ResurrectionResurrection in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i see the world with new eyes
now it all begins
DiwaliDiwali in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
festival of light
a time for peace, hope and joy
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"Senses failing you? Wish you were more athletic, but just don't have the time to work out? Tired of being cold in the winter? Or just want to add a new twist on your life for a whole new perspective? If you want any of these things you obviously haven't heard about the brand new product Feralmorphs. With a few simple injections your entire body can become something bestial, stronger, faster and more exotic than ever before. Change your entire outlook in life, Feralmorphs."
"Warning, always consult your doctor before using Feralmorphs. While rare small side effects have been known to occur. If you are pregnant, suffer from back pains, or have a heart condition Feralmorphs may be unsafe for you. Feralmorphs are not for everyone, consult your doctor before use."
That had been the first commercial for the product Feralmorphs. A product with the ability to transform a human partially into an animal. Naturally at first it was met with skepticism. Why would anyone wish to
A Wild Clefairy AppearsA wild Clefairy appears!A Wild Clefairy Appears in Short Stories More Like This
"What!? Wait, you have got to be kidding me!" Dave was having a less than pleasant day. It was his eleventh birthday, meaning he was one year away from being able to start a Pokemon journey. That might be fun maybe, but that wasn't for today. Instead, today he got a ton of homework from his parents, because he had to be sure he knew what was going on in the world before leaving on a journey in a year. Well, that was all in fine, but turned out there were a lot of books to read. He didn't remember any of the other kids reading any of these books before becoming trainers. He had been given a huge pile of books to read that he could just barely carry. So, he had been carrying them home from the library, when he had tripped, sent most of the books flying into the air. He had gathered most of them easily, but one of the books.
Well, there was some rather tall grass on the edge of town, and one of the books had landed in that grass. He had been told; Never go in the
13 Tales 2012: The Eleventh TaleThirteen Tales13 Tales 2012: The Eleventh Tale in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tale Eleven: The Tale of the Correctional Collar
"What, exactly is this?" It was a man in his twenties who spoke up dressed in business casual without a tie. There was a large open box inside of him that he was staring at it, and from within it he picked up what appeared to be a collar sized for a human with several wires strapped to it.
"That, is the Smart Mart Employee Correctional Collar." An older man in his fifties dressed only slightly nicer spoke up. He was the manager of the local Smart Mart for over 18 years now something he was personally proud of. He had the tone one usually holds when they believe they know everything but in actuality was only slightly more intelligent than a senile goldfish.
"It's... a shock collar." The man stated flatly
"Well Ted, if you want to get technical, yes it is. The point is we've received a number of complaints about your actions in our store."
"You've received one complaint." Ted corrected. "Just because she was heavy enough to
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Twelfth Tale: The Tale of Potions and Poker
There is a school of higher learning located deep within a mist filled valley hidden away by curses and enchantments. It is a university that accepts in the most talented of those with arcane aptitude regardless of species. The majority of the students are humans around the ages of eighteen to twenty-five in age. Though, it was not uncommon to see other species or younger students should they display sufficient talent.
There are many tales of students who have gone on to make their mark in history, saving cities, countries and sometimes even the world. There are also tales of those still enrolled in the school who against all odds rose against a powerful darkness and came out victorious.
This is not one of those tales.
This is the tale of three students who didn't have the money to go on a trip during their spring break, so instead was forced to find other means to entertain themselves confined to the dorms. So, these three fri
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Tenth Tale: The Tale of the Magic Jelly Beans
"TRICK OR TREAT!" Four voices rang out simultaneously as they stood on the front doorstep of a house decorated with cutesy pumpkins cartoonishly drawn monsters and well lit enough that one could barely tell it was after dark.
"Well hello there!" It was an elderly old woman who answered the door wearing a witch's hat and a black robe. "Ahhh, aren't you the cutest little darlings." She spoke up examining the kids. "And such cute costumes."
The children of course were in costume due to it being Halloween. There were two boys and two girls. One of the boys was dressed as a tiger and the girl was dressed as a pirate. The remaining two were both dressed as black cats. The two were twins and had worn the same costume largely as a joke. At only eight years old it was hard to tell the difference between the two despite the difference in gender, and in identical costumes it was impossible to tell which was the boy and which was the gir
The Small Rider "Today is gonna be the day." The wolf pup slowly laced up his boots. They were a bit too big for the pup. In fact, the entire set of leather armor felt too big. Well, it was to be expected. He was still only twelve years old, still considered a pup by the rest of the tribe. His entire getup was oversized. His leather vest hung off his shoulders, he had two straps along his chest for holding knives and supplies just kind of hung limp, and he even needed two paws to use his knife properly. Being short for his age certainly didn't help things. The only thing that actually fit was his loin cloth. Still, he would eventually grow into this outfit. It was sized for an adult because it the uniform of a Dragon Rider.The Small Rider in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't exclusive to the wolves, many tribes had dragon riders. Several different breeds had been domesticated over the past thousand years. They came in all sizes large and small. Some of them breathed fire, and some of them exhaled
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Seventh Tale: The Tale of the Hard Core Game
"Hey Bob, check out this awesome new game I got!" It was a youth of about fourteen who ran into his friend's living room. He was dressed in a simple shirt and shorts and currently carrying an old gaming cartridge in his hand and had a look of anticipation upon his face.
"Todd, what is that? I thought you said you had a game." The other boy named Bob dressed in a pair of blue shorts and a white shirt stared at the cartridge unsure of what it is.
"This is a game! A long time ago instead of games just magically showing up on your computer you had to go to stores and purchase them!" Todd explained. "This is an old game.
"Purchase, at a store. Oh, you mean one of those... What are they called... CD things that games used to come on?" Bob asked.
"Even more ancient than that!" Todd explained. "This is before CDs."
"I didn't know there was such a period. So, why are you so excited, we have plenty of new games to play, like Generic Bro
Hairy ScienceHairy ScienceHairy Science in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Welcome! To my alchemical lab!" The man in the lab coat with reflective glasses spun around as he came out from the shadows at the back of the room. "Using all the powers of science I concoct strange and wonderful mixtures guaranteed to alter the very fabric of realities. The atoms themselves bend to my will as through scientific might I alter the very-"
"Are we done yet?" A boy named Caleb asked. He was no older than twenty-two, and was wearing an apron over his clothes at the moment. He was in his uniform for the supermarket that he worked at.
"But, science, my lab!" The man in the lab coat started.
"This isn't a lab, it's the back of a delivery truck." Caleb looked around at all the cardboard boxes that were in the truck. "And you just make shampoo mixtures."
"Hey these shampoos have been scientifically designed to produce the highest possible satisfaction level when experienced by ones oratory senses!" The man explained. "We've imported our ingredients straight from
Secret of Moreau Island Episode 2: Challenge StageLast time, on the Secret of Moreau Island!Secret of Moreau Island Episode 2: Challenge Stage in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ten contestants came to the island, each seeking victory and glory in the competition and to have their greatest desire granted. The contestants split up for a scavenger hunt for their first challenge to get a few key items out of our squirrel interns. Roland and Malena revisited some of their younger years. Kaevon turned into a squirrel and Andrew into a rabbit. Chester is now a ferret, Tyreese a kangaroo, and Frank is still completely unchanged. Corbyn became a living cactus, not literally but that would probably have been preferable to the countless thorns that managed to get stuck into all three of his tails. The night ended with Dell and Henry facing off in an experiment, where Dell left the island as a mouse and Henry was able to stay but now in the form of a bear. So, the first night came to an end and we were one contestant left. Who will go home tonight, and who will stay for glory. Find out tonight as we continue to seek, The S
Secret of Moreau Island Episode 4 Experiment StageAnd now back to our show.Secret of Moreau Island Episode 4 Experiment Stage in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Before cutting to the lab the show first cut to the confessional booth.
The screen flickered and focused, revealing the griffin Frank sitting in front of it, in the confessional, in a suit fashioned out of bed sheets.
"This is a public service announcement for all contestants," he said, trying to make his prepubescent voice sound as formal as possible. "The following items have been uncovered on the island:
"One deflated balloon and one foot-long stick, currently in the possession of Corbyn Prower;
"One spray bottle, one whistle, and one unmarked potion, currently in the possession of Malena Delgado;
"One shrink-ray, currently in the possession of Chester Bluena;
"One True Form potion, currently in the possession of Andrew Zhang;
"One tiny pair of sunglasses and one oth-- oth--" he lifted a tree leaf to his face with tiny markings on it, clearly what he had been using to keep track of this while he was a mouse. "...o-ther-world-ly mirror, currently in the poss
From Reality to Pokemon Part 8I opened my eyesFrom Reality to Pokemon Part 8 in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up in yet another cage. I groaned as I clutched my head, I think I might've had one too many tranquilizers lately, because my head was throbbing.
"Oh look, it's alive!" someone laughed. I looked to my left but Sam was lying there unconscious.
"Over here, smart one!" the voice said in front of me.
I hadn't noticed how these cages were set up. There were many cages here. They went right and left as far as I could see and there was a row of cages about eight feet across from my row. I saw the one that had made the comment earlier. It was a vulpix.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Hey now, be nice, we're all friends." He said.
"Usually I know my friends names." I said.
"Right, my names Chris information extraordinaire!" he said with a bow.
"Well good to meet you, I see that you haven't met our other members of cell block D-19." He said.
"D-19?" I asked.
"That's right, it's home sweet home!" he laughed. I turned around to see w
From Reality to Pokemon: Part 15It was as if the life was being drawn out of me through these wires. What the heck were they doing to me!? I tried thrashing, but the bonds held me down. As I thrashed about, my strength grew weaker and weaker. I tried screaming, I don't know why I would, they never listened anyways, but I just had to hope, hope that someone watching me would take pity on me and save me.From Reality to Pokemon: Part 15 in Short Stories More Like This
After a few more minutes, I lost the strength to resist and my arms and legs lay flat. I continued to scream, but eventually I grew too weak for even that. I stared at the cold white ceiling with despair. My life would soon be over. I had lost any and all strength that I'd had ten minutes ago. I had become so weak that breathing took effort. My vision became blurred, I couldn't get my eyes to focus on anything, so I closed them. I took a deep breath, ready to embrace death...The black behind my eyes became even blacker and I let out one last breath. I started to see a light. I could hear voices...voices that I recogniz
From Reality to Pokemon Part 2Tanner's point of viewFrom Reality to Pokemon Part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
I ran out of the front door. I didn't know what happened to everyone in the school, but I wasn't gonna stick around and let it happen to me! I didn't know what to do, should I call someone? What if it wasn't just my school? What if it was the whole town, or the whole country!? What if...what if it was the whole world if that was so, then I had to get home.
My house wasn't far from here, only about a mile and a half. The only reason I didn't walk there earlier was because I was pretending to be sick. I called my mom's cell, but there was no answer. So I sent a text message, "I'll be at the house- Tanner" After I picked up the backpack again, I wondered why Jacob was the only one unconscious out of everyone and why there were five people in the school left unaffected. I walked until finally I felt a l
From Reality to Pokemon Part13Jacobs point of viewFrom Reality to Pokemon Part13 in Short Stories More Like This
Weeks passed as I trained my aura. If I wanted to escape this place, I would have to become stronger. I went through several more of their tests, all of which put me past the breaking point, all of which I passed. I could tell that they were very interested in my aura, which, as I was reminded by the others countless times, was a bad thing. Chris was the one that made the plan of escape. Because he knew this place and everything about it, none of us disagreed. I would often ask how he knew these things; he would laugh and remind me that he had a different kind of mind. Our plan was simple, but the means to actually doing the plan sounded easier said than done.
The plan went like this.
Step one: Use my aura to break us free.
Step two: Fight our way to the central control room. When we get to the entrance we force someone to open it for us.
Step three: In the control room, Chris will put his skills to use and use the computers to override the locks on all of th
From Reality to Pokemon Part 1I got out of my mom's car as she waved and shouted that she loved me. I had just gotten to school about half an hour early to meet my friend Tanner. He was an odd fellow. He had a huge mess of hair that covered his eyes and most of his nose; he was a slacker that never gave any effort into anything that he didn't deem worth his time, and didn't talk to anybody. He always kept to himself, which was a shame, this guy could write comic gold, draw great pictures, and could figure out most problems. However he didn't plan on putting any of those talents towards his future, because he had only one dream in mind, which was to be rock-star, or pirate, whichever came first. Anyways he was sitting at a chair in the student lounge writing a sarcastic book report for one of our elderly teachers, laughing as he dropped in several comments that involved saving the earth from aliens, retrieving his stolen jacket back from an evil leprechaun, playing solitaire, and how none of the assignments he everFrom Reality to Pokemon Part 1 in Short Stories More Like This
From Reality to Pokemon Part 7Jacobs point of viewFrom Reality to Pokemon Part 7 in Short Stories More Like This
I ran quickly and quietly towards the buzzing alarm. I got really close now, the sound was almost deafening! I pushed through a large amount of brush and saw it. There was a growlithe trapped inside of a cage, the kind with two doors on the sides that close when you step inside. It was struggling to break free as she hit the edges of the cage repeatedly. It used flame thrower on the bars, but they remained intact. I ran over to it.
"Hey!" I said.
I quickly had to dodge a flame thrower that had been sent through the bars. "Hey, I'm here to help!" I shouted.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were one of them." It said.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I walked into this cage! Duh!" It yelled.
"Why would you do that?" I asked.
"Well it was disguised, there was this tarp covering it, but I think I might've burned that up." She said.
"I'll see what I can do." I said.
"Please you have to hurry; it'll only be a matter of time before they show up!"
"Don't worry; I think that I can
From Reality to Pokemon: Part 14Part Fourteen...From Reality to Pokemon: Part 14 in Short Stories More Like This
...I had failed. When I woke up I was in a different cage than the one by all of my friends.
"So...they're spreading us out now?" I thought to myself.
It was the smartest thing to do on their part. If they hadn't put us together to begin with, none of this would've happened. I personally wished that I had never tried. If I hadn't....nobody would've died...Luke wouldn't have died. Everything that had happened was my fault and I knew it. I looked around the room to see that it was completely empty. Not even a guard was in here. There were several computers and a couple of machines that I couldn't identify, although I'm sure half of them served some kind of sinister purpose. It didn't take more than a few minutes to take in everything in the room. I was wondering when somebody would come in, but after so long, I just decided to lay down and try to sleep.
Before I could close my eyes, the door opened. I looked up to find six guards line up in front of me and aim there weap
From Reality to Pokemon Part 5Tanner's point of viewFrom Reality to Pokemon Part 5 in Short Stories More Like This
It was one of the most incredible things I had ever seen. Matt shot several bolts of lightning, I couldn't believe it, Jacob had actually dodged the bolts and had gotten close enough to use a close range attack. Jacob was about to hit but Matt quickly jumped out of the way, causing Jacob to create a small crater in the ground. This went back and forth for a while with each of them scoring a few hits on the other. After about five minutes they finally stopped.
"So that's how you do It." said Jacob as he breathed heavily.
They all gave nervous glances at each other. Until finally one of the small Pokémon next to me, a skitty, spoke up.
"That was really cool and all, but I still don't know how to do it."
The rest of the crowd agreed.
"Well I got it!" said Jacob, "Everyone get into teams of two, and be sure to have matching types."
It took some of them quite a long time to
From Reality to Pokemon Part 4Tanner's point of viewFrom Reality to Pokemon Part 4 in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't know how long it would take for my dad to get home; he had been in another state for a business trip before everyone had been transformed. He had called several times over the last couple of weeks. Every time he did it was from a public phone. Every time he called he would tell us that he was closer, he had actually traveled from Minnesota and now he had actually reached Texas. He had told us that he'd been transformed into a strange creature; he didn't know what he was though. My dad had never watched Pokémon. He said at this rate it would take about a week before he got here. I warned him to be careful, in a week every human would have their Pokeballs and they'd be able to go on a catching spree.
I knew it was true. So many would be caught, while the Pokémon had to be weak to be caught, it could also be caught easily while it was asleep; John Weathers had told us this. He said that the best way to start off as a trainer was
FRTP Part: 17 The End"Come on! Wake up already!" the cheery voice shouted at me.FRTP Part: 17 The End in Short Stories More Like This
"Ugh...." I grunted.
"What's your name?" It asked.
"Ugh..." I grunted again.
"You're not very smart are you?" the voice laughed.
I sighed and sat up rubbing my eyes. "It's Jacob."
"Jacob...can I call you Jake?"
I finally looked towards the source of the voice. It was a parichisu. A hyper one at that. I soon discovered that I was in a tent, I was a bit confused, but thankful that it wasn't a cage.
"Why? Is Jacob too long or something?" I smiled standing up and clutching my head, it felt like my brain was on fire. "Geez....what happened to me?"
"You got into a fight with Gina....not a smart decision." she said with a more lecturing tone.
"Yeah, I'll make sure I don't try it again."
"You know you still haven't asked what my name is."
"Oh....right....." I sighed. "What's your name?"
"It's Belle! Thanks for asking." she smiled.
"Belle....well Belle, think you can explain what happened last night?"
"Easy. We went to clear out a lab
I am not asleepI am dreaming about you,I am not asleep in Free Verse More Like This
But I am not asleep,
It's the middle of the day.
Staring at the walls,
In the prison that I keep,
Can't go backwards, forward has been block.
Spinning around in circles,
My heads a living mess.
Day becomes night,
So many hours have been lost,
You stole the time,
You stole my heart,
You stole my soul.
Now give me some rest.
Night into day,
The cycle is repeated.
In my mind I live,
Behind these walls of black and grey.
A Little BitA little bit of me dies each day of loneliness and despair.A Little Bit in Free Verse More Like This
At night I'm sick of sorrow'
my heart is consumed as well.
My soul rings wet with emptiness,
My mind feels only pain.
I have, but heartache, loneliness and pain...
StormsDarkness falls.Storms in Free Verse More Like This
My mind takes off.
Thoughts of you flood my brain.
No answers found.
Emotions stir to hurricane forces.
Love gone unanswered.
Mist in my eyes.
No rest found.
It storms again.....
Never To BeI've taken my heart and mended its tears.Never To Be in Free Verse More Like This
I have washed the stains of my soul with my tears.
I put them away under lock and a key,
Not wanting to feel, not wanting to breathe
I've taken my chest and buried it deep.
Behind great walls, sorrows I heap.
I wallow in pity; crying out to deaf gods.
In darkness I go my life full of frauds.
Like a robot, I go on my daily routine
Not feeling, nor hearing, not seeing a thing.
Shock has set in. I crawl to my hole.
Just hoping to die, this body's not whole.
Minutes like days turn to hours like years.
From the pit of my stomach cancers do grow.
Up to my chest they swell as they sear.
I lay here in pain; no sores will they show.
It vomits its poison, consuming me whole.
Nothing is left of a once healthy soul.
Darkness has come to my blue sparkling eyes.
This once smiling boy does nothing but sighs.
Like acid, it eats, it melts me away.
Dissolved into tears, I crumble to dust.
Upon the wind I'm scattered around,
Never to be what I once thought I was.
Inside MyselfI sit inside myselfInside Myself in Free Verse More Like This
and ponder my ways,
of how I got here
and why I do things.
Of understanding this,
But not of that.
I sit inside myself
not knowing why,
I like coffee but I don't like tea,
of why I hold on of memories of past,
Yet, have a hard time with what's happening next.
Of where I am going and what might have been.
Of why I am here,
but not over there.
Yes, I sit inside myself
and ponder my ways.
Fate Worse Than DeathPain so deep,Fate Worse Than Death in Free Verse More Like This
Cut to the bone.
Edges torn and ripped,
In the wound of my heart.
Blackness fills the hole,
Where love use to dwell.
Each day drags by,
Locked in this cell.
Tortured by thoughts,
Unable to stop.
Sleep, Finds no rest,
Tormented by dreams.
Peace is forgotten,
Love gone unanswered.
Fate worse than death,
Love known and lost.
As I Remember TimesAs I remember times spent together....As I Remember Times in Free Verse More Like This
The death of a thousands deaths falls upon me,
And the pain fills my mind so.
As I remember times spend together,
I cry out and the tears burn my cheeks so.
And the pain clouds my mind so...
As I remember times spent together..
No laughter from these lips shall come,
And the pain cuts me so...
As I remember times spent together....
The fire of life grow ever low...
And the pain will not slow...
As I remember times spent together...
The death of a thousand death falls upon me...
And the pain consumes my heart ever so...
I wear it on my sleeve.Can't you see the hole in my heart?I wear it on my sleeve. in Free Verse More Like This
The void filled with pain.
Can't you see the ripped distorted edges?
That the dull knife of time has made.
Can't you see my blood on your hands?
From the missing piece you stole.
Can't you see the scare that's left?
From damage you have done.
Can't you see black circles?
Void of life, no color in my eyes.
Can't you see tear stained tracks?
Where rosy checks once dwelled.
Can't you see my Heart breaking?
It should be so easy, to see the damage you have done.
Why you ask? I wear it on my sleeve.
I Saw YouI died today.I Saw You in Free Verse More Like This
My heart stopped.
My mind went blank.
My soul was racked with pain.
Yes, I died today.
I saw you
Long Dark ShadowsWhen the day has said goodbye,Long Dark Shadows in Free Verse More Like This
and the night has just begun.
When my tired bones find
there home within the chair,
And I sit and sigh,
and as the breeze blows through my hair.
When my mind plays back the memories
of my long and tiring day.
And my tears, they find their way,
down that old familiar path.
When my heart puts on that coat,
of sorrow and despair.
And the pain, It grips my body,
like smoke devours the air.
When the long dark shadows of loneliness
consumes, like fire through my soul.
That's when I cry out,
yet no one hears,
of how I miss you so....
and the long dark shadows
of loneliness consumes,
like fire through my soul.....
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J/H: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
It is the 1880s, London England. Advances in science seem capable of manipulating the very fabric of nature. Prosperity is higher then ever before in human history and the affluence of the continent is awe-inspiring. However counterbalancing this is widespread poverty, disease, degradation of the under classes, crime, and wantonness among the idle rich to replace the forgotten virtues of the past. The European power seems supreme and all races flock to London to earn their way through industrial labor, but old prejudices and bad blood travel with them. London is diverse as it is elitist, as rich as it is poor. The heights of learning clash with hubris and disregard for the dignity of life and the spiritual guidance of the ancient church is flawed by pettiness in the ecclesiastical hierarchy while strange foreign cults practice their dark rituals in back allies and basements.
Into the midst of this tension and world of opposites
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Sonic Freedom Fighters Opera
In the tradition of The Protomen
Album 1: The Engineer's Assistant
1: The Edge
Julian Ivo Kintobor recounts the history of his people to a recently invented robot he's cobbled together between his grueling work as a breaker; salvaging pieces from the enemy Mobian war machines brought down into his bunker city. He relates briefly the Xorda invasion and the ongoing struggle with the Mobian enemy. Finally he recounts his own life, building a criminal network to see how people tick and reading up on famous dictators for inspiration. The Edge relates to the tipping point in his personality, from wanting to better his people to despairing of mankind and wanting power and control. It also relates to the edge of the table he slowly coaxes the robot to by degrees until it willing follows his orders and smashes to pieces on the floor.
2: The One Who Will Save Us
Julian's father justifies his brutal treatment of his son by comparing it to forging a weapon with heat an
Story Concept: AnimalityStory Concept: Animality in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Written by Dan Oles
Based in part on the Archie Comics series Sonic the Hedgehog
As well as the ongoing Freedom Fighters project by Matt Sullivan
Additional ideas by Sam Boettner and Chris Miszczak
THE END OF THE WORLD
Long before mankind came to be there was The Conradine. A collective societal construct, they had one been barely sentient mollusks in the slimy seas of their home world Alfyr but some powerful will forced them to crawl from the depths and fashion themselves generation by generation into a society of scholars, warriors, and priests. They worshiped balance itself, believing matter and energy was finite and interdependent, all occurrences to each object or being resonating throughout the Aggregate: the sum total of existence. It was by harnessing these resonant patterns that The Conradine developed a system of technology through carefully modulated sound waves interpreted through specially carved crystals. By this they could pilot their vehicles wit
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Written by Dan Oles
Planet Athena is one of well over a zillion worlds humankind has colonized, specifically a 'squatter' planet of low priority for the ruling Consortium, low enough that colonization is accessible to settlers of limited means or a desperate desire for freedom.
Whereas poor terra forming, dangerous wildlife, unfriendly natives or poor resources define other squatter planets, Athena has a little more complex history behind its status. To power through space, wage war, build settlements, and explore ever further into the universe mankind has built many, many machines with varying purposes and designs, but like all things these devices are not eternal. To maintain the raw materials of literally millions of broken or worn out robots, space ships, and other mechanisms, Athena was designated a scrap yard world, where the junk of the surrounding planets could be stored in great piles until Consortium officials could be bothered to melt it down for reuse. Howeve
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Sonic Freedom Fighters Season 2: The Dark Inquisition
Episode 1: Arrival
Space. Infinite darkness pinpointed by brilliant, distant stars. Diamonds on black velvet.
A canvas for reality. A thousand unknown worlds with their own stories told simultaneously through the lives of uncountable living creatures and the mute tales of inanimate matter.
Suddenly a voice rings in the stillness. Not a true voice echoing, but a voice in the mind.
Something is thinking the words, and in their thoughts the voice speaking them is a deep voice, an inhuman one that sounds like groaning branches or harsh winds that have shaped themselves into language.
VOICE: In the beginning there was life. It was the first inaccuracy.
Zooming through the cosmos, passing comets, planets.
Cold grey eyes open, superimposed on the black, ghostly. Again not true eyes.
Eyes of a terrible mind.
VOICE: Everything that is. Every voice, every breath, every fault and virtue, everything loving and that which is unfeeling. Living an
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Story Concept: Conclave
Collectively it is called The Magnavox.
It is everything there is: galaxies, suns, planets, moons, the history and the past. From the times lost to history of lone wanderers and ancient magic, to the present of bold struggle against oppressive regimes, to the grim future of stalwart survivors against incredible odds. The threads of legend and destiny unite every warrior, soldier, humble hero, wizard and rebel who has ever lived.
This is one of a thousand tales, a thousand tales contained in its telling. For no life, good or ill, exists without affecting the paths of others.
These are the tales of The Conclave.
They came from the depths of the void.
In the years following humankind's discovery of The Chaos Emeralds, a source of unlimited power, the species experienced a scientific golden age in which is was discovered that the principal of the universe was energy, not physical laws. With no constraints to advancement they crafted a worldwide utopia of technology&
Story Concept: HollowStory Concept: Hollow in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Holidays Story Series
Story Concept: Hollow
Welcome to Sunken Acres: a placid little town in the Midwestern United States, population one hundred and seventy seven sturdy, solitary folks. Not much goes on here for most of the year. There's a police department and a sheriff and a local fire station but the province hasn't seen a good anything in years. Crimes range from the local gang (just the one) defacing public property, improperly parked autos, and sometimes a coyote sighting. In fact if it wasn't achingly so boring Sunken Acres might just be the nicest place to live anywhere
At least until Halloween.
Inexplicably on that one night of the year a rash of very elaborate, very inventive, and oftentimes disturbing pranks, some of which defy conventional reason of what is humanly possible. People have discovered their cars in trees; their homes filled with candy, and have been menaced by terrifying monsters that leap from the shadows or bizarre occurrences
Tron Legacy : ReimagingTron Legacy : Reimaging in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Tron Legacy Reimagining
Following the salvation of The Grid from the tyranny of the Master Control Program, Kevin Flynn returned to the real world, becoming CEO of the ENCOM computer company. He designs a number of the world's most successful games based on his supposed exploits (he refers to them as 'dreams') in cyberspace. The most often occurring character in these and the most popular for gamers is the stalwart warrior program Tron.
His son Sam is enamored by his father's work, his stories of the world of Tron, and dreams the impossible dream of visiting The Grid. His father actually promises that one day he'll take him there.
It turns out to be the last words Kevin has with his son before he vanishes from the face of the Earth.
Sam grows up, somewhat embittered by his father's leaving him and his mother, but finding confidence in his father's old hobby of motorbike maintenance. He is incredibly rich but entirely irresponsible, preferring to live in a retrofitted garage and rarely
Sonic FF Ep1: The Stranger 3Ext. Orphanage, Knothole DaySonic FF Ep1: The Stranger 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Orphanage is written on a wooden sign above this hut, larger compared to many of the others in the village. It might as well be a sign for the whole of Knothole.
The Knothole orphanage has been made to be as nice looking as possible, painted a friendly shade of bright orange with large windows and a flower garden. Young MOBIANS of every kind, too young to live by themselves or serve as Freedom Fighters are playing on the patch of lawn planted around the orphanage, attended by mobian MATRONS. A small fence has been set up around the orphanage, and leaning against this fence is the four-year-old bobcat mobian KIT. While the others play with makeshift toys or run around and LAUGH, Kit stares dejectedly out between the fence slats.
RING RING RING. A clapper bell calls Kits attention away from her sad vigil.
A walrus MATRON calls for her and beckons.
MATRON: Come on in Kit!
KIT: (SIGHS) Okay.
Like the other mobian children she heads insi
Sonic FF Ep1: The Stranger 1Sonic Freedom FightersSonic FF Ep1: The Stranger 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Episode 1: The Stranger
Ext. Mobotropolis - Day
Glowing embers dance in a plume of black smoke. As the smoke clears the crumbling, smoldering statue of King Acorn is revealed, below it the shattered wreckage of Mobotropolis. Laser fire jumps back and forth between the amassed armies of HUMANS and MOBIANS, while human attack ships, assault vehicles, and Robotniks legions of SWATBOTS descend from all sides upon the remaining populace.
Caption: Mobotropolis, Four Hours After the Invasion
Ext. City Wall, Mobotropolis Day
FREEDOM flies high, emblazoned in yellow on a blue flag held in the grip of a human SOLDIER, while all around him crouch other SOLDIER pouring blaster fire at a group of mobian INFANTRYMEN all along the battlements of Mobotropolis. All are wearing enough armor to appear like robots themselves, and their face concealing helmets make them even more anonymous.
A badger mobian COMMANDER vaults over the sandbag cover t
To Dream Of The Hunt...To Dream Of The Hunt... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I went to bed hungry, and God! how I dreamed---
Running over hill and dale on four mighty paws,
Hungry and dreadful my voice as I bayed and howled!
A flock of sheep lay before me,
In a moonlit meadow of grass and sweet clover
And high-spraying blood that shone black on the ground
As I killed and killed and killed!
Glutted, I loped over the reeking red hill
And slunk into a darkling wood to slumber...
Retching, I wake up with wool in my mouth
And a well-gnawed sheep's head for a pillow---
Merciful God, not again...
Heads Will Roll...Heads Will Roll... in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Cyril; I am,
Or was, assistant to Samson the executioner,
Master of the Guillotine
In the Place de la Concorde in Paris;
Samson has cut off the heads
Of king and queen, commoner and aristocrat--
He says they all chop the same, no blue blood,
It's all red...I can vouch for that;
I'm the lad who mops it all up
How I longed to pull the lever,
Bring the great blade down, hear the slicing snap
Of severed flesh and bone--I've often begged
My boss, but he always says NO...
I'd love to let the guillotine come down
On his fat neck, the pig!
One night I went down to Montmarte
And sat in a smelly tavern for a drink...
A woman came and sat with me, her face
Covered with rouge and powder; she wasn't
Young or pretty, but I bought her a bottle of gin
And joked and flirted with her as she drank...
"You want to see something exciting?" I asked,
And she leered and said she would...
I bought her another bottle and we went off
Through dark alleys, to the Pl
Ode to Josephine...Ode to Josephine... in Free Verse More Like This
Hail to the Butterfly-Empress,
Graceful, silly Josephine,
Lover of roses, She who conquered
The only foe he could not beat--
Divorcing her was his defeat...
Even in his exile
She haunted him,
More than Waterloo?
Waterfall HaikuWaterfall Haiku in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Hear the waterfalls
Cascading down rocky cliffs
Of the mountainside...
White water falling
Feeding many rocky streams
In the mountains high...
See the water fall
Rainbows sparkle on the rocks
Mountains drenched with spray
Tryst in a LaundromatTryst in a Laundromat in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I sat one day at the Laundromat,
My load of clothes tumbling dry,
A girl walked in and blew my mind
As she traips'd blithely by!
She was flaxen and fair, with big blue eyes
And a slender, leggity bod--
She sat down next to me with a smile
And I thought, "Thank You, God!"
Before I could inhale and say Hello
She stood and did a dance
With a basket of undies on her head--
She put me in a trance!
This crazy blonde vision put her load in the wash
And sat right on my lap;
She gave me a nudge and a flirty wink
And said "No time for a nap!"
We danced round the room to the canned music
Of "Rock the Casbah" by The Clash;
When our laundry was done, I took her out
For red wine and corned beef hash!
The Matter of Britain...The Matter of Britain... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I long for those far-off days of glory,
The Age of Arthur, the oft-told story
Of that noble King and wise old Merlin,
In my head the Round Table swirling
Like a vortex, drawing me in...
Can't we have those times again?
They had a dream, a noble vision,
To raise Mankind from strife, division
And base desires; to be all we can be,
A world free from Hate, Envy
And petty Greed; it's what we need
To quest after, that Perfect Dream,
The light on Excalibur's blade doth gleam,
Showing us the way--we all are knights,
Riding forth to defend the rights
'Tis true, Camelot fell and failed;
Launcelot's love, Guenevere's betrayal
And Mordred's poisoned, scheming brain...
But I know it was not in vain
And if we strive, we'll achieve the Grail
And Arthur himself will shout, "All Hail!"
The Madness Of Kings...The Madness Of Kings... in Free Verse More Like This
Upon a throne of whispers he sits,
His ears filled with secrets and lies...
His favor, once given, is easily withdrawn
And whoever displeases him DIES!
The points of his golden crown drip with the blood
Of a thousand unfortunate souls
Who attempted to flee from his terrible reign,
But expired instead in the mud...
His mad cold dark eyes shifting this way and that
As he seeks out whom he may devour--
His Majesty sneers, drool pours from his lips
As he reaches his finalmost hour!
Lightning from Heaven strikes down the Mad King;
In the dust he now gibbers and crawls...
Pride goeth before destruction, 'tis said,
Cry Freedom for All, for the Tyrant is dead!
The Price of HorrorThe Price of Horror in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the highest haunted tower
To the deepest crypts below---
Through the halls of Corman's Castle
Rings a laugh that we all know!
Tall and elegant he stalks into
The torture chamber grim,
To set the Pendulum swinging
O'er a victim, on a whim!
With a dark delicious chuckle
He recounts a ghastly tale
In his voice so richly mellow
Turning all our faces pale...
All the ghosts and ghouls bow down in awe
Before their gentle king;
Lift a glass of Amontillado
As the chimes of Midnight ring!
Revenge...Revenge... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The villains of Literature love to devise
Elaborate snares for a victim's demise;
They all gloat with bombastic, sadistical glee,
Allowing the hero ample time to flee!
But when I'm encompassing an enemy's doom,
I keep it simple: brick them up in a tomb!
For Poe's "Cask of Amontillado" says it best:
Strike your foe where he lives, and ignore the rest!
Always be friendly, courteous and polite
As you savor your victim's despair with delight;
Let them know that they willingly entered the trap,
With no one to blame but themselves--oh, snap!
And before you slide the last brick in the wall,
Tell them this as the dark covers them like a pall:
"No revenge so complete as forgiveness, my friend!"
Let them contemplate that as their worthless lives end...
A Midnight Stroll...A Midnight Stroll... in Short Stories More Like This
It was 1:32 A.M., and Lenore Corbeaux was strolling along a deserted sidewalk, clad in her favorite purple minidress and black thigh-high boots; the full moon, peering down through some ragged clouds, highlighted her boyishly short raven hair as she skipped across the street to take a short-cut through her favorite cemetery, where three shadowy figures were waiting for her.
"Yeah, I always cut through the graveyard on my way home," Lenore had boasted earlier, at the night-club where she was partying; three extremely pale goth-types, two men and a woman, had overheard her, exchanged glances, and slipped out. Their names were Urek, Cassio, and Ilona, and they've been vampires since the reign of Louis XIII.
Urek, the leader of the trio, made the first move---gliding out from behind a tall granite obelisk, he blocked Lenore's path with a toothy grin: "May I walk you home, young lady?" he purred, his eyes glinting like quicksilver i
Pokemon:WhenTwoWorldsCollide 7"Look Ivy! It's Sandgem Town!" Carter exclaimed excitedly as a city in the horizon grew larger with every painful step.Pokemon:WhenTwoWorldsCollide 7 in General Fiction More Like This
I growled. Gosh, this kid is so annoying. He's been chatting in my ear ever since breakfast this morning. Finally I'll be able to dump the brat! Sweet freedom will be mine!!!
"Yep!" I replied a little too enthusiastic for my usual self. "Let's go!"
"ALRIGHT!!!! SANDGEM! HERE WE COME!!!!" Carter screamed, snatched my hand, and dragged me all the rest of the way to the town.
When we reached the town, I was shocked. Surrounding the small beach city was a vast, concrete wall with thick, spiraling barbwire topping it off. Team Galactic grunts patrolled the barrier, and a single gate towered above us.
"W-w-what happened? Why is this .here?" I stuttered and gestured to the wall, dumbfounded.
"Seriously? You are really out of the
When Two Worlds Collide 1Confused ..scared ..alone? Where ..where'd he go? Did he .leave me here? Alone? Bright .it's too bright cold wait .home? A-am I home? Back in the snow? Snow! I AM home!!When Two Worlds Collide 1 in General Fiction More Like This
I tumbled down a snowy dune, the cold breeze greeting my skin like a welcoming hug. The snow clung to me in wet clumps, and I smiled with irreplaceable ecstasy. I was finally home .home after so many countless, long years. Home, the freezing biome of Sinnoh's tundra around the lone city of Snowpoint, and where my heart has always been. After nine grueling but enlightening years away, I was back.
As I slowed to a stop at the bottom of the powdery hill, I sprawled out in the snow regardless of the freezing chill that seeped into my bones. I stared up into the sky, watching intricate, tiny snowflakes fall from a se
When Two Worlds Collide 2"Twinleaf Town: The Gateway to Opportunity!" the sign screamed silently.When Two Worlds Collide 2 in General Fiction More Like This
I stared at it in disgust as Staraptor touched down right on the outskirts of town, creating a mini-tornado of decaying leaves as she took the last few flaps of her wings needed to touchdown safely. The morning sun poured over the town of about 10,000 in population, giving the sleepy beginning trainer's town a tangerine and fuchsia tinge.
Hmph .this town already annoyed me. It's way too cheery.
I yawned. The flight had been long; it took us about five days to get here, including stops for rest and refreshment along the way. Even though I did sleep through most of it, I still felt strangely tired.
I hopped off of Staraptor, stretched, and took a brief look at the town. It seemed like an oddly stereotypical place, complete with cookie-cutter houses and tiny local shops. I really hope that I don't have to stay long.
Pokemon:WhenTwoWorldsCollide 3Turtwig launched himself at the Starly, but he was knocked to the ground as Starly completed a successful Quick Attack. Turtwig immediately got on his feet and smacked the Starly into the grass.Pokemon:WhenTwoWorldsCollide 3 in General Fiction More Like This
He then readied for a command and was surprised when I said, "Turtwig, Withdraw!"
Turtwig tucked his head, legs, and tail inside his shell while I dug through my trainer bag. I hurriedly found the Pokéball pocket and pulled out a standard Pokéball. My dad had stocked the bag with items way before I would set out on my journey, and I still thank him for over preparing. This way, I don't have try to buy medicine and Pokéballs for awhile which would allow me to save some more money for my facility and other, more expensive items.
I aimed, and threw the Pokéball at the Starly, for the Starly around here were very weak. You only needed one hit to make a Starly ready to capture. While I had been searching for the P
The WalkAs I step into the lightThe Walk in Free Verse More Like This
Wind blows, trees creak, leaves flutter,
A comforting chill seeps through my bones.
Step after step, I meander down the lane,
Glancing down….up at the world around me.
Black trees slicing through bits of orange-pink sky,
Waving, in the breeze as leaves spiral in a brilliance of colors to the ground.
But I do not notice.
I am in my own dreams, my own world, bending reality
And molding it to satisfy my desire
Absently absorbing the world around me as a template.
Weaving characters and stories without a pause
Spinning fantastical tales of distant lands
Complete with monstrous beasts and chivalrous heroes.
Two worlds collide, clashing
Battles rage, playing out according to omniscient strategies
Some survive, some do not, but all is part of the plan.
Turning the corner, it transitions to the triumphant end
The worlds reconcile, all is made right
Peace is restored, yet evil still loiters,
Waiting for another day to strike once more.
The worlds start to rece
Pokemon:WhenTwoWorldsCollide 6You want to know why I was horrified? Because the creature he was pointing at was my Bidoof, the one of the most harmless Pokémon on the face of the earth.Pokemon:WhenTwoWorldsCollide 6 in General Fiction More Like This
"Seriously, Carter. It's just a Bidoof," I answered coolly while picking her up and stroking her.
"B-B-B-BIDOOF? OH MY GOSH!!!" Carter amazingly got over his fear of her and dashed towards us, grabbed her out of my hands, and held her up in front of him.
"I've never seen one before! Aren't you so cute! Your fur is so FLUFFY!!! SO ADOREABLE!!" by this time Carter was cuddling with my irritated Bidoof.
"Bid-doof!" she cried, her voice muffled by Carter's face.
"Um Carter, I don't think-"
Bidoof used Tackle on Carter, knocking him to the floor and waking up Blazka, Carter's Chimchar. Bidoof ran over to the corner the other corner of the tent and began growling.
"Bidoof, knock it off! He wasn't trying to hu
Pokemon:WhenTwoWorldsCollide 8Last time in Pokémon: When Two Worlds Collide, Velia and Carter reached Sandgem Town where they encountered some problems with the local police called Team Galactic. After they are chased into an alley, they meet a Riolu who supposedly has the solution to their predicament. We left off as a group of Grunts figure out the location of Velia and Carter.Pokemon:WhenTwoWorldsCollide 8 in Short Stories More Like This
Four, no five grunts straddled the entrance to the alleyway, each wearing an expression of haughty delight. They held their Pokéballs at the ready, just in case we didn't come quietly.
And I had no intention to.
"Ok, now just come quietly and no one gets hurt, alright?" the ring leader asked smoothly.
"Carter .ptz .Carter!" I whispered without looking away from the Grunts.
"Just go with this and don't mess it up. I have a plan."
I sighed and pouted. "Alright fine, you caught us ." I began walking towards the line of Grunts wi
A Guardian's Imagination 10December 13th, 1966A Guardian's Imagination 10 in Short Stories More Like This
As I walked though my workplace to my office, excited to meet whatever strange being may be present in my office today. After I found out that tragic news, I decided just to live my life the way I would have if I didn't know that I was going to pass
I rounded the corner and saw my beloved office. I'm going to miss that place.
As I strolled to the door, I noticed a set of wet footprints leading directly to my office.
"I must have the pleasure of meeting the Water Sprite today," I thought, chucking softly while opening the door.
"OH MY GOSH!!! IT'S WALT DISNEY!!!" A young, amphibian-like boy yelled as he rushed forward to shake my hand.
"I've always wanted to make you!!! My name's Aquarios, but my friends just call me Water Boy or Aqua because they're too lazy to say the whole thing!" He squealed while continuing to shake my hand.
"This the greatest day of my life!! After I was transferred here, I just knew that I had
OnceThere once was a girl.Once in Emotional More Like This
A girl with short, thick brown hair and a stocky figure. She was pitifully normal, but her blue eyes flecked with brown swirled like a setting sky or a storming sea. It was in those eyes that she created something wonderful: a kingdom like none other.
Spiraling minarets rose from the heights of innumerable buildings, each with their own foreign architecture never before created in the world as she knew it. Towers and edifices reached to marry the sky in perfect harmony while low-lying adobes hugged the earth in a melody of technology and ancient wonder. Monuments and landmarks to no one and to everyone pocketed the landscape, and willows and redwoods stuck out from the verdant parks that grew out of the organized mess of the city, the kingdom. In the center of the wonderland stood a quiet cottage. This is where the girl dwelt amongst her imagined realm.
After the construction was complete, people began to occupy her vast domain
Pokemon:WhenTwoWorldsCollide 5WHAM!!! I smacked the trespasser's head with my frying pan while Turtwig tackled him to the ground.Pokemon:WhenTwoWorldsCollide 5 in General Fiction More Like This
"HOLY MILKTANK!! Whatca do that for?" the boy shrieked.
"Wait, is that you Carter?" I asked in puzzlement and annoyance.
"Of course it's me, who else?" He said while sitting up and rubbing his head with one hand. I then noticed what was in his other hand. His Chimchar had gone limp, unconscious. Bruises and cuts covered its little body, and its flame had almost burned out. I looked past Carter to the outside of our little tent. It had started to rain, making the outdoors a terrible place for a Chimchar. I turned back to Carter, who was kneeling on the floor, cradling the injured Chimchar. It was gasping for air, and I knew it needed immediate attention. Carter made eye contact with me, and forgetting his own injury, said one word, "Help."
I quickly and carefully set Chimchar on one of my warmest blank
PirateHe wanted to be a pirate -Pirate in Free Verse More Like This
a rogue of waves and plankton
and teakwood decks
that smarted under the sharp rap
of stars streaming off the bow.
He longed to feel rum
cut the back of his throat
and hoist the skull and crossbones
over a ship so far gone
the horizon would never find it.
He wanted to chart winds
that warmed the equator
and let the anchor
carry off the ballast
in the boatswain's burly arms;
to watch gold
cover his hands to the elbows
and sink his lash
into the belly of the storm.
And know the beauty of his enemy
come calling late at night.
JealousyI forgot how jealousyJealousy in Free Verse More Like This
looked on you -
a brooch of many colors
pinned to her dress
just above the breasts,
or a thin bright ribbon
trailing off a straw hat.
and how it smelled -
too much perfume in a
tiny space or
lemons bursting off the branches
to bloom at her feet.
and how it sounded
like too much music
for one room to hold,
so it had to be shared
with a stranger
who wore candlelight
how it sat on your tongue -
a sharp insect
shedding its wings,
and leaving me
to dream of her.
RainRain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
SoundSound in Free Verse More Like This
Something against the sky -
a kestrel wing
drifting godward -
the circle of sound
dents the morning
and turns my ears
second guessing the weight of
and how your breath
measures the morning light.
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world
BountyBounty in Free Verse More Like This
This gorgeous glut of bounty
buried beneath heaven's gate
in golden goblets
of summer fruit -
honey clings in wisps
and ripe figs
bend the boughs of trees
where you shelter from the crowd
turned out to feast
upon the landscape.
And I shall bring you bread and wine,
the warm day's haze of flesh
swelling your belly
under my fingers
like the galleons
left guarding the late summer wheat
in the harbor.
ScarsYour scarsScars in Free Verse More Like This
are bright and shiny
like baby's teeth
newly cut and grown,
or Christmas toys
your mother hid
up in the attic
praying you would never touch.
I like their livid edges,
how they pucker
under my hands
like new zippers
begging to be left open,
and catch the light
that spills from my perfect world.
And you like
the jagged sounds
my sighs make,
the rush of warm air
that keeps you safe
and how your fragile heart beats
when you unbuckle your skin
and the world heals.
Six feet UnderNothing is what it seemsSix feet Under in Free Verse More Like This
six feet under.
I keep catching flies
with an open mouth
and wonder why
voices speak of me from a distance.
and break the daffodils
perched precariously over my head
and the sky feels so blue
it hurts my eyes.
I can hear the secrets
that make the grass go green
and birds' twitter sounds like
little old ladies
playing gin rummy
and cursing under their breath
over the gossip they're missing.
But the worst part is
I smell the reek of winter
seeping through dirt
in dry roots
pushing up dead daisies
some lazy relative left
as an after-thought
and know a sickening truth
lonely has become
my new best friend
and no tears
will ever keep me company