Feverish TouchAs they touch in the bright moonlight a spark ignites,Feverish Touch in Free Verse More Like This
To create a dance such as the ancients,a flame unites,
The drum sounds a slow,heavy, hypnotic beat,
Bodies in motion consumed with unbridled heat.
Lost in the rhythm they cannot see the power they create,
Desire and passions climbing higher with it the ground quakes,
To watch it can cause such an ache,given the feverish pitch comes due,
For the connection seen there is visions of a dream come true.........
Nothing ever works for me.....To what purpose do I serve,Nothing ever works for me..... in Free Verse More Like This
Is this what life is reduced to,
Never being good enough in other's eyes in the perception
of what they think your life should be,
To have so called friends benefit from you and promise things
they never intend on delivering.
Just to kick you when your down pushing you further to the brink,
Always telling you what to do and never thankful you help them get ahead,
The one's you love you can never please and never living up to their ideal,
Unworthy the feeling never deserving love or praise.
But okay when they need or want from you,
I give up and they wonder why I want to leave this life
and start over far away,
Hoping to salvage some piece of yourself and aspire for better
nothing but broken heart,dreams and hopes lie at your feet
following you through each day,
To what I pray am I here for what does life mean for me is it all a bad dream
will it all fade away..............
For YouFor you I hope for a calmness only peace brings,For You in Free Verse More Like This
To know you are happy and loved,
Someone to share lifes ups and downs with,
For once you gave me so much this I will never forget and you lie within my heart always,
each night I whisper your name in the darkness that is Me.................
SereneFor the serenity I seek is lost in shadow,Serene in Free Verse More Like This
Like the passion and desire I struggle to embrace
but settle for comfort instead in it's place,
Hidden deep in a past and wondering can anyone unleash again,
But to faith that one day a dream it will no longer be and begin.
That someone will take my hand and stand beside me,
Warm my heart console and guide me,
To a sensual romance only together can create,
A magical power with ties so strong they never break.
In my darkest times I seek only the light,
When nightmares invade I reach for positive right,
To uncloud the gloom and give forth a calm oasis,
A beacon to strive for a way to quiet pleasureable places.
As I fight comformity and normalcy tooth and nail,
I find other's not so kind to indifference and in this I fail,
I accept all and judge not to accept all as they be,
For if I did I'd be something I am not and I could not be me.
No longerNo longer can my mind take the boundries my physical nature sets,No longer in Free Verse More Like This
Like too much of a good thing some things should never be tried to achieve,
In life your limitations should be kept within the sphere of your reality,
Knowing that extremes can take you places that are beyond reach.
No matter how bad you want them,
Remember why you weren't able to ever go there,
I expect the fall out to cripple the weakest links,
If I can weather the storm approaching I have done well.
My emotions set in a turmoil of expectations I should never set to high,
For I know the fall out has never been good,
Tried true it willl never be accepted by any,
I can no longer take the agony of defeat the loss that only I can see.
I will be taken each time to that place of doom and desolate embrace,
My nature is to love but for myself it is to destroy all chances of anything
other than my loneliness and agony,
I saw the light but even that turned it's back as I knew it does each time,
For in that realm no on
Don't Look BackHead held high I walk quietly along,Don't Look Back in Free Verse More Like This
Though shrouded in doubt I still stand strong,
To find that fit where I finally belong,
Has been my muse,my dream for way too long.
Just walk away it's what you do best,
Joining a common number just like the rest,
Self centered greed among vain human traits,
Will confine your soul upon it's fate
try & reform karma's in wait...........
UnpredictableAs the storm builds it speaks to me,Unpredictable in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of turmoil of life of woes to be,
Untamed,unpredictable,uncertainty in every case,
With the lightening and the roar of thunder,wind gust caressing all space.
As it whips around you no place is safe,
The sound is eerie as the quiet promises a storm to make,
Truth to the land for which I was born,
Feeling the energy build in might and scale.
Trained to beware of a chaos that can issue even hail.
A part of life you seem to get use to well,
Just as each day living gives many twist and turns,
Upon a moment changes to funnels,tornados,floods true to form we learn.
As in living destruction can be found,
These elements that cannot be predicted surround,
In a seconds notice your world can blow away,
For nothing is safe,tomorrow can change come what may.........
A SpellHe weaves a spell...A Spell in Free Verse More Like This
But he knows not the one he is already under,
He severs the last tie but he will be bound to her for an eternity,
He will feel the sting for she desires to be part of him.
He thinks he is alone.....
But alas I mark his soul well,
He has cast the last die,
She pulls him closer in mind.
No matter where you go your thoughts shall always wander back to me,
He seeks truth.....
But she no longer gives,
She will fade from the pages but never from his mind she knows him too well
it is he who is under the spell.......
Never say WeIt slithers invades your goodness tries to swallow you whole,Never say We in Free Verse More Like This
Festers and infects engulfing the people you know,
A hatred so crude undesired to most it be,
Unworthy of other's for to selfish they be.
Take away all this no hope for me to give anymore,
For once I accepted what is denied for now I know the score,
To still have a glimmer of hope it does not consume all of me,
For my heart and life is so empty for I will never again call one Home or say We.....
Fall to piecesOn my knees I will beg for you in vain,Fall to pieces in Free Verse More Like This
Open to your needs desire fire burning high the flame,
Captured between your passions and mine,
Dreams caught me so offguard this time.
I want to get over this feeling,
To heal the heart but the minds still reeling,
You touched my soul without a touch,
In you I found comfort the highest rush.
Inspiring me to reach out for more,
My muse has flown now you keep slamming the door,
Will another ever hold the precious key,
My beast lies in wait for you to rescue me.
My heart skipped a beat at each cherished word,
Fed my mind,my erotic dreams before you unheard,
To hold just once my body feels the punch,
As my held breath escapes its you it seeks.....be still my heart rest in peace......
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 11. Best Friends ForeverA Very Different Reaper Chapter 1 in Sketches More Like This
The Grim Reaper appeared before the two children and the hamster. His face - in fact, all of his features - were completely shrouded by the robe of woven darkness he wore. Only his scythe was visible, and the blade seemed too thin, as though it weren't entirely there.
"I am here," the reaper spoke, "for a...Mr. Jiggles?"
"NO!" the boy said, crying and simpering. "You can't take Mr. Jiggles!"
"He's right," the girl said. "I need him for a school project. You can't have him."
The Grim Reaper looked over the two children defying him. "Really?" His voice seemed a hissing of steam from unknowable depths of time. "And what do you intend to do...to stop me?"
The girl looked up at him. "How about a game?"
"And what are the terms?" he asked her, interested.
"We fight. You win, you get the hamster."
"I get him anyway. What's in it for me to accept your
A Very Different Reaper 33. From the Diary of Mandy 1A Very Different Reaper 3 in Sketches More Like This
Grim...intrests me. He's...not what I was expecting. Okay, that's not quite right. He's everything I expected from the Grim Reaper: awe-inspiring, powerful, mysterious, shadowed, terrifying and comforting at the same time...but he's also more.
When Billy put our lives on the line for Mr. Jiggles, I knew I had to think fast. I know the rules of the games with Death. Death always wins. The only way I could make it out of that one alive was if I made losing as appealing to Death as winning. That was the only way I would have a chance.
People have often wondered why I hang out with Billy. It's...complicated and simple at the same time. You see, there's this...gift I've always had. When I stare into someone's eyes, I see everything they want to hide: their secret hopes, desires, fears, dreams...everything that makes them who they are. I see th
A Very Different Reaper 88. The Truth Will OutA Very Different Reaper 8 in Sketches More Like This
Mandy sat in her office. She'd managed to make a nice little empire in the last ten years. The world didn't know it yet, but she was ultimately in charge. It didn't matter who ran what company, what city, what COUNTRY. Trace it all backwards through the underground channels, and eventually it all came back to her.
But it wasn't an iron fisted rule...nor was it for the betterment of mankind. She enjoyed watching the human struggle, as wars were fought, and any number of other events occured. Watching humanity scurry like so many ant colonies, knowing how easily she could bring it all to an end with a few well placed words...
"Is this what it's like to be a god?" she asked herself as she stared at the latest reports. She glanced down at her schedule. She remembered she had that appointment with the Prime Minister day after tomorrow...
Her schedule had changed. For tomo
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 55. From the Diaries 2A Very Different Reaper Chapter 5 in Sketches More Like This
The Reaper's Diary
I have made a rather drastic decision. I did not get approval from Azrael for this. I fear I may incur his displeasure for this. Even so, I will not reverse this decision, whatever the consequences, and any who would try to circumvent my will in this will have to pry my scythe from my cold, dead fingers.
Mandy's hourglass has run out of sand, and I am going to do...nothing. I will not attempt to add sand to her hourglass, and I will not take her head. The universe says she should be dead now, but the universe hasn't taken me into account.
I've cast a spell over her hourglass. While there is still no sand in it, so long as I do not hold the hourglass, the universe will take her into account, where otherwise the force of history would attempt to erase her.
This is a great wrong against the Duty, to not take someone who has passed their time. But I do not care.
A Very Different Reaper 44. Idle ConversationsA Very Different Reaper 4 in Sketches More Like This
It was an ordinary day in Endsville. Nothing much was happening - for once. Mandy glanced over to where Grim had taken up his usual place, leaning on his scythe standing by the couch, watching TV with her. Something was off with his stance, though. He seemed...perterbed, almost. "Something bothering you, Grim?"
He chuckled. "It's unlike you to ask after my emotional state, Mandy. If anyone else were here, they'd think you were going...soft."
Mandy glowered. "Do you want to talk or not?"
He chuckled again. There was something strange about his chuckle. It was almost...human. "Very well. Some of the creatures of the occult world are...expressing discontent with my preoccupation with events here in Endsville. THey feel it is wrong of me to befriend a mortal, whatever the reason."
"What do they know? For that matter,
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 22. From the Diary of the Reaper 1A Very Different Reaper Chapter 2 in Sketches More Like This
It has been two weeks since I became 'BFF's with this most unusual girl child. Admittedly, the boy often tags along for the ride, and since Mandy seems to be happy with that - or as happy as she gets - I tolerate his presence. However, I find myself unable to bring out even the slightest affection or amusement out of his antics. I would be much happier if his hourglass were to run out.
Mandy...now there is the conundrum. Children are supposed to be the innocents of the world...and in her own way, she is. She is an...innocent evil, I suppose you could say. She knows she is evil, and in her eyes, there is nothing wrong with this. It is most intruiging.
We have had a few adventures, I guess you could call them. Mass destruction, demons from other realms, creatures of the night...very everyday matters for me, but they seemed intruiging to young Mandy. Oddly e
A Very Different Reaper EpilogueEpilogue: Telling a StoryA Very Different Reaper Epilogue in Sketches More Like This
Marcus slowly closed the book. He gently ran his hand through his shoulder length dirty-blonde hair and blinked his blue eyes. "And that, Miria, is how the line of the reaper began. Every child of the family Black is born with the power of Death inside them...and a weapon of Death at their command, though only the Reaper himself will wield the scythe." He brushed the sword at his waist: a blade so thin it was invisible, and a skull and crossbones hilt motif. "This is the story of our family. So, Miria...any questions?"
The three year old girl looked up at him. She had midnight black hair and her mother's black eyes. Reaching under the blankets, she pulled out a chainsaw with a glowing blue chain. She revved it up. "Can I cut you to pieces?" she asked, her voice high pitched and adorable.
Marcus chuckled, and kissed her on the forehead. "Swee
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 66. An Unhappy BirthdayA Very Different Reaper Chapter 6 in Sketches More Like This
Mandy lounged in the backyard by the pool, incredibly bored. It was her 13th birthday, and everyone had thrown her a surprise party...which she had found out about three weeks in advance, due to Billy's inability to keep a secret. There were tons of presents, of course, and those boys not to wierded out by her attitude were attempting - pathetically - to flirt. She admitted she looked good, but still, could they be anymore obvious?
Grim was the only point of interest at the party. He simply stood, watching everything. At other times, his presence would go unnoticed or uncommented on, but his gaze seemed to be more piercing today. When she felt it pass over her, she felt a sudden delighted shiver pass over her.
What was wrong with her? Had she developed a...a CRUSH on the Grim Reaper? THat was totally ridiculous. But then again...she had always felt drawn to power, a
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 77. From the Diaries 3A Very Different Reaper Chapter 7 in Sketches More Like This
From the Diary of the Reaper
I have commited a terrible sin aginst the Duty...and I am unrepentant. Azrael is displeased, and many amongst the realms of the occult begin to speak out against me, saying I am not cut out for the job. I silenced them easily, saying that I answer only to Azrael, and if they dislike my actions as Reaper they are free to challenge me for the post. Since the sin against the Duty, I have had three such challenges, each ending the same: the fall of my opponent.
The sin I have commited...I took a life before its appointed time. But for what he sought to do, I would drag him to the depths of hell with my own two hands.
Not knowing one is doing wrong is no excuse for such actions...
From the Diary of Mandy
I still can't believe it nearly happened. I'd heard that there had been...incidents around. Girls found dead, signs of rape. Police were searching f
LES AMANTS II - THE LOVERS II(English translation below)LES AMANTS II - THE LOVERS II in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
La belle me glisse
Sa langue douce et subtile
En haut de mes cuisses
Frantz, mars 2012.
My beauty slides
Her soft and subtle tongue
At the top of my thighs
Frantz, March 2012
WARPHORISME IQu'est-ce que la suspicion ?WARPHORISME I in Letters More Like This
Pour un homme, c'est flairer qu'on lui cache la vérité. Pour une femme, c'est trouver étrange qu'on la lui dise !
WARPHORISME V.......WARPHORISME V in Philosophical More Like This
"On dit souvent que les yeux sont le reflet de l'âme... C'est pour ça que j'ai toujours le regard dans le vide !"
Frantz, 2 avril 2012.
Nihilku I (fr/en)Anniversaires -Nihilku I (fr/en) in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
traînées de lune pendues
au bord des tombes
moon trails dangling
on graves' edges
Frantz, 25 Juillet 2013
L'ABBE PRESENTE : CREER UN GROUPE SUR DA (I)L'ABBE PRESENTE : CREER UN GROUPE SUR DA (I) in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Vous voici sur DA, le site des artistes joyeux, et vous décidez, hop, soit de créer un groupe in petto, soit d'être recruté comme contributeur au sein d'un autre. Des gens de bonne volonté au service des artistes de bonne volonté. C'est parti pour des mois de travail ardu, dans la bonne humeur et la rigueur objective des classements artistiques. Vraiment ? Comment dit-on, déjà... ah, oui : lol.
Chapitre I : de la diversité en matière de création de groupe.
Vous avez créé votre groupe : "la-société-noire-des-ténèbres-obscures-de-lilith-la-sombre-666", ou "pour-l'inscription-du-manga-au-patrimoine-immatériel-de-l'humanité" ; ou encore "Bonjour-madame", un groupe consacré à la philosophie du bondage dans les couvents de la Beauce. Bien sûr, vous vous faites conspuer par la foule, puisque la Beauce huée, mais là n'est pas la question. Vous voici devant plusieurs choix possibles :
a) Quel medium utiliser ? Images, mots, traditionnel, digital, photos, artisanat ? Tous ?
COMPTINE DES ROSES - ROSES COMPTINE(english version below)COMPTINE DES ROSES - ROSES COMPTINE in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Comptine des Roses
Tu aimais tant les roses
Et mes petits poèmes
Sur tes paupières closes
J'en ai répandu blêmes
Tu aimais tant les roses
Et les soirs apaisés
Dans les bleus tu reposes
Les bleus des bien-aimés
Tu aimais tant les roses
Mais je n'en avais pas
Dans les heures moroses
Où j'ai su ton trépas
Tu aimais tant les roses
Il y en a toujours
Viens les voir si tu l'oses
Les roses des amours
Tu aimais tant les roses
Et voici des poèmes
Pour tes métamorphoses
Jamais de chrysanthèmes
J'ai déposé des roses
Toi qui les aimais tant
Des cendres ecchymoses
Ma petite maman
Frantz, 6 avril 2012.
Roses, you loved them so
My little poems also
On your closed eyelids
Pale, I poured them
Roses, you loved them so
And the soothed evenings
In the blues you rest
The blues of the beloved
Roses, you loved them s
IAI DO XIIIS'accrocher à ses rêves est aussi efficace que ralentir sa chute à l'aide des nuages.IAI DO XIII in Editorial More Like This
Frantz, juin 2012.
EXORCISTE DE STYLEVersion Audio Ici !EXORCISTE DE STYLE in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Le bal où balbutie un blême baladin
Mène la maure mare en amère manière
Tel Thanatos tapi, tentant de sa tanière
Parsemer le parfum d'un pâle paladin.
Passant la palissade en puissant palatin
On nie la lie limpide où l'âne sans lanière
Banni, va balader bonne et blonde bannière
Dans l'opalin palais latin du palatin.
Vérace, on scie la vis vorace au vert vaisseau
Fou, le sceau de la fesse a faussé le faisceau
Et la crise se frise, emprise qui se brise
Les brigades en bris, brebis brament briguant
La grise friandise où s'irise la brise
-La brune bruine brûle et brandit le brigand !
SoleilLe soleil est de retour,Soleil in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
oubli des mots partagés
la lumière m'aveugle...
DESIR DE MOTSDe ce désir des mots, j'ai oublié les règles ultimesDESIR DE MOTS in Free Verse More Like This
Et je t'ai ouvert mon cur, sans crainte aucune
Pendant les nuits sans lune pour éclairer ma plume
J'ai oublié tes maux, j'ai oublié ta chair, ton sang
Pendant cette nuit sans lune, je dilue l'encre
Pour écrire ces mots, à l'ombre de ton souvenir
Tanka du renouveauD'hiver en printempsTanka du renouveau in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
demain est un autre jour
le jardin le sait
Si tu te mets à douter
Écoute les semis germer
Fin du voyageAprès ma trop longue erranceFin du voyage in Free Verse More Like This
Il fallait bien me résoudre à l'évidence
Vous n'étiez pas de ce monde.
Épuisée, par cette route si longue
A un carrefour, j'ai posé mon paquetage
Pour augurer la fin possible du voyage.
Perplexe, j'ai regardé en arrière
J'avais franchi tant de barrières
Sans atteindre la félicité.
Il avait été logique de regarder mes pieds
Afin, de pouvoir avancer
Pourtant, j'en ai oublié l'essentiel...
Je n'ai pas discerné le ciel.
Ni fleur...Du plus loin de mon esprit imprégné, taguéNi fleur... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ne peut que sourdre une obligeante réminiscence .
Le néant crève, de sa lancinante subsistance
Mes aubes et mes crépuscules. Je me sens noyée.
Ni fleur, ni déesse, seule à l'orée de chemins
Pas vus, pas pris... j'attendais et rien n'est venu.
La forêt est amène et mes pas incongrus
Ne font aucun bruit, la lune porte mon chagrin.
Le rouge-gorge et la louveUn rouge-gorge s'en revenant en son nidLe rouge-gorge et la louve in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Se félicite de rapporter la pitance à ses oisillons chéris.
Mais il ne trouve que plumes et sang dans l'abri.
Un serpent avait fait bombance pendant son absence.
Dans son désarroi, le bel oiseau laisse son âme entrer en errance,
Au pied de l'arbre se lamente, montrant à qui veut sa désespérance.
Une louve qui cherchait dans les sous-bois quelque subsistance
Dans un fourré, des bruits de sanglots entendit et s'approcha
A pas feutrés, débusquant enfin l'endroit d'où émanait ce vif désarroi.
- Quel est cet insondable émoi, pourquoi es tu enchifrené?
Dit l'élégant animal à l'emplumé.
- Un grand malheur, répondit l'oiseau. Un reptile a détruit mon logis,
Et mangé mes oiselets. Tu me ferais honneur en abrégeant ma vie,
D'un coup de tes crocs acérés, mes souffrances abréger.
LE PRIX A PAYERLa liberté a un prix que l'argent n'achète pas, bien évidement, je paie le prix aujourd'hui de choix dûs à la non-confiance en moi, je paie le prix de combats dans lesquels je n'ai pas versé le sang de mes sentiments, je paie le prix de n'avoir pas voyagé mes rêves, je paie le prix de n'avoir pas aimé jusqu'au bout.LE PRIX A PAYER in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Un arbre est mortLe vieil arbre est mortUn arbre est mort in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
mais son ombre est encore là
sereine ~ protectrice
TSBtP: Chapter 26TSBtP: Chapter 26 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning started off roughly and only got worse for the Flynn-Fletcher household. Candace didn't feel like eating breakfast with her remaining family. Instead, she passed the kitchen and went straight for the door, ignoring her brother and stepbrother. She closed the door behind her, looked up at the sky, and came to a decision. She began heading for the extreme paintball arena for target practice, not that she needed any, but it helped calm her down.
After the fiasco over breakfast ended up in pancake batter all over and uncooked pancakes everywhere, and Phineas and Ferb were finished cleaning up the mess, they took to the backyard, each pursuing their own specials interests. Phineas was sketching some very complicated blueprints. Ferb, meanwhile, was working on a new melody on his classical guitar. Ferb didn't want to talk to his stepbrother because of the latter's behavior over the past week.
"So..." Phineas said in an attempt to make small talk. The constant strumming of th
TSBtP: Chapter 1Shortly after Doofenshmirtz was arrested and thrown in prison for his crimes against humanity, the citizens of his Doofania Tri-State Area rose up as one against the remaining Normbots that weren't wired to the self-destruct button that was activated.TSBtP: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Firestorm Girls were having a field day attacking the remaining Normbots wherever they could be found. All across the Danville, you could see the debris from the destroyed Normbots as they retreated in panic.
At the Googolplex Mall, the two brilliant stepbrothers named Phineas and Ferb were ignoring all the chaos that the fall of Doofenshmirtz brought and were in an abandoned Macy's store which, ironically, was still fully stocked, trying to find a new signature outfit to wear now that they wouldn't have to wear their Resistance uniforms.
"Hey Phineas," Ferb said, knocking on the changing room door. "Aren't you done yet?"
Phineas grinned to himself. "Well, I was about to ask you the same question," the 11-year-old boy replied. "Hold o
Crossing Sides: Chapter 1Crossing Sides: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a typical day on the YFM bus. What was supposed to be a practice session turned into a full-blown argument between Benatar and Axel. DeeJay would usually step in and stop it, but things got a bit out of control this time.
"Puff said he'll let me sing in one song!" Axel hollered. "But noooo! You have to hog most of the lines!"
"You're just jealous that the fans like me more!" Benatar argued.
"At least I don't have to worry about my looks!" Axel defended.
They went on for hours. Eventually, they said things that are so inappropriate, I can't even censor them. So because of that, I'll just skip to the part that's VERY important to the plot.
"You think it's easy being me?" Benatar angrily asked. "I bet you wouldn't last a whole month in my shoes!"
"My life is just as hard as yours!" Axel responded. "You don't even know what it's like being me!"
And then other words were said before they stormed off in opposite directions. "Something tells me we won't be practicing for a while," Puff
Ricardio the Heart GuyRicardio the Heart Guy in Short Stories More Like This
When Finn arrived at school, he saw a new student. He looked just like Simon, but his hair was combed neatly and he was wearing a maroon button up shirt, black jeans, and dark red sneakers.
Finn didn't get what was going on, so he waited until lunch to talk to Simon about the new guy.
"So you saw a new student who looked just like me?" Simon asked, making sure he understood what Finn said.
"Yeah," Finn said. "Do you know him?"
"Depends," Simon said with a shrugged. "Did he have the same body type and facial features or was he wearing the same outfit?"
"The first one," Finn recalled.
That's when the new student approached the two and sat next to Simon. "Hello Simon," the boy said, speaking in a British accent. "How are you doing today? I didn't have the chance to see you after a long time because we are not in the same classes as I previously thought."
"That's the guy I saw," Finn told Simon.
"Oh, him?" Simon asked. "He's my siamese twin brother. His name's Ricardo. He came here after o
Crossing Sides: Chapter 2Crossing Sides: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Axel got up in alarm. "Wait, this can't be right," he said. Then he looked at his own body.
Benatar quickly ran over to the bathroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He yelped as he got out. "This can't be right!" he exclaimed. "I look like some prep school loser!"
"Okay, what's going on?" Puff asked, confused by Axel and Benatar's behavior.
"Aren't you familiar with the movie Freaky Friday?" DeeJay asked in response. "They must have swapped bodies overnight! Axel is Benatar and Benatar is Axel!" (A/N: Which is why the two will be called by their actual names from now on.)
"That's the most [censored] idea ever!" Puff said. "There's no such thing as magic!"
"Then why am I in a [censored] pretty boy's body?" Axel angrily asked.
"Sounds like something Axel would say," DeeJay told Puff. "And we all know Benatar doesn't swear."
"Okay, fine," Puff said. "So they swapped bodies. How are we going to fix it?"
"Well, I certainly hope it's fixed by tonight," Benatar said. "I can't let
Crossing Sides: Chapter 3Crossing Sides: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The morning rehearsals were disastrous. Axel might have been good on guitar, but he wasn't exactly good at singing due to using the wrong pitch on the wrong note. Benatar was terrible as the drummer despite having Axel's talent. He learned it was tougher than he thought the hard way. And thanks to those two, Puff decided to put their gigs on hold until the body-swapping issue was over.
That afternoon, Axel had to get ready for seeing Bethany at her house. The others knew from the music video recordings for Take Over the World that Benatar was the only one in the band who wasn't lousy when it comes to looking presentable. (A/N: For those of you who didn't notice in the music video, Axel did a poor job with putting on a tie properly, while Puff and DeeJay cheated with an elastic tie and a clip-on respectively.)
"This is ridiculous," Axel complained. "Why do I have to take a shower for hanging out with a girl?"
"We can't let anyone know about this swapping thing," Puff pointed out. "So un
Memories of Boom Boom MountainMemories of Boom Boom Mountain in Short Stories More Like This
Finn was on a roll with his comics! Everyone kept on asking him to write more issues, which he did. Some of his fans even wrote letters to him asking about future issues.
One day, he was going over his fan mail when one particular question caught his eye.
Who are Finn's parents?
Finn decided to answer that question in his next comic. He already decided the parents are based on his own parents, but what would they look like if he's the last human on Earth?
"Hey Finn," Becky said, entering her brother's room. "What's that your working on?"
"Comic versions of mom and dad," Finn answered.
"Why would you put them in your comic world?" Becky asked. "You're the last human."
"Because one person asked me about the parents," Finn explained, showing Becky the letter.
"Oh, that's easy," Becky said after reading the letter. "You made Jake act like a human, so maybe mom and dad could also be dogs."
"Dogs?" Finn asked.
"Yeah," Becky said. She took a sheet of paper and started drawing out her i
WizardWizard in Short Stories More Like This
The next issue was inspired by Harry Potter. Well, not exactly Harry Potter, but those books were how Finn learned about wizards. And he often wonder what it would be like to be a wizard.
This particular issue was about a frog sorcerer gave free wizard powers to random people, but with a cost. Completing the trials forced people to spend all of eternity protecting the school from a meteor.
But as Finn was sketching the final panels, Becky saw what happened to everyone after an explosion. "What is THAT?" she asked.
"You mean the beavers?" Finn asked in response. "It's censoring certain areas."
"Finn, don't you remember that your comics are part of the school newspaper?" Becky recalled. "How would BEAVERS be school-appropriate?"
Finn quickly realized what Becky was talking about. "Yeah, you might be right about that," he said, replacing the beavers with blocks of wood. "Better?"
"MUCH better," Becky replied, nodding in approval. "Just keep that in mind when you write more comics."
GirlsSome girls are friskyGirls in Free Verse More Like This
some are rude
others are evil
some are pure sweetness
If only I could find myself a girl...
BeckyBecky in Free Verse More Like This
to my Neptune
to my Psyche...
to my popcorn...
I don't know what I'd do without her
and if anyone criticizes me,
or says "it's not natural" for us
to be together...
Fuck them. They don't matter.
Good night, my love.
Oh, and P.S.: Follow your heart on this--it will show you the way.
Dark n' StormyDark n' Stormy in Free Verse More Like This
I would love
a cocktail or
my hive Queen...
Even though we may be miles apart...
...we'll still be together...
pregnancypregnancy in Free Verse More Like This
of her voluptuous
...sweet bulging pregnant bellies...
...so round and...
HalloweenHalloween in Free Verse More Like This
The best time of the year
next to Christmas.
Boil the carolers! Boil the carolers!
Tiny Dancer"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandTiny Dancer in Free Verse More Like This
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand..."~Elton John
"Why?" she argued inside her head, the voice softly intoning in her fragile mind. "You weren't good enough. You're never good enough." "It's not fair...she...she said..." "SHE LIED, OKAY?! SHE LIED TO YOU, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!!! Get that through your thick head, you'll never find real love. People will always use saps like you." "I'm not a sap...leave me alone..." "Interested in you...interested in you?! WHO WOULD EVER BE INTERESTED IN A DRIBBLING SHIT LIKE YOU?! WHAT PERSON, GIRL OR BOY, WOULD EVER CARE ABOUT YOU?! The boy just wanted a portrait...the girl wanted a bed..." "No...they loved me..." She then grabbed the pendant and her ring, slashing them both against the window glass. Shatters everywhere. "They both hated you...they never wanted you...NO ONE
Por que.. (Parte 1)Viernes por la tarde, casi acabando horario de clases. Adam junto a su hermana Angie veían un aburrido documental sobre la Segunda Guerra Mundial, ambos sentían mucha hambre pero no de comida sino sangre. Saben muy bien que deben ocultarse pero con el estomago vacío ya no son los mismos y su transformación es automática. En la ciudad ya ha habido reportajes sobre asesinatos y gente con marcas en el cuello, su tío Benson desde un comienzo les aviso que seria muy peligroso, sin embargo, no son ellos los que atacan a las personas ya que beben sangre de animales silvestres, una sola gota de sangre humana alteraría por completo su sistema y haría que cometan acciones que luego se arrepentirían toda su vida; la llegada de un mensaje en su celular hizo que dejara de lado sus pensamientosPor que.. (Parte 1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Adam: - “¡Tengo mucha hambre!” –viró los ojos hacia su hermana que estaba a junto a él y negó con la
Recuperando el pasado. Parte 2- Tío Skips.! - gritaron con asombro y alivio –Recuperando el pasado. Parte 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Vengan con... - no pudiendo terminar la palabra ya que se escuchaba que alguien intentaba abrir la puerta...
- Rápido.! Escóndanse detrás de esos arbustos – fingiendo que acababa de llegar
Haciéndole caso corrieron hacia los arbustos que estaban frente a la casa y se escondieron. Sin hacer ruido hicieron pequeñas aberturas para poder observar mejor lo que ocurría, de la casa salía su padre junto a ellos cuando eran pequeños antes de que lo malo ocurriera; los pequeños Adam y Angie de 6 años corrían gritando y exclamando
- Genial.! Iremos a la “Zona muy muy divertida.!” – chocando los cinco con su hermano, notando la presencia de su tío- Skips.!!
- Hola pequeños... –sonriéndoles francamente- así que saldrán de paseo.?
- Sii –saltando completamente animados-
- Mamá no ven
Recuperando el pasado. Parte 5- Los encontraré.! – riendo maliciosamente dándole de comer al pequeño John - teniente StevensonRecuperando el pasado. Parte 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- dando un paso al frente – Si señora.?
- Ve a buscarlos, aquí tiene una máquina del tiempo
- Como usted ordene
- Ahh.. y teniente, tome – entregándole una fotografía – tráigame esos dos niños
- Afirmativo señora – tomando sus pertenencias y presionando el botón
En la mañana, como era domingo los chicos dormían pero la impaciencia de Musculoso y Fantasmano no lograron que volvieran a conciliar el sueño y tuvieron que despertar
- Donde se metieron estas abuelas.?
- Tal vez están durmiendo
- Como sea, debemos darle la buena noticia – subiendo las escaleras y dirigiéndose a la habitación – sabes quién más tiene que dar una buena noticia.? MI MAMI.! – riendo de su nada graciosa broma y chocando los cinco c
Recuperando el pasado. Parte 6- Como se llama esa niña.?Recuperando el pasado. Parte 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- la pequeña arrendajo lamió su mano y grito – Agatha.!
- Qué asco, eres una… -levantando el puño para golpearla pero…
- Agatha… –interrumpió el mapache mayor cayendo de rodillas al suelo asustado y con los ojos vidriosos-
*Inicio de Flashback*
Agatha y Adam de 12 años se encontraban en la casa del árbol de la pequeña observando en silencio la ciudad, muchas veces intercambiaban sonrisas acompañados con un leve sonrojamiento. Ambos estaban enamorados, eso era seguro. El mapache junto todo el valor que pudo y tomó su mano, ésta aceptó entrelazando sus dedos y sonrió
- T-tengo un regalo para da-darte –dijo muy nervioso, entregándole el collar que llevaba puesto con la piedra lapislázuli brillando- e-espero te guste
- Me encanta.! Gracias Adam –dándole un abrazo y mirándolo fijamente a los ojos
Recuperando el pasado. Parte 7Esas palabras, esas malditas 6 palabras lo destruyeron tanto por dentro como por fuera ya que comenzó a llorar inconscientemente de nuevo arrodillado delante de ellaRecuperando el pasado. Parte 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- No puede ser Agatha, NO.! –cubriéndose la cara- no puedes hacerme esto, YO TE AMO.!
- Yo solo sigo órdenes, ni siquiera te conozco. Y deja de llorar que pareces un bebé
- Oye no le hables así a mi hijo, niña estú.. –siendo jalado por Mordecai, no dejando que termine la oración-.
- Que pasa Mordecai.? No ves que estaba haciendo algo importante.?!
- Callate y escuchame. Tengo un plan, tenemos que integrarla de nuevo en la sociedad
- Awh.! Esta bien. Hagámoslo.!
- Que me ibas a decir mapache insolente.?! –mirándolo de reojo-
- Comportate si es que quieres vivir aquí.!
- QUE.?! –intentando desatarse-
- Así es.! Ahora tu eres la que está secuestrada aquí y vas a seguir nuestras reglas.!
- los miró e