobius Rising Chapter 89 in Short Stories More Like This
It was clear from Shadow's expression and his abrupt exit from the control room that Shadow wasn't as displeased with having hybrid clones as she was. At least that was how she saw it. But the more she thought about it she began to think that perhaps he had been more offended because she had inadvertantly insulted his genetic background with her slurs about the clones.
Rouge rolls onto her back wit
ChaosChaos in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the Queen of chaos
frays, rents, rips, eliminates
a complex decay
TriumphTriumph in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
triumph for the King
His truth will be acknowledged
all shall be revealed
why does it have to be hard?it's kind of hardwhy does it have to be hard? in Free Verse More Like This
to be good all the time
to be this person
that everybody loves
that everybody looks up to
that everybody can be
happy to be with
but who else is gonna do it?
who else is going to be
this person that
that everybody looks up to
that everybody can be
happy to be with
i never wanted to be it
it's not fair
and life isn't fair
and the world isn't fair
but we have to live with that
and it's also kind of hard
to still believe in God
or in anything, for that matter
to be watching over us
they would let wars rage
and families get torn apart
and what kind of angel is that?
what kind of God is that?
hellHell is justhell in Free Verse More Like This
for the winding road
that sits before us
and heaven is just
around that corner
if you're strong enough
to take another step.
Collateral DamageIf I must fightCollateral Damage in Free Verse More Like This
to win your heart
then I will not
because wars have casualties
and it might as well
be me and only me.
gamesIf all the wars aregames in Free Verse More Like This
fought in my mind,
your eyes are
the only refuge I find.
And oh, I am not afraid
to die here,
but I'll be damned if I go on
by the firelight
for too long.
The world is changing,
wars are raging,
and I've found something
better to do
than singing useless songs
and drinking mead
better off for the skeletons.
What's easy and what's notIf you want me to stop,What's easy and what's not in Free Verse More Like This
it's easier to tell me
than to make me count
how many months I've been trying.
NothingnessWhen the world is dark,Nothingness in Free Verse More Like This
And no light to be found,
I will lie down and
curl up on the ground.
you're gonna rattle the starsThe crows keep telling meyou're gonna rattle the stars in Free Verse More Like This
who I should be,
what I should say,
where I should go,
how I should feel.
But I block out their noise,
put grass in my ears;
because I know that
though they want me to change,
they will always
stay the same.
DancingIt's a dance, really,Dancing in Free Verse More Like This
where I take a step forward
and you take a step back.
The act of drowningThe water slowly drowns meThe act of drowning in Free Verse More Like This
like vines up a stalk
and I swallow no air
as bubbles fill my lungs.
Last HopeBehind this heart of mineLast Hope in Free Verse More Like This
is a soul that's stopped beating
I've been breathing again
since that bite of '09,
but with every crow that comes near,
the ice thins.
And my feet are heavy,
my hands are shaking,
and my heart is like stone.
But with every beat,
there is a spark.
It's just a spark,
and it's kept me going
for all these years.
Has warmed the icy blood
that has never stopped
running through these veins.
And the burn in these wounds
don't hurt more than they ever have,
but I'm not scared to feel the pain
And that's the hope I have,
the only thing that's keeping
Deadbolts Ch. 7Deadbolts Ch. 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jade's mind was in a whirl as she walked away from Casey's room. She'd dealt with patients before--everyone in the Sublevel had. Medical training was a requirement. But she couldn't understand why she felt tingly from the way he looked at her. She couldn't understand why she'd gotten a thrill from running her hands over his toned torso.
And she hated it.
She hated the feeling she got when he looked at her with those eyes. Those large, honest brown eyes... Jade growled in irritation and stopped to kick the steel wall with the toe of her combat boot, sending a faint ringing echoing down the hall. She hated his eyes. She hated him. And most of all, she hated that he made her feel like opening up. Nobody--besides Revis--had ever made her feel that way before. When they'd been talking, she found herself wanting to tell him more, to get to know him better. That meant she was becoming attached. And becoming attached meant becoming vulnerable. And being vulnerable meant being wea
Deadbolts Ch. 13Deadbolts Ch. 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The quiet whisper startled her. She looked up from the pistol she was cleaning and was met by the sight of Casey's soft brown eyes looking at her. She gave him a gentle smile. "Morning, sunshine."
He groaned and lifted a hand to rub his eyes. "What happened?"
"You passed out during the lock test."
"Oh right. Was that supposed to happen?"
"No. I guess it was because of your head injury."
His brow wrinkled in confusion. "But I thought Revis said I was okay."
"Yeah, well, I guess side effects were unavoidable anyway."
He closed his eyes again. "Do you have any idea how long they'll last? My head kills."
"Sorry. No," she answered apologetically. "But I've got good news."
His eyes opened to gaze at her again. Jade struggled to look anywhere but at them. She enjoyed staring at his eyes but was trying to convince herself she didn't. Every second she spent with him, she felt herself liking him more and more. And no matter how hard she tried to deny it, the feeling
Deadbolts Ch. 17Deadbolts Ch. 17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Casey laid awake that night, thinking about what Faze had said. And about Jade. The conversation in the hallway had sent him into spiral of emotions and he didn't know what to think.
Jade had never mentioned Faze, but he couldn't believe they'd ever been a couple. But there did seem to be a lot she was hiding. He felt guilty when he realized he was curious about what it could be. How did Faze know what she looked like underneath her hair? Had she shown him?
The thought caused jealousy to start boiling up inside him. Why would she tell Faze and not him? Maybe he was just overreacting. There could be a multitude of reasons to explain it. He couldn't jump to conclusionsat least not until he got some answers. Now he was really going to have to fight the urge to ask her about it. She would probably get mad if he did. But what could possibly be so wrong with her that she would want to hide it? He knew it was Jade's business and it wasn't his place to go poking around
Deadbolts Ch. 11Deadbolts Ch. 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The test was forgotten. As soon as she got Casey back to his room, Jade went straight to the confinement wing like Revis told her, even though she was supposed to go back to the training facility. Suddenly the examination didn't seem nearly as important.
"Revis?" she called as she jogged down the hall toward the cells. "Revis!"
"Over here," he answered, stepping out from a doorway.
A loud crashing noise came from inside the room, like a chair had been thrown.
Jade walked up to him. "Revis, what's going on? What's going on in there?"
She made to go through the door, but Revis barred it with his arm. "Wait, Jade. Don't go in."
"Wait? Why'd you tell me to come down here if I can't go in?"
He glanced over his shoulder into the room as another crash sounded, louder and harder this time. "Just hold on. Tamm and Jarrin are getting her restrained."
"Restrained?" She tried to peer over Revis's shoulder. "Why does she need to be restrained?"
"She's ah " He looked
Deadbolts Ch. 1Deadbolts Ch. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wait up, Lance!"
The tall, dark figure ahead turned around and sighed. "I swear, if you slow me down any more I'll leave you behind."
"It's not my fault you walk so fast," the younger boy grumbled as he trudged up the scruffy hill behind his brother.
The moon was full and bright overhead and cast black shadows behind the short tufts of grass able to grow out of the parched soil. The entire sky stretched out over Casey's head like a dark blanket that went on forever and ever, that he would eventually suffocate under. He lowered his head and pushed his tired muscles up the hillside.
"You need to learn to be faster," Lance scolded. "We'll never make it if you're always lagging behind."
Casey rolled his eyes. Lance was so bossy. He always thought he knew best just because he was three years older. Maybe when Casey turned twenty, Lance would finally listen to him. Although, he didn't know if he wanted to get that old. He'd rather die than reach the age of viability.
Deadbolts Ch. 2Deadbolts Ch. 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lance was out of his sleeping bag in an instant. They scooped up their things and fled toward the cliff.
The older boy cursed. "I knew we shouldn't be out in the open like this!"
"Then why didn't you say anything?" Casey puffed behind him.
"I just I didn't think they'd actually " He abandoned his sentence and focused on running. Suddenly he skidded to a halt. "Change of plans. We're crossing the river tonight."
"What?" Surely Casey hadn't heard him right.
"We've got to. They won't come after us down there."
Casey broke out in a nervous sweat. "Are you sure we can?"
"Doesn't matter if we can," Lance answered, his sharp eyes searching the cliffside. "We don't have a choice."
Casey watched as he stripped off his backpack and jacket and tossed them over the side of the gorge. They landed on a pile of rocks far below. Then, without hesitating, he lowered himself onto the ledge and disappeared beneath it. Casey came to stand on the very edge, the river surging and churn
Deadbolts Ch. 3Deadbolts Ch. 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Light. That was the first thing he noticed. A warm, soft yellow light, muted behind his eyelids. He wanted to open them, but he was too weak and they felt swollen shut. He didn't know where he was, or what was happening. His mind floated in a cloud of haze and fog, and he couldn't make it work.
There were soundsfaraway, muffled sounds. The sensation of being shaken gently. After a few seconds, he realized the sounds were voices. He could hardly make them out.
"Do you think he's a Deadbolt?" somebody said. It sounded so muted, the person must've been talking into a wad of fabric or something. He could only just make out the words.
Casey realized his senses were slowly beginning to work. The world was starting to creep its way back into his consciousness. He noticed his thirst. His tongue felt like a dry wad of cotton inside a mouth made of sandpaper. The second thing he noticed was an ungodly pain in his head. It thumped inside his brain like a hammera throbbin
Deadbolts Ch. 6Deadbolts Ch. 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her test was scheduled for tomorrow. The officers looked at her like she was out of her mind when she'd shown up and requested to transfer squads. Why would she have such a notion, when she was so good with a gun? Jade laughed inwardly and muttered something about wanting to be good about other things too. Then she'd knocked around a training dummy for a few minutes before they said she could come back and have a proper testing the next day.
She exited the room and walked down the hall, carrying herself with her usual pride and confidence. Maybe she would make the Elite squad after all.
"Jade!" She turned. Revis was jogging down the hall toward her. "We're going to talk to Casey now. You coming?"
Jade subconsciously glanced down at her jumpsuit. "Now?"
"Yeah. What's wrong? You busy or something?"
She squared her shoulders. "No, it's just...I was going to change."
Revis rolled his eyes. "You look fine." He nodded behind him. "Come on."
With a huff Jade followed him as he wal
Deadbolts Ch. 9Deadbolts Ch. 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This was the story:
Lance must've been in some kind of cell. He thought it was safest to continue pretending to be unconscious, so he lied on a hard, cold floor, unmoving, for a long time. It was about an hour before he heard the metallic creaking of a door opening. Some Caps came in and put him in some sort of transport capsule. It was tight and cramped, so much so that he couldn't sit up. And it was pitch black, so he couldn't see a thing even when he opened his eyes. It felt like he was in a coffin. He was becoming more and more claustrophobic, just waiting to suffocate to death.
Thankfully, though, it was only around ten minutes before the lid opened and he was taken out. They lifted him into what he guessed was a storage unit for bodies, a little niche carved into a wall high above the floor, like what you might find in catacombs. He didn't come out for a long time. The rest of the night and an entire day passed. Lance slept through most of it, but knew he didn't move
Deadbolts Ch. 14Deadbolts Ch. 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Casey found himself in a vast room at the very back of the training facility. He guessed it was once used as a hangar for aircraft or heavily armored vehicles because of the high ceiling and the massive, vertical-sliding garage doors on the wall to his right. There were a few trucks parked near the back beside one of the doorsold, beaten things with faded, peeling paint and cracked windows. They hardly looked capable of running at all.
Aside from the trucks, the hangar was set up to be a training course of sorts. Across the large expanse of cement floor, some targets had been placed at various intervals, all facing a table that had gun and knives laid out on it. To his right, Casey saw an agility course made of ropes and tires. Off to his left was a mat with a sparring dummy. A little ways down from that was a cluster of computers, the software hastily assembled on folding tables. There were other things tooa scale and weights and machines whose functions w
Misery Loves Company [Hades Aidoneus x Reader]Misery Loves Company [Hades Aidoneus x Reader] in Romance More Like This
She approached him in the garden’s courtyard for what seemed the hundredth time today. As soon as he saw her, the same exact words from before left his mouth:
“You need to stay away from me.”
An unfazed grin passed over the girl’s lips. “And if I don’t want to?”
“You will be affected and possibly harmed by the misery that follows me. Please; for the sake of your safety, leave me alone,” he grunted quietly, looking uncomfortable as the conversation progressed.
The girl threw her head back and laughed. The sound rang out through the courtyard, causing the man before her to flinch. (E/c) eyes glinted mischievously as she placed her hands on her hips and stepped forward, inching closer to him. “Hades, really…you need to stop being so glum! I don’t care about the supposed ‘curse’ on you. I just want to get to know you better!”
The man—or, better yet, the god—glanced down at her almost remor
Sails and ScalesEver since I can remember my sisters have been seducing men with their songs. Just one simple note, I have been told, and any male will fall under their spell. I, however, have never been one to join in on their frivolous charades. While my sisters go off to cause a shipwreck and kiss the sailors until they die, I prefer more mundane hobbies - such as collecting the portraits of their wives and daughters and queens to gaze upon.Sails and Scales in Short Stories More Like This
I have been told that I am the only mermaid in all the seven seas who cannot stand the thought of a human man being anywhere near me.
My name is Nerissa. I am exactly two hundred and forty years old, though I suppose in human years I would look to be about twenty. My sisters are as numerous as the waves in the ocean and range from all ages and are all the same: petty and vain, wanting nothing more than for a man to write poetry about their otherworldly beauty before they are dragged into the black depths of the sea. On the days where they come together to terro
Dragon's Breath"Amara, your father has been asking for you for the past hour. You are keeping our guest waiting. What in the gods' names are you possibly doing in there?"Dragon's Breath in Short Stories More Like This
Amara glanced up from the heavy tome in her lap at the heavy wooden door that separated her chamber from the rest of the castle. A disgruntled sigh grew in her chest as she longingly fingered the dusty pages of the book before gently setting it down on her bed as if she were putting a dear friend to rest. She rose and with an apathetic stride made her way to the door, pulling it open to see the exasperated face of her mother, Sieglinde. Immediately her mother's eyes looked past Amara and landed on the book with a narrowed gaze.
"Forgive me, Mother," Amara quickly said before her mother could rebuke her. "I was reading and lost track of time."
"I should say so," her mother responded with a huff, glancing down at Amara's attire. She was wearing just a simple dress made for the indoors - nothing to impress anyone. Her mother rubbed her
Writing: A Simple GuideI do not consider myself a fantastic writer; no, on the contrary, I believe I am just a scale above mediocre. However, I do know that some basic rules I try to follow really have helped me improve in my writing skills, so I figured I might as well share them just for the hell of it. Please - keep in mind that these are all my opinions and I am only trying to help others develop better writing techniques and gain more confidence in their abilities. So, without further ado, let's get to it!Writing: A Simple Guide in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Be consistent with your tenses and point of views.
When writing, the two most frequently used tenses are past and present. As for point of views, they include: first person, second person, and third person. It can be extremely easy to accidently slip in and out and tenses and point of views when writing because one's mind tends to wander and can stop paying close attention. For example, in terms of switching between tenses, take this sentence: I take my pencil and wrote a
fire and bloodi am stormborn;fire and blood in General Fiction More Like This
she who dances
with the dragons who
call her mother.
the devourer of a heart
that galloped across a great
grass sea. the queen
who breaks every chain she
sees and will rule over the world
from an iron throne. the
daughter of a mad king who
shall scorch the land with justice.
i am the unburnt.
fire cannot kill a dragon.
Flesh and Blood [Subaru Sakamaki x Reader]Flesh and Blood [Subaru Sakamaki x Reader] in Romance More Like This
He loved the way she whimpered for him.
It was the only thing in the world that was perfect. How she would shiver and squirm at the lightest of his touches or when she would beg and plead with him to keep going, whispering his name desperately like it was a prayer.
“Shut up,” he growled as he grasped her body with tightly closed fists, his hands a cage that she would never be able to break free from. “You’re so annoying...just stay quiet!” He could hear her breathing quicken as he brought his mouth down towards her throat, using one hand to angle head closer.
“B-But what if someone comes in and—”
“They won’t,” he grunted as he gazed at the throbbing vein hidden beneath her neck’s flesh. “They’re idiots, but they know not to fuck with me when I’m taking a nap. And that’s what they think I’m doing. So if you just stay quiet until I say so and le
interstellarthere isinterstellar in Free Verse More Like This
something about the night that
makes me want to fly.
once, i had a dream
where my fingers could touch
the sky—and i pulled down the stars
from the velveteen darkness
to stitch them into my
skin. i was nebulae;
a smoldering quasar as
the universe flowed
through my ravenous veins.
a supernova landed on my
tongue and the bittersweet taste of
one million galaxies
circulated into my soul.
in that moment,
i became the cosmos—
with asteroids in place of eyes
and pluto orbiting between the confines
of my ribcage.
my wings are made of stardust
and luminescent constellations.
i will soar higher
than any god
Einsamkeit [Prussia x Reader]It's been exactly one year since he's been gone.Einsamkeit [Prussia x Reader] in Drama More Like This
Sometimes you think that the past three hundred and sixty five days have all just been one long nightmare. Sometimes you forget that he's no longer here and you creep silently into his room in the mornings to rouse him from sleep only to realize the bed is as cold and empty as the space between your ribs. Sometimes, when you're visiting his grave, the name on the tombstone is just a bad joke and at any moment he's going to tap you on the shoulder and give you the same cocky grin that you once held more dear to your heart than anything else.
Sometimes it's all you can do from going absolutely insane.
I should get up.
The thought is simple enough but as you lay beneath the sheets, (e/c) eyes staring blankly at the dim ceiling, you know it's going to be impossible. Your very being has become the center of gravity and even just lifting your head sends a wave of bitter nausea spiralling through your system. Your skin feels too taut on
Korewhen they pass me byKore in Free Verse More Like This
i cannot help but thank aphrodite for
the miracle that
for we have stars embedded
in our flesh and hellfire
burning in our eyes. we are
immortal. we are infinite.
we are celestial. we are
the penumbras that rip into
your feeble heart and the golden
dreams that make you wish
that you had been born to
a different universe.
we are persephone;
we are hecate.
some days and
most nights, i close my
eyes and imagine her—
the girl whose tongue
tastes like poetry and whose lips
bless me with a thousand
and by all the goddesses,
was sappho right when she was
awed by her splendor.
pandemoniumdo you know that feelingpandemonium in Free Verse More Like This
the one where everything just sort of
stops and you're left
alone in front of the mirror and it's not
the same person you woke up to
but instead they're just this delicate
porcelain statue will shatter with
one touch into more pieces than there are
stars in the sky and the scorpions scuttling
up your throat keep stinging and burning with a
fire that you can't swallow back down into the
storm that's churning at the very bottom of your
stomach and the wolf in your chest is howling
and threatening to gnaw its way through your bones before
it suffocates beneath the desert stretched across
every inch of your skin and your fingertips
twitch over and over again at the thought of a mere whisper
passing between your lips for fear of the
demons that they may invoke because in all honesty
being human is a cruel and
complicated thing and sometimes
it would be better just to close your eyes and
pray to forgotten gods that maybe
someday the wings lurking under your
09: SunriseYou Stole The Sun09: Sunrise in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of orange and red melt together as the moon slowly descends. The breeze ruffles the curtains, kissing my cheek as it moves past me. I hold my cup of coffee in my hands, my legs folded and my gaze on the outside cherry blossom trees. It's hard to sleep nowadays, so I wake early to watch the sun rise...a brand new day starting.
I lift the mug to my lips and sip the hot liquid, smiling as I think of you. You always had to have a splash of milk and three sugar cubes with your coffee, while I took mine black. You could never understand that...
I remember laying in bed with you, my limbs curled with yours, your fingers trailing down my hips as we whispered of late night secrets and early morning wishes. I'd kiss your five o'clock shadow and press my hand to your chest, the feel of your heart beating under my palm intoxicating me.
"I'll give you the moon and stars," you told me.
"I'd rather have the sun," I whispered. "Because then I
My Name Is Hopev.My Name Is Hope in General Fiction More Like This
The sun looks so happy now. I think it's reflecting how I feel. The drops of dew sparkle like diamonds and the air is carrying the sweetest fragrance on its breeze. This is life. This is what I'm fighting for. The chance to breathe and say, "I am more than what you are trying to make me. You cannot break me. I am alive, and my name is Hope."
The clouds clear. I'm beginning to remember the time before war; famine; genocide; violence (so much violence). I can hear the laughter...the joy. My spirit lifts...perhaps there's faith yet.
I was taught that rain drops are angel tears. I know what they are crying for, and why it seems like a never ending flood. I've seen the truth in a child's eyes, lost and afraid, searching for comfort, food, love.
The angels are crying because everyone has given up.
I have given up.
I saw a man today. He spit and laughed at a homeless man begging for food and spare change. "You're worthless," he said, m
Come BackThey say absence makes theCome Back in Free Verse More Like This
heart grow fonder
but every day you're
a piece of my heart breaks
and crumbles to ash
at my feet.
or there may be nothing left.
Theme Seventy-Three: I Can'tCycleTheme Seventy-Three: I Can't in Free Verse More Like This
We were born from
a warm September rain,
no ending in sight
and no one else
to talk to.
So you told me your fears
and I told you my sins.
You tried to define me,
which made me laugh.
"I can't be defined.
I'm broken into
too many pieces
and they all have
We survived the harshest winter,
the snow falling
as our toes turned blue
and our breath turned to frost
in the air.
"I think I'm in love with you," you said.
I laughed and put my freezing fingers
to your cheeks.
"Something as beautiful
could never love someone as ugly
We ended in April
when you realized
your light shone so much
brighter than mine
(I was dragging you down)
"I can't. Not anymore," you said.
The irony of it all
almost made me
Because I didn't realize
you made me
(and a piece of my broken
heart is now named
11: HabitBad Habits11: Habit in Free Verse More Like This
"I have this bad habit." I tell him.
"Oh, really? And what is this bad habit of yours?"
"I daydream. A lot. It makes everything difficult. I can never focus. It's like my head is permanently in the clouds."
He smiles, putting his guitar down. "There's nothing wrong with that."
I settle my back to his chest, his chin on my shoulder and our fingers laced. "I dream that I'm in Egypt walking by the Nile...or catching fireflies on a hot, summer night. I dream of swimming with a dolphin and singing underneath a meteor shower."
He kisses the crook of my neck. "Sounds like fun."
I chuckle. "It is! But that's not the point."
"I daydream, too. Horrible habit. All about you. Seeing your smile after a long day, listening to you sing along as I play the guitar or piano. S'all you."
I blush, looking down at our intertwined hands. "Really?"
"I like your bad habit."
"I like it, too."
Give It All AwaySometimes I wonder what life would be like if every wish I kept locked within my heart was released like fireflies held captive in a jar. Everything I long to do, every place I want to see, available with the snap of my fingers.Give It All Away in General Fiction More Like This
I'd give every insignificant detail up if I could only have you: the man of my dreams.
I'd give up France, I'd give up England. I'd give up swimming in the Atlantic and drinking coffee in every small café around the world. I'd give up my music and I'd give up my
I'd give you my heart.
You're the only firefly I'd keep. And I would love and take care of you until the end of time.
(but you don't exist.
You're just a figment of my imagination.)
Pause, Beatyou walk towards mePause, Beat in Free Verse More Like This
slow and smooth
with that grin that makes my heart
i fall into your eyes,
into your lies.
you say, "hey, babe.
kiss me with those Aphrodite lips.
tease me with those Persephone hips."
into your arms i descend
and we sway to the rhythm
of sensual blues.
you've got some
magic fingertips, boy,
that sends me into a frenzy
of too hot feelings and
"i love you," you whisper
as those hands trail
down my collarbone and
"i love you, too."
Theme Eighty-Three: HealIn TimeTheme Eighty-Three: Heal in Free Verse More Like This
I know when I was
little you used to
kiss my pain away,
all be all right.
Instantly my bruise
would feel fine
with your magic
But the ailment
bringing me down now
is a broken heart
and I don't think this
pain can be healed by
a mother's kiss
(though I know you hate
to see me cry)
I think I need to wait this
one out and
let it bleed.
In time, I'll heal.
Theme Eighty-Six: Seeing RedRed-Colored GlassesTheme Eighty-Six: Seeing Red in Free Verse More Like This
Most people see through
their naivety enough
to make me shudder.
I see the world through
glasses of red,
every ounce of innocent blood
spilled is seen through
Unwelcome On Our HomeLeave me alone before I tear off your eyelids and force you to stare intently into this putrid rotting planet.Unwelcome On Our Home in General Fiction More Like This
You put that ladder on the dying tree stump. You climbed slowly into my tormented bubble, one close-mind-disease ridden limb at a time. Those ligaments will be torn apart. Like a knife slicing warm butter into thin, salty potato chip-like pieces.
You think this is some sort of joke? Laugh it away and roll the giggles down your shoulders, leave them at your heels, and expect me to pick them up? Joking must be what youre doing if you mapped out the consequence this way.
Blades of grass will nourish themselves upon your laughter. The plants will finish of with you, and the ocean will spill out to clean up the remainders.
So leave me alone. Im trying very hard to apologize to this broken woman. She doesnt understand the minds of heathens, your kind. Im breaking the news to her as we speak. Shes listening in on our conversation like a tapped phone or w
Found My DoorShe will suck the blood from each vein. Drink the modern poison from pursed lips, suckling each blood cell until it lets go, freeing a second life into her own. Collecting the rhythm of a heart's favorite melody played in a half step tone deeper and slightly sharped.Found My Door in General Fiction More Like This
I can't believe that within all of these myths, she truly exists. Feasting on naked souls who's perplexed minds can't find the door to the mansion before them. The lucky ones who do can never find the right door to discover a savior.
This is one of her favorite games. When the locks and rhino-weight chains are involved. She becomes the clever woman who has found her way into all of out homes at some point. She's the annoying visitor who eats all the food and leaves messes on the porcelain seats.
I let her in today. She must have felt the longing in my cluster phobic heart. She followed each rhythmic lullaby until it echoed within your hollow walls. The only thing she really had to do was infect your walking puppet-like fra
DisabilityIt needs to stop clawing out my eyes because I can only dust them off so many times before the dirt becomes an infected fungus factory. I'll play of your moves blind, I guess, since it seems my eyes gave out. I never liked the green foam-like sponge destroying my processed wheat bread, but it attacks my eyes as well which seem so precious in comparison. I'm not even sure they should be placed anywhere near familiar categories.Disability in General Fiction More Like This
Just don't try to kiss me. I don't know if this disease is contagious. If I felt I were the cause of harm upon your aching time line, I couldn't live with myself, I barely can now. I would attempt a repeat of what my eyes have accomplished. A disappearing act with the help of some shiny, sequin covered, blond woman in a punctured box like a magic show.
If I hear the creaks of my tired hinges, i will understand your reason for leaving. My disability stands in our way, like a tank bent on running us over with its spinning conveyor belts. Blaming you for saving your
POETRY- Angled ParadiseClouds are stretching for mePOETRY- Angled Paradise in Free Verse More Like This
Yet white blankets cant reach
They try like a crippled arm
Oxygen beats away their grip
Silence is my acquaintance
She sings to me notes so high
Hymns anchored deep down low
An equal mix of absolute blank
Wind wants to wake my thoughts
Never stealing them with briskness
Although it could if it wished
Whispering to me in a make believe conversation
The grass blends with shades of earth
Watching the pulse beneath the micro nation
Elevation shows me the horrid streets
The broken houses cry for company
I give them what they plead for
Tell them stories composed of nonexistent words
They become my recycled remedy land
This thought-up beauty lives with me upon my sloping roof
POETRY- Taming ThoughtsI'm pretty sure that in all actualityPOETRY- Taming Thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
I can fill this entire page
With scribbled nonsense,
And yet someone in a hut in Zimbabwe
Or an igloo in Antarctica,
Will pick it up and relate in some fashion
That is the beauty of writing
I know basic French
If I learned every language,
The world could share this piece of paper,
This random thought
As I write it now
Spewing from my pulse, to my mind.
It travels still
That only add to it
Defeating their purpose
Then it grows into muscles
Pushes its way to my hand
Itches my fingertips
And leaks onto this page
Confined by blue lines and black ink
NowhereI am the nowhere man. I wear a freshly ironed plaid tie, attached to a crisp black tuxedo that seems too stiff to bend with my impossible joints. I was on my way to an interview I pretended to have because sometimes this time frame takes an overactive imagination to survive.Nowhere in General Fiction More Like This
My house is here and there. It's tiny and lightweight, which is good since I always wanted to travel abroad. It's composed of oxygen and never leaves me. I can afford this house. It really was quite a steal. I make payments with my non-existent job and the rates never seem to change. I watch the housing crisis fold in upon itself, burying my neighbors.
My meals are delicious. I can have anything I want. The menus are always interchangeable. Some days I bite my fingernails, other days the warmth of my cheeks, and on rare occasions, I peel away at my lips.
For the moment, I'm just trying to comprehend why the lungs I have aren't pushing and pulling like they always agreed to. Or why I was claimed to wear the 'nowhere
POETRY- ExtinctI'm chasing the windPOETRY- Extinct in Free Verse More Like This
Catching acid with naked fingers
An oval torso dancing without limbs
Adoration and loathing holding hands
I'm breathing in murdered trees
Rain racing towards a fiery God
Visible maze-like roots, holding underground petals
Everything upside-right and right-side down
I'm a bullet saving the steady rhythms
Poultry flying north to meet a chilly peace
Legs grazing in the rain, frantic tromps away from sun
Earth desperately backtracking its tilt for youth
I'm anger expressed in candy kiss parades
Mimes screaming into silence
Raises in work assisting a climb to deficit
Millionaires in fragile, forty cent stamped sanctuaries
I'm an impossible U-turn change of life
Imitated, disrespected and battered
Falsely accused of a tormenting masquerade
It's simple true love, the dying breed
I'm So SeriousDon't dare lay a finger, may it be index or pinky, on my thermostat, youll lose it. Its not even an empty threat. Its more like a basic promise.I'm So Serious in General Fiction More Like This
Doors were meant to be opened and closed. I place emphasis on the closed portion. Why else would we have doors? One part is to let people in, the other (most essential in my opinion) is keeping people out.
Take your shoes off before entering the house. Otherwise the door will no longer be answered to your knock, and believe me, I know the difference between a knock the way investigative teams discover the crevices of a fingerprint. If you want to be lazy, call. Even then, I dont believe much in phones, unless its completely necessary. A good example of this would be if Oscar ate too much catnip and became furiously gassy. You see where Im going with this?
If you couldnt understand, Ill shorten things down to a stumpy height where we can work on a more leveled playing field, so to spea
POETRY- Tired SpeakerIt is depressingPOETRY- Tired Speaker in Free Verse More Like This
You try to explain yourself
A tone silhouetted in sadness
Monotone on cruise control
I want to hear you
Ill be your compassionate vent
My ears are stretching
POETRY- Calling All NursesI'm scared of an epidemicPOETRY- Calling All Nurses in Free Verse More Like This
A fear we all share
It isn't there at birth
It's implanted later on
When we comprehend
Cruelty and Kindness
Speak an alphabet
Desecrate in a hole
That's when they explain
The thought tears into us
Rips into our skull
Nests within our brain
As we grow
So do they
We're slowly becoming
Fear of change
Fear of difference
We will become boxed in
Dying from an epidemic
now i see the stars.there was a time when inow i see the stars. in Free Verse More Like This
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
angel.they call it falling because you can't fall up, you can't fall out.angel. in Free Verse More Like This
I was a girl, a girl, unbroken.
I was a girl who engraved his saccharose words into my chest
and filled my head with his promises.
I was a girl who didn't need to believe in angels,
because he was my angel.
but no one can fall without getting hurt if they're afraid of the earth,
of getting buried in the need,
no one can fall without giving up the sky.
Because he was a boy, a boy, breaking.
he was a boy who surrounded his heart with walls of stones,
and jumped off the ledge,
he was a boy who fell,
remember,when i was your lioness andremember, in Free Verse More Like This
we ruled the world with
scattered light and
after all this time, i
still stay up late thinking of you,
pinching myself awake to keep the image of you in my head
until i hear you sing me to sleep.
we all have our demons, i was always yours.
waking up with bruises on my arms in an empty bed,
the devil inside of me whispers that it's not over yet, and
he pumps turbulence from my carved open heart into my saltwater blood
i feel every half-healed scar split op
en to bleed yet again.
wanting you is wanting the safety of the stars
when i'm already in free fall (into the grave).
my siren, i was born to die but you loved me into a phoenix.
he saved me, but he killed me.he saved me in Free Verse More Like This
i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest.
it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes
you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than
you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me.
"what's your name?"
daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.
I looked at the rose in my hand.
you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.
i didn't understand
but I knew.
ii. i forgot about you for
1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,
my name, but i didn't recognize you
until i saw your eyes.
iii. my father fell and didn't stand back up again.
i screamed, and you carried me home.
iv. i didn't talk for a week.
i stared at the gray of the sky. it was the color of my father's eyes.
you sat next to me in the pouring rain,
beauty (lost)and i swear, this is the last time he'llbeauty (lost) in Free Verse More Like This
pin me to the wall
(he tells me i'm a work of art,
but after all this time, i'm still just a girl)
too young, too young, the walls whisper
too late, too late, i sob
because this battered body,
this girl with the scarlet tattoos, she is too tired to escape
and her wings won't work in the rain.
and as i suck in air, i wonder, how many more will have to endure
the pain of not being their own
i have heard too many screams, all at once
(God who i stopped believing in,
if you can hear me,
let this end, so that when i am walking in the streets
with my child, i can swear,
that she will never
have scars on her back,
she will never
have welts on her heart)
goldocean, i have no more words to give you,gold in Free Verse More Like This
it smells too much like summer,
too much like home, but you are
a thousands miles away
Gaea wants to be Midas, the earth is in
a million shades of the ring
you left on my front porch,
of my mane back when i was wild, when i was free.
i remember when was your leo, you'd stare at the stars and wonder
what it felt to be molten but still burning
but you'd never know, never know,
because the sun doesn't taste like honey
when the well runs dry, it tastes like
death. (sometimes i miss you,
but i know better)
society.We live in a societysociety. in Free Verse More Like This
where obese men can't be beautiful.
We live in a society
where being African American automatically makes us criminals.
We live in a society
where women are looked down upon as whores and sluts.
We live in a society
where having anxiety means we're nuts.
We live in a society
where being blonde means we're brainless.
We live in a society
where wearing turbans make us terrorists.
We live in a society
where having good grades means we don't have a life.
We live in a society
where being a man means you want a wife.
We live in a society
where the unemployed are lowly.
We live in a society
where the gay are just lonely.
We live in a society
where crying means we're too emotional.
We live in a society
where speaking out makes us too powerful.
We live in a society
where schools need police.
We live in a society
where war is easier than peace.
We live in a society
where good is bad and bad is worse.
We live in a society
that's under stereo
they told me no one could love a girl with scars.i told them that i could love myself.they told me no one could love a girl with scars. in Free Verse More Like This
she's gone, she's gone.don't tell a broken girl withshe's gone, she's gone. in Free Verse More Like This
grief pouring into the juts of her cheekbones,
hunger suffocating into the curves of her ribs,
that her eyes are made
and her hair was weaved from
sunshine when you are
light years away and millennia too late