A Mouthful of SandThere's sand in his mouth.A Mouthful of Sand in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He's not sure why there's sand in his mouth - hell, he's not sure of anything at the moment, beside the fact that he seems to be alive (and even that's up for debate) - but sand in his mouth there most definitely is, coating his teeth and tongue in a gritty metallic-tasting sludge that he realises, with an odd sort of detachment, tastes a good deal more like blood than it would probably be expected to.
So, he thinks, after a moment's hazy contemplation, there's blood in his mouth.
This puts a new spin on things.
For a start, the blood has to come from somewhere (unless it's someone else's, which makes the whole situation suddenly a whole fuckton more problematic).
He probes the inside of his mouth cautiously with his tongue and, to his surprise, finds a definite lack of missing teeth or open wounds. The inside of his bottom lip appears to be split slightly, however, and a tentative attempt to breathe through his nose reveals the source of the re
Shifter's Sands"You know," I say, digging through the rubble on the fourth day after the earthquake, "I didn't sign up to this to be a construction worker."Shifter's Sands in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fourteen rolls his eyes at me (at least, I assume they're his - he and Tag share the same colour irises, but the rest of him looks like Fourteen). "You think we did?" he asks, hefting a piece of rebar and tossing it onto the mountain of junk we've collected. "I thought this was going to be one of those chance-of-a-lifetime deals. You know - the whole 'use your powers for good' superhero schtick?"
"Yeah, yeah." I can hear Finch sniggering to himself, but I keep a straight face. For all Fourteen's a geek and a nerd and everything else you could sling at him, he's hit the nail on the head with that one. "I got the whole 'join up and serve your nation' thing pinned on me. Like the shifter thing was something I ought to be using for the greater good instead of 'wasting'."
I hadn't been wasting it, of course. If anything, I'd been using it better than
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,
100themes4:DarkPelita wasn't afraid of the dark.100themes4:Dark in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Darkness was when the Shadow Men came out to play. They came out in the light, too, but the light meant people, and they didn't like people. People frightened them, or made them angry, and even when Pelita told the people to go away they wouldn't come back out once they'd gone and hidden in the shadows again.
But when all the lights were turned off and all the candles were blown out, the Shadow Men came out of the shadows and talked to her. They played with her, too, and some of them said how much she was like their own little girls and boys back at home, and some of them showed her secret places where they'd hidden away from the guards and the doctors, and some of them, the young ones, played tag with her up and down the long corridors and in and out of the cells.
Hade and Nema didn't like her playing with the Shadow Men, though. They said that she shouldn't wander off because she might fall in a hole and hurt herself, and that she shouldn't play with
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
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
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
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
The Little ThingsIt's the little things that really bloody rankle, he decides. He's had long enough to work it out, stuck in this city a hundred miles away from where he wants to be while he finishes the first stage of his convalescence (bullshit medical-speak for 'we're keeping you here until we're sure you're not going to die on us', and doesn't he know it) and can be sent home to do...whatever it is crippled veterans are supposed to do other than be Heroic Reminders of Our Boys' Sacrifices or whatever they're calling it now. To be honest, he couldn't care less. He gets to see Cionne and Pelita again, that's the important thing - and the thing that's keeping him sane, for what that's worth.The Little Things in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But that'll have to wait for now (and it will have to wait, for all he's tried pulling rank on these bastards. Apparently being a Devil Doc with a damn good medical background counts for exactly jack shit in the world of hospital bureaucracy). So for now he wheels himself around what he's allowed to explore
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...
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
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!
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
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....
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...
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***.
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
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
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
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
: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.
+Flowers+ Flowers+Flowers+ in Horror More Like This
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
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
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
-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?"
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
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 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 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
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
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
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
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.
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.'
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.
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.
Somewhere outsideEvery second now is spent to think of you,Somewhere outside in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I just want you to smile, and that is simply true
The human is not perfect, I guess you think that now
Please give me just a chance to change what you know
Maybe you made some failures, but that is okay
because something in you was wanting to say,
please just stay away, from this little cute gay
Not talking to you is tearing me apart,
It feels like someone throws knives in my heart
I see the situation, but what should I do
What can I do, to come closer to you
Of course I'm not perfect, but with you I do
the holes in my heart are filling with you
I just want you feel good, I won't make you sad
but what can I do, that you believe me that
I won't use a collar, or even a rope
You will keep your freedom, I just want to hope
How could I loose such a beauty, what have I done
Just talking with you, is giving me fun
Not talking to you is tearing me apart
It feels like someone throws knives in my heart
I see the situation, but what sho
Is it love or is it pain?My life is changing, my body's tooIs it love or is it pain? in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My mind is crushing just cause of you
The heart is heavy, the eyes are wet
I don't know why you don't regret
Everytime I see you now
A rollercoaster makes me crow
Your silence makes me hug you even more
I have the hope but it does me gore
Was the trigger really just the range
I know together we can make it change
Just give me a hand and we'll solve the puzzle
I'll be your sleuth with the most sensitive muzzle
I feel so lonely, i want it to change
The thoughts of you are so fucking strange
Is this the end, can this really be
We know it's the true love in you and me
Is it really the love or is it just the pain
Nobody has to be alone or to be insane
We are young but not dull
In the body small, in the heart tall
Not just the dark sideThere is just one thing I would ask,Not just the dark side in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
for you to remember our past
The love was huge and nothing changed
Nobody cared about the range
And now I know you need to touch
I do my best, I will do much
My hugs and kisses are just for you
I am there outside, it all is true
You hurt me hard but I did too
Together we can make it through
Slowly the fate turns into doom
It's like be imprisoned in a shrinking room
There are always multiple ways
don't just hear what the others say
think with the heart not with the head
It all comes down to that
The beauty sky is dark and grey
no single sunshine knows the way
There is the hope inside of us
We have to hear and feel to trust
Failing Love LifeAnd here I am,Failing Love Life in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
to write this shit as fast I can.
I dunno why this shit goes on,
I loved them both but they're gone.
please break me free from unhealthy.
The first one was so beautiful,
I loved her much but couldn't touch,
and never see the little Queen in reality.
She broke my heart but I did too,
it took some time to make it through.
the story has an good end now,
we are still friends as far as I know
The dispair is everywhere
I've gotta go and still don't know
how to end this once and for all,
as an angel who has fall
The truth is here, right in my head,
but I still don't know why I feel bad.
I tried so many loves to do,
but everyone failed... except for you.
The second was so nice to me,
I liked her too but it shouldn't be
I don't know what was going on,
but now I try to be still strong
She tried to betray me,
to scratch and to bite,
that ferret in her,
was sadly not kind
The dispair is everywhere
I've gotta go and still don'
SententiaWer bin ich nur,Sententia in Free Verse More Like This
ich kann es nicht sagen,
hab hundert Freunde,
doch wie viele davon können mich ertragen?
Sie kommen und geh'n,
Ich sage Hallo,
Ich sage Auf Wiedersehen,
und morgen ist's ein Leb Wohl...
Auf Jeden kommen fünfzig Masken,
Sie starren mich mit Grinsen an,
Doch ich spüre wie sie hassen
Doch wer bin ich,
dass ich nur das böse seh,
wer bin ich,
dass ich behaupte die Anderen zu verstehn,
Wer weiß schon wie das Leben ist,
sieht er doch nur seine eigne Trist,
ob Liebe, Freude oder auch Leid,
die Wahrheit sieht man nur zu Zweit
Sind sie neidisch oder froh,
sind sie Kontra oder Pro?
Ich versteh die Masken nicht,
hab wohl auch ich ein Maskengesicht?