Swan SongSwan Song:Swan Song in Free Verse More Like This
Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...
The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.
I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...
A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...
But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their weapons high in the air.
They shrieked and praised their vaunted deity
As they laid her body bare...
At the behest of the robed one, they took her apart.
They chopped her to pieces, and they burned her heart.
And then it was done, like a sprinkling rain.
They left our forest, with a walk of dis
Someday I'd Like to Be A PirateSomeday I'd Like to Be A Pirate in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Someday I'd Like to Be A Pirate:
Someday I'd like t' be a pirate and sail across the seven seas.
I always thought it might be nice t' feel the ocean breeze.
I've always dreamt of findin' treasure, stashed away in a hidden box,
And then after I drop the anchor I'd burst open the locks!
Dubloons I'd find and diamonds t' keep, trinkets worth a life;
Or maybe I'd find a sacred sword or a really ancient knife!
But as I grew, I was soon t' learn, that dreams do not come true.
How many times have I seen a man be strangled till he's blue?
How many days have I watched them stumble, cursin' ill their fate.
When none would reach a helping hand, their heart would fill with hate.
I grew t' question th' ways of Kings who whipped the backs o' men,
More labour earned with blood and sweat while the preachers say 'Amen!'
Donations are given t' temples rich, while the poor are in the street;
So many souls are quickly trampled beneath their ugly feet....
Where first I believe the world was fair, no
A Special Happy BirthdayA Special Happy Birthday:A Special Happy Birthday in Free Verse More Like This
Your birthday is a special day,
It comes but once a year.
And so I've made this little poem
For those that I hold dear.
You've lived and grown another year
And now you've come of age.
It is time for you to show yourself
Upon this worldly stage.
Some are artists, some are troops
Some are sportsmen throwing hoops.
Some are writers, some are bad,
Some might be the best we've had
Others are fixers, others will fax
A gamer might use some mighty hacks;
There is a plethora of choices for you,
So do what in your heart is true.
But for today let us just have fun
Rock the world and then be done.
For a birthday comes but once a year
And yours my friend is finally here!
"Happy Birthday to you, I wish you all the best and may all your wishes come true."
-From Chen Yuan Wen, to all the November birthday kids, 5th November 2012
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right) in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:Whispering to Lucifer in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting
These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come: in Free Verse More Like This
If my tears could tell a story of two -
What would they have to say about you?
Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking
And a girl who found it in the arms of another…
Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,
Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.
Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;
To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.
Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:
Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.
Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;
For her alone, these tears would come.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:Waking Nightmares in Free Verse More Like This
It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood
The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness
A single pounce would end my life
Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint
What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'
My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs
'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the mo
A New BeginningA New Beginning:A New Beginning in Free Verse More Like This
On the sea.
With my friends,
Right by me.
We will sail,
To these lands.
But our hands.
Though we feel,
Lost at sea.
We still know,
We are free.
Come and join,
Raise your hands,
We will sail,
To these lands...
"Hoist the flag and let me see, what the jolly roger of Chen shall be!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th February 2012
Little Soldier BoyHe does not fight for the General barking orders,Little Soldier Boy in Free Verse More Like This
Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders...
In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder
Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly,
Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last
That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger.
A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer
To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting;
For the little soldier boy, once marching home.
"Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012
Never seen that smile before(Actor DenmarkXReader)You bit your lip, wanting the line of fangasming girls to shorten already. You could hardly believe your luck being able to come to one of Mathias Kohler’s signings! The Mathias Kohler!Never seen that smile before(Actor DenmarkXReader) in Romance More Like This
You knew he’d just smile and make some small talk with you as he was expected to, but you couldn’t help but hope, wish that he’d notice you beyond the fact that you were his fan.
Most of these girls were only standing in line because they adored his looks and while you couldn’t deny you felt a certain attraction to the handsome Dane, you simply loved his acting skills.
You’d probably watched everything he’d been in, even the small, pretty much unknown shows when he was still young. Smiling you thought of the progress he’d made between his fist show and the one he’d promoted a few weeks ago.
He certainly has improved..... you hopped from one foot to the other, wanting to meet him more and more each second.
Mathias stretched his arms behind his back, g
8 Writing prompts to say 'I love you' #4#4 Whisper it into her hair in the middle of the night, after you’ve counted the space between her breaths and are certain she’s asleep. Shut your eyes quickly when she shifts towards you in askance. Maybe you were just sleep whispering.8 Writing prompts to say 'I love you' #4 in Romance More Like This
Slowly, cautiously he shifted closer to you. The mattress sunk under his dead-weight, the wooden bed-frame squeaking aloud in protest to his movements. Lutz held still, afraid of waking you. It wasn’t the first time you’d slept together, sleeping without any hanky-panky mind you, but he still couldn’t get comfortable. It was your presence that kept him awake, your scent that made him cling to wakefulness, your even breathing that made his arms quiver with the effort it took to not crush you against his chest.
In the dim light of the moon, curtains intermittent in their swishing in the midnight breeze, he could make out your face. Two half-moons for eyes, closed against the dark light, curved with l
Part two: Progress (Europe Reader)The rest of the meeting progressed smoothly, well more smoothly than it usually would have. It seemed the countries wanted to make a good first impression on you and that suited you just fine. They were still a rowdy bunch, England and France starting fights on numerous occasions but after a glare from Germany they settled down.Part two: Progress (Europe Reader) in Romance More Like This
Finally, the meeting was coming to a close and you stretched, tired from it already. “So, where are you going to stay?” Italy asked happily. The countries’ ears pricked up at this.
“You can like totally stay with me Europe!”
“Nein, it would be better if she stayed with me and basked in my awesomen-“
“Please, your ego would crush her, chica you should stay with me!”
“Quiet you tomato-eating bastard, you’d just pounce on her!”
“Romanooo, that wasn’t nice!!”
You winced as the noise escalated and rubbed your temples, feeling an upcoming head-ache. “I’m going to sta
Flat Battery (South-KoreaXReader)Singing loudly, you and Im Yong Soo danced to the best of your possibility in the cramped compartment of his car. You were waiting for his brothers to get their arses moving.Flat Battery (South-KoreaXReader) in Romance More Like This
You were going to a fireworks display, which Leon was of course absolutely infatuated with. And hey, when your crush and his rather cute brothers asked you to come with them, you couldn't say no.
Your crush was of course the energetic guy who was grooving out next to you. "Oppan Gangnam styleee!" He chanted, doing the dance-moves that accompanied it. Personally, you simply could not keep a straight face when he moved like that, heck any dance move he showed off you found hilarious, especially as his face was always serious when he did them.
Several more minutes went by and the others still hadn't turned up. "Where are they....." He muttered, his face slightly worried now. "Check your phone, maybe they sent you a text or something." You suggested, looking over his shoulder to read with him.
And sure enough, there w
Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)“Hey chérie!” Francis greeted you when he opened the door to his house. “Hi!” You said, grinning toothily and hugging him. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Thanks for coming to help me today, chérie.” He murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “No problem Francis.” You replied, gazing sweetly up at him. “Let’s get started then.” He took your hand, pulling you to the back of his house.
“This is it,” he sighed, gesturing at a double-doored closet,”I suggest you stand back.”
You cocked your head in question, but did as he said, leaning against the wall. Francis seemingly braced himself, taking a deep breath, pulling the doors open at one and springing to the side.
A mountain of clutter, boxes and just general dirt flowed into the room. You grimaced, sniffing the air as though he might have something toxic in amongst all of the cardboard boxes, books and
Waterfall (FranceXNative!Reader)“Frère! Where are you going?!” Francis smiled, turning back to his younger brother. “I’m just going to explore a bit,” he answered, ruffling the wavy blonde hair which was so much like his own. The boy looked up at him, an anxious expression on his face. “Don’t worry,” the Frenchman murmured as he knew just how anxious his brother could get. “Nothing will happen to me and besides,” he slapped the butt of his musket, “I’ve got this with me. Relax and who knows, maybe I’ll bring you back a gift or something.” Matthew’s eyes lit up, yet he still cautioned him. “Still, be careful. We don’t want to have to send you back to France on our first day here.”Waterfall (FranceXNative!Reader) in Romance More Like This
The elder nodded with a smile and with a last pat of the younger’s shoulder, he left. Watching fretfully until his brother disappeared into the dense forest, Matthew muttered “Sois prudent.” to himself b
The potion (Old FritzXReaderXPrussia)Prussia grinned, his tired arms outstretched as the crowd cheered for him. He did a little victory lap around the arena and stopped in front on the king’s stands. It wasn’t his own king, on the contrary Fritz and this king were not far from enemies.The potion (Old FritzXReaderXPrussia) in Romance More Like This
But the king had offered a truce, in order to marry away you, his daughter. You sat there, watching in anguish as the candidates for your husband hacked away at each other, leaving the field bloodied and beaten.
And now this guy was the winner. He crowed in delight, blood flowing from several of his wounds. It matched his crimson eyes as he gazed up at the stands. Wait?! Was it him?!
You covered your mouth with your hand as you remembered. When your countries had been friendlier with each other, you’d often played together. It was weird though, because he’d told you he was the personification of Prussia, a large power in the east.
When your leaders had fallen out with each other, you weren’t allowed to see each
Planting sunflowers (RussiaXReader)You giggled as you scrubbed the grit from your fingernails. It's finished! You thought euphorically, humming to yourself. A month or so ago, you'd decided to repay your friend, one of your best. Ivan had always helped you with everything and you felt it was time to tell him how grateful you were.Planting sunflowers (RussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
He was misunderstood most of the time, because of his eternal childlike smile, but you knew him well so you could immediately see what he was feeling. Recently you started smiling all the time he was around you, always feeling happy when he did and just wanting to be with him.
You wanted to make him happy. And you knew he'd like your gift to him.
You'd asked him before if he could come over to you and you were planning on watching some films with him. That way you'd wait until the moon was out to show him.
The chime of the bell rang and you skipped to get it, opening the door to welcome in a cold Ivan. His pink scarf covered his face so that only above his nose was visible. Shivering he speed
Never seen that smile pt.2 (Actor DenmarkXReader)“Get it right already!” You grumbled, hitting Mathias over the head with the script. He winced though you hadn’t hit him that hard, or at least you didn’t think you had. “I’ve almost got it!” He complained, rubbing the spot you’d hit.Never seen that smile pt.2 (Actor DenmarkXReader) in Romance More Like This
You rolled your eyes, that’s what he’d been saying for two hours now. Settling back on the sofa he laid down, resting his head on your stomach. Absentmindedly you stroked through his unruly hair, sighing as you looked over the script again.
“What kind of an actor are you anyway? If you can’t memorise your lines...” He grinned at you. “I’m learning them a hell of a lot faster than when I used to learn them by myself you know.”
You gaped at him. It must’ve taken him days to get his lines right then! “It takes me awhile to learn them, but once they’re in my head they stick. You act way better if you know what you have to say but not word for word
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerych....(WalesXReader)You cursed loudly, slamming your book onto the desk. As you sat there with your head in your hands, Dylan came to see what was up. He placed a steaming mug of tea for you on a coaster, sat down and sipped at his own.Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerych....(WalesXReader) in Romance More Like This
His mug, you noted, was imprinted with all different types of sheep. "What's wrong?" He asked, leaning his chin on his fist.
You threw your hands up exasperatedly. "It's this bloody name! You know the longest name in the world for a village! That lla-llan-lla-"
"You mean Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch?" He said it so effortlessly, tilting his head as if he couldn't understand what was so difficult about it.
"C'mon that's not fair, how did you learn it?!" You sank down, cradling your head in your arms as you gazed at your boyfriend.
He glanced at the ceiling as he thought. After a moment, he merely shrugged, smiling. "S'not that difficult." He took another sip of the hot liquid.
"Dyl?" You said in a small voice. "Yes...?"
You stood up and sat on
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
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.
She has the moon in her eyes.But, this body is a black hole,She has the moon in her eyes. in Free Verse More Like This
a hollowed out womb-
and these palms are sandpaper
thin and bleeding a silent stigmata.
"Not yet ripe to fall from her bed,
too young to understand her own limbs-"
She folds back July's origami skin,
wishing for the warmth of winters kiss.
She is a raven heart, thumping wildly
against the whispers of vintage lips.
Her bed is empty,
but the sheets are red.
OmegaThere is a wolf lurking in my doorway;Omega in Free Verse More Like This
our eyes holding breathless conversations
as secrets whisper through the stroke of my pen
into the awaiting lungs of strangers.
Soon young pup, you'll have nothing left to say.
My heart is woven together with tight-knit words,
blood red Poe, and thumping Hemingway-
Yet, no headstrong Omega sleeps
within this slightly cracked, ribcage embrace.
"I am unafraid of forests with teeth."
Stephanie -Collab(I wrote us in free verse over every inchStephanie -Collab in Free Verse More Like This
of your tattered surface ).
you were the beatific grin
of a kindergartener high off oxygen,
mouth stretched wide as the entrance to hell,
black tongue bleeding virtuous sin like ichor.
(You taught me praying was for the weak
as I fell for your gypsum nails,
white teeth scrabbling over my chalkboard frame).
scribbled flesh tells no love story
but three layers of skin
worn thin along the length of our feverish bones.
(Garden flowers tucked away worms and dirt,
my ribs hoarded misspellings of my mother's name).
dipping your origami limbs into my ink,
you lost yourself within the dark tangles
of my labyrinth roo
Confessions of a PoetI hide behindConfessions of a Poet in Free Verse More Like This
pretty words and metaphors,
because to be honest,
I have a hard time expressing myself.
Spider and the FlyS e c r e t sSpider and the Fly in Free Verse More Like This
roll off his tongue like candy,
and his lips drip
He likes to walk on bridges,
about as much as he likes
to watch them burn.
He's the spider
to your fly
L i e s.
Her Musethese words are not poetryHer Muse in Free Verse More Like This
swimming liquid fire through ashes
of dead phoenix veins.
no, they are rough and callused
with over use, their own faithless artists
spewing black tar from their lungs
in the hopes to one day breathe again.
nothing moves her.
she would rather scribble her heart out
on physical manifestations of her own reality-
on skin and bones she worships like a temple.
"Write of me," he says, "right here."-
planting sun-stricken kisses
along the hollow of her burning throat.
"I want to be where your heart sleeps."
Future Man"You sure this is a good idea?"Future Man in Humor More Like This
Scholz shot Lenning a look, her eyes narrowed threateningly.
"Okay, okay. I'm just asking." Lenning raised his hands in futility. He knew as well how desperate the situation had become.
The High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program (HAARP) was in trouble with a capital T. The giant array of antennae was located in Alaska, power supplied by a pair of experimental Navy fusion reactors, and was capable of dumping 4.5 teravolts of electrical energy into the earth's atmosphere. The cover story was simple enough: research of earth's magnetic fields.
The reality was far more complicated: weather control, death rays from the sky. Hurricane Katrina had been the most recent experiment gone wrong; Lenning feared something far, far worse from the current fuckup.
Oh, sure, they'd learned to conjure up lighting strikes at will, wipe out entire Chinese tank divisions with a s
DiplomacyThe alien ambassador is here, sir.Diplomacy in Science Fiction More Like This
Right, Johansen turned from his Outlook inbox. Send him in.
The alien ducked his immense deep-sea-divers helmet and clunked into Johansens office, pushing the small metal cart before it. It paused comically to close Johansens door behind it, a small courtesy that made him smile.
Its environmental suit, all metal and brass fittings, was far too bulky for office furniture. It stood before his desk hissing and clicking, the tiny black eyes peering out through leaded glass portholes. Folds of skin crinkled up in a smile as the gramophone on the cart whispered its greeting.
Good day to you, Doctor Johansen.
And, to you, sir! the human shouted into the horn. Are you ready to resume where we left off yesterday? Technology trades?
Good, good! Howd your
Most Magical SwordSarith the Mage was also a master craftsman. He possessed a rare combination of talents, able to work with metal, leather, and wood as well as magic. His name was spoken with reverence among the Twenty Tribes.Most Magical Sword in Fantasy More Like This
He was a kind man, also, giving freely of his abilities to those in need. Gifts are returned in thrice, was his common response to awkward thanks offered by grateful clansmen. And his influence was great, leading by example as he did, for his neighbors bore a reputation for fairness and reliability among the Twenty.
Naturally, then, it came to pass that the invaders sought him out. The Twenty Tribes were a loose affiliation of villages really, not a unified state. And one by one they fell to Krune: master strategist and cunning tactician of the Ravaging Horde.
Krune stood before him now, a huge icon of barely contained rage. Everything about the man bespoke power, from his precise
Zeus, AgainHera found Zeus drinking alone in the Hit Room, a once biker-bar turned yuppie nightclub, now an indie tap house with a stage. Local acts played there a few nights a week; the place was usually crawling with college kids and computer nerds from AetherTek.Zeus, Again in Fantasy More Like This
It was 1986, a few years before the internet would break into public consciousness. AetherTek was a major DARPA contractor, the unseen motive force behind the recent advances in technology. It hired the best, the brightest, drained MIT and CalTech of its wizards before Microsoft and IBM even knew the kids existed. It was a young company, but a powerful force in Seattle.
Great energies swirled around AetherTek, perhaps even a touch of yes, perhaps even She. It was for this reason Hera had begun her long-procrastinated search for Zeus. Why she had come here, to this place, this time.
She stood in the damp doorway to surveil the place before e
Out With a BangCharlotte slotted another AEM round into the launch tube, raised it to her shoulder and sighted through the targeting scope. She hummed tunelessly as she did so, finally selecting a window on the 35th floor. Not too high, close enough to the ground so that most of the mass of the building was above that center of gravity. She whispered to the weapons rather stupid targeting computer.Out With a Bang in Science Fiction More Like This
Set Mode: bunker-buster. Manual Target: acquire visually. Safe and hold.
Target locked. Safe and Hold acknowledged, the AEM chirped in her ear.
Charlotte Grace Evelyn McHanson grunted happily as she lowered the tube to see what Brett was up to. She spotted him behind her, in an abandoned parking structure, waving from the topmost floor.
Abandoned. Why did she keep using that word? Everything was abandoned.
Ho Char, Bretts call came through her link.
Baby DollBaby Doll, wake up.Baby Doll in General Fiction More Like This
Cassandra rolled over and blinked up at her Daddy, who stood over her bed, a dark tower of black in her bedroom. She blinked, rubbed her eyes.
Yes, sweetheart. You have to get up. We have an emergency.
Am I late for school? Cassandra sat up then in panic, her eyes seeking the clock-radio by her bed. White numerals glowed 3:40 AM at her.
No, its an emergency. Get dressed. Shoes and socks too. Meet me downstairs as soon as you can. Hurry.
He reached out and stroked her hair then, big rough hands touching her cheek before slipping away. Hed left the lights for her to turn on, but she fumbled quickly in the dark, pulling on her jeans and locating her shoes.
Downstairs she sat on the bottom step, working a knot loose in her left shoe. Daddy stopped pacing and kneeled down to help.
A Vampire Walks into a BarA vampire walks into a bar. He goes up to the bartender and says, I havent had a drink all week.A Vampire Walks into a Bar in Humor More Like This
Aw Christ, I know how this ends.
Yup. I bit him.
Larry swirled the dregs of his IPA around before draining it with a scowl. Thats how all your stories end, Boris. He smacked his lips and raised the glass above his head, where it was swept away by Gwen the barmaid and replaced with a fresh one as if by magic. She didnt look down, didnt break stride: boom, there it was. Larry loved her for it.
Across the table Boris shrugged. I have a weakness for bartenders.
They taste different?
Try it and see. Its the environment I think. It ages the blood in ways Oh hey, Frank!
Gentlemen. Frank swung a chair around, straddled it and pounded the table with
Parental Control"Daddy! Dad! Lookit this! I drew a spider!"Parental Control in Science Fiction More Like This
Jim glanced at the wildly waving sheet of paper then back to his damaged CSS page. Why wasn't it working? Some of the little boxes surrounding text were overlapping. He scrolled slowly through a thicket of tags and commands.
"Spiders have eight legs, Champ. Not Twelve."
"I know," Billy squealed, "THIS is a megaspider!"
"Awesome. Daddy's busy."
Billy wandered off, and the CSS page still wasn't working. Maybe a broken link?
"Daddy! Somebody's at the door!"
"Tell 'em I'm busy."
"They say they're a robot collective from the Alty-Net University. I think it's a Transformer!"
"I think you mean 'Alternate Universe' and I also think you're watching too much TV. Go play."
"Billy, I'm WORKING."
"Hokay." Billy ran off again.
Oh! Here it is a broken tag.
What does it take...?"What does it takes to kill an immortal?"What does it take...? in Science Fiction More Like This
I looked up from my morning paper, and sighed. Set down my coffee and carefully unbuttoned my shirt. It was new and I did not desire it ruined. I exposed my chest and leaned back, closed my eyes.
She emptied the clip, all nine rounds. Amidst the booming I felt them enter my chest and bounce around, knicking ribs, shattering vertebrae. The shirt was wrecked anyway as I felt multiple exit wounds explode from my back. Tsk. It was one of the few hundred-dollar shirts I owned.
She sat across from me and poured herself coffee as I healed. My hearing was wrecked from the gunfire; we could not have held a normal conversation anyway. I watched her methodically reload the clip and slam it back into her gun, raining spent .32 casings into a potted plant. The gun disappeared in the folds of her coat.
Finally, I was done. I stretched, reb
Job HuntingA quarter-copper into the slot woke the kiosk, so I punched for Classified, Employment, Any. It chewed on this for a moment, communicating with Ministry bases via aetheric waves, popping a green WORKING flag out the slot on top.Job Hunting in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
FOR ANOTHER QUARTER, its bead-matrix display clacked, YOU CAN UPGRADE TO GENUINE BISON PARCHMENT! BISON IS EASY ON THE EYES, DURABLE, AND WATERPROOF!
I pulled the NO THANKS lever. The kiosk paused a moment, perhaps offended, but went back to work momentarily.
I'd once tried unicorn parchment because it sounded cool. But the rainbow sheen rendered text nigh-unreadable in direct sunlight. Bovie parch was the default, the cheapest, all I could afford. Genegeneered cow skin, basically.
The bead-matrix jittered and clacked anew, inviting me to try SHAME! THE NEWSMAG PACKED WITH TRUE EROTIC ADVENTURE TALES CERTAIN TO TITILLATE AND AMUSE!
No thanks, kiosk. Just prin
CielxReader: Pt 2 Ciel couldn't find any comfort in his bed. Something in your eyes just kind of sent him into an uncomfortable state. They were just so inhuman, so cold and dry within them.CielxReader: Pt 2 in Romance More Like This
Opening his eyes, he sat up to try and relax. He barely noticed that there were beads of sweat condensed on his forehead until the coolness of the air hit him. Running a hand through his hair, he shook his head trying to clear it.
A light knock on the door caused him to jump in surprise. "Young master...you seem rather unrest...is everything alright...?"
Ciel took a moment to catch his lost breath and regained composure. "Come in."
The door opened and the lights flickered on. Sebastian stood there with a smile on his face as always. "Young master, it seems you've had a nightmare."
"Don't say such pathetic things." Ciel interjected, crossing his arms,"I just have much resting on my mind is all. Just make me some warm tea to help me calm my nerves."
Sebastian shot a dar
PrussiaxReader: Not Alone on Christmas Once more, you watched as Prussia slipped out of the house. Christmas Eve and all that man could do was leave everyone to their own business. Sure he was used to being alone but that didn't mean he always had to be.PrussiaxReader: Not Alone on Christmas in Romance More Like This
Going to the door, you grabbed your gloves and scarf before rushing out the door after him. 'Stubborn nation...' you thought quietly to yourself, finding his figure in the distance, blending in with the white of the falling snow.
Chasing after him, you felt your mind dizzying. What could he possibly be doing for the umpteenth time for the night that caused him to leave his family and friends behind on the holidays?
You stayed near behind, watching as he walked along the snowy streets of Berlin. Not many people were out, a car or two rushing by as you followed quietly behind him.
After awhile, he stopped at a cement wall, no specifics behind it. There was graffiti littering it and the age obviously showed. Parts were broken and torn away
PrussiaxReader: Dive The water felt cool as it enveloped your body. You didn't try to fight it. You couldn't swim. Struggling would just waste your energy faster. Whoever pushed you off the edge must've been feeling really good about themselves now.PrussiaxReader: Dive in Romance More Like This
Here's the story: you got a letter in the mail that was seemly written by your best friend and long-time crush Gilbert Beildschmidt. The letter told you to meet him at a cliff, overlooking the ocean.
Thinking he was going to admit he had feelings for you, you went. While waiting for him, you sat on the edge, watching the waves hit against the rocky edge.
Someone came up from behind you, making you turn only enough to see a female face with a grin before you were falling into the ocean. Now you rest in the ocean, your watery grave awaiting.
A wave pushed you forward, slamming you into the side and knocking all the remaining air in your body out. Trying to swim upwards, struggling for air, you tried swimming upwards once more.
Nekotalia!PrussiaxReader It felt like the entire world was on fire around you. A burning inferno surrounded you with no chance of escape. As it backed you into a corner, you felt as though all chances of survive had gone.Nekotalia!PrussiaxReader in Romance More Like This
Smoke enveloped you, making it near impossible to breath. Above you, the floorboards groaned pitifully, sending a wooden pillar down on top of you and rendering you useless. The rest of the house crashed down in suit.
Your body ached painfully as everything around you fell quiet. Flames burned out to embers. Wood turned into soot and ash. Persons could be heard dispersing, probably giving up hope that there was anyone or anything there.
Climbing through the darkness, you started desperately crying out for any source of help. Slowly advancing your way up to the only source of light you could see, you tried crying out louder. Outside, it felt so crisp and cold, you could see what little breaths you were able to exhale.
By the time you
Neko!GilbertxReader: Pt 2 Gilbert awoke hours later with a start, something made him feel uneasy. His eyes immediately darted to where his brother once lay asleep. Fear filled him as he realized that neither his brother or you were anywhere to be found.Neko!GilbertxReader: Pt 2 in Romance More Like This
Shooting up out of bed, he quickly escaped his bedroom and sought you out. In no time at all, terrible thoughts began to fill his head over what you might be doing.
There was a loud explosion, sending pain into his fragile eardrums and then Ludwig's screams. Gilbert suddenly filled with adrenaline and rushed to where he heard Ludwig's cries.
Bursting into the room, he instinctively readied himself to attack, almost missing the scene of you holding his crying baby brother and trying to calm him down. The second the door burst open, you quickly spun and quickly went back to calming Ludwig.
"What...? Did you do anything...to mein bruder...?"
You shook your head and went towards him, handing him
Prince SomaxReader "You know I envy you Ciel..." Placing your face on the table, you groaned. Ciel's glanced turned towards your disheveled form with agitation. "You already know you're going to marry Elizabeth. I'm bound to be alone forever..."Prince SomaxReader in Romance More Like This
"Why do you always come here to complain about relationships?" He muttered from across the table. "Do I look like a matchmaker to you-?"
"If I may." Sebastian interrupted. His footsteps rebounded through the room you sat in. As they grew louder, you allowed your head to lift. "__________, you're a sensible (age) year old. I don't think you should worry about marriage at the moment."
"Thank you, but it isn't helping me much Sebastian..." The butler's smile fled for a breif instant before returning.
"I don't understand why you keep inviting yourself over here." Ciel started again, resting his cheek on his fist. "I mean, don't you have other friends you can bother?"
"But you're so much more...interesting."
Germanic TrioxReader -Pt 2- The next morning, you awoke in warmth. The first thing you assumed was that the people from the orphanage had found you and you were taken back.Germanic TrioxReader -Pt 2- in Romance More Like This
Looking at the cloths you wore, your eyes widened. "M-My pictures...! M-Mommy...! N-no...!" Beside you, someone shifted as they awoke and you were taken into a warm pair of arms.
The second you saw the stranger's face, you began bawling. "S-Shhh! Liebling...! E-Everything is okay...! I-It's okay...!"
"D-Daddy!" You sputtered out in betwixt sobs. "I-I thought I'd never f-find you!"
"D...Daddy?" Looking around the room for a moment, he sought out anyone else in the room. "W-Wait...I'm not a dad...who are you kind...?"
"I-I'm _-__________...m-my mommy..." Putting your hand to where your pocket was the night you left. Suddenly, new tears sprung to life and sobs erupted once more.
"Might you have been looking for zese, kind?" A voice forced your head to turn, a man with dark-brown hair and violet eyes
GrellxReader It was a complete accident what you saw. A death. A scene. And a man.GrellxReader in Romance More Like This
Rounding the corner in the midst of a night in London, you were faced with an extremely unlikely scene. An unreal scene. An otherworldly scene. There, over a body of a freshly-deceased woman stood a man.
No, that's not even a proper description. This man was obviously no ordinary man. The first thing that caught you when looking at the man was the neon green against a sea of red. His eyes were the most peculiar color of green hidden behind a pair of red glasses. His long hair fell almost the ground, pure red all the way to the...heels...? Yes, he was definitely wearing heels. A red coat draped on his arms and a more normal vest and bow.
From the coat, you watched as he pulled out two scissors. There you were, sitting completely dumbfounded by this man with more and more odd things happening with him.
"Really Will," Your (e/c) eyes widened,"I know you're upset with me, but we could'v
Vocaloid!GermanyxReader: Sing for Me -Pt 1-Vocaloid!GermanyxReader: Sing for Me -Pt 1- in Romance More Like This
Staring into the screen with goo-goo eyes, you pleaded once more,"Please sing to me?"
The small figure which was standing in the middle of the screen went from standing upright with his arms crossed to turned away so his back towards you and sitting.
Growling in frustration, you led your head fall to the keyboard with a thud. Relentless to say, but your painful noise actually got the small program to peer over his shoulders, his icy blue eyes holding concern as he saw your head laying on the keyboard from outside the screen.
He picked himself off the bottom of your screen and shook his head. Sure he was a Hetaloid, and like any other Hetaloid, he was made to sing for the enjoyment of these people. But, this one was different, more self-concious about his voice.
This morning, you had bought the program file of your favorite Hetaloid; Germany. Though you desperately tried to make him sing for you, he absolutely refused, no matter how many times y
Merman!IcelandxReader: Forbidden LoveMerman!IcelandxReader: Forbidden Love in Romance More Like This
Emil floated near to the surface of the water, the silvery-white strips of hair blocking his violet eyes slightly as he sat in wait under the calm ocean water below him.
Looking a bit in front and upward, he glared towards a cliff which stuck out of the watery depths. Many of his people had warned him to stay weary while around here for this was the symbol of the border between those who thrived in the sea, and those who lived on land.
Emil never told them though that the reason he would come to the border nearly every day was to see her. In the distance, a figure became visible on the border-marker.
The wind was lightly blowing, causing her (h/l) strands of (h/c) hair to gently sway as though they were apart of the ocean's waves, making a beautiful ripple all its own. Her eyes looked like the most gentle pools of (e/c). But the thing he loved the most was her voice which was smooth as silk and as calming as the gentle pitter-patter of rain when they
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
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.
How Does it Feel,How does it feel to watch it all fall apart?How Does it Feel in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To want nothing but a whole heart.
To stand before the mirror watching your tears fall.
To see so much and not understand it at all.
And when you look into his eyes, grow weak at the knees,
but always know "He'll never want me."
How does it feel to watch her hurt so bad?
Wanting to help her not be so sad.
It hurts even worse to not know how to help.
To be there wasn't enough when she fell.
And when you look in her eyes and the world falls apart,
everytime it breaks your heart.
How does it feel to not understand
your own thoughts in your own damn head?
To never know why he's not there with you,
always questioning lies, digging for the truth.
And when he looks into your eyes,
you could break down and cry.
Oh how they say the one you've got's enough.
They don't know how it feels to miss his touch.
And your best friends are there.
You know how much they care,
but every night you cry yourself to sleep.
Trying to stand tall, but always
I Need YouEverything is falling beneath my feet.I Need You in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So much has fallen through that I cannot defeat.
And I try to stand on my toes to strengthen the dance.
But I once again fall over my last chance.
I wish you were here right now, but you're hours away.
I've nothing to call home and I needed you today.
Hiding behind the curtains to muffle my tears.
Staring through the window, but through the darkness nothing clears.
It seems this apathy is endless.
My dreams are haunted by the taste of your lips.
Phantoms that never really died run through my heart.
I need you here with me before I fall apart.
A Letter to an AngelWe miss you, oh you don't even know...A Letter to an Angel in Free Verse More Like This
We keep on waking up, hoping to see you tomorrow,
but you're not coming back.
You're not coming back...
And to see you without a smile on your face is the hardest thing.
With you gone, I'm struggling.
The baby's due next week, I'm lying in bed.
There's an aching in my heart and a pounding in my head.
I wish you were here to take the pain away,
but I remember the news that day...
I want you to come home...
but you're not coming home...
And she's growing up so fast, I wish you could see.
She has your eyes and it's killing me.
It bringstears to my eyes when she asks where you went.
I can't tell her where, or why you ever left.
It was all on the news again, the anniversary.
She sat there in tears and watched it with me.
She asked me why God had to be so cruel.
How do you lie to an angel that looks just like you.
Just a letter to you baby that you'll never read.
I hope your safe now in your everlasting sleep.
It'll Never EndI am empty without you.It'll Never End in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stuck and wandering, nowhere...to...
be...because you aren't here right now.
You can't hold me now.
I want you to be there
even if she still cares.
Take good care of my heart, you took it with you.
Think of me in a quiet moment before she sees you.
And when you dial my number I hope you get butterflies,
because just seeing your caller ID makes me want to cry.
I have to concentrate on breathing.
I know you aren't leaving...
cause you tell me so.
I want you to know
you are the best thing to ever happen to me.
Without you I am struggling.
I hope you're having fun.
Know you are the one.
I love you.
I miss you.
I can't wait til you come home.
Please don't wait til tomorrow
to call me back.
Even if the sky turns to black
you are brighter than any color.
Tell me you didn't mean it when you said you loved her.
I feel selfish but I want to lock you up in my heart.
Just for tonight at least, no time to be apart
cause I am empty without you.
Left with nowhere to go to...
Forget Me NotIn her hearts of heartsForget Me Not in Free Verse More Like This
where no conscience could sway
with determination and bitter cold,
to keep the demon's chains.
For the metallic taste
as cold as burning ice
watered her tongue
and stung her eyes
just as a ripping silver bullet
for the black of night,
how it disturbs the ill mind
and gropes the true scent of fright.
The vigils and debutantes
with arms and broken corsets,
holding tight to our insides,
the noise of applause for the hopeless.
She rained upon the sky,
shut out the gods.
Chafed the porcelain skin
of the Worthless that we lost.
She held the high mien
of someone who is scared.
She encroached upon the open,
leaving shards of glass everywhere,
for all across her walls
the mirrors were aligned,
afraid to see her reflection
afraid of what she might find...
And with her depleting finesse of lies
she ripped out her heart
and only held the purged figure
of a girl who was afraid to die.
Hurting MeThere's a girl that runs in suicide,Hurting Me in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
trying...trying, to outrun her life.
But she can't escape the problem, it follows the blood trail.
Tasting her pain and watching her fail.
She pushes herself harder,unable to smile.
Everything she's lost she creates again with denial.
Writing each word down with each tear that falls.
The cuts and scars coming defiantly against their pleading calls.
She knows how much they care, it's just hard for her to see.
What it is to her when she's hurting me.
Minutes and MilesYou don't understand what it's likeMinutes and Miles in Free Verse More Like This
don't quite get the feeling.
Thinking forty six minutes is an eternity.
No you don't quite get the feeling,
that five minutes is just holding your breath.
That it isn't til seven months you'd take death.
You can't grasp the epitome of darkness
until you're sitting outside alone.
Don't know impatience til you stare at the phone.
You couldn't possibly imagine the dreams
that are so sweet they become terrors.
Time to reboot, clerical error.
Couldn't taste the bittersweet of a night
til you're having a movie date
watching scenes you both hate
but continuing to seek it out
so that there's some common ground.
Something you can talk about.
And then you can pretend they're there
that the space next to you isn't cold.
That you're not holding up the phone.
Supposed to BeI'd love some desperation,Supposed to Be in Free Verse More Like This
some midnight lullabies.
there for the audience and the limelight.
What about shredding lace
separation only temporary.
Breathe a gentle fog,
drenched by the rain
mistaken brush of the fingers
and you're swallowed up in the name,
the flavor of the night,
time is backwards and upside down
and you don't care
because it's better this way,
a refuge now.
The things you'd like to say,
they're not a secret here.
It's pages and pages
of wandering curves
hips, neck, tongue
and sharing what you've never told.
I'd love the stories,
twenty questions no one ever knows,
one hundred hurtfulpoignantlovingtragictender things
while the rest of the world lies cold.
Because it isn't the flesh,
I could lie for hours never touching.
It isn't what it looks like to them,
it is how it feels,
it is the cloud nine.
It is the free fall down a thousand miles of sky
It is the sentences that make yo
A Lesson in Meanings Thank you.A Lesson in Meanings in Free Verse More Like This
Two simple words
hold no emotion.
Sorrow for What's Lost Weeping for time lost,Sorrow for What's Lost in Free Verse More Like This
she looks to the future
for what she needs
Sorrow drags her down,
Starvation Its been so long.Starvation in Free Verse More Like This
The spring of nourishment
long dried up.
Then you arrived.
Golden and beautiful.
Multitasking Another day,Multitasking in Free Verse More Like This
Mom, were hungry!
Magic Its always like this ~Magic in Free Verse More Like This
I can forgive
SecretsSecrets in Free Verse More Like This
Death comes not for me,
They come to cut out
the evil of my life.
Precious Treasures of My Mind Its there in the recessesPrecious Treasures of My Mind in Free Verse More Like This
of my mind ~
holding my soul
Holding Hands It takes courageHolding Hands in Free Verse More Like This
to hold my hand
during the storm.
My heart is yours.