Marital Arts Part 16- The Communion's Completeness"I love you regardless of who you are." Titania finally whispered. "But if I can help you becoming Oberon for real, have no doubt I will. Just put your trust in me, because, dear heart, I love you so utterly!"Marital Arts Part 16- The Communion's Completeness in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With one sweep, he took her into his arms and kissed her, unbridled joy and relief on his face. He wasn't about to let anything come between them again.
"I love you too, Titi! When the moon falls into the sun is when I'll stop loving you. This is my promise and oath." He gazed into his true love's green eyes, knowing they reflected the feelings in his own heart. "And I am truly sorry for not being with you for the baby deliveries the way an Elven man should be. You must have felt abandoned, Titi. Was it hard? Was it painful?"
"It wasn't as difficult as it would be for a Human woman since I do have the greater strength of an Elf. But it was a trifle hard."
"Titania," he warned, shaking her just a little in reproach. "I don't want the sanitized version. You know that, while I wasn'
Marital Arts Part 19 - The Daughter's RelevationBirdsong woke her up that morning. Titania stretched, feeling her husband's arm tighten around her, keeping her locked into the curve of his body. For the first time in eons, they had spooned each other throughout the night. Of course, it always left her neck sweaty and hair in more tangles than normal. But... it was nice to have him with her. Smiling at that thought, she snuggled back into Oberon's warmth, loving the feel of his body against hers before she realized that it was getting late. Carefully, she picked up his strong arm, moving it to the side.Marital Arts Part 19 - The Daughter's Relevation in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"One would think that you didn't like sleeping in my arms," Oberon's sleepy voice said, his arm reclaiming its place. "Come morning, you always seem to flee from my side as though I was some guilty secret you have."
She craned her neck to look back at him, mirth on her face. Reaching up a hand, she brushed back a few strands of his fair hair so that she could see his sleepy eyes better.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."
"I was mo
Marital Arts Part 20- The joy which became sadness"This must be the week of revelations," Lorelei said to Uriel as they were regarding a servant feeding the birds in the aviary, flutter of colourful wings and eager chirps filling the air. "First Ariel and Orkid and now THIS. Who would have thought that of Titania? The upright Queen of the Elves."Marital Arts Part 20- The joy which became sadness in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I would," Uriel replied solemnly, squeezing his wife's hand. "And not only because I might have gathered some intelligence regarding my mother's doabouts in Briton, but because I felt I had to ask her. I had to hear from her own mouth that it was not just an infatuation. That this Human truly meant something to her."
"And he died! What a terrible twist of faith."
"Yes However she would have outlived him nevertheless. With perhaps as long as 150 years. And seeing him age while staying young, that ought to have been even more heartbreaking."
"Was that his death, I mean the reason for her to return to Cloud, you think?" Lorelei asked.
"Partly, however I think she als
Marital arts part 1 - The Elven High CourtOrkid of Saphirion was standing by the wheel of his beautifully sleek ship Green Eyed Mermaid as it was heading across the glittering Atlantic, snow white sails billowing in the wind, the steam cutting trough the water like a knife trough butter. It was a wonderful day for sailing, a strong, warm and salt-smelling meltemi was blowing from behind with a stearboard tilt, the sun was shining happily from the clearest of skies and only some tiny and fluffy little white clouds could be seen by the horizon.Marital arts part 1 - The Elven High Court in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A pack of glistening gray dolphins had taken up following his ship, jumping in the waves and spraying high in the air as they where whisteling to him. And Orkid put two fingers in his mouth and whistled back, since he understood Dolphin well. He could actually consider himself fluent, if it wasn't for the mundane reason that it was impossible for humanoids to form some of the whistles, and there were tunes as well being in frequences the humanoid ears couldn't persieve. Still Orkid did as
Marital Arts part 4 - The Secret of a QueenThe Elven Princess Ariel was sitting curled up in a coach by the window, hands folded over knees and looking out in the velvety dark stillness of the night, insomnia tormenting her as so many nights before. Ever since her divorce from Lord Eskiar had she been plagued by failed sleep. There had been few night she had slept fully trough, as a rule she fell asleep effortlessly in the evening, but most of the nights she tended to wake up just after midnight and then being unable to shut her eyes for real before the morning sun's first rays graced the treetops outside. She should be accustomed to this by now, she thought - nonetheless that was far from the case. She so wanted to find her blessed rest just like ordinary people did.††Marital Arts part 4 - The Secret of a Queen in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The window was slightly ajar, letting in the crisp and chilly nocturnal air and with it those small sounds which were significant for the dark hours. The white noise of crashing waves, which seemed more prominent during the night, the cicadas and the odd call of
Marital Arts Part 14 - The Point Of No ReturnThe pale silver rays of moonlight crept into the shadows as night descended upon the Palace whilst the moon ascended in the starry night sky. With the moonlight the water sprites came from under the sea and their melodious song now echoed through the forests, the mountains and the villages of Cloud Island, creating happiness in the midst of the people dwelling there. And in the Palace the merriment went on, allowing most participants to forget about their weekday worries and loads of demands.Marital Arts Part 14 - The Point Of No Return in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not all. Carrying a night lantern, Titania was ascending the large palace stairs in solitude, leaving the festive buzz of the celebration behind and entering the calm and quiet upper floors, where only the only things heard beside the distant party noise was the crackling of flames in fireplaces, lit to chase away the darkness and the increasing chill of the late summer night.
When she reached Oberon's suite, she wavered for a few moments, motionless and hesitant, trying to rationalize what she wa
Marital Arts Part 13 - The signs a woman can tellThe evening sun sank beneath the edge of the boundless ocean, tinging the waters with rose-gold and outlining the glass covered dome of the Assembly Hall in a burst of brilliant golden-red fire. It shone off from the beak, where the large, marble white building was situated, across the bay and almost blinding Oberon when he looked straight at it. So he shifted his eyes away, gazing down in the waters instead, looking at the frothy turmoil where the waves crashed against the dark, seaweed-covered rocks, listening to the powerful whooshing noise as if it was speaking to him, got things to say. It was a sound he had heard since he was a baby, rocking gently in his carved cradle of rowan wood, a sound he had heard even in his deepest dreams and it never failed to soothe and comfort.Marital Arts Part 13 - The signs a woman can tell in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As a child, when he had been angry or upset, Oberon used to run down to the shore, where the hissing song of the waves soon appeased whatever troubled him. It had become his refuge. His soul asylum. Even now, w
Marital Arts Part 10 -The Wreckage caused in Anger"Titania, a moment?"Marital Arts Part 10 -The Wreckage caused in Anger in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, Oberon?" Putting aside the box of jewelry she was still holding, Titania stood up from her settee and walked over to her husband, who was waiting out in the hallway just outside the door opening, his bright orange tunic straining over his powerful chest the way fashion edicted these days. He appeared rested; still there was a concerned look in his blue eyes as he regarded his Queen. Remaining seated, a troubled Uriel watched them go. How much had his father overheard?
Titania accompanied Oberon down the hallway which ran through the castle wing, worried that her husband might have caught something of her conversation with Uriel. It almost felt like the people on the oil paintings lining the wall were regarding her with apprehension, their eyes scrutinizing the royal couple as they walked. Titania's furry, gray and black cat followed them a few steps, but then she seemed to consider her mistress being able to take care of herself, so sat down on her hind legs,
Marital Arts Part 21 - The Honesty that HurtsTitania glanced over at Oberon as he entered the office longue, before continuing her talk with CloŽ, desperately trying once again to get her daughter to see reason. Unfortunately, the usually rational and level headed Princess was having none of it.Marital Arts Part 21 - The Honesty that Hurts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mother, would you let it go if you were me?" CloŽ asked, knowing that Titania would do no such thing. Of all the things she was known for, pride was one of the Elven Queen's most distinguishing features. Even though her time among Humans had changed her, had softened her harsh angles, she was still an extremely proud woman. That pride may have diminished over time but it was still evident.
"It's just politics," Titania tried. "Nothing personal. Elves playing for power, either for themselves or for their Houses. And they are often using Royalties as leverages for such games."
"But I'm not in this for helping some stuck up Duke getting another benefit he has not made himself worthy of. He wants to have a ship, he goes the long way, he stan
Marital arts part 3 - The Reluctant Returnee"TITANIA!" Oberon's apprehensive voice echoed down the empty hallway. The door he had flung open hung on one hinge, swinging crookedly as he stormed into the small house in his restless pursuit for her.Marital arts part 3 - The Reluctant Returnee in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This house resembled the one he'd found her in years ago, quiet and cozy. Small but well planned, utilitarian more than lavish. White painted, unadorned walls, simple and colourful rugs upon polished wooden floors. Not a speck or a dust worm anywhere! Her mellow presence breathed in all the corners - as it once had on Cloud Island. It gave Oberon the impression of home and the knot in his chest tightened almost painfully. Was Titania insane enough to think that he was just going to let her disappear out of his life without so much as a struggle? Had she forgotten how long he had loved her, courted her?
No, he thought, as he halted his rush, resting his hand on the smooth back of a high chair made out of intricately carved, dark wood and with a soft, orange pillow in the seat. He was goi
Under AttackArmy Postal ServiceUnder Attack in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When the Greek Army swept like wild fire trough the city all I could do was run. Run with my son in my arms, trying to save us from the Greeks and most of all from the terrible Ares himself...
(A kind of steampunk take on the mythology - for those who claim ancient accuracy - sorry it's not to be found here, I've taken quite a few liberties with the timeline and geographic characteristic)
1. Under Attack
"Mommie, are we going to die?" Kalian looked at me with his big, brown eyes filled with fear.
"No, dearest, we're not." I lied. "We're not going to die. We're going to make this; we just have to get away from the men chasing us."
"Can we do that?" my son hiccupped.
"Yes, yes, dear, we can do that!"
Nevertheless I was beginning to have my doubts. After all I was alone, carrying a five year old in my arms. A heavy five years old, and the Dark Warriors who persecuted us were plentiful. They were huge and lethal and well armed. Even if I could get o
Welcome to Olympos19. Welcome to OlymposWelcome to Olympos in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had expected Olympos to be magnificent, but my fantasy had not been able to fully envisage its grandeur, and I was breath taken upon coming nearer. We were riding Ares' flying chariot, propelled by divine magic, so we got to see the whole wonderful vista from above. At first there was just this imposing mountain which side we were ascending. It was steep and the summit appeared like just another snow-clad peak halfway hidden in clouds.
But as we were sweeping over the pinnacle we passed a kind of a borderline where the snow was traded into grasslands and meadows. There were small rivers, tiny lakes and waterfalls cascading down the rocks, painting rainbows in the sky. There were pretty houses making up a neat little village hardly larger than Salenda and there were delicate bridges spanning waters and canyons. I spotted large tended gardens and meadows where the most splendid horses were gracing and frolicking around.
In the middl
Observations from a borderline10. Observations from a borderlineObservations from a borderline in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"A god!" I heard myself blurt out, almost spilling my juice. I had to look again at the fragile-looking patient in the four poster bed, to make sure I was not mistaken, but the aura gave the man with the wax-coloured skin away. There were yellows and orange in that faltering aura, telling me it was a ruler- and city god lying there. As well as some white hinting at weather abilities. A once powerful god no doubt. But what could harm a man like that and put him on the brink of death? And how could they possibly expect Xena to help him? Or was it...?
The swarthy and slender man who was sitting next the dying god rose from his chair, he seemed to echo my doubts, a confused look upon his comely face as he scratched his beard.
"Chizay, what have you been thinking? This is but a mortal medic. She doesn't have what it takes. I told you we're going to need a..."
"A god, yeah. A healing god. And she will be on her way soon."
"What do you mean?"
Achilles' ChoiseAfter Patroklos' death Achilles had been beside himself. To put it mildly. Or to put it more correctly, he had become a berserking madman, crazier in battle than Ares himself. To avenge his beloved cousin Achilles had sought out the Trojan Hector and slaughtered him brutally. Hector, who had generally been considered Achilles' superior when it came to fighting skills, hadn't stood a chance against the infuriated Greek. Achilles had attacked Hector with murder in his eyes, not seeking a battle kill but pure and hot blooded murder, the war forgotten; avenge being the only thing that counted. As if that hadn't been enough Achilles had defiled and desecrated Hector's body severely and humiliated the Trojans by tying Hector's dead body to his chariot, driving it around the sieged town. Still that hadn't been sufficient; Achilles' deeds of bravery and madness couldn't heal his shattered soul. It couldn't cleanse the deep grieve he felt; it couldn't remove his painful sadness - and most of alAchilles' Choise in Short Stories More Like This
Xena's decision15. Xena's decisionXena's decision in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ares" Saion called out. He was standing there with little Kalian in a steady grip, a knife against our son's exposed troth. And not just any knife, but a knife of Adamantine. The god-killing material. "Ares, watch this, and then you'll know just how it feels to lose a kin."
But Ares was faster than the light. The next moment Saion traded his bragging speech for a horrendous yell as he clasped his left eye, from where another knife was protruding, another Adamantine knife. And the chocked Anatolian let go of Kalian who came running up to me with a whimper.
"Mommie, mommie," he was crying and I knelt to take him in his arms, caressing him hard, burying my face in his dark whirls of hair, to not show my state of chock. Behind me Xena was almost wailing out Zeus' name. But Ares went over to Saion and grabbed him by the arms with fists of steel, forcing the intruder to drop his knife and then to fall down on his knees in Ares' unrelenting grip. The God of War pla
Fruit of love3. Fruit of loveFruit of love in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Then he was gone. And fall came early that year. It was hardly September when the mornings were starting to get chilly and in the end of the month the leaves turned yellow and were falling and the ocean got too cold for baths. And persistent news of the war was reaching us.
All the time I kept repeating Arians last words to myself over and over again.
"I will return, Didi, I promise."
I will return, I will return, I will return, I will return, I will return, Iwillreturn, I will I will I will. Didi I promise .
But when would that happen? I forced those speculations to the back of my mind, since they were doing no good and dug into reality again. I returned to work and to life and my friends and the thatching that needed to be fixed on my house and all the other things that were calling for my attention. I also realized that the war was on everybody's lips these days. Some of the youths from the village ran away from home and joined one or the other side of t
Two best friendsCan friendship endure? - the tale of IoTwo best friends in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When Io betrays her best friend Hera with Hera's husband Zeus an iron rod is poled into the heart of their friendship. Can Hera ever forgive Io and will Io ever feel comfortable around Hera again. Can true friendship win over a dire mistake?
Two best friends
The young girls' high-pitched yelling and screaming were heard almost over the whole Palace of Zeus. Not only were the young goddesses voices strong, as divine voices usually are, they were arguing in the Grand Staircase Hall, where the acoustics sent voices bouncing off ornate marble walls and up through the wide, sunlit shaft.
"Now again!" Hestia stopped in her tracks, making a face. "They're going to break some glass pieces if they go on like this, I'm sure!" Then she turned around and begun walking back the way she had come.
Halfway there she met the goddess she was looking for:
"Hera! Guess what?"
"Yeah," the Queen of Olympos sighed. "I'm hearing them al
The Two Queens6. The two queensThe Two Queens in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Theban queen's name was Castate, she was a petite and blond girl aged 18, and with a cute, elfin face and greyish green eyes. She looked like a kind and gentle being with her fine features and freckled little nose, but nothing could be more wrong. Io soon learned that the queen was far from friendly. At least not to a wet nurse who fed the royal princess Androdora. No, Castate was haughty and posh and kept looking down her nose at everyone beside her closest maids and the old Mother of the king.
To be true save for the first short 'interview' Io hardly got to meet the queen Castate, instead the one who usually came to her with princess Androdora was a maid named Lika. Lika was a plump brunette with humorous and sparkling brown eyes who never missed a chance to chat away with Io while the latter breast fed the infant princess. It was trough Lika Io got to learn almost all of what happened around the castle. While Castate was the real queen, Lika w
Duel6. DuelDuel in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke up in the middle of the night, not really sure about where I was. The dreams had been full of war. Of smoke and fire and terror. And of - Arian. He had come for me, hadn't he? In the middle of all the mayhem he had been there.
And was still?
It was completely dark, and I was hot and sweating with a sticky feeling between my breast and under my neck. I found myself lying spooned up against a warm body. A man with his arms around me and his breath against my neck, making me feel warm - and safe. So very safe. Arian? Ares!
Yes, it all came back to me like a bucket of water had been poured over my head, all the pandemonium of yesterday. And Arian - my wonderful Arian had been Ares the war god. He had appeared out of smoke and fire and saved me and Kalian when I thought all was lost. Then he and I had made love here in this dark room, I still felt my lower lips contract when I recalled the bliss. I couldn't even begin to describe the ecstasy he had brought me into. The
Never abandon a friend9. Never abandon a friendNever abandon a friend in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ares was never the man of pointless questions. As soon as I had told him my dream he brought out a brass bowl and filled it with water he conjured up. Then he put it between us in the bed so we could use the water as a scrying device and see what had happened. Xena had not been kidnapped against her will as I had first thought. There had been no abduction of a kicking and screaming friend. Instead she had been approached by a tall, bearded elderly man in a long dark-blue coat and toppy hat who had offered her a large sack of money for her services.
"You'll have to come with me to Rhembosia because the patient is there and cannot be moved" the tall stranger said, his voice oddly pitched for a man and with that guttural, edgy lilt I had come to connect with the Anatolians. "And we'll be travelling immediately, time is dire."
"I'll have to pack a few things." Xena replied.
"Make it fast. And remember we can get you almost anything you need in Rhembosia, so
We see different starsWe see different starsWe see different stars in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
While yours shine throughout
the darkness of your night,
light the way into your sky,
and hold your wishes til
they finally come true,
mine reflect in the murky filth
from which they can be seen
acting as disgusting mirrors
into a world which cannot be mine
A Love I Can't EscapeFor you I batheA Love I Can't Escape in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in horribly wonderful decadence
that envelops me
crushing and choking me
beneath my own ambiguity
I haven't the heart
to hold to the utter
which I've come to feel for you
and it fears its own inability
to encompass such disgusting purity.
I want you
more than I'm willing to understand
and more than I'm willing to accept
still call to me
with such horrifying allure
that I can't help but approach
the cliff which I'm sure
will be my downfall
however perhaps if I gained you
in the fall
I might not mind.
This isn't the type of love that deserves poetryThis isn't the type of loveThis isn't the type of love that deserves poetry in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that deserves poetry,
born out of an inability
to survive alone,
born from a necessity
to believe in a lie
I'll continue to whisper
in your ear each night.
"I'll protect you"...
A lie neither of us believe
and neither of us dispute
for fear of losing our only tether
to this decrepit existence
that we both fear so much...
this love isn't romantic
nor is it confrontational
its not comforting
nor is it disturbing,
It's merely there
sinking beside us
in the sea of life ,
that's gently drowning us,
we can almost breathe.
AloneI'm about to have a meltdown,Alone in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I'm unsure why,
Maybe it's been too long,
Since I had a good cry.
With the things I'm going through,
You think I'd cry a lot,
But the stuff you think about me,
The truth it is not.
I know that this sucks,
But now it's off my chest,
But even now doubt I'll relax,
Even now I doubt I'll rest.
My mask is finally breaking,
They now notice it as well,
Yet somehow they don't notice,
That I think life's a living hell.
I know a lot of people,
That want me to die,
But to some of you guys,
Would you cry?
No, I don't want attention,
I'm fine on my own,
I don't need your sympathy,
Maybe I'm better off alone.
Gory DemiseHalf past the witching hours,Gory Demise in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I stay awake like guards in towers.
The mansion's quiet for some reason,
It almost seems like an act of treason.
My pillow soaked with salty tears,
My eyes bloodshot from all the years.
Colder and paler than the freshest of snow,
Calico eyes, in the darkness they glow.
Shuffling feet onto worm eaten boards,
My heart separated like a hospital ward.
Chills run up and down my spine,
My new home, yes, it's mine.
Left for dead,
Hanging to life,
By a skinny thread.
My hood is up,
So none can see,
The deadly beast,
Inside of me.
I quake in fear of what I've become,
My mind is dark and body numb.
I hold my pillow under my arm,
Though it won't keep me from any harm.
In this house you never know,
Who will stay and who will go.
Bloody hood upon my chest,
I go upstairs, for some rest.
I lay my blue hair upon my bed,
Hoping good thoughts will enter my head.
But with every good there is a bad,
And my mind soon turns to thoughts of sad.
Nathan laughing in m
I'm That GirlI'm not the girl,I'm That Girl in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Who goes and says hi,
In fact if you know me,
You'll know I'm real shy.
I am the girl,
Who's always so pale,
I act like I'm strong,
When really I'm frail.
I am the girl,
That hides what she feels,
And my mind's always spinning,
Like clock clogs and wheels.
I am afraid,
Of what I can do,
I act like I'm tough,
But I shed tears too.
I guess I'm the girl,
Who hides away,
Who prefers the night,
Instead of the day.
I'm the kind of girl,
Who's so insecure,
I am so unsure.
LiePeople talk,Lie in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But I am not,
What I seem.
But they can't hear,
My pain filled cry.
But how did I earn,
Such a fate?
I'm dying inside,
But they're unaware,
And if they know,
They'll laugh and not care.
Who cares if I die tomorrow?
Who will mourn me, I cannot say,
But all of my worst enemies,
Will hate me either way.
The cuts and scars,
Are never enough,
The torture came,
And it's too rough.
If I go somewhere,
The consider this goodbye,
For why should I keep living,
If I am living in a lie?
ViolenceI hang my head,Violence in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As I walk alone,
In this neighborhood,
I call my home.
I look through the mist,
My eyes under my hood,
I try to think of happiness,
And pretend that everything's good.
I'm surrounded by fun people,
Who get me up for some time,
But then after they go away,
My head goes into rhymes.
If I'm ever feeling down,
I think of the stories that I write,
Every day I'm not awake,
I can never rest at night.
Gore and blood is all I see,
My brother doesn't know,
I'm not the little girl I used to be,
He didn't want me to grow.
He's the reason I am who I am,
The reason I am so gone,
He's the one who made me so violent,
When I was as innocent as a fawn.
Altrea- Chapter 4Altrea- Chapter 4Altrea- Chapter 4 in Short Stories More Like This
Abby stopped a few steps from the door only to grab her ID, glass screen, and lunch on the table of the left side of the metal door. All three item were highly needed for a normal day of work, but hopefully today’s lunch is not another pack of salmon. Penelope tends to forget Abby is a human and not a cat.
“Penelope I leave the apartment to you, but please don’t get another noise complaint.” She addressed the screen next to her.
“Hey it is not my fault that the virtual cats got a little too angry!” Penelope’s avatar facial expression started to frown at Abby. Her avatar on the screen is a woman in her early 20’s with a well-kept body and a mixture of long and short hair.
“Well you did not have to yell at them or at Ms. Burns. You know how she gets when you get too loud and I do not want to get kicked out. So please promise to keep it down or in the next apartment I will not let you have free will w
Happy PlaceHappy PlaceHappy Place in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A happy place usually refers to a place where people go in their mind so they can feel happy. The little details for a happy place can be different for each person, but the common theme is that the creator of the happy place is usually in control of this place. Other times the happy place is created by a creator, but it is changed and twisted based off of events that happen around the person.
At the moment my Happy Place is a mountain overlooking a decaying city of Altrea surrounded by walls. The time is always sunset so that the sky looks like a battlefield of deep-blue with clouds of a fiery-orange and the salty breeze of a world long sealed outside. The city itself is littered with towers of broken glass and over grown plants.
Even after all of this time I can still sometimes see the city that was.
This happy place of mine has been with me from a young age. Every time there was an argument around me or I was just lonely, I would escape into this world to feel happ
Altrea- Chapter 3Altrea- Chapter 3Altrea- Chapter 3 in Short Stories More Like This
“Good morning Abby. It is 9:45 am, Wednesday May 5 2204.” A soft female voice said from a glass screen on the wall displaying weather patterns. The soft voice opened the blinds to let in more light into the room.
“Thank you Penelope. Will you please turn on playlist 1 and prepare a shower for me.” Abby said getting out of bed to see the blinding light coming from the shades moving away like they do every morning. Her hand went to the glass of water already chilled to her liking thanks to the AI Penelope. She sipped her water as she look out into the metallic city below.
“I will do so now. You have 35 new messages 5 of which being labeled as important. I will put them on the screen now from order of high importance to low importance.” Penelope said as music began to play. The glass screen changed from weather to Abby’s messages and also little cats playing near the bottom of the screen.
“Penelope do you t
Altrea- Chapter 2Altrea- Chapter 2Altrea- Chapter 2 in Short Stories More Like This
“Well it is good to see you are as lovely as ever.” I said politely watching the veins pop out of her head and neck. I wonder what she is angry about this time or if she just enjoys this endless amount of angry her gods put in her.
“Oh so you are saying that you had nothing to do with this act of war!” She yelled so loud that I thought the glass walls would crack, but it is not like I valued my hearing anyway. I would have tried to look at the glass screen on my desk but it was too far gone, the poor thing all it ever wanted was to serve.
“I do not know what you are talking about so please inform me of this act of war.” I said politely.
“Look at this.” She said in a hateful voice shoving the shattered glass screen in my face. I tried to take out the crystal core when she yelled “What are you doing?”
“The screen is too far gone for it to work, so I was going to put the core into mine.
AltreaAltrea- Chapter 1 (Pilot)Altrea in Short Stories More Like This
“Once upon a time our people roamed the galaxy in ships that traveled faster than light. They had the power to shape the stars above and even the galaxy itself at the height of their empire. Sadly the data crystals from that era are too badly damaged to know any more than that. Today I would like to announce...” I said and then took a pause to notice my sleeping assistant chewing on his white hand. As an assistant he is almost useless, as a human he is just another tall blond male with icy blue eyes, and as a “friend” I wonder if the wheel in his head is spinning even though I am sure the mouse is long dead.
“Micheal get up!” I yelled at the sleeping baboon and then sprayed him with the light blue water bottle on my desk. Micheal moved a little and then got to his feet towering over me by a foot.
“Hey, why did you do that?” He said in rebuttal whipping the water off of his face.
Comfort (ItalyXReader)This one was written for AnnabethcatComfort (ItalyXReader) in Romance More Like This
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You clenched the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles turned white. Shit. The conversation replayed itself in your head, ending up with the test results. Double Shit. You were pregnant. Now came the hard part. Triple Shit. Telling Feli.
Biting your lip hard, you drove home, desperately trying to keep your mind clear. You didn't want to kill yourself before the big moment after all.
How the hell is he going to react? You racked your mind for an answer. Well heck, you weren't ready to be a mother so he wasn't gonna be either. Ready to be a father I mean, not a mother in his cas- Dammit! What are you thinking about!
You covered your face with your hands and did your best to keep your tears from flowing. Leaning back, you took deep, steady breaths. You were nowhere near ready for a kid. There was a reason for it.
You're scared of being pulled into something, with no power over a situation. Af
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You squirmed, struggling desperately against your bonds. You screamed and cursed, but no one could hear you, as you were roughly gagged with a soiled cloth.
How had you wound up in this situation? It had started when a huge ship had docked in the local port.
Your town was small, but with a bustling, lively atmosphere. You had been minding your own business, just out on a few errands, when you saw them; a long line of people marching off the ship, surrounded by a curious crowd. They were a curious lot, wearing beautifully woven clothes in bright colors. As they passed, you could hear the rustling of silk. You stopped to stare like the rest.
It wasn't just the clothes that made them noticeable. They all had smooth, young faces. Their dark hair was tied back loosely. Unconsciously, your fingers began to comb through your own hair. Theirs was longer than yours.
The serene grace with which they
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Your breath scraped painfully through your throat. Your back was resting against a cool, slimy rock, and you were trying to steady your ragged breaths. You could hear them.
"Looks like the bastard was lying after all." You froze, listening. They were so close. A stern voice cut through the drip drip of water falling from the damp ceiling.
You sank lower behind your shelter. You ran your fingers through your dirty, matted hair, twisting some gunk out of the tips.
Pirates. They had come to your village with an offer; they would do anything in exchange for information regarding a legendary treasure hoard that was supposedly located nearby. They weren't amused when the elder told them that there was no such thing. The entire village had then had to suffer their retribution, as they pillaged every shop and burned homes to the ground.
You'd received a few cuts and bruises while escaping, but
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Your family never was athletic, so your parents weren't surprised when you got detention for not "putting in enough effort" in gym.††That bastard Kirkland just had it out for you, you knew it. You trudged to the teachers' lounge and knocked on the door.
Kirkland's blond head stuck out of the door. "Ah Miss (y/n), wait by the gym hall with the other one, I'll come in a minute." And with that he was gone, disappearing back into the lounge. You trudged to the old building wondering who 'the other one' could be.
Turning the corner you saw, recognized and immediately reacted by jumping back behind the corner. You snuck a peek again to make sure it was him and seeing it was, you slumped down on the ground against the wall.
God. Of all the people you could have sent, you just had
Sleeplessshe spends those sleepless nightsSleepless in Free Verse More Like This
caught in her little worlds,
cursed by the moonlight, dying in the twilight –
and the darken figure within her dreams
and the stories she spins of courageous men
end only in tragedies
† † † †(melodies are lost).
but the little bird which rests in her hands
awakens her from within,
hope fills her lungs, her heart, her soul –
when the time arrives and her bird sings
the softest tune,
she will become imprisoned
Lingerhow can i move forward,Linger in Free Verse More Like This
when the fingerprints of my insecurities
are still lingering within my chest,
pressing against my ribs like piano keys?
i am just waiting, for the day,
when the saddest parts of me
are overcome with songs of serenity.
A Spark In The DarkA Spark In The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
A Spark In The Dark
After I had met you-
I found out that hope can be so wounding
And now I know what meaningful desires can do-
The pieces of my dreams are still crumbling
You made me fade in-and-out of your Heaven
Allowing me the taste of peace momentarily
And then right back to testing my withdrawing patience
While I plunge back into my same old Hell called: vulnerability
This feeling...is too raw
A tug of war between different kinds of torment
I'm missing you...so much
The rift between us seems to be infinite
Don't go...don't leave
Don't let go...of me
But when you left me for the last time-
I knew that the wrong kind of love can be so fucking addicting
I realized that you combined my truth with your lie-
You always made your words so fucking convincing
You forced me to despise what I will never have-
As you pretended to hand me m
Nightmare: The Tragic LoverNightmare: The Tragic Lover in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Tragic Lover
In the silence
I can hear the lyrics
Of my mind's awareness
You're hidden from the world
Only to be known by me
My fate is foretold
You're the end that I wait to see
The remnants of rust consume
The taint covering my heart seeps through
I am dying from a cancer that was caused by you
All it took was a wound
From the kiss that would seal it soon
I just wish that I could take you down too
From something so blissful / Bore a mask of deceit
I remain so resentful / I don't know what to believe
A being that could damage / A feeling that could heal
You pushed me over the edge / You made me wish it was real
I find myself pathetic
That you were just an anesthetic
I used you until you fulfilled your purpose
Now I don't know who the real monster is
What have we really become of this?
One whose heartless and the other is painless
These dark mirrors
Are the protective barriers
Of the true lies of one another
You were my angelic desire
A hope that I h
Under The Frozen SunUnder The Frozen Sun in Free Verse More Like This
Under The Frozen Sun
The prophecy of my self-destruction is complete / I can see the reflection in your eyes
The sight of my face is full of grief / Your icicle tears mirror all of my lies
Every Moment Captured
Injected into my veins
My Conscience Tortured
Take back my pain
Spring's first sight has yet to be seen / All hope is lost, it's buried, buried, buried with thee
The harsh snowstorms cut endlessly / All hope is lost, it's hidden, hidden, hidden from me
One day we will find what we have been seeking
All we need to do is to just keep on believing
There is no cure for this lovesickness / Set forth the snowflakes of the sky's frozen sorrow
You only bestowed upon me an endless suffering / Let my hollow heart finally shatter
A Slight Numbing<
bornHe's made of star,born in Free Verse More Like This
cast far out
into the void,
lost and black hole-torn.
I haven't a light
to p i e r c e this space,
but I can see him
spinning and twirling,
life leaving only a trace.
farewellI have to question myself againfarewell in Free Verse More Like This
There is nothing left to do
but make sure I am still whole inside.
I ask incessantly
over the sweat
and the heavy breathing
and the clock ticking,
"What am I worth now?"
"I'm never going to see you again am I?"
(And I am choked by the swift tears,
desperately trying to forget the scent
of your beautiful raven hair)
January 13, 2000
untitled - 8/16A dizzying warmth,untitled - 8/16 in Free Verse More Like This
dancing in the dark water,
mourning the sun with you
and greeting the swollen full moon.
I hold on to this weathered rock and your gray skin.
The splashes freeze my bare shoulders even in summer.
Lips like smoke
Our chests collide in perfect motion.
Icy, then fire.
f i r e.
CloseI shot for the stars,Close in Free Verse More Like This
but didn't make it.
They were nearly in my grasp
but I fell down through the void.
I tried to land on a cloud,
but it couldn't hold the sorrow I held within me.
Then I fell again, screaming all the way,
to the harsh, cold ground.
I landed with a hard thud and almost broke.
When my eyes finally opened,
I looked into the faces of my many loved ones.
I tried to stand too quickly and fell back down.
It surprised me when I felt warm arms wrap around me.
They held me up, dusted me off,
and taught me to walk on my own again.
When the world left me weak and hurt,
my friends were there to bandage me up.
So, now I keep my friends close to my heart:
They'll be there when it breaks.
My Name is LoveHello, strangerMy Name is Love in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you shrink away from my touch?
I offer myself freely to those who want me.
I do not hold back, I am not greedy.
Gentleness and kindness are in my nature.
I will be a shoulder to cry on when life goes wrong,
something to lean on when your weary,
a smile to be seen when there are only frowns.
You will find me in a warm bed if you are homeless.
You can feel my gentle pat on your shoulder.
My words will be sweet as honey in your ears,
my touch as gentle as a lamb,
my loyalty stronger than a lion,
my motives always kind and true.
You cannot avoid me-
my powers are too strong for any human being to overcome.
You say you don't know me?
I beg to differ!
Look around you-
I can be seen in friends, family, lovers,even strangers.
I wish only for you to acknowledge me,
no strings attached.
My name is love.
DepressionI am depression,Depression in Free Verse More Like This
You may already know me.
Run when you see me -
If I catch you, you'll never be the same.
I entice you with a dark smile
and a promise I won't keep.
I catch you when you're most vulnerable-
after the fallout of a bad relationship,
when a loved one dies,
when everything hangs on the line.
When it seems that your world is falling apart
I'll be there to "save" you.
I'll draw you to my side,
pretending I care.
Once you are wrapped around my finger
my true colors will show.
You will try to run, no doubt.
Escaping me is nearly impossible-
I have an iron grip.
I'll make you weak and leave you for dead.
I am given power by other peoples' weakness.
so run, run away now.
My eyes have set upon you
and it's best to get a head start.