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It took less than twenty minutes to feed; Lestat dumped the body of the young prostitute in a dumpster hiding her in and around the bags. He had only ten minutes left, he was about to go back home, when he saw something. Under a street lamp, he saw a stall. He was in the French Market so seeing a stall was hardly surprising, but it was what was in the stall that caught his attention. It was a flower store. There was a little girl in a white dress with red hair sitting in front of it holding some daffodils trying to get people to shop there. The Stall contained lots of vases full of different types of flowers of different colours and kinds.
Lestat just then realised he didn't even know Louis's favourite flower. He walked up to the store and looked at each flower, the pink ones, the blue ones, the red ones, green, green was Louis's favourite colour, but there was no green flower here. The little girl looked at him as Lestat stroked the flowers. She didn't kno
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"Louis!" Lestat screamed and reached out for him trying to catch him, he was just about to touch him when he suddenly disappeared. Lestat panted looking around the black space filled with floating candles "Louis!! Where are you?!"
"This is Hell Lestat"
Lestat turned to see Nicolas standing behind him "Hell is a horrible place, as you know, you didn't think Louis would be the first thing you saw, grab him and go back home did you?"
Lestat bowed his head in shame, as he saw Louis, those were the very thoughts going in his head, that in a matter of moments they would be living happily ever after.
Nicolas sighed "Lestat, this is Hell, and it is going to be more complicated than you think"
Lestat looked up at Nicolas and felt guilt. Nicolas was helping him, to save Louis, and yet this was most likely the last thing he wanted to do. Lestat went over to Nicolas, placing his hands on his shoulders and pulled him into a deep kiss. He felt Nicolas tense, his whole b
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Louis was too weak to get home, Lestat had to carry him there, and though Louis said nothing else to Lestat during the trip home, Lestat felt heavy weights of guilt fall on his shoulders. Louis was right, where was Lestat when Louis needed him most, Louis was in pain, Louis was crying, Louis was screaming his name, screaming for help, and Lestat didn't come. This was Armand's fault Lestat had thought to make himself feel a little better and less of fault, but no, it didn't help, a horrible thought came to Lestat, more guilt fell on him when he thought it was Louis's fault, Lestat had wanted to go with him, to protect him, but no Louis refused, it was Louis's fault not his, not his. But the more he thought that, the more guilt came on him.
At home Lestat put Louis on the bed and began dressing him. Louis's didn't move and lay there panting heavily, wincing every now and then when Lestat made him move. Louis was still in light tears, and was very, very weak. Lesta
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It had been a month since Tristan's birthday and Lestat was feeling happy. Lestat had forgotten about Louis, when he heard the name Louis anywhere, spoken by mortals, written in magazines, Lestat's mind was blank, when Lestat saw something green, he thought nothing of it. Lestat had forgotten Louis.
Midnight, winter, the beginning of October started. Lestat and Nicolas walked through the high streets, between them both Tristan walked holding the hand of his two fathers. The night was cold, but the two vampires didn't mind, Tristan on the other hand was wrapped up warm, a light blue coat, a cream wool hat, a light blue and white knitted scarf, and some tiny mittens. Some light blue legwarmers and matching earmuffs.
They were out buying Halloween costumes for them three. Tristan had never been trick or treating before, his abusive parents wouldn't allow it, he used to watch other children do it, and he always watched sadly.
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Lestat stared at the vampire on his knees before him. He still couldn't believe it. Memnoch had taken Louis, and in exchange given him his Nicolas back. Lestat couldn't tear his eyes away from him, even though he wanted to so much, and at the same time he didn't. Nicolas de Lenfent was here, he was alive again as a vampire, just the same as he died as one. He really did look weak, slightly pathetic to Lestat, he was scared, but what shocked Lestat the most was what he saw in his old lover's eyes, relief, and happiness. But for the moment, Lestat did not know what Nicolas was happy about.
"L-Lestat?" He said softly
How it hurt to hear his voice again, and how strange it sounded saying his name in such a peaceful tone. Lestat inhaled sharply and began to tremble slightly as he looked down on Nicolas, once the only person Lestat could ever love. Nicolas stood up, the suit that was once worn by Memnoch now on Nicolas hung off him slightly. His hair was let down
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When Tristan had finally fallen asleep Lestat tucked him into his bed and went outside closing the door. Nicolas sat in the middle of the floor crossed legged his face sad, up to the moment of tears. Lestat stared at him. Nicolas was the first man he had ever loved, and he had loved him very much, guilt was over him for years after he had turned him, it still ran in him up today even when he was with Louis, but Louis made him happy, to happy to remember guilt. Lestat remembered when he saw Louis as a mortal, the real reason Lestat followed him, the real reason why Lestat ever wanted Louis to begin with, was because Louis did look like Nicolas, he once loved Louis, pretending it was Nicolas. But after Lestat had loved Louis for who he was he felt ashamed to have wanted Louis as a replacement for Nicolas. But now, when he stared at his ex-lover Nicolas, all Lestat saw, was Louis. Did this mean he would love Nicolas again to feel like he was with Louis?
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Nicolas came home as soon as the passionate kiss between Lestat and Louis ended, he saw them hugging and went into the other room. Lestat sighed. Tristan woke up and saw Louis, his rubbed his eyes a bit and gasped and ran into his arms
"Mama! Louis! I missed you soo much!" he cried and began to cry happy tears
Louis started to cry too and held his son kissing his head and forehead over and over holding him close to him "I missed you too my son, my beautiful son" he whispered and kissed his little nose
Lestat watched happily as they hugged finding their way back to each other at last. He hugged him family close and kissed Louis again holding him and his son. Tristan smiled as their little family was back. He held his doll close to him and kissed it.
"Louis, wait here!" he cried and went into the other room. Louis waited with Lestat so happy again and Tristan came out holding a different doll "This is for you, your birthday present"
Louis smiled happily and
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"Louis I'm board!" Lestat whined again
This had been going on for some time. They were both in their apartment on the sofa. Louis just wanted to read, he wanted peace and quiet, Lestat of course did not help Louis with what he wanted. Louis ignored Lestat and forced on his book, Lestat didn't accept that, He shook Louis by his shoulders from behind hard until Louis dropped his book. Louis sighed and turned to Lestat, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear.
"I know you're board, living forever can be can be boring, you should have thought of that before you got your vampire body back from Raglan James"
Lestat hugged Louis from behind "I know, but Louis, I'm board! Plus if I didn't get my body back we wouldn't be together now would we?" He kissed Louis's cheek sweetly
"Yes, very true, but if you're board go find something to do"
"Like what?!" Lestat whined in a childish tone
Louis sighed "Go and taught victims"
"I've done that already!"
"Go for a walk then"
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"No, no, no Lestat stop!" Louis laughed
"How can I when you are so cute?" Lestat said in Louis ear as he continued to tickle Louis round the waist.
Louis struggled but Lestat's strength powers over his pinning him down on their fabric sofa. Louis giggled and laughed his arms and legs waving and kicking frantically under Lestat. Lestat smiled down on him, how he loved to see his lover laughed, especially when he was the one to cause it. Louis, his eyes were closed, a small rosy blush was forming under them, his hair waved as if it were in wind, his mouth forming some of the cutest sounds a person could ever do.
"Oh Lestat please stop!"
"Ok, ok I will" He stopped and watched Louis recover, watched his chest steadily go up and down as he panted, Louis dropped his hands above his head on the pillow facing upwards, the fingers curled in slightly towards his palm, Louis moaned, looked up at Lestat, and noticed how he was looking at him.
"What? Why are you staring?"
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"Louis my love wake up" Spoke Lestat in a low sweet voice as he shook Louis's shoulder gently.
Louis groaned and shook his head keeping his eyes closed. He curled his fingers more around the sheets of the bed and pulled them over his head burying his face into the pillow. He heard Lestat laugh
"Louis, don't you even know what today is?"
Louis groaned again in response "Please Lestat......let me sleep"
"No" Lestat gripped his hand around Louis's wrist and pulled, bringing his face to his "Louis" He said gently "You must know what today is"
Louis shook his head "No"
Lestat sighed "It's October 4th Louis, it's your birthday"
Louis gasped, his birthday? He didn't know today was his birthday, he hadn't celebrated it in years "I-is it really?"
"Of course Louis, and I have a present for you"
Louis looked up at his lover, his eyes were bright and happy as if it were is birthday "You got me a present?"
"Well yes!" He laughed "How would it show my love if I didn't get you anything,
feed me to the wolvesi'm suffocating.feed me to the wolves in Free Verse More Like This
my chest wants to
and my skin sweats
in time with cigarettes
and all this alcohol
i've fallen headfirst
all to protect myself
(my own head is
my worst enemy)
and my fear-
this world i've
is ten times worse
than i imagined
how can i be
if i can't feel a thing
(but needles in my veins)
save me, save me
i'm far too gone to realize
this hole in my chest
is eating at
and desire can't fix everything
(swaying hips, pretty lips)
you might trap me
beneath the weight
of all your lies
but i was broken
you broke my bones
Forget My Number, I Don't WantShe left a pretty-girl shaped holeForget My Number, I Don't Want in Free Verse More Like This
Inside my heart
And I filled it with memories
That I made up
Because I can't bear to
I covered up the scar
With cigarette stains
But the pills I'm taking
Haven't dulled the pain.
And sweetheart I can promise you
That I won't hate you now
But I can't call you my friend
And I won't pretend
No I won't pretend
That you or me can be friends
Spaceman:Who Am I?Who am I? It was, in theory, the ultimate question. As I understood it, it was somehow given to be the question that could somehow explain our existence, and what that even meant. I had once been of the opinion that in order to be sentient, you had to ask yourself the question, but in order to be sane, you couldn't know how. And yet here it was, the final question on a mandatory written exam, waiting for an answer.Spaceman:Who Am I? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a tiny, three word question that was given way too much credit; no answer to this question would ever explain anything to anyone. Life and the human condition were way too complicated to ever be explained by the answer to that measly, insignificant phrase.
The government just wanted to know how I thought of myself and what sort of person I was, all probably decided by following a simple little chart they had set in front of one of the ten thousand idiots who would grade the test. It was just a mind-game, a test that was going to be read by some analyst who
horror movieI'm stuck so helplesshorror movie in Free Verse More Like This
where I can see just what went wrong
and say it, say it, like
watching me make that fatal mistake
(look down, look up
put me through a machine
we can speed up the polaron beam
fire through a worm hole
(hit the sun, reverse polarity,
land in yesterday
where I can pretend this didn't happen)
and we are stuck
stuck to chairs
(and as they say,
we sit on tracks
and as spectators all we can say is
'no! don't open the door,
the killer's on the other side and-)
Don't LeaveJust because I neverDon't Leave in Free Verse More Like This
Kissed you when you asked
Just because I couldn't
Quite complete the task
It's just why
I'll end up alone
It's just why
I can't pick up the phone
But it's okay
I'll meet you in my dreams
I don't care
If I'm tearing at the seams
If ignorance is bliss
Than I'm right where I belong
I don't want to be right
If living like this is wrong
I'll ignore and I'll ignore
You when the sun holds up the sky
But once the sun goes down, girl
I'll give you every minute of the night
Just because I failed
What I didn't achieve
Honey you're what I dream about
So please don't leave.
Suicide NoteAnd people always saySuicide Note in Free Verse More Like This
When someone dies
'I wish they would have told me
I wish they would have asked for help'
But I never get it because I
Never wanted any help-
It was a fight for my life
But I didn't want you
I was always fighting
And wondering if
I was going to win
And I guess at the end
I kind of forgot
Which way was winning
And which way was losing
Caution: Fragiletoday i stepped on a branchCaution: Fragile in Free Verse More Like This
and broke it
and my heart went thud,
as if i'd killed you,
my wrist broke when i fell, too
and even though my bones are brittle
and my skin feels just a little too much
like leaves, i think i would hold your hand
if you'd let me.
oh, dear, with your bright eyes
and bright smile
and the masks you wear
to cover all your tears
i think i might just love you,
do you think
you could love me too?
Untitledi.Untitled in Free Verse More Like This
My ribcage is cracked and broken,
With holes left from a hundred bullets,
Hungry for my heart- well aimed and well rehearsed.
The bullets missed my veins- but I still bleed.
Where used to be an iron shield,
Left is nothing but a tattered cloth.
Nothing more to protect my eyes-
When I see her, I'll fall just like before.
My defenses are gone, I'm nothing
but the shell of a man, now.
Suffer one, suffer two,
I'm not as resilient as I may seem.
Bullets and arrows may miss my skin,
But they're piercing my heart
like the deadly fangs from vipers
that haunt my dreams.
Sleep is better when I don't dream.
She haunts my dreams like criss-cross
Jet trails, planes bent on returning home,
weary from being away, just like me.
I haven't left you yet, but I can't wait to.
ever after (imperfection)your patchwork empire of cerulean concreteever after (imperfection) in Free Verse More Like This
is turning into the wine
poured at your feet;
tell me, goddess, is this
bright enough for your candle-shaped
shoulders, strong enough to turn stone
to bitter flesh
lay down those arms of granite second thoughts;
fingers crack and floors snap
second hands, clocks are breathing while you stare
at red cloaks, softened faces, hearts
upon their sleeves, visual reminders that
immortality is all at cost
but breathe, breathe, breathe, dear -
the glass is ever greener when the sun is rising, this prison
and it's crimson bearers are only
symptomatic synchronicities, golden on their lips and in their eyes -
reminders that even perfection
can hurt you
HelplessShe wears a heart upon her sleeveHelpless in Free Verse More Like This
And cries at night, just thanking me
For how I showed her dying art
How far, how far, how far we are
But listening to her broken heart
Has let me know now I can't start
And finally I understand
How far, how far, how far we are
If I could look into the sky
And find the pieces that have flown so high
Then I might fix her broken heart
Then I might catch that nearest star
And tell her that we're close
Silent skies and broken hearts
We are furthest from the stars
And so I'll just listen to her tears
And fail to comfort all her fears
later, holmesI haven't a cluelater, holmes in Free Verse More Like This
what I'd do
and I don't
think I'll start
consider this question loadedeverybody's shooting at starsconsider this question loaded in Free Verse More Like This
and scars cleverly hidden
we are all
the casings that glide
over aching insides
built with steel
and with shine
and with breaking
5. Cursesshe spoke:5. Curses in Free Verse More Like This
you are the itch
along my throat;
you are the scars
my fingers wrote;
you are the gravity
and I know
my stinging bones
you've made your home.
you are the peace
I'll never hold;
you are the pieces
I had hoped
but now I choke
on you deceased.
would you believe
that I could hear you in my sleep
before I started
to counteract fatigue?
you were always beautiful to me.
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come close to me
your case is here, inside
with your name inscribed
housing powder ignited
to see you
add more to the stream,
make concrete gleam
with the shards that you fling,
stay full automatically,
cover the scene
with the steam
of hot metal
and I promise
you won't feel a thing;
of your disjointed end,
if you think
you've collected your mind
steady your step
ready for death,
you will soon be
forgetting your breath.
3. Versesshe sang:3. Verses in Free Verse More Like This
you have a place
in my heart
like a sha
tter of glass
or a shard
or a dart
or a twist
of the end
of my arc
and my dark
ation of new
I left you
ded and rationed,
there for the
you're my unmaking,
though I co-
my mind was for
saken, and from
you the chord
ing was taken;
seasi.seas in Free Verse More Like This
call me romantic,
but I would forsake the Atlantic
to swim in your eyes
and delight in your antics;
let the Mediterranean cease,
if it keeps you with me
let each drop that it held
forget the Pacific
your peace is terrific
enough, you take care
of the broad and specific;
if the Arctic takes issue
with how much I miss you
let it freeze as I kiss you;
if the Indian rises
with envious eyes
c'est la vie,
I will not sympathize;
I'd let the Caribbean drain
for the taste of your name
on my lips,
may it always remain;
now the Gulf is unneeded
for we are completed,
is a flood undefeated;
I have no need for the ocean,
the waves and the sea
when compared to your motion.
cadaverswe were openedcadavers in Free Verse More Like This
some in hopes of escape
and some in exchange for lies;
strapped down and tuned up
with war in mind.
with war in mind,
we open fire
with our hearts removed
and litter sod with bodies
as the fallen are exhumed;
heed the tune of marching steel
and sacrifice your feelings
or receive the end of silence,
quieted with bullets made appealing.
stop your squealing;
we are dealing you
a deck of cards of Death
with no respect
except for coded word
and master's orders kept.
and you have said:
but we cannot compute this useless block of text;
never question our intent,
we are orders and are sent
to do the bidding
of the robber of our breath.
maybe one day we will fathom what you meant,
as the factory prepared your specimen
to be dissected and augmented
with the necessary tech.
but until then,
is faulty logic
and is pointless to endorse,
for we will bathe the earth with corpses.
quietI am a virusquiet in Free Verse More Like This
cutthroat and silent
believing my self-propagation
and send souls to Osiris
seek me and
meet with an ending
of sweetspeaking violence
this is the stab
in the silence;
believe me you'll bleed
but my being
you will weep as I triumph
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or have you not?
for afterward all
that's left is rotten.
I taught my veins to live
without a rhythm;
I gave away my heart
and received venom.
I ask, know you?
or know you not?
Is living possible
when love is stopping?
The pulse I longed to give
now mocks my steps;
I would tear my heart to shreds
to quell the hectic.
or go you not?
Is there escape from
the web I'm caught in?
I wish my mind was cold
and body steel;
I wish I lived free from
pain and feelings.
and so, know you?
or know you not?
the interface is
giving me the option.
I have one question
before this begins:
no feeling left?
and with a smile, transcend.
the smile gone,
and epidermis peeling.
I swear my veins
are pouring from the ceiling.
with every bone
breaks a second thought;
will I survive to know
that I forgot?
the heart arrested
me upon the table;
in search of peace
I lost a rhythm stable.
to simply breathe
is a punishment;
and with a final scream,
humanity is spent.
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meant to fall
out of other people's lives
it seems the words
I speak are gasping
for a chance to breathe,
the throat is pushing off
I am a vapor,
for I am
to take my leave;
of the knocking
of my heartbeat,
I'm no opponent
to my own deep
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Rambouillet, France: 1670
Bare feet flattening the dew-damp grass beneath them, I stormed away from my little house in an uncharacteristic flash of anger at my twin. We'd had an argument, which hit me hard since Fiacre and myself had never been the bickering siblings type. Feet adopting minds of their own, they took me towards the little wooden house owned by my lover of five years- nearly fiancé- Jacob. The one person who knew me better than my twin.
Rapping a smooth, pale hand against his front door, I clasped my hands in the small of my back, elbows out to my sides and eyes fixed on the ground. "Jacob?" The lack of response made me believe that he was likely preoccupied or not home at the moment, and so I used my key and let myself in.
Don't go in.
However, the scene which greeted me was not quite the type of preoccupied I expected my Jacob to be. The valiant attempt he was making at eating that woman's face made me curious as to whether
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Polishing the smooth white porcelain, clean.
Spilling the thick crimsons and darkened black.
I see the white take to the gleaming sheen
And shout as I watch the porcelain crack.
Wishing for a sturdier type of toy,
One that wont break apart and crumble down.
A doll made of plastic. A better boy.
Who can stop those voices, before I drown.
I want a cute, dolly boy. One who plays.
A happy one with polished-up glass eyes,
That can watch me work throughout the long days.
No worries because he never dies.
Soon after my most perfect boy was slain,
I knew the next could not be porcelain.
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Jumbling, jangling, jostling phrases-
Twisting, turning, little mazes.
Grappling and growling- try in vain-
To put my thoughts to words, again.
Twisting, teasing, turning words,
Flipping, flapping, tiny birds.
Reeling, rolling, 'round my brain-
Never to obey again.
Halting, hanging, hiding, verb,
Like flailing, falling, off a curb:
It's painful, piercing, the same way
To not know how or what to say.
Calling, crying, for a hand,
Searching, seeking, 'cross the land,
Kindly, caring, friend to knock
Out my clinging writer's block.
SunflowersRight at this particular moment, if you were to walk out to the streets in Provincetown, Massachusetts, wander around for a bit, and then head down just past a quaint little ice cream shop in the direction away from the nearest restaurant, you might come across an odd couple. A tall, thin, white haired person in a calf-length flowing green skirt with a golden floral print on the bottom hem, hand in hand with a slightly shorter person in jeans, with slightly wavy black hair.Sunflowers in Short Stories More Like This
Upon walking around in front of them, if you were not actually from this particular town and had never been there before, you might be surprised to find that those two persons were both men. The pale, thin one having a fine boned, Asian face, with almond eyes lined in earth toned make-up. The wavy haired one wore a slightly uncomfortable expression and kept glancing down at the other's skirt.
Catching the cloth in one pale hand and letting go of the one he'd been holding, the Asian man spun on the toes of a bare foo
HomelyThe way in which this world revolvesHomely in Free Verse More Like This
Is in truth, a captivating fashion.
Two constituents drive this globe:
Emotions, and then theres compassion.
Somehow though, inside this place,
Were devoid a cordial view.
And the only ones who bear the blame,
Are the parents, paired in twos.
29,258,129The year is 5259, and I am a mutant.29,258,129 in Science Fiction More Like This
Dain headed down the crowded sidewalk towards the small apartment he called his home. The normally springy, fuchsia grass on the side of the road was flattened out from the rush-hour walkers heading towards their own homes from a long day at work. The asphalt sidewalks were crowded with people, and the concrete roads were jam-packed with cars. The maroon skies were clear of any sight of those puffy orange clouds, so he could see the bright green sun shining down on everyone and giving them that sheen to their faces that made them look ill. The year was 5259 on planet Earth, and even in this far distant future, a man of Dains type would be shunned by society; possibly even worse than just that. Shocking, no? You'd think that with all the time, society would become more accepting, not less.
Recently, a Civil Rights Act had been passed by t
JakomielitautiGod, everything was hurting him and he couldn't even think at this point, he was so tired.Jakomielitauti in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He'd been asleep for only an hour when Ivan's fidgeting had first gotten to him. Christian had always been a light sleeper, anyway. The bed had shifted and he had arisen to the taller blonde twitching and whimpering with his hands pulling at his hair. That was forty minutes ago.
Ivan was well known for his nightmares, yeah. However, usually when Christian put an arm around him and held him he was alright. He would calm down eventually and go back to sleep. Tonight that wasn't happening, apparently.
The room was nearly silent except for the faint wind and the sound of Ivan's sporadic whimpering.
Thirty five minutes ago he had tried to stroke Ivan's hair to let him know he was awake. Maybe to try and detach the trembling fingers from knotted blonde locks. The only thing that had done was startle Ivan enough that he curled away from Christian's touch, making noises like a kicked dog.
Picture PerfectLaughing and tucking the escaping strands of bright blonde hair behind his ears, a tall man spun in on his rented shoes and smiled happily at the sky. He was about to start spinning again when he felt a pair of warm arms wrap around his waist. Looking down, his blue eyes focused on the black clad limbs and then spotted the rings on the hand there. Turning around in the grasp, he let another laugh escape his lips and kissed the other mans forehead.Picture Perfect in General Fiction More Like This
Happiest day of my life wouldnt begin to cover this, exclaimed the blonde in his faintly Irish accent. That accent contrasted so much with the thick accent of the other man, not that either of the two much cared how their voices sounded.
Nodding enthusiastically, the shorter man spoke for the first time, curly hair swishing around his ears as his head moved up and down vigorously. I was right! He just grinned, not going on to explain as he stepped back from the taller man, taking his hand and fiddling with
AMMIH: Chapter 3, DawnOh, Miss DelaneyAMMIH: Chapter 3, Dawn in Fantasy More Like This
Where's your boyfriend?
He isn't up in heaven, so
Why treat him like he's dead?
-Miss Delaney, Jacks Mannequin
On the whole drive to the mall, I couldnt get that boy out of my head. I knew Matt must have been talking to me since the idiot seemed to be incapable of shutting his mouth for even a few seconds. He must have been related to one of those weird sharks that couldnt stop moving or it died, except it was talking with him. In any case, the other bit that tipped me off about him to ranting at himself, was that I was vaguely aware of his mouth moving. In truth though, he could have been talking to the block of granite I so strongly resembled for all the attention I was paying him. I was going to let him enjoy himself today, though. Judging off that boys looks, Matt deserved one last nice day before he went bye-bye! Which would be much sooner than I would usually want.
I felt the car jerk to a halt, and kinda-sorta heard the driver
A Match Made In Hell: PrologueYou've found hopeA Match Made In Hell: Prologue in Fantasy More Like This
You've found faith,
Found how fast
She could take it away.
-Even Angels Fall, Jessica Riddle
I skipped down the long street behind David, as happy to follow his lead as I always had been. He was my best friend and I went everywhere with him. He was perfect. He was smart, he was funny, all the archangels loved him, he never made mistakes. It was like he had never been alive never even had the chance to make mistakes. He was always right, but he never gloated. He never even seemed to notice how often he was correct.
But I did. I thought he was the best. I looked up to him. He was my idol and it had always been that way. He was my big brother, my father, my best friend, my protector (not that I really needed one here) he was my everything. The only thing I didnt think about him was that I loved him. I mean I did but like a father, or a sibling not like in a creepy way.
So David, I chirped cheerfully, what
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After Thanksgiving ended up being such a success, Toki was eagerly awaiting Christmas. He was even fairly certain that Edsel was looking forward to it, at least a little. He knew that the gift giving portion of the holiday was causing the vampire some stress, but otherwise he seemed to be interested in everything else that came along with it. He had definitely warmed up to the idea of holiday movies.
So theyre toys that nobody wants? Edsel asked as the two sat curled up on the couch. Throughout December the two spent every night watching whatever movie was on.
Yeah basically. See, theyre all on this island and-
Howd they get on the island? And how do they know that nobody wants them? Are kids really that particular that they wouldnt like a Jack in the box all because its name was Charlie?
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It wasn't often that Ko chose to skip class, but when it came to sitting through the world's worst substitute teacher for two periods in a row, it really was for the greater good. After all, she'd only gotten halfway through her public speaking class before she was fighting the urge to strangle the obnoxious little woman and kick her out the window. The thought of putting up with her during drama was less than appealing. No, it was better for everyone, if Ko skipped and maybe planned ahead a little better next year so that she didn't end up with the same teacher two periods in a row.
Judging by what she overheard from her classmates, the general protocol for skipping third period was to simply spend it with whoever you knew that had third period lunch. Unfortunately for Ko, she didn't know anyone who had third period lunch, and she was not about to spend that much time sitting in the noisy cafeteria with a bunch of people she didn't like. The other option, the one that didn't involve h
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Toki snickered and looked at his boyfriend innocently. Stop what?
You know exactly what youre doing.
Im simply playing with the cat.
For a few moments Toki turned his attention back to the cat, who was splayed out on his back waiting for the Guardian to wiggle the long feather tipped toy over his head again. The toy had been bought as an afterthought while buying cat food and was nothing more than a long plastic handle with decorative feathers at the end, but it was Charlies favorite. It was also one of Tokis favorite methods of annoying his boyfriend. It wasnt long before Toki got bored and went back to harassing the blind vampire next to him on the couch.
Slowly Toki moved the feathers away from the cat, wiggling them in front of Edsels face and tickling the vampires nose.
Toki! I said stop it!
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When Edsel returned home he could tell before even entering the apartment that Toki wasn't there. He had spent hours roaming the streets, mostly sticking to places that were familiar to him though occasionally walking down roads he didn't know in an attempt to escape the desire to start crying again. There was part of Edsel that hoped Toki would have refused to leave, though there was also part of him that was relieved to find the Guardian gone.
"He said I was strong, but I'm not," Edsel said to himself as he trudged slowly to his bedroom. The normally short walk down the hall suddenly seemed like a death march and Edsel was already considering a move to a new apartment. This one had Toki's presence all over it and the vampire knew there wouldn't be a damn thing he could do to remove it. "I almost gave in... I almost lost control and gave in."
The problem was that to Edsel there was no large difference
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It was about that time again, and Toki had spent quite a while trying to figure out how Edsel could feed on someone else without ending up with the same sense of guilt hed been getting for years. This wasnt an easy thing to figure out of course, but Toki was determined and with determination came inevitable results. Toki had a plan.
You want me to do what? The two were in the coffee shop chatting quietly over their lattes when Toki approached Edsel with his idea. Of course their version of chatting quietly meant that they were almost completely inaudible to anyone around them given the nature of their discussion.
Come on Ed, a goth club is a great idea. Where else are you going to find a concentration of people who would not only be open to the idea of letting a vampire drink their blood, but would be downright eager? And the best part is, if they ever told anyone
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Edsel Acklan had one hell of an internal alarm clock. One of the things Toki had wondered about when Edsel had allowed him to begin sleeping in his bed, was the fact that if Edsel were to sleep in then he would risk Toki seeing his scars. For months now Edsel had been very careful about keeping them hidden, and Toki was certain that the new sleeping arrangements would stop that. As it turned out that was not the case. No matter what time Toki woke it up it seemed that Edsel had already woken up and was out of bed, or at the very least he had covered his scars and gone back to sleep. On one hand Toki found that the lengths Edsel was going to were kind of funny, but on the other hand they were a little ridiculous. So Toki decided to test the boundaries a bit.
It had been about a week and a half since the two had begun sharing a bed and while the time for Edsel to feed was coming up
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The movie itself could have been better. The plot was lacking and the actors werent all that believable, even the ones that were supposed big name stars. There was also a somewhat random sex scene that made Edsel a little uncomfortable, but he suffered through it. He had never liked sex scenes in movies and usually fast forwarded past them at home to avoid the awkward feeling they gave him. But even though the movie itself was less than fantastic, the date as Toki had called it, was perfect. Edsel couldnt have been happier at Tokis incredibly sweet gesture.
I dont think anyone else in the world would have thought to do something like that, Edsel said as they walked back to the apartment.
Well Im pretty sure weve covered the fact that I dont think the same way that other people do. Plus well I t
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It had been three months and Toki still hadnt seen Edsels scars. He had no idea what they were from, how bad they were or what type of scarring it was exactly, but he knew that they were something that Edsel felt very self conscious about. Toki could only assume that before he had arrived Edsel didnt walk around his apartment with bandages around his eyes and neck at all times, and he hoped that at some point the vampire would feel comfortable enough around him so that he wouldnt have to continue to do so. Most importantly, no matter how curious Toki was, he never pushed Edsel to explain anything. Hundreds of years of guarding people, many of who were reluctant to let him in on a personal level, had taught Toki how to find out the things he wanted to know. Patience was the name of the game, and Toki was a very patient man most of the time.
Edsel what the hell is taking you so long?
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In truth Toki was never actually an overly huge fan of Thanksgiving. It wasnt that he disliked it, it was just that after a certain point he wasnt thankful for much anymore. The Thanksgiving he spent alone after having fallen was the worst and really drove home the point that he had very little to be thankful for at the time. Things were different now however, and while he had spent the past two years trying to get Edsel to celebrate the holiday, this year he felt for the first time that it simply had to be done. This year he had something to be thankful for and that made all the difference.
Im going to kill us both you know. If anyone else had uttered those words it would sound like a threat, but coming from Edsel it was more of a warning.
You know thats impossible. Besides, youre baking. Its not like youre using a chainsaw.
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Edsel wasnt the strongest of vampires, but he wasnt used to being worn out by the end of the day either. In fact, he couldnt remember the last time he had actually felt even remotely tired. Usually he slept simply because it was the thing to do at night and there were only so many hours in a day that he could take being awake. So when he was dragging himself into the apartment after a full day at the fair, Edsel was surprised at just how exhausted he felt.
Whoa, careful! Toki put his arm in between Edsel and the doorframe just before the vampire staggered into it. Whatd that door ever do to you?
Very funny. I cant help it my senses are a little off when Im tired. As if on cue Edsel yawned as he shuffled into the apartment.
I dont think Ive ever seen you stumble before, your senses must be off.
She's Going to Be a ModelShes fifteen years old. Shes tall and shes thin and shes pretty and shes got style. She has a suitcase packed to the top with designer clothes and hair products for her silky blonde hair and make up to cover the damage. And she has the perfect plan.She's Going to Be a Model in General Fiction More Like This
Shes looking both ways as she cracks open her door. There's a one-way ticket to New York City in her pocket, threatening to burn through it at any moment. Its safe and silent, so she drags the suitcase across the rug slowly, one eye shut tightly and covered with concealer.
Her name is Emma, and shes going to be a model.
She takes the train, gives the man her ticket, and throws her luggage into the compartment. Her dream has always only been hours away, but her parents made her wait months. She sits down without saying a word and closes her eyes, letting sleep take her the rest of the way.
Shes going to be a model.
The city is loud and dirty and heavynot what Emma expe
LiarI run my fingers through my bleached blonde hair and smell the faint aroma of shampoo. Peach. Claire told me I looked better in blonde than black. She was right. Damn bitch. Always needs to be right. I oughta put her in her place somedayLiar in General Fiction More Like This
You know what I really hate though? Those goddamned gossip magazines. The words spread like wildfire, never choosing a side. One day theyll be picking on this celebrity, the next theyll dedicate a whole article on why we should pity them and what horrendous trauma theyve received and blah, blah, blah.
Honestly? I dont give a damn about these superficial bitches and bastards with their fucking faces on the covers of the magazines.
But today Today, her face will be on the coversomeone who got their fifteen minutes of fame a little too late. It doesnt matter to me though. Shes just superficial like the rest of them now, right? That picture of her isnt her anymore, because she doesnt exist.
IcicleI tug up my sleeve to check my watchit is one of those watches lacking actual numbers. I do not know what possessed me to get this one, but I did, and now it has taken up a permanent residence on my wrist. Coated in gold, it seems to be the kind of watch created solely to flaunt one's wealth. After all, the damn thing is hardly pragmatic. I squint at the four lines on the watch and gather that it is after midnight. Hardly surprising, given my sleep scheduleor lack thereof. That is actually quite useful, when taking my antisocial tendencies into account. I look like I have two black eyes most of the time due to sleep deprivation.Icicle in Short Stories More Like This
Leaning back against my Corner of Brooding, I take a sip of the freezing drink in my hand. If it were any colder, the beverage would constitute as solid ice. Pleased by its temperature, I scan the area around me. The club is quite congested with Summer Court fey as of late. I bear no resentment towards the Summer Court, despite them hav
Fifty WintersOver fifty winters had passed since Arlen's violent confrontation with the Winter Queen, Beira. His shoulder had healed quickly enough, but for obscure reasons, the nail marks hadn't faded away. They burned bright red against his chalk-white face, as if they'd only been inflicted upon him yesterday. Stroking his thin, frail fingers across his cheek, Arlen exhaled a cloud of cold air. Fifty winters was a long time.Fifty Winters in Short Stories More Like This
The Rath was eerily quiet that night, with few fey making much of a ruckus. As if sensing the mood, the music had grown softer and softer as the evening went on. Regardless, there was thick tension lingering in the air that the music failed to dispel. Arlen was, as per usual, leaning against the wall of the most remote corner, watching the other fey through his narrowed dark blue eyes. He shifted his weight anxiously, discerning the atmosphere from his observations.
Uneasy, Arlen approached the bar, his black shirt practically falling off his narrow shoulders. The bartender,
Worse Than DeathThe shady Winter feyOthers nowwatched Arlen fall onto the frosty lawn with their large, pervading eyes. They made no effort to help him as he staggered across the yard. On the contrary, the faeries seemed to find the situation quite risible; they were whispering amongst themselves and pointing to the blood as if it were some sort of comedy act.Worse Than Death in Short Stories More Like This
Arlen felt a sharp pain in his chest as he listened to them. Winter was always piercing, cruel and relentlessits fey were no different. Occasionally falling and spilling more blood, Arlen's skin grew even more pallid than usual; he nearly blended in with the frost. Shaking his head dismissively, Arlen refused to look at the Winter fey.
(Because he was no longer one of them, and never would be again.)
His shoulder gushed blood, tainting the perfectly white frost with its sanguine stain. He knew the blood would be gone within the hour, cleverly hidden by the perpetual rime. It would be as if he'd ne
GeimreadhIt's November 8th.Geimreadh in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Shivering masses scramble down the street, cheeks flushed and coats zipped up to their necks. Arlen watches their breath disperse into the night air with languid interest, leaning against the red brick building with his shoulders slumped. The cold bites at the people's heels, their necks, their earsbut she caresses Arlen lovingly, like a mother would her child. Her love is infinite and she's on his fingertips, his nose, his calves. But her hatred is equally infinite, as humans are ripped open by her ravenous chill.
Arlen closes his eyes. Even cold's love can't efface the dark circles under his eyes. Nor can it fill the concaved dips of his body. His eyes still closed, he reaches up and gently outlines each red line on his cheek. Amblers sparing a glance in his direction see an unmarred facesickly pale, but without bloodand move on, still shuddering from the frosty air. Arlen's thoughts stray to Freya, and his expression warps into something recogniz
Push Mich"Push me."Push Mich in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sasha gawked at the seven-foot tall figure who was sitting quite unabashedly on a swing. The man was wearing that huge grin he always wore, along with a pair of ratty jeans and a wife-beater that showed off his toned forearms.
"E-excuse me?" the platinum-blond German managed to squeak out, clutching the bar beside him for support. The wind blew the vacant swings and the man's near-black hair back and forth noisily. The man pouted and gestured to the bright-yellow swing he was sitting on. It seemed to be struggling under the massive man's weight.
"I wanna go up really high, Sasha, mein leiber~!" the tall man exclaimed, raising his arms in the air like a five-year old. Sasha mentally kicked himself for finding it endearing.
"Rami, you you want me to push you on the swings?" Sasha asked him, his voice oddly even. He noticed that one swing was lower on the ground than the rest, and his jaw tightened. Rami laughed aloud as he watched Sasha with those pierci
Auber MirSasha doesn't realize he's shirtless until he feels Rami trailing those pale, calloused fingers against his chest. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, boots neatly pressed against the wall, staring down at the floor with a characteristically unreadable expression. The next step in this daily process echoes in his ears, but it's too far away to answer. Sharp teeth nip at Sasha's ear, tugging gently, as Rami wraps his arms around Sasha's waist.Auber Mir in Short Stories More Like This
"Where's your shirt?" Rami's voice jolts him into awareness, and, turning around, Sasha finds himself staring imploringly into those dark green eyes. Unfortunately, Rami does a similar inspection on Sasha's deceitfully Aryan-blue eyes. The seemingly-soft skin beneath them is a hazy mixture of purple, blue, and blackrevealing everything Sasha wants to keep hidden.
"When was the last time you slept?" Rami asks, head slightly tilted. Sasha wants to scold himself for being so transparent, but at the same time, he can't fend of the f
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February 14th, 1945
The Saxon Mountains are beautiful. If Rami's heart were still beating, his breath would have been snatched away by the sight. Stilled, he takes in the verdant hilltops, the jagged peaks, the arched edges, and the sandy surfaces. Standing on this mountain makes him lightheaded, for few things have retained their beauty in the aftermath of industry.
He walks over to the precipice from which Sasha's legs dangle innocuously. The thick scent of death lingers in the air like dust. Bombs roar ruthlessly far in the distance, complemented by the screams of the dying and the collapsing of buildings. Rami squints to make out the shapes hidden behind the cloak of smoke before settling down beside Sasha.
When he glances over to look at Sasha's face, he's not entirely surprised to see that the German's eyes have lost their vivacity. Sasha has been dead for years now, but this is the first time his eyes match his pulse. After all these centuries, Rami knows how reflective and hone
the battle's endThe violin was the opposite of a Stradivarius. It was old and decrepit, and it held the peculiar scent of a musty dying mouse. The tailpiece had been broken twice, and repaired haphazardly by Mr. Kruger, who knew little of violins. Its strings were brittle and cheap, and the bow had tape on it from after it had been stepped on.the battle's end in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet, Maike loved it. She slept with it next to her pillow every night (some order to her chaos) and stroked its strings gently when she was nervous (never the same number of times, and at varying rates). When she was angry (a common occurrence) she grabbed her violin and locked herself in her room, playing as loudly as she possibly could to drown out the hot blood in her veins.
She was also very, very terrible at playing the violin. Her hands were clumsy and careless and she always forgot to tune. When she tried to read the music, she vehemently claimed that the notes kept floating out of her reach and decided to choose whichever note she fancied. On top of that
is it me or am i neverlive some terrible lieis it me or am i never in Free Verse More Like This
with your terrible feathers
tangled in terrible knots,
the songs of one hundred sirens
bellowing tyrannical to
a sailor, high-strung and set to
sea in waves,
of the music unfettered by my ears.
it is the way you smile that
makes me want to cry myself to
sickness, to watch the
hunger in your eyes blind even the brightest
stars; just watch my bones
bend into the shape of a cage and
drown me in waves
of dreams ripe with an
overreaching indigo taste.
you make me feel like a cancer,
unwanted and lurking between cratered wings
when i just want to write to myself,
where are your sparkles now, sweetheart?
a dullness seeping through my cells,
the corrosion dances tangled songs
in my bones and i have to pretend
like i don't like it.
no spines remaining whole to quake in
pyramidal twists, all snakes
in my throat;
i want you to feel the fires
i've never felt,
i want you to taste the colours
unknown to my tongue
my mouth becomes a spread
of assorted dinner ghosts.
autumn in englandi wouldn't take upautumn in england in Free Verse More Like This
much of your time,
i wouldn't dare;
just a quick cup of
coffee or tea
and a drag on an
and i'll evaporate
with its smoke
i will be your evanescent steam
a quiet opening of a letter-
here is the red leaf i pressed for you
now three autumns past,
the trembling black ink quavering
over ocean lines and paper
i will ask you
how is your life now,
and how high were you last night.
how is your girlfriend,
you didn't tell me about her
but i know,
and did you know,
you changed your number
and didn't tell me
well you did
and i can't reach you now and
it scares me
i'm training my eyes
on the blood i watch run down my arms
i'm cutting again
and this time it's deep
i guess i didn't tell you either-
inner spacei know i can't go backinner space in Free Verse More Like This
to who i was
too many seasons,
too many waves
have crashed on the
and i need to look
at myself - hard -
to see that
parts of me
have been eroded
and my shape
life grows on trees
but i do not.
my branches are tired,
my limbs heavy.
it is all i can do
to grasp at the leaves.
i let the bark scrape my fingers;
i lick the wounds
and taste the blood,
hot and metallic,
on my tongue.
when i look up,
it's not for too long;
i grow dizzy at the great heights
the stars play in the sky.
i need to remember
that outer space is also
my inner space.
i need to remember that
i can't be who i was
please, i say to the heavens;
i am swallowing whole galaxies
to prove my worth
and earn my keep
in this body.
overwhelming wordsthere's a lot you can do with wordsoverwhelming words in Free Verse More Like This
but sometimes i forget how to do any.
and sometimes i look at a keyboard
and see so many words that come together
from just some of those letters
and there's so much to write
that i don't write at all.
and sometimes i think
i drank deeply from the elixir of life
when i was too young
and when i drank i only drank the words
and i spilled them out in the morning
because the night was too silent to break it.
i wonder if the silence i've kept
is as big as the words i've written.
i'm not writing to be censored
it's not like i do that to myself
when the words come rolling
and i don't let them out,
when i'm running down the street
but don't make a sound,
it's not like i'm afraid to be loud.
i hope you can tell by the heat in my eyes
that my gaze turns steady as soon as i lie.
i hope you know that when i write
and my diction turns from eloquent and quaint
to fucking filthy and raging
that i'm finding myself,
even if that takes years off my life
by looking at
a waste of love"you can't care about me?"a waste of love in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you asked, an upstream tilt
like a curl of smoke trailing the end of your sentence -
hear me, please:
i have loved, i have lost
i have hated both and hated the interstitial space more;
i have bled over you, i have bled over virgin lilies,
and ruined them for all this world is worth -
it wasn't what you said that bloodied me up,
it wasn't even how you said it;
just your face was the blankest ream of pale paper,
paler than bone
and cleaner than my pastor's history.
you were blanched of any emotion,
utterly void of dark or light,
but your eyes held every feeling worn on the heart
i watched them swim and drown and become reborn,
flickering like the fire in a diamond below the sun.
it took every stitch of skin,
every pore and spine-straight scar,
not to let myself crawl into you,
my abandoned seashell;
not to take in every ounce of your bones
with my lips or fingers,
not to let you live in my heart
just to ruin it
stir crazythe way i feel about you is rivers & skiesstir crazy in Free Verse More Like This
knees bent into little peaks facing the heavens.
you are the thrumming heartbeat
reveling in my chest,
the very lifeblood swarming,
engulfing my veins,
the poetry of our bodies together.
you are the monday moon,
the sparkle of crystal under the sun,
the smeared ink making its way
across the page on the ship of my hand.
the beauty that you hold is that of
forevers and fluttering fingertips,
the promises i wish to hear
the strange sickness of being wanted
and the sick strangeness of touch,
the knowing that tonight,
with your skin sleeping next to mine,
i can wake in the morning's light
and you will still be
recoveringi am forever rewriting myselfrecovering in Free Verse More Like This
with strokes of ink
running dry within the pen,
with pencils shrunken
so small that the point
i coloured myself with shades
of black and blue,
begging for the shadows
of my bones to come forth
and tell everyone
the things i can never remember
i swam in coral reefs
til my arms were marred
and my wrists tattered
because the silence beneath the water
was too much to hear.
today i am painting myself
in roses and peaches,
white teeth and red lips
because smiling and marker
speak so much louder
than the things i've tried
and shout with no pause
today i am choosing
to swallow health
and spit my words
so that finally
i can be heard
the memory in my jaw
that make my smile
hush to the seamy eyes are tangled tightly,hush to the sea in Free Verse More Like This
i cannot see your voice
or frantic fingers, but i can
taste the blood flooding
from an unknown heart and
the hurt panic eking its
way between your words
and you sound like an
owl hooting in my ear
i tell you i have lost my gun,
my bullets wedged
between my teeth, and
your owlish eyes
(i can hear them with my eyes closed)
ask me over and over,
i tell you it is she,
and you remember her floral
and blue dress, the way
it pleated around her
neat little ribcage
and empty breasts
you remember the way
you made love to her in your sleep
the memories false
but more real than any body
you have truly touched -
the fragile woman
hourglass and ribs.
the fragile woman
built on stilts
and skinny bones
to save herself
but here she sinks
her to the very
which she bleeds.
submission.shadows only become peoplesubmission. in Free Verse More Like This
when you are alone.
i am lying here,
trying so hard to
this bed is coloured in
mourning light, pale blue
sheets rumpled from distressed
hours spent between
achingly awake &
i want to write but i
cant put you in words
when i cant even
put you in your place.
i look at my hands.
they will never become yours
& i will make myself
sick before i believe that.
the human in me is still
drowning butterflies in its
sadness, but the headlights
freeze & im just
a deer locked in your
orion & broken chemical boundaries
only soften around the edges
when another body is softening yours,
limbs catching fire to the white
frames of old photographs, burning black
the corners from
what is to
escape artist.my soul is swallowing itselfescape artist. in Free Verse More Like This
in faded seas of pale colour.
it is sad,
and it is sorry.
it is the wind without sails.
i want to starve myself
into something worth living
the thrum of the heart
beating the walls black and blue
with bones bumping in the breath
of the coldest mornings.
tonight is a night in which
the stars are all too small for me.
my eyes sink further into my head
and shudder behind their lids.
i feel my knees break their skin on
the rough shingles gilding the roof.
i want to fall, and fast.
instead, i lie in a cocoon of hot sheets.
hunger has hidden her bones
inside more deserving panels.
i beg for the mercy she grants in
homeless shelters, i beg for
her sunken cheeks and haunted eyes.
three days mark the walls of
my body and i am trembling.
i feel the harsh lines of red
painted across my sharp hips as they
are threatened to be swallowed again.
she is sucking me dry
the very middles of my bones
quaking with the emptiness
once held sacred among the birds.
she weakens my k
Hellsing: Matchmaker 5After a lot of struggling and some intervention from Walter, Alucard and Harley managed to be separated. The vampire was alright except for being pissed off, while Harley had yet another splitting headache and more bumps on her head and a scraped up elbow. She was sulking in the kitchen while Walter applied some disinfectant to the cut.Hellsing: Matchmaker 5 in General Fiction More Like This
"It wasn't very smart to go and wake Alucard up like that," the butler was explaining while she stayed silent and still, glaring a hole into the fridge. "You know how he is...He's going to have to get used to you again. You should probably leave him alone for a while...You're already bruised up."
"Tch. I'll live," She muttered, looking at the ceiling. "...He's such a pus-" Walter clamped a hand over her mouth before she could finish the word.
"Harley...I suggest you refrain from calling Alucard any vulgar names, no matter how much he deserves it, at least until tomorrow," He warned, putting a Band-Aid on her elbow. "The next time you two bump heads, we
SometimesSometimes, I'm scared of waking up aloneSometimes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Something, I'm scared of picking up the phone
In truth, I'm terrified of opening my heart
Terrified that you'll crush even the smallest part
Sometimes, I'm scared that I'll forget your face
That my mind is holding it hostage in a dark, secret place
I'm so scared that you'll break my soul
Then again, you can't break something that never was whole
Sometimes, I'm scared I'll wake up and it'll have been a dream
The very thought paralizes my lungs when I try to scream
Sometimes ,I just want to scream out loud
But can't, scared that my voice will be lost in the crowd
Sometimes, I want to turn back the hours
To that simpler time when we held hands and ran through the flowers
Sometimes, I'm terrified of growing up
That the adult I became never did enough
Sometimes, I lay awake at night in the dark
With fear and doubt gnawing at me like a frenzied shark
Sometimes, I'm scared to let people love me
Scared that Love is nothing more than a cruel and storm
Hellsing: Dreams Part 1Pain. That was all Alucard could feel as he lay there on the table, his crimson eyes glazed and dull. In his body were a multitude of blades, but the one that stuck out was the long one that had impaled his heart. He could feel himself slowly dieing, actually feel his own blood seeping out of his body.Hellsing: Dreams Part 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"This is your defeat, Count," A voice whispered, and the vampire strained to look up and focus at the face. Yet, he could not get a clear view, no matter how hard he tried. "This is no nightmare."
He tried to snarl back, tried to defend himself, but only blood seeped out of the corners of his mouth. Footsteps came toward him and stopped in front of him. Again, he tried to focus and came up empty handed. But as he listened, the voice suddenly started going from masculine...to feminine.
"Your dominion are no more. Your power is no more," It said before it became horrifyingly familiar. "..The Police Girl is dead."
Instantly, he was able to focus and stared, wi
Hellsing: Matchmaker 3It took a good ten minutes to calm Harley and Alucard down enough to separate them. Because after Harley hit the ground and screamed for help, she promptly latched herself to the vampire's leg, refusing to let go and threatening to bite him. This didn't quite have a very positive reaction since he proceeded to shake his leg and make the teenager dizzy. But after Integra shot Alucard's hat off, both of them quieted down, though they kept shooting the other very dirty looks.Hellsing: Matchmaker 3 in General Fiction More Like This
I've never seen Master act like that... Seras thought as the group walked inside. She had the misfortune of walking between the two quarreling persons, and she wasn't exactly enjoying it. She sighed heavily and her shoulders slumped.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Harley asked, deciding the ignore Alucard for now. The teen cringed a little. "I'm sorry; it was because of the yelling, wasn't it?" Gosh, I got to remember that the big bully ain't the-"
"INTEGRA, ALUCARD HIT ME AGAIN!"
"I DID NOT!"
Love SuicideLove Suicide in Horror More Like This
That will be 4 bucks and fifteen cents, the bored clerk said with a yawn as he lazily tossed the pack of cigarettes onto the counter, the black box shining like the freshly polished wood of a coffin. You know these things can kill you, right?
No, I was convinced the damn things make my lungs expel rainbows and unicorns, Amy shot back with a smirk, earning a very annoyed look as she handed him a crisp five-dollar bill. Look, I appreciate the concern, really, I do. But, I am well aware of exactly what Im putting on my body, ok?
The clerk just shrugged, dropping Amys change into her open hand and yawned again. Whatever, he answered, going back to watch the tiny TV next to the register. Its your life.
That it is. Amy gave him a slight smile, grabbing her box and walking out of the store into the cool August air. She trotted past the tired families refilling their empty tanks a
Hellsing: Matchmaker 2An hour later, Alucard and Walter had managed to "Harley" proof the mansion. This meant that anything that was flammable and/or could cause fire/explosions was put out of her reach. ((And this was actually quite easy, but more on that later...)) So now, Walter and Integra were waiting outside for her while Alucard went back down to the basement to retrieve his depressed, less-than-willing-to-move fledgling. He wasn't exactly thrilled about the task. Oh, he could make Seras move easily enough; It was the commentary that came with it. Seras was usually very sweet, but definitely not when she was like this.Hellsing: Matchmaker 2 in General Fiction More Like This
One more thing to have to deal with, He thought, sulking as he trotted down the stairs, in no rush to complete this task. As if that demented teen wasn't enough...Stupid kid... He walked down the hallway, stopping at the Police Girl's door. Police Girl.
What? Came the reply, sounding more depressed than annoyed. No Master, he noticed, and he felt a prick of annoyance. Wit
A Warped Love SonnetYou smile, your fingers wrap around my neckA Warped Love Sonnet in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I smile as I put the gun to your head
The cold rain splashes around our prone forms
And it feels like the devil is with us.
When did our love start to decay and sour?
When did the smiles and love turn into slaps?
I hate you so damn much its hard to breathe
But when I dream at night, I see your face.
I am going to kill you with kisses
And love you with hot metal bullets
While you just smile and kiss my cold, dead lips
The knife of your betrayal in my back.
Dear God, are we not such a wicked pair
To have the same passion in love and hate?
Hellsing: Dreams Part 2For a moment, Seras couldn't answer. Her mind went blank, her jaw slacked very slightly, and she could not look away from his intense and pained gaze. His words started to sink in, and then she looked at him, really looked at him, as if for the first time. Instead of teasing and cruelty, violence and bloodlust, his eyes just held a sorrow that cut her to the core, a wound that had never been healed properly. She wanted to suddenly embrace him, hold him, and make that look go away.Hellsing: Dreams Part 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
This wasn't the Master she knew.
Alucard only looked away when Seras' crimson eyes started to soften, a gently smile gracing her lips. She walked over and sat down on her knees, trying to catch his eyes again. "...So even Master has his days," She whispered, and received no reply. She didn't expect one, and just kept smiling. Instead, she rested her head against his knee, sighing softly. The sudden contact would have normally infuriated Alucard. He didn't like being touched at all very much, and his fl
Love is InsanityLove is insanity.Love is Insanity in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Love knows no rhyme or reason. It is immune to the laws of logic and intelligence. Love doesnt understand nor does it care about boundaries or rules. Love will rebel and break any bounds that dare to tighten around it. Love is the reason that you wait by the phone, smoking your last cigarette as you wait for a call that may or may not come.
Love can strip the proudest man of his hubris and make the coldest heart melt with a fiery passion that burns like the fires of Hell itself. Love takes morals and breaks them into a thousand glittering pieces falling to the ground. Love can make you soar so high that you cant breathe; Love can make you fall to the earth like a fallen angel, wings broken, tears streaming down your face. Love takes your senses and turns them against you; pleasure is pain, and pain is pleasure.
Love is the deepest, darkest hole in the ground, the darkness beckoning to you with sweet whispers. And while you peer down into the consuming inky
Hellsing: Matchmaker Chapter 1Seras was depressed. Seriously depressed. And she had no idea why. She couldn't eat, though that was a rare occurrence in itself, she couldn't sleep, she hadn't left her room in almost three days, and she just felt bad. She was curled up in a ball on her coffin bed, trying to sleep and failing as usual. There was a knock on the door, but she didn't move. "Come in," She said in a monotone, sighing slightly.Hellsing: Matchmaker Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
"Police Girl," She heard Alucard say as he walked up to her. "It's been three days. What's wrong with you?"
She didn't answer, keeping her back to him. The elder vampire's normal smirk was instead a frown, a slight note of concern in his voice. He waited a moment before crossing her arms. "...I'd like to hear an explanation, Police Girl. You haven't acted like this in a long time...Drinking your blood has always been a problem...But now you're neglecting your need to sleep? Even I have to sleep."
"I don't want the blood," She said, curling up tighter. "And I don't want to slee
Hide and SeekWhere are we?Hide and Seek in Free Verse More Like This
Running through empty hallways
Looking for people to tell us
Where to go from here
Because I can't see through my tears
The letters on the keyboard
To type the words I want to say
PavementI set my feet to the road,Pavement in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping to lose myself in
A maze of pavement
But I've come back to your door
Is it a coincidence I ended up here?
Can I stay a while, and rest my feet?
Before going out again.
I need to find something;
Maybe I'll come back
To discover you.
JAREDJust walking down the hall, I spy a familiar faceJARED in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Avoiding eye contact by staring into space
Reaching out, I wrap my arm around his neck
Ecstatically calling his name, making him a wreck
Dumbly he mumbles "hey Megan" and rushes off to class
Like ThisThere's a buzzing in my brainLike This in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Not sure if it'll go away
It's kid of annoying
But feels good just the same
It's been a while that I've been with you
Trying to find something new
That I didn't know before
And then I realize
Looking in your eyes
It's always a surprise
To see you looking back
Just like that
Maybe there's other people out there
But tonight all I see is you
Pulling me out to the dance floor
Head first through all my fears
The difference between if and when
Sometimes I don't understand
But then you take my hand
And it all makes sense
Your arms around my waist
Give me just one taste
Of what forever feels like
Just like this
HerShe's young at heart,Her in Free Verse More Like This
A beautiful soul.
And she's new.
She's been borrowed, and
Now she's black and blue.
PerseveranceVoice inside my headPerseverance in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
That in my darkest times says;
"Hey, you can't quit now."
Magpies and Sand CastlesShe lay in bed,Magpies and Sand Castles in Free Verse More Like This
Nestled in sheets and blankets
As each wave of emotion
Passed over her;
Slowly eroding away
The scars and marks,
Footprints left on her heart,
Castles she built to feel safe in.
Like sands changing in the tide.
He looked for something new,
A beautiful treasure to hold his attention,
To forget about those he lost.
Searching for the perfect distraction
To avoid admitting
What he's still holding on to.
I need a distraction
From this pain,
While the waves wash away
The castles I made in the sand
And the footprints he left in my soul.
I need to let go.
Can we nestle in blankets and sheets,
And look at each other's brilliance for a while?
And it's distracting.
Tonight's the NightI gotta feelingTonight's the Night in Free Verse More Like This
That tonights gonna be a good night
That tonights gonna be a wonderful night
The heat is rising, the beat is
Tonight may be the night
The night to fall in love
I dont know me,
You dont know you
Half as well as we could know each other
Dont ask any questions, just go with the flow
I dont dance but I want to move
Closer to you in this crowded room
I look half as good as I might feel with you
I dont know me and neither do you
I dont know if Ill trust you,
But heres what Ill do;
Lets have a good night
Because tonights the night
To start over,
To find you
Tonights the night to fall in love
Wish to HoldA moment passes me byWish to Hold in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could reach out
And take hold of it
But it slips away
Lost among the sands of time
Whipping and whirling inside my mind
I could show
But will you really understand?
Its so simple,
I couldnt explain it if I tried.
A little more than fine,
More than Im good, how are you?
Finding the right mix
Of bubbling joy and overwhelming sadness
Stars burn holes in the sky
I dont wonder, Ill never know why
The crickets sing
And you wont say a thing
Just listen to the night-sounds ring
Some things are better left untouched
Look to the sky and wish to hold
That which you cannot
Those heavenly bodies will never be yours
They are the property of gods