RelicRoaring giants standing tallRelic in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eternal beings they could still fall
Clans of old that took their tolls
The Machine"How's your goddamn math going to help us out of this now?" she practically spat the words onto the soft earth that they were talking across. Their feet sunk into the soil, making dirt cling to their shoes and stick into the ground as they traveled across.The Machine in Short Stories More Like This
"Shut up," Jamie spewed back. It was just a harmless experiment, one that he was trying to do by following a guideline that he normally ignored before. Instead of looking at his numbers, and thinking about what calmed him, he went on through with his experiment using his numbers in a whole new way that he hadn't tried before.
Many hours ago, that it almost seemed like an eon ago.
Hours of labor and work had finally paid off. If all his calculations were correct, then he had finally managed to build something using just metal, wires, electricity, and his numbers. The numbers that got him through life every day and every night. Specific numbers, he wasn't just any old fool who chose random numbers depending on what worked best. No, the
The climbHe tied his boat among the rocks, and soon began to climb. Slowly, every so slowly, he went foot by foot, climbing away from shore and onto what should be called land, but really was nothing more than rocks.The climb in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When he tried to look above there was no grass of green. More and more rocks awaited our man, and still he climbed. The sun beat down, and clouds covered the top so our poor man could not see his destination, but still he climbed.
'It appears as though God has taken a day off today,' he thought to himself. And still he climbed up and up, even though the rocks were always coming.
When the stones cut into his palms, and the toes of his shoes wore down till his toes peeked out, and when the sun burned what skin it could, and when the wind cut through his clothes and chilled his bones, he still kept moving forwards. He couldn't see the sea below him, and there was nothing in front of him but clouds.
And still our poor man climbed, and climbed, and climbed.
To reach the top and say that
DawnIn those fickle hours of the morningDawn in Free Verse More Like This
right before the run has even risen,
and before the world truly begins to wake up
that is when the magic happens.
Each new dawn brings new life
the brand new start of a new day.
Life is such a fickle thing
that can end in an instant.
Yet in those early hours of the morning
when a new life had yet to begin
we see the true rise of people
as they begin what they believe is just a new day.
For in those early hours of the morning
we see the new chance to become and create
the life that has gone through each and every morning.
So while many sleep
through the early morning dawn
they miss the sleeping life begin to awake
and the new chance at life to have its day.
You are woman. You are man.You are woman,You are woman. You are man. in Free Verse More Like This
so be kind,
all in your own way.
You are man
so be strong,
MissingMissingMissing in Free Verse More Like This
No oneDrown those drinksNo one in Free Verse More Like This
shoot those shots,
don't think about tomorrow
just party till you cant.
She stumbles around
not even able to stay stable
she sits roughly on the ground
when a man comes up
and takes her somewhere else
Following the sounds
of muffled grunts
and drunken cries
the man is hovering over her
while she cries out
for anyone to help her
No one does
no one can hear
over the hammering music.
No one notices
when they both emerge
one a tear stained face,
and the other
Well the other,
goes to his friends
and gets congratulated.
Keep on DreamingThere are dreams in this worldKeep on Dreaming in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams of anything and everyone
Dreams are more than we believe
More than we actually dream
With a bit of faith
Dreams can become reality
Dream on, keep dreaming
You never know where those dreams may go.
Dreams change the world
Dreams can do anything
Dreams created the world
As everything that ever is, or was,
Began with a dream.
Keep on dreaming~
Mirror, mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall in Free Verse More Like This
Show me the tragedy
Of us all
A family torn apart,
Loved ones lost forever, never to return
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Show me the feelings
Of us all
Flashes of gray
And a heart, broken in half
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the crime
Of us all
Fighting over meaningless issues
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the history
Of us all
A soldier, bloodied and tainted,
Trucking through blood covered ground.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me a place
That is safe for us all
A utopia of peace and love
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the hope
Of us all
Children, their eyes filled with innocence
Run and play throughout the land
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the hero
That's within us all
A figure walking
Gives a dollar to a struggling man
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the ones
We've all lost
Elderly, with tears in their eyes
And families being reunited
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Show me the wants
Of us all
Say you willSay you will follow me.Say you will in Free Verse More Like This
Say you will stand by my side.
Watch for my
In the sands
Say you will care.
Say you will always be there.
When I leave
I'll leave no regrets.
Come with me
To the end of the world.
Say you will understand.
Say you are okay.
I love you.
So don't judge me
When I have
To leave so soon.
Say you will come with me.
Say you will never leave.
How I loved you
How I lived
And how I was here.
Say it's okay.
Say you won't cry when I'm gone.
When I'm gone,
I won't be gone forever.
I'll live on in your heart,
And your memories.
Say you love me.
Say you will never forget me.
A Snowfall CandlelitMy version of winter has always been flawed. It is controlled by the fall of snow and the exact amount of the ground it covers. It never ever covers the tiny little patch in the garden, right near the broken tin roofed shed. I suppose that is why I just like the idea of snow. But I do not love it.A Snowfall Candlelit in Free Verse More Like This
(Realisation: I suppose that little corner represents the only part of me that even I cannot love.)
I met a man with candle lit wolf eyes and a strong, warm lion heart, who tells me Sea God stories before disappearing into a cold, cold winter's morning, fog cloaking his very essence.
(Addendum: Sometimes I think of five a.m. coffee, and wonder if your smile didn't hold all of winter's warmth in it, whether I would still be liking the idea of it.)
He lights candles and turns my room into a place of sanctity and prayer often. It makes the love making ironic in a way, I suppose. But nothing he ever does fails to intrigue the very fabric that my cotton soul is made of.
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
LustHis hands have a habit of finding my hip bones,Lust in Free Verse More Like This
trailing his river like fingers along my stone smooth skin,
his lips do not move, his mouth tells me stories.
Mine spend their time
tracing the length and breadth
of his back in kisses*
We travel through lands that never existed
before we touched them
At temperatures far exceeding in Fahrenheit
If only we could understand
how lust and geography
make such divinely sinful bedmates.
* One hundred and sixteen
I'm Not the Marrying KindI'm not the marrying kind.I'm Not the Marrying Kind in Free Verse More Like This
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I do not stay silent in arguments,
And I like to lie compulsively, just to see your face change.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am not the ideal of any lady, nor her likes,
And I do not allow any man to walk all over me.
No. I am not the marrying kind.
But I do like the idea of a little girl with her mo
Body Speak, Mouth Don't."I need a favour. You got a minute?"Body Speak, Mouth Don't. in Free Verse More Like This
No. No I don't.
My heart feels ripped out of my chest and trampled on too often.
My ears open to screams in the morning.
My eyes close crying every night.
My mind always turns dreams into nightmares.
My lungs contract too soon for me to catch my breath.
My worries far outweigh my years.
My brain feels overworked, overwrought, so tired.
My stomach cramps every night and I curl up in pain.
My knees weaken often but I'm still standing.
My mouth goes dry and I can't speak.
My hands dampen because I have too much to think about.
My bones feel weaker than they ever have before.
But I don't think it's anything to be worried about, really.
"Sure. How can I help you?"
HappyYou looked. I glanced. We met. I smiled. You smiled back. A sentence here. A metaphor there. A memory we both found beyond repair. I shared. You listened. You shared. I heard. You paused. And then I kissed you.Happy in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers pressed skin. Then danced apart. I teased. You laughed. You joked. I grinned. Stairwells were dreamcatchers. Stars were destinies. Guitars became epiphanies. More words. More memories. More to admit. More to regret. You were damaged. I was broken.
You stopped smiling. I didn't laugh. Words began to go unspoken. Regrets emerged. Fingers didn't touch. Lips faltered. Stairwells were nightmare holders. Stars were dead light from the skies. Guitars became dust ridden.
Words became unspeakable. Memories were untrustworthy. Your eyes told lies. My hands betrayed me. We broke apart before we had a chance to be. I became distant. And you...you were gone.
Now repeat until you believe it.
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.Tears in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.
They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.
Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.
He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them."
"They mean nothing."
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
Love as an AsthmaticI snatch my breath after we kissLove as an Asthmatic in Free Verse More Like This
because I want to feel you
in my wheezing, useless lungs
not just a craving
a desperate need
in the physical urge
to breathe you in,
make your mystical secrets
a part of my body.
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
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
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
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).
AlienRuby lives in my mind.Alien in Free Verse More Like This
she is the voice between
that chemicals try to silence
the voices the run in streams
"kill the noise
get a gun a gun
kill them all
the government whispers alien
kill the noise
there's an alien in your head, lover killer
duck for cover
mother mary comes for me magdalene
green sleeves all my joy..."
lift my sleeves and you'll find
vertical and deep.
deep lines etched in
that pierce my soul.
Running parallel between
in the hemispheres
instead of heart lines
lines of longitude.
I tried to silence the white noise in my mind
with overdoses of
and emotional crusades
and maelstroms of not wanting stay
of not being sane
of not being able to
hold my crushed body to my chest.
instead I hold crushed pills in my palm
and swallow myself
I did it then to lay claim to a patch of earth
And I do it now to f
Liason In a LaundromatThere is a scream before time stops. A woman is lifted through heavy doors by gloved hands. Her body cloaked in low murmurs, weighed down with the urgent scream of sirens that split the night.Liason In a Laundromat in Short Stories More Like This
Her fingers lie curled like soft-shelled snails at her thighs. Headlights stream out behind them, gold slug-trails instead of the silver gilt webs of spider-spun lies, and guilt written on the faces of youths loitering ill-spent in half-empty hostels on cracked sidewalks; trying to catch a glimpse of half-naked flesh and trading green paper or little packets of white snow for favours.
Glass litters the road at the man's feet. A man in uniform writes in a notepad, watching him press a damp shirt over the gentle black pool forming in the hollow of his collarbone. Intern street surgeons suturing a new, primitive tattoo on his neck to mark the occasion of virginity taken away. Their toast was premature.
"Tumble and a rumble in the Laundromat, eh?"
"Yeah, she got
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t
Poem For My Twin SisterPoem For My Twin Sister in Free Verse More Like This
She can feel our hearts beat
inside small ribbed hulls in a blue womb
and rests her hands on the shape of us,
lays her head down -
down to that quiet world that harbours revelations waiting to take form,
to draw breath, to be born.
I hum gentle lullabies to the soft untuned melodies of you
lying silent beside me
our hands pressed –
crossed lifelines tangling
palms forming prayers of memory buried somewhere
in the shape of our lips,
untouched in our fragile
(we have the same fingerprints).
We whisper umbilical secrets to each other in the dark
connected by the steady thrum of our infant hearts.
In this hushed world, we are an echo, snowflakes mirrored
off the walls of skeleton key bones.
Two shapes unborn, but already I know you through and through.
And I wonder, just
if you’re the ghost of me
or I’m the ghost of you
Flock Echo PassionThe gentle tone of your fingersFlock Echo Passion in Free Verse More Like This
defly handling my thoughts.
You soften the regrets in my ribs
weaken the bones with love
pressed into my shoes.
You melt my marrow with murmurs
lazily spent in the mornings
rested on the sighs of your breath.
swallow my heartbeats
to keep them warm
and in tune with yours.
You unlock and rob my tongue of words
like a piano with too many keys
spilling its lullabies onto the floor
softly turning the locks of my mind
with the music in you
if I would only stop to listen.
God's MorticianIt wasn’t as if Thomas had known what to expect; it just that he hadn’t expected, well, this. He read the obituaries every Sunday out of a mixture of habit and morbid curiosity – or as he liked to call it; “professional interest”. At least that’s what he told his wife, anyway, when he noticed her brow furrowing, or her lips puckering into something dangerously close to resembling a pout over breakfast. She didn’t like dead people; his “clients”. She didn’t like hearing about embalming, or caskets, or hilarious anecdotes of “you’ll never believe the cosmetic work I had to do on this corpse today! The man’s accident left him without a face!” and the like. And she never visited him at work. “It’s one step above grave-digging if you ask me. It’s mortifying being married to a mortician!”God's Mortician in Short Stories More Like This
Thomas wasn’t much of a conversationalist. He didn’t much like people, and they didn
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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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"Shortest way to the park, yeah right!" Sonic said angrily. The girls stared at the swamp in front of them.
"If anything moves, run." Amarah said.
"Or climb." Amber said, motioning to the twisted cypresses dripping with Spanish moss. They walked along tree roots, trying to keep as dry as possible. Battling mosquitoes and moss tangling in their hair, they made their way across the swamp. A catfish jumped out of the water in front of them, causing them to scream. "Hey, look, dinner!" Amber tried to joke, but they were all a little on edge.
"What's that?" Eugenie asked, pointing to a glow in the distance.
"Swamp gas?" Carina asked. They made their way to an area of dry land, though it was still muddy from the swamp's humidity. They followed the glow and saw that it was a boat - up in a tree! A short, old woman wearing white robes was walking towards them.
"Hello, girls." she said.
"Mama Odie. We're lucky we found you. Villains are taking over Disneyland. If we don't stop them, they'll tak
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"I'm so bored!" Amarah said.
"Me, too." Dazzled replied.
"Beats being fried by Hades, though." Bookworm said.
"True." A few girls agreed. All of a sudden, the re was a puff of smoke as Hades appeared in the room once more.
"Hello, ladies, Didja miss Hades?" The girls rolled their eyes at his lame rhyme. Bookworm hung her head in a half-achieved facepalm. "Jeez, is this an audience or a mosaic? Anyways, we have this plan, a real estate venture, if you will, but you girls are in the way, so you get two choices. Join us or spend eternity in the River Styx."
"We'll never join you!" Eugenie yelled.
"Oh, well. I'm sure your family will miss you when you're gone." Hades replied. "Now, say your goodbyes, babes. You're taking a swim in the Styx. Pain! Panic!" Two creatures appeared before him.
"You called, your flamefullness?" the fat, pink one said while saluting.
"Yeah, dump these girls in the Styx, will ya?" he said.
"NO!" All eyes rested on Amber. Hades glared at her.
"Woah, woah, time out.
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GROUP #3: CARINA AND EUGENIE
NEW ORLEANS SQUARE
Despite the spine-chilling evidence the other groups caught, Carina and Eugenie were eager to check out the Haunted Mansion.
"How about we do Pirates first?" Carina asked. "That way we can do the best for last."
"What about the water?" Eugenie asked. Carina opened a janitor's closet and found some trash bags. She put her legs in the trash bags and taped up the top with duct tape.
"Ta-da!" Carina said. Eugenie smiled.
"Smart!" Eugenie did the same and the girls went into the ride. At first, it was hard to get over the many boats waiting to be boarded, but they were able to move them out of the way so they could get around.
"Watch your step." Carina said. The girls slowly walked through the foot-deep water, careful not to slip. They inched their way forward until they got to the first drop. "Should we go down there?"
"I don't know. We'll be walking in the water a lot." Eugenie said.
"Yeah, but we can climb onto the displays if we get
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GROUP #3: CARINA & EUGENIE
"I say we look in Critter Country first, since it's smaller." Carina said, looking at a brochure with a map of the park. They had to move through New Orleans Square to get to Critter Country. Eugenie stared at the Haunted Mansion as they passed by.
"I can't wait 'til we go in there." She said.
"Yeah, me, too." Carina answered. They were talking about their favorite parts of Haunted Mansion when they got to their first spot. "There's not much here, so we should do this fast." The girls searched for anything that might look suspicious. They took a look through the Winnie the Pooh ride, but found nothing out of the ordinary. They were walking out when they heard something in the bushes by the exit.
"What's that?" Eugenie asked. The girls slowly made their way towards the bushes. Out of the blue, a white cat ran out, causing the girls to scream.
"Oh, my god that scared me!" Carina laughed.
"I know!" Eugenie laughed with her.
"Want to go loo
Don't Look BackDon't look back.Don't Look Back in Settings More Like This
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.
PAD ch 10PAD ch 10 in General Fiction More Like This
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
PAD Ch 5PAD Ch 5 in General Fiction More Like This
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.
Why I Hate My LifeWhy I Hate My Life:Why I Hate My Life in Free Verse More Like This
Despite the fact that I'm a trained professional
I have to work odd-jobs making deliveries on a motorcycle
The only girl who I ever loved
was just using me as a replacement
The only girl that actually likes me
runs a bar and took over my house
I don't have the guts to kick her out
so I end up sleeping at an abandoned church
I've recently picked up a strange rash
it hurts and I have to wear sleeves to cover it
My only friends are a guy that never comes out from a forest
and a girl that's always looking to steal the meager possessions I have
Everything sucks really
because the one person who cared about me
is already dead...
He was my army buddy, always cool, always the best
I visit his grave sometimes, in the middle of long deliveries
The worst part about everything though
is the fact that the one guy who made my life hell
The one guy who took everything important away from me
just came back to town a few minutes ago...
And you know what he said the moment
They Told UsThey Told Us:They Told Us in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,
Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.
But what they don't see are the words.
Words used ta give a picture context.
Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.
Who could understand an image, withou' a title?
If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?
I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:I Know You Hate Me Now But... in Free Verse More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
Breaking PointBreaking Point:Breaking Point in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who was I to question you to start?
My reflection now we split apart.
Hate the way your looking at my pain;
I hid my tears in the falling rain.
Forget the way I thought I used to be
I see the man now he isn't me.
He's like a ghost with a shaken past
I don't know how he's gonna last.
Sometimes I feel like I'm giving in
I hit the bottle full of naked sin.
I try to lose the hell I'm living in
But now I'm stuck with my only friend.
I spent nights on the window pane
Look at families playin' family games
Wonder why I'm stickin' outside;
I'm just a monster on the inside...
What happened to the dream I used to feel?
It's like I pushed away the better deal.
I feel the calls of my bitter vice
Spend my nights with a blunt knife...
I used to carve on my dirty skin
I used to feel like I was cleaner then.
Because the only time I feel alive
Is when I let my body take a dive...
The only addicition I could control...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th May 2012
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
Such Beautiful PeopleSuch Beautiful People:Such Beautiful People in Free Verse More Like This
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
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
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,How to Insult Poetically in Free Verse More Like This
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
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.
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?
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
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.
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...!
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
Walking DeadI’d been staring right at the horizon where the nuke went off. My suit’s visor went black, instantly protecting my sight but I knew – even before the shock wave hit – I was dead.Walking Dead in Short Stories More Like This
Diagnostics screeched and blared at me, as if I didn't know. The cooling system kicked into overdrive but sweat still sprang from every pore; I was instantly running a fever of 107. Radiation sleeted through the armor, literally cooking me. I panted and gasped, waited for the chillers to bring things back to a semblance of normal if they could.
A few minutes later internal temps were stabilized, but I was still dead. Nobody took that much gamma radiation and just walked away.
Unless they wore Mk.VII Ravager combat armor. Excellent radiation shielding in these things; the EMP barely touched the electronics. A few cores down but main RAM was still good and all systems nominal. Ignoring the damage done to the fragile human pilot, that is.
My visor came back online, and despite it being pas
Press Conference“Okay, everyone please? We have a lot of ground to cover today. Let’s get started…”Press Conference in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The CNN reporter in the first row raised her hand, asked a question without waiting to be recognized. “Will the President be speaking today?”
“No, Anna,” the White House Press Secretary answered absently, shuffling through note cards. “He is currently in the West Wing, spending his remaining time with loved ones.”
This quiet announcement caused a stir in the press corps. An awkward silence punctuated by frantic typing on keyboards and rustling notepads. After a moment, hands shot up in the air with shouts to be recognized.
CNN: “What do you mean, ‘remaining time’?”
AP: “Is the President all right?”
FOX: “Does Michelle Obama know about the President’s secret West Wing lover?”
“Please! Let’s have order!” The WHPS adjusted his glasses to peer at the crowd. “We don
GoodbyeHe started roaming farther and farther afield, failed to come when called.Goodbye in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Stopped chasing rabbits, wasn't really interested in playing fetch or chase. When he did return home, sometimes after days of being absent, Randall just lay lethargically at my feet. I got the impression he was forgetting who I was.
Then one day he trotted off into the morning sunlight, and didn't return at all.
My dad tried to console me. "Sometimes, old robots do that."
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."How It Began in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
When Jake Met DarlaJake met Darla when the pinball machine ate his quarter.When Jake Met Darla in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He stood there, staring at the game. Not angry -- not exactly -- simply perplexed. The deal was: one quarter, one game. Something was wrong with the universe that such a simple pact be broken.
"Here, stand back."
Darla shoved past him, a whiff of jasmine and lavender. Too startled to do anything else Jake did as he was told, watched the slight girl stand back from the machine, haul one booted foot back, and deliver a solid kick to the machine's black coin box.
Ching ching ching ding!
"One credit, there ya go," she smiled at Jake.
He shook his head. "You... just kicked it," he said helplessly.
"Oh, it's alright. I work here." She flashed him a brilliant smile before hustling back behind the bowling alley's counter to ring up a customer.
Jake watched her walk away, a grin blossoming. What an interesting girl!
He played pinball the rest of the night, racking up free games and paying for new ones when he didn't. Secretly, the
Dying WishThe little boy came to her as she died. She lay flat in a hospital bed, was surrounded by hospital machinery, hissing and beeping the way hospital machines do. The boy was nude, and glowed faintly, as if he were a poorly matted special effect.Dying Wish in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Are you an angel?" she gasped out. It was hard to breathe, even harder to talk, and she was certain it came out slurred. But he smiled just the same, shook his head.
"No. What's an angel?"
Despite herself, she chuckled an awful sound. He moved in close, took her hand, waited for her wracking cough to subside. His hand was small and warm in hers; she gripped it as hard as she could, which was not hard at all, grateful for the warmth of contact.
"But I'm dying. You're here to take me, aren't you?"
"No. I'm just here." He cocked his head quizzically. "What's it like to die?"
Oh brother. She clos