Hotel Near The RacecourseHotel Near The Racecourse in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hotel Near The Racecourse
Hotel near the racecourse,
It's really chaos.
Press are running round the place,
Cars the topic.
Fans getting on each other's nerves.
It's too warm.
Next door tv's on.
Really loud some football match.
My head is spinning,
Need some aspirin.
I'm on the fourth floor,
Good view of the racecourse.
And the stands that will packed.
Come race day,
Some toast then leaving,
To avoid the rush for seats.
Saved every penny,
Avoided bar nights
To come and see this race.
Paid for tickets
Paid for the room
That cost the earth.
And the cost was worth the price.
The drivers near by,
Seen two upclose,
Walked past a third in the hall.
My mind is buzzing.
Was worth the waiting,
For the race I'll see on the track.
DisasterDisaster in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
On the edge of all nerves,
The edge of which,
Disaster meets the crasher with death.
Where the brave are men and one lady,
Who fight with hearts and souls.
Who respect the fact that death shall stalk them.
Lurking in the shadows,
Lurking around the bend,
Lurking in a component that won't make it to the end.
Where drivers were toys for amusement,
And discarded when dead not alive.
In the 1950's of Formula One,
Only the lucky survived.
That Look Upon His FaceThat Look Upon His Face in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some of the days they go so fast,
When you next look the leaves blow past.
The year has gone,
And all the racing now done.
Heading into twilight hours.
Put to bed all the horse powers.
Waiting until spring comes around,
Then unleashed on tracks they will astound.
But this is where he jumps the train.
Stay away because he's slain.
His inside clock says he is first class,
And now his family don't come last.
He has that look upon his face,
When he's staring into outer space.
He's know he would not improve no more.
So he took the back of the room door.
His trophies testament to his success.
No one will say a word to protest.
His fighting days full of war.
Now the history books will be filled once more.
He looks upon his last trophy in hate.
Lets all his anger go to waste.
It was his time and time is short.
He'll teach his girl to drive in the sport.
And as she grows into her years,
He'll try to hide all his fears.
Take pride as the century turns,
For now she's young and she only yearns.
Different times [Soulmate!AU]~*~*~*~*Different times [Soulmate!AU] in Short Stories More Like This
Yo! Before you can start reading my doings, I want to tell a few things.
This is based on this one AU/headcannon/picture that I found on Tumblr. The idea was that every people around the world has a clock on his/her arm, which shows how long it's going to take until they meet their soulmate for the first time.
I wanted to play around with the thought that when soulmates excisted, love alone wasn't enough anymore.
(I link the AU here when I find it again, because it went missing suddenly.)
When you see ~~~~-part, it means for a timeskip. I hope you get it how much it suddenly jumps... For example, at first Anna (narrator) is at first just finished High School and is now moving away from home. Then it skips when Anna had finished her school and is working as a police officer.
And plus, I wrote this half a year ago, so my english... sucks. I edited it today, but I did only minor changes.
The characters are mine, and they only appear in this drabble.
But maybe I sho
The Wish on a StarMy story is a short one, yet one I feel needs to be told. After all, it’s not everyday you see an immortal ten year old.The Wish on a Star in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
My name is Lucie, the Guardian of Wishes, and Spirit of the Stars.
Now, I wasn’t always like this. I used to be just like normal people. I had a mom, a dad, and an older brother. I had close friends and people I didn’t like. I played with my toys and swam in the lake. But every day I wished I could meet the Guardians of Childhood.
Then one fateful day, I did, and it changed my life completely.
This is my story.