Sudden UrgesReach into the basket of lifeSudden Urges in Free Verse More Like This
And pull out a rusty knife
Run it through the fire
Burning until you tire
Take a bite of bloody essence
Breathing in the smoking incense
Drinking up the murky lies
Choking on a poisonous high
Wrap your body in a cloak of darkness
Open your sown mouth to confess
Rip the stitches one by one
Letting words flow until they're done
Your body is cold
Comprised of ice and stone
Your soul is gone already
Lacking it has made you deadly
Heart so big and bleeding
Caged and captured, never fleeing
Barbed wire wrapping round and round
A keyhole, with no key to be found
A mind full of thoughtless voices
Flinging out so many choices
See the light at the end of the tunnel
But in the end we always stumble~
15. Love - Angel of loveOpen up your heart15. Love - Angel of love in Free Verse More Like This
And let me in
Open up your heart
And lets begin
I see the broken places
The shattered windows of your soul
I see the damage traces
I can fix that hole
Open up your heart
And let me feel
Open up your heart
Understand that this is real
I see the cuts and bruises
I can repair those with time
I see the past abuses
I detest those crimes
Open up your heart
I brought the super glue
Open up your heart
I know what to do
I feel your pain
And I know the cure
I understand the shame
I know you're unsure
Open up your heart
I have your medicine
Open up your heart
Just let me in
Let me kiss all the hurt away
Let me hug the nightmares to nothing
Use me if you need something to blame
I know this is a hard thing
Open up your heart to me
You could say I was sent from above
Open your heart to me
I am the angel of love
A demons deathFlashes of crimson in the airA demons death in Free Verse More Like This
Blades of gory glory out for show
Dead eyes set in a stare
As death releases its red drawn bow
Dropped into the river Styx
Clawing hands pulling you down
Ignoring the hold on your crucifix
Uncaring and letting you drown
Bleeding from your outstretched hands
No one caring for sweet sacrifice
Sucked into unrelenting quick sand
Betting on fates thrown dice
They say life flashes before your eyes
In the last seconds of your breath
Guardian Angel really death in disguise
A single heart beat is all you have left
Then your corpse sinks to the floor
A puddle of crimson spreading out
Demons clawing and reaching to bring you through the fiery doors
You can't escape, there hands, muffling your shout
Light Of HopeA swelling in my chestLight Of Hope in Free Verse More Like This
A tear trickling from my eye
The smallest hint of a smile
That hasn't been for a while
Maybe this happiness
This small trickle of hope
Can carry me for a little while
For just long enough
To hold a real smile
DualityWhat do you do when you live two livesDuality in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When you peer through dual sets of eyes
Where do ones thoughts end and the others begin
Whose thoughts win and whose are just wind
Whose feelings are whose and how do you separate them
Whose words are good and whose are full of venom
What would one say and not the other
How do you discern you from another
Which heart beat is real
Whose body do you really feel
On and on you chase in a circle
Wondering who first will run out of fuel
Which one are you
Don't you wish you two knew
Down ShiftThere is this weight on my chestDown Shift in Free Verse More Like This
A hand in my rib cage
Wrapped tightly around my heart
Leaving no room for my lungs to expand
Slowly, slowly I'm losing all my breath
My eyes are beginning to respond
Leaking water from some reserve in my soul
An endless supply of crystal clear drops
Warm and salty running down by gravity
There is a sickness in my gut
The need to vomit comes and goes when it wants
Like someone hit the eject button
But it got stuck and now it won't come up
My heart feels tight, claustrophobic in it's place
A tumble of razor wire wrapped around it tight
Piercing the vulnerable flesh beneath
Allowing warm, irony blood to seep out of its confines
My eyes don't know what to do
Because their only view is through cracked and dirty lenses
The edges of our world have become fuzzy
And below us, there is a hole in the ground
Like a gaping mouth, waiting to swallow us whole
To get rid of the painAnd then you look at the skiesTo get rid of the pain in Free Verse More Like This
And you just know that's not how it works
You get left in the end
And nobody even wonders why
You don't believe in life after death
you don't believe in the fellowship that everyone claims to have
You can only believe in hate
The sad thing is, that's the only real thing to you
Physical pain lets you know that you're alive
That emotional turmoil lets you know that you're not a failure
Because you can take it and survive
You learn to hate and along side that something else
You realize that in this world
There is a slight balance
Where there was once a dark cold void inside your heart
Grows a warm feeling, something you can hold onto
You can't name it, cause you don't understand
Its foreign to you and you search for what it could possibly be
You start to hear people talk about it
And the word cycles through your thoughts like its set on repeat
And when you finally realize what that warm feeling is
You latch onto it
You don't want to ever lose it or forget
Medicated MeltdownLike a suffocating safety blanket,Medicated Meltdown in Free Verse More Like This
pulled over my head and tucked in at the sides.
Thinking, thoughts, blistering thoughts...
They torture and drowned me,
creep up and stab me.
I want you,
I need you,
I call your name, even.
But, I don't want you,
don't want your cold heart,
your cold breath on my neck.
I don't understand,
are they tears or blood?
Are they memories of this life,
or a past life?
What can I do,
with a hollow shell of a body?
A hollow, lifeless mind,
filled with traps and pain?
Air..need air, squashed inside.
Dead and suffocating on life.
Lifeless and never ending.
never say never...
In the wind,
The weeping, willowing tree.
Look at the fire,
as it burns bright.
Light the sword up,
ready to burn and sting.
Scar them, leave them to die.
Feel the bite of injustice and repent.
Wipe your nose sniffling child,
don't put your hand in mine.
How dare you presume to to
Terrors Of the Heart and MindI miss the time when we were so naiveTerrors Of the Heart and Mind in Free Verse More Like This
That we thought each other would be
The only thing we'd ever need
There are days when I want nothing but you
Then I realize that, that can't be true
Since the day we both said that we were through
Now I'm stuck in this conflict
Stuck feeling like a convict
In a world that makes me physically sick
In a world that makes absolutely no sense
On the balance between a right and wrong fence
Carrying wounds I can't cleanse
I want it all to be fixed
Without having to use all these fancy tricks
Or hear the echo of a gun when the trigger clicks
Now lets tell each other our last good night
Tuck each other into bed tight
And watch as our monsters turn out the light
90. Hunt - DemonsSmell the air90. Hunt - Demons in Free Verse More Like This
Catch the scent
Run if you dare
You know I was sent
Dig your heels in
Run as fast as you can
Your scent is on the wind
You're only human
Run, run, run
I know where you are
This chase is fun
You won't get very far
This is my hunt
You are mine
So lets be blunt
You are going to die
Oh I saw you stumble
This is it
Let your resolve crumble
This is my hit
You see me there
You let out a scream
I lunge into the air
And you pray this is a dream
I'm sorry to tell you
This is not your imagination
This life is true
And this is your destination
My teeth sink in your flesh
Your blood splashes the virgin snow
Your breath leaves your chest
And you don't even know
This is the end for you
Your dying cry still echoing
While your skin is turning blue
You hear the demons scream
iTouchSometimes I don't know what to say,iTouch in Free Verse More Like This
and then I look at you,
I look into those blooming sunflower eyes
and I know
that I don't have to say a thing,
but... I want to,
I want to say everything
and I wonder
if my words move you the way
you move me.
Can you feel the beating of my heart
through your fingertip
as it glides down the touchscreen,
as it slides over my words,
does your spine pick up radiating waves,
does your mind comprehend
does your heart resound
like a thunderstorm
as every letter drips down
and spills upon the page
in digital smudges
with your name hidden
in the white gap between each word?
I've never quite figured out
just how I am supposed to give you love
how I can ever possibly translate
a love that is wider than the sky
in a string of stanzas
that stretch no further
than a few inches before your eyes,
but I keep trying
because I want you to know,
the way you already do,
that every road leads to you.
Can I change the world
with the words that I write
BonesLoveBones in Free Verse More Like This
is less about flowers
than it is
about Monday mornings,
when all the world
dreads the commute,
to share a space with you.
of serenades and starlight,
I often find myself
inside of mundane fantasies,
of your shower wet hair,
so snugly together
in dashboard light
like lips and hips
in the blue glow
satellite stereo screens,
long to take you
So many men
seek the perfection
that have no basis
want to dive head first
tangled up in every complication
that is us.
My love --
you are the everything
flaws and highlights,
and all of your bad,
of a lifetime spent longing
which only you possess,
am not -ever-
going to give up on
So LongImagine you find my wordsSo Long in Free Verse More Like This
scrawled on paper that has yellowed with age,
all of these lines I've constructed for you,
dug out from the bottom of a dusty box
in a cobweb clouded attic...
imagine that my voice is no longer present
to bring them to life,
would you wish for another second to hear me
telling you what you've meant to me?
And I am not really sure
that words can bridge the gap,
tear down the horizon standing like a black wall
between our bodies,
but I'll never stop pouring myself onto the page
in hope that your eyes still find me
breathing in the spaces between these letters,
that you can still hear me
telling you just how much I care for you.
I know that my words are not diamonds,
but rough stones painted to be presentable,
and I may not be
the most wonderful man walking the earth,
far from it actually,
and that my most valuable possession
if the dual combination of my love and dreams,
but I've given them both to you
and I hope that maybe it can all add up to something
TopographyAnd I want you,Topography in Free Verse More Like This
spellbound and unwrapped,
glimmering in candlelight,
beneath the stroke
of my fingertips,
against the heated caress
of my semi-parted lips.
pooling on the pillows case,
tangled up inside my fingers
as our bodies
are knotted together,
sculpted as one,
with your hot breath
gliding over my ear
and those eyes,
sultry honey shades
of heaven light
swallowing me whole.
bends into your touch,
deeper into your kiss,
and the night
as our hearts call out to each other,
as our mouths
whisper each others names,
of love and devotion
You are so beautiful,
each smooth plain and
and I long to become lost
in the map of your form,
the terrain of your perfection,
to know you
by touch, by taste,
Explicating YouYou are poetryExplicating You in Free Verse More Like This
and I am hanging off your every word,
as they come sliding from your lips
with my hands
grasping at the smooth spun rhyme
of your gently rolling hips.
I trace the scrawl of your body
with the tips of my fingers,
read your form
like braille from which
I can feel everything,
slant and curve brings me
deeper into your verse.
My mind is flooded
and I am overwhelmed
by the beauty
of every single stroke, dot and dash
the phenomena that is
sublime and flawless
I am kneeling at your wonder.
You fold over me,
tuck my frame inside the pages
of your limbs
where I am meant to be,
with my lips dripping
down your spine
and my heart is full --
and my soul
is inscribed with your
every loving word.
A Universe of UsYou are special to me,A Universe of Us in Free Verse More Like This
beautiful in ways
I cannot comprehend the words to express,
from your autumn sunset eyes
to your unbound, willful heart
whose gracious caress
I am utterly honored to receive...
these are not just words,
nor are they written for the sake of poetry,
but the honest confessions
of this heart, this mind and this body
all of which
have always been meant for you,
as you have always been destined for me.
That craving you feel,
the gravitational pull inside of you
that draws you to me,
that makes you seek me out
is mirrored within me;
I, too, feel the magnetism of you,
this passionate burn
to feel the warmth of your body,
the tenderness of you soul,
to experience all the world with you.
I want to take you everywhere,
to show you a world
through the brilliant filter of us,
to kiss you amid the fireflies of summer,
to hold you warm
against the bitter chill of winter,
to give you all the love
that is churning inside of me
with every single thought of you.
Take a breat
PreyMy late night thoughts are hungry wolvesPrey in Free Verse More Like This
stalking her lush horizon.
My red tongue unfurls
as her sweet scent sails along the wind
and I can taste her phantom skin
billowing like a deep puff of tobacco.
Evening skies spill in inky rivulets,
dark and wet
I feel each strand of her hair
gushing through my grasping fingers.
Her mouth is a crescent moon
painted by howls of delight,
she writhes like the silhouette of a dancer,
bent and curled around my hips.
She is insatiable red lines
carved into the palette of my back,
arched spine lifting her delicate bounty
to the fire of my hungry kiss.
Jealous stars fly behind blanketing clouds,
is a series of gleaming constellations
more beautiful than the known heavens.
My fingertips are white lilies
soaking in the honey of her pink petals,
I drink warm dew from her blossom
as she strums a symphony of ecstasy.
My early morning thoughts are hungry wolves
thirsting for another taste.
LoveWhen I look at youLove in Free Verse More Like This
this beautiful perfection
this wonderful amalgamation
that is tender, lovely,
and I want only to share
in the warmth
from your brilliant red heart,
that I have felt
pumping the blood
through my body
the day that I was born.
There is a world
beyond your gentle amber eyes
and I long
to show you every peak,
every amazing sight
that you have ever dreamed,
but never seen,
every sweet detail
that makes the stars glow
in the darkness
the way your smile
the entirety of my universe.
I am aware
of the tremendous weight
upon your shoulders
and I ache
to help you bare the burden,
to assist you
in carrying this world
I believe that we
are meant to do this together -
we are strongest
when we stand side
and I will never
leave you holding this
You must see
that my love is pure,
that I long
only to bring you
to the brightest spaces
StayHowStay in Free Verse More Like This
am I supposed to say it all,
to show it all,
with these feeble words
that never seem
to carry the full strength
of what is inside of me?
perhaps you understand,
because I believe
that you feel it all the same,
am spinning 'round
in your mind
every single moment
that you are swirling
within my own.
in a way I cannot describe,
but that I don't need to
because you know the wonder,
of how every atom of your being
comes to light
when our shapes draw near,
seems to fit together just so
when our hands touch.
conspires with your mind,
and your lips
entangle with mine
and there is no denying
that we discover within each other,
there is no arguing
the satisfaction that is felt,
of finding home within another.
Don't give way to doubt,
or surrender to uncertainty
what the heart knows
and the mind affirms,
that this love is anything less
that what you feel
is ever present within me
Memories of TomorrowSomeday I want to look to tomorrowMemories of Tomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
without the hesitance of all those yesterdays.
Someday I want to be able to feel it all,
to be able to cry without believing it makes me less than I am.
Someday I want to see my shivering silhouette
no longer dancing along this horizon without another shadow.
Someday I want to be unafraid to say everything,
to unleash my heart and trust it to not break into pieces.
Someday I want to look into your eyes forever,
knowing that they are trying not to blink as much as I am.
Someday I want to wake to the sound of your voice
whispering to me the way that I whisper to you every night.
Someday I want to completely collapse into little fragments
without worrying that I cannot be put back together.
Someday I want to be the one you are chasing,
refusing to stop reaching until you finally get me all to yourself.
Someday I want to be able to let myself fall
because you will have been there waiting to catch me.
Someday I want to be the last thought crossing your min
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 67Faint violin music resounded from the closed door to your room when John returned the next morning and he cocked his head to the side in thought before swinging it open. The room was covered in a plethora of paper animals, a good number of them cranes, and a symphony John recognized filled the air. You were sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hospital bed, your fingers busy folding yet another animal, and Sherlock was in the chair next to you with his feet kicked up on your bed and his eyes closed, violin and bow in hand.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 67 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You finished what you were working on, which turned out to be a paper balloon, filled it with air, and then threw it in Sherlock’s direction, hitting him square in the face. He stopped playing and you giggled triumphantly, “Direct hit?”
“You got lucky,” he said pursing his lips and you pouted, “Even if I did- It still hit you. Now pick a new spot… further away this time.”
Sherlock’s eyes flickered open as a
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 40It turned out Timothy was staying in small house on the outskirts of London, the three of you looking up at it from the sidewalk where the cab had left you. The windows were dark but it was late and he was probably asleep, so you mounted the steps and pressed the bell but got no answer. You looked to Sherlock and he gave a nod so you tried the door and found it unlocked, Sherlock pushing past you so you were safely between him and John as you ventured forth.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 40 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Every room was trashed as you moved through them to get a cursory overview of the first floor, going from the front living room to the kitchen, then to a spare bedroom, and finally a small office. Sherlock paused here, something catching his eye as he crouched to examine a few of the many papers scattered about the floor, and you and John exchanged a glance before slipping back into the main room to let him think. You took in the destruction of the room as John wandered into the kitchen and then had a thought- his studio.
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 53“Oh no you don’t.” John scolded gently when you arrived back at the flat and tried to unlock your door, your hands shaking as they fumbled with the keys the only true sign something was wrong. You brother pulled them out of your hands and used his other hand to carefully encourage you towards the stairs, “I know you, Squeak. If I allow you to stay down here it will end in one of two ways and neither of them are good.”Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 53 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off, reading your mind, “You can borrow some night clothes from me and whatever jumper you’d like. Up you go.”
There was no point in arguing, he was in full big brother protective mode, so you just shuffled up the stairs following Sherlock as John made sure you didn’t try to go back down. You collapsed into John’s chair, throwing your legs over one of the arms, and Sherlock, having noted that your shoes were rubbing in a painful way a long while ago,
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 29Lestrade was relieved to see the two of you show up at the scene, handing Sherlock the case files for the other two murders and giving you a small grin. You returned it before diligently following Sherlock as he explained the case files to you while walking toward the house.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 29 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You got a strange feeling as you took in your surroundings, letting Sherlock go ahead of you as you did what you did best, observed. You came out of it with a little frown, stepping over to the body to stand next to Sherlock, he looked to you, “What do you see?”
You shook your head, “Something’s not right. He fits the profile, same erratic stabbing pattern and similar features to the other two victims, but he didn’t live here… I just have this strange feeling that something is off. I can’t place it.”
Sherlock nodded, going back to his own deductions, “The other two victims were killed in their own living spaces. This is his sister’s house.”
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 33Hot.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 33 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That was the only thought on your mind as you stirred, shoving all the blankets off of your body and rolling to a seated position. Sherlock was elsewhere so you took the opportunity to slip out of his flat and down to your own, stumbling into your bathroom to take a cold shower in an attempt to bring down your fever. You could have just slept there with the water running over you, it was so nice, but you forced yourself out, pulling on some new pajamas before going to the kitchen.
Being sick was the worst you decided, rubbing gently at your sore throat as you put a pot on stove for a honey drink your mother had taught you to make years ago. You had just finished emptying almost an entire bottle of honey into the pot when your ears were met with the sound of your door being flung open, “(F/n)?”
Rolling your eyes at that fact that a genius had just called out to a temporarily mute person and naively expected an answer, you went to the kitchen doorway to level him with a
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 18John nearly squashed you with a tackle hug when you and Sherlock came through the door and you returned it with just as much fervor, “I’m sorry I made you worry Johnny.”Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sherlock disappeared into the kitchen, while John looked you over for any injuries, “What in the world happened Squeak?”
You rubbed the back of your neck as you sheepishly admitted, “It would seem I got a little lost…”
Sherlock’s voice rang out from the kitchen, “A little? That’s the understatement of the year. I found her all the way over in Hackney.”
John startled, “How did you manage that (F/n)?”
You shrugged, “I’m not entirely sure. One minute I was following a guy with the most peculiar little hat and the next it’s getting dark and I have no idea where I am.”
John set into a small rant about all the bad things that could have possibly happened to you and Sherlock came out of the kitchen with a mug of
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 19Sherlock woke up on the couch the next morning, having slipped off into a deep sleep after watching you for a bit longer, with a blanket tucked gently over him and you no where to be found. He sighed, it was early enough that John still wasn’t up which meant your habit of rising with the sun was stronger than he’d originally thought.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 19 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Around noon, you bounced through the door way to their flat with a wide grin on your face, “Your brother called.”
Sherlock sat up from his place on the couch with a smirk as he quirked a curious eyebrow at you and you pulled your lips into your mouth, holding your breath as you waited for him to ask. John beat him to it, looking up from his computer, “What did you tell him?”
You were blasé as you answered, “Oh you know this and that about the last case and Sherlock being a twat.”
Sherlock looked disappointed at how mundane your report had been and you grinned wickedly, “I may have also tol
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 20You called up the stairs when you got back to let them know you were home and then went to your flat to paint, feeling inspired by your little outing enough to try your hand at it again. It was very late afternoon, the sun hanging low in the sky to cast long shadows, when Sherlock flung open the door to your apartment and before he could get more than a step in you were in front of him, “Don’t you knock?”Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He raised an eyebrow, “You don’t”
You considered this, “Fair enough. What do you need?”
He opened his mouth to answer but closed it again to take in your appearance before narrowing his eyes, “What’s wrong?”
You looked up at him, confused, “Well aside from you bursting into my flat uninvited and unexplained, nothing.”
“No. Something’s wrong I can tell.”
You crossed your arms, “Nothing is wrong Sherlock. Now would you care to explain-“
“Your mouth is turned ever so slightly
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 15When Sherlock stopped playing a short while later you had to force yourself to set your brush down as the urge to grey-out the work you’d just done threatened to take over. You quickly washed your brushes and cleaned up before happily bouncing up the stairs and through the door to the boys’ flat.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You spied Sherlock laying face down on the couch with a desolate and despondent look on his face, which you ignored, chalking it up to the fact the you had no case.
“Come on. We’re going out.” You chirped throwing his jacket at him.
He sat up, eyeing you curiously, “Why?”
You grinned, grabbing his hands to pull him to his feet, “Why the hell not? John is out, the night is young, and London has so much to offer. Besides it’s better than what ever sulking you were doing before I came up.”
While that was true, he didn’t feel like going out, he was sick after all and his symptoms had started acting up as soon as you walked through t
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 14You had barely ushered out Sherlock when there was another knock on your door, you groaned shoving yourself from your place stretched out on the couch with a blanket. You still hadn’t figured out how the fireplace worked and being on the bottom floor the air in the flat was cold.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You pulled your blanket around your shoulders and went to the door, letting it drag along behind you. You pulled it open and before you could even register who it was, John just sort of bounced past you.
You sighed, grumbling, “Yes by all means. Come right in.”
He took in your flat for a moment, you’d done a fantastic job but he’d expected nothing less from his brilliant little sister. Each room had a color scheme that suited its use and flowed nicely to the next and while none of your furniture actually matched it still all went together well.
He turned to look at you, smile going to a frown, “How are you feeling?”
Your head still hadn’t stopped throbbing and it
Repairing the Damage Chapter TwoKarkat moved away from the door and allowed the three humans inside. "Your master?" The blond girl asked cautiously stepping inside.Repairing the Damage Chapter Two in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, John Egbert," he fell back and called to you, "John are these your friends?"
You had just finished putting on your clothes when you entered the room and saw them, your friends, people you have waited years to see again. "Rose? Dave? Jade?" You could tell your eyes must have lit up and a smile spread across your face, "Oh my gosh!" You ran forward and hugged them all tightly, "It's been so long! I'm so glad you're here!" You released them and smiled wide. "I've missed you all so much!"
"We missed you too!" Jade said excitedly.
Rose is still staring at Karkat, "John, I didn't know you had a troll. Are you watching him for someone?"
"No. He is my owner." Karkat answered instead.
You moved over to Karkat and pushed him forward a bit, "Oh yeah! I should introduce him, this is Karkat!"
Jade runs up and hugs him too, "Hi Karkat, I'm Jade!" Karkat just look
Wings of a Worthless God Chapter ThreeThe warmth leaked from his body. His shirt became damp with your tears. You're not sure how long you sat there, sobbing over his body. Time seemed to stand still; your mind briefly flickered over to wonder if Dave or Aradia had stopped it for you, so you could cry forever. You looked up, trying to see through the water that gathered at your eyes. You could see the blurry figures of your friends, and the outlines of some of the trolls. Someone stepped forward and tried to tell you something; you screamed at them and returned to crying. Your whole body is shaking and you don't even remember summoning the wind that is swirling around you. It seems to by wailing along with you, rushing past your ears as you scream. During your breakdown you realize something, through your grief you come to a conclusion.Wings of a Worthless God Chapter Three in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You are pissed.
No, you are beyond pissed words cannot describe your anger, or your hate.
You stop crying. You stop screaming. The wind ceases, and the room goes quiet. You mumbl
Repairing the Damage Chapter One"Karkat, come!" You call to your pet; the troll lifts himself up from his pile of blankets in the corner of your living room. "We're going shopping; you can come along this time." He stands by your side silently waiting for you to put the leash around his collar. You've upgraded the harsh chain the center used for one made of soft leather. He flicks his ears back and waits for the door to open. You run a hand through his hair; he immediately leans into the touch. "You're such a good boy Karkat," you ruffle his hair and step out into the hall.Repairing the Damage Chapter One in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The two of you proceed down the elevator; you were worried he'd be afraid of them at first, but the man at the center was right, Karkat was amazingly well trained. Every action the troll did was groomed to fit the desires of his master. At first it disturbed you, but eventually you got used to it. Actually, that fact disturbed you too. You looked to the troll standing next to you, he was waiting patiently for the elevator doors to open, his eyes l
When Life or Death is Left to ChanceAlternians are ruthless; they conquer planets and enslave inhabitants. Nothing stops them, they are a wave that crashes over everything and leaves nothing but destruction, fear, and overwhelming sadness. Their empire is built on the tears and blood of the aliens they rule.When Life or Death is Left to Chance in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Life is now luxurious for the people of Alternia. They have everything, all of their sacrifice and hard work paid off. Their territory spreads out across the vast universe. Entire galaxies are under their rule, and from these galaxies they take their prizes. Some natives they enslave, others they simply rule. Heinous games are created. Said games are different now, gambling is different. Instead of betting with chips that stand for money trolls tend to use the lives of the species they capture. The games played vary from planet to planet. Sometimes they play cards and the exchange of "chips" works like a slave trade. Other times it's a lot more sinister and the lives of the captives are extinguished like a small cand
Still the Same Chapter TenAradia? Karkat asked, Youre sure. Youre absolutely sure it was her?Still the Same Chapter Ten in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How could I possibly mistake her? His voice seemed hostile at the very thought of not recognizing her. He was visibly shaken, it wasnt certain if that was from excitement or something else.
John stirred in the bed and whimpered at Karkats missing warmth, Whats going on? He rubbed his eyes and sat up, Sollux? What are you doing here?
The blind troll ignored John, She had something very important to tell me. But I fucking woke up before she could say anything. Im so worthless, fuck.
No youre not Sollux. At least we know shes alive out there.
A voice from across the room chimed in, Whos Aradia?
Our time player, Karkat answered, he pulled Sollux back to the bed so he could sit down. Do you remember anything else from the dream?
30 Minute Fic: The Blue Jay and the CrowThere was the usual hustle and bustle of the market place all around him. People were moving and talking and trading, everything was so full of life. John Egbert couldn't believe his eyes. He was intrigued by the large city. Since he came from a tiny town on the outskirts of the kingdom; anything bigger than a small village was a wow factor. He weaved in and out of the crowd taking in all the sights and sounds. This was the first time he'd been to a bigger town. Everything was so exciting.30 Minute Fic: The Blue Jay and the Crow in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He was a little hot underneath the large coat he was wearing, but it was worth it to see this. John loved people; he loved everything about being around people. It was all so much fun, he could hardly stand it. Eventually he ended up buying an apple and moving away from the market place to the center of the town near a water fountain. He rested by the fountain, enjoying the cool breeze and spray from the water.
The people passed by, not even noticing his existence. Which was great, he loved just bein
Wings of a Worthless God Chapter FourJohn managed to drag Karkat back up the hill and into the small cave they turned into a makeshift shelter. He deposited his Matesprit on the small pile of blankets they had and looked over him worriedly. "Thank god," He exhaled the breath he had been holding when he saw Karkat's chest moving slowly up and down. The fire was dimming, barely crackling. John took off his jacket and shirt and threw them over Karkat. He knew it wasn't a lot, but it was better than nothing. Hurriedly he built back up the fire and left to search for rocks. There was a survival show he saw once that recommended heating rocks up and burying them in the sand to keep the body warm while sleeping.Wings of a Worthless God Chapter Four in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The wind was strikingly cold against his bare skin. "Leaving my jacket with Karkat probably wasn't the best idea " John hiked through the snow; he mustered up the energy to combat the wind with his own, eventually being able to nullify the gusts around him. There was nothing to be found around the entrance of the ca
I'm Really Embarrassed to Post This Fic--centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling gardenGnostic [GG] at 10:00--I'm Really Embarrassed to Post This Fic in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CT: D--> Greetings
CT: D--> I see that you have b100d worthy of this conversation.
CT: D--> Your text. It is green, is that not a middle color to your species
GG: youre weird!!
GG: my blood is red!
CT: D--> Oh my
GG: what is it??
CT: D--> I cannot believe i am conversing with a mutant such as yourself
CT: D--> Did the culling drones miss you
CT: D--> I'm going to pretend you did not mention that, and that you said your b100d was in fact green
CT: D--> While not a particularly noble or STRONG color, it will suffice
GG: excuse me, but have we met before
CT: D--> Neighgative
CT: D--> What is it
GG: shhhhhhhh im thinking!!!!!
CT: D--> May i inquire what you are thinking about
CT: D--> Oh my
CT: D--> I may require a towel
GG: i said SHHHHHHH
CT: D--> Ah, yes
GG: i was thinking about whether i should block you or not!
CT: D--> What was your
Worth the Kill? Chapter FiveThe forest was still as the hunters moved silently through the underbrush. Everyone was alert as the small group of four moved through the inky darkness. "Grandpa, I can't tell " A young women whispered to an older man.Worth the Kill? Chapter Five in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can't tell what dear?"
"I can't tell if we're hunting them, or we're being hunted," the girl replied. Her tone was serious and her grandfather didn't doubt a word she said.
"Just keep moving, we'll get them, don't worry," her grandfather reassured her. "Remember, they're smart, but in the end they are animals just the same." She nodded and flipped the safety off her rifle.
The small group of hunters resumed being quiet. It seemed that every bush could hide a troll, and every blind spot was an ambush waiting to happen. Unknown to most of them, they were actually being hunted. Silently trailing the humans was a small band of trolls. Their leader was a big troll with huge bull horns.
"Jake," He whispered, "Come up here."
A smaller troll moved to the older one's side.
Still the Same Chapter EightThe hall was shrouded in shadows, but none of this was new to Sollux. It had been a few months since the accident that rendered him blind and weak, seeing darkness was something he had long begun accustomed to. 'Though,' he thought about it, 'it wasn't really an accident, Eridan and I were both asking for it.' He proceeded down the hall, sweeping the cane back and forth feeling for objects on the ground.Still the Same Chapter Eight in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Being blind was a hassle, but it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to him. At least he had someone who had gone through it before, 'Thank the fucking gods we are aren't on Alternia anymore.' The news about Karkat and John's recent Matespritship was startling but also pretty great. He was happy for both his Moirail and John. But as eager as he was to tell the others Sollux slowed his pace and stopped. This was one of the rare opportunities to test his 'vision' with his psionics.
Carefully he summoned up the tiny amount of power he did have and focused it, moving out across
Bipolar DisorderI am a victim of a shadow named fourteenBipolar Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
Fourteen human figures without a face… they attack my soul
And everybody’s staring at me without an honest reason.
I am a victim of the people of the world
Who only want to hurt me, and my innocent family
Terrified of the ones around me, even those I love
When a nightmare becomes my reality.
I can’t take a shower without peeking outside the curtain
And I can’t close my eyes when I wash my hair
Because I’m horrified, afraid that when I open them
I’ll see somebody with a bloody face angrily standing there.
Sometimes I unlock the doors and then lock them again
And to be honest, I’m not completely sure why
And I can’t go upstairs at night, because what if there’s a fire?
I won’t be able to make it out in time.
I am a victim of a shadow named fourteen
And a little girl, my old best friend who turned into a demon.
And somehow, ou
Writer's block.A thirteen-year-old poet,Writer's block. in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage.
What to write, oh, what to write…
Her fingers wrapped around a pencil,
Gently tickling the page
With a language between herself
And her imagination.
Thoughts race through her mind,
Frozen hands on a silver clock
Turning moments into
D r e a d f u l h o u r s .
What to write, oh, what to write…
Crickets stop their chirping,
Birds start to sing.
Five thirty in the morning,
And not a single word on paper.
What to write, oh, what to write…
She begins to scribble across the page,
Doodles and anything that crosses her mind.
Words begin flooding her thoughts,
As she wrinkles the paper and grabs a clean sheet.
“A thirteen year old poet,
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage…"
And just as she nears the end
Of these words,
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"I'm Fine in Free Verse More Like This
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
Tastes Like...Daddy likes to make meTastes Like... in Free Verse More Like This
Eat my words.
I see him hit Mommy
And I know she hurts.
So I tell him, to get her
He has to go through me.
And, well, I can no longer walk
And I can no longer see.
Daddy makes me eat my words
And reality starts to flood.
Yes, Daddy makes me eat my words…
And my words taste like blood.
But I will.Fight me.But I will. in Free Verse More Like This
I promise not to fight back.
I promise to smile, I promise to laugh.
I promise to be nice
Even if it's a sacrifice.
I promise to be strong
Even when you treat me wrong.
Because I've learned how to deal with ignorance
Better than you've learned how to use it.
And I promise to smile, and promise to laugh.
Yes, I promise.
I won't (but I will) fight back.
This Thing We Call DepressionThere's a story I'd like to tell,This Thing We Call Depression in Free Verse More Like This
A story of a girl who was diagnosed.
Diagnosed with a terrifying thing,
Something that would threaten her life for years to come.
Something that she could never escape,
No matter how she ran,
No matter how she struggled.
This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl,
Although, not surprising at all.
The symptoms had swallowed her for days,
Months of this thing inside of her.
This thing that we call
There are people who tell her,
"You're only sad."
However, that isn't the case.
See, she was never diagnosed with sadness.
Everyone knows sadness.
She was never diagnosed with emotion.
Everyone knows emotion.
She was never diagnosed with temporary heartbreak,
Everyone knows all those things.
She was diagnosed with something much, much worse.
Since then, she's suffered with such a terrible thing...
But for days..
Months of this <
Lying is Bad (A message to myself)Hello darling.Lying is Bad (A message to myself) in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever held a needle to your wrist?
Have you ever skipped a meal because you were hungry?
Have you ever punched your stomach before falling asleep?
Have you ever felt wrong, because you told someone you were okay? (After all, lying is bad.)
Have you ever rocked back and forth without realizing, until someone else told you to stop?
Have you ever slammed your head against your wall so you might forget your situation?
Have you ever cried in a thunderstorm so no one would hear your cries for help?
Have you ever worn long sleeves and said it was because you were chilly... then felt horrible? (After all, lying is bad.)
Hello darling, I know you have.
But remember, you're strong. You're worthy.
You're more powerful than your sadness.
You are incredible.
You have been through more than you know,
And fought through more than you know...
And you've survived much more than you know.
You are going to make it.
You are going to push through this.
You are going to
Well, Honey...You think depression is a choice?Well, Honey... in Free Verse More Like This
Do you think I choose
To feel worthless?
To feel empty,
To feel sick to my stomach because I think too much?
To feel broken,
To feel hopeless,
Angry at myself..
To feel suicidal, sometimes without knowing a reason?
To feel the need to lay in bed all day,
Without moving a muscle,
Because getting up would just make me want to fall back down?
Depression is never a choice.
You don't choose depression.
Depression chooses you.
We don't need ignorant people to choose us, too.
Silly GirlSilly girl,Silly Girl in Free Verse More Like This
Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not understand the beauty
Of your ability to feel?
Whose grin’s so bright,
Why do you wish to change?
A soul with no emotion
Would appear to be quite strange.
Whose face is dull,
Why do you live this myth?
You choose to be a shadow,
Smashing daisies with your fist.
With wounds and scars,
Why have you chosen this death?
No, sinking into your own grave
Would be better than such regret.
You’ve started to feel,
Just recently you’ve started to cry.
You’ve been down this path again and again,
With a pain you’re designed to deny.
Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not remember the torture
Of being unable to feel?
What Happened?I used to think make upWhat Happened? in Free Verse More Like This
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.
I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.
I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.
I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.
What happened to being
Always tomorrowForgive me if I askAlways tomorrow in Free Verse More Like This
But it's only because I care
Please don't be so hard on yourself
Sometimes it's more than I can stand
If you didn't know
I can sense your feelings easily
When you're sad, I'm sad
When you're happy, I'm happy
But today you were disapointed
So I can't help but feel it too
I don't want you to feel this way
So I just wanted to tell you
There is always tomorrow
To try again
And who knows maybe
It'll be better all the same
Never give up
And walk with a frown
Look to the bright side
Holding your head high
I'm not sure if I helped
But I can say I tried
Just know that I care
And love you as well
If I Should ChooseIf I should choose to remove the MaskIf I Should Choose in Free Verse More Like This
Will all my life I know I have lied
For those to see who I really am
And discard the way I hide
If I should choose to let them see
Will my scars of my life so carefully covered
For them stare in awe or disgust
And my big shell slowly uncovered
If I should choose to be myself
Will my actions hurt my family and friends
For them to be upset is truly nervewreaking
And my tears would surely descend
If I should Choose to return to the Mask
Will I be known as the coward
For what if this is the one way
And only way for me to go forward?
Believe in the StarsBelieve in the StarsBelieve in the Stars in Free Verse More Like This
So from what I have heard
You have been losing faith
Been having a hard time with passion
And your problems are great
Times are getting harder
And the stress keeps growing
Don’t want to be here
But still do at the same time
If you don’t have anything to believe in
And can’t believe in others or in me
Look up to a clear night’s sky
And believe in what you see
All those little dots
That flicker and shine
Can be every part of your soul
So beautifully combined
You are not the past
You are not any mistake
You cannot mend what you did not break
You are better than your bloods history
And since you cannot always see
What the night has to offer
Take these little stars
And sleep more at ease
SuicideBitter is the cold wind,Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
nothing's warm about it.
It tells the horrid truth,
that death is nearby.
And there is no hope,
in trying to outrun it.
Not even a chance,
well maybe if you could fly.
Sharp is it's pain,
though she doesn't panic.
She has fallen onto death,
the sidewalk painted her shade of red.
This was her decision,
for she knew it would be quick.
Someone could've stopped her,
but it's to late for now she's dead.
One day she had enough,
of living her lie.
She had problems you see,
she held everything inside.
So today was the day,
she decided to die.
Today was the day,
she commited Suicide.
Come Into My HeadI can see you there,Come Into My Head in Free Verse More Like This
Pearing in from the outside.
You want to know how I think and believe,
Well don't just stand there come inside.
Come Into My Head,
see my world spin.
Come Into My Head,
see more than my words in pen.
I can see you hardly care,
I'm just a waste of your time.
But you don't know who I really am,
Pay me for my every thought, only a dime.
Come Into My Head,
See the crack in my soul.
Come Into My Head,
See if you can make me whole.
You want a piece of my mind,
just shut up and get out.
You think you know me,
But I'm a different person all throughout.
Song of a ThirdSong of a ThirdSong of a Third in Free Verse More Like This
Song of a Third
In the form of a triangle
Able to be harmonized
If sung from different angles
Sounds that are so sweet
Flats and sharps in all
Until one little high note
Really began to fall
One corner became weak
Voice cracking in the air
Changing the lyrics
Making everything seem unfair
Take two away from the three
And you will always end up with one
Only two hearts have victory
Leaving the last with none
On an empty plain field
The triangle is now a dot
Unable to sing anymore
Despising the pain a lot
It was the odd one out
No room for its voice anywhere
Let alone its unconditional love
Love it could no longer bear
The Song of a Third
Is now one of sorrow
The corner hoping the others will return
If not today, maybe tomorrow…
Look at meI'm just a girl.Look at me in Free Verse More Like This
Full of lost dreams.
Filled with a broken heart.
I wanted a life, with what I wanted.
I wanted to be an amazing person.
Be a singer, an actor, an artist.
Express myself in all sorts of ways.
But all I can do is write.
Try and use my words.
Have no one to understand them.
No one really bothers to see what I write.
Attempt to dig at me for information.
I want so much, for me to be able to let everyone in my mind.
To let all know how exactly I think and feel.
Then again, if I did such a thing, I would have no one.
That word always seems to haunt me.
Remind me that I should be happy with what I have.
And I am.
Look at me, I even believe my lie.
Are We Not Enough...?I'm sitting still again, just staring at the bright screen, always wondering," Are we not enough?"Are We Not Enough...? in Sketches More Like This
"Maybe..." Comes his smoth voice, walking up behind me from nothing, always is in orange shirt with blond in his eyes.
"Maybe what?" I hear myself ask him, turning from the screen, from all the words that make me doubt myself.
He looks me down with his bright eyes, motioning for me to get up, "Maybe we aren't enough." Is his correction.
My shoulders droop, along his my back while I slump in the chair, my eyes averting his gaze, "That's...what I thought..."
I hear his clothes rustle, as he kneels in front of me, lifting my chin up to see tears spilling over my cheeks, and he stands me up to hold me against him.
"We don't if we are or not." He whispers, rubbing my back as I dry face in his shirt, leaning against him weakly.
"But I just want..." I start, choking midsentence before continuing, "I just want to be sure she knows that I'm here for her, for anything."
Speak...PleaseSpeak your mind,Speak...Please in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me your thoughts,
I don't care what I might hear,
I just want you all to be fine.
Just let me in,
Only for a second,
What's the point of it then,
For me being your friend.
I want to help,
It's my function you see,
I have to at least know,
Or try to make it better.
I can keep quiet,
Not blurt out what isn't to be repeated,
CrushAll of my emotionsCrush in Free Verse More Like This
are in a jumble,
And when I try to talk
my words all fumble.
My feelings for you
are undoubtably growing,
But do you feel for me
if I don't tell you there's no knowing.
So this poem is my confession
because my hands will not hush,
For you are so much more
you are my Crush.
Elle and Mias: Chapter 10Elle was trembling as she watched the scene before her unfurl. She had no idea what to do. She believed Mias deserved a good wallop and a stint in prison, but not death. The uncharacteristic expression of pain and torment didn't suit the dark featured man at all.Elle and Mias: Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh God, please stop this," she said in a whisper. Mias' death would mean she'd be trapped in this world for the rest of her life. Even if she ran away, she could cling to the hope that she might one day see the streets of her home town again and the faces of her family. If he died, so did her hope.
"The title of head of the family is mine Mathias!" Elias declared as he raised his dagger.
Mias glared at him, refusing to bow his head in acceptance to this fate. He refused to be murdered in such an ugly manner. But what could he do? His entire right side was paralyzed and his left wasn't feeling much better. He could barely move or summon the strength to cast a spell. He was losing blood too quickly to think clearly. For the fir
Elle and Mias: Chapter 23"Nn " Elle groaned as she came to. Her neck ached where Elias had struck her pressure points, causing to lose consciousness, but she couldn't bring her arms up to massage the pain away as her wrists were bound behind her back by some sort of cloth binding. She managed to sit herself upright and noticed something furry brushed up against her leg. Elle gasped and scooted upward toward the large figure slumped over beside her. "Abernos!"Elle and Mias: Chapter 23 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Stag didn't respond.
"Abernos! Abernos, wake up!" She nudged her head down against his shoulder.
Finally, she heard him groan wearily as he regained consciousness. He blinked his green eyes a few times before turning to Elle with a rather confused look on his face. "Elle?"
"Are you alright?" Elle asked immediately.
"I think so," Abernos replied as he sat up and noticed his arms were tied behind his back as well. "What the heck? Elle, what's going on?"
"I don't know, the last thing I remember was seeing Elias Wait, weren't you just in the ma
Elle and Mias: Chapter 14The moment Mias and Elle entered their quaint little room in the local inn, the sorcerer's confident demeanor fell and he stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on top of it. He was breathing heavily and holding his shoulder. Pain surged through his entire body, the effects of the pain relief medicine he took earlier that evening were wearing off and he couldn't bear to maintain his smug composure.Elle and Mias: Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle folded her arms across her chest and sighed. She had predicted he'd once again do something reckless to save his pride, but this was so plainly idiotic that Elle questioned his sanity. Still, it wouldn't sit well with her if she let him suffer, no matter how much a part of her desired it.
Mias' fingers fumbled with a vial he pulled out of his robes. He uncorked the tube and downed the contents eagerly, despite the bitter taste of the medicine. He wiped the excess fluid from his lips and rolled onto his back. He took control of his breathing and within a few minutes the pain soothed away
Elle and Mias: Chapter 12"Lord Elias, I must insist that you cease this," Duncan said while watching his master practice his knife handling techniques on a most unfortunate tree. "Your wound may reopen "Elle and Mias: Chapter 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elias paid no attention to Duncan's warnings. He whittled away at the tree trunk until the boughs couldn't take it anymore. The trunk snapped and fell to the ground, defeated. Elias grinned while panting heavily, the bandages wrapped around his abdomen slowly turning red across his gut. He grit his teeth in pain and fell over, holding his injured stomach.
"Lord Elias," Duncan knelt at his side and moved Elias' hands to tend to him. "Please sir, there's no need to force yourself."
"He's not dead! I can feel it! I failed to kill that bastard!" Elias panted as his dark eyes stared into the deep abyss of Duncan's. "I won't rest until I've burnt and pissed on his corpse!"
"Yes sir, but if I may speak honestly, you have no hope of killing him if you're half dead yourself."
"Don't mock me you blood sucker!"
Elle and Mias: Chapter 20Elle's fingers slowly turned her teacup around in her hands that afternoon as she watched the horses in the pasture. The owners of the estate, a middle aged couple who bred and trained horses as a full time hobby, offered them lunch on the veranda, which Mias and Elle gratefully accepted.Elle and Mias: Chapter 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ares had been unhitched from the coach and allowed into the pasture with the other horses, but his sights remained focus on the white mare he had been introduced to earlier. He trotted behind her, whinnying and trying to catch her attention, but the mare never once replied and simply kept putting distance between them.
"She doesn't seem to care for him at all," Elle commented.
"The owners told me she was a difficult filly to break," Mias said before chewing on a bit of bread.
"Maybe she just doesn't like the idea of being forcibly paired with a mate she barely knows," Elle suggested, her tone hinting at the parallels between the horse and herself.
Mias looked at her for a moment before chuckling, "I s
Elle and Mias: Chapter 5Elle was amazed how fast her legs were still willing to carry her. Her lungs once again were on fire as she ran without controlling her breathing. She ran in a nearly straight line, every once in a while having to weave around a tree or jump over a bush. She contemplated stopping and hiding, knowing very well Mias would catch her if the brothers were unsuccessful in detouring him. For as much faith as she placed in them, she wasn't about to underestimate Mias' abilities.Elle and Mias: Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She slowed her pace as she scoured the trees for one that looked easy enough to climb and hide herself in. She was grateful the clothes Abernos had given her blended in well with the foliage. She finally spied a tree with a low lying branch and she latched onto it, walking her legs up the trunk until she could wrap them over another branch and pull herself up. She climbed up a few yards, enough to be out of sight, but enough to keep in sight what was on the forest floor.
She didn't need to wait long to hear the thunder
Elle and Mias: Chapter 19"Oh, wow " Elle's mouth stood agape as she poked her head out the carriage window as they approached the city by the sea.Elle and Mias: Chapter 19 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A breath of healthy wind blew past her face and Elle found her heart nostalgic for her homeland, for only a moment. The air was crisper, cleaner than the polluted clouds that too often hung over England and brought only gray weather. Here the sky was bright blue with hardly any clouds reflecting in the crystal clear water.
It seemed almost mysterious for a place to hold such beauty while supporting a populous Elle would guess numbered in the tens of thousands. Wooden docks outlined most of the shore line as Ares trotted into the city along the coastal road. Facing the docks were several two and three story buildings whose ground floors all seemed to be devoted to business. Elle could smell the pungent stink of a fish stand, the gentle aroma of a bakery, and of course the merry scent of a pub and its happy patrons.
"The main thoroughfare is primarily filled with
Elle and Mias: Chapter 1Elle felt her body being pulled swiftly through nothingness by an unseen force. Still unable to scream, the only sound she heard was her own heart beating wildly. A blast of air halted the pulling sensation and before she knew it, her bottom came to rest on something soft.Elle and Mias: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The veil of blackness lifted as her surrounding came into focus. She looked down to find herself seated on the edge of a king sized mattress complete with a four post bed frame, canopy, and matching curtains. Several large pillows lay in front of the headboard and gladly welcomed Elle's spinning head as she collapsed backward.
To the right side of the bed was a white marble table adorned with a decorative vase filled with fresh roses. She could tell they had only recently been picked from the sweet scent they wafted into the room. It was a welcoming and calming scent that soothed her jumbled mind.
To the left was a large window that let it bright starlight and moonlight alike. The sky itself was a velvety dark blue a
Elle and Mias: Chapter 3The clear morning transitioned into a cloudy grey afternoon with a chill wind that held a distant promise of rain. Elle sat in a chair looking out the window, her thoughts focused on just how she should make her escape. While it would be in her advantage to wait until nightfall, she didn't know these lands and not being able to see properly would surely get her lost.Elle and Mias: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Instead, she'd wait until it started raining so any tracks she made would be washed away. She'd repel down the side of the building using the bed sheets tied together and then run as fast as she could away from this place. Not an entirely complicated plan, but simplicity often proved to be far more useful. Now all Elle needed was nature's cooperation.
"Elle," she heard from outside her door before it opened and Mias leaned his head in. "Might you be interested in a tour of my lovely abode?"
"Come now, staring out a window for hours on end is hardly entertaining." He strode into the room and approached her side. "Avoi
Elle and Mias: Chapter 4Elle awoke the next morning pleasantly refreshed. Though her lungs still stung from breathing heavily in the cold air, it was the price of freedom and it was worth every raspy breath. She sat up and yawned, stretching her arms up the quilts fell from her body and it was then Elle realized she was naked. Well, she still had her underwear on, but other than that she was bare skinned.Elle and Mias: Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She heard the light clinking of china and slowly turned her head to see Abernos standing with a tray of food and tea. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly agape with a tomato red blush on his cheeks.
"EEK!" Elle shrieked and pulled the covers back up over her body.
Abernos cried out too and quickly turned himself around. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare!"
"W-Where are my clothes?" Elle blushed.
"Th-They were soaked so we took them off and hung them up to dry near the fire. They should be dry by now." Abernos set the tray down and crab walked over to the fireplace in the corner of the small room. O
snow melting in midair.there are no words left in her system.snow melting in midair. in Short Stories More Like This
she's beyond alone, and shivering cold. lying curled up naked next to her toilet she begs her unreliable god to let her sleep. she has vomit through her hair and she smells of cheap wine and stale cigarettes.
she feels violated and disgusting, and won't stop telling herself she's a failure.
[but gorgeous, dark haired honey, look at you,
he cries in the shower so no one will hear him. all he can feel is hot mist filling his lungs and cold air falling over his skin from the open door. he lets the water drip down and over his open lips, as he reminds himself how horrible he is.
he falls to his knees and then to his side and the numbness kicks in, the terrible aching pain but the inability to cry, to eat, to sleep.
he tells himself he loves her. he loves her. he loves her.
[but pale boy, what do you know
the roof is spinning and the she tells herself the more she takes the faster she'll fall asleep. they're small - easy to swall
nine things i missnine: i miss the way you smell, the way you used to kiss me goodnight and the way your unshaved stubble would feel against my six year old skin. i miss the excited misery of your presence, the way you loved me but made me cry.nine things i miss in Short Stories More Like This
eight: i miss the way i'd lay in the dark, not quite sleeping, just so i could listen to you and mum talk. and then when she left, the way you'd fiddle with the strings on your guitar as if the notes somehow filled the empty space that hangs in the air where her sullen voice used to linger.
seven: i miss the way the wet grass used to feel between my toes and the way our neighbor's cinnamon doughnuts used to taste so much better when i ate them staring at the sky on top of my tree house. i was only eight, but i knew there was something special about everything back then and i miss that hope, that security.
six: i miss his house, the one with the fig tree and the hill in the back yard. the one with the old washing line that we'd all hang off as he'd push us around
secrets in your pockets - chey, you,secrets in your pockets - c in Teen More Like This
you're that one with the secrets in your pockets and the penny-copper eyes that i try to avoid. in homeroom, i asked for a show of hands for who else thought you were beautiful [it was unanimous]. and you say you don't know? you say you don't understand? just let me tell you what goes on in my head:
the crack between my lips is painted with vanilla cherry but is chipped to pieces and needs yours pressed against them to come back to life. my inbox is lonely and missing your texts. my eardrum misses your voice, my eyes miss your face breathing oh so close to mine in ijusthadthekissofmylife gasps. and i'm just tired of missed chances and you missing my calls.
maybe you should move on. hes always going to have those secrets folded and hidden in his pockets and in his fingerprints and the dirt beneath his nails. youre never going to find out what they mean and hes never going to pour them out at your feet and beg for forgiveness.
hell never learn to
bright eyes - collabtheres a girl whose lips taste like a half moon and her fingers like the sun, just two minutes and thirty three seconds before dawn. you know the way you feel, when youre standing outside in the near-dark with a cold chest and cold toes, waiting for the sun to appear from behind the horizon. when theres a whisper in the leaves and murmurs from the grass, and the mud; its filling the gaps between your toes and youre crying. it is just like her, you think. just like her fingers with cracked nails and calloused fingertips.bright eyes - collab in Teen More Like This
theres a girl whose got bright eyes and makes you think about eating tea and biscuits in houses with whitewashed walls. she makes you think that maybe the clouds are dreams but then it rains and you want to disappear; sink into nothingness. shes oh so beautiful with her vicious thoughts and destructive tendencies, but the worst thing though, is the way she always smells of paint. of aerosol cans and pretty colours, and the way
on growing upit will happen like this;on growing up in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
one day you will be so tired of yourself and the rolling days and the sleepless nights, and you've never liked coffee before but you'll take it and you'll mix in four sugars and you'll wince with every sip but you'll drink it all. then each step is a little lighter, and the mornings a little less cold and suddenly you'll realise you've forgotten what it felt like to just be awake all by yourself.
and one day you'll cry at school and all the people walking past won't stop and your friends won't have the right words like they used to. you'll sit and you'll shake until your tears have bled you of everything that you've got, and suddenly you'll realise you don't even have the energy to be sad anymore. and you'll go home with tear streaked cheeks and your mother won't ask you what's wrong and you'll go to bed and you'll realise that maybe there's more comfort in darkness and silence than you've ever known before.
it will be the weekend and you'll come home alone an
illusionists and wanderers.she sets her cold cup of coffee down and leans back into the beige couch that smells of rain and spilt wine and frames the blank wall of her loungeroom. she lets the noise from the television wash over her as she breathes slowly and heavily, trying not to take anything in.illusionists and wanderers. in Short Stories More Like This
she lays out her clothes for the night; setting them down on the edge of her lonely double bed, that reminds her of men and lonliness. she doesn't mind too much; the smell keeps her company on week nights when nothing else will. she falls from her weak knees onto the bed and as she lays back into the musty blankets she wonders why she even bothers any more.
she pulls dark eyeliner from an open cupboard, and as she closes it, the mirror relfects a golden, honey face that she doesn't recognise. her hair isn't blonde enough; it's never, ever blonde enough. and her eyes, oh her eyes are small and tired, and have lost their shine. who the fuck will ever love this mess? she lines her eyes and has two shots o
maybe in the morning,-maybe in the morning, in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
she remembers watching the sunset from her father shoulders and thinking that it was as if the sun was dying. as if its long life was slowly falling away behind the skyline and that it sprayed colors across the ever-darkening sky to remind people that death is a beautiful thing. that in the morning, a new sun would rise and everything will be bright.
when she dies, she wants to go out like a sunrise. she wants people to watch in awe as she changes everything just one last time and makes death beautiful.
she's older now, and she imagines that death is like being awake at night; the comforting silence and the dark that accompanies it. feeling like you're nowhere, that nothing exists. on the outside, everything will be like a sunset but on the inside of death you'll be alone, but you'll be safe and nothing will hurt you.
then a new sun will rise in your place as you watch the colors of the sunrise that you ever so often forgot about. this new sun will warm the hearts of your mourners
5.00there is no fucking metaphor5.00 in Free Verse More Like This
for the way you tear me apart
it's something like lightning
ripping through the sky,
but also like the way
when spring comes - two.its a beautiful thing to witness, the beginning of new life. i think thats why i liked autumn so much. because i knew, that after the cold and after everything was finished dying and decaying, it would all come back even more beautiful than it was before. it was a hopeful time of year, in a way. it made me happy. besides, everything always seemed so warm in autumn. the warm tones that paraded across the trees made everything seem cosey and cute. it made me aware of the fact that winter was just around the corner, but it was as if things weren't going to be as bad as they were the year before, even though they alway were.when spring comes - two. in Short Stories More Like This
but right now, i think i was being born again. being born into a new being that revolved around this messy-haired, wide-eyed, wild boy. i think it was the begging of a new life, and it was as beautiful to witness as i could ever imagine. it makes me wonder what i miss sometimes, when im too busy to pay attention. maybe i could have witnessed the unfurling of a flower,
can't talk about it nowi sit on the end of her bed and watch her braid her hair.can't talk about it now in Short Stories More Like This
she's beautiful in the dim light from the lamp on the floor.
the way her dark tangelled hair falls around her shoulders makes my heart ache. if only i could run my fingers through it and show her how amazing she looks.
she has pale skin and red cheeks, wide eyes that are sometimes green and sometimes brown, and dark eyelashes that she wishes were longer.
she talks to me about love sometimes. tells me how she's too broken to care, too scared to want to. i tell her that love could heal her cuts and bruises if only she'd let it. but she won't.
if i could tell her how gently i'd handle her heart and for how long i'd hold onto her essence maybe she'd understand what love is about. but she's never really been in love has she? not like this.
we sit on her bedroom floor and drink whiskey from the bottle, her wasting away and me yearning for her to see what i do.
but soon enough we'll move apart and she'll cry for a week over having lost
NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter VNOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter V in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMON
Chapter V: "Son of a Hundred Maniacs"
Written by Diane N. Tran, with Abri Isgrig and Liz Hartley
Thirty-eight years ago.
Dressed in a tight pair of shabby overalls and striped shirt two sizes too large, his hair unkempt and in desperate need of a cut, a six-year-old boy sat on his knees in the playground sandbox at the Cincinnati Orphanage. His striking blue eyes studied a grey, scruffy-looking tabby cat that tip-toed towards him, as he held out an orange cheese puff to it. With a cautious sniff and a curious swing of its tail, the feline gawked at the boy for a moment with a pair of bronze eyes, licking its uneven whiskers eagerly, before it began craned its neck on nibble on the tip of the flavoured chip held between the boy's chub
NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter VIINOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter VII in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMON
Chapter VII: "Madonna and Child"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
Refreshed and, above all, satisfied, the gardener relaxed back on the inclined mattress of his hospital bed, his eyes half-lidded, his breathing leisurely and content, and allowed his body to surrender to the gratification, albeit self-gratification, that washed over him. It had been a long, long while. But his peace did not last long, as he jerked awake at the sound of a knock at the door. Quickly tossing two balled up tissues into the wastebasket beside his bed, he covered up with the blankets.
See no evil, think no evil.
"Good evening, Frederick," came a sweetened voice that sent chills down his spine for reasons he couldn't explain: It was that Christ bitch again. It was Sister Mary Helena.
And this time
The Secretary and the Scientist, Chapter IIIThe Secretary and the Scientist, Chapter III in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
THE AVENGERS: THE SECRETARY AND THE SCIENTIST
Chapter III: "Remembering the Cause"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
As Pepper and Bruce walked arm-in-arm together out of the front door of Stark Tower, she was looking forward to enjoying their brisk stroll into Central Park with a cone of sweet creamery at hand. She loved Central Park. It was a pleasant escape from the concrete jungles, office hallways, and cubicle rat mazes of the workplace. She enjoyed feeling the bright sun beam upon her face. She enjoyed breathing in the fresh air of the rare patches of green provided. She enjoyed the shade of the tall trees. She enjoyed hearing the gentle babbling of the brook where the swans could be seen gliding across its surface, the cooing of pigeons being fed upon the sidewalks, and the laughter of children playing on jungle gyms.
But the str
14 Days of Unromantic Films, Part I14 Days of Unromantic Films, Part I in Reviews & Guides More Like This
14 DAYS OF UNROMANTIC FILMS
PART I: "Cruelty in Black and White (and Technicolour)"
Written by Diane N. Tran
Let me tell you a little story: In Rome, a few centuries ago, there was a priest and a ruler. The ruler didn't like the fact that nobody was enlisting in the army because they were all happy in love and married, so he got rid of marriage. The priest, upset by this, performed "illegal" weddings. When the priest was found out, he was stoned and beaten with clubs. However, that didn't quite kill him, so they lopped off his head and stuck it on a pike in the city square. And that's why we celebrate St. Valentine's Day...
Yes, it's February and, on the fourteenth of this month, is Valentine's Day. I'm a thirty-year-old woman who is still single, still a virgin, and still never had a boyfriend and I'm surrounded by all kinds of friends and family attached to partners. I get poked and prodded by
A Writer's Meltdown: A Hopeless Outlook on FandomA Writer's Meltdown: A Hopeless Outlook on Fandom in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A WRITER'S MELTDOWN: A HOPELESS OUTLOOK ON FANDOM
Written by Diane N. Tran
Today, I had skimmed through the typical "fanfiction" at a forum: It was one I had no taste for, one where there was no plot, no character development, no thought, no creativity, one of those average, mediocre writings where 98% of fan-writers attempt to write porn for porn's own sake by using "fuck me and fuck me hard," which just left me with a nasty taste in my mouth. Usually, these things wouldn't bother me as a rule, but what puzzled me was the numerous responses of nosebleeds and drools in the comment section and I began to question the concept of "fandoms":
Is really the audience I have to brown-nose to in order to get views from, to get comments from, to get critiques from? Is this what people really honestly want from fiction? Why do people say they don't want Mary Sues, but create them anyway? Why do p
The Case of the Outwitted Detective, Chapter IIIThe Case of the Outwitted Detective, Chapter III in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
THE GREAT MOUSE DETECTIVE: THE CASE OF THE OUTWITTED DETECTIVE
Chapter III: "Transposition"
Dramatised by Diane N. Tran
The both of us were startled at the presence of someone else in the room.
"Your door was open," said the cloaked figure, matter-of-factly, "so I did not see the need to knock, nor to stand out in the rain."
Shedding off the hood of her cape from her head and brushing the damp wisp of hair away from her eyes, there she stood — tall, graceful, and queenly. She had entered so gently that we may never had heard her if it were not for the music of her voice. We were motionless, as if time had stood still for a moment, and she spoke again, as clear as a crystal bell:
"Am I interrupting? I believe I have an appointment."
"Miss Relda, welcome!" I fumbled, as I hurried to shut the door.
With a smile, she extended her hand to me in a pleasant greeti
NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter VINOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter VI in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMON
Chapter VI: "Dirty Little Secret"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
He had awakened from a restless sleep at the cool, gentle touch of a hand, not his own, caressing his fevered brow. He could hear the steady beeps of the medical equipment around him and feel the slow drips of the IV tubing underneath his skin. Filling his lungs with air with a heavy amount of effort, the gardener shifted uneasily against the pillow and swallowed thickly a cough. His mouth was parched. His flesh felt hot and clammy. His entire body felt heavy, as if weighed down by boulders. Everything felt numb. His eyes squinted to focus through the drug-fueled haze before him, but couldn't. It was too bright to see. He could, however, make out a silhouetted figure of what appeared to be a woman.
REPO: Et In Arcaerdia Ego, Chapter IIREPO: Et In Arcaerdia Ego, Chapter II in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA: ET IN ARCÆDIA EGO
Chapter II: "Ecce Arcædia"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
City of the Dead.
Never has there been a place so aptly named.
There was an idea of the City once — a glittering, beautiful, shining thing with hopes and dreams — but it was not meant to be. The Wars had changed that and left its imprint everywhere: The Plague devoured half the population. The oceans rose and swallowed much of the world. Land became a precious commodity. It was a City of Nightmares, of glass and steel that blossomed towards the perpetual darkness aloft and the noxious pollution abound from the Dead, rotting and festering inches below the earth. It was a City of Disease — a virulent, spreading infection, a wasteland of sickness, that squatted upon its putrid foundations, twisting its tentacles
Reboots Welcomed?: The New 52Reboots Welcomed?: The New 52 in Academic Essays More Like This
REBOOTS WELCOMED?: THE NEW FIFTY-TWO
Written by Diane N. Tran
Yesterday, on Wednesday, August 31st, DC Comics scrapped its entire publishing line for September in order to reinvigorate itself with a reboot or a relaunch, as they're calling it. This historic event consists of the release fifty-two first issues in a span of one month, starring rejuvenated versions of its iconic comic book heroes, such as Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, etc, and a storyline that had been previously rebooted twenty-five years earlier in CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTH. Fan reaction has been mix, from massive issues like the paraplegic Oracle walking out of her wheelchair to the tiniest issues like Wonder Woman having retractable pants.
While I personally disapprove, strongly and pessimistically, of this reboot for countless reasons that are my own, the NEW FIFTY-TWO has started with a bang, whether good or bad and is, t
Human Target: Finding the Perfect RingHuman Target: Finding the Perfect Ring in Short Stories More Like This
HUMAN TARGET: FINDING THE PERFECT RING
Written by Diane N. Tran, with Abri Isgrig
Junior gave a look of utter dismay, as he got off the phone with Old Man to confirm that the target was eliminated, watching his partner-in-crime and sworn brother lift the hand of a female corpse to examine a large ring upon her bloody finger.
"Sweet ice," said Harrison, as he pulled the expensive band off the woman's cold digit, cleaning the blood off with her sleeve, and admired it under the light.
It was an oval-cut sapphire of the deepest blue with fourteen petal-like diamonds surrounding it on a band of white gold. It was a work of art.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"She doesn't need it anymore, bro," his friend glanced at him without a tinge of remorse or guilt.
"Maybe not, but it's sick all the same," cringed Junior, as he threw a bag of weapons over his shoulder. "I'd