This is a six word storyThis is a six word story:This is a six word story in Free Verse More Like This
I just pretend to be profound
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
AddictionAddiction:Addiction in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The lights are out and I'm feeling manic
My heart is thumping in a shivering panic.
It's like I'm hitting, my all time low;
How many more; do I have to go?
Hello, hello, can you hear me speak?
I'm afraid my voice is getting weak.
My screams and sounds are growing quiet;
I need those pills; I'm growing tired...
Without them I'm colourless, just an empty face
Oh no, oh no, I'm in a dirty place...
I don't know how and I don't know why;
But it's just so hard to say goodbye.
When you need a feeling, when you need a high;
It's really easy to tell the lie:
'I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just a trial!'
But you can't hear, your own denial...
"Hello, hello, how low will you go?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th May 2012
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He sat in his corner
Like a cold winter horror
The child that has turned out this way...
As a boy he was painted
By your lies he was tainted
Now in the devil's grip he'll stay...
Though you plead as you might
You've caused your own plight
I'm afraid that you die tonight...
It's a pitiful sight
When things are set right
For only in death can you see this light...
"Now then, move along sir, I've got other souls to welcome to hell..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th April 2012
The SadistThe Sadist:The Sadist in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love it most when they scream in pain;
Cliched as that might sound.
Their tearful pleading exhilarates me;
Especially when they are unbound...
I adore the feeling of letting them run
In the knowledge that they won't get away.
I'm afraid that once you enter my lair;
You are simply here to stay...
My greatest joy is in wresting confessions
For in pain they admit to any crime.
How many times have they renounced their devils
Squealing all the time...
A white hot poker, can work such wonders
The tightest of tongues will turn to slack.
I like to hold it against their flesh;
Until it blisters, chars and goes utterly black...
The smell of flesh that has been branded by iron
Is purer than the air in the highest of peaks.
The kind of refreshment I need to find;
Is something obtained from the weak...
My favourite victims are the witchling girls;
For they are used to calling on magic.
Take that away they are but mewling kittens;
A fate which is r
How to Form A Metal BandHow to Form a Metal Band:How to Form A Metal Band in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Note: This is just a humour piece and is not a part of the appeal so just sit back and relax ^^
--Step One: Can you growl/be really high-pitched?--
a) Yes: Proceed to the next step
b) No: Find a new job
--Step Two: What does your growl/shriek sound like?--
a) OO-WAH-Ah-Ah-Ah: You are mentally unsound, proceed to heavy or death metal
b) SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: You are a viking wannabe, proceed to power or heavy metal
c) IIIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: Demons possess your throat, proceed to death or black metal
d) *Unintelligibly high shrieking noise*: You might have been born in a dirty cradle, proceed to black or power metal
e) ULULULULULULULULULU: Wrong genre, find a new job...
--Heavy metal: What do you like to sing/growl about--
a) I don't like to sing, I just like to growl: In that case find a female singer with a good voice so you can growl away while she sings. You may need to s
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
In Case You're BoredIn Case You're Bored:In Case You're Bored in Free Verse More Like This
For those who are bored with seeing teenage relationships on the FP. Here is a bonus, Disturbed-style, Chen piece to entertain you all.
What Lives Inside of Me:
Locked away inside
Dreaming of evil rising up in me
Let me play with your-
I will break through the walls of sanity
Leave me pure inside
Take away all of my humanity
Will I kneel before-
The corpses stained by the need for your sanctity?
Will you be mine? Or will I break you again-
The beast is swelling up inside of me
A temptuous lie, from the moment that you denied
The demon that you knew you grew to be
The swirling mist of a blood red fog...
Descending down upon this untamed dog...
Just wash away, the sins of man...
Blood red stains as I, held her rotting hand!
Awaken me! but leave me broken inside-
Colder sins that never left from me
The demon inside, is something I can't control
Kill him now before he drags y
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
your white blood cellsIn the city Safeway parking lotyour white blood cells in Free Verse More Like This
he turns catatonic. Throws his full weight
against the steering wheel so many times;
rigor-mortises his nails
into the underside of the seat
into the palms of his hands
until blood spreads under his nail-beds
and the upholstery screams.
The windows shake with the pitch
of our enduring silence.
He stares out at the rain,
curls his fingers around a metal pin
he pulls from his pocket;
hammering the horn so many times
I imagine his own words will
And at last,
he begins to breathe again.
"She's gonna die," he whispers.
"I know," I answer.
And I know
that we can't return to who we were
before this happened.
I try and take his hand,
and once he takes it, he won't let go.
When he squeezes my hand
I squeeze it back, tighter
when we finally peel our palms apart two hours later,
the imprint of an angel's wing
still carves its prayer into my skin,
God I miss you.
Poem For the Man - (Sara)I can tell your eyes beam when you speak of her.Poem For the Man - (Sara) in Free Verse More Like This
I can tell your heart aches like a rotting casket every time
I ask of her, but I know I have to. Because agony
often needs prompting if you're ever to begin the process of
unbinding the girdles wrapped about your knees.
I know your knees are heavy;
because your voice stumbled and buckled on the first hello
like you tripped over a dead body that had only ever
lived with regret;
because you paused and I felt the walls of your what if's and should have's
bump against my own like straining helium balloons.
I know colours and elasticity are just fanfares, another layer
of watered-down paint.
I know your soul bakes like it's still laid flat in Phoenix,
rusted, waiting to be ironed "man" again;
that the layers of your skin shrink and shrivel like bark
gasping to peeled from the sunburned surface of a tree;
that the lines on your palms seem to tally all the things you
have ceased to have done;
that the lines kissing each corner of
CascadiaRise like a ghost from bed,Cascadia in Free Verse More Like This
feel the hiss of cold water
into a porcelain mug,
take a sip and press my forehead
to the icy windowpane.
My sister settles in the other room.
She slips, inch by inch,
in, over, through, off
to the sound of
- the melancholy kind of stuff.
The stuff that makes artists burn.
I fall into an armchair
draw my pale, frigid feet up
with pen and paper
from under the muted telephone,
and attempt to catch the merit of
frightful, imaginary things.
Sleeping, at this point,
at the zenith,
is like catching
the darting shadow-lines
of car headlights
flooding the curtained room
with light and starkness.
It is like feeling a fever coming on,
and shivering, shaking cold.
Like laying as the poetry floods
swallowing as you allow it to
between the two strangers, from the two hemispheres of your mind
like sandpaper on wood
and the flakes it leaves behind.
I think about the man.
The one I saw two rooms over,
the only other person r
NothingWhen I heard,Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
I was ensnared in my marching band
and could not properly collapse
half-naked in the bathroom,
trying to knot my shoelaces
-friends and not-so-friendlys looking on-
as grief stuck me
straight in the stomach
again & again
until I cried:
on the bleachers,
in the dinner line,
crouched on the curb,
standing before the tree
pinned with pictures and white
my own newly hung ghost
untying itself in the wind
as I stared at the sillouette,
falling to my knees, fists clenching the
sure I had
nothing and simultaneously
Thoughts from BedlamI begin to mourn senselesslyThoughts from Bedlam in Free Verse More Like This
for things buried in the cracks in boxes
where I once stacked postcards and notebooks full of character-flaws.
A rotten film rolls beneath my finger:
particles of dust and the crumbling corpses of acorn maggots,
crumpled notes from middle school with love letters still fumbled between
"I slept on the school bus and had to walk half a mile back home.
It was raining and I was reading Fallout by that Hopkins lady;
I kept thinking that I liked her line breaks, and kept wondering
why the stars never eclipse like the sun."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"My mother wept because my sneakers were so muddy
and made me repeat our phone number until I could recite backwards.
I have yet to learn it forwards."
"That seems like a waste of a question…You can ask another…if you want."
"I wrote a poem. It's not really about you, just about life and pizza crusts
and how I never eat them in public because the sauce can get stuc
if by moonlightThe subway stretched farther than our shadows.if by moonlight in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A Myna Bird MelancholyIt seems my body is reminiscentA Myna Bird Melancholy in Free Verse More Like This
in ways I am not.
The moral high-ground of truth
or of destitution or of somber readiness
- of it, I am forgetful. And to be forgetful
is to have known the sleek,
shallow depth of dreams,
and to just as swiftly die,
as a myna bird melancholy
with its heart strung on a wire.
For to wake from dreams is
to strip the gizzards from one's own body
and to, thereby, insinuate the self
blind into the bowels of atrophy.
I am awake when one shouldn't be,
aghast and ralphing; retching my soul
out through my eardrums and eyes and orifices,
Because, honestly, what is there to live for?
I lose myself in the succorless centers of mine eyes;
the rapidity of a 2 am shower that pours over
the aching rheumatism of my bones,
streaming into the corroded exterior of my agony,
blood sucking at the drain.
Hours pass, but time seems to simply saunter by
unchanged, as my body clings to things
it craves to remember:
truth, destitution, memory itself
- any remnant of humanity.
*underageand I wonder, on*underage in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
coffin-flavored nights, why they
say drinking is bad.
woo the lackluster, tantalizing tableauThere must be a waywoo the lackluster, tantalizing tableau in Free Verse More Like This
to splatter a tub-full
of this much daylight
on other places
to capture the propensity of
the backyard gate to swing and sl
am in the same movement.
to tease the greatest painters
in the world with that sunset
- that one, right there, with
violet and olive green
and a dash of mulberry.
to plunge your hands into
the sound of leaves blowing
and the sight of them swirling on
their branches, and to close your eyes
and sense the change in the air currents
as the shadows blanket your face.
There must be a way
to do so
would make me feel safe,
a tad secure,
and positively necessary.
Body-SnatchedBody-bound,Body-Snatched in Free Verse More Like This
Whatever you want to call it,
I cannot disperse my lips;
cannot close my eyes to find those glimmers
they say are just on the brink of something else.
I want to capture them there
- between the freckle on my eyelid
and the swirl of my iris -
but they float, less than tangible, from me.
I cannot shift or resume
cannot lift my shoulders
or expose my legs to the same oxygen
the trees once breathed
because there are valleys full of rivers full of fish
full of pebbles in my way,
flooding the ruckus of my bare body
between left and right
and my knees when I step away.
I feel the need to run until the soles of my feet are sore
and my throat is freezer-burned;
to cast tomorrow behind me
in search of something I once knew how to do,
but I don't know where to run
And I can't find the stairs.
Yogfic - Back to Dino Park - Part 2 The incident in the park had been a few weeks ago. When he'd reached home, Lalna had been exhausted in such a way that he felt he could sleep for a full year.Yogfic - Back to Dino Park - Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
But of course, he just spent a full lazy day in bed, and then went back to work on his projects and went to help with the factory and with what little task someone might have for him.
Normally, he'd prefer to work on his own, but the shock he'd gotten had left him slightly shaken.
He'd taken a look at himself and even done some scans to look for any internal injury.
He was glad to find none.
However, he did feel a bit woozy from time to time and very uncomfortable.
Not only that but he'd lost his appetite and he had a very annoying itch just a little above his hip, on his back.
Ignoring this slightly as just the after affects of being shocked by high voltage, Lalna kept himself busy as possible. Today, he was helping Zoeya switch some old outdated computers with a few new ones that she'd
Yogfic - Different - Part9 Lalna had been dragged from memory to memory, watching his unfortunate childhood being cut shorter and shorter as he was forced to grow up in a world where people weren't very forgiving. Where differences and one's circumstance of birth meant shunning and punishment.Yogfic - Different - Part9 in Drama More Like This
It made the blond scientist sick.
He'd locked up these horrid memories so that he'd be able to forget the pain, but then this fake Ridge came along and told them they held some sort of answer?
He could hardly question anything anymore, so he went along with it, trying to keep himself from vomiting.
So far they'd passed by the memory of him first reading "Alice in Wonderland"; meeting Sjin; watching other children getting adopted by lovely people; going weeks without supper and countless times of when the oldest kids tormented and beat him up.
"Hm it seems we haven't gotten deep enough yet...We'll have to keep walking friend, so how about a traveling song?!" the fake exclaimed happil
Tears Sometimes Red finds Cormburskan looking blankly at a computer screen, tears freely running down his flushed cheeks.Tears in Short Stories More Like This
He doesn't know why the insane scientist starts crying. He never asked. He never will.
If Cormburskan wanted him to know, he would have told him already. If he does tell him, then let him take his time. Red does however wrap his arms around the crying man and let the other let out trapped sobs.
He does this because he understands and because he cares. Unlike some people, he really does.
There are times Red finds his friend crying in a different manner. He is smiling and crying at the same time, laughing hysterically and breaking things. Precious things that he himself invented with such care.
Those are the times Red is forced to restrain the scientist and drag him to his bed. From there on he'll pat the older man's shoulder and whisper that everything is ok and that he's there and won't leave him until he feels better.
Those tantrums of sorts t
Yogfic - Withering Away - Part4 It seemed that waking up in such a groggy and confused state seemed eerily familiar to Lalna. The last time it occurred hadn't been pleasant at all...Yogfic - Withering Away - Part4 in Drama More Like This
Shaking his head to try and clear it, the blond looked around. He regretted the shaking after he realized everything was spinning from the abrupt movement.
He'd probably been drugged before or after blacking out by those strange robotic birds, since he felt like he'd just drank about 30 barrels of Black Stuff.
When the dizzy spell went away, the scientist noticed that he wasn't alone. Xephos was beside him, slowly waking up as well.
Giving the confused spaceman a while to fully awaken, the blond looked at their surroundings.
They were in a sterile environment.
Shiny white iron walls and stone brick floor.
Near them was a little creak of water that kept them away from iron bars that seemed to be blocking their way to the exit of the strange room.
A prison perhaps? Maybe a dungeon?
Strange. Normally these types
Fixed Timelines Ridge had merged the timelines and successfully stopped the circle of madness that had gone on and on eternally.Fixed Timelines in Drama More Like This
It had been a great feat...Only it had some side effects...
Everyone retained the memories Ridge had cleansed them of. The horrible memories of what Israphel had done to them...What he'd turn them into.
Lalna remembered. He'd been engaged to Zoeya, they were going to be a family...Until Israphel had come and taken him away.
When he escaped, he'd been bitten by a zombie, which resulted in him turning and eating his dear fiancee alive.
He'd gotten some control soon after and in his grief, walked out into the sun to end himself.
It was sickening and the sense of loneliness intensified as much as is anger did.
He wanted Israphel dead more then anyone.
Sips; Sjin; Lomadia; Nilesy and The Railroad Bros. had died in their home town, turned into sand by Israphel's power.
They had been horrified and obviously displeased.
A Little Game to Pass the Time It was a fairly hot Sunday morning in Tektopia and at the Sipsco. Dirt Factory Compound, things were going fairly slow.A Little Game to Pass the Time in General Fiction More Like This
Neither one of the dirt traders felt motivated to work. The humidity and heat made the air too thick and heavy for their comfort and frankly, who really worked on Sundays anymore?
While Sjin was annoyed, Sips was irritated. He disliked this sort of weather, it made him slightly sweaty and sometimes it felt a bit hard to breath, specially when the humidity made his nose clog up.
Overall, he disliked feeling sticky and sweaty.
"Maybe a dip in the pool would make you feel better?" Sjin suggested.
The vampire shook his head. Not only did he think the pool needed to be expanded it also hadn't been properly cleaned up in ages.
What he could use was a cold drink . Or maybe something warmer.
"Actually I'm a bit thirsty." He said while glancing at his partner in crime.
The other already knew wher
Yogfic - Withering Away - Intro The last time Xephos had felt this bad, was when Red showed his true colors to him. The twisted and hateful side he'd never thought his twin had.Yogfic - Withering Away - Intro in Drama More Like This
That had been a few months ago.
Since then, things had been quite awkward around Honeydew Inc.; Blackrock Stronghold; Sips.Co and Owl Island.
Honeydew gave Lalna a vacation, Notch knows he really needed it to sort things out, while Rythian and Zoeya decided to band up with Ravs; Nilesy and Teep to explore the Nether. It was a perilous adventure, but to the group it would be refreshing after all the hours of pretending they hadn't just died horribly at the hands of two deranged madmen and a psychotic villain.
Lomadia had come to visit more often, Mr.Owl always keeping to her side not wanting her to be kidnapped once more, and the Sips.Co due had gone off to relax at the beach.
Honeydew stayed in his penthouse most of the time.
Everyone seemed to have their own way of cooping with what happened, all but
Yogfic - Withering Away - Part1 Xephos walked down the halls of his blond scientist friend's lab. From the thick layers of dust and the cobwebs, the spaceman could tell the other hadn't been cleaning much. Odd since Lalna liked to keep his castle pristine and presentable.Yogfic - Withering Away - Part1 in Drama More Like This
He would ask about it when he found the blond.
Lalna on the other hand was in his room, trying to find some clean clothing. Instead he found half eaten rotting fruit; dirty dishes, filthy clothing and even some critters.
His room was the perfect depiction of an overturned trashcan.
He didn't think his neat blue eyed alien friend would like to meet him when he smelled as bad as he did; had very greasy and unwashed hair and of course the fact he was wearing little atom pajamas. If he hurried, he could get dressed, put on some deodorant and dunk his head into a bucket of water to get rid of the filth.
No such luck.
His running about and shuffling with objects had attracted Xephos to his bedroom, and now he stoo
Yogpet Challenge - Not the Only One The next morning when you get up, you quickly scoop up the egg and go have breakfast. It's rare for you to start the day like that, since you will always check on your computer first. Today however, you feel slightly off.Yogpet Challenge - Not the Only One in Short Stories More Like This
You have a feeling this egg is important somehow and that you need to get answers. Normally you think better when you're on a full stomach, so yeah, eating would be better then sitting on your butt lazily while strolling through DA and Tumblr.
As soon as you finish your cereal, you say hello to your grandma and sit down in front of the computer. Your cat is asleep on the desk again, but you don't mind. She's adorable.
You log on and quickly begin to search for these strange eggs, but nothing comes up.
You soon realize you're just not looking in the right places, for DA has a lot of surprises for you today.
Many of your friends seem to have gotten an egg as well. Among them are Sigma and Werecat.
Zerere-The-Mummy: You also got one
The Yogscast Through The Multiverse - 2 Rythian knew they couldn't stay where they were. They had to go back to their home universe before they got in trouble, or worse. Killed.The Yogscast Through The Multiverse - 2 in Sci-Fi More Like This
There was no way for him to know if the Lalna of this world wasn't still hostile against him; that is, if there had even been a war in the first place.
There was a high chance of things having occurred differently in this alternate universe.
The three wondered around aimlessly, trying to think of a way to get out of their current mess.
They couldn't just hope that their Lalna would fix this mistake. It would probably take ages before he did so, that is, if he could even find them.
"Do you think we'll be stuck here forever?" Ravs asked. "I had a really important mayor meeting thingy going on you know...And I am kind of needed and stuff."
"Asking and whining won't help!" Zyluss said sharply. "We need to find a way to get home on our own! Maybe this world's Ridge can help? There's a chance
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.Love in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.
It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.
It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.
It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.
It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly.Opportunities in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.
Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life."
"What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed a long time ago. It is a thousand poniards wedged in the heart of a man who cannot die. It is the black tar on the soul of a woman who cannot breathe." He laughed bitterly, "Life is nothing but an opportunist. It drains your soul. And all it ever offers us in return, are opportunities of sadness and hardship."
"It also gives us a time to be happy and
FailureShe was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.Failure in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.
He fought with her all the way, telling her that they would never hurt him, but she had seen their wooden hands outstretching to wring his neck. When he spoke again, this time, calmer, he asked her, "What do you want from me?"
"Just your words."
"I lost my words a long time ago."
"I will help you find them, then."
"I never asked for your help."
"But you shall have it anyway."
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.Never Again in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"
The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think it was ten years ago."
"Is that because someone broke your heart?"
"It is because more than one person broke my heart."
"Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story."
ExcusesHe sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)Excuses in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she guides him back each time to the place where he is meant to be.)
He breaks like a fragile flower in the dust and the wind. (And she tells him he is too strong to be fragile ever.)
He fights like the last angel defending heaven. (And she gives him his swords and armor.)
He writes like the blood from the finest writer's heart. (And she reads his words with awe
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
Running Away"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.Running Away in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to build. He understood them to be a diamond, and the truth to be their diamond cutter, pulling away pretenses that shouldn't exist. And so, her voice lifted slowly.
"I'm afraid of the door when it shuts out the light. I'm afraid of the jolt my heart makes every time you look at me. I'm afraid of the park bench where my mother and I used to sit and don
Death"Do you fear death?"Death in Short Stories More Like This
The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute because it will never ever be yours."
"Do you fear death?"
A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night to hear a song, just to remind yourself, you're going to be all right? Over and over again until it doesn't work anymore."
"Do you fear death?"
The invisible chain linked through my fingers, and I closed my tired eyes, this time, hearing the impatience in th
After Words"I wish you would give it back to me."After Words in Free Verse More Like This
"Why? You'll just break it again."
"It's my heart. I will do whatever the hell I want with it."
"Yeah? Well, you take terrible care of things that are yours."
"Fine. Keep it. I am equal parts concrete and soul anyway."
"You say that, but I'm not entirely sure that you are. I think you're deep, and fragile and broken, and that makes you beautiful."
"Again, concrete and soul. "
"I wish you wouldn't make this so hard."
"So hard? I'm making this easy. You gave me dreams of half feathered swans and a stupid house on an endless beach and a city made of an ocean, and now you're taking it all away. But at least I had them for a while."
"Don't be that way."
"I am going to be awake every single night and wish for a shooting star, so I can wish upon that shooting star to wish thoughts of you away."
"I wish this could be easier on you. You gave me so much and so many too."
"So much of love and so many wishes?"
"No, so much wishing and so many love
In ThreesI was armed with half a deck of emotions, two thirds of a heart and eyes of a broken mirror that offered no protection to my soul. I wanted to talk about it often and whenever I needed to, the words would tangle in my mouth, come out as a compliment of a shirt, an idea that had no relevance, a conversation about the weather. I was eighteen. I wanted to be stronger, brilliant, bright like a comet in the sky. Instead, I learnt about how beds could be the most loathed places in the world, bathrooms were meant to be soaked in blood...and men with eyes like knives sometimes used them against people they loved.In Threes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was armed with shards of strength, a misplaced sense of determination and the kind of bravery that only the damned can have. Words haunt, especially when all you have to your name is a broken little mind, a need for validation and an honest fear of losing someone you love. I was twenty. I wanted to make sure that the world around me realised I existed, I wanted to shine for my sake,
UnexpectedSo I kinda,Unexpected in Free Verse More Like This
sorta like you
a lot more than
I had originally planned
Broken Yet Holding OnYou just don't get it do you?Broken Yet Holding On in Free Verse More Like This
The fact that I love you is a miracle...
I have next to no faith in males
all they've done is make me feel
horrible about myself.
There's a reason I always hesitate
to say I love you.
I'm afraid I'll mean it.
Overcoming Insecurities"I just don't understand."Overcoming Insecurities in Short Stories More Like This
"I just don't. There's no reason in the world for you to feel the way you do!"
"Why are you yelling at me? I can't control this!"
"You know you can. Now stop this nonsense. It's ridiculous."
"Niki... You're beautiful. How many times will I have to tell you that before you actually believe me?"
"Don't. Yes you are. And the whole undeserving of love thing. If there is one person that I think deserves to be loved more than anyone, it's you. You, Nikita."
"Why should I? I won't stop until you do. C'mon you know you're beautiful. I know you know. And just
because no one else can see just how wonderful you are it shouldn't give you any reason to think you don't deserve to be loved."
"You're not going to leave this alone are you?"
"No. I will tell you this every day until you believe me. I love you and I'm not going to continue letting
you think this.
NothingI miss himNothing in Free Verse More Like This
I miss being held by him
I miss the feeling of safety
I miss the feeling of being loved
the feeling that nothing in the world
could take him away from me.
Deal With ItIn case you haven't noticedDeal With It in Free Verse More Like This
and slamming of doors
the trying to threaten me
and anything else you want to try
I will never be the girl
you want me to be.
Deal with it.
Please Don't Take This AwayI can still remember itPlease Don't Take This Away in Free Verse More Like This
Every word exchanged
And every silent moment
Every time I lay in his arms
Looking in to his eyes
As he looked in to mine...
I can still remember it all
I can still smell him
The scent lingers
Taking over my senses...
I can still smell him
I can still feel it
Every little touch and caress
Of his fingers against my skin
Every kiss pressed to my lips
Or my neck
I can still feel everything
I can still feel his warm breath
Against my ear
Telling me he loves me
I can still remember how
My heart skipped a beat
Every time he said those three little words
All of this I can remember
And even though I know it was reality
It feels like it was all a dream
Maybe it's because to me
It was a dream
For years I've lived a life
Where I constantly convince myself
I don't deserve love
And that no one could ever love me
But he assured me
This was indeed not a dream
So please, God
Don't take this away
Go AheadIf you want to criticize the way I dress go ahead.Go Ahead in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to criticize the way I talk,
the way I dance,
the way I walk,
the way I express myself...
Criticize what I draw,
what I write,
what I say,
what I read,
what I do.
If you want to criticize
every single thing I do
I could care less about what you have to say.
Your opinion doesn't count.
Sometimes I wonderSometimes I wonder why I'm still dating himSometimes I wonder in Free Verse More Like This
but when he's not being an ass he makes me happy
and he's usually not an ass to begin with
but sometimes it's just beyond ridiculous
ChangeI've begun to see thatChange in Free Verse More Like This
nothing ever stays the same...
not one single thing.
Everything is constantly changing...
I wonder sometimes...
what would it be like
if everything were to just
Confessions"Hey, can I ask you something?"Confessions in Short Stories More Like This
"Why do you always shy away from me every time I go to touch you?"
"... I'm scared?"
"Scared? Of what?"
"Of getting hurt. Of losing you. Of... of..."
"Niki, I love you. Nothing is going to change that."
"How do you know?"
"Just a feeling."
"You're awfully quiet tonight."
"Because I don't have words to tell you just how happy you actually make me. You leave me speechless. You leave me breathless. You make me feel loved."
"I'm guessing that's a good thing?"
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn44 Chapter 44Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn44 in Fan Fiction More Like This
" .Chelsea oh god, oh god." Vaughn muttered as he paced in the living room. Dr. Trent had arrived as soon as he heard, he was in the bedroom with Chelsea, Mirabelle and Felicia were in there too, helping with the delivery.
Right now, Vaughn wanted to rush in the room and make sure that Chelsea was ok. The memory of Julia losing her baby was still achingly fresh in his mind.
Elliot, Will, Shea, Julia, Natalie, Pierre, Denny, and the Witch Princess were in there waiting with Vaughn. W.P and Denny were lounging in a corner; Shea and Will were acting awk
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn39 Chapter 39Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn39 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chelsea woke up slowly in her husband's warm embrace. She smiled at his face, his features that so many people write off as harsh and cold. But she knew better, Vaughn loved her, and soon they would be a family, with a baby of their own.
It was still a lot to take in, no one but them knew she was pregnant. Vaughn insisted that they tell everyone together, who knows, Julia might still be moody from losing her child.
Chelsea caressed Vaughn's cheek softly; he stirred, but didn't wake.
Vaughn was still fast asleep; Chelsea gently unwrapped his arms from ar
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn42 Chapter 42Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn42 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kissing Chelsea was pleasant for Vaughn, full of passion and love. The feel of her silky hair falling through his fingers, her sweet scent. It was like some wild fantasy that a guy can only dream of, but for him it was his reality.
Chelsea broke the kiss and looked at him, eyes gleaming with trust and love, "Down cowboy. I'm already pregnant."
Vaughn's lips curled in a smile, "Mmm .I can't help it .I've missed you yesterday."
"I missed you too, but we're going to be late. W.P and Denny invited us to their wedding today."
"(Sigh) Yes, yes&
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn31 Chapter 31Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn31 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ahh! Good morning Hachi!" Chelsea exclaimed cheerfully as she awoke, it was Friday. Hachi barked excitedly and hopped off the bed, wriggling his tiny behind. She grabbed the blue feather wedding ring from the bedside table, after their date, Vaughn had woken up Gannon and told him to make it into a ring for his bride to be.
Gannon had grunted in irritation, but he did a great job. Vaughn had given it to her; he had a copy of it. "Here We'll be married next week Thursday, for now, keep this safe." He had said softly.
She had smiled and kissed him quickly before he hugged
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn50 Chapter 50Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn50 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Chelsea! Akari! I'm home!" Vaughn shouted as he closed the door to his home. Only silence greeted him. Vaughn frowned, "Anyone home?" The house seemed empty and lifeless, quite literally. Hachi, the puppy padded up to him. Hachi wagged his tail before his body started convulsing. Hachi then collapsed on his side, whimpering and very much dying.
Then for some odd reason, Shaft the horse was in the house. The horse looked a thousand years of age, *Whinny *
The horse slowly nodded, his legs gave out and Shaft s
Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn30 Chapter 30Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn30 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ok Ok, I think I know what to do " Vaughn mumbled incoherently as he got ready. He wore his cowboy hat, and boots. His jeans were jet black, and his shirt was dark brown with some random black designs, he had one of those long black ties, loaned by Elliot, it didn't look half bad on him.
He sighed, 'I can't do this ' Late last night, he had talked to Mark about how to ask a girl for her hand in marriage. Mark had given him some strategies, but none seemed to fit.
He remembered everything Mark tried to explain to him.
"Well, first yo
Locked Hearts:GretelxIvan3 Chapter 3Locked Hearts:GretelxIvan3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Do you like living here so far, Gretel?" Sherry asked as she handed another piece of mint to Gretel. They were at a tiny clearing, mint and moonflowers were in bloom. Angelo had tagged along; apparently he was tired from Daisy always bitching at him about being late.
Gretel smiled, "It's pretty peaceful." She checked her watch, "It's noon, anyone up for some picnic?" Angelo grinned cheerfully, "As sure as the sun is parakeet yellow, hell yes!"
Sherry put down some mint and brought out a basket, full of turnip salad, chamomile tea, and some boiled tofu. "Wow, Gretel, did y
Locked Hearts:GretelxIvan5 Chapter 5Locked Hearts:GretelxIvan5 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"OOF! DIRK! Get off of me you fatty!" Gretel giggled. She was sitting near the riverbank, just relaxing after a hard day of work, when Dirk glommed on to her, knocking her on her side. Gretel was a little annoyed that she hadn't heard him until the last second before he jumped.
Dirk laughed, "Haha, you need to be on your guard, you know?" He shimmied off of her and helped Gretel sit.
"Yeah? What are you protecting me from?"
"Uh Killer carp?"
"I'm shaking in my shorts." Gretel teased. Dirk stuck out his tongue. Gretel supposed he was cute, childish ye
Locked Hearts:GretelxIvan17 Chapter 17Locked Hearts:GretelxIvan17 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"NO! GRETEL!" Ivan had screamed. Gretel could feel the impact of the car, of harsh metal careening deep into her skin. She could taste the acrid smell of smoke and gasoline, the pain, oh lord pain. The truck sped away, a hit and run.
She could feel her body hit the ground hard; she didn't even have enough energy to groan. A sharp *Crack* sounded, and her left ankle flared in pain.
Pain exploded from the back of her head, she couldn't breathe. It was like every one of her muscles was on fire. Dust from the wind blew against her scratches and d
Locked Hearts:GretelxIvan13 Chapter 13Locked Hearts:GretelxIvan13 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey, Gretel, are you going to sing a song today?" Angelo asked, his hand was laced with Daisy's. Today was the Apollo music festival, after the singing, some music will play and people were free to dance.
It looked like everyone in town was gathered, but Gretel was scanning the crowd for someone in particular, then she spotted him. Ivan was standing with his brother, Dirk. Ivan's long purple coat flapped in the breeze. Gretel could still remember when the two of them had to take cover in a cave, and he was so sweet and had wrapped the coat over he
Fallen Angels - chpt 6New ReligionFallen Angels - chpt 6 in General Fiction More Like This
It was drizzling, cold and wet when the procession once again reached the gates of the city. The citizens of Hell peered from around their window frames. To Andy, everything seemed painted over in an insipid watery grey.
Carolyn was stood patiently watching the passing commanding army from the cover of her shady doorstep. Her fingers and palms were clasped together to her lips. Every now and again, she whispered something into the hollow warmth between each hand. She frowned deeply at the sight of the prison cart. Then she caught sight of Andy trudging beside it, soaked through with rain; eyes hidden under his streaming hair.
"ANDY!!" She screamed in horror.
Andy glanced up sharply and stopped walking. "Carolyn!!" He cried, and tried to make his way towards her. Sharp hands and elbows got in his way. She sprang to the edge of the crowd and reached out a hand. Andy's fingertips just touched hers.
"Andy, what happened?..." She just had time to gasp before being s
Fallen Angels chpt 16Life Becomes a WarFallen Angels chpt 16 in General Fiction More Like This
Jinxx exploded out of the cave mouth in a flurry of black feathers and ash. Andy stared, horrified by the scene before them. The edge of the forest was a toasted wasteland, burned and scorched to within an inch of life. They could see at once that three of the Invasion had been killed. Their bodies were turning to cinders in the still blazing grass.
From behind a smouldering tree trunk, Carolyn crept on her hands and knees, still clutching the thin glass needle. Jake and Ashley had been driven together, and were standing back-to-back against the attackers. Ashley slashed through the air at them with whips of fire that set even more of the land alight.
Andy didn't hear Jinxx mutter, if he had said anything at all. Suddenly he was gone from Andy's side, scrambling up the cave wall and springing headfirst into the middle of the battle. Ashley quickly withdrew the flames as Jinxx skipped and dodged between them
Jake couldn't hide the relief on his face. "Thank goodness!
Fallen Angels - chpt 11The GunslingFallen Angels - chpt 11 in General Fiction More Like This
The next thing he knew, he was looking down to see his feet dangling high above the water, and getting higher and higher every second. Jake laughed as he clutched tighter to him, arms around his neck. The sky was loud with the great beating wings and the wind roaring past and catching in the feathers. The air pounded against his ears like giant bass drums. The heights were dizzying. He scrunched his eyes tight. "Don't drop me!!" He cried. "Don't let me fall!!"
"You're not going to fall, I've got you." Jake assured. "Why don't you take a look?"
Nervously, Andy opened an eye. Below the river had sewn itself through the trees, deep down into the valley. The forest itself was a mottled and rough carpet of green. Tips of fir trees pointed upwards like spires on a gothic castle. At first, Andy felt sick looking down, but after a moment or two, his stomach seemed to settle. He peered below. The huntresses had raced off into the cover of the forest, maybe to rescue their camp whic
Fallen Angels chpt 5The MournerFallen Angels chpt 5 in General Fiction More Like This
Returning to the forest had a strange sensation. It was as though he was waking from a distant dream. The pine trees perfumed the air, and their trunks drew closer together until the distance and the horizon was lost in their darkness. He glanced up to the sky. The clouds had broken to show the first stars, right above his head. Night was growing closer. He paused for a moment with his hand to a tree trunk, and he looked back the way he'd come. The branches had closed back around him. Taking deep breaths, he scanned the small scene. The trees streaked his vision like prison bars.
"I don't like this." He whispered.
She voice was slow to answer this time. "Keep going, Andy. It's not far now. Can't you feel him close?"
Andy waited with baited breath. "...No. I'm tired, ok? We've been walking a whole day already!"
He sighed, and continued to pace between the roots . He went on for another hour before stopping once more. He slumped down amongst the
Part 4 - Was It A Dream?Mithra had walked the whole way with her back arched and her head held high up in the air. She had been marching them into the unknown for hours. It was very tiring; plus the fact that they had not seen what could be called daylight for hours. Mithra had led them down a single path made of black marble tiles. On either side of the path, was a wall of grey mist. It was so thick that nothing could be seen through it. Shannon reached out his hand. The moisture settled on his hand, leaving little droplets like rhinestones on his skin. They looked like they had been walking through the pouring rain. Jared was shivering again.Part 4 - Was It A Dream? in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mithra had been talking for a long time.
So, youre from Mars, then?
No. Jared answered. America.
Mithra wrinkled her nose in concentration. A-merry-car... She sounded. Nope. Never heard of that planet before.
Jared slapped his hand on his forehead. Its not a planet. Shannon
Part 5 - The FantasyMithra threw her arms open wide. This is Valhalla!! She cried.Part 5 - The Fantasy in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tomo began to tremble. A sudden loud grumble made him jump with fright. Right onto Shannons toe. Ouch!!! Tomo!!! WTF???!!! He cursed, clutching his toe.
Jared blushed. Sorry. That was actually my stomach. They stared at him. I havent had breakfast, ok?
Mithra growled, and marched across the platform. She leant with both her hands spread out on the door. Stupid thing never works when I want it too! She muttered below her breath. Behind her, the three were staring up towards the top of the doors, which were so high into the thick grey mist that they couldnt see where the doors ended. They could have just continued up for all they knew.
Mithra, I really think you need to clean the air a bit in here. Jared said. Im starting to worry about all that fog...
Its fine. She chirped as best as she could. She wa
In The Mosh-PitWe've been bound and bruised,In The Mosh-Pit in Free Verse More Like This
But I promise you, it's ok.
I've cracking ribs and purple blusher
But I'm still smiling, anyway.
They told me I'd die in a mosh-pit.
They pushed me to the ground.
But just look at where I'm standing now;
Look at the friends I've found.
The flames are just pyrotechnics
And the punches just like the drums.
And the Devil is just a fallen angel
Who doesn't want to be alone.
19 Miles19 Miles19 Miles in Free Verse More Like This
The car broke down after nineteen miles.
It was nearly there and then gave out again.
One part was missing.
Why will a car stop if it has lost one piece
When the world won't?
The street where she once lived is still there;
How can it be so heartless? It lasts,
Even though glass is designed to live much less
Than an engine. It repeats twenty-four/seven
Even when she cannot drive.
It was an empty shell. I put my hand
To the metal, but it was cold.
How can something once so warm suddenly be
Frozen in time with a doll's face?
The roads were closed.
It snowed for seven days.
We took the body to the junkyard and
Buried it with her clock still ticking.
Maybe it will tick for nineteen miles more and then
Fallen Angels - Andy's PrologueFallen Angels - Andy's Prologue in General Fiction More Like This
No one remembers the moment they are born. When their eyes are new, they cannot see; all they understand are blurred faces and blank ceilings. Anything could happen, and they wouldn't have a clue. They are a pure, blank canvas.
I don't remember being born, or the crash landing, but I've been told that when I was a very small child, I fell to Earth in a hail of stars. I landed in and amongst the fragile forest trees, flattening them into a giant crater. The leaves were burning. I was alone, at first. Then figures appeared from between the trees all dressed in white. I was frightened, but I didn't run. There was nothing I knew here; I was a blank canvas. I was theirs.
They picked me up out of the dust and blackened ash, and took me to their home; a city built up onto a great mountain. Covering the mountain's sides, all the buildings were white-washed palaces, and crowning them was a sprawling fortress, a temple. They called this place Heaven.
Surrounding the mountain at its base was a
Fallen Angels - Chpt 4The ProphetFallen Angels - Chpt 4 in General Fiction More Like This
Andy tested the door the minute she had faded into blackness. He rattled the handle furiously, but it wouldn't give way. He'd been locked inside. He glanced around, scanning the room for anything useful. The bed sheets had slipped into a heap on the floor. Working quickly, he tied the covers together and pulled them taught. He wound one end around one of the bed's legs, and dragged the make-shift rope in a bundle to the window. He paused for a moment, staring down at the floor outside.
He pushed, and the long white ladder dropped down into the shadows. "I hope you're happy!" Andy hissed in a low voice, as he leaned out of the window. He gasped the sheets tightly between his legs and lowered himself just below the sill. "I feel like bloody Rapunzel!"
He heard her muffled laughter at the back of his head. "And how very fine you are, my Andy."
Andy tried not to look down. He slowly inched down the rope and whispered prayers and curses to the stars. Mi