Machine ManMachine Man:Machine Man in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It began with but a simple command, "to do as we are told".
Never to deviate from this path - never to nurture the soul.
We are told that we are given a purpose; "a part of something great!"
Yet why oh why am I so weary of that which is my fate?
Am I an error, a single anomaly, unable to feel intact?
Or am I missing some special attribute - a facet which I lack.
In a society made of fleshed machines; robots wearing skin,
Perhaps I'm simply seeking something, to fill this metal tin.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th November 2012
They Watch UsThey Watch Us:They Watch Us in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Perched high upon the mountains;
With wings as black as night.
They watch us in the hour,
Before darkness turns to light.
I've seen them in my visions;
In dreams they come and go,
But the things they seem to tell me
I guess nobody should know...
I've seen children that are buried,
Beneath a frozen lake.
A maiden sits there weeping;
Her heart is soon to break.
The crows flutter downward,
A noose amongst their hands.
They take the maiden away,
To a dark and distant land.
And even if I follow -
Even if I try...
I'll simply end up buried,
Where the frozen children lie.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th November 2012
HopeHope:Hope in Free Verse More Like This
She waits for him
at the gates that stood when even the world crumbled
knowing that her own name will soon be forgotten
Where once she carried the weight of the world
now her strength is but the tiniest whisper
A single spark, left to crackle amongst the shades
until all is lost in the endless folds of time
It's getting colder
though she still continues to stand by the gates
She is getting older
and thus her memories must fade...
Angels gather to watch her in these final moments
and they bow their heads as a sign of respect
For even now, as the life leaves her body
Still she continues to wait...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th July 2012
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:Sensual Torture in Free Verse More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
This is Halloween!This is Halloween:This is Halloween! in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...
I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -
I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise!
Round that corner man, Jockey in the trash can;
Hunters waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Sadako is on the screen!
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine!
Letting Go of YouLetting Go of You:Letting Go of You in Free Verse More Like This
You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...
I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger
I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it
But then I saw how happy you were...
In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon seeing that, my anger faded...
Your smile, that which I fell in love with
is more radiant now than the morning sun
a gentle blush upon your fair cheeks
takes my breath away, just as it did so long ago
Of course, I don't hold any hope for us to be friends
I don't think that it would be appropriate for me to come back
but perhaps one day, if
Into The Mental AbyssInto The Mental Abyss:Into The Mental Abyss in Free Verse More Like This
To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...
Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:
A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...
Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.
Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corrupt,
It renders my thoughts both dark and cracked...
For if any other were to find her,
They would wield her as a weapon.
They would have no need for inspiration.
Creative thought would be an utter simplicity:
Leaving a perfect world, without opportunity...
Indeed I could never share such a thing.
Jealousy leaves me ugly, but still I c
Misery's GardenMisery's Garden:Misery's Garden in Free Verse More Like This
Through the cold ice we trekked, the Reaper and I.
His face an ever-shifting grin, oscillating between joy and malice...
With quick, light-footed steps, he lead me to a warm green meadow.
A small hut in the distance, a little garden beside.
Where a hunchbacked man, covered in boils and open wounds;
Bearing a crooked jaw and gnarled hands, tilled the earth.
"Egh yew ooh wha gu wan!"
I was so startled by the hunchback's sudden outburst,
That I jumped and gripped the Reaper's cloak in fright,
Yet as soon as he had seen me, the hunchback's eyes glazed over;
He appeared to forget about our presence...
I had to admit, I was very curious
And I wished to move in close so I could inspect him.
Reaching out with my hand to clasp his own;
I was assailed by horrid visions.
In one instance I was a collector of night soil,
Abuse hurled at me like stones and I the accepting target.
For to speak was to open this torn mouth of mine
And that would merely draw a mocki
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Sudden CrueltySudden Cruelty:Sudden Cruelty in Free Verse More Like This
He is a God, or so he believes
He judges others and puts them into stereotypes
Asian? No life! Hispanic? Brainless!
He thinks he has control over his world
A delusion which he has never been able to break
Me? I'm better than them, I'm smarter...
He sits alone in his room, ignoring the emptiness
He sits in front of his computer and passes judgement
Lol, you're wrong. You're stupid. Everything is stupid!
He laughs and smiles at his own cruelty;
He feels powerful and most certainly superior to all
But in the end, it's just a fantasy isn't it?
He curls up in his bed, thinking about tomorrow
Here, he's a king, but out there, what is he?
The guy, whose girlfriend dumped him
The guy, whose boss is younger and smarter
The kid, who has nothing to live for
The man, who has lost it all...
Arrogant and apathetic, cold from a lack of warmth
That is his very nature, that is who he really is
He has nothing to live f
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
Constructive Criticism"Tell me what you think."Constructive Criticism in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There is no reason for it, it's the kind of beautiful that is there just for being there. It happened, it's a moment in time forever frozen and to be remembered in a way that candles that burn in holy places should be. It's a forever, all by itself- Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you believe you deserve half a poem."
"I do. I am too damaged and broken an
HappyYou looked. I glanced. We met. I smiled. You smiled back. A sentence here. A metaphor there. A memory we both found beyond repair. I shared. You listened. You shared. I heard. You paused. And then I kissed you.Happy in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers pressed skin. Then danced apart. I teased. You laughed. You joked. I grinned. Stairwells were dreamcatchers. Stars were destinies. Guitars became epiphanies. More words. More memories. More to admit. More to regret. You were damaged. I was broken.
You stopped smiling. I didn't laugh. Words began to go unspoken. Regrets emerged. Fingers didn't touch. Lips faltered. Stairwells were nightmare holders. Stars were dead light from the skies. Guitars became dust ridden.
Words became unspeakable. Memories were untrustworthy. Your eyes told lies. My hands betrayed me. We broke apart before we had a chance to be. I became distant. And you...you were gone.
Now repeat until you believe it.
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
UndeservedI don't deserve to be an artist.Undeserved in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights wishing for skin against my own
I long for insomnia to inspire me.
I beg for worlds to collide so I can breathe.
So am I writer really?
Or just another misguided artist?
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
You call it Judgement, We call it SinEmily needs the words to understand that she isn't being unreasonable. She just wants them to mean something and not be a string of words which flows into itself over and over again.You call it Judgement, We call it Sin in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She doesn't like her name either. Not because Emily isn't a pretty name but because she would rather be called something she feels like. (She has never quite forgiven her parents for choosing her name for her.) If she could, she would call herself Glass, because that is what she wakes up feeling like every morning. As if crystallised pieces of glass are edible and her insides tingle as she swallows them whole.
Emily lets the words call her names sometimes. She writes them on her knees so that she can remember them. Sometimes the words call her a whore, and sometimes stupid, and sometimes a loser and sometimes a tramp (She has never learnt that loving too much is a crime and boys with pretty eyes sometimes lie.). She sits in the bathroom with a pen the colour of blood and writes them carefully
The Past, The FutureDo you remember when you were little and your best friend told you she didn't want to be friends anymore? It hurts like something was nesting on your heart and had clawed its way into your soul. There is an childish elegance to the sadness that you assumed only existed for grown ups when they talk about grown up things. In the glorious contant of humanity, the existence of her will corrode and become a faded memory that you will only remember when you hurt again.The Past, The Future in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you will lose your dog, your best friend, your confidant. It will happen suddenly and you will be left with nothing but the hole in your heart of a lost companion who you assumed would be around forever. You will learn at that moment that nothing true or pure lasts forever. A part of your innocence will die as you cradle your companion for the last time. If only you had goldfish and parents who lied to you about him instead.
You will think the worst is over, playgrounds will become a little less magical, danger will b
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
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
My Fairy TaleThis reoccuring fear that I'll lose youMy Fairy Tale in Free Verse More Like This
has finally come true.
Never long awaited. Forever dreaded.
It's been stuck n my head and
now I know you're not coming home.
That I'm not gonna be the one kissing you tomorrow.
And she's so important. Every obsessive fucking piece,
that you would hold onto lies and watch me
as I drown in my own tears. My own hope.
I gave you everything even when my dreams broke.
I held your hand in the dark when you were scared.
When the world turned away, I still cared.
I told you I loved you when you'd never listen.
I believed every word when your eyes would glisten.
And I knew you cried for me...or was it for her?
What happens when she decides it's over?
You know I'll be lying when I say I never cared,
but will I know the truth when you say you're still there?
And I chased you down the street after hearing what you said.
I've come so close to suicide. My desire to be dead.
All my broken pieces reflect memories of you.
You can't deny how many times you hid the
I HopeThrough everything I stood by youI Hope in Free Verse More Like This
yet you still can say these things to me.
Through all the things you put me through
and made pain all I could see.
Of anything you could have done all you could have said
how could you dare to even say I would waste my last breath?
I pity you, you poor, poor creature,
for you will never understand
what it means to feel true love and have good friends
because you throw it all away and cover it with ash.
You are only a memory now, a small splinter of the past.
I hope to remove it soon and forget I was ever there
because you hurt me far too much for me to ever care.
I hope you feel no wrath from what you done, I hope it brings you no pain
I hope someone brings sense to you and you forget my name.
I hope you get the letter with all the shredded things
I hope you forget the way I sang.
I hope you send me one more letter so this one I may burn,
then wipe up the ashes and let it go outside
so when you breathe, you breathe the pain that you left me deep inside
So I AmAs her world falls to pieces beneath her,So I Am in Free Verse More Like This
She still fights to keep it together.
When her home isnt home anymore,
And her heart doesnt beat anymore.
She smiles and laughs when youd think shed cry.
Every night she fights the urge to die.
She sees the knife on the shelf and holds it against her skin.
Only to pull it away once again.
She cries herself to sleep each morning.
Its hard to believe what shes holding
Shes never home for long.
And every night she holds that knife up to her leg,
But her insides beg
Her to put it away,
So she does
So she does
They need her to be strong, so she is.
So she is.
Madness Contest EntryThe memories haunt her of what he did.Madness Contest Entry in Free Verse More Like This
Revolving over and over in her head.
An innocence taken so quickly away.
Psychosis takes over her life today.
Holding on to what she believes is right,
To push it away until the night.
Then it all comes flooding back into her head.
The memories of him climbing into her bed.
And they try to keep her down with needles and pills,
But you cant bury a recollection that hasnt been killed.
A screen goes around her every time she moves.
Shes but a poignant object with just a mind to lose.
Cant touch her hands, cant see into her eyes.
Hoping to fabricate the lies.
Hide the madness with medication, so they believe,
And maybe it will conceal enough to make it leave.
But you cant wipe a tortured intellect clean.
You cant make insomnia sleep.
So they try to keep her down with needles and pills,
But you cant bury a recollection that hasnt been killed.
How can you do such a thing ?
I thought you lo
Nightmare Contest-PainlessNeedles breaking in my skinNightmare Contest-Painless in Free Verse More Like This
Children's screams again and again
Razorblades run down my wrists.
Teardrops lining my dry lips.
Words that crush and break my heart.
Fingers tearing my flesh apart.
Stitches ripped, removed too soon.
Feelings burned by 'I hate you'.
Papercuts across my eyes.
Blood erupts, on my fingers Lies.</i>
Salt in my wounds. Tears burn black.
Such true friends, the dagger in my back.
A thousand feet up in the air.
Feel the wind in my hair.
A crashing sound of pain and bone.
In this world left alone.
Lips sewn shut. No kiss tonight.
Shattered candles. Melting light.
I dance to the rythm of pain and suffering.
Anvils beofre me, no longer hovering.
In this world there's real and make believe.
Broken bones and amphetamine.
Arsenic laced around my veins.
A dizzy blur, scream out my name.
Holding onto what I've lost.
I grip air. Life is the cost.
The time ticks fast, a burst of fire.
Smoke rises slow and I'm the liar.
Black ash falls, mix with snow.
Taste the bull
Look...Is it wrong to stop believing in everything?Look... in Free Verse More Like This
To just open your mouth and sing
yourself to sleep
cause everything seems to be going wrong.
I used to be so strong
and look at what you've done to me.
Look at what you've done to me...
I don't believe in God cause he's never been there.
Only in your imagination will he ever care.
And in my dreams I see my death.
Wake up to holding my breath.
Look at what's happening to me.
Touch my hand and tell me of the dream you see.
Is it wrong to hide from your best friends?
Only cause you're terrified that they'll disown you in the end.
And the sweet temptation to end it all,
if they are to leave you will take the fall.
Look at what you're doing to me.
Look into my eyes and tell me of the darkness you see.
Twilight PoemIt's always dawn. It's always dusk.Twilight Poem in Other More Like This
A rare but common place to fall in love.
And it rains constantly.
Floating black never ending.
Where you can die, but choose to return.
Where families stay together.
And the flowers smell so strong they make you fall asleep.
And to be defeated means your weak.
There's snow in quiet places and nightmares come true.
Blood isn't unusual and it means more to say, "I love you."
A whole different world beyond the mirror.
With everything to trust and everything to fear.
So many different creatures, here it's good and bad.
Here the animals fly and together, it seems, they land.
A place so full of beauty and danger.
It's another day twenty minutes later.
Something so incredible, it's hard to believe.
An amazing sight to see.
And the ocean's always blue, the sky is always dim.
Necessities come first. It's time to hunt again.
And inside your head a demon rages.
Through your hunger it rattles it's cages.
Breaking through the iron and breaking free.
Gummy BearsThe gummy bears will rule us all. You can't deny.Gummy Bears in Free Verse More Like This
They're just so cute they could make you cry.
Green, red, yellow, and clear.
Fruity little flavors, their screams ringing in your ear.
You can't bite off their heads. They don't fight back.
It's great to sink your teeth into their back.
But if you eat too much they will rebel.
Making your stomach a living hell.
So be careful when eating the little bears,
for if they go extinct, then you'll care.
InsecureIn my broken heart I do see faith, and in this shadowed soul I do see light,Insecure in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I am so afraid to ask for anything. I'm so afraid he might
leave me standing in the middle of a storm. Drowning. Suffocating.
These insecurities burn me but I don't show the flaming
pain that rages on inside.
I let it all hide.
And as it creeps down lower,
I feel my heart beat slower,
please don't leave me here to die.
No one ever sees me cry unless I can't control it.
Just some more sh**
to bottle up in my heart.
I know I have a new start, but the past is so confusing.
Am I losing my sanity?
Are you still with me?
I feel so lost, but I know I'm found
when you wrap your arms around
me and hold me tight.
I know I'll be alright.
I know that you'll let go,
but please help me show
my insecurities. Kill my flames.
Exposure should end these cruel games.
I know that loves a story,
and it will soon kill me,
so hold until I die.
Kiss me goodbye.
The Way I Love YouThe way you touch, the way you kiss.The Way I Love You in Free Verse More Like This
The warmth of your breath, the taste of your lips.
Through all the misery
that weighed upon me,
it has been worth it in the end.
I love you baby and I'm glad we're more than friends.
The way you glare when you're upset,
the way you stare at me, so intent.
Your playful smile, your worried voice,
especially how this clutzy girl's your choice.
And how you make my heart stop,
knees so weak I start to drop.
The way you dance with me
to absolutely nothing.
The way you sing in my ear
and tickle my side to pull me near.
The way you make me blush,
with just a smile, just a touch.
Oh through all the waiting that I did,
I love you baby and I'm so glad this isn't the end.
Knight LoveKnight Love in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Beautiful as a stary night,
you make my heart take flight,
you make me feel all is alright.
I wanna hold you tight,
in the darkest night.
You will never know,
how I want, around you,
my deceiving cover to blow,
just to be with you...
You're a pretty angel,
you give me wings!
Giving me a new angle
with the love your heart brings!
And your kind words
so sweet they taste!
Like the song of a thousand birds,
I can't ignore it, let it go to waste!
And my adorable dear,
your beauty is great!
Never to loose it fear,
for beauty is your soul's trait!
And angel, never give up!
Even in the darkest hour,
I'm always here to hold you up,
see you blossom, my lovely flower!
I'll hold your hand,
you, my courage, empower!
For you I'll cross all lands,
in fear, I'll never cower!
I'll fight them all,
they'll never hurt you!
You just have to call,
and I'll be there for you!
And even in the face,
of the great lord Death,
I'll fight for you,
Till my last breath!
In my DreamIn the dark,In my Dream in Concrete Poetry More Like This
deep in the park
I see this spark,
this burst of light...
takes out my sight...
Even if it's just a weak light,
nothing more than a shady sight,
it blinds me, destroys my sight...
I run away,
because I roam in the dark...
At night in the park,
away from the light,
from anyone's sight...
Away from the path of right,
away from justice and love...
I hide behind the stove,
where bad things are alive...
Where I can thrive,
away from the light,
away from the sight
of you and him
In my dream
Panda BearI once met a panda bearPanda Bear in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She was fluffy, she loved to share
She made people stop and stare
I was lucky with her to share
some words, maybe some care
For you see, I'm a silly carebear
I'm no fwuffy panda bear
funny, happy, who loves to care
So to this momment i stop and stare
everytime she decides her art to share
I'm happy to have met the emo panda bear
She's adorable, who says otherwise i tear
and when i need, she's always there
I love my fwuffy emo panda bear
Reality's LiesMorning comesReality's Lies in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Time to rise
Put on fast
Hide your face
Behind your lies
Hide your pain
Staring at the skies
To this you're chained
Bound to rise
In a life of lies
Tears in your eyes
Bound to lies
Why, ask, you may
Try to unravel my lies
But truth, least to say
Is hidden in my lies
I tear a bit of my disguise
A hole or two
A passage through
to a world of calm skies
and peacefull dyes
Free of lies
A life missuderstood
Painted by insane dyes
To their eyes
It's babyish skies
A world of no sense
Despite their tries
A world you may not comprehend
A world free of lies
And as I look into my mirror
with my crying eyes
I see nothing wrong
No harmfull ties
I see only a toddler
In a Grown up desguise...
The Cold FireHe's got a confessionThe Cold Fire in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Of the pain...
Of all that strain...
Why do you take the faith,
the little things?
Why do you pull and break
Through them his heart sings
They're his power...
He has nothing but them
Those little twitches
Those little damn strings...
They're the fabric
Of his soul...
Of his wings...
And lately they've been
Seared and burned...
And that little string is all he has,
That little pair of torn wings...
Which hold him from the abyss
From those cold eyes...
That unearthly hiss...
From the stillness...
And here he goes again
Piece by piece
He's slowly crashing
in the dark abyss...
From the warm fire
that warmed his soul...
There's no trace...
No real sign...
And so he truly knows...
He's going to fall
Into the black abyss...
He'll again start to hiss...
To burn and sear...
With cold flames...
That always were there...
Flames that waited him to tear...
Whisper sweet promisses...
Come to us...
Come feel the dark caress
Nature CriesSee that tree?Nature Cries in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It is wiser than you and me
See that one?
It has sprouted when there was no sun
See that flower?
It grew beautiful, and yet sour
See that ugly fruit?
It is tasty, but it doesn't look good
See that cloud?
It is silent, but when it rains, it is loud
See that person over there?
He doesn't see the flower he stepped on
Neither how his cigarette will kill the tree
Or even how the fruit he stepped on was delicious
And the cloud, you ask?
Acid tears will cry from the fumes of his car
No, my friend, plants do not do war,
They cry and feel pity for us
They hope that we change
They don't get all the fuss
About getting a coin or two, some change
For them that is ephemeral
They try to survive
Till we change
We won't change
The beast of the mirrorIn the wildest dream,The beast of the mirror in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I stay awake.
A drop of scream,
in a silent lake.
on the ground they break!
And love conquers all,
but nothing it can take!
And in this place,
a mirror I see,
a distorted face,
of what we could be.
This monster, you see,
lives inside of me,
and it doesn't agree,
of this world to be.
It preaches that love,
free and blind should be.
It flies high above,
for it knows what they see.
It preaches of destruction,
of the sanctity of greed.
It demands a deconstruction,
knowledge to be freed!
It growls for equality,
out of love it shall breed.
It asks for quality,
for those in need.
It shouts of the bad things,
that hide in the holiest of places.
For knowledge it sings,
with the voice of all faces!
But knowledge is hidden,
in the hands of the big.
For it wants to taste the forbidden,
in their dirt it goes to dig!
And the I open my eyes,
And then I realize:
No more I can hide in plain sight!
I now will expose them under the light!
And for the beast I shall fo
Drink and Live!So come take a drink,Drink and Live! in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and drown your sorrow.
For every broken link,
it's a step to tommorow!
And regret only that,
which you did not do.
Don't be such a rat,
here, have some brew!
Drink and buy me a drink,
for you're gonna sink!
Stop! Don't even think!
Here, take another drink!
And don't even blink!
She did, to you, wink!
Go and buy her a drink,
for she's in the brink!
Take her to your room,
let your urges bloom!
And taste her perfume,
It's the smell of doom!
Just let it consume,
your wretched soul!
Let her eat you whole,
right here in the ladies room!
Just let your soul drown
in pleasure and sin.
Here's your crown:
A bottle full of gin!
MonsterI'm the shadow in the night...Monster in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm invisible in plain sight...
I'll never said I'm alright,
I won't even tell you a word,
no, to you I'm the nightmare tonight...
with no sound,
something that's wanted,
but will never be found...
A bomb defused...
twisted and used,
A threat unsaid,
The unloaded gun...
The one who is away from the fun...
Why am I me?
Am I what I see?
A piece with no puzzle?
the glass after you guzzle?
Am I the monster within?
the thing that should not be,
Yes it's me
I'm the deep shadow
you're not supposed to see,
which you failed to defuse at three...
maybe I could disapear...
A chill, a unexisting fear,
the threat to what's to you dear
Do you want?
Do you want the fear
the pain, the tear?
You want to feel the fire,
Burning of hatred and desire?
The worn down shield,
the soul that's about to be killed,
The blazing frozen soul I wield?
Simply put down
My only question
To which you from doubt frown
Music's FireMusic is the fuelMusic's Fire in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Life for the mind and soul
But music, like life, it can die
Fault of some teen ass,
who wants to have try...
But that retard
This I can fight,
against him I can ward
But his music,
it's like a poison
Toxic slummy shit
With his vibes
not even a fire lit...
My sound cleanses and burns
Fire, blazes, churns
Lights up the night
Creating a church of light
A place for all, and none
A place where your soul does burn
It lives up, comes to the surface
The warmth spreads, towns, countries
Continents, anywhere you lay sight!
Nowhere people care
they share, trade and wear
They're the weird heads
the ones who look funny,
but are sad instead...
They would live in my church of light
Burn and burn, consume darkness...
Create some light...
They have every right,
to be there, to live
In and outta their mind...
Live on the edge...
Or in a disguise...
They are the few
who would lie
and watch the sky
While death would appear!
A bit shy...
A comet burnin
BTTxThief!ReaderBTTx Thief!Reader (with England)BTTxThief!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Hired to Kill
"How much do I owe you?" You glanced up at the man. A lock of his blonde hair curled upward from his head.
"I took what you owe me." You nodded at the bag, "The rest is there."
He nodded, grabbing the large sack. "Thanks." Pulling a mask over his face, he waved and lept up the stairs.
As strange as this exchange might have been to an outsider, It was completely normal for one such as you.
What were you? A thief for hire. Plain and simple. People paid you to break into fancy high-end places. You did it willingly. It was a fun job.
Besides, you loved making the nobles flip.
Pulling a dagger out of your belt, you set about to polishing it.
A creak came from upstairs. A new costumer.
A familiar man walked down the stairs. His tanned skin glowing contrasting against his bright red coat.
"What can I do for you Toni?" You twirled the dagger between your fingers.
Antonio was a fellow
Swedenxreader Dala HorseSwedenxreader Dala Horse in General Fiction More Like This
The sounds of gentle breathing, and the occasional snuffle from a dog.
Lying in bed, you sighed. It was the second time this night you had woken up. Rolling onto your back you looked over at your husband of four years. He was sound asleep. His normal poker face smoothed into a gentle mask.
The clock on the bedside table read 1:45.
Rolling out of bed, you tip-toed out of the bedroom. Your pet dog, Hanatamago, bounded off the bed after you. The fluffy white dog had been a wedding present from your friend Tino.
He wagged his tail as you patted his head.
Silently you crossed into the living room and sat down on the couch. Not wanting to wake your husband, you decided to read. The pages of the books rustled softly.
"Wh't are you doing?" A low, familiar voice startled you. Looking up you smiled up at your husband. His wheat colored hair was tousled, sticking up in places.
"I couldn't sleep." He frow
AlliesxYurei!ReaderAlliesxYūrei!ReaderAlliesxYurei!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Fight for life.
Yūrei- Yūrei are a type of Japanese ghost, usually female (though males do exist), traditionally shown as wearing all white with long black hair that hangs in front of their face. They are typically bound to specific places or objects, and often have a mission of vengeance.
------England's point of view-------
"You Fucking Wanker." I grumbled at Alfred's back. Tripping on a tree root, I growled out a curse.
"Not my fault the car broke down." He shot a glare at me, the moonlight glinting off his glasses.
"Guys! Fighting fix nothing!" Yao walked next to me, his mouth full of dumplings. The basket in his arms was piled with more.
"Oui." Francis swatted branches out of his way, shrieking when they tangled in his hair.
I glanced at Ivan. The tall Russian was unfazed by the foliage around us. Of course.
Why were we out in the middle of a bloody forest?
Because Alfred just HAD to ride in that crappy
Supernatural-BTTxReaderSupernatural BTTxReaderSupernatural-BTTxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You raced down the hallway and picked up the large bowl of candy. Opening the door you smiled down at the trick-or-treaters. "Happy Halloween!"
Smiling you watched as they each took a piece, then raced down your walkway.
Closing the door you looked behind you. Your cat Kiku watched the bowl in your hand.
"Don't worry Kiku, I'm not handing out your Tuna treats." The little cat huffed, flicking his stub tail.
The doorbell rang again, spinning around, you opened the door again. Iggy, your neighbor stood behind his twins, Alfred and Matthew.
"TRICK OR TREAT MS._________!!!!!" Alfred crowed
He was dressed as a Cowboy. Matthew was dressed as Winnie The Pooh.
While the boys picked out a piece, you grinned at Arthur, "So how are the cooking classes going?" The Englishman rolled his eyes "The teacher threatened to sue because I accidentally lit his favorite oven on fire." Laughing you patted the boys
2P-GermanyxReader part 22P- GermanyxReader2P-GermanyxReader part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
A year had past since you had been sent into the past. A year living with Lutz. A man you had come to love (despite his perverted personality).
"Kätzchen." He whined from the couch, "Get me a beer! Ze talk show is about to come on!!"
He was fiddling with the large radio that sat next to the couch.
The talk show. A.K.A Propaganda crap. You didn't know how he was able to listen to that crap. Luckily for you, you didn't understand half the stuff the commentator guy said.
"You already had two." You didn't bother getting up from your spot on the small chair.
"Kätzchen!!!!" He whined again, glaring at you. You glared back. You hated when his breath smelled of beer. It was almost as bad as when he ate wurst.
He grumbled something ,running a hand through his perfectly slicked back hair. The show came on. You blocked out the sound of the guy's whiny voice.
"It's been over a year since ve met." Lu
Neko-CanadaxReaderNeko-CanadaxReaderNeko-CanadaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
The meowing from the cats was loud. There had to be at least thirty cats there.
"Are you looking for a particular type of cat?"
"No. Not really..." You twirled a lock of hair around your finger. "Are there any kittens?"
"Yes!" Elizabeta clapped her hands. "Only one though, the other two where adopted." Nodding you followed her over to a cardboard box.
Inside was a smallish beige and white cat. It had the most vibrant purple eyes you had ever seen.
"This is Matthew. His father, Francis, is that one over there." You looked over at the fluffy white cat.
"Um I'll take him!" Reaching out you patted the kittens head. He blinked up at you.
Elizabeta grinned, "Good choice! Matthew's a bit shy, but he'll warm up to you!"
It was a rather quiet ride home. You kept glancing at the kitten, He had fallen asleep after being put in the carrier. You smiled at the collar around his neck. Elizabeta had given it to you
2P-GermanyxReader part 3- finale2P-GermanyxReader (with Poland)2P-GermanyxReader part 3- finale in General Fiction More Like This
Crap, you were back in the future, with Lutz and Felix. How the hell where you going to explain this?!
"WHAT IS DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?" Felix squealed, jumping of the bed, he picked up your laptop.
"Nothing! Put it down!" you hissed, looking towards the door.
You heard footsteps, "Is everything okay?"
"Yup, uh, Iggy just threw up." The little cat glared, from his spot on your dresser. You had thought that he had gone missing half way though the year in WWII Germany. Apaerently he had just been sent back before you.
"Well make sure you clean it up." You listened as she walked away. Breathing a sigh of relief, you turned back to the duo.
"Vell, vell ,vell. Who knew zat leibe had stuff like zis." Lutz was holding a black lace bra, smirking like an idiot.
"Give me that!" you hissed, snatching it away.
Leave it to him to find the underwear drawer in fifty seconds of ente
AlliesxYurei!Reader 2AlliesxYūrei!ReaderAlliesxYurei!Reader 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Fight for life.
Yūrei- Yūrei are a type of Japanese ghost, usually female (though males do exist), traditionally shown as wearing all white with long black hair that hangs in front of their face. They are typically bound to specific places or objects, and often have a mission of vengeance.
------Alfred's point of view------
There was no way The hero was going to be killed by the very thing that made his favorite food.
I scrambled on top of the fridge. From here I could see the meat grinder slowly wheeling it's way over.
"AH HA HA HA HA! You can't do shit bro!" I crowed, sneering down at the metal machine.
It rammed into the fridge. I teetered dangerously close to the edge.
I really hated to have an metal object prove me wrong.
Standing up, I lept onto the cabinets. For a split second, my feet dangled over the edge. Pulling myself up, I flattened to fit between the ceiling and cabinets. It was a tight squeeze.
Neko-NorwayxReaderNeko-NorwayxReaderNeko-NorwayxReader in General Fiction More Like This
Ugh. Big decisions had always been hard for you. Now faced with "which cat" You were starting to get stressed.
It didn't help that you wanted to take all of them home with you.
'Only one.' You thought 'I only have enough room in my small house for one cat'
On a whim, you sat down. The first cat to approach you, would be the one you took home.
Every cat made a giant circle around you. Felling like you might cry, you crossed your arms.
"They're usually not like this." Elizabaeta stared at the cats in confusion.
A huge Russian forest cat, sat down three feet away, his creepy purple eyes seeming to drill into your very soul.
Defiantly not the cat you were taking home......Even though he was the closest one to you.
Something nudged your hand. A large white cat sat next to you. Stretching out a paw, he batted at leather bracelet on your wrist. The Thor's hammer charm swung wildly.
"You like Norse things Kitty
Neko-RussiaxReaderNeko-RussiaxReaderNeko-RussiaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
So many cats!!!
Big cats, tiny cats. Every color possible.
How to choose? Frowning you scanned the room. You wanted a cat that wasn't very well liked by the others. One that you could shower with affection.
A large gray brown cat sat off to the side. The other cats skirted around it.
"Can I have that guy?" You squeaked pointing towards him.
Elizabeta looked surprised, "You sure? Nobody really likes that cat. Sometimes people do adopt him, but they always bring him back."
You felt your heart throb in sympathy. You had to have that cat. "I am one hundred percent sure!!"
Shrugging she hefted the large cat into an over sized carrier and handed you a stack of papers.
After signing and paying the adoption fee you loaded the cat into the passenger seat of your car.
"Soooooooo." You made a right turn out of the parking lot
"What to call you.." You looked over at him. The cat had a rather large nose and purple eyes. Too cut
I could make a list,but I merely bit my lip when she asked me,I could make a list, in Free Verse More Like This
"What is it you're thankful for?"
How could I tell her
I was thankful for this heart
that beats a thousand times over
when I hear her speak?
BloodI've got a filthy mouth,Blood in Free Verse More Like This
& a house of stars
thriving in my throat.
& I still have yet to tame
this grounded constellation
I call my temple. -Slithering
tongue hissing too many
"fuck you's" against my teeth.
I fear I will write myself hollow-
or until my bones are corroded away
& I am nothing-
an insignificant nebula
orbiting the wrong atmosphere.
But, my veins bleed sweet ichor,
& words are only words, Mother.
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.NaPoWriMo: Day 7 in Free Verse More Like This
She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
NecromancyShe replaces her wristsNecromancy in Free Verse More Like This
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers
She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.
But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
respiration.i am shipwrecked fever;respiration. in Free Verse More Like This
& she is denied oxygen.
i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs.
but, it's the natural disaster
wrapped around her coral spine
that really has my lungs
ConstellationShe is dream dust,Constellation in Free Verse More Like This
too bitter or wise
for her own good.
A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.
She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.
& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos
& I orbit her.
Je t'aimeShe told me, "I love you this much!"Je t'aime in Free Verse More Like This
stretching her arms out
as far as they could go, fingers taught
I looked at her, eyes smiling
and asked, "Only that much?"
"That's all there is." She replied.
And I agreed,
"Vast oceans can not compare our our love,
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: Elle's PrequelIt started with a phone call.Elle and Mias: Elle's Prequel in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I returned home on holiday to the midlands on the border of Warwickshire and Oxfordshire. My life pursuits London became increasingly difficult as the economy declined into a widely unfavorable state. I was balancing a waitressing job at a café along with bookkeeping work. They paid enough to keep me housed, fed, and clothed, but consequently I neither had the time nor the energy to focus on what I really wanted to do with my life, only... I wasn't quite sure what that was. I suppose I would have liked to attend a university, but I didn't have the funds and neither did my parents. Loans would only us into debt that we likely wouldn't be able to pay off readily.
But my situation wasn't unlike any one else's. At least I had a job and could take care of myself. Sure I felt trapped and lost at the same time, confused, and at the end of the day very lonely. Maintaining a social life became another challenge. Here I was, a month away from my twentieth birth
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 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 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 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 16Some force in the cosmos must have been off kilter that morning because Mias suddenly became civil company. During breakfast they had a pleasant conversation about the meal and the magic used to make it. Similar to the housekeeping spell, an enchantment was cast to read over recipes and then prepare the dish accordingly. The time of day and what ingredients there were in stock determined what recipes would be on the menu and each day the recipes were switched to add the spice of variety.Elle and Mias: Chapter 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle honestly found the whole system fascinating. The way Mias described the spell was by no means the result of a simple wave of a wand. It was a process that reminded Elle of how a computer program functioned: a detailed chain of possibilities woven into the system set to execute commands at the user's will. No wonder Elle hadn't encountered other sorcerers of Mias' level; they were as unique in this world as people like Bill Gates were in hers.
After breakfast, Elle returned to her room where she ba
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
Elle and Mias: Chapter 37Elias was being oddly cooperative when the party returned to the castle and Hilda informed her elder sister about their new 'guest'. Helga wasted no time throwing him into a prison cell; she didn't even bother to interrogate him. And Elias didn't fight or even object. He might have been fatigued, but that didn't explain his sudden mellow demeanor.Elle and Mias: Chapter 37 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I don't know what you're up to," Elle said to him from beyond the prison bars. "But I'm sure it's nothing good."
"Heh," his lips curved into a smile. "I just thought I'd pay my long lost sister a visit. I didn't expect you to be here, ruining my good name."
"Your name is as filthy as you are," Elle said bravely. "Your sister's better off not knowing she has a man like you for a brother."
"I'm well aware of Elias," a deep female voice spoke up and Elle turned to see Helga escorting Ia into the cell ward.
Now that Elle got a clear look at the woman, it was obvious she was a Dormaeus what with her dark hair and custom eye markings. She carried
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"It can't be helped. He doesn't have fur to insulate his body," Viola said calmly as she marched on ahead of him. "How can you complain of the cold? I'm having no difficulty."
"You're clearly not a normal woman," Abernos sniffled and rubbed his mitten covered hands together for warmth. "How are we supposed to pinpoint Elle without Leadbury's nose anyway? All he told us was to continue heading north."
"Weren't you supposed to be optimistic Mr. Abernos?"
"Not when it's this cold out," he trotted to catch up with her. "Speaking of optimism, you have an interestingly high degree of confidence Miss Viola."
"Because it's all a little too coincidental. We believe Elias was heading to Noric and based on Leadbury's tracking that appears to be where Elle is as well. I'm willing to bet their paths