Death At First Sight Ch 2 Vampire!RomaniaxReaderDeath At First Sight Ch 2 Vampire!RomaniaxReader in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I laid [Y/N] down onto my guest bed. I stared down at her small, sleeping form. She was so defenseless sleeping like that. I touched her cheek.
"I hope she can handle the emotional pain in the beginning." I mumbled to myself. Suddenly, [Y/N] started to wake up. I casted myself into the darkest corner of the room and watched her slowly sit up.
"What...the..." She muttered to herself, placing one hand on her forehead. I chuckled to myself.
"Have a good sleep, [Y/N]?" I asked. [Y/N] jumped slightly and looked around the room until her gaze landed on me. She narrowed her eyes into a glare.
"Y-you! Where the hell am I?! What did you do to me?!" She snarled. I chuckled and emerged from my corner.
"Don't fret. I just saved you from a wretched human life." I replied. She cocked an eyebrow.
"Humans are scum. They will never live forever like us vampires." I stated. She had a confused look in her now red eyes. "Oh! I see your red eye color has come in! So beautiful."
Kidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 2 HetaliaxReaderKidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 2 HetaliaxReader in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You rode your [F/C] bike down the street. It was the only thing you could do. You hope that no one could hear you as you tried to sing along to the ten minute challenge of England's "Dumbledora the Explora."
"Santo, Rita, Meata, Mater, Ringo, Jonah, Tito, Marlon, Jack La Toya, Janet, Michael, Dumbledora the Explorer!" You sung in a very creepy voice as you rode your bike up and down the street.
After a while you decided to got to the park to see if you'd creep anyone out by holding open a book and saying the spell. Maybe you could even summon Russia himself! Ha!
"What in bloody hell is she doing?" A voice murmured from behind some bushes in the park that you were in. You see, you were being stalked by the Axis Powers and the Allied Forces. For some important reason they just were. And you didn't notice the whole time. They have been stalking you since yesterday at school. They were in the supply closet in the back of the room. And you couldn't sniff them out. But, it was sure, they
Kidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 7 HetaliaxReaderKidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 7 HetaliaxReader in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You slept in your bed peacefully. You were happy about today, because apparently to America a date is going to a fast food place, buying you clothes, and then eating ice cream with you. You thought it was really sweet that he did that for you. And even though you were really happy right now, you were also excited and scared. No amount of excitement or fright ever in your life can combine what you were feeling now.
Tomorrow was Prussia. And you hoped that he didn't start his day as soon as it turned 1 in the morning like America did because America wanted to 'fulfill the whole day.' (You were surprised that America wasn't sleeping with you now to 'fulfill' it.) You knew Prussia wasn't crazy like America to sleep in bed with you but, you could never be so sure for when it came to the 'Most Awesomest Character in ALL of Hetalia.' You had to admit, he was awesome, perverted, and sexy. He was the cutest albino ever! You smiled as you fell asleep as you thought of tomorrow.
Kidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 5 HetaliaxReaderKidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 5 HetaliaxReader in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prussia smirked as he got off of the stool next to you to sit where he originally was. Canada still held the towel to your nose as it started to slow down.
"That...good...for...nothing...Prussian...all...he...ever...does...is...cause...trouble!" Canada said in between swipes on the towel to your nose. As your nose finally stopped bleeding your mind came back to Earth.
"Thanks Canada." You said as he threw the towel away. It was white and there was no way that the blood would ever wash out of it.
"It's no problem." He said as he took a pan out from under the cabinet. He then took some ingredients out of the fridge and cupboards. At the look of it, he was going to make pancakes. How cute! You were going to watch Canada make pancakes!
"How many do you want?" He asked as he finished mixing the batter. he turned around for you answer. The smile on his face was...just so adorable. You felt like screaming 'Kawaii' at him.
"T-two." You slightly stuttered as you looked down. You looked back up
Guide to Gakuen Hetalia: RussiaGuide to Gakuen Hetalia: Russia in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Name: Ivan Braginsky (Russian Federation)
Height: 6' 0"
Age: 21 (appearance)
Hair Color: Light Blonde
Special Hair Feature: Unique Color
Eye Color: Violet
Personality: Russian (Intimidating), warm-hearted, teddy bear like, can be sweet, can be...KOLKOLKOL (evil), is badass (can eat words).
Family: Sisters-Ukraine and Belarus
Friends: "China", "Belarus", "Ukraine", "Lithuania", "Estonia", "Latvia", and "America"
Sexiness Meter (1-3): Broke the scale just like Busby's Chair, KOLKOLKOL
Favorite Food: Beef Stroganoff
Fun Fact: Has so much hurt in his heart, just seeing anyone smile makes him happy inside.
Surprising Fact: His "Ero-Zone" is his neck.
Become one with Mother Russia, da?
Death At First Sight Ch 1 Vampire!RomaniaxReaderDeath At First Sight Ch 1 Vampire!RomaniaxReader in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It started with his greeting. "Hello there."
You slightly jumped as you turned around to see a man who looked to be a resident of the country you were currently visiting. He seemed like one with his unique shaded blonde hair and brown eyes. What he wore was quite "WWII" looking to you but, all in all...he looked pretty hot damn sexy.
Now let me explain the "vacation". You see, you had decided to take a summer vacation to England. You had always wanted to visit and you were glad that you were all alone on your vacation too.
"H-hello." You slightly stuttered back to him. You tucked a few stands of [H/C] hair behind your ear, trying to look a bit more appealing then you thought you were.
"May I ask of your name, young maiden?" He smiled down at you. You blushed.
"[Y/N]." You stuttered. He then crouched down and took your right hand and kissed it, leaving you to blush even more.
"What a beautiful name. So unique. And such a beautiful maiden to match." He then stood back up straight and smi
Kidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 4 HetaliaxReaderKidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 4 HetaliaxReader in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You woke up to a white room. You were in a white bed with black sheets. AS you looked around the modern 2012 room you noticed that it had one theme: black and white. You personally thought it looked pretty nice. Everything matched. You slowly got out of the bed. As you stood up you almost tripped over your luggage. You skipped a few steps until your head hit the door, hard. You fell to the floor, rubbing your head. That really hurt.
A few silent tears fell onto your black jeans as you rubbed your head. You were so caught up in how much it hurt, that you didn't notice the Canadian who came into your room. He came in because his room was right next door to yours and he heard a huge thump. He instantly got worried and that is why he was in your room now.
"A-are you okay?" He asked as he bent down to remove your hand. You looked up. He was so adorable and nice. When did he get in here? But, that didn't matter now. You were so caught up in the moment of him checking on your head that you di
Kidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 9 HetaliaxReaderKidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 9 HetaliaxReader in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This new day had started off perfect. Italy was the only one to not sleep in your bed with you-besides Canada-maybe he was shy, wanted to be nice, or he just didn't want to upset Romano. But, it made you happy when he knocked on your door like a civilized person then came into your room to hug you and welcome you to a day of 'North Italy and PASTA~!'Now, you sat in the living room with Italy as he talked about siestas. Just as he started to get to a part about the pasta, the front door opened. Both of your eyes went towards the door as the tan skinned, green eyed, sexy Spain himself walked through the door. At the sight of him, you froze in place. Spain! Now all of the Bad Touch Trio members were in this house! Oh thank you lord!
Italy jumped up to greet the Spanish man as you stared at his very being, almost slightly drooling.
Before you knew it, England came into the room. 'Oh no.' You thought. Two pirates! Oh gosh!
"What the hell are you doing here, Spanish scum-bag!" England scoffe
Kidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 6 HetaliaxReaderKidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 6 HetaliaxReader in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
America held a towel to your nose. And even though blood was getting all over his hands, he didn't gag, complain, or stop holding it from your nose. You see, deep down he actually cared for you in a different way than some of the others. He actually loved every fiber of your being but, you didn't know that. Not yet at least.
"I think it stopped." You said as you slightly pushed the towel away, only to brush your hand against America's. You blushed as you took your hand away from his. The both of you stood up.
"Where's the bathroom?" You asked. America looked at you as if you should've known already. He told you anyways.
"The door right in front of your room." He said as he opened the door for you, careful not to get any blood on it. The both of you walked out. You going to the bathroom and America going to throw the soaking towel away. (What's with white towels around here?)
You washed your hands and decided to take a 'little break.' So you did your business and flushed the toilet. You
Kidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 3 HetaliaxReaderKidnapped By Sexy Men Chapter 3 HetaliaxReader in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twelve men climbed into your window. Your room was on the second floor so they used the tree that blocked your perfect view of the moon. One by one they jumped into your room.
"She's asleep. What do we do now?" A certain British gentlemen said as he approached you by the side of your bed. If you were awake right now...you probably would've done something about those damn two inches were your faces were apart. Specifically your lips.
"Stop trying to seduce her for when she wakes up, tea-sucker." France taunted at England. England backed away from your sleeping face as France mumbled a "Black sheep of Europe..." under his breath.
"Whoever she falls in love with, gets her. That's that. So I decided to make her love me now." He said as he smirked. Oh if you were awake you would've...done something fangirl! Maybe even nosebleed like an Otaku! But you have never really nosebleeded ever before...hehe. So it was just a figure of fangirl speech.
"While you two release sexual tension...I, the he
Your Poetry Sucks.Poetic verse does not sleep contently within your bones.Your Poetry Sucks. in Free Verse More Like This
You are not made of Shakespearean sonnets.
Metaphors do not cling to your teeth like snowdrops,
and similes do not lurk like assassins behind those false psychic eyes.
Your veins bleed nothing but red.
And your whispers,
they will never leave galaxies
along the length of spines.
So, Dear Heart,
you can take your stars,
your full moon romances,
the many, desperate love letters,
the gag-worthy cliches-
and eat them.
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines. in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
Please,don’t make mePlease, in Free Verse More Like This
fall in love with you,
I don’t want to remember you,
those Sunday morning
or the way your
lost boy eyes always,
always found a way
to find mine.
There are only so many times
I can allow you to slice
through my scar tissue
before I finally
You.You told me onceYou. in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamA lion among sheep. in Free Verse More Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
To be a writerYou taste like decaying leavesTo be a writer in Free Verse More Like This
and October's bad habits-
when it’s halfway through February
that still haunts these bones.
I have allowed you to
claw your love
into my arms
and chant into my
for much too long.
I wish I was one of those girls
who could say wild flowers
grow up through my nooks
and my crannies just to tear
through my skin, screaming.
I’m just that dead eyed deer
on the side of the road dreaming
of shoving a pen down my throat
and writing these verses inside out.
I am no scribe, prophet, or spell caster.
I know it.
My skin knows it.
My pen knows it too.
Years and years
my mind will dwell
on the way your fingers
chain linked between my ribs
and shook my
to be a writer
is to be a masochist,
and I refuse to get off
on the pain anymore.
It's Not Polite To Lie.Hush, sweetie,It's Not Polite To Lie. in Free Verse More Like This
Do not let their judgments define you.
Do not let their hatred construct you.
Do not let their words build you.
Do not let your sorrow swallow you.
Do not let your pain devour you.
Do not let your loneliness change you.
Stop telling yourself lies,
Stop screaming in a whisper that you're
Inside and out.
Stop telling yourself that you're
Stop telling yourself that you're
It's not polite to lie.
Well, Honey...You think depression is a choice?Well, Honey... in Free Verse More Like This
Do you think I choose
To feel worthless?
To feel empty,
To feel sick to my stomach because I think too much?
To feel broken,
To feel hopeless,
Angry at myself..
To feel suicidal, sometimes without knowing a reason?
To feel the need to lay in bed all day,
Without moving a muscle,
Because getting up would just make me want to fall back down?
Depression is never a choice.
You don't choose depression.
Depression chooses you.
We don't need ignorant people to choose us, too.
Bipolar DisorderDear everybody,Bipolar Disorder in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not just moody.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I don’t choose to have this unbearable depression,
Where I sob uncontrollably and the most unpredictable times.
A sadness that paints your entire mind,
Down into your soul.
And you don’t know when it’s suddenly going to
Change, from being a terrifying unhappiness,
To being such a fantastic happiness
That you can’t even connect your thoughts with your own brain.
Where you challenge the world,
Because you feel bigger than a speck of dust for
The first time in your
It changes from being such an incredible mess of emotions
To being the creator of no emotion at all.
And soon, the lack of emotion
Starts to eat away at your heart.
And you don’t choose to…
But it turns into an
A sadness that paints your entire mind
Down into your soul.
This is Bipolar Disorder.
This is me.
This is who I am.
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,Before you kill yourself... in Free Verse More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.
And That's Wrong.You're fat.And That's Wrong. in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe you're
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesIn a Little Girl's Mind in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype in Free Verse More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
Sensual TortureSensual Torture:Sensual Torture in Free Verse More Like This
You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
The Toymaker...Ah my dear, how are you feeling?The Toymaker... in Free Verse More Like This
Not too uncomfortable I hope...
You see, you are another,
A wondrous being, handpicked by me,
For you are perfect.
Before you start screaming,
Before all that noise and unpleasantry befouls these soft red lips.
I've taken the liberty of removing your tongue...
Wag, wag, wag;
That's all it was doing when I extracted it.
Like some, infectious insect
But oh, I shouldn't raise my voice.
That's not very proper of me, hehe.
Now, let's put some markings on you.
Mmm - I'm going to have to get rid of all this, excess.
You see, I can't have a toy that's all bulging in the wrong places.
Dolls are slim, dolls are pretty.
So no, we can't have that...
We'll just slowly slide this tiny slip of metal.
Shlip, shlop, shlip, shlop - and pull!
You see, you see?
It comes right off, like a laye
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
The FarseerThe Farseer:The Farseer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Born from the union of an Angel and a Witch
The farseer is a creature of terrible might.
Granted the wisdom of his blessed father;
He bears the gift of a clairvoyant's sight...
His eyes can pierce the veil of uncertainty
And look beyond into the crystal of fate...
The myriad of futures reflected in its surface;
Is his to acknowledge and collate.
He scribes them down in an enchanted book
It is titled 'The Tome of Dying Shades'.
For as the future becomes the present;
The scribbled pages fade...
It is for this reason that he may never lie
Else the future would shatter; to be born anew.
That much we've learned from his many sisters;
And I'm sure you know it to be true...
Now tell me creature, what do you see?
Can your eyes discern the fate of man?
Do you presume to mock us with tainted power;
Claiming to know of our Father's hand?
If you know the future, then you know what we want.
Repent now and recite the truth!
Accept the word of our Ho
Aren't You Ashamed Yet?Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:Aren't You Ashamed Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms
Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms
You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...
I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
and so I decided that I too should enjoy this game
and I began to taint my lips with lies
Oh how I enjoyed your anguish and misery...
That wonderous feeling of having you squirm
and before I knew it, I found myself wearing
a mask to hide those rotting worms...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
DieDie:Die in Free Verse More Like This
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
"Now please, stop those tears my good man, we've only removed three of your toes so far (^_^)"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th July 2013
Dominion ch 3Dominion ch 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I usually wait a while to take my pill in the morning. I like to wait until I'm fully awake before I sedate myself all over again. But today, I took my meds as soon as I woke up. After what I saw, it was a necessity.
While I slept, I had the most frightening dream. I was in the middle of a room, and I was surrounded by shadows. At least, that's what they looked like. Normal shadows are two-dimensional and only appear on a surface, not as a solid three-dimensional figure standing in mid-air. They were all solid black, though their edges were faded, just like shadows, with the shape of a head on top of their square shoulders, and stood almost ten feet tall. They had no real bottoms to them. Instead of feet, they have transparent stumps hovering a couple inches above the ground. There seemed to be an infinite number of them, an endless army of shadows. They all moved in on me, closing in, their bodies gliding through the air. I tried to find some escape, but they successfully had me caged
Dominion ch 1Dominion ch 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hate sunlight. I always have. It's way too bright and burns my eyes, especially on cloudless days like these. Strands of my shoulder-length thick black hair fall over my eyes. It helps some, but it not quite enough. I hiss at it as I push my pitch-dark sunglasses over my sockets that leave me almost totally blind as I sit in the passenger seat of my mother's Mercedes. My head rests lazily against the glass of the car door window, acting as if asleep as Mom drives me to school.
This town is like a regular rainforest. Being smack in the middle of the forest, the town is filled with mile-high trees and dozens of other exotic plants you could only see in a rainforest. A regular nature-lover's paradise.
In about five minutes, we finally make it to my two-story institute-looking school. I would know all about institutes.
My mother gently nudges my shoulder with her fingers, trying to wake me as if I was asleep, which I'm not, but with the pitch-black glasses, who could tell the difference?
Dominion ch 4Dominion ch 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After school, I usually take the bus. But today I ditch the bus full of screams and B.O. and decide to walk. It's a somewhat long travel from school to home, but I need to see what happened to Kevin today. It's unlike him to miss a day of school. Even on sick days, appointments, whatever, nothing would allow him to break his perfect attendance. So today, I decide to walk by his house to see why he was gone today.
His house is about four blocks away from the school house. I go around the back so I can view in through the backyard, where sure enough, that's just where he is. Kevin's is fairly big, at least compared to most of the dirt boxes around this town. Two stories and a lush, green, fenced in backyard with trimmed hedges, almost Home & Gardens Magazine-worthy.
Kevin is sitting on the edge of the hammock stuck in the ground about a yard away from the patio with the lawn chairs and a barbecue grill, his feet planted in the grass. He sits hunched over with his head held and a glum loo
Dominion ch 2Dominion ch 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even on Halloween, people stay away. It's after eight and only a couple of kids have stopped by the house. Mom is out late at a costume party with all her coworkers from the bank, so I'm left doing candy duty. I sit in the recliner in the living room with a bowl of candy in my lap, fully dressed in my Dracula costume, popping Sweettart after Sweettart in my mouth while I watch The Exorcist on the TV. I already took my cape off an hour ago, leaving me in just my velvet pants and puffy white dress shirt. That little girl's face is so hideously mangled. Do people really look like that when they're possessed?
The doorbell rings, so I haul myself up out of the chair and walk over to the door, bowl in hand. I open it to see a Terminator standing on the Welcome mat, dressed in a black t-shirt and leather pants and boots with straps of hand grenades in a X over his chest and a plastic machine gun in his left hand and a brown paper shopping bag in the other.
"Trick or treat." he says in the wor
Dominion ch 5"You got a lot of nerve." That's the first thing I say to Bradley in first period the next morning while he's sitting in his desk. He and his bottle-blonde girlfriend cease their conversation and both turn their heads to face me.Dominion ch 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What's your problem?" the girl asks contemptuously.
"You know you really should stop bleaching your hair so much," I spit at her, gesturing to her hideously bright blonde head, "One of these days, it's all gonna fall out. And I wasn't talking to you."
"What's got your panties in a bunch Greyfield?" Bradley asks me in his usual cocky tone, not even bothering to defend his girl. Even with broken ribs the guy's a despicable little cretin.
"You," I almost growl, pointing a finger at his face, "Why the fuck did you lie about Kevin? Are you that big of a creep?"
"Hey, he knocked me down and fucked up my ribs!" he snaps, pointing to his side, "And now I can't play ball for weeks!"
"You're a fucking liar," I hiss through my teeth, glowering down at him, "He didn't ev
Dominion ch 6I can still remember my first year of preschool. I went in blue denim overalls, brand new tennis shoes that Mom still had to tie for me, and my hair combed nice and neat with a backpack full of crayons and a Sesame Street lunchbox. It was less than an hour before the teacher noticed me talking to myself, or at least that was what it seemed like. I had been sitting on the floor, playing with the little toy cars, but my eyes were looking up at the wall or the ceiling and talking to somebody that apparently nobody else could see. Of course my mother was concerned when the teacher told her about it when she came to pick me up at the end of the school day.Dominion ch 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's perfectly normal for a child his age to have an imaginary friend. Many kids that come through here do," the teacher, Mrs. Wied, told her, "He'll make some new friends, real friends, and he'll grow out of it. Just wait and see."Naturally I became pretty upset and threw quite the tantrum when Mrs. Wied, my mom, and my dad tried to say
Dominion ch 7Saturday, my favorite day of the week. I just love having the whole house to myself for an entire day while my mother spends her day at work.Dominion ch 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sleep in until almost noon, waking up from a long, peaceful sleep free of any nightmares, thanks to taking my little magic pills right before bed. I take another as soon as I get out of bed, just as a preventative measure.
Despite my foggy brain, I crawl out of bed and walk into the kitchen, not bothering to change out of my white t-shirt and boxers. I scratch my scalp through my shaggy bed hair, my long fingers getting tangled in the thick locks, as I peer into the fridge. I take out the container of orange juice and give it a couple good shakes, sloshing the pulpy liquid inside, before unscrewing the cap and gulping down a couple mouthfuls of juice. I dry my lips with the back of my fist before putting the carton back in the fridge.
Several greasy black strands fall over my eyes. I hold a few dark locks up between my fingers and look at them
Ageing...Nothing in life becomes old.Ageing... in Philosophical More Like This
Your mind simply believes itself to become more familiar.
The question is, what does it really mean to be familiar?
Do we ever really truly understand the fundemental truth of what it is to exist?
From the eyes of a flower...Life is naught but a conscious space to experience the stream of realisation...From the eyes of a flower... in Philosophical More Like This
Enlightenment, akin to being presently and consciously aware, of your found and realised self discovery.
Much like a plant that discovers it can grow by turning towards the sun, so to do we, discover what makes us who we are, by living fully within our reality...for, it is our reality which presents truth.
This however, does not determine that truth can ever be recognised in its completeness, to a being which continously expands that which it is, as a reflection to the ever expansion of its continuous reality.
So, if living is to be an ever continuing rhelm of self expansion - of discovery - who are we really, but a consciousness, an entity of awareness, on a journey for so long as it exists?
What is our purpose but to experience who we are and all we can be? Do you believe this journey of self discovery could ever cease? If so, perhaps you could completely describe who you will be tomorrow?
If ever you fin
Development of self...The flower has developed for millions of years, perfecting it's art of living.Development of self... in Philosophical More Like This
Today, there is no process involved with the life of a flower that is unnecessary.
The human being is still in development, still learning and releasing all that is unnecessary.
To know and learn, one must be unknowing.
To be unknowing, one must realise there has never been anything that they ever have known.
Wrongly accepted...The mind interprets what it sees, as truth, as 'what is'.Wrongly accepted... in Philosophical More Like This
The mental concept of truth is perceived as, what is correct.
What is 'correct', the mind has been trained from birth, to accept.
What is accepted by the mind, is also then expected to remain unchanged, for it is interpreted as 'truth' and 'what is'. Therefore, it is then often over looked and also taken for granted.
The conscious effort to discover potential oversight is required to illuminate 'false truths' - for what is, is not necessarily always correct.
Always question that which you assume to be correct.
Thoughts of the LostWell here I sit, on the cusp of Christmas activities and with the break of 2009 comes the changes that will revolutionize my many years to come. Today signaled an end for me. The closing of a chapter you never really expect to close until everything just becomes a horribly wrong existence to be in. My time did not become a nightmare although the disappointment that has plagued me for the duration of my final stages of involvement have unfortunately left a sour taste and a lack of trust that i will not have the courage to confront, probably, ever again.Thoughts of the Lost in Philosophical More Like This
Today was my final day with KPMG and with that end came the clearing of my desk, the sweeping of my acquaintances and the farewell of my friends. With this end comes the window of a new future. Next year i am to begin my first year at university. With this beginning comes all the hopes of a new student looking to forge their career in the fate lines destined for them. I hope that my journey will not have to be a case of forging, only gro
The outstanding fault of self.Every minds outstanding fault is believing it is completely correct at any given time.The outstanding fault of self. in Philosophical More Like This
Patterns of habit are only realised when the mind acknowledges personal dissatisfaction.
From this, the mind recognizes its own unsatisfactory habits witnessed in others, thus providing the required impartial witness to assist with the identification of self destroying patterns within the self
The dangers of being right...Fundementally, every self believes itself to be ultimately and completely right, true, justified, and complete.The dangers of being right... in Philosophical More Like This
It is not until you realise that this part of your conditioning has not once ever been right about anything, that release is found and the soul set free.
And what a relief to not have to be right...!
Rain IRain I in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sky is murky, damp with tears
The angels shed throughout the years
My heart is heavy, wrought with scent
The rains, to these grey skies, have lent
And yet, my soul is high aloft
Within the rain clouds, dark and soft
And left the rain as joy to come
Rain IIRain II in Free Verse More Like This
Theyre back again
Pretending to be full
But really more like
There is some humidity
And a chill in the air
But its all just imaginary
I could step outside
That it still feels how summer
But I kind of like
Of wintery chills and
My WordsMy words are my lifeMy Words in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And my words are my soul
They will never abandon
They can never grow old
Though a word can be shouted
Or harsh, flat, and cold
They are words just the same
And have meanings so bold
Since the day I was born
At the end of the spring
When my mother would greet me
A book she would bring
She pointed out pictures
And taught me to sing
Of the words I could read
And the dreams I could dream
When I found that my words
Everywhere I could look
Could be put down on paper
I admit, I was hooked
All my teachers, they praised
All the others, they shook
To see my fair fervors
And love for a book
Now, my words havent faltered
And my words never slowed
From my fingers, they dance
Into sonnet and ode
They have given me much
Its a gift theyve bestowed
I shall have all my dreams
At the end of the road
My words have been with me
From ages unknown
I read like a zealot
My mothers seeds sown
All these words make a story
That story has grown
To make a narrative
A Woman Who ReadsWhen they first met, before they started dating, he knew that words were important to her. He also knew that she would rather sit on the couch with a book than go out dancing, or even drinking. The idea intrigued him. For years, part of him had believed all women were airheads, only impressed by jewelry and empty words of adoration, so even though she was the complete antithesis of his type, he told his friends he would "give her a chance." If only, he did not tell them, to see what it was that made her love to read.A Woman Who Reads in Short Stories More Like This
Their dates were abnormal, at least to him. Once, they went to see a movie nothing based on a book, she'd made him promise and sometimes they went out to dinner, but the rest of the time, they mostly stayed in her house, sipping coffee and sitting in her private library. They talked for hours about everything; she stared at him above her glasses, keenly observing him and likely comparing him to the people she'd met inside her books; and to his surprise, he en
GhostI come here every night,Ghost in Free Verse More Like This
Sit with you on the couch while you read your book,
Your eyes a thousand worlds away.
You cry sometimes,
Tears dripping down your nose and staining the pages,
And your heart begs me to comfort you.
When I try to make you see me,
You just turn away.
I don't know what you want me to do.
After you put Molly to bed,
Stroking her hair and smoothing away the nightmares,
I sit with her, too,
Holding her hand and whispering.
She sees me, you know,
But only sometimes, in that gloomy space
Between dreams and waking.
I've heard her explaining me to you.
She tells you all about me, the times I've visited her,
What I say.
You lay in bed at night, sometimes,
And beg me to come back,
But when our daughter tries to tell you
That I love you
And miss you both
You won't listen.
You push her away.
He's here, she tells you,
He's trying to tell you something,
But you pat her head.
You tell her it's just her imagination.
How long can I stay here,
Trying to make you see me,
When you a
It HurtsIt Hurts in Free Verse More Like This
It hurts, it hurts
Oh, Jesus, it hurts
I want to beat my chest
To scream and cry
To tear my clothes
I shout Your name in anger
I cant understand why Youd do this to me
Its an anchor, Jesus
An anchor that sits on my chest
Each beat of my heart leaves it full to burst
I wonder how You did it
I love so few people, Jesus
But theyre enough to make me overflow
I cant control my emotions anymore
How did You do it?
I love my family
I love my friends
How are they the same?
How are they different?
Why do they make me hurt so?
I feel like I cant fit one more person in
But they keep coming
And I want to die
How do You love us all?
How is Your heart not bursting?
How do You not weep?
Were I You
I would cry until the world flooded over
In every person
Would break my heart
I know how it feels, when your heart
And your world comes tumbling down
AnesidoraWisps of inhumanity carve out spiteful words into my earthen insides; carefully clawing to the top of my neck. My seal is mangled and unkempt but it withholds the travesties that lie within and, for that, I am grateful. Her inquisitive eyes pry at my seams then pluck at them like petals; for now she is content to guess. To wonder, to crave of what lies inside--an ill-fated gift placed into cruel and longing palms.Anesidora in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I struggle to cry out to her, as trembling and naïve hands manage to place fragile fingertips upon my surface, No, Pandora! Don't!
Chameleon Smiles"I always wanted matching straight jackets," she said, pressing her minuscule fingertips against the bent backs of dandelions and clovers. I only managed to blink back the laughter because even though she smiled lovingly at the sky, her eyes said "sometimes-I-think-I-belong-in-one."Chameleon Smiles in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"Don't be ridiculous," I say, leaning back onto the blanket of sun-worn grass.
She pouts with her all ready withered twenty two year old lips, "I'm not being ridiculous."
I smile and close my eyes as her innocence laden voice rambles on about why the sky really turns black--she is adamant that it's because a monster-star swallows up all the colours then spits them back in the morning. While the other stars are only there to avert suspicion by sparkling not-brightly-enough. I laugh and shake my head as her hands wash over my arm, trying to pull me into her descriptions. She never lets me forget how wrong about her I am.
"You could at least listen to me," I can imagine her rolling her eyes at me
Pinky Promising Orion's Belt"They are butterflies with their wingspans sawed in half and I want to join them in holy matrimony. Or not so holy matrimony, since I've always tired from plexiglass lectures given by those past-their-prime ministers. I expect those butterflies to lead me to the edge of the world, granted I have a map, but half-wingspan-butterflies get you there quicker. At least that's what he told me."Pinky Promising Orion's Belt in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"What are you talking about Sarah?" she propped herself on grass kissed elbows and glared at my forehead, "I think you ramble too much."
"It'd be a good place to visit, Charlotte."
"You're right I'm sorry."
She paused to spread her threadbare arms along the ground.
"Are you inviting me there?"
"I wouldn't go without you," I said, twirling a smile against my lips and letting my hair become dampened by the tiny dew-star droplets.
"I love you."
"Of course you do."
She says this with a straight face and I try to restrain my laughter, "You're supposed to say it back."
She smirks, with love tappi
Makeshift SymphonyHe tied piano strings to his heart,Makeshift Symphony in Free Verse More Like This
so that every time it beat
it didn't sound so empty inside.
But the music in his heart
couldnt permeate the hollow air
as the metronome kept time for the clock.
One, two. One, two.
Reedy notes plummeted from his lips as
he made me pluck out Tchaikovsky and Bach
when all I wanted to play was twinkletwinklelittlestar.
"I'm just a little girl."
My fingers tripped and stumbled
and I know that I could never play
as well as he needed me to;
I could never keep his notes
from slipping off the page.
White and black sideswiped my fingers,
as I struck one chord too many.
"I've always wanted to make you proud, papa.
But the past is flightless swans and sometimes
we only get a glimpse of what was there."
He shouldve left the past where it belongs,
because everything was far too black-and-white
in his eyes, and I was never good enough
to replace everything that was missing
in his hollow heart.
Affliction of GravityWe were spinning in a violent orbit,Affliction of Gravity in Free Verse More Like This
fragments against a time continuum,
with the shock signals of past events
coursing through our brain waves
and hovering away into unwanted space.
Your spiral fingers clutched twenty-two street lights,
coalescing them into supernovae
to gather their unseen veils of jade.
Our feet, skittering across the worn concrete,
were blazing a new trail of the universe.
The pale glass panels of the skyscrapers
showered down small meteorites,
illumination for our blind and careless eyes.
We'd point to buildings that grazed each star
off sideways perches made from skeleton clouds;
then I'd trill my laugh off sidewalk chalk.
I wanted our love to be like a hurricane on Neptune,
fiercer than Earths fizzing clouds
but dim enough so Galileo only pauses for us.
You wanted our love to be a shooting constellation,
furious and wild at the surface, brightly ablaze
until the gases stopped billowing, the spark diminishing.
There would be no trace of us left on the map.
Origami DependenceWe've paved our relationship with molten brick;Origami Dependence in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
then tied our fingers against thunderstruck trees
while prudent street dogs spat selfish lyrics
and served lightly-salted soliloquies.
I cried starshine into your emerald arms,
so you could become the meaningful whisper I'll never hear.
I fell for faithless, plastic charms
in rooms that smelled like smoke, white oak and beer.
Our hearts became rocket ships tied to ribbons,
one crawling on an overstuffed belly; always too far behind
like the sons and daughters of Elias Fitzgibbons
who said we would wed us on Tuesday, that holy bind.
Wicked felt-tipped pens, forging "I love yous."
were like deadswept petals of blueish hues.
Tranquil TempestI used to be scared of storms.Tranquil Tempest in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I used to walk into school every day thinking that there was going to be a tornado, or a hurricane, or some sort of other severe weather that would kill me, even if there was not a cloud in the sky.
There were countless stormy nights when my parents, still half-asleep and groggy, would wake up to find me huddled in our downstairs bathtub with a flashlight, canned goods from our pantry, and various coloring books and other drawing supplies to help me wait out the storm that had frightened me so.
But over the years I grew from being deathly afraid of storms to being strangely fascinated by them.
In a matter of seconds the golden rays of sun dancing across my white skin would be ripped away by churning black clouds, brewing with electricity and thunder. The dry, empty air would be filled with torrents of rain, skittering and sashaying across the pavements in hurried waves as they hit. The quiet, still atmosphere would be bombarded by an onslaught of frenzied
Never Done Waiting“Wait for me?” says Lucy.Never Done Waiting in Short Stories More Like This
Lois continues walking down the trail without answering back, but Lucy already knows that she will. Honestly she doesn’t even know why she asked in the first place. They were a pair, the two of them. Lois and Lucy. They were never too far away from each other when summer rolled around. Maybe as time wore on Lois became more of a distraction for Lucy from her time at home, but at this point what did that matter? It was a brief respite before the reality of home became the reality of her life. Soon camp would no longer allow them refuge. They would outgrow it. And outgrowing camp meant outgrowing each other. Lucy had realized this long ago and had accepted it, but the inevitable reality of it still hurt at times. A Lucy without a Lois? Lucy wasn’t sure she wanted to grow up if that was what it entailed. Her boyfriend’s limp-knee kisses wouldn’t make up for the loss in the slightest.
However, now was not the time for pondering.
VoiceThe lack of sound woke her from her rest, rather than its presence.Voice in Short Stories More Like This
Ebony's joints ached slightly as she propped herself up from the cold ground, scratching her head slightly on the low ceiling of twisted metal above her.
She and Male had chosen to seek refuge in this intricate nest of twisted metal the night before when her body had started to act up again, and he had fallen asleep in her arms after the warmth of their small fire made him drowsy. She loved taking care of him. Ever since he had insisted on accompanying her on that day that they first met, she had grown quite fond of the boy. She had been programmed from the beginning to imprint on some human behaviors, particularly those of protective females, and now that she had a human to take care of she found that she was beginning to emulate the maternal behavior of the many human females she had observed throughout the years.
In between periods of travel through abandoned cities and towns, she would run her hands through his sof
Shut DownIt was something that had been building.Shut Down in Short Stories More Like This
Building for 3 years.
I don't know when exactly it had started, or how it had managed to build without me noticing.
But it did all the same.
It rushed over me like a wave, or perhaps it hit me like a wall. It had brute force. It came without warning or precedent. I had no time to prepare. No one would have.
Slowly I lowered my head to my desk. I felt exhausted. The boy and his girlfriend at my table continued to coo and murmur in each other's ears, not taking heed of me. No one did.
I wrapped my hands around my head and tangled them in my hair.
I closed my eyes.
The sound and look of the world around me became blurred, faded.
I felt a dull, aching pain in my heart. A restless feeling. A need to cry. A need to rest. All at once.
It overwhelmed me.
Later I would discover that this had been an expression of my sadness, my hurt. The insurmountable festering of stress that had been accumulating uninterrupted and undetected. But at that
Terror in TearsShe was clutching his dark blue hoodie with fervor, as though the only thing keeping her body from bursting open from nerves was the ardor grip she kept on his physical being. She was still horribly distraught, even after the sobs of her brother had quieted down and he came to her room to hold her in his arms, gently caressing her cheeks to rid her of her tears while neglecting his own.Terror in Tears in Short Stories More Like This
She didn’t understand. All she had done was come home fifteen minutes late. Her bus had gotten a late start from the school because one of the boys had decided to chance a suspension for a day of infamy by pulling the fire alarm during the last bell. It wasn’t like she had gone to play hooky or had gotten herself hurt.
So why was her brother gripping his head so hard that his fingertips were bloody when she got home? Why was he weeping and moaning utter gibberish? Why did he insist on continuing his unsettling back and forth rocking, even when she told him what happened and showed him that s
Scars and SoapHe has such soft skin, Ebony thought to herself.Scars and Soap in Short Stories More Like This
She was sitting on a twist of metal embedded in the ground, the dingy red of its form reflecting on the crystalline surface of nearby water. Her metallic fingers twiddled in the flowers, gently caressing the pale petals that would soon decorate the entire expanse of the area.
They were modest little flowers. Fresh from the ground and eager to bathe the barren world in color. In fact, everything around the little pond Ebony and Male had decided to rest at was beginning to show signs of life. Little sprouts could be seen tentatively peaking from under scraps of metal and concrete. Green moss and vines were tenaciously climbing up the sides of the crumbling buildings. Cool, clean water was gently lapping at Ebony’s shoes. It was so serene it was almost surreal.
A small smile graced Ebony’s glossy lips. It was good that she and Male had decided to rest here. It was unusual to come across a place this untouched by the horro