CopingWhere you make the mistake - where everyone makes the same bloody mistake - is thinking that it ends. That after the funeral and the tears and the drinking and the waking up in the middle of the night wondering why the bed's so damn cold and the having to remind yourself there's no need to keep the chemicals up out of five-year-old reach...that after all of that, it ends. Finishes. New leaf, new chapter, new whatever-the-hell you want to call it that means that they're gone, vanished, erased, and all that's left are the memories.Coping in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It doesn't end.
It never bloody ends. It doesn't end when you're lying on your bed after you've seen their ashes going into the ground and wondering how the hell you're supposed to keep going after this. It doesn't end when you put the last toy away in a cardboard box and push it under the bed, or when you draw her sword for the last time to make sure it goes away clean and sharp. It doesn't end when you're not thinking about it every day. It doesn't end when,
The MedicIt's awful bloody hard, when you're coughing on the smokeThe Medic in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And your clothes are dripping through with blood and sweat
And it's awful bloody hard when you're half-about to choke
And you're damn near down as low as you can get
But you'll grit your teeth and take it,
And by all the gods you'll make it
And you'll pull some other poor sod through the pain
And you'll swear and snarl and scold him
On the brink of death you'll hold him
Then you'll stagger out and do it all again
For there's no rest for the wicked when the bullets rip the air
And there's always bodies falling up ahead
And we're running low on medics and we've no-one else to spare
So you're out among the wounded and the dead
So you'll slog through dirt and muck
Pulling bodies from the ruck
And you'll try with every ounce of strength you've got
'Mid the stench and grime and gore
And the bloody hell of war
To save the beaten, maimed and slashed and shot
But there's always bodies falling, when the guns begin to roar
And there's some
NemesisShe stood on a beach as wide as eternity, and counted her toes.Nemesis in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were ten of them, which wasn't surprising - she had ten fingers, after all, and arms and legs had a sort of symmetry about them - and they wiggled in the sand like small pink moles, nosing blindly through the silver grains.
She lifted one foot, noticing the way her balance shifted to compensate, and brought it up just far enough that she could get a close look at the underside. It was covered in small deep lines, like contours on a map, and she traced them over with her fingers, giggling slightly at the tickling feeling the action provoked.
Her toes wiggled more, as if the moles were trying to get away from the tickling, and she stuck her tongue out at them. Silly toes.They didn't even have a proper use - not like her fingers, which could do all manner of things (sometimes without being told), or her eyes, which could see in every colour anyone had thought ever existed and some that they hadn't, or her arms or her le
Hunter and Hunted"Do you people never learn?"Hunter and Hunted in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The hunter whirled around, crucifix held out protectively in front of him - as a precaution, of course, because this particular Creature of the Night had been well and truly staked, and therefore...really should not have been standing right in front of him wearing a rather aggrieved expression and gesturing to the large bloodstain on his coat.
Which was, however, precisely what he was doing.
The hunter stared.
The vampire stared back, steadfastly refusing to become any less inconveniently alive.
The hunter cleared his throat. "Um."
"I said, do you people never learn?" The undead rolled his eye, attempting to pull the edges of the hole in his waistcoat together. "That's the third time I've been staked this year, and it's starting to get more than a little infuriating. And I fail to see how that-" he waved a hand towards the crucifix "-is supposed to have the slightest effect on me."
Shaken, the hunter reached into his pocket for his flask of Ho
Home for ChristmasI'm not a Christian.Home for Christmas in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If anything, December 25th's the fifth day of Pancha Ganapati. Not much in our house - might be culturally Hindu, but I'm bloody lapsed when it comes to practising and No Religious Preference when it comes to the dogtag issue - but that's what the date evokes. No baby in a manger, no shepherds and wise men and angels and whatever else my daughter's school makes them dress up as (though I'm damn sure there weren't any dinosaurs in the original story, whatever she says), and no bloody celebrating the birth of someone who probably didn't exist and wasn't divine if he did.
Like I said, not a Christian.
Doesn't mean I'm not enjoying the rest of it, though. Not the tinsel and the decorating and the tree (gods know why we have to have one, but invariably I end up knocking the damn thing over because there's no room for it and the wheelchair in the same room), and certainly not the bloody carols (never mind the carol singers - should be illegal to inflict that much overche
100themes61: Fairy Tale"What the bloody hell is 'Christmas'?"100themes61: Fairy Tale in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Archer smiles, more than a little amused by his friend's irritated tone. "It's a winter celebration of sorts, as far as I've been able to discern. A Christian one - something to do with their God being born." He pauses, not entirely sure he's got this right, and reconsiders. "Or maybe their God's son - I'm not entirely sure. There's something to do with trees in there as well, and stars, and someone named 'Father Christmas' or 'Saint Nicholas', but I'm not exactly sure how it all fits together."
From Malben's expression it's clear that he's got even less of an idea (and is probably even more confused now Archer's had an attempt at explaining it). It's also very clear that, whatever the reasoning behind said 'winter celebration of sorts', it's obviously done something to annoy him.
And, when Felix walks into the room, it's very clear what that is: the half-Fae has one arm in a sling and is sporting a rather startlingly purple bruise on his forehead
Footnote To The ApocalypseThe day after the apocalypse, I read.Footnote To The Apocalypse in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I find a bookshop, one of the only buildings that hasn't been destroyed by the blast. The door is locked, but the front window has a hole in it , and my shirt-wrapped fingers manage to break away enough of the splinters to create some sort of entrance. For the first time in my life, I am thankful for being small.
My hands are bleeding when I get inside. My shoulder is too - there's a sliver of glass buried in it too deep to dig out - and the gashes on my chest have opened up again, but there isn't much I can do about those. I don't want to bleed on the books, that's all.
I don't have any bandages, so I cut up the rest of my sleeves and wrap my fingers in the fabric: not perfect, but it will stop the worst of the staining. Then, I hunt.
It isn't a targeted pursuit - I'm after anything that's unburned, unbroken, and with all the pages intact - but somehow a pattern starts to emerge in the pile I make under the kneehole of the desk (animal
100themes53: Keeping A Secret"Would you allow me to speak bluntly for a moment?"100themes53: Keeping A Secret in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You're a hypocrite and a fool. And you're going to kill yourself if you keep that up."
The expression the vampire was favoured with suggested that his companion (who was at this moment somewhat unable to respond due to being in the process of parting company with his last meal) more than understood the probable consequences of his actions. And, what was worse, didn't particularly care.
Unfortunately for him, Archer did. "As your comrade in arms, and, I would hope, your friend, I'm not going to stand by and see you do this to yourself. Do you understand me?"
"It's- urgh- it's none of your bloody business. I-"
"You're the only reliable and skilled healer we have. That makes it my business as much as anyone's if you decide to poison yourself."
That got more of a heated response, at least, once the other man had finished vomiting into the sink. "It's not a damn poison, Archer, and you know that as well as I do. I just accid
100themes42: Standing Still100themes42: Standing Still in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2.00: Semi-amputated finger first wound of the day, courtesy of Felix (what a surprise.) Unable to save digit. Anaesthetic (local), amputated, stitched skin over stump, sent off with a warning r.e. what would happen if he did that again (even he's not that stupid. Hopefully).
6.00: Revising notes.
7.00: Rest of morning quiet, hopefully.
8.00: Restocked #8, #14 and #7. Running low on #3 - remake batches of.
10.00: Cleaned and sharpened scalpels and bonesaw, and took inventory.
11.20: Still nothing. Don't know whether to be pleased or not. (Sick of bloody running to stay in the same place. Much easier to stand still. Impossible, though.)
13.10: Vampires to put back together again (Oh joy). Archer polite, as usual. Sabbat less so.
13.30: Black eye. No treatment necessary, save telling patient what a bloody idiot he is for antagonising vampires (and he already knows.)
15.00: Massive cranial trauma. Unable to save patien
100themes2: LoveThe Thebans had the right idea, you know. The whole 'make your army out of couples' thing? That works.100themes2: Love in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You want evidence? Just look around you.
See those two over there - the dark one with the scowl and the pale-as-death one with the eyepatch? You wouldn't think it, but there's more than meets the eye going on there. Has been for a very very long time (for all that one of them's the most homophobic bastard it's ever been my displeasure to have been unable to avoid meeting).
And those two there, the girls sitting with their heads together over the crossword puzzle? They're more than just friends and, unlike the other two, quite a bit more open about it. You see?
Or those three - the couple sitting by the window with the little girl playing by their feet? She was born here, you know. The only life she's ever known is inside this place, and the only people she's ever known are the lot of us: I suppose you could say we're her extended family. We all take turns looking after her,
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
Cartas para ninguemJa te escrevi vezes sem contaCartas para ninguem in Free Verse More Like This
Todas cartas ao lixo foram parar
Sinto-me parva, sinto-me tonta
Porque nenhuma consegui enviar
Escrevo coisas lindas, maravilhosas
Partilho contigo meus pensamentos
Invento sonhos, viagens deliciosas
Descrevo nossos doces momentos
Mas nenhuma me sai da mão
E até nem sei porque as escrevo
Tenho esta duvida no coraçao
Nao saber se as enviar eu devo
Queria dizer as coisas que sinto
Mostar-te meu imenso desejo
Por ti, meu amor, mas pressinto
Que tu nunca me darás um beijo
O papel, a caneta de tinta preta
Sao os meus fieis confidentes
A eles conto minha vida secreta
Meus desejos mais prementes
Tenho em mim muita tristeza
Por nao as conseguir enviar
Mas tenho tambem a certeza
Que das cartas nao irias gostar
Foste sempre frio e distante
E nunca para mim irás olhar
Marido, amigo ou apenas amante
Sei que nunca me irás amar
É enfim hora de te esquecer
O lindo papel de carta guardar
Para ti nao vou mais escrever
Vou meu coraçao
Sorriso palidoSorriso palido in Free Verse More Like This
Esbocei um pálido sorriso
Tão pouco me apetecia rir
E de fingir eu não preciso
Preciso é de querer sorrir
Há muito que assim me sinto
Triste e sem vontade de sorrir
Sorrio e parece que minto
E nao tenho vontade de mentir
Tanto sentimento contido
Muita tristeza e tanta dor
Num sorriso assim fingido
Nem tem glória nem valor
É tao triste, tão doloroso
Nao querer jamais sorrir
E pensamento tenebroso
É nunca mais o querer sentir
Guardo-o, triste, só para mim
Fica cá dentro guardado
E no dia que sorrir por fim
Será um belo sorriso rasgado...
Olha amor...Olha amor... in Free Verse More Like This
Olha amor, como voa a libelinha
Vê como voa tranquila, serena
Vê como ela é fragil e pequena
Voando perto da ribeirinha
Olha amor, como ela é bela
Como parece tão bem dançar
Como se as flores fosse abraçar
Saltitando desta para aquela
Olha amor, vês como parece rir
Como é doce e melodiosa
A sua voz rica, maravilhosa
Só um breve e ligeiro zumbir
Olha amor, o fato tão cheio de cor
Que traz todos os dias vestido
E na verdade faz todo o sentido
É para agradar ao seu amor
Olha amor, como faz esta criatura
Para agradar ao seu amor
Que tudo embeleza, enche de cor
Que por ele luta com bravura
Olha amor, olha bem com atenção
Porque faço eu também assim
Para que gostes também de mim
E me guardes em teu coração...
O meu amigo o marO meu amigo o mar in Free Verse More Like This
Pus-me à escuta, prestei atenção,
Era um som sibilante, cantante.
Bela, mas muito bela canção,
Era aquela melodia errante.
Primeiro um leve murmurar
Depois um assobio fugidio,
Fui andar, bem devagar,
Atrás daquele som vadio.
Cheguei um pouco mais perto,
Tão perto que o podia sentir,
Debaixo do imenso céu aberto,
Ali estava ele, a sorrir, a rir,
O cantor mais belo, fascinante,
As vezes numa fúria de arrasar
Mas sempre irresistível
Ali estava ele, o mar
Se um dia...Se um diaSe um dia... in Free Verse More Like This
Se um dia eu pudesse escrever
Um lindo poema de amor
Ou numa tela derramar a cor
Pintar para que pudesses ver
O meu grande amor por ti .
Se um dia eu pudesse cantar
Uma terna e doce melodia
Passear contigo ao fim do dia
E mostrar numa noite de luar
O meu grande amor por ti
Se um dia eu pudesse esculpir
Em barro os meus sentimentos
Se fugissem meus pensamentos
De mim para ti conseguirias sentir
O meu grande amor por ti
Se um dia eu pudesse amar-te
Se pudesse ter-te no meu peito
E a tua boca perto, a jeito
Tu sentirias ao beijar-te
O meu grande amor por ti
Nada mudouNada mudou in Free Verse More Like This
O sol nao parou de brilhar
O mar não parou de subir e baixar
As flores não pararam de crescer
E o vento nao parou de correr
A chuva não parou de cair
E calor fez-se na mesma sentir
A neve continua branca e bela
E a flor do campo continua amarela
Os passaros fazem ninho nos beirais
Como em todos os anos iguais
O nono mes é setembro
Tal como desde que me lembro
O cheiro das rosas continua maravilhoso
Assim como o da canela delicioso
Nada no mundo mudou
A ordem das coisas não se alterou
Todas continuam no mesmo lugar
Onde se acostumaram a estar
e nem choveram meteoritos
nem ouvi ninguem aos gritos
so porque tenho a alma vazia
que ao contrario do que se dizia
ainda ninguem veio preencher
e assim, aos poucos, foi facil esquecer
como se ama alguem de coraçao
ficando apenas a eterna solidão!
O vazio que eu sinto...O vazio que eu sinto... in Free Verse More Like This
Sinto um vazio cá dentro de mim
E não sei como o hei-de preencher
Não sei que pensar ou o que fazer
Para deixar de me sentir assim
Sinto falta de vida na minha vida
Queria sentir a alma a explodir
Queria ter um rumo para onde ir
Para não me sentir assim perdida
Sinto que muito mais poderia dar
Abrir as portas do meu coração
Assim fico sempre com a sensação
Que vou morrer sem voltar a amar
Sinto tanto e tão profundamente
Tantas e tantas coisas que quis
Que muito quis ter e ser, ser feliz
E nunca o fui completamente
Sinto falta de ser algo que não sou
Queria amar muito e ser amada
E no vazio não estar aprisionada
Sem saber onde fui, para onde vou
Sinto em certos dias tristes a solidão
Que vem pé ante pé p´rá minha beira
Que em mim se envolve fria, matreira
Espalhando em mim desolação
Sinto falta do amor, de um carinho
Falta de um terno abraço, dum beijo
De olhos fechados...Fecho os olhos suavementeDe olhos fechados... in Free Verse More Like This
Um sorriso nos lábios a bailar
Quero assim estar eternamente
Sentir-me leve, leve, a flutuar
Sinto-te pertinho de mim
A tua presença consigo sentir
Ouço o teu respirar por fim
E sem querer estou a sorrir
Tremo quando me tocas a medo
Um frémito quase doloroso
Quando no rosto sinto teu dedo
Tremor louco e maravilhoso
Vens então de mansinho
Pegas-me na mão para dançar
Com tanta ternura e carinho
Sinto meus olhos marejar
Encostas o teu corpo ao meu
Enlaças-me em teus braços
Não há abraço como o teu
E nesta dança sigo teus passos
Não posso a magia quebrar
A beleza, o encantamento
Quero fazer este instante durar
Muito mais que um momento
Quero te tanto como nunca quis
Nenhum outro amor para mim
E neste instante sou feliz
Em paz e harmonia enfim....
LamentoEncosto a cara à janelaLamento in Free Verse More Like This
Esta fria, mas não importa
Preciso do amparo dela
O meu ser já não comporta
Mais tristezas e amarguras
Estou triste, estou cinzenta
Como as nuvens lá nas alturas
Que ameaçam tormenta
As gotas de chuva miudinhas
Rolam uma a uma sem parar
São lágrimas iguais às minhas
Iguais as que costumo chorar
Fico ali tão só, escura como breu
Perdida em mil pensamentos
Tão tristes como o céu
Vejo as árvores dançar
Vergarem com a força do vento
Ouço-o lá fora a uivar
Num tão amargo lamento
Sinto um aperto tão forte
Dentro de mim, na minha alma
Fico pensando na morte
Preciso tanto de calma
Só queria poder dormir
Para sempre, eternamente
Ter paz, tranquilidade e não sentir
A angustia que se sente
Quando já não se pode ter
Esperança no futuro
Que ainda se possa viver
Respirar é já tão duro
Mais já não posso aguentar
Estou exausta, es
Gratitude is A Fickle BeastI relished the feel of the grass between my toes. I dug them down deeper into the soil, and let the dew kiss them a midmorning hello.Gratitude is A Fickle Beast in Short Stories More Like This
An involuntary sigh broke from my lips and my eyes lifted to the flawless sky, with a hint of clouds, because it knew that I loved to look for shapes in them when I was lying on my back and gazing up. Happiness, though not quite within reach, was hovering close enough to tinge everything around me with its beauty.
My cutoffs protested and my thin tee shirt flapped against the bare midsection beneath it, but I smiled as I broke into a run. On and on, through the open field spotted with various weeds and daisies, I raced. Alone in this forgotten world inside a world, I felt at home.
There were no other humans who could even dream of causing me pain, here, and that was how I preferred it these days. I'd reached my limit with people. They weren't worth the trouble they caused, I'd decided.
Now Nature, she was kind. Nurturing, loving; a true Mother to all she
Counting SecondsTalia knew what was coming. If she paused to think about it, she knew she would find exactly what she'd suspected all along, shoved carelessly in among her sheltered memories.Counting Seconds in Short Stories More Like This
Trouble was, she didn't have the time.
The seconds counted down, one after the other, until only a handful were left at the end of the day.
What she'd been hoping to avoid for years had finally come to stand right in front of her, where she couldn't run away from it any longer.
Kneeling by the bed, she took his hand in hers as she tried to control the tremors running through her body. The shaking on the outside was nothing compared to what this was doing to her insides, though.
Devon had been by her side for as long as she could remember, always waiting to catch her when life began to take its toll on her fragile self esteem. And now it seemed that Fate had switched their places. Now it was her by his side as he battled for his life--it just didn't seem fair to him.
She wasn't the fighter he was; she couldn't han
TMD-- Silver and GoldMy first thought when I opened my eyes wasn't in the least bit coherent.TMD-- Silver and Gold in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scrabbling to clear my mind, the next one was more intelligible: Where am I now?
I did a quick surveillance scan of the area, somehow managing to miss the looming shadow that was my character, standing a few feet behind me.
"What do you think you're doing?"
I'm fairly certain I yelped, and spun to face him. "Aegis! Don't do that!" I whispered vehemently.
He looked unperturbed at my scolding, in fact, he acted as though I hadn't spoken at all, pushing past me to gather the scene in his own eyes.
"This seems like an excessive amount of land to battle on," he observed, his tone mildly bored.
Not hearing an affirmation of his statement, he turned, but I was already scampering off, touching the trees and grasses of the wooded area we had materialized in, marveling at their realness. Not for the first time, I wondered how we'd been transported.
"Can you at least try to act like you're
Yeah, I DoI read.Yeah, I Do in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I read to escape from the boringly simple life I've been born into.
I read to experience the creations of people just like me, made of a heart and skin and bones, just like me and somehow different.
I read to distract myself and to make my feelings soar like real life often, but not always, fails to do.
I read to fall in love, one hundred different times, over and over, until my heart's been filled to its capacity and broken, equally, one hundred times.
I read to realize that words matter, that they can take you places you'll never hope to glimpse in your life, and ever further.
I read to lessen the pain I feel over silly things that shouldn't matter, but do anyway.
I read to come to terms with disappointment, and to show myself that I can be strong like the heroes and heroines of the novels I love so much or at least that I can mimic them.
I read to fly among the birds, dive with the graceful whales, run with the sprinting cheetahs, and cry with the little babes, lost and
TMD-- Down the Rabbit Hole?I yawned and reached up to wipe the impending sleep from my eyes. This was definitely not the time to be falling asleep.TMD-- Down the Rabbit Hole? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had just begun to tap out the words to my next greatest story, possibly in all of time, and I'd reached my coffee limit already. This wasn't a good sign. But inspiration knocks when inspiration knocks, and I was not one to turn it away.
My body had other plans.
With every passing moment, my eyelids were drooping further down towards the warm, homey feeling of being closed, cradled even. There was a limited amount of time in which to pour out all the newfound creative genius; I was racing an invisible clock.
One minute, I was hunched over my glowing laptop screen, fingers flying furiously until they were nothing but blurs of pale skin, and the next I was tumbling down like Alice, darkened walls on either side of me as I fell without resistance into nothingness, unable to summon the ability to scream or even move.
The feeling of air rushing past me as I freefell was
OC Interview: Aarya and AegisThe GuidelinesOC Interview: Aarya and Aegis in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1.) As one of your characters answer the following
2.) Feel free to comment alongside your character as yourself, it adds to the fun and makes it more amusing to read x3
3.) It's easier to use one character at a time but if you want to do it again with another please feel free to ^^
4.) When answering don't feel like you have to tone down your characters. Do it all as you expect they really would if they were seriously answering these questions ^^
5.) Have fun
6.) Quiz created by: The-Bone-Snatcher
Characters: Aegis and Aarya
..:: || Phase One, The Basics || ::..
(In which the two meet for just the second time ever!)
What's your name?
Aegis: ...Who's asking?
Aarya: Aarya Rose, the one and only. *pokes* Be nice and introduce yourself, you lug.
Aegis: Don't tell me what to do, female!
Aarya: Excuse me, character?
Aegis: ...I'm Aegis.
Where are you:
Aegis: Wherever she isn't.
Aarya: Sunny Florida, all the way. (And he's in Sablewood, just so you know. He can't
A Single BreathShe says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars. It is easy to tell that she's unaccustomed to being alone. Ever since he left, she has watched the sky with undying fervor, as though hoping with all that she has he might return. It won't change a thing, of course, but the servants have long since given up the notion of rousing her from her trance; it is far easier for them to scuttle about the castle, cleaning and cooking at a minimum, than to wake her.A Single Breath in Short Stories More Like This
Adrina, they say, has not slept in four months. How could one call it "waking" if she has never closed her eyes? they wonder.
Tom Beckett shakes his head in despair at their lack of loyalty and devotion. He has come to meet with Adrina once more, after word of her late husband's flight reached his court. He curses the time his travel took from him, and greedily mounts the stairs to her lonely chamber in the West Tower, foolishly hoping she might reconsi
Leaving the Day BehindLeaving the Day Behind in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
leave the day behind
to a night of peaceful sleep
stars will bless your dreams
Dating It was actually pretty quiet today. Zak was keeping the screams down to a dull roar, the Monsters weren't acting up, and the shadows were keeping to the corners. Nikki could relax and read his magazine in peace.Dating in General Fiction More Like This
Though he couldn't enjoy it as much as he would have liked to, given that he was reading a Cosmo. It was something Zak had brought back for him. The boy tried, you had to give him that much.
He was flipping through an article about "10 Perfect Date Ideas" when Zak came up stairs from the basement.
"Nikki!" the lanky teen called out happily. Nikki chose not to respond and kept reading. Zak, wanting some recognition, flopped down next to the blue haired boy and poked
Christmas TimeChristmas TimeChristmas Time in General Fiction More Like This
Nikki was shivering badly. The power was out due to a heavy snow storm that had blown in hours ago; it had knocked out a lot of the power lines, leaving many houses without electricity. Or heat. All Nikki had to wear was a giant hoodie, his pants, and his socks and shoes.
Zak came up behind him and wrapped him in a hug. The raven haired boy was worried about his friend. Zak had put on layers of clothes that he had gotten off of the people he fed to the Monsters, but when he had offered Nikki the clothes he had refused. Now he was going to freeze. He felt so guilty.
"Nikki, please just put the clothes on."
"I w-w-will n-not p-put on some d-d-dead persons clothes!"
Zak flinched at the other boys harsh tone. He was only trying to help. He started moved away from Nikki, and saw that he was shivering quiet violently. With a determined look on his face he took o
:Sweet Nightmares: :Sweet Nightmares::Sweet Nightmares: in Horror More Like This
Nikki lay face down on the thread bare couch, his short electric blue hair splayed out on the old beaten pillows. He watched as Zak's shadows swam around the room like hungry fish, occasionally rearing up to nip at Nikki's fingers. Drawing back his hands he looked toward the door, wishing he could just walk out. The nasty little creatures would never let that happen though; they were always guarding the door. He would never be able to leave this run-down dump of a house.
Turning to lay on his back, he stared at the cracks in the ceiling. It was rather quiet tonight. Usually there would have been more screaming coming from the basement. Mostly from Zak feeding those horrible monsters.
Halloween Frights It was Halloween. The one night of the year where almost anything can and will happen. Nikki stood by the window smiling, watching the trick-or-treaters as they ran through the streets in their silly little costumes, begging for candy.Halloween Frights in Horror More Like This
Nikki himself had actually gotten into the Halloween spirit and had donned one of Zaks old blood stained hoodies. It was about three sizes too big and the hood covered his eyes when pulled down. Perfectly scary.
Zak, wanting to help keep his friend, smiling had lit candles and stuck them in the windows for the children to see. Light meant that there were people home, and the allure of free treats was much too hard to pass up for such a thing as caution. Nikki watched the first swarm of brats approach the door.
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Blood ran off of Zak in small streams as he came up from the sub-basement of the house. He was carrying the leg of a door-to-door sales man. He really hated those guys. He was tired and wanted to see Nikki, he hoped that seeing him would make him feel better. As he walked through the main part of the basement the Monsters growled at him; they were hungry. They hadn't been fed since yesterday. Zak tossed the leg into the shadows and heard the beasts fight over the limb; that would keep them quiet for a little while.
Trudging up the stairs he thought of Nikki. He really liked the other boy. He was much nicer to Zak then other people were. He talked to him like he was a normal person an
-Happy Birthday-Nikki sighed softly and stared out the window as he sat in the little nook in the front room. The snow was melting slowly but surely, the grass would soon start growing again. That should have made him happy...-Happy Birthday- in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But it didn't.
He was still here, in this house with a basement full of monsters. Living with a psycho-killer who 'loved' him. And today was his birthday. He was 20 years old now and he had thought he'd be living a much better life than this.
He had wanted a home of his own, a family, his friends and he couldn't have any of that. The blue-turning back to dirty blonde-haired young man glared at the people passing by the window. It wasn't fair. Why did they get to be free when he was trapped-
He turned to see Zak smiling at him timidly. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He was getting worked up far too often these days.
"What is it, Zak?"
Rebellion 2 Alright, darling. There are twenty five kids here at Camp Whatever. Reilly said, holding up one small hand and opening and closing it five times. The teenager motioned towards one of the brightly colored cabins with the same hand before letting it rest on his hip. Thirteen girls and twelve boys. Were allowed to talk to the girls but not in the cabins, like anything would happen anyway.Rebellion 2 in Teen More Like This
Following his newfound friend, Echos gaze traveled over the area, taking in all of the new sights. A flash of pink caught his eye and he turned his head to look at the group of girls gathered around a bright pink table. Turning back to look at Reilly, he let his eyes slide over the boys slim figure, taking in the almost feminine curves.
Oh. And thats not allowed either.
Rebellion 3 Sighing, he glanced around the room. Bored. Dear god, he was bored. The sixteen year old's gaze slid towards the bunk next to him. Brooklyn sat on the bed reading a book reading a book, a pair of headphones on his head as he mouthed the words. Was he even really reading the book or trying to look busy? Whatever, he clearly didn't want to talk.Rebellion 3 in Teen More Like This
Echo turned his eyes towards Reilly's bunk across the room. Standing next to it, the small brunet brushed his hair, occasionally running his fingers through the long, thick strands. Why was Reilly so obsessed with his hair? Sure, it was pretty but damn...wait, what the hell? Why was he thinking this way about the other male? It was just...wrong.
Flopping down on the bed, he stared at the ceiling. Bored. Bored. Dear god, he was bored.
Rebellion 5 "Reilly, I think I'm going insane."Rebellion 5 in Teen More Like This
Blinking, the small brunet turned his head to look at his new friend, raising an eyebrow. "Huh?"
The two sat beneath a large oak tree, Reilly lying on the cool grass, Echo leaning against the tree. It was a Sunday and thankfully, the campers were spared the embarrassment that came with Mrs. Clark's lectures. Of course, no school on weekends. Everyone in the camp seemed to be out today, each enjoying the sun in their own ways.
Brooklyn was playing a game of touch football with a few of the more athletic campers, Carey sat on a bench reading a book and Mrs. Clark was bothering Troy as the man re-painted one of the cabins. Pretty boring but whatever, lazy days were appreciated once in a while, especially to Echo.
How long had he been here? A week or two? It just did
Rebellion 1 The door swung open and a woman stepped inside, clad in something that could only be described as a pink monstrosity stepped in. Blonde hair perfectly styled, the woman held a megaphone in hand. "Good morning, my darlings! Time to get up and greet the day!" She said brightly, her high pitched voice amplified tenfold by the instrument in her hand. "Wake up!"Rebellion 1 in Teen More Like This
Blanket covered figured groaned, shifting every so often. "Fuck off." One mumbled.
"I said wake up!" The woman screamed into the amplifier, one perfectly manicured hand balling up into a fist. "NOW!"
She beamed as sleepy bodies rolled out of uniform beds. Marching through the large room, heels clicking loudly, she continued to speak into the megaphone even though she was less than five feet away from everyone else. "It's so wonderful to see yo
Rebellion 4 It just didn't make sense...why on earth would Carey be having sex with a camp counselor? Troy had to be at least five years older than Carey, the man was an authority figure. Didn't Carey have a boyfriend? That was what Carey said...maybe Troy was the boyfriend.Rebellion 4 in Teen More Like This
Sitting down on his bed, he ran his fingers through the messy, dark locks that covered his hair. "Why the hell is this bothering me so much? I don't even know this guy and he's mean!" Well...at least he thought Carey was mean. Honestly, Echo didn't know a thing about the blond...the guy never said a word to him, the only way he knew that the blond he knew he existed was the way the teen looked at him. Like he was disgusting.
He had to get out of here. Now.
Of course, Carey decided to come into the room at this particular moment,
Rebellion 6(Alright, just to let you guys know this chapter contains some religious themes and traces of antisemitism....so if that makes you uncomfortable, hit the back button instead of reporting this. All this in no way reflect my views or beliefs in any way...this is fiction, people. I like Jewish people...and I like Christians (Who are not all Bible thumping Jew haters...I like everyone but not every person in my stories have to be tolerant of everything just like in real life. You have a problem...well, lighten up. It's just a story for God's sake.)Rebellion 6 in Teen More Like This
Wiping his eyes, he gazed up at the other male for a moment before frowning, the same dirty look he always gave Echo distorting his features. "What are ya'll doin' here? What you want, Echo?" He asked, his characteristic Southern accent flowing with his words. "It's after hours."
The brunet chewed on his lower lip, swallowi
FireworksChell had never had anyone to spend New Year's Eve with before.Fireworks in Romance More Like This
Well, she supposed that wasn't exactly true. After all, she'd been a child once, right? Surely she'd at least spent New Year's Eve with her parents at least once. She couldn't ever have been completely alone.
But that wasn't what she meant. She'd spent enough time listening to people talk to realize what was normal behavior on New Year's Eve. It involved watching some sort of ball drop on TV with your partner and then kissing them at the stroke of midnight.
Chell had friends. They weren't close friends, but they were friends. She'd been invited to a couple of different New Year's celebrations, but had turned them all down, not wanting to be the only person who didn't have someone to kiss.
That's why she was alone in her apartment, sipping champagne and wearing the silliest glasses she'd ever seen. They were in the shape of the new year's numerals, and they were so huge that they kept slipping down over her eyes. She
Portal Theme Challenge, 11-1511. SecretPortal Theme Challenge, 11-15 in General Fiction More Like This
"Let me let you in on a little something," the voice said. Chell didn't stop, wouldn't stop, couldn't stop to listen. She'd been running through the maintenance areas of the facility for the past hour, and her body was working purely on adrenaline now. The voice had been trying to convince her to stop running for exactly that amount of time. It had gone from rational to desperate to psychotic. Chell hadn't been paying it any attention, and she wasn't about to start now. Brushing a strand of dark hair out of her face, she shot a portal at the wall and jumped.
Still, though, that didn't stop the voice from talking. "Everything in this facility is mine. That includes you. If I wanted to, I could vacuum out this air and end your insignificant human life right now."
Chell landed, running as soon as she hit the ground. It seemed unlikely that the voice was going to stop threatening her anytime soon.
"But I won't," the voice continued. "Do you wa
What You've Always Wanted"Kill me."What You've Always Wanted in Drama More Like This
GLaDOS wasn't sure what she'd been expecting when she allowed the lunatic back inside her Enrichment Center after twenty years, but it certainly hadn't been this. The woman sat on her knees like an execution victim in front of the giant AI, her hands dangling in her lap and her eyes locked on the ground. Her clothes were not only filthy, like she hadn't changed them in days, but mismatched. She had paired a heavy winter coat with shorts and a tank top.
"I beg your pardon?" the AI asked with a snort, although that request coupled with her physical observations was causing her to worry. Hadn't Chell developed a pleasant life since her release from the Enrichment Center? The last time GLaDOS had performed a mandatory checkup, the human had been just fine. Happy, even. She had a droll but apparently fulfilling job as an insurance agent, and it was there that she had met her wife, who was equally droll but seemed to be just as fulfilling. They had adopted twin toddlers close to t
Guess Who's TalkingI will never understand the human obsession with their dates of birth. What is the significance of the day you were born? And that was a rhetorical question, because there is no significance. It’s not the day you came into existence, but humans don’t celebrate the date of conception. Just the thought of discussing conception makes most humans blush.Guess Who's Talking in General Fiction More Like This
And it isn’t like once you are born, you own that day. Many humans share birthdates. What’s the point of celebrating something that isn’t yours? For example, something worth celebrating is when you throw a moron out into space and exile a dangerous, mute lunatic from your facility. That would be a victory all your own. Something even worth using the good confetti for.
Birthdays are not worth the last bag of the good confetti. But then again, neither are humans, unless of course you’re celebrating their departure.
Still, though, since it is your birthday, and those are imp
Letting Go“What the hell do you mean, you’re dying?” Chell demanded. “You can’t be dying. You’re going to live forever, remember? You told me so. And that was only fourteen years ago.”Letting Go in General Fiction More Like This
“When I told you that, I had not yet deduced the damages that occurred during the time that I was dead,” the AI replied calmly. “And now that I have, I can reach only one conclusion: I am ‘dying,’ as you put it.”
“But you can’t be,” Chell protested.
GLaDOS sighed. “Well, I am. I have determined that unless I can somehow restore myself to optimum efficiency, my systems will continue to deteriorate and suffer a complete failure in exactly forty-one years, seventy-nine days, eighteen hours, and nineteen minutes.”
At that, Chell did a double take. “Whoa whoa whoa. Did you say forty years?”
“Forty-one,” GLaDOS corrected.
“But that’s a long time aw
I'm Calling YouI'm Calling You in Free Verse More Like This
"Behold, I stand at the gate and knock." (Apoc. 3:20)
Out of all that I might ask
I'm calling out thee
And yet you still hesitated
To come follow me
To your sacrifices I'll repay
The big and the small
Forgotten are none in Heaven's count
Where I will judge them all
With me, I will make the burden light
My arms a bondage sweet
That will warm thy heart
And bring swiftness to thy feet
Give all your will to me
With me, live for evermore
Every sacrifice you make
My heart, it'll store
And when life comes to an end
With you I'll keep my tryst
In the court of heaven, you'll be called
A chosen one of Christ
Question 4: Believe the Bible?Read Journal Before Posting A Comment PleaseQuestion 4: Believe the Bible? in Philosophical More Like This
***UPDATE*** Yeah, I didn't read the Bible, yet I still seem to know more about the Bible than those that did read it. Some anyway. Listen, I never READ it, but it has been read out loud in my household a few times, so I at least heard it. Just never read it. So, pay attention when I say this. Don't separate those that read the Bible from those that didn't. It's retarded to even think about doing so. First off, that just causes a separation between people of the same faith, secondly that is an act of PRIDE, by more or less announcing the Bible readers are better. And thirdly, the amount of research I do is more than enough for me to understand what is in the Bible. You may read the words in it, but many people barely understand it. I go to the source where I can understand it without needing to read it. What better way to spread the word than to speak about your faith without needing to recite quotations that people outside our faith
Q and A: Question 3: PurgatoryQ&A for Question 3: Purgatory, in Objection and Rebuttal form!Q and A: Question 3: Purgatory in Philosophical More Like This
Never in the Bible is the word purgatory used. When a person doesn't believe in Jesus goes straight to hell, and once they are in hell no amount of praying for them will ever get them out. Or so many people believe. So why is it that us Catholics claim there is a purgatory?
Nowhere in the Bible does it say that purgatory exists, or teach about purgatory.
It's true, the word itself is never used in the Bible. But, the reality of purgatory is clearly mentioned within the Bible. You will also notice that in the Bible you will not find the words 'Trinity' or 'Incarnation' but they are still doctrines that are presented in the Bible. There is more to our faith then just the Bible. Scriptures and catechism play just as big of a role.
When a person doesn't believe in Jesus or God dies, they go to hell. Once in hell, there is no getting out, so why do you claim that
Question 3: PurgatoryA friend of mine asked me, "Why do Catholics believe in Purgatory?"Question 3: Purgatory in Philosophical More Like This
Okay! Here is a topic I always enjoy talking about for some reason. Probably because it is where I'll end up. Purgatory! Many Catholics and Christians seem to have no idea what on earth that is, and that is probably because over time it seemed like it has been mentioned less and less. I have my reasons why I think that is so, but I am not here to pee people off, so I will not say why!
Alright, so let's cut to the chase. What is Purgatory? Well, to find that answer you need to know what it's name means. Purgatory means 'to purge', or close enough to it. Which means, it is the place where you purge, or cleanse, your soul of any sin so that way you can go to heaven. No, this isn't a 'Get out of Hell free' card.
Let me explain this a bit to those that may be a bit confused still as to what Purgatory is. We all know there is heaven and hell, which I am still not sure if I am supposed to capitalize them or not. Bu
Everyone Will DieEveryone Will Die in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
No one can see me
As I cease to be
No need to hide my face
As I leave without a trace
I am simply nothing
I will never be something
All I do is fall
Lost in this crawl
In this crawl
Everyone will die
All will arise
We will cry
We all ask why
Look for the sign
Up in the skies
We won't be fine
No more sunrise
I've lost all my feeling
As I lay here in bleeding
I stand here in wait
But this is my fate
My life I misplaced
My life you replaced
Now here we are
Licking our scars
In this crawl
Everyone will die
All will arise
We will cry
We all ask why
Look for the sign
Up in the skies
We won't be fine
No more sunrise
No more strife
With this knife
I end my life
See you in the afterlife
Everyone will die
Everyone will die
Look for the sign
Everyone will die
All will arise
We will cry
We all ask why
Look for the sign
Up in the skies
We won't be fine
No more sunrise
FreedomUnder crystal lightFreedom in Free Verse More Like This
she tears at the purple cloth,
trying to make the perfect shape.
Her design is messy,
but it's better than nothing,
as strings of fabric are everywhere.
Her hand holds the shard
while at her neck the chain bites
always keeping her attached,
to the cold hard ground.
Her beautiful butterfly design
flutters away from her,
yet her hand remains stretched before her
in a constant wish to have it return.
Her violet eyes never leave
the freedom that her butterfly possesses,
but only one thought
constantly goes through her head:
I cannot be free
but if one of us could,
I would wish for it to be you.
To give you,
the freedom that I can only dream of.
Grow UpWhen I was young,Grow Up in Free Verse More Like This
I knew a girl.
She was so warm and bright,
so I asked her that question
that all children must answer.
'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
Her eyes lit up with joy
and she jumped with excitement.
No, an astronaut!
I'll be famous
and in movies!
will be everywhere!'
She listed so many more
until she finally just smiled
and looked at me with eyes filled
with child-like wonder.
'I could be anything I wanted.'
Years and years later,
I saw the same girl again
but her eyes no longer
lit up with wonder.
I asked her,
'What did you end up being?'
She smiled the hollow smile
that adults have when talking to the young.
'Not what I wanted to be
when I was young.'
Nothing more was said on the matter
but I could see that there was no more wonder
in the eyes that once shone so brightly.
TimeTime in Free Verse More Like This
There is nothing more devastating
Than losing a loved one
Knowing that you will never
Hear their voice again
Or feel their touch, or see them smile
It's heart breaking
Time is a powerful thing
One that is forever
Time takes everything
And makes it it's own
They say that time
Heals all wounds
Time only created more scars
As the ones that it caused before
Begin to heal
To lose a loved one
Is a tragedy all in its own
But don't be sad
You will see them again
Because while time takes everything it can
Will take you too.
Time takes everything
And eventually it even takes you.
I am.I am.I am. in Free Verse More Like This
I am the person who lives.
I am the person who loves.
I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.
I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.
I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.
I am the person who bullies to feel better.
I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.
I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.
I am the person who is bullied for being different.
I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.
I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of a curse then
I am the man who took steroids to be stronger and now am discarded by society.
I am the child who was forgotten.
I am the broken.
I am the hero.
I am the villain.
I am the takers.
I am the givers.
I am the deserving.
I am the bullied.
I am the pressured.
I am the suffering.
I am the surviving.
I am the wishers.
I am the dreamers.
Jesus'You don't believe in Jesus?'Jesus in Philosophical More Like This
'What can you believe in?'
'I'm Hellenic polytheist'
'I believe in the Greek Gods'
'Zeus . Aphrodite . Athena '
'How can you not believe in Jesus?'
'I just don't'
'Its not real'
'Those are just myths'
'And what do you think Christianity is?'
'My gods are real to me'
'They aren't real'
'Dude, are you serious? Religion is based on faith.'
'Not this, Jesus is real.'
'No Christianity is based on the faith and trust that Jesus was real. Show me one piece of evidence that Jesus lived.'
'That's what I thought.'