How?How? in Short Stories More Like This
Melted into a silver hoop and coated in diamonds was a beautiful piece of art. Laid in a velvet box, it was waiting to be exposed. It was to sparkle in the recipient's eyes, as it's own eye struck the sun. To begin a bond. It was the ring that would keep them together. How it longed to slide upon the skin.
It was a rainy spring day in Paris. A young man, almost thirty, walked through the halls of a college. He stopped at a door and made eye contact with the elder sitting in his desk.
"Ah, Arthur. What brings you here?" he asked. "Ariadne's not here."
"I know. I came to see you." Arthur told him, removing his fedora. "I have a favor to ask."
"Well what is it?" Miles scanned through a student's homework. A velvet box was brought to his attention. It opened like an oyster holding a pearl.
"I'm going to ask her to marry me." He said. Miles observed the diamond band.
"My goodness." The Professor was in slight disbelief. "You want to marry?"
"I know I said before that my job was my life. But
Cinderella's Second ChanceAs the workday came to a conclusion, Ariadne felt excitement rush in. She had to run strait over to the salon and then to her place to get ready. The occasion; her first masquerade party. Since she was little, she always wanted to go to one and tonight she was going to.Cinderella's Second Chance in Short Stories More Like This
"How's the drawing going?" Arthur asked from a distance.
"They look great."
"Are you almost finished? They need to be done today."
"Just one second " Ariadne made one last change and dropped the pencil. "I'll leave them here for you to look at. Bye, see you tomorrow." She said quickly as she left the warehouse. No one had a chance to respond. Arthur looked at Eames, then Yusuf. Duke, the new Extractor, starred at the exit.
"Well she's in a hurry for something." He said with a laugh.
"She's been a lot happier lately." Said Yusuf. "I mean, happier than usual. You think she has a date?"
"I'll rip him apart if she does." Said Eames.
"She can do whatever she wants now." Said Arthur, neatly stacking the papers off the de
DiamondDiamond in Short Stories More Like This
An Armani tuxedo has never been so useful. It was for an event Arthur didn't think he'd be the star in. But it was happening; he was getting married.
He asked his girlfriend in front of the Eiffel Tower, her favorite place, by giving her a tough maze to solve. The message, 'Ariadne, will you marry me?' was hidden in the paths. It didn't take long for her to drop the maze to cover her mouth.
Two hundred guests were waiting in the pews of Cathedral Notre Dame anticipating the arrival of the bride. The bride herself was in a backroom with her four bridesmaids, looking up at the clock every second.
"Will you relax?" Mirra asked after inspecting Bernadette, Ariadne's dress.
"I'm trying." Ariadne insisted, looking at herself in the mirror.
"If you have to barf, do it in the urn and not on the dress."
Ariadne chuckled insecurely and looked down at the details of her dress. It wasn't a strapless princess-like ball gown covered in sparkles but was a light gold slim-line gown. The lacy dress had
Laughing GasAs Ariadne entered the warehouse for another day at work, she started sketching the buildings quickly. She didn't even greet Arthur whose eyes were locked to his laptop. Yusuf looked up from his experimenting table but then got back to work. Eames was sitting around, doing nothing.Laughing Gas in Short Stories More Like This
The scratching of her pencil echoed through the giant room. Eames raised his eyebrows in curiosity. What was she doing? He walked over to her work station.
"You haven't said a word since you came here darling." He cooed.
"I'm working." She told him firmly, not even nudging her eyes off the paper.
"Working awfully fast." He observed. "How can you draw that quickly and still make it look nice?"
"Eames, I'm trying to get my work done here. I have to make a concert hall, ok? So get a coffee or something."
"Bloody hell, what has your panties in a bunch?"
Ariadne dropped her pencil on the desk.
"If you must know, I have to leave early today to get a cavity removed." She didn't sound too thrilled. Eames sensed some
Rebellion 3 Sighing, he glanced around the room. Bored. Dear god, he was bored. The sixteen year old's gaze slid towards the bunk next to him. Brooklyn sat on the bed reading a book reading a book, a pair of headphones on his head as he mouthed the words. Was he even really reading the book or trying to look busy? Whatever, he clearly didn't want to talk.Rebellion 3 in Teen More Like This
Echo turned his eyes towards Reilly's bunk across the room. Standing next to it, the small brunet brushed his hair, occasionally running his fingers through the long, thick strands. Why was Reilly so obsessed with his hair? Sure, it was pretty but damn...wait, what the hell? Why was he thinking this way about the other male? It was just...wrong.
Flopping down on the bed, he stared at the ceiling. Bored. Bored. Dear god, he was bored.
Rebellion 2 Alright, darling. There are twenty five kids here at Camp Whatever. Reilly said, holding up one small hand and opening and closing it five times. The teenager motioned towards one of the brightly colored cabins with the same hand before letting it rest on his hip. Thirteen girls and twelve boys. Were allowed to talk to the girls but not in the cabins, like anything would happen anyway.Rebellion 2 in Teen More Like This
Following his newfound friend, Echos gaze traveled over the area, taking in all of the new sights. A flash of pink caught his eye and he turned his head to look at the group of girls gathered around a bright pink table. Turning back to look at Reilly, he let his eyes slide over the boys slim figure, taking in the almost feminine curves.
Oh. And thats not allowed either.
Arador - Chapter 01Arador - Chapter 01 in General Fiction More Like This
Tadwin College for Creative Minds was a well known name to those that lived in or around Arador. It only admitted the most creative students as the name suggests. The age of students ranged from sixteen to nineteen. It was at this college that a young girl was to find out that college isnt just about learning
Raiki Colt, a seventeen year old red-head, was starting her first day at the college. She was now a part of the campus in Arador, a place dominated by students. She had started a year late, transferred from a different college that she didnt feel was challenging her enough.
Raiki stared around her in amazement. Everywhere she looked there were groups of students dressed in their finest clothes. Raiki herself was wearing a pale purple dress that reached just above her knee.
At least I dont look too out of place then. She said, dragging her suitcase to the small cottage that she would be living at. When she finally reached the do
Second Level Chapt. 7Second Level Chapt. 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So. The great Donicon, brought down at last. And who is this pitiful whelp? Surely you know, Donicon, that the death you just saved him from is by far preferable to the one he'll get now?" The effect of his arrogant words was obvious to someone who knew Donicon as well as I did. Already tense, Donicon became so stiff that I wondered if he would snap from sheer stress. But, as always, he bore the insults and threats, and I could almost see his mind working, trying to find a way out of this dangerous mess.
Finally after what seemed like years, but in reality was only a few seconds, Donicon stepped forward, surreptitiously pushing me behind him as he did so. He deliberately raised one wing, and cuffed the Mescar on the head with it. I winced, hearing the smack and remembering the feeling from when I had made a particularly stupid and obvious mistake. But the Mescars' reactions were extreme. They crowded together as they tried to get out of the way of thei
Best Friends Forever..Tight as a knot, we are bound together.Best Friends Forever.. in Free Verse More Like This
Although we're still young, we'll be friends forever.
So many memories, even more to be made.
The tears, and the laughter . . . May they never fade.
From birthdays, and barbies, to boyfriends, and bras.
We've made it this far, like Dorothy to Oz.
The parties, the fun, the jokes played at school.
The times when we agreed what was, and wasn't cool.
I hope I'll never lose you, you're my very best friend.
I know that we'll always stick together, 'till the end.
SavagesSavages in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The stage ride was monotonous. A family of six, all crammed in a carriage pell-mell on a jarring, dusty ride in the middle of nowhere for one and a half weeks and counting. Watching the lifeless, dry scenery was painful. Back in England, Edith would never have let the courtyard get so brown. Jess smiled to herself as she thought of what the maid's face would look like if she could see this desert. She sighed, and slumped heavily against the window, trying her best to politely keep her face turned from the Admiral's snoring.
"Jessamine! Sit up!"
Jess jumped with surprise and was snapped back from any reverie. Under her grandmother's scorching glare, Jess forced herself to sit up straight in a back-cracking posture typical of an English woman with good breeding; although, that was hard to do on such a rutted road. She held her breath and waited for her scolding.
"Jessamine, how many times must I remind you that a proper Englishwoman does not lax her posture." Grandmother snapped. "Honest
Reversed Time DreamspaceElements of Artificial DreamspaceReversed Time Dreamspace in Short Stories More Like This
Article #R: Reversed Reality: A world gone backwards
A common finding among most Architects who create dreamspace environments is that they are unable to make changes very basic laws of the universe, one of them being the law of time.
A hypothesis put forward by scientists in the 2040's suggest that Architects cannot alter or reverse time (and this everything else in relation) as what we know about time is perhaps ingrained so deep in our consciousness or the 'very fiber of our being,' as philosophers in Greece were quoted in saying.
However, thanks to recent developments in dreamspace technology computer programming has allowed Dreamers, Architects and other enthusiastic sleepers a means to get around this barrier.
Now that computer programs can participate as persons in individual and shared dreaming, the programs can act as the Architect and Dreamer (and thus be a fool proof decoy for hostile projections) and be used by people to create and alter dr
Obsessed with InceptionTen Ways You Know You are Obsessed with 'Inception':Obsessed with Inception in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
10. You have a sudden fetish for architecture.
9. You start carrying around a silver briefcase and tell all your friends, when they ask what's inside, that it's classified dream business.
8. Mal sabatoges all of your dreams.
7. You fling yourself off a building because the kick will wake you up, right???
6. 7-47's become your favorite aircraft to fly in.
5. Men in three-piece suits are the only things that attract you.
4. All the history in your computer has one word in common: 'dream'.
3. When someone asks you what your line of business is, you reply, "Subconscious extraction. Yours?"
2. Before going to bed, you make a point to use the restroom for fear of it raining while you sleep.
1. You go to the train station and ask for a ticket to "Where You Hope You Will Go-ville"
Who took your smile away?Who took your beautiful smile away,Who took your smile away? in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How did they stole your innocence.
Can I offer my soul to have it back,
Or simply tell you a joke to see you smile.
Can I search in my memory,
To recall the way you used to smile.
Everywhere I go,
Theres always something to remind me,
Of the way that you and me
Shared those beautiful life moments.
But the thing that I remember the most
Is that beautiful smile of yours
That keeps living in my soul
I'm on a life long journey
Through the mighty universe
in search of perfection
And I hope that one day
While starting at the far away stars
I see your smile once again
Until the end of time...
Flying With HicksteadFlying With Hickstead in Free Verse More Like This
I feel your strength beneath my hand
The raw power that belongs only to you
Yet together we fly, gracefully we land
Together there is nothing we cannot do
In frenzied excitement your steps eat up the ground
Your breathing is heavy, so loud in my ear
I hear nothing else, not a single sound
You move with confidence and I hardly need to steer
We come to the bars, long, narrow and black
I feel your body shift, readying to fly
And we know there's no turning back
I lean in close, as you leap, rising so high
For a moment time seems to stand still
Suspended in air, hanging over the bar
We're both in the moment, such a thrill
And then we descend, like a shooting star
It is then that I hear the roar of the crowd
The cheers for our victory filling the air
And as I lean against your neck I feel proud
This is our moment, we won as a pair
When they ask how I feel now that I've won
I smile and say, while I look at you, tossing your head
A laugh falls from my lips, enjoying the fun
I couldn't have don