ShinobiA lone blade decides the fate of a nation... (1剣は国の運命を決定する)Shinobi in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That is the principle that we have always lived by. I do not pretend to understand the greater workings of the world, for that is not my intended purpose. I was born and forged as a blade. One that will never see the light of day.
Tonight I was called from across a distant land, to travel to a forgotten castle. Here, away from all things mundane, sits a lord who views himself as a mortal god. He does not speak to his people; he does not show his face. Instead he allows his chosen 'angels' to rule the nation in his stead.
This has led to severe unrest in some provinces and for the sake of maintaining the greater peace, the shadow of fire (火災影) has decided that we will strike him down. If one man's blood can save the lives of many, then he should be glad to have it spille
I Can Only Sell MyselfI am but a pen,I Can Only Sell Myself in Free Verse More Like This
Not even a sword.
I have naught but words,
No skill may I afford.
Truly it is sad,
That it has come to this.
But if you are in need of writing,
Then let my words bring you bliss.
So tell me, what would you have me write tonight?
UndyingUndying:Undying in Free Verse More Like This
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
The Pirate CharterThe Pirate Charter:The Pirate Charter in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This charter has been set-up for the purpose of outlining the rules, core values and purpose of the Black Fedora Pirates crew, as well as setting up its system of governance. It has been officially updated as of the 18th of January 2013 and has been divided into sections represented by the Roman numeral in the section heading.
i. Joining up with the Pirates
While it might seem strange that Pirates should have rules, it is discipline that leads to true freedom. Many of you have all read of my darker past; and certainly those that know something of it might agree that things have to change. I believe that as Captain Chenbeard, I would like to change that. Buried is the past and yawning ahead is the future. For that reason, I will be altering the means by which we sign up as pirates.
I have no doubts that I've made many new friends in my time here and gained many new fans. However, I can only sail with my closest of nakama (companions) to prevent the past
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.
Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...
- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
Painted SkinPainted Skin:Painted Skin in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles at you, as you enter the office;
Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain.
His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately
And you quickly suppress a cough.
"Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved."
His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance;
Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews.
His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on
And you're really getting quite tired.
"Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!"
You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room.
The expectation is to see it bedecked with acolades;
Yet bare walls, cold and empty, are all that greets you.
"Are you listening to me, I'm telling you why this isn't good enough. LISTEN TO ME!"
You take a look at the cup of coffee you were offered,
Cheap and lukewarm; you narrow your eyes.
"Is there a problem? I'm being honest, this is for YOUR OWN GOOD!"
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
HopeHope:Hope in Free Verse More Like This
She waits for him
at the gates that stood when even the world crumbled
knowing that her own name will soon be forgotten
Where once she carried the weight of the world
now her strength is but the tiniest whisper
A single spark, left to crackle amongst the shades
until all is lost in the endless folds of time
It's getting colder
though she still continues to stand by the gates
She is getting older
and thus her memories must fade...
Angels gather to watch her in these final moments
and they bow their heads as a sign of respect
For even now, as the life leaves her body
Still she continues to wait...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th July 2012
Shall I Bring You Despair?And so it has come to this.Shall I Bring You Despair? in Free Verse More Like This
The great hero stands poised,
Sword pointed at the demon king.
It is the stuff of legends is it not?
Yet, my objective is already complete.
For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales.
Think about it, if indeed you can:
Today you'll kill me,
And raise my head before a baying crowd.
You'll show your acquisition proudly
And the people will welcome you.
In the first weeks,
There will be feasts and festivals.
Dancing and debauchery.
All to celebrate the hero's victory.
Then you'll become a king,
And eventually an emperor.
You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality.
A god amongst kings!
Yet something disturbs you...
Day by day you see the politics of the nobility.
You see them vying fo
Practice Poem - Poor Little TimmyPractice Poem - Poor Little Timmy:Practice Poem - Poor Little Timmy in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
For I'm a graveyard lurker.my veins are blueFor I'm a graveyard lurker. in Free Verse More Like This
with restless wanting;
your ghost fingers
at this untamed
stop loving me
like that, darling,
kissing the stars
from my throat.
if i can’t have the sky,
i will howl my laughter
to the earth,
planting a home
in the dirt
beneath my claws.
Please,don’t make mePlease, in Free Verse More Like This
fall in love with you,
I don’t want to remember you,
those Sunday morning
or the way your
lost boy eyes always,
always found a way
to find mine.
There are only so many times
I can allow you to slice
through my scar tissue
before I finally
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.Show me what the stars look like tonight. in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
HeroineSometimes,Heroine in Free Verse More Like This
she tries to fall into the night,
tipping her strawberry heart
like a tea bag into hot waters-
always scolding herself
kissing ocean beds.
Her hips, tides rolling
towards the antagonists
of myths & legends.
with a thousand leagues
of sea behind her eyes,
she will always save herself.
GravityGravity,Gravity in Free Verse More Like This
Autumn wanted to learn
So, the galaxy of dead trees
coiling in your lungs
devoured her spine.
a lifeline wrapped around
her neck like a noose;
an orange and red
& you said "God bless your
heart." like some divine
higher power could forgive
her for loving you.
TroyYou have too much time on your hands, Love,Troy in Free Verse More Like This
folding paper cranes with broken fingers,
wishing to see northern lights in the eyes of strangers.
There are no lions between your bed sheets
who understand your hunger better than I-
You are licking my wounds; one with the wild.
I swear it's you behind these eyelids- untamed
and desired by this lonely poetic canvas
stained with blood, ink, and words I can't fucking say.
You look like a Goddess standing there reading my skin
quiet and shameless, proud of the gaping hole in my chest.
I know it then, like I know my own counterclockwise heart;
I should never trust my own kind.
"I'll build you up, my Troy, just to tear you down again."
And I whispered please, please, please...
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
You.You told me onceYou. in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
Chastity beltYou never put a chastity belt on a sex addict. Never. It always ends up poorly. Not to mention if that sex addict is a basically all powerful being whose sexual need is driven up once every thousand to million years.Chastity belt in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Drakonius should have chosen different people to sleep with. He should have known that when they became pregnant that something was not completely right. He already had a heir, Keiranos. With two other children, what was he going to do? He did take them, though. They were basically demi-gods in their own rights and he didn't know what would happen if they kept the children - hell, these were the first kids he had had ever.
Drakonius could get no work done. The damn belt was a constant reminder of what he couldn't have anymore. Alexis wouldn't take the thing off, either. Some sort of spell he had yet to figure out - something about going to her Creator. And all attempts to reach Drakonius's own Creator had failed. Sitting at the desk, his leg shook up and down co
Law of plot WIP LAW OF PLOTLaw of plot WIP in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
0) Anything and Everything is possible
1) Characters will always be pushed together. Always.
2) Even if the character does not want to go somewhere, he/she/it will be forced to. Even if there is another solution somewhere else.
3) Prisoners always carry lock-picking devices on their person, yet they are never searched by the captors.
4) Explosions are good.
5) Hair does not follow the rule of gravity.
6) There is always an enemy.
7) Side quests are abundant.
8) At least one person has a dark past.
9) The hero is not dead until the body is found. And even if the body is found, there is still a chance that the hero is alive.
10) The big bad guy always has some kind of ulterior motive or hidden plans.
11) Fate doesn't like to be defied, but through a bit of work, and a bit of luck, it can be thwarted, or at least skewed, from it's original intentions
12) There is always a price to pay
13) No matter how improbable, you will run into companions/enemies
14a) If a charact
Why does Daddy hate me?He always treated her differently, always looked at her differently, always talked to her differently. Their was an air of disgust from him whenever they were in the same room; a slight upwards tilt of his nose that had the poor girl's shoulders drooping. He turned his back on her time and time again. He turned to play with the others, to hold them and hug them, to laugh with them and smile with them. She tried it once. She was all alone and he walked through the door after a long night at work. She had some blood for him, even. The door creaked open, echoing infinitely throughout the quiet house. Then her pattering feet followed quickly, with a squeal of delight, "Daddy!" But he stepped out of the way and, her eyes closed in hopeless happiness, she did not realize she had stumbled outside until she tripped off the stairs. There was a click. And then another click. Because everyone was already sleeping, the child stayed on the porch that night.Why does Daddy hate me? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Another Ridley/Iru AU lmaoThe rocking of the ship only disrupted his elegant stride once or twice. Not that anyone commented on it or said anything about it. They all knew better than to scoff at a Councilor. Ridley slowly followed his guide down to the ship's brig. The man prattled on about the rising popularity of slaves, especially from this strange race called Namuh. He went on and on about their complacency, their fear, their weakness - how they were evolutionarily weaker than vampires, making them perfect for hard labor. The only good thing about his voice was that it drowned out the moans and fevered cries of the slaves.Another Ridley/Iru AU lmao in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Councilor Ridley Grey was thankful for the dim light of the ship. While others would struggle to make out the uneven boards in the ground, the cracks in the walls, and the crude holding cells, it was all clear as day for Ridley. One of the few times his sensitive eyes were useful to him. Most of the time, he was rendered blind and the sun was a mortal enemy. He glanced into a cell and sa
Iru's journal entryThe following has been translated from the Namuh text into common.Iru's journal entry in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since living in the desert, date and time usually have little meaning to me. As such, days and weeks usually meld in with each other, the rising and falling of sun and moon even melting into one myriad dance of light and darkness, heat and cold. A crude timetable, but for one such as myself, it had worked just fine. Rise with the sun, with the heat. Survive in the harsh climate, eat whatever poor creature or plant may come along. And burrow under the sand with the moon, when the heat flees with the sun and the only vestige is hidden in the coarse grains of the sand.
I do not know how long it has been since coming under the ambiguous care of a certain Ridley Gray. It has surely been a while, for my injuries from the first night have almost healed completely. They may have healed, but the scars remain as nightmares and throbbing. I have not forgotten the cruelty that this man possesses, nor the resources he has. Ridley
A collection of stories"I don't understand you," Varen said as he held his twin. Chiro's sobs had faded away, leaving only his heavy breathing and Varen's deep voice. He was curled up in his twin's lap, head resting on Varen's chest. Unlike his twin, Chiro was skinny and frail while Varen was the catch of every lady. Tall, caramel skinned, with broad shoulders and a deep, smooth voice. Even his blue hair was treasured because it was so natural. Other than the traits from his mother, Iru, he had no genetic defects like Chiro did.A collection of stories in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why are you like this?" Varen asked. He was never one to beat around the bush, Chiro knew. "Why don't you eat? Gareth is probably stronger than you now."
After a long silence, Chiro caved and mumbled hoarsely, "It hurts..."
"What hurts?" Varen asked.
Chiro let out a half-stifled sob and desperately clung to his brother, burying his face in his shoulder. "Everything!" He cried. "It hurts to get up in the morning! It hurts to walk! It hurts to eat! It - It hurts to breathe!
IllusionA growl rose up through Midnight's chest as he turn around to look at Aru. The man was going upstairs to put his little girl away, as well as another child; neither of them being his concern. No, his problem had just become the man himself.Illusion in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Did the fool think he was playing, that he was toying with him? Or did he really think himself safe. Perhaps he just didn't understand whom he was speaking too; that could be easily rectified.
Midnight would need to wait until Aru came back but once he did, well
"Let the fun begin "
Alice wouldn't worry about the four of them. She knew they were out adventuring and having a good time. Taking an extra night in this inn would be nothing big. Up in their room, Aru chased his children around and around, wearing out their ever-so-present energy. He tickled Marrissa, threw Takari up and down in the air and tackled Erika playfully, blowing raspberries on her belly. Finally, when they were all out of breath, Aru helped them change, wash their fac
Feral ReincarnationHe was, of course, slacking off. Even though, in the past, he had always taken care of his chores, today felt different. It felt strange performing the tasks which came so naturally before. Maybe his birthday was the reason he was slacking off He was turning eighteen tomorrow. Despite everyone else patting him on the back and telling him he could fuck some girl without getting into trouble, it felt more than that to the young man. It felt more like a milestone than he would let the others know.Feral Reincarnation in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey! Nate!" Scrambling off the trashcan, Nate hurried to make it look like he was at least doing something. He filled his hands with boxes and pretended to be carrying when his friend, Cody, came into view. Like him, Cody was still a novice Blade. It didn't mean shit to Nate, however. Despite their being on the lowest rung of the ladder, they were still pretty competent fighters.
His grinning friend came into view, and Nate couldn't help but return it, even th
Feral Reincarnation - p2Nate stalked the streets, pulling his new jacket close to him. He was just leaving King territory for his own home, having taken a walk after the fight with the Feral boy.. The jacket, of course, had been stolen. He had recognized a King who had a very nice leather trench coat. And Nate wanted it. He thought of it as a birthday present to himself. It was a very nice present, and he was glad he thought of it.Feral Reincarnation - p2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Turning a corner, he let out a sigh at the familiar sight of home territory. Now, he would head home and- DONG
Nate looked over his shoulder, far off into the distance. DONG. A clock tower struck. DONG. Was it really that late already? DONG. Wait that meant
"My birthday " Nate mumbled to himself. A strange urge coming over him, the boy hopped onto the hood of a car, and sat through the ringing. "Ten Eleven Twelve " He grinned. "Happy birthday, me."
And that was when everything changed.
The world shook and rumbled suddenly, rocking violently back an
Feral Reincarnation - p7Kaleb scratched the puppy's belly, and laughed at its expression. A big Doberman, the lolling tongue and half closed eyes made the young Feral giddy. They had gotten in a new shipment of dogs to train and breed earlier that day. He had missed seeing them in, but he definitely wouldn't miss "breaking them in" for the trainers.Feral Reincarnation - p7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Despite his glee at seeing the puppies, Kaleb had not forgotten about Nate. It was a little itch in the back of his mind, always making itself present when he wasn't patting the dogs or laughing at them. "Don't forget about Nate," it said. "Don't forget what he said about the apples and Aru." After some time of playing, wrestling and biting, when he and the pups were all worn out, the door to the warehouse creaked open, and the light spilled out into the darkness, illuminating the face of Tyson Jr., one of the trainers. Slouched over, he leaned against the door frame, hands in his hood pockets.
"Fancy seeing you here, K
Flaking Photographs We see the greatnessFlaking Photographs in Free Verse More Like This
of faces belittled
in little boxes
HomeAll the autumn orphansHome in Free Verse More Like This
Under her beret;
blanketing themselves with charcoal
against the inexorable beast.
She herded them with the look
that tamed that wolf;
and blushing and rushing
underneath her feet
they were frolicking with her steps.
Then hiding in her coat,
under a velvet sky,
her pockets became homes
to all those scented and painted cries
that fell with the rain.
It was time for their lullaby
when her smile spread the purpure
over the copper trees;
so that we cradle the fallen in our hands,
while reaping the harvest to eat.
West of the SunWhen our worded trainWest of the Sun in Free Verse More Like This
was about to derail,
I saw 'una donna bella'
with hair as the olives
from the groves
where we trailed,
and stole kisses.
She was a more enticing read
than the one absent,
as the sweet red in her lips
was what the wine vapors
were searching for
just to make sense
Splitting from her locks,
like the grass we were picking,
were her bladed words;
in seamless strands,
and cutting south
like flocks of birds.
28th of DecemberDozen times28th of December in Free Verse More Like This
the moon has emptied me
before I saw you again,
I drifted towards your well
exactly a sun after I
quenched my thirst;
where in this sea of mist
my letters anchored me to you;
sweeping me from the blue,
a whole's piece of soul,
a shipwreck cursed,
Then I see you,
As I drown in the streams
my watermill remembers.
A year and still
I am falling asleep
sipping from your well,
but waking up thirsty and ill;
As I fish for the key
to open the mist, I glimpse
your two hollow casks
fleeing, yet chill.
My Painting of YouI painted you today.My Painting of You in Free Verse More Like This
Rolled up the paper,
and carried you in hand.
Gave you to a girl,
with your eyes,
and chestnuts in her hair,
Made her smile,
seeing butterflies in a field,
but she gave you back,
when she saw
they are going in the sunset.
I put you on
my dreaming wall,
to be my last glimpse,
of my world
before I remember
you're only a painting.
TapestriesLightning spears pierce the gazes;Tapestries in Free Verse More Like This
thundering roars deafen the voices;
raining drops forget the traces.
Even North is South,
and East is West.
Where is the Night's Shepherd?
Where is he guiding his shimmering flock?
How about his Venus;
where is she sliding on her golden locks?
On the crossroads of the World,
the God's Tree as a needle
penetrates the cloudy cushion.
And on these sacred crossroads
two flames were blown away
by Heaven's wind.
I take up the withered torch
and I see...
between the leaves of knowledge.
I want to climb their branches;
reach the peak, and behold
the four distant brothers.
I want to shout:
Don't you weep!
She's the whitest in your flock.
Donning her topaz crown;
drawn by the radiant ropes.
Make her common!"
A Bumblebee Among The PoemsA pale hand's reachA Bumblebee Among The Poems in Free Verse More Like This
for long forgotten poets
dust soaked wings
on a stripped jacket.
Snown by ashen rays,
they soar towards
Even my lantern
does not uncloud
the ash they long for.
They are looking
for their flower.
Not the sun.
DreamscapesCinnamon swirls stretch you a smile,Dreamscapes in Free Verse More Like This
while sitting legs underneath
on a wool rug, swayed by the music
of the waves beating
on our glass box.
The first sun-ray of the morning
sprays light between
words of old full of warmth,
hatching the wordlings on our lips.
As you take a sip of your
flavoured apple tea,
I drink the bitter black one
sweetened with milk
and a little bit of honey;
just like your tales of
south of the border,
west of the sun,
and my futile attempts
to leash that bitch of a muse.
All is well until
a desolate reason makes
the ocean break us;
and before words drift apart,
you pull them out of the flood,
and rebreath them:
"In a dream within a dream,
where people's faces are pale,
tired and beautiful because of it;
ours are different and alike.
They glow on sunlight
and read a craving for home.
My high heels and your all-stars;
Moving through different streets;
Stepping on different stones,
but alight with the same fire.
Mandatory stops along the way
seem infinite and hard t
The Flowers' Lament I dreamThe Flowers' Lament in Free Verse More Like This
of a field
and a waveless mirror
in its midst.
Of a visage
of my resemblance
wondering with my eyes.
Of the unending void
of this universe
seeded with holes;
of the cold petals
of countless stars,
and the gravity of souls.
of their seeds of black
and their blood
birthing fruit -
with coagulated wings
and the river
of spilt darkness
upon my sight.
of a pavillon
of purple papillons;
of their embrace
CrossroadsDrove head on without care.Crossroads in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why did I lost it and
Crashed the wall of despair?
My broken soul laid there.
What was left anyway.
Near death, gasping for air.
The pain came with a glare.
Closed my eyes and let the
dream to get me ensnared.
I caught a sound I swear.
whispering echo of
A voice below the stairs.
Entered with a prayer
The darkness of the void.
Shivering, walking bare
The black emptiness where
A white silhoette spoke:
Be prepared and beware!
The well hides in a lair.
To sip the happiness
You must be brave not scared.
Asked myself: do I dare?
Take the journey and find
the joy spring and bathe there...
bp...The Attack Rats there were rats everywhere.bp...The Attack in General Fiction More Like This
They came out from under the doors, through the windows on the ground floor. They swarmed everywhere and they all headed towards me.
I screamed, and started to wildly kick away the rats as best as I could. Some bit and clawed at me but I kept fighting back. I saw Juliana trying to fend off the rats with a large metal pipe. I have no idea where she got it but she was using it pretty well we both tried our best at keeping the rats away, I thought I heard someone calling my name, but I was too busy trying to take care of the rats.
And then t
Writers Craft Word BlurbsIWriters Craft Word Blurbs in Free Verse More Like This
It is smooth and almost
Unyielding. It makes one think
Of toys, the new kind, grinning
Their Barbie smiles more made
To crash and zoom about in a
Like my soda, I watch
The bubbles rise from my
Drink, when I take a sip
The fizz rolls around my
Tongue and rumbles down
My throat. I smile at
The strange sensation
I can believe that it's
Not butter, once thought of as
The poor. The biggest stamp to the
World announcing your poverty.
Now, I can not imagine using
Anything else. Butter is too rich
It makes me feel sick.
Sputter and stutter is what I do
Be it through nervousness or
Excitement. I will try to speak
But the words roll out before I have time to properly say them,
Larvas are babies
People tend to forget that
Their mothers are the insects.
People like to squish them too
They wriggle around, helpless
Looking for food
Flaccid is a word I barely know
I suppose it means something
Like thin, breakable, or perhaps
Able to be used a lot.
bp Epilogue...A Price I wiggled my fingers absentmindedly. It was the strangest feeling since the hand was hanging on the tiniest of hinges from the rest of my arm. I picked up a screwdriver with my other perfectly fine hand, and as I laid broken and aching on the cold floor I slowly started to screw my hand back into place.bp Epilogue...A Price in General Fiction More Like This
I gave Chitty quite a shock when she saw what I really was I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her skull from the mere surprise.
But what was she suspecting?? Did she really think that after over six hundred years of being dead that I would keep my flesh and bones? Did she really think that I would allow the body I moved in to be covered in rot and falling from weakening human bones??? What a horrible place for a soul to lie so I made myself a new body.
And I like it m
The Faded Man ReturnsHe returned to his home, pounding entryThe Faded Man Returns in Free Verse More Like This
long were the years he was gone,
now he is back, tired and longing
He returns to a crumbling doorframe,
no one home
All is gone but him
and the faithful lonesome sky.
Passed hollow rooms he slips,
dust seeps down his collar
and through his hair like a lovers desperate fingers,
a bygone lovers whisper brings nothing but soot
"I missed you"
he speaks and kisses nothing
Abyss surrounds him, loves him,
he and the dust float to the next hall
the next room a still memorial
the chair is waiting
His chair is waiting
it creaks with pleasure, at his
returning sagging form.
Dust dances in the sun shafts,
there, then not there at all
A ballet of broken glass,
and symphony of silence
are his welcoming party
"Did you miss me?"
Clouds settle, clouds die,
no sensation brings forth
so much cool forgettings as this.
The sun remembers to set
and he is alone once more, still, always.
"But there are always the stars."
Hands clap with dust
Please don't pull the Trigger I believe I was seven years old when it happened. Perhaps a bit younger. It was a perfect winter day in my neighborhood. What month, what time, I do not remember. I only remember the bright sunlight being reflected off the thick snow, and my mother helping me get into my winter clothes.Please don't pull the Trigger in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"I'll be in the shower alright?" My mother told me as she pulled my hat snugly over my ears. "You have fun out there okay?" she told me with a smile. I nodded and smiled back and then I raced outside to play in my backyard.
My backyard, a place where until that day I thought was safe. It didn't have a fence like the neighbors on either side of us. I felt protected between the fences that lined up, and the bulk of the garage. The back lane however, was unblocked, and was open for any child to run onto and look down to see
Strange Circumstances chpt 2Strange Circumstances chpt 2 in General Fiction More Like This
The elder part of the family all looked fearfully towards the door. While Kayla simply put down the offending letter, and while her brother eagerly looked at its simple contents she went over and opened the door. Standing on their front doorstep was the oddest man Kayla had ever seen in her life.
The man seemed at first like a normal if not very well dressed man. He was wearing a suit of the darkest blue, with the crest that was formed on the seal of the envelope was embroidered in silver on one of his breast pockets. He wore a thin top hat the same dark blue colour. Despite his neat attire, his face was quite hideous, mainly because the left s
bp...I have won No sound came out of the pipebp...I have won in General Fiction More Like This
Not a single note not even a squeak. All it sounded like was air. The Pied Piper frowned, and stared at the pipe; he tried a different note, but got the same result which was no result at all. I could have laughed, I wanted to laugh hysterically, but instead the hysteria turned into more screams.
Youre plan, WONT WORK!!! I will remember EVERYTHING! I WANT TO REMEMBER! I WANT THIS ALL TO END RIGHT NOW!!! I screamed at him before my voice cracked. The Piper stared at me, then the pipe, then back at me again.
bp...His Thoughts I just stared at him. He stared back at me, then quietly placed the pipe he was working on into a pocket, then looked at me again. I suddenly felt very scared, alone, confused, and hurt and not knowing what else to do, I burst into sobs. The Piper looked at me with complete indifference, then he seemed to sigh.bp...His Thoughts in General Fiction More Like This
What are you crying about?? I havent even done anything to you yet! He said, this only made me feel more hysteric.
YET!? You said yet! Which means that you DO plan to do something to me! Just like your stupid sicko friends!!! I spat out at him. I continued to sob and the Pied Piper just stared at me some more, he didnt even blink. Then he sighed and stood up, and grabbing the back of his chair slid it slowly closer to me, then sat back down again. This for some reason made me stop crying. He was so close to me, our knees almost touching, it made me feel very uncomfortable. His hollow e
bp...Remember Remember You know how an old family film can be filled with glitches? You try to watch it, but its fuzzy, the images get jumbled together, you try to watch it and try to make sense of it all sometimes it works other times its impossible.bp...Remember Remember in General Fiction More Like This
Thats what my mind had felt for the past day or so, I would get glimpses of memories that I couldnt understand, but when I blacked out as the house was being attacked by rats it all seemed to come back to me all in once
I was walking down a dark hall full of doors. I realized that it was where I kept my ideas and imagination. I was walking with two people I knew a girl with a big brown hat and a happy grin, a ghost with a pumpkin head. We were walking, and talking about something I cant quite remember, and I dont think it matters we were laughing, we seemed safe so so safe.
bp....How Dare He The rats crawled up onto my shoulder and whispered their secrets into my ear. I smiled and stood up.bp....How Dare He in General Fiction More Like This
Well boys, it seems that weve found her!
Its about time!! Growled the Crescent Man, untangling himself from his chair and rising from it. Sebastian rose silently, and placed his dagger back into his jacket pocket. He and I started to head towards the doors, but the crooked demi-god stayed where he was.
Wait a minute boys! We wont be making the raid! me and Sebastian looked up at the Crescent Man, Sebastian was obviously not amused at the idea that he wouldnt be causing pain and misery, I on the other hand was merely confused.
Then who do you expect to go and get her? I asked coldly, my tall companion smiled with a gaping crooked mouth.
Why Poets DrinkChrist,Why Poets Drink in Free Verse More Like This
there is a reason poets drink.
Abstention feels bad -
infertile and stuffed, swollen.
It does not sell books
or win those brass
angels on ribbons.
Tonight my lover is bourbon,
distilled in some soul
south of Carolina.
It plays tricks with colors
and the sounds on my tongue.
It grows words where
none have loitered for weeks
and handfasts me to
the rest of the world.
It is ransom -
a jest of seasons
and my bone idle brain
SirensThey run when they hear sirens -Sirens in Free Verse More Like This
it's all they know.
They hide under bridges
and fire escapes,
like their fathers
and their fathers' fathers.
They know the sight
and sound of thick
black boots in hallways
and the anger of an engine
unwinding in the streets.
They remember how unfriendly
four a.m. can be,
hunching behind fences
that wait with open jaws.
And they remember
how sour fear actually tastes
when it lingers
in the back
of the throat.
The DeserterI've wandered far too long tonight.The Deserter in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm left adrift, the coward's flight -
an outcast from society.
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
Stripped of my honor and my name;
accused by all, I bear the blame.
This blasted heath from which I flee -
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
The greatest prize for which I strived,
my fellow soldiers gave their lives.
Three white feathers given to me -
I close my eyes and dream of thee.
Branded guilty, without bail,
handcuffed in irons, cast in gaol-
no longer shall I wander free.
I close my eyes and dream of thee
And after sundown, cut me loose,
an offering to the hangman's noose.
If there's a God, he'll hear my plea -
I close my eyes and dream of thee
MoonlessThe moonless eveningMoonless in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
turns its back against the sky
and leaves it empty.
Perhaps the morning
will come back with its hands full,
holding up the sun.
Old MenHe watched the old men gather in the yards,Old Men in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
reflecting on their misbegotten youth
as they hunched over checkers and their cards;
and pondered how aesthetics and the truth
were once pursuits left only to the gods
turned out for trade and trickery in sooth.
That knowledge culled and ransomed in their prime
would only serve their memories with time.
Girl as Buildingi fell in love with your architectureGirl as Building in Free Verse More Like This
the cross beams of your cartilage
how your tendons knotted over nerves
like girders, holding up your arms
and the supple curve of neck
a room unto itself
the doors and windows of you
and each brick a voice
that resonates my mortar
the simple stairs of your legs
leading me skyward
where shoulders meet like corridors
and I find myself
taking up residence.
BeadsAnd I will weaveBeads in Free Verse More Like This
and string glass beads across your skin.
I will pick them out - azure and turquoise
like the beach at noon
when the sand makes love to the waves.
I will decorate you in ivory and ivy
bands to kiss
your wrists and ankles and
I will teach your tongue wicked fortunes -
stories that only night can
follow and languages
man is too afraid to speak.
You will wear me
silk and water -
the warm rush of magic,
a noise that rumbles fiercely
and grows restless
in the dark.
The Tell Tale HeartI feel the rhythm of his heart,The Tell Tale Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
beneath the boards the beating starts;
as reason from my mind departs,
I fall apart, I fall apart.
The men who knocked upon my door,
not knowing what's beneath my floor
will want to settle up the score -
I do implore, I do implore
This guilt breaks conscience with my lie -
my wracking sobs and wretched sighs.
I never meant for him to die.
It was his eye, it was his eye!
EnigmaI am the saintEnigma in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are the sinner
I am the loser
You are the winner
I am the storm
You are the calm
I am the chafe
You are the balm
I wear your thoughts
You eat my soul
I'm all in pieces
You are my whole
I long for peace
You adore war
I am your virgin
You are my whore
I steal emotion
You live for reason
I am too loyal
You thrive on treason
I break your heart
You bleed my mind
You say I'm gentle
You're cruel to be kind
RosesRoses in Free Verse More Like This
They say the last rose
is low born -
a slow moving blossom
that bears a crooked stem.
Pluck it carefully,
to raise the dull dusk
of your dress;
flush it pale and perfect
along your thighs.
You move through the trees
like pelerines at the fair,
carrying it in your hand
the adieu of petals
already inscribed -
to score the thorns
or to leave it behind
for the one
who called you sweetheart.
Ashes Of TomorrowAshes Of Tomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
Ashes Of Tomorrow
I can destroy what I create
If I really, and truly wanted to
I can light these feelings ablaze
If I didn't want anymore support from you
I barely stop myself time and time again
I realize there's a sense of cruelty in all of us
It's just that feeling, everything might be in vain
When tempted at breaking down those barriers of trust
To jeopardize all of the triumphs
I want to be the one who is blamed
The fire will reach the sky, and become my guidance
I want to be swallowed by my own inner, selfish flames
I sit behind the scenes of my friendships
Alone, with a fake smile on my face
That old feeling of loneliness is tempting
Cold, but the embers will soon burn me away
Ashes paint the sky / I'm the phoenix at fault
My flames roar as I cry / As all hope finally falls
I need to get back at myself
Delivering a fiery vengeance
I know that I don't deserve anyone else
As all of the bridges simultaneously start burning
I wanted to erase what I made
And I tr
To Save Your LifeTo Save Your Life in Free Verse More Like This
To Save Your Life
Heroes are hard to come by
Especially in this day and age
Because of you- I am still alive
Hail, the vanquisher of pain
I fought as long as I could have
But I sank into the weakness below
And I felt my sorrow's wrath
The helplessness took over
My fists let go
Of the resistance
I fell from hope
The light faded in the distance
It was all a dream
A simple false belief
Hands dangled frantically / Tears dripped endlessly
I needed a hero to save me / I yearned to be set free
A hand reached out
I was finally found
I rose back to grace
And the darkness brightened
The savior I awaited
Lifted me up and triumphed
I prayed as much as I needed
Even when I was beyond drowning
I knew a kind soul would pay heed
Every mourning human deserves saving
A Wish For FreedomA Wish For Freedom in Free Verse More Like This
A Wish For Freedom
I, a child birthed in chains
Raised in a cage
But on this day- they will break
I was taught self-hatred
Learning that the differences were divided
Among the people who are considered “civilized “
Forcefully combining my fear and envy
As I was raised in the middle of this society
My power and pride were deprived of me
I was only an empty vessel
Believing that all promises were fabled
But once upon a calm- I witnessed hope's revival
Wings sprout from my tongue / Words from my soul are sung
A new voice's journey has begun / Let the era of silence be undone
Obtaining peace of mind / Experiencing freedom of heart
Allowing the colors to shine / The future will blind the scars
I had to fight the system; I had to stop the cycle
It was either my downfall or survival
So I reversed this downward spiral
Care not, for those w
A Light In The FogA Light In The Fog in Free Verse More Like This
A Light In The Fog
The long nights were dark and the short days seemed darker
The sun tries to rise but even the moon's glow is brighter
I'm just searching for something to give me a sense of hope
Even though I'm another typical fool who should just learn to let go
Eyes grow dim as time goes on
It's a sin to be this strong
I'm going through life and only seeing blurry faces
It's too harsh when all forms of trust are blind
I've walked this world and noticed nothing really changes
Every step seems futile and every dream is a sleeping lie
All souls cannot be shrouded
All hope cannot be abandoned
I needed a reason / To keep me breathing
So please pay heed to the pleas / I don't want the dim lights to leave
And then I caught a glance of you and instantly knew
That I gave up too easily, thinking you wouldn'
Aura: The RadianceAura: The Radiance in Free Verse More Like This
Aura: The Radiance
I wore this pain like a crown / I was so broken
I kept on falling down / I felt my soul shattering
I couldn't hear anything / listening to my own twisted thoughts
I was blinded from everything / witnessing my own tragic downfall
I stopped dreaming of better days / I ceased believing long ago
My countless nightmares wouldn't fade / I was left in this dark world alone
I guess this is how I really pictured my own end
I just want it to finally be over with, I won't resent death
To the end of this long, and lonely road
Dangling on my unfinished rope
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, and don't let me go!
Hold me high, hold me high, hold me high, and give me hope!
Revive the light
Inside the dark
Given a second life
Resurrecting my heart
Cascade of colors
Fade away the gray
Open up a new world
Where shame has no place
Standing up to society's face's
Takes every ounce of courage
Never damaged or discriminated against
Because we're all going throug
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
Becoming UnjudgedBecoming Unjudged in Free Verse More Like This
And engulfed society
It's hard to believe-
That some of us still have our humanity
And there are those who still cannot see
The damaged moralities-
That were bestowed from a corrupted creed
You don't know the heavy burden that each of us carries
As gray as gray can be
Told that the way I am is wrong
I was taught to fear the real me!
Learning to hate differentiality
Hearing whispers all around
I despised my own identity
Things need to change now!
Some of us don't even make it that far / It's not what you do- but who you are
None of us should ever live in the dark / There will always be a spark in our hearts
Heads held high
Let the true colors show
Revealed in the light
There's no reason to hide anymore!
Take control of life
Get rid of past remorse
Leave it all behind
Happiness is worth fighting for!
Conceals a lesson
One that's worth the cost
Each of us deserves a clear conscience-
The hope that we carr
A Moment Of LoveA Moment Of Love in Free Verse More Like This
A Moment Of Love
This is a perfect chance of weakness to finally tell you that this isn't just a crush
It's not all about lust; I've always wanted to confess to you that I care about you so much
I apologize for being hesitant all of the time; it's just very hard to say you're my one true love
I yearned to say it out loud, but the words couldn't escape my mouth, that's what my fear does
I tried to say it to you in every lucid dream, that's how strong these feelings are
And I found myself waking up to tears of joy, because a true sense of hope is in my heart
I want to win you over
And I will never give up
Because you make the dark brighter
And you're always there no matter what
Every time you smile at me, it makes my day
Every time you laugh with me, it completes my night
Every time you speak to me, my problems fade away
Every time you're with me, it betters this hopeless life
You've done a lot for me that you don't even know about
Like when you told me that I was never alone
Reaching For A MirrorReaching For A Mirror in Free Verse More Like This
Reaching For A Mirror
Listen, sooner or later you're going to have to look me in the eyes, it's unavoidable
It's going to be that time when you let your guard down, your reaction will be recognizable
I don't know if you're able to face me yet, but you need an intervention, because this is personal
You're not going to like what I have to say to you, I know you're going to resist, you're so predictable
What exactly do you know? You know NOTHING! Because left you a long time ago
We don't need to talk, you don't even really exist to me, you don't have power anymore
There's nothing you can say to me that might help, not even by a little, so just leave me alone
Don't even speak to me, don't try and "get through" to me, it's useless now, so please, just go
I don't know where I went wrong, I've already told you that I've only ever tried my very best
You need to quit being stubborn, stop this foolishness, remember who you are, and never forget
Before you took
Aura: The ResparkAura: The Respark in Free Verse More Like This
Aura: The Respark
I, the sheltered child who started to tragically fall from your grace
Into the void of this sudden loneliness
Realizing I followed every single one of your steps
But yet, I failed to hold onto those uplifting moments
Now I feel as if maybe I had forced you to make every one of those promises
That which you still kept
So I don't want to sound dishonest, but out of us, you are the strongest
You make sure to protect
To you, everyone, and everything is dearest
None left to neglect
But with all of that, you take on those heavy burdens
And try your best
Calling out your name into the nothingness
Forgetting about the peace you bestowed upon me
I guess it's just too hard to be away from
PoetryPoetry in Free Verse More Like This
Poetry is like a song
Dancing along the page
as the poet writes each word
Letters form music
filling my head with their sweet melody
TrappedTrapped in Free Verse More Like This
I'm trapped in this upside down world
where left is right,
home is another word for prison,
love never lasts,
and showing emotion is weakness.
It feels as if I'm suffocating.
Though alone in this empty space
there's no room to breathe.
A walking thunder storm,
ready to strike those who come close.
Though the sun shines its rays across the sky
darkness surrounds me,
encasing my black heart.
I try to rebel against such madness,
forgetting that I'm invisible.
A ghost imprisoned on this sad planet.
Never will I be seen nor heard
for I am trapped in this upside down world.
The Magical DanceThe Magical Dance in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A lovely fairy
with beautiful blonde hair,
wonderful blue gown.
Sweetly he takes her kind hand
as they dance the night away.
The Shadows:PrologueThe Shadows:Prologue in Short Stories More Like This
A two-story, blue and white house sat on Sun street, where a beautiful green lawn could be seen. Roses, daisies, and tulips rested in pots near the front door. Birds chirped,attracted by the bird bath in the middle of freshly cut grass. Inside were paintings, both realistic and abstract, that hung up on hallway walls. They had been painted by the owners of the house, a great hobby for both of them to enjoy. The living room held two satin couches, a wooden coffee table, and an old fireplace. Three pictures sat above the fireplace in a straight line, on top of the mantle. The picture on the right was a little boy covered in chocolate cake from head to toe. The picture on the left showed another little boy riding a bright red tricycle. The one in the middle held an adorible little girl with big brown eyes.In the picture she was sitting in the grass with a monarch butterfly balancing delicately on the tip of her nose. Three children were asleep in thier cribs, unaware of the events t
Broken-heartedBroken-hearted in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She thought he held the key to her heart,
her one and only love.
She wished for them to never be apart
as she looked to the stars above.
Sparkling raindrops fell from the sky
when she had her first kiss,
but soon thier love began to die,
such wonders she did miss.
Now only images appear in her head
Each of them a memory, seeming so unreal
Many tears she had shed
But her heart will learn to heal
And for now my story has come to its end.
May my heart soon mend
Mystical BeingsMystical Beings in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Most of them hide out in the wood
Unseen by human eyes
Unnoticed, they fight for the greater good
You can hear their battle cries
the memories of war
when they pulled out their swords
from tree to tree they soar
some dressed high and royal like a lord
The king's son was in love
with such a being as her
shot by cupid above
making his emotions stir
A beautiful dress did the Elvin girl wear
along with her curly long hair
The Shadows: Chapter 4The Shadows: Chapter 4 in Short Stories More Like This
I kept telling myself it was just my imagination (I definitely had a big one), but my instincts told me otherwise. I finally made it to the bathroom where I waited in silence for Casey. Looking at the entrance I realized someone else was there or at least I felt like another person was there. I'd been staring at the entrance for what seemed like hours when in reality it had only been a couple minutes.
"You came." a voice said from behind me.
"Don't scare me like that!" I exclaimed once I saw it was Casey.
"So..." She replied, sizing me up as if she were trying to determine if I was good enough, "You're it? You're Camryn?"
"How'd you know my name?"
"Your brother" she answered, making me feel stupid at such an obvious answer.
"Do you have your pendant that your mother gave you?"
"Yeah,but how'd you know..." I replied awkwarding, fingering the shapes of it in my coat pocket.
I had never told anyone about the pendant I had gotten from my mom on my birthday. I had found it that
Behind the FabricBehind the Fabric in Free Verse More Like This
The velvet fabric
soft against her skin,
yet offers no warmth.
A dress of roses
In which she pretended to be someone else.
Even the sky knew how she felt
without her ripped-up old jeans
and the comfort they bring.
The only thing they saw
A beatiful girl,
the person behind the fabric,
her heart and soul hidden from those
who only seek beauty.
I wonder will they ever see
the real me.
The Shadows: Chapter 1 Twisted DreamsThe Shadows: Chapter 1 Twisted Dreams in Short Stories More Like This
"Shhhhhh" the wind seemed to be saying.
I started to take in my surroundings, having no idea where I was or how I got there. The light of the blinding sun filtered through the trees' branches, making the dew on their leaves shine with perfection. The sweet smell of daffodils covered, the forest of trees around me.
"You have come..." a voice suddenly said, breaking the silence.
Out of nowhere a young girl appeared in front of me. She could've been in kindergarten, still all chubby from when she was a baby. Her long hair, the color of silver, trying to hide her dark purple eyes like a sword protecting valued gems. The girl was bare foot, which seemed odd with her billowing yellow dress. *Why was this girl barefoot, in the woods?* I wondered.
"Talk to Casey..." the girl exclaimed, her voice surprisingly faint and echoed.
"What's your name? Are you lost?"
*Casey?* I questioned in my head. It was like I knew her, but no face came to mind as if it were a
G ameG ame in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm utterly and completely bored", Jester whined as she sat by a table in one of the underground rooms of the Truthful Lolita, stabbing a knife into said table.
It was a beautiful day outside, and a lot of kids were out playing, Jester and her brother Cade the only two who kept in because the other children didn't want to play with them. They were too freaky. Why? Well, one of the reasons was that Cade had horns.
"Can't we go out and do something?", Cade suggested. "Cause trouble or something fun?"
She let out a thoughtful sound. "Well, I don't have any playmate... And there isn't much to do... Why not?" She looked at Cade's voodoo doll as she finished, then she smirked. "I got an idea of what to do!"
Cade perked up. "Really?! Tell me, big sis! Tell me, tell me, tell me!"
She snickered and went over to her brother and started to whisper her plan in his ear.
Not long after the two children peeked into the room their mother were in. Jokress turned around to face them with a small smile.
The Surprise PartyThe Surprise Party in Short Stories More Like This
In a purple and black space, a bunch of people was very busy. The Undertaker sat on a coffin that was blocking the door from which their Creator could exit any moment and ordered the others around, gave them things to do. As Olho de Cobra was busy laying layer of layer with illusions to make the surrounding look light, yet dark, add trees and such details, the smell of food and sweets fought of dominance as Jokress, Clovis and Comedy Hat was cooking and baking.
Sam, Daisuke and Kenny was busy pushing all the mirrors into a corner where they bound them so they wouldn't be in the way, as Candy put bowls of candy made by Shai at the tables Jester was creating by controlling reality. Collar and Yuuchi were preparing all the drinks, except for the blood which Vaine was taking care of. The balloons, confetti and other such things where supplied by Randy, and she had the help of Kara, Nine, Nathan, Jonathan and Rachel to put them up everywhere it was needed.
Anthony and Lupin were busy puttin
Past of a Sadist - Last PartPast of a Sadist - Last Part in Short Stories More Like This
The time passed fast. Nothing much really happen. Sure, Charlotta and Tina forced Marona out on pubs and such, but there was soon no pub that welcomed Tina as she ate the glasses of the pubs. And Phoebe had multiple times contacted her, trying to get her to marry. It never worked.
Before Phoebes visit Marona had witnessed both for and against Cardwell, being the only "witness" of him almost getting killed by himself. They had of course left some victims alive, but those wouldn't be able to point out Cardwell as the Slaughterer or her as his assistant.
Life was looking good, and Marona reached the age of 31. Her current age.
Marona was sitting in her living room. She was thinking. The door was locked as she didn't want an not-knocking visitor for the moment. The redheaded woman was thinking over her life until now.
She missed her mother, yes, but she had gotten over the sadness. She didn't miss her brother on the other hand, and she really didn't regret killing her father. He had deserv
Truthful NormalityTruthful Normality in Short Stories More Like This
In one of the rooms in the lower levels of the Truthful Lolita two persons where having tea. Jokress and James. Not that they were so much friends, but sometimes they needed each other. It was supposed to be a third person there, but Jokress had ripped out his heart and Clovis was disposing the body.
"So...", Jokress said as she sipped on her tea. "What was it you wanted, James?"
James took a deep breath. "I actually came to ask you of two favors, Jokress", he said as he put down his empty tea-cup. "If you don't mind?"
"What do I get from it?"
One of Clovis' clones burst into the room at that exact moment. "Sistah Jokress! Clone number 4 reporting in! We kinda meet some trouble while trying to take out the trash as you say, sistah, but don't worry, it will be done as true as my name is Clovis! Or, well, I'm not really Clovis, but Clovis Clone Number Five, but I am sure you get the point, an-"
"Clovis!", Jokress snapped. "What is the trouble?"
"There is a man outside, Jokress! Well, I'm
Problem with DreamingProblem with Dreaming in Short Stories More Like This
I was in my mind, the mirrors floating around in the dark, purple-black space, moving at random. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew that I needed to go there. I stopped as a mirror appeared right in front of me. Looking up, I noticed the name on it, and blinked a few times.
Then I stepped in.
"Jokress?", I asked, a bit unsure.
Seriously, how should I react that I felt needed where the probably most powerful and evil of my characters lived? There was barely heard anything in the Gothic cafe that was her room. I looked around and saw Jokress sitting by a table, face downcast.
That wasn't like her.
I walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Jokress? Hey, girl, are you okay?"
Jokress looked up at me, golden eyes meeting blue, and she forced on a smile. "Sanna... Why are you here?"
I looked at her, before sitting down by her table. "This ain't like you. You don't usually... Sit like this. What's the matter?"
The woman who was a lot older then me sighed and looked do
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It was a normal morning. People was getting their hair cut by the towns only barber, while their husbands, wifes or families was at either the Divine Geisha or the Truthful Lolita and ate, drank or chatted.
"I DON'T WANT TOO!!", a yell came from outside the barber shop, from a fully grown man.
Yes, a perfectly normal morning.
The woman was holding her husband in the ear. "Thomas, you have to get your hair cut and I am surely not cutting it! Now come on! James is a nice man, and I am sure it is not that bad! I cut my hair here every time!"
The man shrugged still. "No! Don't wanna! You aren't a man, you don't know how it is!"
Their son laughed wholeheartedly at how his father was behaving. "Come on, dad! It's not as bad as going to the dentist for me!", he laughed. "I mean, it's just to get your hair cut by James!"
"James is the whole problem!", the man cried.
"James isn't dangerous!", his wife scolded him. "He is a perfectly fine man! Now get in and behave!"
The joined forces of
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Cynthia was in her ghost-like, sobbing state, hovering several meters above ground as she watched Jokress sitting by her desk, writing on a piece of paper while humming her own song.
"Dear little sister", Cynthia whispered as she slowly began to back away. "Dear, dear Caroline..."
Jokress head snapped up, as if she had heard her real name being spoken. She looked around with narrowed eyes, and Cynthia quietly sobbed. The two women listened...
"Watch it, Stitches!"
"Not until you stop waving around that blade of yours!"
"Want me to cut your head of?!"
"Featherbrain thinks Jokress hear us."
"SHUT UP, FEATHERBRAIN!"
Jokress sighed and picked up three voodoo-dolls from the floor, looking at them as they froze in fear. She then shook her head slightly and put them on her desk.
"You three should be with Jessica", the calm ruler of CageTerrance Hollow stated. "You only cause trouble. I don't want any trouble in my home." As she spoke she returned into writing.
"But we were looking for adventu
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Olho realised that when she had walked a few kilometers along the road. She had though he would've gone home or collapsed by now, but he just kept following her. She frowned and turned around.
"What is it now then, kid? I have no more apples!"
The boy hurried up to her and grabbed her shirt. "Please take me with you, miss Cobra! I promise to be good! I don't want to go back there ever again! Please, please, PLEASE?!"
Olho stared at the child in surprise. Then she burst out laughing. "You want me to take you with me?! ME?! Seriously, kid, you're something! Don't you have a family?"
"D-dad is hitting me, and mom hates me, and my older brothers are from other men mom been with, and they hate me too", she whispered. "Just... Please..."
Olho was silent for a while. "That is nothing unusual. Humans are cruel."
The boy just kept clinging to her leg. "Please, miss Cobra! I-I'd do anything, just..."
Olho frowned. The kid was really desperate of following
F earThe dark purple-black light hugging the mirrors were pulsing as a heart. It only happened if one thing happened, if the person who... Owned the place got headache. A two meter tall person stalked though the light, though he wasn't fully visible in the big, dark space. The figure didn't stop before it reached a mirror, and stepped in through it.F ear in Short Stories More Like This
"Hell... Hell, hell, HELL!!", the figure yelled. It was a man, and not just any man. The glowing yellow eyes on black gave his identity away. Maferius Alexander Jonathan cussed.
"I should have expected it!", he growled as he stalked through the dark, empty corridors of his home. He wasn't happy, not at all. "I should have freakin' expected it! There was too many clues!"
He didn't stop. He passed door after door, all of them looking exactly the same. He didn't stop until he reached a pair of magnificent double doors. He opened them and stepped into his room. Walking over to a table he looked at the photo lying at it, then he rammed