doorwaycome and go,doorway in Free Verse More Like This
please I implore you,
pick a place,
you're letting out all the air,
you're letting in all the cold,
my bills are through the roof,
because of you, because you can't decide,
I bet you like to bake your cake, and eat it too,
you cannot be a warm friend
and a spiteful enemy,
I cannot be your one support
and your insult,
sobriquet after sobriquet,
you'll come crawling back drunken on my doorway,
begging for a place to stay,
I'll give a blanket, some aspirin and coffee,
sober, I send you out to steal again in the streets
what is earned in abstinence,
you want love but don't deserve it,
you hate pity, but all you do is earn it, earn it,
I'd tear you down if you weren't polished rubble,
I'd split you if you weren't already broken,
don't spit in my face what you've suckled from my fingers,
and don't touch the thermostat,
I pay for you enough,
3/4the gentle hum.3/4 in Free Verse More Like This
a swift buzz,
fuzzy dryer lint.
beating heart swoons.
diving board, sharp,
smack against the
it gives, I,
give, - -
vacuumyour photograph,vacuum in Free Verse More Like This
is fading fast,
I found a map,
and setting sail,
I yearned to remember,
I tried so hard!
I tried so hard!
yours is a slight memory,
the taste of your lips, seems like it should be so familiar,
I remember when we had sex, it seems like it should be tomorrow,
when it wasn't even yesterday,
in my dreams you are in my arms, but awake, you are foreign.
you are just a cell, fleeting unit of my brain,
caged, you are the jailer, I am executed,
If I could just forget you,
I could, I could,
just maybe, move on a little smoother now,
it hurts to see you everyday,
I stick the knife in my chest and play stick-shift,
just trying to change gears,
and still trying to find a way to plug that hole,
from my episodic self-abuse,
my cough split my ribs from my body,
and my lungs become balloons that floated away.
I'll wait until I return, starved and battle scared,
seared, and torn apart,
the fluttering on my sleeves carries me to a haven,
quiet, depressed but safe,
shinglesthe rain, just slides off you,shingles in Free Verse More Like This
doesn't it dear?
your teeth, pearly white, but stuck with roofing tar,
frozen now, but melts and smells in summer,
you're the saving grace to my shipwreck,
you do not sin, but you don't sing either,
no grace notes, no sonata,
but it is all so I can sleep soundly,
savoir, shake my hand,
feel my fingertips tremble in yours,
I'm a wreck, crumpled in spine,
a collapsed tent,
heavily, in your arms, I slumber,
warm me, hold me,
wasn't I already sleeping?I don't understand fractals,wasn't I already sleeping? in Free Verse More Like This
I guess I'm a minority,
scared of infinity,
math is intimidating,
we shouldn't be, but we are, we are,
dreams are beautiful, but incapable of being measured,
clouds through my fingers,
eventually, I blink, and I too am washed away with sleep.
An Ordealan impressive ordeal this is,An Ordeal in Free Verse More Like This
it seems my love has quit,
my heart, just runs,
on ci-gar fumes,
and the fuming fued
of heart and mind,
has decided to shake hands,
to ruin all I have, my sleeping nightly terrors,
I dreamt I was being hunted again,
50. cal, wandering through the brush.
feel my sweaty hands,
my bitter singing pangs,
a sour heart knows its dire hour,
and in anxiety, apprehensive, becomes even more
in searching for its doureiers,
causation for castigation,
blame it all on bad karma
staircase.it should flow and it should feel,staircase. in Free Verse More Like This
it should not have boundary, it should expand them,
my words are a maze, even unto me,
I navigate them with a dim light,
a myriad labyrinth of balconies,
and leaping from edge to edge occasionally,
I find a painted place,
snowing, ocean, emotions translated,
...tumbled into a glen, where the sky was blue-green,
and I just lay there, dreaming,
with my arms splayed,
content for once in a song,
a fantasy, constructed, journey, fabricated
but realest to me, experience,
for once, nothing somber,
I forget all about everything in this sleep,
only rarely do I see the flashes of death,
a sharp pain of existence,
knowing I'm temporary,
not thinking it, but knowing it.
the strongest pain,
the most bitter liquor,
a quiet death,
why isn't it possible to forget pain?
what evolutionary purpose does it serve, to be in debt to our brains?
why can't we find peace,
the libraryhere it is,the library in Free Verse More Like This
the library of my heart,
the sum, of all my experiences,
my memories on shelf A,
a couple million bound pages,
seeping ink onto the carpet,
it will never wash off,
I tried bleach, it just smears
a couple tomes about loss,
several of love,
millions combining the two,
it seems I'm a method author.
I just write what's truest,
what sparks most, what hurts,
the prick of blood, the coagulation of ink forming clots and scabs, hardcover
this place is slowly sinking into itself, consistently growing,
but littered with cigarettes, the embers, burning, glowing, suck the stacked shelves into ashes
they bleed into white-out tape, miles of tangled typewriter ribbons,
millions of pen cartridges,
this is my life's work, up in flames,
why is such a monument, sought to be destroyed?
watcherstruth is, I just didn't want to sleep.watchers in Free Verse More Like This
At all, wary little dreams, pit-falls
Blue birds, and tall tales.
Truth is I just wrote this for you,
knowing you would read it soon,
dare I dream knowing you would.
Maybe I'll dream of you?
And all your little quirks,
I've never met nor could I ever...
nor could I ever, predict or prescribe them,
describe or detain them to you,
whoever you are
I know you're loyal,
because you are...
reading this in your mind,
giving the words a chance, and I hope I don't be-tray,
your trust, with this,
I hope I don't be-tray, you today,
or tomorrow, yada yada yada
so on, so forth, and yours truly,
to some loyal listener.
A Deal is a Deal"Why are we going back to the house?"A Deal is a Deal in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Because I said so, now zip it."
"Didn't I hire you? Not the other way around?"
"I could just quit, you know."
"But you won't." Oliver says smugly. And he's right. "Because of your family."
For the second day in a row, I am about to do something I may soon regret. I am being forced to show my 'employer' to the Russells because he doesn't believe they exist. He believes I'm just going to take my pay and run. Which I would do if the family wasn't in the picture. But they are so...I'm stuck with him for who knows how long really.
Right now, we're walking back to his house. I told Oliver I'd only show him the family if we could make two stops beforehand. The first being the house. I want to go pick up Roxy. It's only been two days, but I'm sure Molly, Teddy and Jimmy all miss her. And Roxy would love to see them too. I debated whether to leave her with them, but I had a selfish moment and decided to keep her with me.
The other reason I want to go back
Off the Rails"Get up you filth! I said get up! You're lucky I didn't just throw your behind off still sleeping. Now you better be off this train in ten seconds or I will! And your litte dog too!" He sucks in a large breath. "One... two..."Off the Rails in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I shake my head wildly, trying to orient myself. I was still in the corner of the train car. I looked around while scrambling to my feet and notice everyone else had left. Of course no would bother waking me up. Only take care of your family. Roxy is all I got.
"Seven...eight!...," he continues. Roxy and I going run and leap off, landing in a heap in the grass. He walks over to the egde of the car and shakes his fist at me, "And stay off! I don't want no filth tagging along." He hops down and mumbles loudly as he heads back to the front, "No good little-"
I turn to Roxy. "You okay, girl?" She hops up and runs in a circle around herself twice. "Okay. I guess we need to find out where we are." I stand up and stretch again. Instantly, my long hair falls down on my s
Love TriangleHe's perfect. What's not to love?Love Triangle in Free Verse More Like This
He's so moronic. What does she see in him?
I need her.
I wonder if he notices me.
I hate the way he looks at her.
What can she do for me today?
Does he feel the same way?
Can't she see he doesn't reciprocate her feelings?
How does she not see I don't feel the same way?
I hope he does.
Is she under some spell or something? Really?
I've got her wrapped around my finger.
I think I'll go looking for him.
Maybe I should tell her.
I wonder where she's off to today.
Will he be happy to see me?
Will she want to listen?
Will she be able to do it all?... For me, she will.
There he is. Looking as amazing as he usually does.
There she is... looking at him adoringly as always.
Ah, there she is. Ready to practically wait on me hand and foot.
Oh! He's looking right at me!
Great, she's blushing at a mere look from him.
I know what she's going to do for me today.
Are You Ready?We just sat in the livivng room staring at one another for a while. As soon as we sat down, Roxy came bounding in and jumped into my lap and she eventually fell asleep in my lap. I continued to pet her absentmindedly, but my gaze remained on the boy in front of me. The only sound was the tick tock of the grandfather clock over in the corner.Are You Ready? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The maids, which were mysteriously missing yesterday, were all over us at first. I turned down food a few times. It was very difficult because all I've had lately was yesterday's candy. I still haven't had a bite of real food in days. As soon as we get down to business- ugh, bad image in my head- I might allow someone to bring me something, anything. I'll eat about anything at this point because I am literally starving.
My apprehension and fear had faded. I still feel sick to my stomach for what I'm agreeing to do, but I no longer feel scared. But I know that will return once I actually have to... perform my duties. My God, I hate this is what I've
Night Night. Sweet Dreams."Mommy, I'm tired of standing in line. Can we leave?"Night Night. Sweet Dreams. in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No, Molly, sweetie. We've been in line for hours now. We can't leave it now, when we're so close to the front." We're about ten people back. " Once you're in there, you'll be happy you stayed here. I promise you that."
"Okay Mommy." And she bends down to play with Roxy.
The Russell family and I have been in New York City for about a week now. It hasn't been too unbearable. The morning after we arrived, we scoured the city for work. Arthur found a construction job that should last a while and Jane got a job as a seamtress. But the children and I couldn't find anything yet. No one was interested in anything we had to offer. So that night we waited in our first bread line for a couple hours and ate some tough looking substance.
The following day, Jane and Arthur had to get to their new jobs, and they insisted they take the children with them. "No, I'll take them with me so we can find some work too," I told them.
"But Annabelle, I cou
Slow Me Down"What the hell, Annabelle?!" Jane shrieks.Slow Me Down in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm sorry! I know! I'm in trouble, so go ahead and punish me. I don't care anymore. I give up!" I throw my self limply face-first into the couch and groan into the cushions.
"Dont give up!"
I lift my head. "Too late. I already did. I've... accepted the fact he doesn't love me and wouldn't love me. And even if he did by some chance have feelings for me back then, he's clearly over me." I lay my head back down.
"And you're okay with that?"
"No, but I can accept it."
"Isn't that the same thing?"
Jane yanks me into a sitting position and forces me to look her in the eye. "Well, I'm not going to accept this. Do I need to drag you down there myself? I will! Don't think I wouldn't! I'm so tired of this!"
"Tired of what?"
She gestures to me. "You! I love you Annabelle. You know that. I love you like you're one of my own children, so I absolutely hate to see you so... so... so miserable!"
I spit out the lie automatically, "I am not misera
Of Course...Hello.Of Course... in Free Verse More Like This
How are things?
How are things between you and him?
Oh, things have gone perfectly for you? That's... wonderful.
That's great and all, but that doesn't answer my question.
Of course, I'll sit with you outside. Lead the way.
Of course, I just want you right next to me.
I agree. Tonight truly is a beautiful night.
But not as nearly beautiful as you.
Sure, go ahead and talk about anything you'd like. I'm here to listen.
I have a feeling I know where this is going. I don't think I want to hear it after all.
Yes, he really seems to care for you.
You're the only person who doesn't see that he's using you.
You love him?
I was hoping you'd gotten over that. But of course you wouldn't love me.
You think he loves you too?
I bet he doesn't.
You're going to tell him you love him?
You're going to break my heart?
I'm certain he'll say it back.
I highly doubt it.
Really, trust me.
An ExperimentI wake up much earlier than I wanted to. Last night, which was really this morning, we got in at one, I fell asleep mintes later and now I am wide awake at eight. My years of livivng on my own prevents me from awakening up past a certain time. It's probably going to take years to break this habit, but I won't need it for years.An Experiment in Short Stories More Like This
My hunger prompts me to grab my robe and slink into the kitchen. The same elder maid was sitting in a chair, but she quickly stood up. "Oh, Miss Jensen!" She shuffles over to the stove. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"I'll just have simple french toast, please. And orange juice if you have some."
"Would you like it fresh squeezed?"
"If there's already some made, I'll take it. Orange juice is orange juice, fresh or a day old." Then I leave back for my room to pick up my sketchpad. While waiting for my dish to be finished, I vaguely sketch Camille in her flapper attire. Her dark bobbed hair, her short dress and other minor details.
"Miss, your food is prepar
Rain Rain, Go Away"Are you sure you'll be back tomorrow? It's pouring over here so I don't know if its even safe for you to be travelling."Rain Rain, Go Away in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes, I'm sure, Annabelle. And you don't need to worry. I'll be fine."
I bite my lip nervously and squeeze the telephone, "I don't know, Oliver. Maybe you should wait a day. Until the weather isn't as hazardous..."
He chuckles into the phone, "Sounds like you're trying to keep me away from the house longer, dollface."
"No, I- I just don't want you getting hurt," I say sincerely. "I'd love it if you got home tonight but with this storm brewing over us, I don't see that happening. It's too unsafe. I'd rather you didn't take any chances in this weather."
He sighs, "I just feel so bad though. I know you hate storms."
I bit harder on my lip, "I've... I've gotten better at dealing with them." He coughs, avoiding a reply. I stamp my foot defiantly. "Excuse me, are you saying I'm still as bad as the first time it stormed while we lived together? I have to strongly di
Rhythm of LoveWhat the Hell was I thinking last night?! Telling her I love her?! Telling her I love her and then kissing her! Thank God I had enough restraint to just kiss the top of her head! She could've been awake! She could've heard me! What if she did hear me?! What will she think?! How will she feel?! I mean, I did hear her say she loved me last night, but not directly. It was the way I've heard the Russells say goodnight to us before. I've heard her say it, but never to me. Not once. So could it have been a slip of the tongue, a meaningless mistake from a girl who was half asleep, or was she wide awake? Or maybe I dreamt it, her saying what she said, and I just made this thing into an awkward mess.Rhythm of Love in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oh God, I wish she'd just wake up so I can see her reaction. It's been a whole hour and she still hasn't moved... not that I'm not happy to have her so close. Last night there was another storm, and she's deathly afraid of them. Last time it stormed, she was much more panicked. She even cried, whic
Of The Darkness: Part 2"Mommy!! Mommy!!"Of The Darkness: Part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Yuki's head was pounding and Faith's screaming wasn't helping. She sat up in the lounge chair; the plastic straps had dug into her skin and left marks on her. She looked at Faith and saw her looking up, arms stretched out to the sky. She continued her cries out to LaLa. Then it snapped to Yuki what LaLa had done for them. Calida and Luke had crashed on to tables and knocked them to the ground.
"Damn that was a very rough landing," Sven said, standing to his feet, he had grass stains all over his clothes.
Faith shrieked out for LaLa still, "MOMMY!!" She even tried to jump up, getting some air. But her young age didn't allow her to fly like LaLa.
Everyone started to gather around, looking up at the guys' room. LaLa was there, half of her limp body was out on the patio. She was unconscious.
"LaLa!!" the group shouted her name.
She was still lifeless. Suddenly a splashing sound came behind them. Everyone turned, except for Faith who was still calling out to her mom. Mike
Of The Darkness: Part 1The thumping wouldn't go away, and it was driving Henna up the wall. She looked up at the alarm clock and it read: 5:26 am. She got up and got dressed; the noise was driving her crazy. She tried not to wake up her dearest friend but she did anyway.Of The Darkness: Part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
"Just ignore it," LaLa groaned.
"I can't," Henna whispered, not wanting to wake up Faith too. "It's driving me crazy."
"Then make it quick."
Henna nodded her head in the dark as she put on her slipper boots. She grabbed her hotel key, and rushed out of the hotel room to figure out what was making that loud sound. She closed the door behind her and looked up and down the hallway. Nothing was out of the norm and the corridor was peaceful of sleeping hotel guests. But her gut and senses were telling her something was off. Henna knew if she need backup in a fight she'll get from her friends.
She slowly walked to the left of her room till she hit the stairs. The lights were bright and stung her eyes. She glanced over to the vending machine and de
History of LaLa's WorldsBefore my time, or even before of the first children of Zen Coe and the other nine planets, there was our Mother Goddess. She is the mother of our sister worlds and protector. She fell in love with an angry god that beaten and abused her. He even scattered his own daughters, The Sister Planets, in hatred. Finally Mother Goddess had enough and she banished him into a star, using his anger as a light for her children.History of LaLa's Worlds in Short Stories More Like This
The Sister Planets started to rotate around their father and grew life of their own. Mother Goddess used her own energy, soul, heart, womb and body to help keep her children safe. But the coldness of space took over and killed five of her daughters on the outside of the rotation. Freezing them solid, killing all life, leaving only five. But two of the younger sisters were too close to their father star and were burned alive. Now only three remain.
The three remaining Sister Planets were named: Keno Coe, for its luck to live so close to the sun; Neo Coe, for being the balanc
Her HighnessThis girl caught his attention out of all the people in the lobby. Out of the strangers his eyes were focused on her. He couldn't put his finger on why he was staring at her. Something about her face was off. But like most people in the hotel, each person was from a different world and had strange features that were exotic to them. But this one female was different, but she resembled his friend, LaLa, so much. But this stranger had long white hair that hints of shadow in it. LaLa's hair looked to perfect, almost like Barbie doll hair, synthetic even. This girl's hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, and her nose buried in a book. When she pulled her book away, that when he knew why she was so different. When she had yawned, her lips pulled back and her lower jaw seemed to drop. Rows and rows of teeth pierced the scene. She looked like a shark about to bite into a fish. The girl covered her yawn with her hand, but it was small compared to her massive mouth. Not only that, she also hasHer Highness in Short Stories More Like This
Our Christmas Together: Act 2Lala floated to door to answer it. She smiled ear to ear when she saw who was outside.Our Christmas Together: Act 2 in Short Stories More Like This
"Calida!" she shouted with glee.
The soft blonde girl was greeted with giggles and hugs from the alien. She hugged her back with all her might.
"It's been too long," she said.
"Let's talk inside."
They both went inside and Krista took Calida's bag of gifts and presents upstairs. The duo both talked a little bit when the doorbell rang again. Lala ran across the hallway. Calida looked around, enjoying the decorations. Then a squeal of happiness exploded from the foyer.
Calida looked around the corner to see an old friend. She rushed to the duo and hugged him once Lala stopped.
"Hey Calida," he said.
"It's so nice to you see you again, but I thought you couldn't make it."
"I couldn't miss out on a great party and seeing old friends," he said. Then he looked at Lala and asked, "Is this your home on Earth Lala?"
"Oh no it's not mine," she answered, "its Henna's."
They soon moved to the kitchen a
The Space Zoo: Act 4Jars of gooThe Space Zoo: Act 4 in Short Stories More Like This
Henna opened the door first. It was the first door that didn't open automatically; it meant they were getting closer to their goal.
She looked around and said, "It's clear."
The others walked pass her and looked at the walls. They were filled with jars as tall as the walls themselves. Each one could fit Henna more into them. Most of them were empty. The hallway was filled with these jars. Tenjina and Nayeli looked at each one, hoping to see some life in them.
Henna walked through the hallway looking at the jars and said, "They give me the creeps."
"I wonder what's in them," Tenjina said, walking by her side.
"There is a head in this one," Miles said.
The girls looked at him and stared at the jar. A green yellowish fluid was in it. A few bubbles was in it, it seem to be frozen in time. It was just a tan human head in it. The head had feminine features. Her hair was long and the same color as the liquid, maybe she's a blond or have white hair. Her face showed no signs
The Creator and The 6 Villains: unfinished shit...TCandT6V: Chapter 5The Creator and The 6 Villains: unfinished shit... in Short Stories More Like This
The forest was breezy and I was getting cold. I cursed myself for how much skin I was showing. Then I noticed a faint odor in the air, it didn't smell like the cave filled with the trolls, it didn't reek of cheap perfume in The Soiled Child's mansion, it smelled sweet. As I continued on the path, the faint odor got stronger and the scenery gave off a pastel vibe. The trees started to fade into a light pink color and the trail itself was turning into a rainbow. The trail had colorful, circle stones leading the way. They seemed to perfect to be stones.
"I wonder," I thought out loud.
Next thing I did was lifted my foot into the air and smashed down on a yellow stone. It gave in and a red jelly oozed out of it. The sweetened scent of strawberries filled the air.
"I knew it; this place is like Candy Land or Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory,"
I continued on the rainbow path of sweets and noticed the scenery was changing into giant candy. The trees started
Her Legacy: Act 3The sun was high in sky, and the heat was just getting hotter. The giantess was wearing her human disguise, not wanting to draw any. Her light pink sundress came down her calves, if she was normal height it would covered her feet. Dark grey wedges covered her feet while the ribbons wrapped around her ankles; with her large summer hat to tie in her looks, this being looked lovely.Her Legacy: Act 3 in Short Stories More Like This
She floated down the farms market, looking at the humans' food with her exotic eyes. Everything was in the raw and new to her. She had never seen the ingredients of her favorite dishes before. She looked at each stand and oohed and awed at each one. But she wasn't buying anything, she was window shopping. But one thing caught her eye, a flyer of a business. It wasn't a business but a show, a circus show.
She smiled to herself and took the flyer, hoping to get a seat to this show.
Mike was at the show again, front row this time, he had to figure a plan out to stop The Princess. He still couldn't wrap his mi
Snow of RedMy nostrils flared as more snow fell from the skies. My breathing was strong and silent. The sun was high in the sky and blended in with my forest. Everything was perfect but for one thing. I could smell the stink even a few yards away. And the snapping of falling branches, it was loud. This thing doesn't know that it shouldn't be here. It will have no warning from me. I am hungry for its flesh and meat, by the smell and it's walking it is alone and female.Snow of Red in Short Stories More Like This
I slowly paced myself to her, closing the distance. When I finally caught sight of her, I blended in, making her fear the woods. She wore bright colors and she running away from something but it wasn't me. Why is she running? She trips and falls into a small puddle, making even more shrieks and noise. This female is disturbing nature, she should be killed. That is why I am here.
Then she looks up at me as I jump from my perch. She screams louder as my gun points at her face. But her eyes are looking at a new target. A heavy breathin
The Space Zoo: Act 5Growing closer and apartThe Space Zoo: Act 5 in Short Stories More Like This
"Wait, I think I think we lost that monster."
"You're right, we should rest a bit," Dragoon said, floating to the ground.
Tenjina and Nayeli sat down against the metal wall, tired from the running. They both panted a bit, trying to catch their breath.
"Where are we going now?" Tenjina asked.
The two girls were silent.
Then Dragoon spoke, "We should head to the control room and meet up with Henna, she seems to know what is going on and to fly this ship."
"So she's the leader?"
"She knew what was going on before all of us, and I think she was the one who broke out."
"We should rest here for a few more moments while we have the peace and quiet," Nayeli said.
They didn't have to talk to agree with her. They all sat beside the wall, listening to the strange sounds of the ship. A muffling gurgling sound came to their left. They looked at the hallway and then at each other. Soon they all got up and started to run in the opposite direction, hoping to fin
Wisdom XXXIFreedom.. Justice.. Progress.. are just words.Wisdom XXXI in Philosophical More Like This
Wisdom XXXWhy is mankind more afraid of freedom than slavery?Wisdom XXX in Philosophical More Like This
We sure do love cages.
Wisdom XXVIIWe wear the mask so much we forget who we truly are.Wisdom XXVII in Philosophical More Like This
We become afraid of ourselves.
Wisdom XXVBetween Birth and Death,Wisdom XXV in Philosophical More Like This
This experience called Living (or should I say Dying),
It is the Pulse of Awakening.
Wisdom XVIIThe Dusk is in the Dawn. The Dawn is in the Dusk.Wisdom XVII in Philosophical More Like This
Wisdom XIWhat makes you assume that all this isn't a dream?Wisdom XI in Philosophical More Like This
Wisdom VIThe Dead are Judgmental. Only those who are curious are truly alive.Wisdom VI in Philosophical More Like This
Wisdom XIIIYou already know.. You just have to remember and realize. Listen and Observe with great care.Wisdom XIII in Philosophical More Like This
RainIIIRain in Free Verse More Like This
I go out and dance in the rain,
Because the ice cold drops
Sting my skin, kiss my lips
And make me think of you.
The pitter-patter of the rain
Wakes me up at night.
For a minute I think it's you
Whispering the secrets of love.
A kiss in the rain
Always was a bit too cliché for us.
And apparently, so was love.
The rain is falling harder now.
LightOnce upon a timeLight in Free Verse More Like This
I traveled through the tunnel
Into the light
Just to see what was there.
And what I found
Was a dim little lamp.
WhimsyI left my heart in CaliforniaWhimsy in Free Verse More Like This
With a man with deep blue eyes.
He said he'd give it back to me
But all he did was lie.
So now I'm heartless in Wisconsin
For that's how the story goes
I've got an empty chest, ice cold breath,
And a upturned bright red nose.
All's Fair in Love and WarWhat we tell ourselves while massacring dreams.All's Fair in Love and War in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
SunHis favorite song was Elton John's Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me.Sun in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first time I actually listened to it was this summer. And I thought, it fits him. He was always living on a prayer, dancing in the dark, singing in the rain.
Maybe everyone needs a little sunshine in their lives, because how can anything survive when the sun's going down on them?
After all, it's the only thing they have.
LilyYou left some on my front porch.Lily in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
[I stopped believing not long after]
Please Go AwayIgnorance is blissPlease Go Away in Free Verse More Like This
For a reason.
[Sometimes I just want the world to fade]
American FairytaleLet's have us an American FairytaleAmerican Fairytale in Free Verse More Like This
Where I'm a damsel in Nowhere, Kansas
And you're a prince from Harvard.
We'll dance across the California sunset
And gamble our lives in Nevada.
We'll drive across old Route 66
While finding new roads together.
We'll slay the dragon
In New Orleans and
We'll talk about it years later
In little cafes on Boston street corners.
And together we'll have freedom
Ringing in our ears.
To Whoever You AreDear whoever you are,To Whoever You Are in Letters More Like This
We met on a ship heading to somewhere. You challenged me to a race, and I smirked when I won.
Together we strolled through the arcade, watching kids play and asking employees if they could for once not stuff the plush animals in so tightly in the claw machines.
The elevators were glass. You waved to me. I waved back. You followed me or I followed you, either way we both ended up in a computer room as I was writing to a faraway friend about your smile.
The ship docked and I think I've seen you since, but maybe it was just my imagination. Maybe I was just meant to catch a glimpse of you.
[But either way, I want to see you again]
The girl who was alone until you came along
half heartedhe once sung her a song, lyrics about an ocean and a meth lab trailing like honey from his thin lips. she said something about loving him, but he wasn't really listening and she didn't think she even meant it.half hearted in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she wore a dress one day, that was tight around the hips and wore lipstick to make him want to kiss her. he told her she looked nice, but really her lipstick tasted bad and she always had hips that were slightly too big.
they shared cigarettes under fluorescent lights, told each other things that were only half true -
but they had always been lonely by themselves.
invite you over for dinneryou've always been a fire,invite you over for dinner in Free Verse More Like This
haven't you sweetheart?
always a burning flame
flickering red and yellow
and blue and the whole
spectrum of human emotion
you are tearing my flesh
from the bone - blackening
heart from your heat
but fuck, i'll still
invite you over for dinner
because you are the smoke
to my mirror; the one
that obscures my face
you burn-you burn in Free Verse More Like This
i have waited for the poet -
for the boy whose eyes shine
with the understanding
of a thousand worlds
and i will hold your hands
against mine, against the world
share silence and fall asleep
in your voice, echoing guitar
.i found love. in Free Verse More Like This
in green plants
and spanish tables;
tibetan rugs and
on your wrists -
red blue and yellow
that you found
in the cracks
next to the garden;
is a little thing
in a big world
five twenty two'explore me'five twenty two in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you said, and so i did. i weaved my way through the hurt and the happiness that nestles itself into your mind, i watched your memories and cried because they were more real than anything i think i have ever known. i studied the patterns of your skin, the jutting of your rib cage when you would lay on your side and stare at me, the slight twitching of your mouth when i kissed your neck. i examined your bitten down fingernails, rough cuticles and the roots of your hair. the shape of your earlobes, the metronome of your breath while your slept. i saw you, breathed you, lived you.
every moment we ever shared, is now blurred into one single frame of bittersweet love and the the tears and the moans and the smiles that came with it. the holding of hands, the stroking of stomachs, the close heat of your body is now simply a small fragment of my mind that will not leave. yet somehow, when i watch you now, you are the same in every single way. your laugh still rings so familiarly in
thisthis feels like;this in Free Verse More Like This
rewriting a chapter of my life
that i had already closed
learning where you went wrong
and doing it all again
like crying into the shoulders
of those who made you cry
and starving yourself
of all that you know
the hand of the devilthe only thing worse than hate, is love forgotten.the hand of the devil in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
love shared so passionately, so beautifully - shared with hands twirling around one another like smoke, bodies curling around one another like vines. love shared under summer inferno, under empty skies and under white washed ceilings.
the love is forgotten. the details of each other's irises, the way their skin felt against yours, the sound of their breath rhythmic with the rise and fall of their chest next to you;
that will never be forgotten.
but the feeling will. the longing, the desire, the care - it will fade all too soon, into the one, deep ache that you will introduce yourself to in the dead of the night. and you will never let go of that because, really
it's all you have left.
we will force ourselves to believe that we have moved on; we will decorate our lives with the empty white walls of loneliness and pretend to enjoy it. we will catch eyes and brush fingers with them, and realise that we would still, after all of
hunting groundsthe world,hunting grounds in Free Verse More Like This
it always changes
beneath our feet
come to the ocean
and why you came
because things fade
as fast as they appear;
and in the end,
we will only
forget it all anyway
sorryhe gave back all my poemssorry in Free Verse More Like This
told me he wouldn't need them
sent back all my letters
said he didn't read them
a fairy tale' you know leo, the stars we used to wish on don't even exist anymore 'a fairy tale in Short Stories More Like This
the early morning evil had engulfed her hope and her shine she shook, crying and dying to hear his voice - to escape her reality and enter someone else's. she had grown tired of trying not to cry. the grass in his back yard had grown tall with neglect and it loomed up around them and their blankets as they stared into the night sky. he watched her eyes gaze into the never-ending darkness and admired the way he could see little stars, floating like sail boats in the calm sea that was her eyes. inside though, she is a storm - a raging, violent ocean dying for an escape.
pretty nights make her sad. it's amazing, all the beauty and the way it can make you ache deep down inside, in places that only the tendrils of love dare wander. she stared up at him, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, and asked for a story, a fairy tale. the darkness sucked the colour from everything, and in her black and white vision she w
Elle and Mias: Chapter 11The halls of Mias' manor glistened as rays of sunlight shown in through the windows. The trail of blood that lead up to his room and been scrubbed away, including the stains on the carpet as well. Everyone's dirty clothes had been picked up from the floor, washed, and each placed near their respective owners, excluding Mias because Elle and the stag brothers both felt they had all done enough for the evening.Elle and Mias: Chapter 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Abernos and Elle were curled up in an arm chair together near Mias' bedside. Elle had changed into a light blue nightgown she found at the bottom of her trunk after the two had washed up. They tried to take shifts monitoring Mias, but sleep proved too tempting to resist, especially when the two found the other very comfortable to rest against.
Elle groaned slightly and yawned before she opened her eyes. Abernos was still fast asleep and snoring lightly, with his arms wrapped snugly around her waist. Elle smiled and kissed his cheek, causing the young stag to smile in his sleep and
Elle and Mias: Chapter 15"Hic!" Abernos hiccuped before he slumped over the bar and laid his head on the counter. After losing Elle to Mias, his usual cheery self felt depressed and in need of liquid comfort, only it wasn't really helping. His head felt as if it were filled with tiny bubbles that kept bursting only to form more. His cheeks and belly felt warm, but it was an empty heat with no soothing affect on his heart.Elle and Mias: Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I think you've had enough Mr. Abernos," the bartender attempted to pull the Stag's mug away from him.
"Noooo!" Abernos whined and clung to the mug like it was his beloved child.
"Come on lad, I'd like to close the place up." He shook Abernos' shoulder, but couldn't rouse him from his sorrows.
The busty waitress from earlier was seated next to him. She exchanged looks with the bartender before gingerly laying her hand on the Stag's shoulder. "There, there love. It can't be as bad as all that."
"I'm a pathetic excuse for a Stag!" He cried as he downed the remaining contents of his cup and slam
Elle and Mias: Chapter 2Hours passed. The stars faded into the sky quietly, allowing the first rays of the dawn sun to creep over the hills. Birds began their morning song and fluttered through the gardens below Elle's open window.Elle and Mias: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The honey blond lay awake in bed, her eyes staring dully at the canopy. Sleep had come and gone numerous times, teasing her tired mind and body. She felt heavy as she lay listening to the awakening day, her clothes clinging to her form due to perspiration. She longed for a bath and a change of underwear, but did not yet have the strength to get up to seek them. Languidly, she raised a hand up over her eyes and sighed. She realized she was hungry as well.
Knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep on an empty stomach, she forced herself upright and slowly slid her legs off the side of the bed. She pushed herself to her feet and decided to investigate the contents of the wardrobe. Elle opened the door and had her eyes awakened by bright, richly colored dresses in materials of both silk an
Elle and Mias: Chapter 6Elle awoke just before dawn. She had rolled onto her stomach in the night and had her limbs sprawled every which way on the bed. With Mias provided more than adequate warmth, the covers were pushed to the edge of the bed. Yet Elle now felt strangely cold. She tilted her head up and noticed her smock was on the floor with the rest of the clothes Abernos had given her. She then glanced at Mias who had his head nestled against the arch of her back.Elle and Mias: Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Filthy bastard," she said in a rough voice. Her throat and chest still ached, but at least her fever was gone.
She cautiously pulled herself out of bed, not wanting to wake Mias. His head dropped onto the mattress and thankfully didn't disturb him. Heaving a silent sigh of relief, Elle swung her legs over the bed and yawned. She rubbed her eyes and scratched her hair while she looked down at the floor. She noticed Mias' trousers had also mysteriously appeared on the floor.
Elle glared back at him, willing her anger to give him nightmares. He t
Elle and Mias: Chapter 7The sun approached the center of the sky as Mias and his steed came over the hill. The horse walked at any easy pace so as not to strain his rider. Mias was holding his left arm to his chest while mumbling an enchantment. He had underestimated his opponent this time, but thankfully suffered nothing worse than a dislocated shoulder. He'd already forced the joint back into place and was casting a healing spell to numb the pain and speed the recovery. Such injuries were annoying, just like the one who caused them.Elle and Mias: Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He finished the incantation and slowly stretched his arm. There was no pain. He grinned in victory over the wound and grabbed both the reigns. "Let's pick up the pace."
The horse whinnied and obeyed, breaking into a fast trot and then a gallop as he raced the wind back the estate.
Elle had completely forgotten about the time while chatting in the gardens with Abernos. They sat on a stone bench and talked about more cheerful things. To her delight, Ab
Elle and Mias: Chapter 8To Elle's surprise, Mias gave up trying to catch her after only a few minutes. She waited behind a discreet broom closet door for nearly fifteen minutes before she squeezed herself out from under the door, shook her furry little body free of dust, and scurried over to the front door. She didn't care what form she escaped in, she simply wanted out. Once again she tried to push herself out under the door, but the front doors fit too well against the frame work to make a crack big enough for even a mouse to slip through.Elle and Mias: Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ever the optimist, Elle ran through the entry to the back corridors and into the dining room. She remembered seeing a large balcony off the back wall. Perhaps the doors that opened up to it would be easy to get through.
She felt out of breath running a rather short distance, but managed to reach the doors without stopping to take a break. Again she tried to squeeze herself under the door and this time too, was unsuccessful.
She plopped down on her behind and stared up at
Elle and Mias: Chapter 13Duncan walked calmly through the forest with his arms folded behind his back. He was used to the night and stepped confidentially towards Mias' mansion. He had no clue as to what he was looking for, but if he came back empty handed, he'd be subjected to punishment from Elias.Elle and Mias: Chapter 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He spied the estate in the distance and thought it odd for all the windows to be dark at this hour. A large crow swooped down from the roof and cawed as he flew over Duncan's head. In all his years serving the Dormaeus, there was no mistaking the elegant way such a dark bird rode the wind.
"Here are your meals!" A well endowed waitress said cheerily as she placed the plates on the table for Elle and Abernos. The two had finally made it to the small farming village and their first stop was the local pub and inn for some food and hopefully a bed to sleep in. The atmosphere in the whole community was warm and inviting, so much so that Elle finally allowed herself to relax and get Mias off
Elle and Mias: Chapter 4Elle awoke the next morning pleasantly refreshed. Though her lungs still stung from breathing heavily in the cold air, it was the price of freedom and it was worth every raspy breath. She sat up and yawned, stretching her arms up the quilts fell from her body and it was then Elle realized she was naked. Well, she still had her underwear on, but other than that she was bare skinned.Elle and Mias: Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She heard the light clinking of china and slowly turned her head to see Abernos standing with a tray of food and tea. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly agape with a tomato red blush on his cheeks.
"EEK!" Elle shrieked and pulled the covers back up over her body.
Abernos cried out too and quickly turned himself around. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare!"
"W-Where are my clothes?" Elle blushed.
"Th-They were soaked so we took them off and hung them up to dry near the fire. They should be dry by now." Abernos set the tray down and crab walked over to the fireplace in the corner of the small room. O
Elle and Mias: Chapter 3The clear morning transitioned into a cloudy grey afternoon with a chill wind that held a distant promise of rain. Elle sat in a chair looking out the window, her thoughts focused on just how she should make her escape. While it would be in her advantage to wait until nightfall, she didn't know these lands and not being able to see properly would surely get her lost.Elle and Mias: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Instead, she'd wait until it started raining so any tracks she made would be washed away. She'd repel down the side of the building using the bed sheets tied together and then run as fast as she could away from this place. Not an entirely complicated plan, but simplicity often proved to be far more useful. Now all Elle needed was nature's cooperation.
"Elle," she heard from outside her door before it opened and Mias leaned his head in. "Might you be interested in a tour of my lovely abode?"
"Come now, staring out a window for hours on end is hardly entertaining." He strode into the room and approached her side. "Avoi
Elle and Mias: Chapter 20Elle's fingers slowly turned her teacup around in her hands that afternoon as she watched the horses in the pasture. The owners of the estate, a middle aged couple who bred and trained horses as a full time hobby, offered them lunch on the veranda, which Mias and Elle gratefully accepted.Elle and Mias: Chapter 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ares had been unhitched from the coach and allowed into the pasture with the other horses, but his sights remained focus on the white mare he had been introduced to earlier. He trotted behind her, whinnying and trying to catch her attention, but the mare never once replied and simply kept putting distance between them.
"She doesn't seem to care for him at all," Elle commented.
"The owners told me she was a difficult filly to break," Mias said before chewing on a bit of bread.
"Maybe she just doesn't like the idea of being forcibly paired with a mate she barely knows," Elle suggested, her tone hinting at the parallels between the horse and herself.
Mias looked at her for a moment before chuckling, "I s
schizofriendia"i think i am mad," i whisper in your ear.schizofriendia in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
your ear, there is this beautiful freckle right next to your ear, it's dark and round, a plum-brown mark on the barrier of your skin, your skin that separates me from your muscles, your lungs, your skeleton and your vascular system, your pretty organs.
"why," you exhale, the universe spilling from your breath. the room is so cold; your breath forms a cloud. i watch it dissipate, listening to the quiet grow. the barrier of your skin becomes a glow, a dreamy rendition of skin, suddenly hollow. there are caverns in you, hollows where you should exist, spaces where you should breathe. i open my eyes.
vous et pas d'autresnovember is named after a spice in the air that is narcotic, twisting leaves and branches gnarled and blackened by the early dark. they twist into my lungs and expand.vous et pas d'autres in Letters More Like This
breathe, the forest whispers.
november, i found myself hunched over paperbacks, the way a star shudders inward before exploding. my spine, a collection of wet pearls, slipped its fragile pink stitches with my skin. i can hear bones move, hear them click and whir beneath my trembling surface. there is nothing i can do. i am not a mechanic, nor a doctor, and these noises could be anything. i wait.
i cough, and up come thorns, vines, cocoons. i remove my shirt and cough into it. i am empty, and a butterfly, intact, shivers up my oesophagus, scentless and damp.
atmosphere soaks into me, leaving mercuric patterns floating silver on my skin. i am an oil spill, celestial, i reflect like black feathers. i am beautiful and i am ancient.
i met her in august, after a heavy rain. the sweet grey
neededit was easy at first. i was knocking on your window, dreaming of planets and cursive writing, the swirls of galaxies spelling names in brilliant light, when suddenly you peered back at me. my fist froze, knocking knuckles poised, glass gleaming beyond my reach. a shimmering surface stuck between my place and yours.needed in Short Stories More Like This
you smile at me and open up the window.
our hands meet first, quietly. fingers interlace, frowning palm lines pressing to kiss. hands are such careful creatures, mine that have been used to paint, eat, touch, write--suddenly i have let you capture that hand and stop my time. you have stopped me from living only for myself. only for a moment.
second, i prop my knee up on the windowsill and you haul me up out of the snowdrifts. snowflakes climb into my hair and dust my shoulders, hurrying to melt as i lurch into your bedroom, collapsing against you, knees aching from the sill.
we tangle in the heavy curtains and your face is lost in the bursting fabric. the bloom of your mouth
prive0:prive in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
rising from your bed
my black journal upside down
pages touch your skin
awarenessat what age do youawareness in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
find horror in your own self?
erase your poems?
color theory12:03 a.m.color theory in Letters More Like This
i can't sleep, breathe, or eat.
this is called amnesia, or a cleverly placed metaphor. my mind is the memory palace of a cannibal; the scent of freesia and nile lilies wash down the crystal staircases along with visions i pull out of desk drawers of small girls pinching bloodied noses.
in this memory palace, i can lift the toilet and find perfumed, flower-pressed paper towels or the photos from a wedding. the bookcases hold my palahniuk novels and esthesis of a cat being skinned alive. in the underwear drawer, you'll see stockings and apparitions of vomiting.
don't worry, i'm not alone.
she slips through a window, trailing the scent of lip-balm. peppermint. her eyes, her voice-- it is something distant, there are blue fir trees and climbing ranges of gray, snow-peaked mountains in her heritage. her hands are long, blue with veins. there is a long necklace draped over her, made of peacock feathers, a shifting green-gold rainbow over where her heart should be.
"a local c
portraiture of humanitythe sound of the shutter echos in the small room.portraiture of humanity in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"there's nothing like a smile," he says, "to show others that you're happy on your own."
he sits with his legs crossed at the ankle, his long pants the color of a summer midnight sky, his suit jacket matching, his hair the same, all a dense, buttery black, the word "noir" in french with the scent of expresso, the caress of the tongue, the shimmer of sexuality beneath the thick opacity.
his skin is pale, with obvious veins showing blue-grey in his hands. the smoke of his cigarette is desperate, coming off of him in clouds.
"you'd think it's hard to be an asshole," he says sweetly. he flicks ash from the end of his cigarette.
"but it's not."
i adjust the lighting. he adjusts his position in the armchair. we square off, looking each other in the eyes, keeping a wary respect tucked in the corners of our mouths. along with that, in the soft crinkle of that mouth, he has a laugh, a curse word, a fuck-off. in
empty handsyou spend the eveningempty hands in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
wondering what love is like,
sitting in the dark.
minimalisti spend a momentminimalist in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
licking foam from expresso
9: Elias' RevengeElle stumbled forward onto the beach on hands and knees, just as a wave crashed against her. She fell forward onto her stomach, gasping for air as she tried to catch her breath. Her muscles screamed, her shoulders and arms trembling uncontrollably from the excruciating swim. Her legs cramped, needles of pain crawling over her calves when she tried to stretch her legs. But she had made it, she was alive.9: Elias' Revenge in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She rolled onto her back with a groan, her whole body protesting. Staring up at the starry sky, Elle pushed the damp hair that clung to her cheeks out of her face, bringing herself up onto her elbows. She looked out at the water which shimmered in the moonlight, and in the distance she could make out the silhouette of the Revenge, and she sighed with relief when she realized that it was moving away.
Her relief was quickly replaced by guilt when she thought of Thomas. She had left him behind. She shook her head, unable to believe her own selfishness. She should have fought harder,
2: Beauty and the BeastBeth clung to Mr. Thorne's arm around her waist, her teeth chattering as icy rain trickled down her face. Her hair was glued to her cheeks and tangled around her neck, her cloak and gown soaked through to her skin. Her whole body was numb, her fingers and toes aching painfully from the cold.2: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We're nearly there," Mr. Thorne shouted over the onslaught of rain. Beth nodded, unable to speak as droplets of rain hit her already numb face.
Beth leaned closer against Mr. Thorne, trying to soak up some of the warmth that seemed to roll off of him in waves. Though she shook violently against the cold, Mr. Thorne felt as though he was on fire, and she couldn't help but relish the warmth that his nearness offered.
He stiffened behind her as she held onto him, his grip around her waist tightening as his warm breath ghosted over her temple. She tilted her head and glanced up at him to find his hard unreadable eyes on her, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
There was something possessive in the way
What a Doll"Do you like it?" Gran asked, leaning forward slightly in her rocker. She smelled of Bengay and stale cigarettes, her white hair pulled tightly back from her wrinkled face.What a Doll in Short Stories More Like This
"I found her at an antique store down in Arlington."
"It'sshe's" Fay stammered, staring down into the glass blue eyes of the porcelain doll that Gran had sitting on her lap. "Thank you Gran," She said finally.
Fay took the doll cautiously, it's moth eaten dress rough beneath her fingers.
"You know I had a doll almost exactly like that one when I was a girl," Gran said as she lifted her knitting, her arthritic hands moving with surprising speed as she worked the needles.
"She smells funny," Fay grumbled, attempting to hold the doll further away.
"It's just from age and sitting in the back of a musty antique store," Gran explained without glancing up from her knitting. "Maybe if you're good today we can go and buy some fabric and make her a pretty new dress."
"Okay!" Fay said happily, though her smile fade
6: Elle Held CaptiveMias leaned forward in the saddle, urging his black steed forward with kicks and shouts of encouragement. The crisp night air invigorated his senses, and he pushed his horse faster still. The landscape was a blur around him, farmhouses and cottages coming into view for mere seconds before disappearing once more into the darkness.6: Elle Held Captive in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mias pulled up on the reins as he came up over a hill, giving him a perfect view of the rolling fields and cottages which dotted the countryside below. He patted his horse approvingly, glancing up at the moon and sucking in a lungful of air. He closed his eyes, allowing the sounds of the night to envelope him, letting the cricket song and the distant howls of wolves calm him. Yet his thoughts kept drifting back to Elle.
She was like no one he had met before in his life. She stood up to him, constantly challenging him and speaking her mind. It was refreshing, having someone so honest in his presence. People rarely looked him in the eye, their fear of
4: Mias, Elle, and...Abernos??"Stupid bloody magic!" Elle growled. She slammed the book on the table closed, dust floating up to her nose from the movement. She sneezed several times before leaning forward to rest her forehead against her palms, her frustration building.4: Mias, Elle, and...Abernos?? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the past three days she had tried, to no avail, to find a way to break through the protection spell that was keeping her trapped. On the first day she had sprinted towards the open front door, hoping that she could break through with brute force and determination. Mias had been leaning over the banister, looking down at her with amusement. The instant she made contact with the open doorway she felt the empty space contract outwards as it gave under the force of her weight, before she was launched backwards into the manor where she landed without grace on her backside. Mias had roared with laughter, which she responded to with a finger that she hoped was universally known.
The second day was a day for experimenting. Elle decided to see if she co
2: Elle's EscapeMias stared at Elle's sleeping form beside him. She hadn't moved all nighthe knew because he hadn't moved all night either. He was still lying back against the headboard, watching her steady breathing and enjoying the rise and fall of her breasts beneath her lacy white bra. He had stripped her out of the gown she had been wearing, wanting her to be comfortable as she slept, confused as to why he cared about her comfort at all. His grin widened as her chest rose, deciding that caring about whether or not Elle was comfortable had to be the best damn idea he ever had.2: Elle's Escape in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sunlight poured through the open window, a slant of light cutting across the bed and Elle's creamy white legs. Mias adjusted himself on the bed, and Elle shifted slightly before going still once more.
She would be awake soon, and Mias was suddenly aware that he had been lying on the bed in his clothes. He tried to smooth the wrinkles in his slacks and shirt, sighing with frustration when he realized not only was he a w
3: Beauty and the Beast"You look like a princess, dear," Fiona stepped back so that Beth had a better view of herself in the full length mirror.3: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth's heart skipped when she looked over her reflection, barely recognizing the young lady who stared back. The gown she wore, though not cut in the latest fashion, was a rich emerald green that complimented her fair skin and rich brown curls. The skirt was full, the silk flaring slightly at the hips and reaching to the floor where the hem was stitched in an ornate pattern of golden ivy. The stitching continued up the skirt to the bodice, wrapping around it in a way that complimented her narrow waist.
The bodice was cut lower than the style that Beth was used to and was trimmed in black lace, and Beth couldn't help but feel self conscious about the amount of cleavage that it revealed. Yet Fiona assured her that it was not at all inappropriate, that it barely revealed anything at all, which relieved Beth somewhat.
Fiona had also managed to style Beth's unruly tresse
1: Beauty and the BeastHe sees her huddled near the side of the road, the hood of her tattered brown cloak pulled tightly around her wrinkled face.1: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She rises to her feet as he nears on horseback, her tiny frame hunched over, a crooked wooden cane clutched in her weathered hand.
"Won't you buy a rose, my lord?" She asks, her voice a low cackle that crawls over his skin.
He glares down into her white eyes, the eyes of a blind woman, and the stench of sickness reaches his nose. Her hood falls back from her face, revealing her blistered lips and her ashen skin, marred with the spots of disease.
"Get away from me, peasant." He shouts, disgusted.
She bends one crooked arm and reaches into her basket, pulling out a long stemmed rose, the bud shriveled and black, the petals dry and brittle.
"Please, my lord," she begs, her eyes brimming with tears. "I am but a poor and hungry old woman, with no home or family to speak of."
She lifts the rose towards him, ambling closer, when suddenly she trips and stumbles into t
7: Elle at SeaElias strode down the passageway, eager to see the look on Elle's face when she realized just how dire her situation had become. Something about seeing the look of helplessness on her face excited him, and he knew that it would work in his favor. After all, how could she continue to defy him if she had no choice but to obey him?7: Elle at Sea in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elias climbed the companionway and stepped into the bright morning sun. The familiar roar of the ocean filled his ears, and he sucked in a lungful of salty sea air. He smoothed the front of his dark shirt, tugging the sleeves at his wrists before adjusting his collar. He was never one to appear on deck unkempt, evident by the gleam of his boots and the seamless press of his black breeches. And he had to admit, he wanted to look presentable for his bride to be, for if he appeared to her in muddy boots and dusty clothes as he had the night before, what would she think of him?
Elias glanced around the deck, and spotted Elle easily. She was leaning against the rail
10: Elle's RevengeElle ripped her arm free of the large sailor's grip as he hauled her up from the ladder and onto the deck. She nearly fell to the floor, feeling so detached and disoriented from the horror she had just witnessed that her whole body was numb.10: Elle's Revenge in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mias is dead.
She felt a sharp twisting in her chest at the very thought, and she wanted nothing more than to crumple to the floor and cry. She looked towards the island, only able to see the outline of the cliffs and the glimmer of waves as they drifted onto the shore. Elle wanted to hurl herself over the side of the ship, to swim back to Mias and hold him in her arms one last time. But she knew there would be no point in it, that all the wishing and crying, all the promises and kisses in the world would never bring him back. All she could do now was hope that Mias knew what she felt for him. That his love for her was matched by her love for him.
She watched as Elias climbed up the last few steps of the ladder with a wide grin on his face,