codename: carolina(you're the last vocal resonation breaking throughcodename: carolina in Free Verse More Like This
the veins of immortality,
a breath on top of breath that made the wine turn sweet,
so non-alcoholic we could breathe it in through our teeth
and still smile, burning wool and the chemistry
between our lips, our hands, flash-frozen
a bit of mortality for both of us,
when we found out what makes us tick -
yeah, we've got iron souls and every pint of air
is adding to our oxidation,
you were an asymptomatic asthma attack,
a taste of what it's like to live forever)
damn the smell of snow -
you were cold enough to freeze us both.
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
hemophiliai.hemophilia in Free Verse More Like This
she's in tatters,
breaking down like
bleach under UV;
all hydrogen bonds
and wishing she would
never wake up,
her formaldehyde expression
won't save her from the sting
of peeling skin.
the hours are losing track,
but she is still flitting
around the living room,
her dress a piece of pieces,
skin showing blue where
the mortuary saw;
she lies down
in the kitchen,
watches the stars set
until one rises -
Therapyi. SkylineTherapy in Free Verse More Like This
I have not seen
Your skyline for long.
But there are days when
I wish I spent every day
Beneath red skies and short hair.
those days I remember us like the stars I watch and the universe I dream about. those days I think that you still wonder about me and regret those serious things you said. those days I don't hate myself so much because I think maybe I wasn't the most horrible thing to happen to you.
Dreams are like liars
Who have not been found out yet.
They lie like presidents
and get away with it twice as often.
I'd rather live inside
My dreams than remember the truth.
when I dream I feel like everything is real, and I wish it is. you never play a big role but you're always there. when you're not, I feel like you're missing in the morning. I stare at the empty spot on my bed and wonder if you'll ever fill it up again.
I weave words into meaning.
Silky spiderwebs are what I see,
But I know they're all just cobwebs.
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
Trapped (or Broken) I'm Not SureMy thoughts are still tangledTrapped (or Broken) I'm Not Sure in Free Verse More Like This
and strangled in images
of your face but
I don't want don't want don't want.
I keep deleting your name
But every time I take a step away
I'm taking two steps back
To you and all your pain-studded,
(God help me, I hope you
hate me, but I don't think you can)
I should be over you
(It's been five months
I still can't wait to see your face)
We don't speak don't talk don't look
(It's been five months
I'm still stuck inside this place)
I drove you to my heart
(but I almost hit you with my car)
They all say how polite
They don't know me don't know me
don't know me don't know
I'm a mess of broken hearts and
principles askew, my manners
never showed themselves to you.
So break me down,
this hole in my chest is my own fault now
Whatever you don't say (I don't agree)
Whatever I imagine you (or me) to be
Words are nothing if I can't make you see.
The Lies We LiveSilence. Awkward, painful, silence. He stood in the hallway, staring at the floor with a blank stare and doing his best to ignore the girl beside him. The red lockers stretched the hallways in front of him underneath dehumanizing florescent light, and as he closed the door in front of him he realized that the distinct lack of variety made him dizzy. He kept his eyes locked on the ground, because he was far too afraid of looking up and getting trapped inside the girl's eyes.The Lies We Live in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He wished he hadn't come here. He had no good reason to. The only reason he had shown up to his locker is because he knew that she would be there, and now that he was here he was wishing that he hadn't let his heart get the best of his head.
The girl coughed uncertainly as she closed her locker, turning to look at him. Her ice blue eyes stared out of her pristine face, straight into his soul. He could feel it, even though he couldn't see it. "Long time no see," she said, swallowing the silence.
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
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-)
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
arsenal1.arsenal in Free Verse More Like This
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.
i.vi autumno, the trees are shiningi.vi autumn in Free Verse More Like This
o, the leaves are shimmering
o, the color's rising
"You deserve this glimmering"
see the reds that flicker
see the yellows taking wing
see the orange, quicker
"this is your home, autumn king"
this is life rescinded
this is fire returned
this is ash intended
this is Reaches, burned.
figuresFigure A.figures in Free Verse More Like This
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.
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.
the age of treasonsomedays I feel like teeth;the age of treason in Free Verse More Like This
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
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
counterpart onei.counterpart one in Free Verse More Like This
"is a piecework
we take to the streets.
limbs aching; they seek;
the soft words unsaid
do struggle to speak.
we take in the streets;
the tired, the weak,
inspired with dire
desires to lead
lost choirs to sing
not in tones,
but in pleas on the wing
and to feeding
the fire at our feet.
we thieve the concrete,
with the words
on our tongues,
we retreat and replete;
shadowed and black
and with lives
of your heart
and your knees;
theres no need
have the charm
and believe us
is too easy.
the chains isnt
part of the game;
you to shame
with our taunting;
and our hands curl to fists
and our gaunt fingers
and our smiles
and youll always
miss our blades
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.
6. Fermatashe cried,6. Fermata in Free Verse More Like This
and it resounded through the halls;
never was silence so defeated
she was greeted
she was bleeding
face serene, expression needing,
she was teething
and was harmed
to stay her screaming;
may she be
may the meaning of her
our throats' attention;
pray she's singing;
pray she rests.
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
The Human's Requiem: VoiceThe Human's Requiem: VoiceThe Human's Requiem: Voice in Short Stories More Like This
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
Through the Eyes of a PsychoThrough The Eyes of a PsychoThrough the Eyes of a Psycho in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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.
Writer's BlockWriter's BlockWriter's Block in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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
HilarityI'd woken up with a start in the middle of the night, and now I was standing in the bathroom. It wasn't my house, so the urge I had to break the mirror was repressed (sadly). On the contrary- my forehead was pressed against the cool silver and I was laughing.Hilarity in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not that it even mattered any more- I could barely tell what I was doing I was laughing so hard- but I had probably woken Ivan up. Oh, so sad- whatever. He would get over it after having kept me up for days on end with that screaming and thrashing and beating me up while he was ill. I love the man, but I was so fucking tired.
My nails scraped along the counter as I clenched my hands to fists and shut my eyes- I could barely even feel the chronic soreness in my wrist. Turning my face so the scar on my cheek was pressed against the frigid silver, my breath fogged the surface. I could see my profile clearly in the reflection out of the corner of my eye, and the resemblance between me and my nightmare was just all the more funny.
Almost RealOcean water glittered on Garcia's dark skin as he stepped onto the sand. Padding over to his traveling companion with little waves lapping around his feet, he raised an eyebrow at the Italian. Snow was beginning to soak into his ratty jeans from sitting on the wintery beach for so long, but Garcia knew better than to ask if he was cold.Almost Real in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What are you doing, chico?"
Violet eyes were fixed on Garcia's cell phone, and Marcus's thumb hovered still as marble over the down button. The Hispanic crouched in front of him, knowing well that when Marcus was absorbed in thought he was unlikely to respond on anyone else's terms. So, he got comfortable on his haunches and just appreciated the other man's shirtless state and the way the sun cast shadows over the muscles of his torso and arms.
Finally, nimble fingers turned the phone and Marcus raised confused eyes to meet cheerful ones. Nothing but his eyes, fingers, and lips moved even a hairsbreadth. "I sent this to you accidenta
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.
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
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,
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
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
The AlternativeHe was lost, but he didnt care. If someone looked at him, they might have thought he was already dead inside, which he would believe.The Alternative in Fan Fiction More Like This
Strange, the place he once knew like the back of his handwhich, ironically, he knew little about now; Jad and Mami understood mechanics better than heseemed like an elaborate maze, and he didnt know which way to go. Does it matter? he wondered, swaying a bit.
A loud, oddly familiar laugh was heard, and he turned to investigate. It was none other than Errol, his one and only true love, hanging off some happy bastard. Gareth gagged and watched as the other man led Errol away. The laughter was sickening.
Suddenly, everything made sense. He truly had nothing. Back in London, whenever things got roughwhich, he reflected, was quite oftenhed remind himself that he still had Errol, wherever he may be, and once he found him, things would be good again.
Hed been dead wrong.
With this bitter re
Wondering...He was wonderingactually, if one were to desire absolute accuracy, he was worryingabout the future. Never had Janko looked far into the future, past his dreams of Serbian independence. It just didnt seem necessary to him. It was almost as if victory was the end, as if the happy ending already happened and the story was supposed to end.Wondering... in Historical More Like This
But it hadnt. Here he was, lying beside the only man hed allow himself to sleep near. Argentine.
Janko sighed deeply and stared at the stars. He never quite understood humanitys bizarre fixation on them. They were just balls of light, nothing overly fascinating. The former assassins thoughts drifted back to Argentine, who was fast asleep. As expected.
What ever would he do with his life now? It wasnt as if hed been guaranteed any position in the government for his work, and he didnt have many skills that could be put to use in the era of independence.
Perhaps the scariest thing was losing Argent
broken yolk in western skyThere was a gun in Gareth's hand. It was Errol'sthe man's fingerprints coated the gun, visible from Gareth's dusting. Errol hadn't touched the gun in years, yet his fingerprints were vivid enough for Gareth to pretend Errol had just brushed his fingers against it. Holding the gun gently in his palm, Gareth scrutinized its outdated features with a hollowed expression. The computers beeped noisily around him, but for once, the frenzy of data held no interest for Gareth.broken yolk in western sky in Short Stories More Like This
Gareth had attempted suicide countless times. It had become a game of sorts for him. Whenever he shoved those pills down his throat and counted the dots on the ceiling, or sliced his wrist open and savored that delicious metallic taste, or stared down at the asphalt and wondered what was underneath, Mami was only seconds behind him. Each time, she cried without shedding a single tear, and Gareth merely watched her with narrowed hazel eyes. Each time, he survived.
Since Errol had last held the gun, technology had adv
EngelSasha placed the phone back on the receiver, still reeling from the conversation. Ivan's trembling voice consumed his thoughts. I've got, uh, a mess Exhaling sharply, Sasha ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing it out. He ran to the closet and grabbed his bootsmilitary issued, nearly a century old, but shined to perfection. As his sergeant always told him, "Shine die Stiefel!" Sasha had always been good at obeying orders. Disciplined.Engel in Short Stories More Like This
He grabbed his coat, recently ironed, off the hook near the door. Then he checked the stove. Then he turned off all the lights. Then he returned to the closet and straightened out his boots, each of them exactly five centimeters apart. At last, he ran to the door and pushed through it, locking the deadbolt behind him. Hurrying, he hopped down the steps, counting them as he went. There were exactly thirty steps on each floor. Compulsive.
When Sasha arrived at Ivan's door five minutes later, he couldn't quite recall how he'd gotten
Just DanceFreya stood precariously over Arlen's sleeping form, her hand hovering inches away from his face. The black circles under his closed eyes were more opaque than usual, and his cheek bones looked frighteningly pronounced. She desperately wanted to reach out and run her fingers along those bones, lean down and kiss his eyelids, squeeze that cold, dry hand But she couldn'tnot now. Her frenzied, heated touch would startle him awake. Smiling warmlybut not too warmlyshe stood over him, watching his concave chest rise and fall like waves.Just Dance in Short Stories More Like This
Her expression shattered, as if smashed by an invisible force, when Arlen coughed again. His outburst revealed her true countenance.
Shivering slightly, she wrapped her arms around herself and walked over to the closet. She'd decorated it with many stickers, handfuls of rainbow glitter, and various illustrationssome of which depicted Arlen sulking in a corner. The closet smelled like flowers, naturally taking on the s
NaNoWriMo08- Christmas ComfortChristmas ComfortNaNoWriMo08- Christmas Comfort in Short Stories More Like This
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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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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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
NaNoWriMo08- That Time of YearThat Time of YearNaNoWriMo08- That Time of Year in Short Stories More Like This
Time passed by quickly for the immortal roommates and soon they had known each other for three years. In that time they had discovered a lot about each other, but thankfully there had been no more big bombshells and no more tear filled nights. Things had more or less evened out for the two and while they still fought like cats and dogs at times they now considered themselves best friends.
You could always spend the day telling me how thankful you are for me yknow. The two were discussing their Thanksgiving plans and as per usual it was taking far longer than it should have due to silly comments and argumentative natures.
But why would I lie? Edsel teased from the couch. Lying is a sin, didnt anyone ever tell you that?
Oh please. If were going to go that route being gay is a sin, so any other sin that I commit doesnt real
100 Prompts - 003. Library100 Prompts - 003. Library in Short Stories More Like This
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
NaNoWriMo 08 - Something...Something Must Be DoneNaNoWriMo 08 - Something... in Short Stories More Like This
When Toki had been guarding a young woman who was only thirty but was closer to the end of her life than she cared to know, he had noticed that she kept a little calendar with dots and lines and a strange sort of feminine code. It had confused him to the point where he finally asked her what it was and she had laughed as she explained that the calendar was how she kept track of her period. She would put a dot at the day that it started and draw a line until it stopped so that she had a good idea every month of when it would start again. The conversation had embarrassed Toki greatly, but in the end he felt like he had learned something new. Hes also picked up a fairly useful skill. Tucked away inside a book of his that was not in braille, therefore of no use to Edsel, was a little calendar with very similar markings. This calendar however, kept track of when Edsel fed. &
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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.
NaNoWriMo 08 - ProloguePrologue...NaNoWriMo 08 - Prologue in Short Stories More Like This
Edsel Acklan had spent the majority of his immortal existence alone. He didnt feel sorry for himself, he rarely felt lonely, and he never really made any attempt at finding a companion. This lifestyle had suited Edsel for just over a hundred years, therefore it caused quite an upset when Toki Vaugner muscled his way into Edsels home and every facet of his life. For the past three months Edsel had slowly worked on getting used to his new Guardian and roommate, and while it had taken all of his willpower not to throw Toki out the window, he had somehow managed. He wondered how long that would last.
Ed, were out of soap. Toki was dressed in only a towel as he walked into the living room where he knew Edsel would be with his newest book.
Why do you insist on calling me that?
Toki smirked, knowing how much it annoyed Edsel to be called Ed, Eddie, or any other versi
NaNoWriMo08 - A Comfortable...A Comfortable SituationNaNoWriMo08 - A Comfortable... in Short Stories More Like This
The next five years passed in what seemed like the blink of an eye. Things were pretty much the same between the two immortals, though their flirtatious nature had begun to lend itself more to light occasional kisses on the cheek and forehead. Toki never again got to kiss the vampires lips but he was grateful for what he was able to get. Even after eight years of living together in the same tiny apartment he loved Edsel madly. The only thing that had changed was that Toki was starting to get the distinct feeling that Edsel did actually feel the same.
Toki wasnt quite sure when he got the idea that Edsel loved him as well, but at first it had seemed ridiculous. He convinced himself that to even come up with such a thing was just wishful thinking on his part and he pushed it out of his mind immediately. Unfortunately a few days later the idea came back and this time it
NaNoWriMo08 - Giving of ThanksGiving of ThanksNaNoWriMo08 - Giving of Thanks in Short Stories More Like This
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.
TriumphTriumph in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
triumph for the King
His truth will be acknowledged
all shall be revealed
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
(it's not like I'm trying to clean myself up too)I'm sick to death(it's not like I'm trying to clean myself up too) in Free Verse More Like This
of bleeding on the carpet
and being the one
to clean it up.
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
nightlife.the heat rises and setsnightlife. in Free Verse More Like This
under the black elm silhouettes
it is you
and it is me
and we are painting ourselves
against the sky.
the days rain melts
itself from greyed rooftops
and drips like the songs
of summer and ice.
night is only so dark with
writhing demons in its
cyclic rise and fall
when the stars are afraid to
open their eyes, to
look down at the sadness
the world has become;
it is hot like infection as
the poems stutter against
sad and empty bones,
sad and empty homes,
the nests of mother robins
barren too early in
i promise you,
under the bowing bodies
of the elms,
in the way that i feel
small in your arms,
that i will be a perfect human.
you tell me with a
flutter of lips on my humid skin,
'there are too many ways
for a human to die.'
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
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: 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 4"NO."Hellsing: Matchmaker 4 in General Fiction More Like This
"Let me just!"
"NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS."
Harley glared at the woman in front of her, defiance blazing in her bright blue eyes which was met with the stony look in the darker ones in front of her. She crossed her arms and sulked. "Can I just say what I got to say?" She snapped, a little upset.
"You already did," Integra snapped back. "And the answer is NO." A few minutes ago, Harley had come running in, looking ecstatic though she had a large bump on her head. This was what Integra blamed for the idea that the teenager presented her with. There couldn't be another explanation for it. The blonde couldn't stand seeing Harley distraught, but there didn't seem to be any way around out.
"There is absolutely no way that we are going to have a Valentine's Day party-"
"-Ball," The teen instantly corrected, earning another glare.
"Whatever. It doesn't matter-"
"And why is that?"
"'Cause ANYONE can throw a party, but a select fe
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: Laundry 3Alucard sighed. He tapped his fingers on the desk, propping up his elbow and putting his chin on his hand. His crimson eyes narrowed slightly as he glared at the computer monitor.Hellsing: Laundry 3 in General Fiction More Like This
This was taking forever.
The vampire sighed again. "How does Walter endure this?" He muttered aloud. He had been sitting there for five minutes, waiting for the computer to turn on. And it was five minutes too long. The computer was taking forever. And all Alucard wanted to do was a search on guns.
Ever since the microwave and washing machine incident, Alucard wasn't allowed to leave the mansion grounds, much less the basement, except when Integra needed him. Seras had felt a little bad about this, so she managed to convince Walter to install a computer down there to keep him entertained. Both failed to tell him that it would take so long for it to actually boot up.
Another sigh. What was he supposed to do with a computer anyway? He didn't want to play those card games Seras had shown him on the normal comput
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
Hellsing: Laundry 2 SNDIt was Thursday.Hellsing: Laundry 2 SND in Fan Fiction More Like This
Out of all the things that Alexander Anderson hated, he hated Thurdays. A lot.
Why would he hate Thurdays? The answer is actually very simple.
It was Laundry Day.
Why would he hate Laundry Day? Easy!
It was the new washing machine. A Whirlpool, to be exact. It looked like any ordinary washing machine. White. Big. Could open up. Could clean clothes. Only, there was one difference.
The priest was convinced it was possessed by a demon. Late at night, it would start thumping up and down, making a lot of racket, waking the kids and him up. It would stop in the middle of a load. But the worst part...the part that made him convinced it was possessed...was that itwould never get the stains out of any of his robes. There would always be a tiny blood stain on them, somewhere, cleverly hidden from him. But he would always find them...eventually.
So, there he was, in the laundry room, glaring at the washing machine.
The washing machine stared back at him.
"Ah hate ye," he growled,
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
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 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
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
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
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.
KnivesRusted pain building behind my eyesKnives in Free Verse More Like This
and you just twist the knife in deeper
It's too late for you to turn back now
Entertainment couldn't get much cheaper
I'm too damn proud to admit my mistakes
You just keep on prodding me along
A little bit of anger is all it takes
I'll slam some doors and then I'm gone
Reject my apologies again
Stab away my breath
If you took the knife out now
I would probably bleed to death
DisappearingIn a little streetDisappearing in Free Verse More Like This
The storm darkening its narrow opening
Your umbrella over the unknown lovers
Running after you
Off in the shade
Disappearing in a mirror
As they undressed
Woman, you were too much
A lone someone,
Traveling with fate
Over and over
Running after lovers in the darkening street
ScarsLeaning over, she pushed her long hair behind her ears, letting the two strands of black hang down over the edge of the cliff. A small pebble fell loose from her movement and fell straight down, disappearing into the mist. Even with her hearing, she wouldnt catch the sound of it hitting the ground. It was too far away. She closed her eyes, feeling the air currents caressing her face.Scars in Fantasy More Like This
Have you made your decision?
She turned around, and then faced the edge again, taking a deep breath. Yes.
What will it be?
Without answering, she pulled off her shirt, baring her back to their claws, gasping as the first blow struck.
This is for your betrayal.
Your betrayal of us.
It continued, for only ten minutes but it felt like hours. Finally, blood running down her back, she collapsed to the ground, dangerously close to the cliff edge. She sobbed silently, unable to stay silent any longer. She lay
MirrorTake a deep breath,Mirror in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take a chance;
Funny how your world can change
With just one glance
Put yourself out there;
Hope youll be accepted
Try not to think about
The possibility of being rejected
Leaving things unsaid,
Trying not to screw up
Things you dont want her to see
You try to cover up
Say everything youre feeling;
And hope it will make her stay
Yet nothing can stop the flow of time
That might decide to take her away
I take a deep breath,
Shake my head,
Stop thinking about the future;
And enjoy the present instead
Stop looking into your eyes
Like a mirror
Instead of whats out there,
Think about whats here
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.
In Tents -like boy scouts-IntenseIn Tents -like boy scouts- in Free Verse More Like This
More than two because we broke the first one
Pressed up against headboards,
Making no sounds
Except for a rapid heartbeat
Fading over time
Wet towels left on the floor
Four ones left under an empty glass
Everything seen through a bus window
Lying down by the bleachers
Standing, backed against the garage door
Forgetting what was gained
Until it was lost
The sums an infinite amount
Adding up to one thing
Nou venitulPrivește-mă mai bine!Nou venitul in Free Verse More Like This
Din râs dau în frig
Și din frig nu mă urnesc
Am țipat eu,ai fugit tu?
Nu mai știu
Am stat în fața răscrucii
Erai ascuns de o reclamă ieftină la pantofi parcă
Nu ne găsisem
Mă tot sunai
Dar telefonul îl lăsasem în geantă
Iar geanta era în bar
Eu stăteam în frig
Totuși un cârlig a făcut tumbe în jurul buricului
M-a smucit în mii și mii de zvâcniri
Și ceva m-a făcut să mă întorc spre tine
Îți tremură mâinile
"Cu ce am greșit?De ce ești supărată pe mine?
Vreau să fim bine.Suntem bine?"
Erau prea multe întrebări
Te-ai aplecat din genunchi până ai ajuns la nivelul meu
Luându-mă de umeri m-ai scuturat zdravăn
Povara prea grea mă făcea să-mi fie tot mai potrivnică deschiderea ple
14 februarieEram la metrou Unirii și în fața mea se târâia o fată cu un palton cafeniu,lung până în podea.Îi cade o scrisoare din geantă.Mă aplec și văd că era arsă la colțuri.O apuc de mijloc,se fărămițase marginea.Când îmi ridic privirile pregătită să țip : oprește-te,fată cu palton cafeniu,ți-a căzut ceva din geantă,ea deja se făcuse dispărută.14 februarie in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cobor la Romană.Navighez printre iazurile de acumulare doar ca să îmi alunece piciorul în abisul abisurilor,cea mai adâncă băltoacă ever.Îmi simțeam picioarele umezi,amorțite sub greutatea șosetelor umede strânse de membrele mele.Intru la Diverta și mă așez într-un fotoliu roșu.Moral nu trebuia să deschid scrisoarea...
"14 februarie 2010.
M-ai întrebat în acel cadru intim,la lumina lu
In drum spre casaPe bancheta din spate stau întinsă și las muzica emisă de Europa Fm să-mi justifice tremuratul mâinii.Eventual și gropile din asfalt facilitează tremuratul.In drum spre casa in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Drumul spre casă pare departe de mine sau de viața pe care o duc așa că simulând o oboseală cronică pot să scap de întrebările evidente.Îmi pun mâna peste ochi și îmi întredeschid gura.Aproape că sforăi.Fratele meu îmi mai aruncă ocheade,poate vrea să se asigure că încă mai respir.Sunt pe punctul de a spune tot ce mă apasă de atâta timp și știu că dacă îl privesc mă descoase și totul în jur va capăta o aură mistică,aproape patetic de dramatică.Mirosul de tămâie,lumânările,confesionalul,sutana,semnul crucii,baticuri și închinatul la idoli ciopliți în lemn.Pentru mine
Fabrica de lacrimiPe masa rece din spitalFabrica de lacrimi in Free Verse More Like This
Mâna îmi tremura
Pe masa rece din spital
Mușchii îmi mai zvâcneau
Făcând masa să se balanseze
Fiind aproape de cădere
Curmă-mi din durere
Singurul lucru viu care-mi aducea aminte de vechea persoană
Se prelingea din ochi,emanând căldură
Șine înlăcrimate ca niște tranșee șubrede
Război cu mine însămi
Horcăind prin întuneric încerc totuși să-mi așez mâinile în fața ochilor
Degeaba.Nu-mi pot desprinde pleoapele
Nu pot vedea
Și-mi cad mâinile pe lângă corp
Nu mai am control asupra mușchilor
În colțul gurii se dezvăluie un firicel de salivă
Brusc-nu mă mai pot mișca
Doctorul mă învârte în cercuri pe targa rece de spital
Și așternuturile se rup de la prea mult clor
Doua ciori cu viciiChiciură depusă pe stâlpi de telegrafDoua ciori cu vicii in Free Verse More Like This
Un telefon matinal care îți dă lumea peste cap
Un fost coleg de liceu care te apelează doar ca să îți audă vocea
Nu scoate niciun sunet,dar e la capătul liniei
Un tremurat incontrolabil al mâinii și o greață matinală
O teamă pur feminină care apare încă de la început
Și mii și mii de întrebări
De ce eu?De ce acum?De ce îmi face asta?Are de gând să-mi joace o altă farsă?Un alt rău pentru această minte de prea multe ori încercată?
Acest corp slăbit de orgolii și arbitrări de reguli
Care mai de care dăunătoare
Ca niște ciori ne procopsim cu tot felul de jocuri psihologice bolnave
Lăsându-ne aripile negre să fie purtate spre o sperietoare de ciori
Ca să ne oprească din zbor
Mi-am întins mâna după butonul ro
En garde Flirt sucit-Cum mă simți?En garde Flirt sucit in Free Verse More Like This
-Ca să spui asta trebuie să mă fi gustat întâi.
-Îmi pare rău,am închis ușa
-Iar eu ți-am dărâmat casa.Dar măcar ușa a rămas în picioare,dacă restul s-au pleoștit.
-Te referi cumva la masculinitatea mea?
-Cât de nesigur trebuie să fii!Te simți amenințat?
-Nu te flata singură.
-Nu te mai acuza atunci.Iar de flatările tale nu am nevoie oricum.
El scrâșni din dinți și se năpusti spre ea,proptind-o de ușă,ținându-i încheieturile mâinii într-o strânsoare care nu mai lăsa sângele să circule.
-Trebuie să fi simțit durerea înainte ca să știi cum să o provoci.
Ea îi mușcă buzele până când el îngenunchie de durere și profitând de be
Rochia rosieFantoma degetelor tale încă mai pulsează pe pieleRochia rosie in Free Verse More Like This
Ca umbra zăpadei amare
Alama ochilor tăi e cea mai dulce miere
Fantoma degetelor tale
Vinul roșu scurs pe mine
Cea mai curioasă rochie roșie
Bronzul mătrăgunei dragostei
Fuga ne subjugă- sub piedestalul iubirii stăm ascunși
Fantoma degetelor tale...
Semne de circulație pe gâtul nostru
Dungi roșiatice,pulsații neregulate
Și foarte mulți aburi pe geamuri
Nimeni n-are de gând să plece
Și totuși nimeni n-are de gând să mai stea
Fantoma degetelor tale
Coada soarelui nu a fost nicicând mai interesantă
La lumina felinarelor
Sprijinindu-ne de propria obsesie făurim zei din propriile haine
Doar ca să-i uităm în colțul camerei
Pașii umbrei foșnesc și dispar
Și vreau să mai aud o dată
Cât de frumoasă e rochia roșie
Desigur...Pianul tot cânta în vamăDesigur... in Free Verse More Like This
Pianul alb ,nea pe nisip
Mărgele atârnând de gât
Ideea ta legată de iubirea mea---
Hai să fim serioși
Niciodată nu voi fi a ta
Traista brodată de hipioți sub șindrile
Ploaia în stradă și țigări date pe sub mână
Unghii false,pantofi cu toc
Ieftine idei feminine
Ale tale toate îs
(a)puse-n clape de nisip
Role fine de filmări
Dame negre cu inimi întoarse pe dos
Matroana culegerilor unor iubiri nestemate
Și distorsionarea imaginilor
Poate totul e verde când în față jucăm popice cu sticle returnabile
De bere vere
O să îmi fie dor de părul tău blond
Și de acei ochi albaștri,foarte albaștri
Nespus de---prea mult-
Albastru...e prea mult
Sunt aici fiindcă acolo desemnează prezența ta
Delimitează-mi codul cu bățul pe pietre sfărâmate
NecrutatoareDacă ar fi iubit-o pe eaNecrutatoare in Free Verse More Like This
Ar mai fi stat aici
Dacă ar fi iubit-o pe ea
Am mai fi urmărit o licărire de stele
Dar ce se întâmplă
Cu fuga neîncetată?
Cauzată de nimeni alta
Decât propria persoană
Ți-ai dezvăluit toate secretele
Însă nu m-ai impresionat
Ținându-ne de mână
Țipăm în oraș
Ținându-de de mână
Uităm să ne iubim
Dacă era vorba de Nimic
Tu ai fi fost aici
Dar nu ești
Prea dureros,nu-i așa?
Dar mie nu-mi pasă
Vobeste mi de muzicaCum e să stai pe copaci morți?Mi-ai zis într-o friguroasă zi de generalăVobeste mi de muzica in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Chiuleam de la mate și ne ascundeam sub plăpumi
Crezând că vor veni zeii să ne bată
Am memorii,într-adevăr, râzând cu tine în pat
Ca un film vechi,necesar ca o rolă de hârtie igienică
Obișnuiam să ne închidem ochii,strângând pleoapele de palme
Doar ca să vedem pe fundal întunecat pete de lumină
Și stele căzătoare
Vorbește-mi de muzică!Te rugam în pauzele de 10 minute
Ce te mai comformai docil ca o proaspătă călugăriță!
Am încercat zilele trecute să te fac să revii la realitate
Dar ești mai înalt ca mine,brunet cu ochelari cu rame groase
Și lentile extrem de mari-o libelulă!Da,da!Asta ești!
Acum alcoolul îți este o mai bună companie
Eu cine îți sunt?