PoetryPoetry in Free Verse More Like This
You know the danger of beautiful verses -
artisan words and
shadow dance tricks,
secrets from the warm velvet box
that turn the night humid -
playthings of the damned
and beautiful people
who burn too brightly
and assault the air
like acrobats of words.
Revolution 7Even whenRevolution 7 in Free Verse More Like This
they said it was over
it did not stop you
from getting off
on that revolution stuff.
maybe you just loved
the smell of change -
the way the wind
tore down the streets
and shook leaves
from her hair
and how her smile
capsized your world
she got you high
and pipe dreams
when all the world
just wanted to fight.
maybe it was
how she loved
the clash of history
sweeping under your feet
and dressing you
like her hero
in rags and patches
and making you realize
there was more to life
than just saving the world...
Scene from a CafeIn his head he's Baudelaire,Scene from a Cafe in Free Verse More Like This
in a dark silk suit
and hand crafted boots
of butter suede,
and he's sitting in a cafe
with leaves swirling around his feet,
waiting for the girl of his dreams
to drop from the bright blue morning
and bloom under a red umbrella.
He will whisper crimes
and confess thoughts of chaos
as she slowly pulls off her gloves
and pours too much wine
in his glass
and tries to imagine
how he tastes under his shirt.
He will write her a poem -
something about flowers,
on a napkin
and tuck it
into her sleeve
and wish he was running his hands
under her petticoats.
She will smile
and wet her lips
with the tip of her tongue,
making sure that her thigh
is too close
and that her thoughts
to the jealous women at the nearby table
and make the waiters' attention
She will snap open
a thin black fan
of ivory and silk
and let it do the talking
and her laughter will echo
in his glass
as her head turns and the light catches
her tiny gold earrings
and makes h
TreesTrees in Free Verse More Like This
The secret life
of elm and oak
and thin white poplars -
on a winter night,
grazing the moon
like tapers in December.
I smell earth -
peat and cedar
and the indulgent bulge
crafting the air
like a smith
lost in his work.
Chestnuts bear an offering
and the yearning pall
of pine scents the sky
till it's thick with resin.
And they gather
with boughs and limbs
bent like priests at play,
roots tight as ancient drums
to ruminate on stories,
sinewed in fragrant bark
making merry where
the green bends back
Promises of SpringPromises of Spring in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Warm winds from the west
gather clouds streaked in copper
to rattle the sky
Spiders spinning webs
weave and toy their mystery
within silken strands
Beads of warm water
glistening on your shoulder
invite damp kisses
Birds tuck tiny wings
under indigo feathers
breaking into song
First bloom of iris
a graceful stalk of azure
heralds in the spring
The smoky twilight
breaks blue over the full moon
shaking down the stars
CarnivalCarnival in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers sticky from taffy apples,
blood oranges and candy floss,
clutch balloons like long lost ghosts
and the wrappers of sweets
scatter across the wooden pier
where a sideshow barker sits -
one finger crooked in welcome,
his mind the faded posters
of your curiosity
Coins spill from your fingers -
shiny copper to cross palms
as a strangers smile
bewitches your steps
and lures you in.
Childrens bright shoes flash
the whirl of painted ponies
and music rattling like tin
while overhead the Ferris Wheel
like a twisted top.
The clowns crayon slick smile
darts like a razor
and dares you to follow
behind the mirrors
into the maze.
And under the big top
an acrobat hangs
like a tiny doll -
wires crossed, net cut,
twitching like a slip knot,
as the crowd holds its breath,
waiting for the show.
ShameShame in Free Verse More Like This
You wear my shame
in a bleak curtain of tears,
a single strand of dark silk,
ripped from the night -
the pattern torn,
ends fraying in the dying light
that dares to slip under my doorway.
A patina of doubt wears at my edges,
clings like a shroud -
the gauze of too many years
shredding simple thoughts
into dangerous words.
And in the womb of your sighs,
a disfigured shadow sits down
to feast on pretty pictures
that can never be.
My circus smile belies
the brilliant weight of stars;
and in the thick murder of sleep,
where dreams are a trick of the light,
you have come undone
like a house of sighs
spilled from my blood....
Rogue Diaries IRogue Diaries I in Horror More Like This
The night was crowded with voices, always a distraction that I had taken decades to learn to silence. But this evening it required no schooling, no act of magic or willpower on my part. Her words alone had captured my attention - no mean feat when the predator decides to come calling. The conversation had started a brilliant spark and traveled to every known recess of my mind...ideas sparring at times..at others finding a comfortable home. There was magic here, a tapestry spun of words and thoughts that was spontaneous and unexpected - an agility of phrase, a quickness that seemed to almost move one step ahead of me. How for all the world can you know someone in a second and yet find her an unfathomable mystery?
I watched the crowd pass in the evening's soft blur above her shoulder, her hair a brilliant whip of chestnut, tossed carelessly like a child's toy in the breeze. She smiled, a trick of flickering shadows that curled around her lips as she leaned into me, her voice becoming tha
Sensationali. a person of visionSensational in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could stare forever into your blue abyss, but I have to blink sometimes.
The world is so beautiful to me, ever changing and never changing, simultaneously. I see it all through a filter of a greenish - gold iris and short brown lashes and I wonder if the world looks different through blue eyes, your eyes. Or through black eyes and a fringe of chopped hair, or brown eyes watching through coke bottle glasses. I intend to see the entire world, with every set of eyes imaginable, and I want see you from every angle in every place. Is it all so beautiful to you as well?
They say you only see about ten percent of the world; the rest is just extrapolation, just your mind grabbing at manageable pieces of a big world, a world so vast, so wonderful, so limitless and moving and poignant. I want it all embossed into my memory, all of it, not that measly ten percent. I crave the exotic locales of the Orient and silent Alaskan wilderness under Northern Lights and solemn
StrikingIt was warm.Striking in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not hot like she had been expecting a soft, gentle warmth that saturated her every extremity down to her fingertips. Like stoking the fire of a small heater, one bundle of sticks at a time. She was nestled snugly under the pale blue sheets watching sleepily as the man beside her dozed on. His grey hair looked more frazzled than normal and it was strange to her to see him so relaxed. The sharp intelligence in his blue eyes had always been striking and they were now closed to her.
Dinner conversation had been polite, ranging all over from Shakespeare to the latest blockbuster film; the two were completely absorbed in their own world for the night while the din of the crowd rose and fell around them.
She stretched her neck and shoulder blades with a soft groan, sparing a brief glance at his watch lying askew on the nearby intable. Nearly 2:15 in the afternoon. She returned her arm back to her side and burrowed back into the blankets with a puff of a sigh.
Hardback TextbooksIn retrospect, Gender Studies wasn't the best class for a non-confrontational student. But it was too late to drop now; there was no way she'd get her deposit back. She pretended to study her textbook very hard, trying to filter out the class discussion going on around her. Why did the professor have to use discussion circles?Hardback Textbooks in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm just saying, if a chick is, you know, wearing fishnets and a halter top, mini-skirt halfway up her knee, slinking around all skanky, you can't really blame a guy. She obviously wants it - if she looks like she wants it "
The book snapped shut. That was enough. She gripped the textbook in one hand and threw it with all the strength she could muster at the obnoxious misogynist sitting directly across from her.
Her aim was good right in the nose, and hard enough to knock him out of the chair. He grappled about on the ground, trying to hold his now bleeding nose and push himself off the ground at the same time.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!"
Strawberries.Not strawberries. Definitely not strawberries.Strawberries. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He reads a lot and all the girls in his books have strawberry-scented hair and often strawberry-colored hair, but not this girl, the one in his arms. She has dark hair, black under insufficient lighting conditions, and it certainly does not smell of strawberries.
He hates strawberries anyway.
Inferno - WIPSeptember is a sultry tangleInferno - WIP in Free Verse More Like This
of curly hair and corduroy jackets stretched
over broad shoulders that I've been leaning on,
The half-lit elevator drops us off above Dante's first layer.
I feel sorry for anyone beneath,
but I've got my own hell to return to.
Small WordsHe says "when you publish a book" in the same way my mother says "when you go to the store " like it's something I've already made up my mind to do, but I'm waiting for my schedule to open up long enough to take care of some errands, type a few words, be something.Small Words in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Too MainstreamHe did have the look down, she would grant him that. The long sleeved striped shirt, the black plastic frame glasses, the messy hair topped by a dusty beret. But he didn't have the attitude. At least he forgot the cigarette.Too Mainstream in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey senora, feel like kicking back a brew?" His voice was like the grate of glass upon itself.
No, not the right attitude at all. He would probably be disappointed when he realized the get-up wasn't working. She left her tab under the empty glass and slipped off the stool when he wasn't looking, ready for a trendier bar.
I'm Starting to Hate FFM This Year"You're too late Magical Girl. I have already started the countdown."I'm Starting to Hate FFM This Year in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I notice that said countdown is measured in years."
"Yes, well, we're still under contract for another three seasons. Can't end things too quickly you see."
"No, I mean, even discarding that I have time manipulation powers. What's stopping me from warping to the proper junction in time to halt the countdown, or even stopping you from turning it on in the first place?"
"Nothing but the contract. Three seasons. I have until then to make my plans accordingly."
"Can't you come up with an overly complicated plan to discredit said contract and let us end this charade?"
"Probably, but then I would be helping you, and I am, among other things, a Card Carrying Villian."
SilverSilverSilver in Free Verse More Like This
birch trees glitter
in the hazy rain,
their leaves like little minnows
rustling with a
splashing on the ice-coated mushrooms
Seasonal ObligationsAaron McGreggor hated parties. Especially office parties. Double for office parties around the Christmas season. As though a sprinkling of tinsel around the cubicles did anything for the horrid florescent lighting and beige walls of the IT department. A few swigs of alcohol and suddenly all the men thought they were smooth talking Bond clones and the women were giggling nitwits feeling like they were Beyonce. He scowled into his drink from the darkest, farthest corner of the room.Seasonal Obligations in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pressured into coming by the boss, he had worn the usual grey slacks and matching jacket that clashed a bit oddly with his tan skin. Even old Johnson had at least pinned a sprig of holly to his lapel in recognition of the season, and Johnson had worn the exact same ensemble to work every day for the last fifteen years. Aaron scowled even deeper, quite a feat for someone whose face seemed to be stuck in a permanent grimace. He tossed the last of his drink back before fling the plastic glass into the rubbish bi
Leaving the Day BehindLeaving the Day Behind in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
leave the day behind
to a night of peaceful sleep
stars will bless your dreams
When Dreams Aren't EnoughWhen Dreams Aren't Enough in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
wind and falling leaves
like whispered words that redeem
me and soothe my soul
Conversing on Violence"You are trying to tell me that violence isn't an answer?"Conversing on Violence in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Archer rolled his eye, tapping his pencil somewhat irritably on the table. "That was not what I said, Malben. And I don't particularly appreciate the implications of-"
"Then mind telling me what the bloody hell you meant by getting in the way?" the surgeon snapped. He ran his hand through his hair, brushing it back off his forehead (and streaking it through with blood as he did so). "It wasn't your damn fight."
"Given my partner was involved, I rather think it was" the vampire retorted, starting to sound more than a little annoyed. "As problematic as it is, I do have a duty towards him - and towards anyone he comes into contact with."
"I don't know if it has escaped your notice, but Sabbat happens to be a vampire."
"I'm not an idiot, Archer, so don't-"
"And I am not treating you like one. I am simply explaining why I chose to intervene."
"I know he's a bloody vampire."
"Then you know why I stopped the fight."
100themes100: RelaxationImagine, if you will, a video - the slightly blurred sort recorded on the cheapest camera money can buy by someone whose experience with filming is a little less than none whatsoever. If this were a film, it would be on a tape or DVD in someone's drawer, to be found at the opportune plot-relevant moment. If this were a film, it would play in silence, while the soundtrack manipulated the audience's emotions with dreary piano music or something equally dire. 'Feel sorry for them', it would try to say, in that blunt and soulless way most media has of telling us what we should be thinking. 'Look at how happy they were, before.'100themes100: Relaxation in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But this is not a film. It's real life, and the video is a file in a folder on a laptop perched precariously on the back of a sofa. It's real life, and it plays with all the background noises and dialogue and 'is it recording?' and 'Who the fuck gave him a camera?' and everything that was going on at the time. It's real life - and, if there are a few tears sh
100themes80: WordsElla liked words: as a linguistics student, how could she not? However, she also knew that some words were not serious-conversation fodder, if one was talking with a person who was what you might call conventionally sane.100themes80: Words in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And yet Kay, who was, well, Kay, was sitting opposite her in the cafe talking quite seriously about her job...and the words 'vampires', 'demon', 'war in Hell' and 'can turn into a wolf' had just escaped her lips with no hint of their being some part of a joke or an exaggeration. So clearly what she knew was not exactly right.
"Interested?" the older girl asked, finishing the last of her coffee. She gave Ella a look which said more than any number of words could have - but to Ella's lovestruck eyes all it really seemed to do was rephrase the question. 'Do you want to be a part of my life?' was what she saw in that look, and it didn't take long for her to think of the answer.
"Yes," she said, reaching across to brush her fingertips over the back of Kay's t
Turning PointArcher shifted position in the chair, trying (and failing) to get comfortable. He was tired, sore, and hungry, but until any of these became too much to bear, he wasn't moving. In fact, he thought, tiredness and hunger he could deal with. He could get Stephen to bring him food, and he could sleep here - he'd done it before, and accepted the backache and the crick in his neck as unavoidable consequences. No, there was no reason for him to leave his friend's side.Turning Point in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He shifted again, turning to look down at the man on the bed. Sabbat's face was pale and slick with sweat, eyesockets and cheekbones hollowed, breath coming in short gasps between clenched teeth as he moved uneasily in his sleep. He looked sick, but that was only to be expected. He was sick. And worse, according to Stratton. According to Stratton, he was dying.
The vampire sighed, reaching out a hand to touch his friend's cheek. He didn't want to believe the doctor's diagnosis - after all, the last problem of this kind h
100themes62: MagicIt turns out that Hell isn't just full of smoke and flames. There's a lot of that, yes - heat, smoke, dark roiling clouds shot through with crimson bolts of lightning...the usual imagery (though devoid of tortured souls and with an inexplicable ruined city in the middle of it all) - but there's something else, too.100themes62: Magic in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They can all feel it. The two magicians are the worst affected, unsurprisingly, but the others can sense it just as well: a strange static tingling in the base of the skull, shooting down the spine and through the nerves to ground itself in the fingertips and the soles of the feet.
Sabbat, wiping the beads of bloodsweat from his forehead with an equally gore-soaked hand, turns to his partner and grins a lopsided, unsettling, fanged grin. "Y'think we could-?"
"It wouldn't hurt to try," Archer replies, red-stained fingertips twitching as he brings his hand to rest, palm up, level with the base of his ribcage. He concentrates on the magic, feeling the flow of it (differe
100themes61: Fairy Tale"What the bloody hell is 'Christmas'?"100themes61: Fairy Tale in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Archer smiles, more than a little amused by his friend's irritated tone. "It's a winter celebration of sorts, as far as I've been able to discern. A Christian one - something to do with their God being born." He pauses, not entirely sure he's got this right, and reconsiders. "Or maybe their God's son - I'm not entirely sure. There's something to do with trees in there as well, and stars, and someone named 'Father Christmas' or 'Saint Nicholas', but I'm not exactly sure how it all fits together."
From Malben's expression it's clear that he's got even less of an idea (and is probably even more confused now Archer's had an attempt at explaining it). It's also very clear that, whatever the reasoning behind said 'winter celebration of sorts', it's obviously done something to annoy him.
And, when Felix walks into the room, it's very clear what that is: the half-Fae has one arm in a sling and is sporting a rather startlingly purple bruise on his forehead
100themes60: RejectionFelix has always taken rejection well - he's had enough practice at it, after all.100themes60: Rejection in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This particular one stings more than most, though. She and he have so much in common, and she'd seemed happy enough the first few times they'd met. But now she turns her back and refuses to even acknowledge his presence. He's not even sure what he's done wrong (which makes attempting reconciliation more than a little tricky), but something is definitely up and it's very probably his fault.
The others are no use when it comes to working out what his misdeed was. In fact, they seem to find the whole thing riotously funny, which he thinks is not entirely fair. Even the ones who normally would be sympathetic barely repress sniggers when he tries to explain his plight, and as for those whose usual stock of empathy extends barely past their own predicaments...well, their reactions are just downright insulting.
He's the only one who doesn't find the situation completely hilarious, it would seem. If only
100themes54: Tower"Pirate?"100themes54: Tower in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What would that be?"
"You're really fuckin' tall."
"I had noticed," the vampire replied, adding dryly, "Was there a point to that observation?"
"No. You're just...really really fuckin' tall. I mean, what are y'? Six foot seven?"
"Six feet and four inches, I believe."
"Seriously? Y'look taller."
She nodded. "Y'...loom. 'specially when you're pissed off with someone."
"I quite honestly hadn't realised."
"You're makin' fun o' me, ain't you?"
"Perhaps." A short pause. "You do make it so very easy for me sometimes, after all."
100themes23:Cat"-th'fuck's tha'?"100themes23:Cat in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Archer raised an eyebrow. "It's a cat," he explained patiently, fingers unconsciously scratching behind the animal's furry ears. "Felis catus, I believe, if you want this world's technical term for it."
The other vampire rolled his eyes, lighting another cigarette. "Know what a fuckin' cat is, Archer. Want t'know what th'fuck it's doin' here."
"That's not what you asked." Pedantic, he knew, but any attempt to deflect his partner's attention from the aforementioned feline was probably a good thing. "And it's here because I happen to like it."
From the look on Sabbat's face, it was clear he did not. "Y'ain't keepin' 't."
"That's hardly a valid argument."
"'case y'ain't noticed, mate, we're in th'middle of a fuckin' war."
"And that precludes my keeping a pet how?"
The younger vampire took a deep drag on his cigarette, rolling his eyes again somewhat wildly as he did so - a habit that gave him the unfortunate side-effect
100themes18:Rainbow"...Why are you standing on your head?"100themes18:Rainbow in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"'cause I felt like it?"
The assassin grinned, kicking one combat-booted foot back against the wall and flipping herself into to a more conventional vertical position. "Never done somethin' just fer the hell of it, Pirate?"
The vampire raised an eyebrow. "Certainly not headstands," he replied, carefully failing to mention what exactly he had done on the spur of the moment. "Why the sudden interest in gymnastics?"
"Saw some kids doin' it in the park on the way back." She ran her fingers through her bright red hair, leaving it standing almost straight up. "Figured I might as well have a try. After all, ain't anyone t'see....well, wasn't anyone 'til y'came along."
"Which means y'don't." She paused for a moment, then looked up at Archer's face, frowning. "Can I ask y'somethin', mate?"
"Of course. I can't make any promises to answer it, though."
"How the hell'd y'deal with it?"
The eyebrow inched up higher. "Deal with what?"
FFM: Day 30Jericho woke up with a start, momentarily disorientated, expecting home. Things had been blurry around the edges ever since she'd taken up residence in the hospital, too sick to stay at home anymore.FFM: Day 30 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The nightmares had also been getting worse. Surely dying was meant to be more peaceful than this, an ending, the release of all possible futures. She didn't feel like she was at the end of things, more like the beginning. There was a tension in the air, a breathless anticipation that gnawed away at her awareness, setting her teeth on edge, making her jumpy in as much as her frail body would allow.
She'd tried wandering the hallways as a way to distract herself, but after the second collapse the nurses had confined her to her room and taken away the walking frame. She was 26 years old, and it still hurt to realize she could barely make it across the room without assistance.
Sam visited her when he could, bringing her bits of news and interesting books he had stumbled across. Her twin, her o
FFM: The Other SideRobert watches as people swarm across the barrier, his eyes great hollows beneath the brim of his hat. He can't seem to catch his breath, is too nervous now that the moment has finally arrived. He still doesn't know if he can go through with it. Such a big part of him wants to break down and join the others, to forgive, and weep and laugh and embrace these strangers they have spent their lives hating.FFM: The Other Side in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When he was younger he used to dream of life in the South, looking at the other half of the city as though it were a kind of Mecca, an answer to all the worlds ills. It was of course a simplified view of things, but the North is a hard place to endure. Medical access has never been good, and the winters are lean, people are often too poor to afford enough fuel. It is not unknown for them to freeze to death. Later it was the military he wished to be free of and the casual cruelty they inflicted on civilians. His mother shot in the street for stumbling and tripping an Officer, executed like
FFM: The Problem with Young PeopleEveryone agreed that the new drug was very effective, just not in the way they had originally intended.FFM: The Problem with Young People in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Touted as a miracle cure for senility, the moment it came out of clinical trials Phenzin had started to sell like hotcakes. Retirement homes bought the stuff in bulk. The company became billionaires overnight.
Testing should have revealed the side effects of long term usage, but they covered up the evidence. Naturally, people sued. No matter that the drug did exactly as advertised, there was such a thing as taking the literal too far.
Gangs of New Youth streamed from the retirement villages with their walkers and oxygen tanks, angry at the lot they had been given.
Crime spiked, though the culprits failure to make a quick getaway resulted in a high prosecution rate.
They took to lounging on street corners, menacing pedestrians and chewing gum like 14 year old deviants; which of course they were now, in mind if not in body.
The drug was recalled as soon as the true effects became appar
FFM: Day 9The world was ending. The very fabric of the universe unraveling before the might of the Infernal machine.FFM: Day 9 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With a final cry of desperation, Susan reached towards the console even though it was far beyond her reach. "Please! Don't do this!"
Alakahazar loomed above her, sudden and terrible, and wearing his custom shoulder pads, the ones with spikes.
"Alright then." He said, and flicked the off button on his remote control. The roaring maelstrom of destruction subsided, and Susan was left staring at him, completely dumbfounded.
She shook her head, tried again. "Uh, sorry but...WHAT?! You're just going to switch it off?"
He arched a devilish eyebrow at her with a facial muscular control that she had often envied in passing.
"Well you asked me to. But alright, I can switch it back on again if that's what you want." His finger hovered over the red button.
"NO!" She took a step forward as if to stop him, then thought better of it. "I mean...no, leave
FFM: Day 2The storm was in full force when Richard finally arrived at the old Waystation. It was a pitfall excuse for a village, a couple of hovels and a muddy streak of a main road, but it had an Inn built over the stones of an old burial mound, and reputation for fleas notwithstanding, it was the Inn that Richard had come looking for.FFM: Day 2 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Glancing furtively behind him, he dismounted and approached the Inn door, banging an armored fist against the wood.
"Open now in the name of your King. I am on an important quest and demand Sanctuary for the night, the fate of the realm depends on it!"
Upstairs, the Innkeep startled awake and promptly banged his head against the low ceiling. He cursed, pressing his hand against the already forming lump and looked towards the window just as a flash of lightning illuminated the raging storm outside. Another shout drifted up from below, but between the wind and the rain on the rooftop all he could really hear was that the man banging on his door was clearly a pompou
FFM: Day 16 Challenge" and at that precise moment Celia jumped forward and hit him over the head with her aunts handbag - which as you know had previously been filled with gobstoppers - and Mr Anderson fell to the ground unconscious. It was quite a thing to see I tell you, but then your Granny always did have a good arm on her." He gave the boys a conspiratorial wink and puffed on his pipe.FFM: Day 16 Challenge in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"And well, after that your Grandmother and I rescued Snowdrop from Billy Anderson's tree fort and brought him safely back to the house."
Later on while their mother was buying ice cream from a street vendor, Malcolm turned to his brother with a puzzled expression. He was the elder of the two, but it had become clear at an early age that Tommy was the one in charge of their dynamic duo.
They visited their Grandparents every Sunday for tea, but it was only recently that their Grandfather had deemed them men enough to start hearing the famed stories of his youthful exploits.
After years of quiet anticipation over jus
FFM: Good MedicineThandi had been diagnosed with AIDS on Wednesday. It was things like this that made her feel relieved to be living in South Africa.FFM: Good Medicine in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Anywhere else in the world this would have been a life changing moment, it would have meant years of treatment and quite possibly death. But because she lived in S.A. she knew everything would be alright.
After all, it was in Africa that the cure had been discovered. The rest of the world had yet to catch on to the revelation that had been presented to them by the Minister of Health some years before; when she announced publicly that AIDS could be cured by ingesting garlic or beetroot, as both foods possessed incredible restorative powers.
Naturally everyone had been very relieved to hear such good news from their esteemed Minister Manto especially when combined with the announcement President Zuma made that said showering after sex would ensure you remained AIDS free. After all; everyone agreed, he of all people would know.
People felt safe in the knowled
FFM: Day 5 ChallengeRebecca stood in the shelter of the woods and watched the Soldiers as they dragged the dead men to the ancient circle.FFM: Day 5 Challenge in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her father, her two brothers, six other men and women. The instigators of the group, or so the Soldiers had decided. The rest of the rebels had been locked inside the town hall when they set the building alight. The scent of it was still clear on the morning air, a tang of smoke and burning things, another reminder of sorts.
The townspeople had been constrained to their homes, both unable and unwilling to see the carnage lying just beyond their doors. But Rebecca was still small, a pale, dark haired thing that could make her way through the woodland like a shadow when she chose. She had grown up in a household of men, motherless, and consequently practical and capable of getting things done herself. So when she knew what it was the Soldiers were planning to do with the bodies, she had had no choice but to follow. After all, this was her family they were taking, there w
FFM: Day 20 ChallengeThe femme fatale fell from the balcony with a strangled cry of horror. She died on impact.FFM: Day 20 Challenge in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She had been a nuisance, though to be fair, she had done it purely by accident. It was all horribly cliched.
Rosin didn't care what he had to do to obtain his objective, his intentions were entirely selfish, the result would not be even remotely justifiable by his actions, but he didn't care about that either. Obstacles were to be removed as and when they arose.
The difference engine was set to begin the countdown at midnight, and when it stopped, the face of London would be transformed. Exactly what form that transformation would take was difficult to say at this point. The calculations were a little vague. Rosin had brought along some goggles, just in case.
He settled back into the armchair he had placed on the balcony, perfectly situated with a view of the city skyline, and retrieved his pipe. The cake had gone over the edge with Sylvia, which was unfortunate. Rosin was fond of Black Forrest,
FFM: Day 21His hands were bloody as he knelt there in the dirty snow. Slow drips of red running down his forearms, his life flowing away into the ground.FFM: Day 21 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had haloed around her, a strangely beautiful mess, too bright in the monochromatic hues of the battlefield where everything was black and soot.
There was a whir of engines overhead as the warships fled. Many had fallen to enemy fire, listing towards the ground like great metal leviathans, their descent slow, inexorable, deadly. He crouched now in the twisted remains of one such. The flames had long since gone out.
He had somehow missed the exact moment of her passing. It had been small, unremarked. The gun felt heavy in his hands, as though burdened by some terrible weight.
He reached to her, fingertips hovering above her face, as though to touch. His hands were shaking. Above, a patch of blue sky opened up in-between the smog, the reflection passed across her eyes, staring, open.
There was a dimple in her cheek, the remnants of a
Loki Sequel 22We met on Captain Aitken's ship, so that we could finalize our plan before setting it into action. Kingfisher had already called to Manannan and Tim before I got there. I sensed them as I reached the hallway just outside the conference room and it made me hesitate. I had shed my illusion and would be known only as Loki now, not Feather, not anything else but Loki. I wasn't certain I was ready for it and I wondered if perhaps requesting Tim's presence had been a mistake. But like the moments before I killed Oracle, there was no turning back. I had set myself down this path and by my own nature, I would not stray from it. I brushed my fingers against the door and it opened. All talk ceased as I walked in.Loki Sequel 22 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had dressed with some thought, choosing one of the formal outfits I had worn when I was a Void-God. It hung between feminine and masculine, much as my own body did. The pants were loose and cut of black fabric, the shirt was long-sleeved with a v-neck collar, edged in silver. My jacke
Loki Sequel 13Fretter had not survived. I had hoped against all reason, perhaps but even as a god I could not impose my will on everything in this universe. He died when the engine exploded, not because he was left vulnerable to the fire, but because Sanguine performed one last act through his scion and took his life. I could not know what passed between the god and his subject in those last seconds but I could not find it in me to hate Sanguine for such an act. It was a thing of mercy, the last gift a god could give to a captured scion, and there was so little hope for escape that Sanguine could only assume that the will that had held Fretter safe in the void was that of an enemy god. Perhaps it was better this way, that Fretter die to the god he had served at a level too personal for me to understand, rather than at the hand of the God-Slayer. Ishtar laid his body out in an empty room so I could at least pay my respects. She stood in the doorframe, watching as I stared down at the emLoki Sequel 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Loki Sequel 10We returned to the detention wing for Phien and Hresh. This time, I could leave the cameras alone to a blank cell, as the records now indicated that these were empty and that Phien, Hresh, Merrat and myself were elsewhere. I let the guards wake behind us, their memories confused so that they would put in their own events of what had happened versions that would not involve myself or my Hounds. Then we were free. I had altered each of my Hound's clothing to match my own fatigues and we had taken rifles from the reserves in the detention control room. I was on edge as we walked through the corridors, keenly aware of the knife edge along which we balanced. It would only take one soldier questioning the system for Merrat's illusion to unravel. The scion of Sanguine need only ransack my double's mind to find that I had bound him thus, and he would know me for what I was. I felt like electricity danced along my skin, like I was hyper-aware of every breath in my lungs. Hresh touched myLoki Sequel 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Loki Sequel 9I needed to find my Hounds and ensure they were safe. I didn't particularly care what secrets they might divulge about the Hound-Gods, but I cared a great deal about what they could say about me and what I was. They'd need to be rescued and I could decide what to do from there about this warship and the crew of the Amiernes. This was the sort of thing they were trained for, after all, and while I could be clever at times I was only used to tending to my own wants and needs. If it were just me here on the Trey Fald I would be done and gone already. I decided to locate Phien first, as he would be the most likely to betray me to the scion. In fact, I was afraid that my time was limited in preventing him from doing just that. The worse the situation looked from his point of view, the more reason he would have to say something and if he believed me subdued and isolated, than there would be no reason to rid himself of a scion that had taken control of his life.Loki Sequel 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He had considered murder as an
Loki Sequel 8There was a lot that needed to be done and little time in which to do it. I estimated about fifteen minutes for the interceptors to haul our ship back to the warship, than another ten for them to get us docked. I got back to the common area right when the captain was wrapping up his explanation to the passengers. My Hounds were not in attendence and I received a few looks as I skirted past everyone and to our room further down the hallway. The door was half-open and I slipped in and shut it the rest of the way. Merrat and Phien were sorting our belongings on the floor and Sleipnir and Merrat were on the beds for lack of space on the floor. I dropped to my knees in the half-foot between the pile and the door and started to help.Loki Sequel 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Get everything we want hidden together and I'll see about disguising it," I said, "I can't gaurantee they won't have a sensative check the ship so I'll just do my best and hope human incompetence comes into play."
Some people were more aware of when a god's wil
Loki Sequel 6I told Hresh stories as we walked, not because she showed an interest, but because she was silent and I felt an overwhelming urge to fill that void with something. I told her how Yggdrasil had been created and then transplanted to another world when it became clear that Earth would fall into Anteilis's sway and Etci was willing to let it go. I told her how Tempest had once been human and how he and Bast had warred against each other over the fate of the cat-goddess's people. I told her how Kingfisher had become a bird and swallowed the spark of a dying sun and how it had burned him so that he spat it back out and how it was harnessed by mortals to carry them across the stars. Some of these stories had truth in them, some of them were created so the mortals would believe what truth we wished them to. Some of them were invented by the poets and storytellers and persisted because no god would dare attempt to eradicate an idea, not since the shattering of Kingfisher's people.Loki Sequel 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I did not tel
Loki Sequel 3Here is the problem with being a god, or a scion of a god, or even a Hound with access to a god's power: one must understand reality in order to manipulate reality. Understand it, and then be able to see past what is and see what could be to disregard the structures of the universe we had been imprisoned by our entire existence. Artists and musicians sometimes caught glimpses of the other side of this veil but they could only describe what they saw. Gods brought their visions to being. Without a clear understanding of how our current reality functions, however, it was much like trying to hammer a square peg into a round hole. With enough brute force, it could be done, but it was inefficient and taxed a god's power.Loki Sequel 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Which is why I had learned how to fix things by hand in the manner of mortals. With one of the two pilots of the Heron hovering over me as I worked, I was very thankful that I had taken the time to do this. I suspected that he had an inkling of what it was I was disassemblin
Loki SequelThe engine was a sphere of liquid power, churning and coiling in itself like the sun, tendrils of energy exposing their white bellies to the membrane that held it all in check. It hung suspended in the heart of the ship, thrumming like the organ it emulated, sending white-hot life searing through the metal veins that held us safe from the void beyond. It was not a natural thing. It burned only because the breath of a god spun it into being.Loki Sequel in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I stood at the edge of the walkway that surrounded its middle, leaning as far out over the railing as I dared. Even contained, the heat still seared at my pale cheeks and left them feeling raw. The engineering team were easily recognizable from the rest of the crew as we were the only ones that did not have the lifeless pallor from months without the sun. We burned from the ruddy tan of our Chief Engineer to my own blistered apple-red that peeled and returned to white without even a nod in the direction of brown. Behind me, Dancer manned the
Revised Eddas ExcerptI was never troubled by these problems while I was on a mission. I expended enough of my talent that there was none left to snap with, as Legionum made sure to assign Mathias and I to the dangerous ones, the missions where a marlin was a necessity. They never told me more than the goal, as Mathias handled the details and planned our approach, navigated politics and people. I was a far more blunt tool and Mathias ensured that I was used where it was most appropriate. I felt alive in those moments, when I had nothing to fall back on except my own abilities, my own strength, and the raw talent waiting to be shaped to my will.Revised Eddas Excerpt in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Confrontation had always been my strong suit in life.
We'd been operating in Russka for some time now. One of the junior agents in our group, Gunnar, was investigating a suspected weapons smuggling operation that seemed to have Eddan citizens involved. Since he was of average talent and more suited for research and shifting through intelligence, myself and Mathias we
InfectedThe hunters came for me first. Pastor had moved me into the church basement a dim cellar of cement with one light the went out whenever it stormed and set up a narrow cot for me to sleep on in one corner on the uneven floor. He locked the door at the top of the stairs and I wasn't sure if he was trying to protect me from overzealous townsfolk unwilling to wait for the hunters or if he believed I had murdered the doctor. Old Telly, the post master with chronic asthma, had found his body. It had been torn in half lengthwise, a jagged seam starting at the shoulder down to the hip, the ribcage popped open like a peanut shell, and then discarded on the floor of his exam room with the bright lights and the cold white surfaces drenched with red. There was nothing else disturbed all his medicines were locked away in their cabinet, his tools were untouched and his computer had been left alone even though he had a habit of not locking it under a password when he was away froInfected in Short Stories More Like This
Living FixFixLiving Fix in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Those eyes glitter without shame
Those lips could steal away my pain
One glance that makes me feel inside
What I can't, what I deny
My hearts a living metronome
Begging you to take me home
Can you hear its stuttering starting
Sunburn from your grin is smarting
Play me, break me, pull me down
Bleed me till my memory drowns
Need you there to give the hit
Cause youre my, youre my, living fix
Whispers from the inky night
Forget to care whats wrong or right
My life is sealed upon your kiss
My reservations steam with mist
My hands quiver, clenching, curling
I can feel your wings unfurling
Simple need, you're all I'm yearning
My blood freezes, senses burning
Play me, break me, pull me down
Bleed me till my memory drowns
Need you there to give the hit
Cause you're my, you're my, living fix
Spider's webI dangle from your spider's webSpider's web in Free Verse More Like This
Hanging on your every word
This loving, evil dark fixation
I wish i could say is absurd
The gossamer tendrils stretch between
My heart and head
You and me
Its funny how I get obsessed
Like alice down a rabbit's hole
All i can say is, I'm impressed
Willingly selling you my soul
Your gossamer threads stretch between
Life or death
For you or me
Any regrets that I may have
Haven't shown me their face
I've chosen my path and i will walk it
Headily leaping into fate
These shimmering threads tie me to
This life and path
Me to you
For My BrotherI hate to speak of love unbrokenFor My Brother in Free Verse More Like This
It shatters just by being spoken
I have a promise, fragile thing,
I value more than anything
Whether it happens now or then
Whether a lover, or a friend
Through the pain and ecstasy
I have you for eternity
When I called, you always came
Your wild soul I helped to tame
We changed, shifting, as we grew
Taking paths that that neither knew
Whether it happens now or then
Maybe my partner, always my friend
Ive stopped guessing what ensues
Cause youve got me,
And Ive got you.
Let me fadeRhyming's insufficientLet me fade in Free Verse More Like This
And these words are inefficient
Can't say what I need to
I'm running from you.
Can't say it to your face
Please don't let this be a chase
Nothing can replace
You to me
Nothing can erase.
And I want to see you
Even for a glimpse
But your existence kills my reverie
When I've more pain in memories
Please let me go
Let me die
Let me fade
But I stop there.
The words that I could say, I would stay
Halt not even at the tip of my tongue
But in the box in my throat
I admit I'm afraid
Somewhat of you
But more of what you, what I love about you
Makes me look at, and face
I'm so tired
I just want to collapse
And I can't stand to let you see me this weak.
Please let me go
Let me die
Let me fade
SmileThe ice breaks on a winter morningSmile in Other More Like This
Breaking the river into fragmented jewels
My ever present sense of mourning
Threatens to overwhelm me, too
But I felt silent, to wait a while
To catch offguard the river's smile
The world awakens from her mourning
And I, with her, awaken too
I've been patient all this while
And maybe, quickly, catch your smile
But the quickened, springy morning
Has not given me her jewels
A liquid burning waits hides no while
I'll flash my darkened, wicked smile
Rising with the fire's morning
My eyes glitter, diamond jewels
I've hidden well my need of mourning
And risen up to my sky too
The trees are showing off their jewels
Fruits of harvest, none of mourning
They'll give life to this one too
And my breath catches for no wile
I'm too jaded to a smile
I'm the false dawn morning
The shadows play without me too,
Dancing up the streets, but while
Equal shadows lurk in my smile
No joy is longer held in morning
Or within my precious jewels
Nothing on earth equals my mourni
She's My DevilIcy as sunlight, as merciless as stoneShe's My Devil in Other More Like This
Arrested by those eyes, I can feel down in my bones
There's more to her than most, and I know what it is
But do I dare to bring it up, and chance to end this bliss?
Yet I cannot live a lie, and I swear that no half-truth
Shall ever cross these lips of mine while my mind stands aloof
She's beautiful at skin, and beautiful at heart
And if she would just fall for me...but no...no, I won't start
The aching, the burning, the craving inside
Is all the more powerful for being denied
Living by my pain, and loving in my bones
I want to bring her back to a safe home
But whatever is inside of her, a pure or wrathful seed
Would tear up and drag me down and love to watch me bleed
Smoother than satin, colder than steel
From the little black dress to the two-inch high-heels
And I'm not sure if I can resist
The temptation to dash up and to steal a kiss
Whatever the cost, I would gladly pay
Just to see her smile for the space of a day
To hold her to light, and wat
This is my songForever is overThis is my song in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It ends every day
Washing the lifetimes
And lifelines, away
The colors faded
To sepia grey
Shades upon phantoms
Ghosts always will stay
Our love lost its roses
The tears left my loss
Eyes closed, i pray that
The world falls around us
Forever is always
Just never today
Trust is the liar
She's never the same
Her love's lost its roses
The tears left her frown
But still, in her eyes
The world falls on down.
LoveA brush against her rose bud lipsLove in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That open, faithful, to my kiss
The simple, overwhelming bliss
Signals what could come of this
Our fingers entertwining now
We're gonna make it work somehow
Cause I've found what love is now
And we can make it work somehow
We're skin to soul, and head to heart
An archer with her deadly dart
And now we're standing at the start
Of when she missed, and hit her mark
Our fingers intertwining now
We're gonna make it work somehow
Cause I've found what love means now
And we can make it work somehow
Now press your body close to mine
We'll savor slowly fleeting time
Kissing hard at each stop sign
We pray that we've the rest of time
Our arms and wrists are clinging tight
To an eternal growing light
And we'll cling with all our might
I'll never let you leave my sight
Our fingers entertwining now
We're gonna make it work somehow
You taught me how to love, and now
I know that I'll survive, somehow
When We WakeWhen I find a way to describe youWhen We Wake in Free Verse More Like This
I will burn it off my tongue
Because I swore I wouldn't write again
I swallow words back in my lungs
You pawed at my body
I clung to your mind
As the empyrean ether
Kissed our conscience goodbye
Abandoned, I reached for open air
And clawed the stars down from heaven
But I knew you weren't there
As we'll never be forgiven
Slick, stagnant, purple irises
Tremble timidly within their caresses
The hunger we crave we cannot face
As we dance behind locked doors
To the tune of their guesses
I still can taste your tongue in my mouth
The pollution is growing, within me~without
Your touch to restrict the incoming dark
I burned and crumbled in the heat of your heart
I feel you, I fold you, you bend me, so bold, you~
Are at the heart of what holds me in place
Stand there and shimmer, your leather, my lace,
And nothing will haunt me but a glimpse of your face
So sink your needle in my elbow's embrace
One more fight, one more flight, one more chase <
Bite me.The heat shimmers through the skylineBite me. in Free Verse More Like This
And vibrates in her veins
It's the commotion of the ocean,
The blood lust in her brain
And it tastes like rust and whiskey
Keeps her burning late at night
The consciousness consumes her
As her callousness ignites
Her hands scratch out sonatas
Her teeth buried in your wrist
So her face evades your mind
Dissolving into mist
In my unchanging lifeIn a life that never changesIn my unchanging life in Concrete Poetry More Like This
why do you have such an effect
you shouldn't be so special
I must have some brain defect
It's worse than global warming
my world is changing too fast
you're sweeping my feet away
my legs weren't built to last
In a life that never changes
you sure do stick out
while the others steadily talk
just to be different you sliently shout
But you don't need to prove your worth
with tall tales or the red blood you bleed
because from you a hug and a smile
are all I will ever need
You're simply my moon in the starry sky
my sun through the mist
but in my unchanging world
it seems you're too good to exist
Heart failureMy heart is going to failHeart failure in Concrete Poetry More Like This
trying to beat it's way out of my chest
doing it's best to get to you
so you can lay your head down and rest
It shouldn't be healthy
to feel calm like this
despite the buterflies in my chest
I know something is amiss
I can feel all the adrenaline
pumping through my veins
it's like too many cars
without enough lanes
I need a way out
I need a release
and not until you're here with me
will my heart be at peace
BurnsHere we go againBurns in Concrete Poetry More Like This
should've seen it coming
but if I'd known it was this way
I would've already started running
Too bad I can't keep up
with this life and it's turns
I can never get out early
as proof I'll show you the burns
I've got them all over my heart
right there! Can't you see
and never fading off of me
I carry these burns
as a mark of my past
to remind to to get back up
and the pain I can outlast
freedom callingI missed something herefreedom calling in Concrete Poetry More Like This
as I'm growing up so fast
time's no longer standing still
I knew it couldn't last
I blinked and it was gone
my time has slipped away
sitting here I wonder
what happened to yesterday
As the golden sunsets fade
and the snow of winter falls
in my life something is changing
it really is that my freedom calls
WhiteI know what I wantWhite in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but I don't know what's right
I don't know how
but I know for you I'll fight
Wrote you a poem
to try to win your heart
I'm trying to steal yours
before you take mine apart
Wrote you a poem
and I'm calling it white
because I hope in the end
you'll see the pure white light
I think of you
as I lie awake every night
the only star that stands out
even in dreams you shine so bright
In real life
you shine even more
it's almost blinding
when you walk in the door
And I hope someday
when you look at me
surrounded in that white light
only you can see
Then will come the moment
the moment all feels right
where I say I'll love you forever
and I'll hold you so tight
Without you I'd be dead
I'd lose all that white light
I'd turn red
without you in sight
So I'll love you right
it's what you deserve
and the pure white love
we will preserve
Someone specialI go to sleep every nightSomeone special in Free Verse More Like This
with your name
etched out on my lips
with your face lighting up
the back of my eye lids
and with your laugh
singing me, a lullaby
I lie there every night
with the weight of your head
resting on my chest
while the thought of tomorrow
with you by my side
lets me rest
Every morning I wake you
to a perfect kiss
because I know it's been too long
since I whispered your name
and I don't want to miss
another moment with you
and your shy smile
that sets my heart pounding
even at seven in the morning
And as I go through the day
you're never far away
I always keep you close
in my thoughts
because I could never forget
your piercing green eyes
or the promise of forever
that I made to you
Feeling the reasonLove is a feelingFeeling the reason in Concrete Poetry More Like This
that keeps on giving
love is a reason
to keep on living
There is a reason
we fall so fast, so hard, so far
there's a reason
we only ever land on one shining star
Love is a feeling
that no one can explain
it's a feeling
that no one can contain
Love is the reason
we do everything we do
love has no rules
it's always coming true
Love is the feeling
that takes over your mind
love is the reason
everyone can be kind
For love is a reason
if there ever was one
to feel pain and sorrow
that your life is now done
Love summaryI don't know why I'm writingLove summary in Concrete Poetry More Like This
but I know who it's for
that girl who loves me
and that I love even more
It's a special bond
the two of us
and talking to you
there is no fuss
it's so natural
meant to be
we fit together
So why do I feel
so torn in two
when the feelings I have
are just for you
there's no one else
in the world I know
that'll be on my mind
wherever I go
I know you're the one
so why don't I feel
like I should wrap it up
and fit it with a seel
just to know we're together
and what we feel is true
because it'll never be as simple as
just plain old me and you
MeaningsIf life is ripe for the takingMeanings in Concrete Poetry More Like This
why do our hearts keep breaking
since no one can find the meaning of life
why do we bother living through all the strife
Do we really enjoy
living with only pain
watching every girl and every boy
passing underground only touched by constant rain
Do we seek answers
to questions we can't comprehend
no but we submit to cancers
and other diseases around every bend
So can we find life's meaning
in the depths of the rain or the sun
like towards where the sunflowers are leaning
for I don't want to live without one
So maybe there is a way
to make life seem better
maybe you just need to look where I say
maybe like at life's second letter
I need a heroI can't make excusesI need a hero in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
even if I tried
I wouldn't know what to say
I'm tounge tied
I don't know for how long
but it's been a long time coming
this sad realization that I waited
I waited too long to start running
I can't save myself
everything is catching up to me
all the mistakes that I've made
all of the dead dreams that would never be
Not even a hero could save me now
no amazing ideas are coming to my head
nothing I do will make a difference
why couldn't I be someone else instead