Fairest FaustFairest FaustFairest Faust in Free Verse More Like This
wrote to wretched
Lucifer incarte lavished.
Twenty four turns
pureness a pity,
married to the miscreant
when heaven beaconed
she preached his purity.
But God saw a shell
denied him dreams.
placed in purgatory
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
ReturnJust because I am deadReturn in Free Verse More Like This
does not mean I am an angel
I am far from that of an angel.
The evil men,
who kill and rape and burn for fun
shall pay for their crimes
even if I go to hell for it.
The crow shall be my guide
and my connection
to be able to make my mark
on the world that has left me behind.
I may have died
but death does not stop me
I shall stop for death
when I am ready.
For while time goes on
and the world forgets
true love is the only thing
that lasts forever.
Vengence is a welcomed thing
that stays in the heart
festering and tainting what was once pure
and slowly killing.
I died for the one I love
but death does not stop me.
For life is but a dream
that death wakes us up from.
If tears left scarsSalt flavored tears fallIf tears left scars in Free Verse More Like This
staining a delicate face.
She weeps and she doesn't know why
it's just what she needs to do.
Her tears do more than stain
her delicate face though.
They mar her skin
leaving its permanent mark.
You can cry all you want
and the next second,
just brush them away
as if nothing happened
Tears leave more
than just stains on skin
they leave scars.
leaving its dark crack
on your heart.
If tears left scars
would your face be?
is your heart?
Romeo and JulietListen to meRomeo and Juliet in Free Verse More Like This
As you shall hear
The tale of two lovers
By fates fickle hand
A boy and girl in love
Yet never meant to be
Only because of what society says
Times raged rampant
As gangs fought against each other
Fighting more and more
As the days trickled on
Romeo of the east
And Juliet of the west
A pair of star crossed lovers
In love but never meant to be together
They met during star struck nights
And dawns early light
Stealing kisses in the dark
And avoiding families suspicion
They made a plan
To get married
And run away
But running never happened
Romeo was attacked
He had slain Juliet's cousin
It was a tragedy for everyone
As Venice banished him forever
Juliet couldn't live without him
And faked her death
Romeo thought it was real
And sacrificed himself
When Juliet awoke
And saw her lover dead
She couldn't live without him
And so took her own life as well
When families visited
And saw the true tragedy
The fickle fight
Was realized as nothing more than t
For what can bring life, can also bring death.For everything that brings lifeFor what can bring life, can also bring death. in Free Verse More Like This
It also brings death
Melting flesh from bone
Silencing words never spoken
Pounding down the weak
Tainting what was once pure
Has to be the worst
Spirit keeps hope alive
And makes us carry on
Even when life isn't worth living.
Never EnoughIt'll never be enough, huh?Never Enough in Free Verse More Like This
I try everything
But I can't do enough.
It's never enough for you
So why should I try?
You only notice others
I'm a part of the wallpaper.
But outside of you
I am myself
I am important.
And as I watch the trees
Sway gently in the breeze
I realize that
I should be seen
I am amazing
And that no matter what I do,
It wont be enough.
But it will be enough
And the rest of the world.
I no longer rule the worldSeems I no longer rule the world,I no longer rule the world in Free Verse More Like This
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching
power, unable to suppress it.
When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.
And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.
They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.
Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.
The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my struggles heard around
till the silence reigned down.
But then the pointed
and screamed 'he will lead'
at the man who took my life
and I was left on the gallows alone.
For I no longer rule the world
and the dirt eats up my soul
the grains of time and age
make for one grievous grave.
DrugNo needles touch skin,Drug in Free Verse More Like This
nor any pills,
or even inhaled.
they remain away,
away from this harsh Earth.
They stare out windows
seeing things that aren't there
talking to myths and legends.
So far, far away
then we ever
could even think.
Thoughts on paper,
images scrawled down
in hasty markings.
Things said and drawn
that never have been before.
How do they keep going
without being grounded
to this dark Earth.
Yet they are here,
more than we ever think
seeing things that others never can.
They are writers and artists
using something that we have forgotten
seeing and hearing
with their imagination.
A fairytaleI have treasures and jewelsA fairytale in Free Verse More Like This
Anything a man could desire
Glimmering gold and shinning silver,
Ruby rich rings and crystal crowns
There is something though,
Something that mortal men value
I think they call her,
Maybe if I take her
The people might be nice to me
Lands worship me,
For I am more precious
Than any metal
I don't do much yet
People love me
On another boring day
It bursts through.
It takes me
And flies far, far away
From my safe castle.
How dare it take our princess!
Taking our gold, burn our villages
But this time
This time it has gone too far.
Do not worry my princess
For I shall save you
If you just hang on.
I think she is scared of me
But who wouldn't be?
I took her from her home,
I breathe fire,
I am full of claws and teeth
Maybe I should take her back
I just want a friend though.
IT maybe isn't so bad.
IT brings me food,
And doesn't hurt me
I just want to go home though.
I burst through the cave wall
You shall not hurt our princess!
I shout, valiant a
FragmentsI call them fragments, the parts of me that were too exhausted to stay. He calls them flecks because I am a flake. I wish I was a flake. It sounds prettier than being a fragment. Flakes are like snow. Soothing, falling from the sky on the tip of his tongue that melt and disappear. Fragments are archeological findings of a scarred past we really should not remember.Fragments in Free Verse More Like This
I want to remember my scars. So I am a fragment.
I draw on my legs. When my skin dries out, I use my index finger as a pencil and draw what the clouds are trying to tell me. Sometimes it’s a dog, and sometimes it’s a bear and sometimes it is his face looking at me disapprovingly.
That is when I stop drawing.
At night, when the rain falls, I sit at the bay window and pretend to write stories whilst he pretends to sleep. “What are you writing?” he will ask in his asleep voice. “A funny story.” It is not. It is a pale, scary story, and it looks like my skin. “Were you dreamin
About Honour"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?"About Honour in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Nope. I only worry about what I think of me."
"What do you think about you?"
"That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass."
"Really? And what do you call yourself?"
"I call me proud."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way."
"I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it."
"What? I was just writin-"
"You're cutting yourself to pieces with shark-toothed words again. Just because a sword is a beautiful, glittering object of honour doesn't mean it always has an honorable purpose."
"Do you really think I am a sword?"
"Nope. I think you're beautiful, glittering object of honour. And the thing with honour is, it makes the world turn to stare in awe."
A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?A History of Imaginarium in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But time passed us by. And things changed. We grew up, much to Peter Pan's dismay. And things became what they would never become if we believed. Things became boring.
Reading became insipidly real, about average people with average lives. And what was worse, we enjoyed that much more that the fantastical tales that our imagination wa
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.Love in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.
It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.
It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.
It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.
It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
FailureShe was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.Failure in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.
He fought with her all the way, telling her that they would never hurt him, but she had seen their wooden hands outstretching to wring his neck. When he spoke again, this time, calmer, he asked her, "What do you want from me?"
"Just your words."
"I lost my words a long time ago."
"I will help you find them, then."
"I never asked for your help."
"But you shall have it anyway."
My Name is Hollow.Hello.My Name is Hollow. in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Hollow.
I live inside your soul.
Under the layers and layers of skin,
and tissue and muscle...
all the way down where nothing
and everything survives.
(I wish I knew before I trusted you
That lying is second nature to one
with as many regrets as you.)
My name is Hollow.
I live inside you now,
because you gave me the power
in all your virtuous belief
that the world was good
to survive your strength...
(I hoped to God you wouldn't
lie or steal or break what is already
a thousand pieces of a broken soul.)
My name is Hollow.
You let me in when sex
began to feel like an ache.
But the pain felt better than
dealing with the hurt
inside your head, your heart...
(This was always a world for those
that were harder than me
Strength is sometimes a very relative thing.)
My name is Hollow.
I am the jagged lines you draw
all along your skin,
your muscles, your bones...
The sharp edge of a knife,
the scarlet drops of remorse.
(Here's a question now for your
Bones"There are good days and there are bad days," you would say to me as you would try and explain away why the whiskey bottle was empty again this morning, why you smelled like her and why you thought it was best to let me know what you had done. At least that way, you were absolved of the gift of lying; the one your bones were too light to lift and just couldn't take, by bestowing me with betrayal.Bones in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My mother would bring me an encouraging cup of tea in a giant pink mug instead of a cup and explain, "There are good days and there are bad days." Her eyes were always full of positive energy and strength and good will. I look back to those days and try and gain the strength she had in her bones from her words. I always fail.
They told me I had a disease within my bones. It started from the bottom of my knee and was moving upwards. Because that is what bones did. They broke from the inside out. "There will be good days and bad days," they warned me. I knew at that very point that it was going
This is Not a Story about SuicideI am not here. These are not hospital walls. This is not a nurse who is speaking to me. That is not John unconscious, lying in a bed that faces due North, and that is not his mother trying to explain why his bed should always face North because he hates sleeping facing South.This is Not a Story about Suicide in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is not happening.
I am not taking a deep breath. I am not walking down the sickly white corridors with their bleach scent. I am not buying this cup of coffee from a cafeteria lady who is working at an hour that is reserved only for intensive care patients. This is not the way back to what is not John’s room.
That is not his heart rate dropping, and I am not running out of the room, screaming for help. We are not being pushed out, that door does not have a red light that claims intensive care, it has not been all night.
That is not John’s doctor explaining how they were not able to pump his stomach completely and it is not John who flat lined. That is not an empty hospital bed. That is not his moth
After Words"I wish you would give it back to me."After Words in Free Verse More Like This
"Why? You'll just break it again."
"It's my heart. I will do whatever the hell I want with it."
"Yeah? Well, you take terrible care of things that are yours."
"Fine. Keep it. I am equal parts concrete and soul anyway."
"You say that, but I'm not entirely sure that you are. I think you're deep, and fragile and broken, and that makes you beautiful."
"Again, concrete and soul. "
"I wish you wouldn't make this so hard."
"So hard? I'm making this easy. You gave me dreams of half feathered swans and a stupid house on an endless beach and a city made of an ocean, and now you're taking it all away. But at least I had them for a while."
"Don't be that way."
"I am going to be awake every single night and wish for a shooting star, so I can wish upon that shooting star to wish thoughts of you away."
"I wish this could be easier on you. You gave me so much and so many too."
"So much of love and so many wishes?"
"No, so much wishing and so many love
Running Away"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.Running Away in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to build. He understood them to be a diamond, and the truth to be their diamond cutter, pulling away pretenses that shouldn't exist. And so, her voice lifted slowly.
"I'm afraid of the door when it shuts out the light. I'm afraid of the jolt my heart makes every time you look at me. I'm afraid of the park bench where my mother and I used to sit and don
VisitsHollow black-hole eyes and arms filledVisits in Free Verse More Like This
to the brim with primitive home-job tattoos.
a tear inscribed under his eye
tells of time behind
and time spent inside seedy taverns killing brain cells
forgetting the days
behind the darker bars,
the other cells
littered with tally marks on walls.
'HATE' is inked into the fists that led him to
other hardened fists met incarcerated.
hate breeding hate breeding regret
leading to bleeding out onto cement.
hard time brewing
moonshine under beds
slept with one eye open.
he flicks his cigarette onto the dirt under the house
tally-ho is the only tally he wants in his hands now.
It creeps under his fingernails and stains them yellow
instead of red.
Jamie scrubs at his dust-covered feet,
rail thin with the sweet smell of
marijuana that hangs
heavy over them -
His eyes run brazenly over my body
as he tells me of the guns he owned before police raids on his home,
his run-ins with the law.
"I'm on parole. Been in
The Doppelganger DeathIf I am dead, throw me to the seaThe Doppelganger Death in Free Verse More Like This
and let me sink.
My bones are soft where you have dug up the remains of drugs
waking in the marrow
and I don't know which part of my brain
is me anymore,
amongst all of those dying ships
and side effects.
those ill-begotten attempts at flying
and the sadness of swallowing
pills for photosynthesis.
I wish I was a tree
and you were the square root solution
anchoring me to the earth
in the tumult.
There are unclean words resting there,
gritty and pregnant with the promise of rain.
I fill my pockets with your gasps
and there are oceans of regret between us.
You like to see yourself in the words I speak
and the empty scripts waiting for a signature.
But when we run and hurl ourselves into the sea
and drink malt whiskey in an August downpour
telling each other our hearts are sunken
I notice nothing.
You're not me anymore.
I'm burying you underwater with three spades
and a red ace of hearts.
My sermon is a renegade of I-promise-I'll-forget-you.
Rebel With a CauseTravis took a deep breath. His hands were starting to sweat. Trickles of perspiration dewed his thick polo shirt, like strings of peals squeezed reluctantly from the mouth of a shy clam. He looked down to consider his shoes – Converse, scuffed, just the right amount to tell people that he cared enough about fashion, but that he didn’t take it too seriously. There was a fine line between try-hard and nonchalant laidback-cool after all. He'd considered Doc Martens, but he didn’t want to look like he was trying to be an Indie or anything.Rebel With a Cause in Short Stories More Like This
He reached down into his bag (khaki green, shoulder strap, no brand – he didn’t want to look like a brand pony), and rummaged for a packet of cigarettes (Malboro; some brands mattered. Pack brands mattered a lot) and a light (Zippo – none of those cheap, plastic kiddie supermarket lighters for him. A Zippo said that THIS was a serious addiction. That he didn’t care about things like cancer or emphys
Strawberry HeartsShe crushed the strawberry in her hands until it bled, crimson and wet against flesh.Strawberry Hearts in Free Verse More Like This
And imagined that it was his red, softly beating heart.
Birthdays on the AirwavesThe shape of her mouthBirthdays on the Airwaves in Free Verse More Like This
falls still with the dew of an April morning.
the rain touches her hair with chilly fingers
leaves tremble and soak the ground
with wet edges,
hail and snow from the inside of a t.v. set.
static curls sleepy and warm on her tongue
the insides of her teeth blush
with the shame of swallowing so many words.
the promises left unsaid in her bedroom
the times she never told them she was sorry
the times her fingertips hovered over the keys
of the piano, and forgot how to play.
they're getting older, too.
each day their voices scratch the air
like the rasp of old gramophones
there is a new layer of lace and dust in the corners of their eyes
hope lying weathered on their faces
with the bit-lipped worry that they were too scared to speak out loud
in case everything was as real as it ought to be.
and she wonders
is this what love is?
Conneticut27 petals fallConneticut in Free Verse More Like This
27 spirits carried gently on the wind
of prayers and whispers
muttered through open hearts
and broken ribs.
Tears on the lips of mourners
sorrow falling in the morning
and heavy tread
hands held together
whispering love and rememberance
of the dead
Valentines Day PoemPassionless saints tie our lips togetherValentines Day Poem in Free Verse More Like This
and I crush our voice in my hands
Lift the nape of your neck
and breathe you in, hush
(you fill the air).
pass through us
while the night stumbles
You dream in a dark
and I drift helplessly
finding words at midnights
to memorise for you
only to keep them locked secretly
with love on my tongue.
You are my love letter
curling naked in the heat
your spine beautiful and bare
as our unlaced feet.
Our shadows touch
a leaf falls on itself.
pink dusk spreads across the sky
farewelling the dark storm
of your hair across the sleepy pillow.
The sound of you breathing
echoes in my chest.
I collapse you in my lungs
like a script
madness takes us with love
and holds us close.
A whisper into the coming sun,
flowers of colour
that melt soft over the sky
like the blush of you
The BestsellerYou are a poetry book reclining on my couchThe Bestseller in Free Verse More Like This
and I want to turn your legs like pages
fold myself into you
the way I dog-ear favourite passages
to re-read and re-visit in the morning.
You could be a sexy bestseller curled up
in my bed.
But I want to guard you from review
and keep you obscure
from publishers and popular culture -
check you out as unavailable in libraries
to keep you as my
and lie with you myself.
We'll clothe each other in dust covers
only to undress
over lazy cups of coffee in Sunday hours
our own personal bookclub
of bibliophilic eroticism.
(We'll slide our bookmarks in each other
and collaborate on the shelf).
Mermaid Bones - a beat poemTRIGGER WARNING: Sexual assault and eating disordersMermaid Bones - a beat poem in Free Verse More Like This
Mermaid Bones - a beat poem.
I'm hiding an ocean of teeth under my scales
it's in the forbidden taste of salt on my tongue
the weight of the measuring tape,
of those numbers pushing bubbles through my blood and through my gums.
It's written on the circumference of my waist.
In the words cursing the ghost ship of my shape being plundered against my will.
It's spoken by the fish telling me that I have no right to fill my gills with oxygen
underneath a sea bed of regret laid heavy with the shape of a tail.
You are a whale they said
and they made me push my bones out to see the fish bones that they could wish on
to beach myself on the sand reaching for a reason to say "no"
I will not make sandcastles out of sandwiches, and pick at the entrails of the jellyfish noodles on my plate on the first date with puberty that said
"you will now be endowed with an oyster set with strings of pearls that hang heavy round your throat like a
ReachThe paramedics lift me effortlesslyReach in Free Verse More Like This
and deep in an ocean of sleep
I swallow the tube.
My lungs fill,
my throat as red and raw
as my softly beating heart.
My lips exhale
as soft and pale
as baby's breath
on the white pillow
of the hospital.
Asleep in the deep and gentle
pull of a coma
stirring with the quiet whirr
of machines keeping
My hands shake
weakly for the touch
of my family
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
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
Her Cold LipsHer Cold Lips:Her Cold Lips in Free Verse More Like This
She watches me, as I bid my friends goodbye
Her cold hands creep along my shoulders
they tell me that she is there
and that she will never let me go...
We're in my room now, away from the outside
I know that she doesn't like the sun
Often, she prefers to observe me from the shadows
but I think she doesn't like the others coming close...
We're beneath the covers now, panting softly
her cold body pressed against mine
Her lips are completely devoid of warmth
and yet they taste so rousingly sweet
A haunting, a haunter and the haunted
Two of us now entwined beneath the ruffled sheets
We cross a barrier that should not be broken
each and every night, as her softly tongue slips gently over mine...
It's dark now and she continues to smile
Her chest does not rise and fall, for she does not breathe
She suffocates me and yet I can't bear to let her go
She clings to me and yet I am equally drawn
It's daytime now and she has vanished
but I know she will return when the sun has
Being A Good Person is a CHOICE!Now, imagine this situation for a moment:Being A Good Person is a CHOICE! in Free Verse More Like This
You are a good father, a wonderful husband.
You go 'pray' every Sunday, doing a wonderful lip-service.
You've taken your kids to soccer practice
And you are ready to enjoy your Sunday.
Tui bu qi, ni ke yi pang wo ma?
You turn around and see an old Chinese lady.
She can't speak English and needs assistance.
You pretend you cannot hear her and drive away.
Smooth-stuff dad, you should return that #1 mug...
To me however, there would be no question.
I was late to a part-time job, it would actually cost me money;
And did I mention I can't speak Chinese either?
Instead I communicated with gestures and signs.
She wanted to go to the train station, as I later learned.
With your car it would have taken five minutes.
But we walked and that is also okay.
To be honest, you might think you've done more good than evil.
You might think there is a welcoming committee for you at the pearly gates.
I regret to inform you however, that
Swan SongSwan Song:Swan Song in Free Verse More Like This
Those days we used to spend together
So gentle and so sweet...
Are buried like my sister's corpse
Entombed beneath my feet...
The mornings we spent in the grove of dryads
Braiding each other's hair...
I visit the very same places now;
But I know that she isn't there.
I can hear her voice from time to time
As a dying whisper amongst the trees.
But I can never forget that day;
It festers like disease...
A waking nightmare, so vivid and real
I am lost in the grip of its chilling touch.
You called to me, on that fated morning
Bearing a wound and crutch...
But they came like thunder, these men of steel
They heft their weapons high in the air.
They shrieked and praised their vaunted deity
As they laid her body bare...
At the behest of the robed one, they took her apart.
They chopped her to pieces, and they burned her heart.
And then it was done, like a sprinkling rain.
They left our forest, with a walk of dis
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Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.
And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;
Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.
Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,
She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.
Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,
Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.
So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.
While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.
She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,
About never idolizing the keen writer's mind...
If that is the case, then why ape my technique?
Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?
You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,
What are we if not performers, is that not true?
Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?
It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;
For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
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Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting
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Beautiful people, you see and believe
But don't you know that they are rife with disease?
Little maggots, that crawl in their flesh
They walk around with a hole in their chest.
They try to pull you, they push you to be
They make a horror; now it's staring at me!
Abomination in the mirror you see
Are you so sick, that you cannot believe?
Oh! These beautiful people, they make you believe,
But you don't want to catch their horrid disease
Little maggots that crawl in their flesh
You hear the lies on their putrid breath.
Now! They tell you how to live and how you should be
But they're ones who will never be free.
Trapped by the mirror and what they see
Is there a devil called Vanity?
Yeah! These beautiful people, they make you believe,
But you don't want to catch their horrid disease.
Little maggots that crawl in their flesh,
You feel the lies on their putrid breath...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th March 2012
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There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.
There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.
There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.
There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...
There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.
There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.
There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.
There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...
I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.
I love this little garden,
It's where I want to be.
I love this little garden,
Now wouldn't you like to see?
I love this little garden;
And you'll be number three...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th October 2012
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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
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And Aithusa Makes It Happen
Humans are very odd creatures.
Aithusa decides this during an early stage in his life, more precisely on the way to Camelot three days after emerging from his egg.
Before hatching, he's grown up to voices, humming from ages away, quietly making their way through the shell of his egg, blanketing him in security. Through the old voices of his forefathers, he's learned many a thing. Of the turning of the world and changing of the seasons and the colour of the sky, before he'd gotten a taste of what colour really is. However, he's not heard much about humans.
First off, they're very different from one another, some tall and bulky, others short and muscled. They have different colourings and strange growth on their heads (and sometimes on their faces), some dark brown, others different shades of yellow. They also must be very prone to cold since they wear diverse kinds of things on their bodies, red and brown and blue and other various combinatio
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Author's note: Part 23 of a Merlin fanfiction. Contains slash.
It's late as I write this so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes.
Things That Merlin Isn't Allowed To Do (According to Prince Arthur)
23: Bath In Open Rivers/Lakes Without A Prince To Guard Him
Gentle sunrays from the red-hued setting sun seek their way through the foliage, landing in a mossy clearing: six men in armour and red cloaks are gathered in the centre. There's also a youth with dark hair, stirring the stew that's boiling over the campfire. They're all happy: the journey to the neighboring kingdom was long and rainy, but they were welcomed well and the negotiations were successful, gaining Camelot another strong ally. The whole way back to the city has been uneventful with good weather, not a drop of rain in sight.
"It's been a successful week," says Leon while taking a bite off his bread and cheese. "But stressful as well. It'll be good to come back to Camelot an
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Things That Merlin Isn't Allowed To Do (According to Prince Arthur)
Summary: A list which everyone in Camelot should be aware of, in which Arthur is a prat/possessive and Merlin is stubborn/too endearing for his own good. One: Animals. "Sometimes, Arthur thinks, Merlin is really, truly annoying." Pre-slash Merthur.
Author's note (2012-07-16): As I'm writing this note, this fic has nearly been completed and I'm in the process of going through this story a final time to adjust a few things (nothing major I promise!) and correct some grammar. I just want to say a HUGE thank you to all of the people who've read, favourited or added this story to their alerts lists; and also to all the people who might in the future do the same. Without you I'd never kept going with this story. It exists thanks to you. Some of you also have left ideas or little plot bunnies in their reviews and though I unfortunately didn't manage to make them all come alive, I u
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A Prince's best friend
Epilogue (11): How It Then Worked Out
For once, it didn't feel bad at all to wake up, spooned against a warm firm body and Merlin didn't worry it was a dream (because last night had felt far to wonderful and close and had left a faint ache confirming it was real, not any kind of illusion). He just cuddled closer to the warmth and thought that he wouldn't mind waking up every morning from now on in Arthur's arms in Arthur's bed, safe, secure, together. The warlock didn't worry about some untimely servant or guard barging in or even the king himself finding out about his and the prince's relationship. He didn't worry about having to tell Arthur about his magic, because he had a feeling deep in his chest that it would work out fine, that what they had couldn't be broken. Arthur really was more caring and selfless than he let on. Last night had been solid proof of that. Oh well, mostly selfless. He might've been a bit selfish last night, but it hadn't been bad
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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 10: In which there's maybe the prologue of something greater
Merlin wouldn't be convinced. Never before had Arthur encountered such a stubborn soul: once the boy had decided do to something, he wasn't going to be deterred, so in the end the prince had agreed to let Percival be the one to accompany the servant when he went to see the knights, while Arthur would stay behind in his chambers and sulk (thought Merlin). Of course he wouldn't stay behind and never would he, prince of Camelot, do something as undignified as sulk; it just wasn't done. He did the only logical thing, which was follow at a safe distance, glancing around every corner and diving into alcoves to not be discovered.
The servant was thankfully very oblivious, but Percival kept looking over his shoulder, feeling they were being followed or watched. Maybe he should think of a diversion to get rid of him? Oh yes, brilliant plan, Arthur scolded himself, and let M
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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 7: In which Merlin is cured? And for Arthur, it's payback time
The first feeling he had was one of refreshment. The second, as he stretched (a habit he'd developed over the last few days) was one of realization. His limbs were entirely too long. He fletched toes and fingers; they felt a bit sore In shock he opened his eyes. Toes! Fingers! It'd worked! The spell had worked he was normal again!
And very naked in Arthur's soft pillowy bed. With said prince's hand resting on his lower back. (For a second there feeling the warm firm hand against his skin he grew sort of incoherent.)
Wait, how had he ended up in Arthur's bed? Why wasn't he in his own room? Wait last night His memories were sort of foggy...He'd gone to see Gaius, somehow the spell hadn't seemed to work and then .After visiting the dragon, he'd walked down a hallway, toward Arthur's chambers then, poof!, hands, strangers surrounding him
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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 4: In which the knights aren't insignificant background characters anymore
Merlin awoke to voices and something stroking his back and scratching his ears. Was it time to leave already? Or was Arthur attempting to annoy him or something? (Because it definitely didn't annoy him, on the contrary it was really nice.) He opened his eyes, purring it was pleasant to wake this way then he startled as he at first couldn't register where he was and, more importantly, it wasn't actually Arthur who was scratching his ears. He could recognize sir Leon and sir Bors pretty well, but was so unprepared at seeing them that he fell off the table.
Which, in turn, was incredibly embarrassing. Cats didn't fall off tables like that. He hated being so clumsy.
"Hey, do any of you recognize that cat?" sir Bors asked the other knights.
"I think it's the prince's. I saw the two yesterday evening walking down the halls, and then the kitchen staff mentioned
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A Prince's best friend
Chapter 2: In which Uther might not like all that he sees
It was when he started noticing the black feline constantly at his son's heels that Uther began growing suspicious.
It was no secret, at least not among the courtiers, that Arthur had taken no great liking to cats. Dogs were all right, and he where used to their presence especially during hunting, and horses was one of Arthur's loves, essential to him as warrior and prince. But since when had Arthur tolerated having a cat following him around everywhere all the time? Especially one so clumsy.
Uther wasn't by any means blind, especially not when that thing kept bumbling into people in the hallways, tying knots of the servants' legs, making courtiers trip and once almost jumbling the king himself when he was making his way to the great hall. (Which had made Arthur glare at the creature fiercely, protectively yet scolding; Uther could almost imagine his son saying "Watch where
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The People Knows It
Little can rattle the inhabitants of Camelot anymore. They've had their fair share of sorcerers both good and bad, of magical creatures of all shapes and sizes, of rampant kings, angry druids, peaceful druids, stuck-up princes and wrestling with wyverns.
Over the years, they have seen the initially arrogant, selfish and overall unpleasant prince turn into a strong warrior, a man firm in his belief of his people's worth and a just regent. When he finally becomes King, cheers echoes through the streets.
Lately though, the streets have been tense and silent. The King might not be aware of just how far and deep he affects his city. When his mood drops it's like a dark sheet abruptly falls over the city, chokingly.
"One of their tiffs, huh?" asks Gregory the guard when exchanging shifts with another. The other man nods. "Yeah. I could hear them yelling and jabbering like old wives."
Gregory sighs. Last time had been awful. The King had walked about
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Merlin/Arthur pre-slash. Follows Coversations with a dragon 1: On princes, destinies and idiots. Originally uploaded at www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net. Time for more silliness and some oblivious/innocent!Merlin and smug!SlashDragon (and obvious!Arthur somewhere in the background). Warnings: unbetaed, slash, AU. Some spoilers/references to season 1, episode 11 (I think it's that ep, anyway). See description below for full info and link to part one.
Conversations with a dragon:
On warlocks, destinies and prats
"I think Arthur's been enchanted."
Large yellow eyes regarded him closely. "And what makes you believe that?"
"Well," Merlin said, gesturing with his free hand, "he's been acting odd like he's been hit on his head; he's too nice. I took him to the physician to be examined but he's got no head injury, and Gaius says he's not ill either; he's got no fever or anything. He has defied his father more than twice in two days to spend time with me (
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Hercules, along with Pegasus and Phil landed in front of Tower of Terror.
"Where are they?" Herc asked.
"In there, maybe?" Phil asked, pointing towards the light coming from the gift shop. They entered and saw it a mess. "Whoa, what happened here? Looks like there was a fight."
"Then let's go. They're going to need our help." Phil jumped onto Pegasus as Herc flew off.
The animatronic pirates dropped the girls in front of an army of Disney villains. In front, stood Hades and Maleficent.
"Oy, deja vu..." Hades said to himself.
"What is this?" Maleficent said. She took in their makeshift weapons and smiled. Then chucked. Then outright laughed. The girls stood there waiting for her to finish. "You really thought you could stop us?" she laughed a little more. More and more villains started to join her. "Shut up, you fools!" They immediately quieted and Maleficent turned to the girls. "Well, if it's a fight they want, it's a fight they'll get. Attack!" she pointed to the girls. The Q
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The girls landed in a painful pile at the bottom of the pit Maleficent sent them to. The girls untangled themselves and got up.
"Ow! My arm!" Bookworm complained.
"Ow, my head." Amarah said.
"I think I'm bleeding." Wolfgirl said.
"I think we're lucky to have survived at all." Amber said. She looked around the room and saw the floor resembled a spinner from a board game or something similar to that. "Hey guys? This looks familiar..." Different colors around the room got brighter.
"Black light." Sonic said. Eugenie gasped as she recognized the room they were in.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?
Little girls, huh?
Oh, I'm really scared
So you're the one everybody's talkin' about, ha, ha
When Mr. Oogie Boogie says
There's trouble close at hand
You'd better pay attention now
'Cause I'm the Boogie Man
And if you aren't shakin'
Then there's something very wrong
'Cause this may be the last time now
That you hear the boogie song, ohhh..."
Suddenly, Wolfgirl ran forward and tackl
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GROUP #1: AMBER AND BOOKWORM
The girls got to their destination first, since all they had to do was go back the way they came.
"So, what are we looking for?" Bookworm asked.
"To tell the truth, I have no idea." Amber answered. Bookworm checked out the Walt/Mickey statue while Amber looked into a shop window. Not seeing anything strange, they moved on to the next building. Amber was looking through the theater when the other girl called her.
"Is that light supposed to be on?" she asked. A window above the fire house was lit and the curtain was swaying as if someone just moved it. The girls made their way to the fire house. Luckily, it was open, so they walked right in. The building was decked out to look like a real fire station, complete with a fire engine.
"Hey, look at this!" Bookworm said. There was a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY and it was cracked open. They opened the door all the way, revealing a flight of stairs. Amber motioned to be quiet and
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Amber struggled with their artificial cage. She had one foot on one bar while she pulled on another, trying to pry them open.
"It's obviously not going to work. Those bars are probably made of steel." Bookworm said.
"It can't be. If a cartoon character made them, then it can't be real, right?" Amber asked. Blank stares were all she got. "It sounded a lot smarter in my head..." she trailed off when she saw something - a small gap between the wall and a bar. She put her head through, then her shoulders, then pulled the rest of her body out.
"Yeah, I can fit into some pretty small spaces..." Amber said.
"You have to find where they're all coming from. Destroy it if you can." Bookworm said. Amber nodded and crept out of the room. She kept to the wall as she descended the stairs. It got darker the further down she went, so soon she had to feel her way down. The red glow of an EXIT sign glinted off her glasses. She leaned against the door and opened it as quie
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A man wearing heavy boots and carrying a large gun patrolled the Disneyland grounds. He was sent to make sure the park was completely empty. He looked up to the darkening sky. It wasn't even 4 o'clock yet and the sky looked like it was much later, which was a good sign.
"The boss should be getting here soon." He thought. After one more round, he smirked with satisfaction and went back to base.
A dark figure appeared in front of the castle. He glanced up then rolled his eyes in disgust.
"Oy, what yutz would make a castle pink?" He spotted a pile of equipment against the wall of the tunnel going through the castle. "I guess they don't need this any more." He said. He sent a fireball towards the pile, which was turned into a flaming pile of ash, melted metal, and plastic.
"Burn the whole castle down, why don't ya?!... oh, Hades, it's you." Hades gave the voice's owner an annoyed glance. "I thought one of the girls escaped and were trying to burn the castle down."
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GROUP #1: AMBER AND BOOKWORM
"I really hope we don't find anything." Bookworm said. "Sorry, but what Dazzled and Amarah caught was way too creepy." Bookworm and Amber stood in the entrance to Tomorrowland.
"Well, this place isn't going to investigate itself." Amber said, taking a few steps in. "Not yet, anyway." she joked. Bookworm followed. They looked around the rides, but all they found were a few cents and a half-eaten corndog.
"Let's look around Star Tours." Amber said.
"Are you sure?" Bookworm asked.
"We kind of have to." Amber replied.
"Fine, but if anything moves, I'm outta there. " They entered the dark building, using the camera light to see where they were going. They looked over every inch of the building, even up to where the doors open to the ride.
"I don't see anything here. Let's check out Innoventions and we'll be done." The girls walked over to the building that held the Innoventions attraction. Bookworm looked over at Space Mountain.
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Ignore the prickling feeling on your neck. Ignore the cold chill running up your spine.
She's standing there in a flowing white gown. Eyes hollow and skin rotten.
Left, right. Left, right. To the table at the end of the hall. There's a key. Grab it, quick!
Now she's in the doorway to your right. Don't look! Turn left and open the door.
Up the stairs you go to the attic. She's now at the foot of the stairs. Use the key.
The door creaks open. She's standing next to an old coatrack.
Over to the open window. The curtains are waving, beckoning you to it. Flowing like her dress.
The night sky is black as night, the stars glittering. No.
The stars are teeth, the sky an open mouth. The curtains her gown.
She swallows you up.
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WOLFGIRL & SONIC
Wolfgirl and Sonic looked around. Carefully checking that the trash cans near them weren't going to chase them, they set foot in Fantasyland.
"So, where do we look first?" Sonic asked.
"I don't care, as long as nothing chases us again." They walked around the grounds, which reminded them of a five-year-old's bedroom.
"So, who do you think would want to do all this? I mean, they can't just be coincidences." Sonic said.
"What I was wondering, was what happens if we find him? Do we call the police?" Wolfgirl asked.
"I know, huh? Will they really believe us?" Sonic wondered. Both girls stopped walking. "It's kind of scary, isn't it?" They looked at each other with worried looks. Suddenly, Sonic whipped her head and then her camera towards a ride.
"What?" Wolfgirl asked.
"I thought I saw " she didn't finish her sentence as she walked towards a brightly-colored stand. Wolfgirl followed her, looking around the place, making sure nothing was following t
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GROUP #4: AMARAH & DAZZLED
BIG THUNDER MTN.
Amarah and Dazzled were walking through Frontierland when they got distracted. There was a stand selling hats, toys, and snacks. Like kids in a toy store, they went towards it and tried some hats on. Amarah put on a Goofy hat.
"Does this hat make my head look big?" she joked. "So, where do we go first?" she asked while looking through the snacks.
"I don't know." Dazzled said. They then walked away from the stand and around until they came to the beginning of the queue for Big Thunder Mountain.
"Want to run around in there?" Amarah asked.
"But we're supposed to be investigating." Dazzled said.
"We will! We'll see if anything is in there and have some fun while doing it." The girls ran through the queue and got to the ride itself. The train waiting to be boarded was named U.R. Bold. "Is the evil train named I.E. Choo?" she joked. The two crawled over the train and walked along the tracks. When they came to a dark tunnel, they hesitated.
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"Okay, guys. Sorry I didn't give you much info when I called you. I just wanted to make sure you'd come."Eight girls were gathered around a table with a large map . One girl stood up, while the others sat at the table. She had medium-length brown hair, glasses, and a white Supergirl t-shirt. "I've split us up into four teams. Each team will investigate two areas " A girl with long, brown hair with a white stripe raised her hand.
"Where exactly are we investigating?" she asked with a French accent.
"We're investigating Disneyland." Smiles and whispers went around the table. "Don't get your hopes up, ladies." She threw down some files. "Seven kids have mysteriously disappeared. Jimmy Summers disappeared in 1981. Thirteen years later, his sister takes this picture. Who does it look like?" The girls looked at the two pictures. The first picture showed Jimmy and his younger sister. The second showed a scene from Small World. The doll standing between an animatronic Dutch gir
Encounter: Chapter 6"... so we're discharging you today."Encounter: Chapter 6 in Fan Fiction More Like This
At those words Desmond breathed a sigh of relief. It was what they had been waiting for, so many days. At last Altaïr was well enough to leave the hospital.
The weeks spent here had been bitingly torturous, mentally and physically. It had been hard to stay in a small place for much of a day and worry ate at his mind.
On the other hand, in such close proximity with Altaïr unsettled him. The overwhelming desire to touch him warred with his sanity and relationships with him and Lucy. Two different things, walls he shouldn't breach but if he did, what would happen? Ever since the night he had so nonchalantly caressed Altaïr's face, he'd been even more disturbed. Desmond shook his head in disgust to clear away his thoughts and paid attention to Lucy again.
She was discussing arrangements and Altaïr's condition with the nurse now. Since it didn't really involve Desmond much he went over and squatted next to Altaïr's bed. A
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The assassin- Altaïr Ibn La Ahad- scaled the wall, desperate to escape the guards. He let out a cry when an arrow struck his back. Fire ran up and down his spine.
In his pause during the climb, an archer took advantage and shot another arrow at Altaïr. It hit his right arm, making him lose his grip on the wall. Altaïr dangled from the ledge with his left hand, pain shooting up his arms and back as he tried to swing his legs up to get back. The first time didn't work, the second he barely made it on.
By this time one of the guards had attempted to go after Altaïr. A sword in his hand, he scrambled up the wall. With his terribly injured state Altaïr had trouble reaching the top. The guard approached him, taking a jab with his sword and missing. But he had slipped on something; the guard glanced down to see wet blood. Glancing up he saw Altaïr's blood dripping on him. It gave him courage that the as
Encounter: Chapter 7There was finally a light that glowed dimly into the trunk. Desmond could see it through his half-closed lids, and he smelled the open, fresh air above him. His eyes snapped open and he instinctively sucked in air that, for once wasn't dry and stuffy. He saw a shape above him, illuminated by light from behind.Encounter: Chapter 7 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lucy?" he asked. Augh. The light hurt after spending so much time in the darkness; he felt like a zombie awakening. Screwing his eyes he tried to sit up. "We're there? Here? Whatever?"
Lucy nodded and someone else joined her. "You look dead," the new person commented in his deep voice. Desmond had to smile at that. Altaïr extended his hand out to him, and Desmond took it gratefully. With a tug Desmond raised himself to a crouch and gingerly jumped/slithered out of the car. It bounced slightly after his exit.
"Ohhh," Desmond groaned and doubled over. A burning ache started in the right half of his body, clenching and unclenching. His feet and hands felt numb, than tingled as
Encounter: Chapter 11Desmond blinked at Ezio, feeling stupid. He was stunned by the entire turn of events he was experiencing. Fuck, this was crazy. How is it possible for his ancestors to practically come back from the dead, not to mention travel in time? Wasn't his life already so messed up? What did he do to deserve this? He wasn't a bad man. Well, maybe he did get himself into shitty situations more often than nor but it--Encounter: Chapter 11 in Drama More Like This
He shut his mouth as he realized he was blathering out loud like a madman. Ezio was staring at him. Since when had he started to talk aloud?
Desmond started to apologize for being so freaky, but he heard the door creak open and he turned to see who it was.
"Desmond? Lucy?" Altaïr called out, walking calmly into the room. As he neared them, he must have seen the stranger as a threat, because he froze and stiffened. A hard mask came over him and he growled, "What's this? May you be stabbed by a di--"
"Altaïr," Lucy cut him off sharply, looking from him to the It
Encounter: Chapter 2As if on cue, Lucy rushed into the lab. She muttered something about Dr. Vidic needing her for something. Her high heels clicked as she walked to the Animus purposefully only to stop when she saw Altaïr.Encounter: Chapter 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How did this happen?" she demanded, knowing that neither Desmond or she knew.
"I don't know. The Animus screwed." Desmond eyed Altaïr, almost fearfully. The aura around the Animus was smoldering and had a dangerous feel...
Lucy seemed really stunned to see Altaïr. Blood she did not mind, but to just see him there... it was painful to just look at his wounds or the look of pain and failure on his blank face. For a moment she stood stock still, unsure of what to do or say. Be sensible! her thoughts yelled at her. Report it to Dr. Vidic! Clean this up!
"Help him," Desmond begged. His dark brown eyes looked beseechingly into Lucy's blue ones.
Shaking her head Lucy sighed. "I can't. He's gone." It seemed so, seeing how much Altaïr had bled. There was almos
Encounter: Chapter 3Desmond and Lucy were still crouching together, his arm around her shoulders, when the paramedics finally arrived. Footsteps sounded down the hallway, many voices too.Encounter: Chapter 3 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Right here!" one of them called above all the others. The group of paramedics moved into the lab. There were about five.
Reluctantly Desmond pulled his arm away and he and Lucy stood up. The head paramedic headed towards them, a serious look on her face. "Tell me what has happened," she ordered kindly.
Immediately Lucy took charge. She didn't exactly lie, nor tell the truth either. She made a good sound of pretending to be scared. "This man. We found him here, just on the ground. He had several wounds- we tried to treat him."
"What kind of wounds?" the paramedic asked, holding a paper.
"I don't know." It was best to lie, that way he didn't have to explain. Desmond shot a look at Lucy. Get out of this situation- fast. But take care of Altaïr.
For the next few minutes Desmond and Lucy were questioned. What
Encounter: Chapter 8And so Desmond was left alone with Altaïr. Could luck get any worse than that for him? Other than that he was kidnapped, kept hostage by an organization straight out of history, and not knowing if you'd still be alive the next day? Well, not technically, but everything sounded better when you exaggerated facts.Encounter: Chapter 8 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Anyways, it wasn't so bad when you were lying on a bed and dead-beat.
He couldn't understand why he felt this way for Altaïr. Firstly, he was a guy. That totally went against his supposed straightness. Secondly, he was related to him, even is somewhat distantly. And, he loved Lucy! Lucy!!
This stupid desire for him...
"Are you all right?" Altaïr asked, his soft footsteps tapping the floor as he walked towards him.
He sat down on the bed next to Desmond, making it creak slightly. "You seem very out of it."
"As I said before, tired.'
"You looked very tense."
"Ah, well." Was he? He tried to loosen his body and imagined himself melting into the bed, wit
Encounter: Chapter 12"No. This can't be happening..."Encounter: Chapter 12 in Drama More Like This
Desmond sat on the ground like a small child, his legs crossed with his head in his hands. "This doesn't be make any sense."
He felt a light touch on his shoulder and when he looked up he saw the piercing hazel eyes of the Italian assassin looking at him with mild concern. "Are you all right?"
"No, I'm good." It came out sounding like a question. Rising up steadily now, Desmond tried to regain his composure. This had to be one of the most undignified things he'd ever done--freaking out in front of a man like Ezio Auditore! And from what he'd seen in the Animus, Ezio was a pretty tough guy, but he was such a kind friend, brother, son, nephew, lover, that Desmond was sure that Ezio would understand. But poof, there went his first impression moment.
It was foolish of him to be thinking such things at the moment, and he felt silly. What was more important was the matter of Ezio, Altair, and the Animus that (perhaps, probably, most likely, definitely) brough
Encounter: Chapter 10Ezio heard the footsteps pounding behind him and the angry voices shouting death threats. Shocked civilians scrambled out of his way, gasping at the sight of the chase.Encounter: Chapter 10 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The white-hooded assassin looked back over his shoulder to check on his progress. Even though he was running as fast as he could, there were two guards quickly gaining on him.
Shit! Run! he yelled at himself. There was no chance to fight against so many people without getting seriously injured, or worse, dead. His legs were getting tired but he couldn't afford to stop if he wanted to get away with his life.
He rounded a corner in the busy street, searching for a way to lose the guards. With his heart pounding in his chest, he made a split-second decision to awkwardly duck into an alleyway.
Taking precious seconds, he took a couple steps back to make a running start for a wall. Leaping up he grabbed an outstanding brick and began to haul himself up.
By then, the guards had found him and were yelling angrily from b
Encounter: Chapter 4It had been 9 days since Altaïr had been admitted into the hospital. The first 7 days were in the Intensive Care unit. Days of waiting... worry... unknowing... Since in the IC, visitors were not allowed to stay. They could come and go and certain hours but were not able to stay in the room with him for the night. So Desmond and Lucy lived in the hotel a few blocks away from the hospital for a week. Everyday visits were made to Altaïr, but all this time he was unconscious. Maybe it was a coma; the doctors didn't know. Lucy thought it was an effect from the Animus as this was different from other coma states.Encounter: Chapter 4 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Than on the 8th day, Altaïr was moved to the normal wards, as the doctors declared him healing quite well from his many wounds. Much to Desmond's and Lucy's relief. But Altaïr was still not awake, which troubled the couple and confused the doctors. There was no telling when he would wake up from this... nothingness.
When Altaïr changed units, Desmond and Luc