LossLoss in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Looking into your mourning eyes
Just makes me want to bleed
Death can't tear us apart tonight
When you are here with me
Your breath is slow, but I won't leave
Your scream burns through my veins
The noose is short; I can't believe
This peace will not remain
I can't see past the pain you've shed
Time will not heal your wounds
Just let me hold your shaking head
"My love, I'm here for you"
I stand alone under the sky
I've sobbed until my heart is dry
The night came faster than I thought
I writhe upon your grave
The price you owed was dearly bought
Only I, my love, remain
Evil DefeatedEvil Defeated in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You beautiful, vicious, unthinkable demon
The entity that never consents to behave
Go tell all your friends that my heart is much stronger
Go tell them I'm digging you into your grave
You beautiful, terrible, whispering demon
The nightmarish flashback that silenced my scream
Go back into hell where your master is waiting
Go tell him I'm laughing at him and his dreams
You beautiful, unimaginable demon
You weak, stupid creature that no one perceives
My fingers can feel your ferocity weaken
I'll prove to the world that a demon can bleed
A Tale That Murdered TimeA Tale That Murdered Time in Free Verse More Like This
"I will always love you "
It gushes from your mouth
Centuries of cheesy, fake romance
Reeking on your breath
"A tale as old as time"
And don't I know it
"I will always love you..."
I mean, seriously, darling
Can't you try any harder?
Or have you, too, succumbed
To the poison of today's world?
To the lie that has everyone else frozen?
You say you can see my heart
Well, I see yours, too
You press me closer to you
And the same words ooze down my back
"I love you I love you "
My eyes spill out hateful tears
And my throat burns with bile
The hand I hold over your heart
your shallow, worthless, little heart
It's Darker NowIt can't get any darker tonightIt's Darker Now in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've already torn apart the switch
That burned what was left of my brain
To an empty shell
Of lost thought
How can I continue to be the person
That you've always said I am
Curse your hypocrisy; it's bleeding me
Into a living hell
Of threadbare dreams
Stop walking towards me
Stop stalking those before me
See? I am a pillar of strength
My heart is not of dust
My bones will never rust
If I must, this soul will lie
I will never, ever die
I will never ..ever ..
I Had No BreathI had no breath, so I asked the windI Had No Breath in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For a word or two, but I can't begin
To describe how much it hurt
To ask him this is the very worst of deeds
Oh, mighty Breather
Have you no life for me?
I had no heart, so I asked the moon
What gives her life in the month of June
But her smile painted darts
"My dearest child, a heart would only bleed."
But sacred Mother
The pain is life to me
death comes and goesdeath comes and goes in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and you, my darling, weren't
ready to die. nor
take up his scythe with those
i saw your eyes scream
heard them click open like
a locksmith's heart. you
did your best with tears. but
the gem betwixt your
do you feel it now, i wonder?
does it slip, unobtrusively, like a
sliver 'neath the skin? or
like a fingernail on glass
drawing bloody pictures for
who has no training
like a drunken reveler
he can't hold his
when he closes
shut the case
and locks the fairy in
PurePure in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her lips are black and wet with blood
Her heart is ever beating love
The tide is Fate; her course is rough
She counts her days with years
She is the rain, but never sky
Some drops are merely meant to die
But with all this, she never cries
Who said angels had tears?
Too sweet to utter in a thought
She sets our brutal force at naught
Her hands are ice; her body hot
But still she soothes our fears
She is the child who hides away
Her gentle eyes are soft in pain
I see her weaken day by day
Yet still she sings, "I'm here."
DarklingYou taste of demon tongue, mon cherDarkling in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With iridescent points
That seek to seize and flatten out
These stiff and heavy joints
You laugh like lightning as it’s born
Your lips are heartless red
I twist and tease, but pretty please
Come sleep inside my bed
You fall apart like earth, dark thing
When crying, I implore
Your hands to cease their miseries
And give me pain no more
“It’s not a game,” you laugh, but I
Am dying to condemn
Your heart to hell, for hellish minds
Don’t seek for heaven, then!
The PromiseThe Promise in Free Verse More Like This
I am so tired
Of living my life
First to blame
Last to feel
Not the same
And no one ever, ever
Said my name
The way she did
When she was angry
I was older, but so afraid
That she would hurt me
Not abuse of the body
Abuse of the soul
The kind that made you
Scream at night
Dream at night
So many pathetic dreams at night
But I don't want to dream anymore
I am so tired
Of living my life
First to cry
Lost in hurt
Wants to die
And no one ever, ever
She walked alone at night
There was a swing, out on
The very brim of thought
I could swing my pain
Right out of sync
And I didn't need anyone
I didn't need anyone at all
To laugh at me
Shout at me
To scorn and mock and curse at me
But they will not be blameless anymore
I am so tired
Of living this life
With "maybe" and "sometimes"
And "don't ask me why"
And pain that discovers
All children at night
When mistakes that they've made
Are still burning inside
I am so tired
Of feeling this pain
dANGERdANGER in Free Verse More Like This
I will cut it and bleed it out of myself
Cut my heart and keep it out of myself
Veins are horrible
A sick reminder of certain things
That are best kept in the dark
On a shelf
In the dust
When you first screamed at little me
When you smashed into my confidence
You blinded yourself
You did not see the memories you
Made inside brittle eyes
I caught my tears in a bowl
And kept them high up
On a shelf
In the dark
I will find them and drink them up again
Find their sweetness, and make it mine again
I’ve grown fond of dreaming
The nightmares make all else
Pale in comparison
When I’m in my bed
In the dark
Breathing the dust
And counting the seconds
Oh, but there is Danger here
May you take great care
May you not waste your
On another child
Under A BlanketThis is what I seeUnder A Blanket in Free Verse More Like This
I see you
All of you
Smiling at me
You see me
Whispering that "I love you"
This is what anyone else would see
A big blanket
Sheltering and keeping together
Sexual SpellsShe stood thereSexual Spells in Free Verse More Like This
A sly sexy grin formed on her succulent lips
As she began to unbutton her blouse
She sensually moved her body to her own beat
Her silky hair flowing over her now bare shoulders
She gave me that look
The look of desire for intimate pleasures
Called me over once
As she would not need to call a second time
Her gaze setting upon me a sexual spell
Bringing me close enough
To feel her heart beat loudly
And her warm breath on my bare skin
Nightly ConversationsSometimes I write so much,Nightly Conversations in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Or want to,
And it all sits in my head,
Poking me with s-t-i-c-k-s
Begging to be let out,
Through fingers and lips that,
Hold them so tightly in,
As the body asks to rest,
After a long day of being awake.
I get into these spurts,
Whether that word is real or not I do not know.
My fingers hold so many words and letters,
Begging to burst out,
Like lightening bolts during a storm.
They wish to spew,
Like the water out of a hose,
And cover the lawn with sentences and paragraphs.
Some nights my brain exchanges conversations,
With my left hand,
Who later forwards all the information to the right hand,
Leaving an ongoing debate of whether to wake up my legs,
And have them move me towards something that will help me write it all down.
My legs snore too loud,
And give no indication of desire to really put down,
The striking conversation between my body parts.
But on some nights,
The blood pumps through my body,
Music BoxThe ballerina spins on one foot;Music Box in Free Verse More Like This
The music floats through the room;
A hand traces another sending shivers and tingles down my body
The hairs on my arm become;
A kiss sends my body flying filled with;
And a love shared by two is in what we;
Little Brown NotebookAnd it is just aLittle Brown Notebook in Free Verse More Like This
Little brown leather
Waiting to be
Destroyed and changed and
Effected by the way
Your pen crosses the
Page after page
Marking and inflicting
Ink markings in the color of
You Lost MeYou promisedYou Lost Me in Free Verse More Like This
And I defended you
Believed in you all the way
But you lost me
As you forgot about me
And decided to float in space
We used to be something
The two of us
Laughing at such things
Never thinking that something
Would part us
But its your lost
You lost me
I do not feel as I lost you
And you will miss me
I, I will be living my life freely
You, you remain trapped in yourself
You lost me
I'll Never ForgetI'll never forget the moments we've sharedI'll Never Forget in Free Verse More Like This
Or the way you looked the day I met you
I will never forget the way you smile
Or the way I love you
I'll never forget the whole days we spent together
Or when we skipped class to walk in a forest
I'll never forget first holding your hand
Or when you kissed me
I'll never forget you
As it is impossible to do so
And I wouldn't want to even if given the chance
To be the impossible
Spacing in SpaceYou know that momentSpacing in Space in Free Verse More Like This
When you just space out
And your vision blurs
Your ears block out everything
And you just can't grasp anything around you?
Then it's like you snap back to reality
You know there was something happening around you
But you just can't seem to remember
You must have been so unfocused
That no matter how hard you try
You can't remember a single thing
You will keep trying to remember
Maybe you missed something important
But then again
You only spaced out for maybe
Five, ten seconds?
A Warm HomeI do not thinkA Warm Home in Free Verse More Like This
That early I captured
The truth in how much I crave you
And the truth
In how warm and comforting you are
To be honest
Every time our skin touches
It is as if my body lights on fire
It's every time that you are near
I feel this warmth
As if it just glows
And radiates from your body
It is so hard
To capture in words
How much of a warm home
You are to me
You are safe
You are warm
You are loving
You are home
The Other Side Of ThingsSeeing itThe Other Side Of Things in Free Verse More Like This
From the other side
Was so different and even
A bit hard
Seeing how ignorance hurts
And bums cigarettes from others
The look of concern on her face
Not being able to do anything
Since it's not my business anymore
As much as it used to be
WRONG!Sherlock walked briskly through the London night. He realized that his great coat was open and the chilly air was blowing in. He pulled up his collar, buttoned up and searched his deep pockets for his warm gloves. He'd forgot his scarf. Ahh, typical, he didn't like the cold on his neck.WRONG! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What an idiot he was, walking in circles around the perimeters of the flat, leaving John because of his over inflated ego. John was right. He wasn't always right, but he was right this time. Sherlock hated to be wrong. Well, hate was the wrong word, despised made a better attempt.
Okay, he owed John an apology. He'd been a git. Famously. Sherlock sighed, dreading his commitment to that particular dialog. Maybe he could provide an apologetic gift; one that would not require a verbal accompaniment? What do you give a man of very stodgy tastes? He cleaned up well enough when it suited him, but most of the time his idea of style was at least 12 degrees below Sherlock's standards. Being a military man and a
Beware the MouseThe explosion hadn't happened in the Morgue, but it was close enough. Some of the supporting walls were damaged and there was fallen rubble everywhere. Sherlock lay unconscious with Molly on top of him. She'd pushed him away from the collapsing wall that had nearly fallen in on them both.Beware the Mouse in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Molly came to and peered in the dust filled air. Lifting herself off Sherlock she began to examine him. He didn't have any outward signs of severe injury. There was bruising on the left side of his face.
"Sherlock?' She touched him gently. "Sherlock, can you hear me?" He gave no response to verbal or physical stimulation.
They were inside the morgue itself. She would have to drag him out into the hall and away from whatever had happened. This was no accident the Spider had told Sherlock that he would kill him where ever and whenever he could. Moriarty was after Sherlock she had to get him away from the threat of further injury and the certainty of Moriarty.
Molly searched Sherlock's great coat, there
Man on FireSherlock arrived at the scene of the house fire just in time to see John enter the erupting inferno.Man on Fire in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"John, NO!" he'd screamed unheard above the cacophony of emergency vehicles and the roar of the fatal fire. "There's no one in there!"
Sherlock charged towards the flames, only to be held back by the arriving fire fighters.
"You can't go in there, Sir" the fire fighter advised him, "it's gone beyond "
Sherlock didn't let him finish, pushing through, he ran head-long into the fire to search for John.
Inside, roiling black smoke and incredible heat kept Sherlock on the floor, crawling on his belly.
"JOHN!" Sherlock shouted repeatedly. "John, come toward the sound of my voice."
Sherlock couldn't see, so he closed his eyes and sharpened his hearing. His brain sorted through the incoming data and deleted anything not pertinent to his search.
He heard the tiny rasp of voice against the wall of sound that engulfed him. He moved toward it as fast as the fire would let him.
Wounded in ActionCaptain John WatsonWounded in Action in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Captain Watson was out visiting a school for girls in Afghanistan; one of several that where opening in small pools of relative peacefulness. His interpreter, a local whom everyone called Bob, was invaluable and constantly at his side as he talked to the new teacher and her charges. The young girls were shy and withdrawn, but when he brought forth back packs with school supplies they become much more excited and bright eyed.
"Please tell her that this is everything she requested from our last visit and does she have another list for me now?" Bob was genuinely gladdened by the British Captains generosity to the young girls who would normally have no education offered to them at all. Change was good. He conveyed the message and the young teacher brought forth another list.
Everyone was smiles and laughter; everyone crowded around Watson as he opened bags full of pencils, paper, erases and crayons, minor items that meant the world to these tiny souls
The dreams in which I'm dyingOne shotThe dreams in which I'm dying in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Are the best I've ever had
(from Mad World by Gary Jules)
That first evening with Sherlock after 'The Study in Pink' case; John walked around the darkened rooms, peeking into Sherlock's open bedroom door. It took a while for the consulting detective to motor down after the death of the serial killer cabbie. Now he was sleeping, peacefully; a jumble of long limbs thrown carelessly upon the bed. It was good to see Sherlock finally at peace. He slept in the all-together, John smiled at that.
[What a quirky young man,] John thought, [brilliant, but eccentric as they come. Would life always be like this living in the wake of a genius like Sherlock Holmes?]
John had killed the cabbie that night, but to protect Sherlock, he would have gladly killed him every night for the rest of his life. Sherlock was alive, so vibrant, a magnet of personality. His genius had a price though; he needed training in the art of human relationships, in his 'timing'. Oh and there wa
AloneJohn had the flat to himself. Sherlock had been called to the station and left his injured John at home. He'd sprained his ankle from a slip and fall. It wasn't a bad sprain. He was using his old cane, but it did make getting around a bit painful. Sherlock was being a complete mother hen. So it was nice to be alone, quiet and unfettered by Sherlock's constant attentions. With Sherlock it was feast or famine. That's the way it was with the worlds only consulting detective, John had to get his quiet when he could.Alone in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He'd finished his latest blog entry. Rubbing his tried eyes, thinking about what needed his attention next.
"Well, I don't think there is anything really urgent right now." John said sleepily. He was sitting on the couch, so he just set his notebook on the coffee table and lay down on the couch. Elevating his dodgy leg he decided a nap was a good use of his time.
He slept, longer than he had thought. For when he woke the sun had set outside. He sat up and reached to turn a lamp
I'm Not Okay (How Sherlock faked it)Molly and SherlockI'm Not Okay (How Sherlock faked it) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Molly had never seen Sherlock like this. He looked fragile.
"If I wasn't everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am? Would you still what to help me?" Sherlock said his face no longer a mask, but a transparency filled with self doubt, hurt and fear.
"What do you need?" Molly had asked with certainty.
"You." Sherlock had answered. Never in his life had he ever needed to ask for help.
She had been the first to notice that Sherlock was sad when John wasn't looking. She knew what that meant. She knew that something was very wrong, something fatally wrong and when Sherlock had turned to her for help; she'd become what she had always been, someone Sherlock could count on and trust with his life.
Now as they wheeled Sherlock into the morgue, she helped her aides lift him onto her table. She checked his vitals and moved to a nearby tray. There a syringe waits filled with antidote for the drug that Sherlock had swallowed after the fall. Molly
Mrs. Sherlock HolmesWell hello, Mrs. Holmes," John said looking at the brand new Mrs. Sherlock Holmes as she walked into the flat. "And how are you this morning, Molly?"Mrs. Sherlock Holmes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm so happy," she smiled beatifically and took a seat across from John. Both are dressed in their gowns and slippers.
"I hope your first night together was well received? Not meaning to pry, Molly. I did give Sherlock a crash course in sex, sensuality and female anatomy."
"I have to say that Sherlock is a fast learner, John. I would never have guessed that it was his first time. No premature ejaculation, not one." She smiled broader and she looked so delightfully lovely.
"I'm so glad," he said. John is visible relieved.
"I've made breakfast downstairs, John. We want you to come and join us. Sherlock says breakfast is always better with you around.
"I think he mainly says that because he tries to wheedle me into doing the dishes," John says humorously.
"Please, John, we are all family and always will be." Molly could coax an oyster
I WILL Shoot You!John Watson held his gun at the ready.I WILL Shoot You! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Put him down, NOW!" John shouted in his command voice.
"I WILL shoot you," John shot a round a mere centimeters from the gunman's body, putting a hole in the man's jacket pocket.
The gunman instantly dropped Sherlock on the ground.
"Idiot!" John came forward grabbing Sherlock by his great coat and pulled him close.
"Down on your belly, hands behind your back." John took a plastic tie out of his pocket and zip tied the gunman's hands. Then, just for good measure, he clocked the gunman hard, very hard.
Turning back to Sherlock, going down on his knees, he cradles Sherlock's head in his hands, examining his head wound, searching his eyes for concussion and checking his vitals. John holds Sherlock in one arm, pulling his mobile out and speed-dials Lestrade; shite no reception here.
The prospect of trying to carry or even dragging a long limbed, over sized Sherlock toward the main road so that he could catch a cab or find a signal was daunting. What t
Talking SexOne shotTalking Sex in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John was reading the paper when Sherlock walked by wearing a towel and carrying a biscuit in one hand and a book in the other.
"Sherlock, would you mind if I asked you a really personal question?"
"Humm what John?"
"You have told me that relationships are not your area. That everything else is transport. Does that mean you've never dabbled in relationships at all? Does that mean you are asexual?" John was being very sincere.
"I now have numerous 'relationships', John, you being a prime example. I know you were asking about physical relationships. I'm really not enamored of the chemical fallout that physical sex engenders; there that was easy wasn't it?"
"Wait, wait that was too easy," John was totally skeptically.
"So you want the long version, John? Okay." Sherlock sat in his chair facing John; placing his book and biscuit on the nearby table.
"I first experienced unconditional love and steadfast loyalty through you John. You constantly educate me
Fruits Basket Seven Minutes in Heaven RitsuFruits Basket Seven Minutes in Heaven Ritsu in Romance More Like This
“Despite all the horrible things that could have happened during this game, everything seems alright so far. That being said, there's no reason to stop until something horrible does happen.” With a big dorky grin plastered to his face, Shigure grabbed the pot of items by the handle and held it out for you. “Here you are.”
“For me? Why thank you Shigure, you really shouldn't have.” With a quick wink, you placed your hand inside the almost empty pot. You pulled out a thick, dark bluish purple ribbon. Obviously confused about who the owner might be, you just held it up in front of your eyes and thought. When you looked away from the ribbon, you noticed that Ritsu, who was surprisingly dressed in men's apparel, was standing in front of you, blushing terrible and wringing his hands. “Hey Ritsu, is this yours?”
He nodded. “I-it is, but if you don't want to play with me I understand. I'm Sorry I put such a large item i
Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven PriamFire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven Priam in Romance More Like This
“We are getting really swamped with people here. I had no idea so many of you would be interested in playing. So, to speed things up, I'm going to go back to just throwing out items.” Not giving any thought to the item he picked, Edward tossed something towards you. You had to reach above your head to keep it from sailing past you. “Sorry about that, bad aim.”
“Well you're just lucky I caught it. This is glass.” Holding the small glass bottle up to the light of the sun, you tried to identify the reddish brown liquid within. It was full of something white and chunky. There also seemed to be leaves and what looked like dried meat in it. “On second thought, maybe I shouldn't have caught this.”
“Don't say that. It may look, smell and taste awful, but it has major benefits.” With a soft smile on his scruffy face, Priam walked up to you and took the glass bottle. He swirled the liquid around inside, then started
Outnumbered Marth X Reader Part 2Outnumbered Marth X Reader Part 2 in Romance More Like This
Not yet ready to take on the large mass of people in the royal dining room, you stealthily poked your head in the doorway and gawked at what you saw. In your amazement, you didn't realize you'd begun voicing your thoughts aloud. “Is it normal for so many people to show up for a simple dinner party? I don't think I've ever seen so many important people all stuffed together in one place before.”
Marth appeared behind you and placed his hand on your shoulder, startling you slightly as he did so. “No, you're quite right. This is a bit more over the top than usual.” He stepped out from behind you and readied to greet his guests. “Today is however, a very special day as you'll soon find out.” After smiling an almost mischievous smile at you, he walked into dining room and quickly began to socialize with the group.
Your entire body became stiff and unwilling to move at his words. Though you were desperate to know what he was
Outnumbered Marth X Reader Part 3Outnumbered Marth X Reader Part 3 in Romance More Like This
The past months had been hard and stressful. There were many, many days where you wanted nothing more than to turn in your title and lay in bed until your body became one with the cushions. Of course this was an impossibility, and you knew it. When you took your oath to protect the kingdom, you'd taken it seriously. For that reason and that reason alone, you forced yourself out of bed and placed your tired feet on the cold hardwood floor. You splashed your face with cool water and quickly pulled your hair back, holding it tightly in place with a small strap of leather. Your uniform now dawned, you stepped out of your room and prepared to make your rounds.
Standing just outside your room was Marth, a gentle smile on his fresh, but still sleepy face. “Good morning, you're well rested I hope.”
“Yes, as well rested as can be expected My Lord. I do so wish I could strangle that rooster at times though.” You yawned, still trying to fully aw
Fruits Basket Seven Minutes in Heaven AkitoFruits Basket Seven Minutes in Heaven Akito in Romance More Like This
“Why do all of you look like you're ready to kill me? Sheesh, you're a tough crowd.” Shigure rubbed the back of his head and reached for the large pot of items. “All of you need to calm down. This is only a game after all. He walked over to you and placed the pot on your lap. “Here, you look the least homicidal.”
“I'm actually not at all homicidal, I don't even know what you're talking about. Everyone seems pretty relaxed and happy to me.” After quickly feeling around the pot, you picked your item. It was a thick, heavily stylized piece of paper, with the name Akito, written right in the center. “Well this made things easy enough.”
“That's the only thing that's going to be easy.” Shigure seemed a little worried by your item. “If you wanted to pick something else out, I'd let you. Just do it quickly okay?” He tried shoving your item back into the pot, but was stopped by Akito grasping his wrist.
Outnumbered Marth X Reader Part 1Outnumbered Marth X Reader Part 1 in Romance More Like This
“Do you really have to do this? I could have done whatever it is for you. I think it would be a lot safer.” Sticking close to Marth, you scurried through a rather bad section of town hoping the two of you wouldn't be noticed. “And honestly, that hood you're wearing isn't much of a disguise.”
“I know you would have done this for me. It's more than enough that you followed me out here.” Walking into a crowded part of town, Marth pulled his hood closer to his face.
“That's my job though my Lord. I'm paid to protect you. Not that I wouldn't protect you anyway.” Marth was moving so quickly, you were having a hard time keeping up. “Sire, I don't mean to speak out of turn, but were are we going? You seem rather eager.”
“I had hoped to keep this secret, but since you're here, you might as well know what we're up against.” Slowly, Marth ducked through an alleyway, stopping at the end. “The port has been complete
Fairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven StingFairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven Sting in Romance More Like This
“So apparently we have a lot of people from other guilds here. I didn't notice this before.” With a paw pressed thoughtfully to his chin, Happy scanned the room. “I might need more number cards. But for now, number seven come get your item.”
“I'm surprised happy, you have all that time between turns to notice things like that. Where do you disappear to anyway?” Happy shook his finger and made a zipping motion over his mouth. “Fine, don't tell me then. I'll just have to watch you when my turn is over.” You'd already picked your item, a small, crystal shaped earring. Recognizing it immediately, you walked over to Sting and held it out for him. “Here, I believe this belongs to you.”
“Yeah, sure does. Guess that means I follow you then huh?” You nodded as Sting stood to his feet and replaced his earring. “Sounds good to me.” Smiling wide, Sting exposed his abnormally pointy teeth.
Roses are Red Grell X Reader OneshotRoses are Red Grell X Reader Oneshot in Romance More Like This
“No, no, no. Those are no good at all. Look, at this little bit here it's brown and bent. I want only the best for my Bassy.” Stomping his feet in frustration, Grell let out a high pitched, closed mouthed scream. He turned away from you, his long red hair whipping around him as he did so. “Honestly, I thought females were supposed to understand this kind of thing.”
It had been like this for well over an hour now, and you were getting more and more frustrated with every passing minute. “Fine then, if I'm not helping, then why don't I just go home?” You were more than annoyed with his childish behavior. Unable to stand him anymore, you threw the roses you held in your hand onto the ground and began angrily walking away from Grell.
“W-wait, no, you can't leave me!” Grell rushed after you, falling at your knees and wrapping his arms around your legs. “If you leave, I might as well just end my miserable, pathetic life now. There's n
Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven MarthFire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven Marth in Romance More Like This
“I liked throwing things at people last time, so I'm going to just do that. It should make things a little faster. And as many people as we have showing up out of nowhere, we need to speed up whatever we can.” Reaching his arm as far down into the barrel as he could, he quickly pulled out a small blue item. “Whoa, the royal insignia. I bet I know who this belongs to.” Edward looked around the room and tossed the item into your lap. “You go ahead, I'm going to start digging for the next item.”
You looked down at the emblem you held in your hands, easily recognizing it as Marth's. “Um, Marth, I'm pretty sure this belongs to you.”
“It does.” He walks already standing next to you with his hand out, waiting to help you up. “I had hoped using an obvious item would help lower the amount of confusion, thus speeding each turn up.” As he helped you to your feet, he gave you a slight smile. “It seem
Code Geass Seven Minutes in Heaven LelouchCode Geass Seven Minutes in Heaven Lelouch in Romance More Like This
“It looks like I was selected to host this little game.” Seemingly uninterested in the whole idea, Lelouch stood to his feet and grabbed the book bag filled with the items of other players. “Here, you can go first.” He shoved the book bag into your lap and waited.
“I don't know if I really want to be the guinea pig for this game. What if something goes horribly wrong?” Wrestling with yourself, you finally unzipped the bag and put your hand inside. Your fingers brushed against something smooth, cold and strangely familiar. “Is this?” Lifting it from the bag confirmed your suspicions. “It is a chess piece. The king if I remember correctly.”
“Yes, it is. And ironically, it's also my item.” Though Lelouch smiled, you couldn't tell if it was to be sarcastic, or if he was honestly glad you had picked out his item. You suspected it wasn't the latter. “Well, I guess we'd better start then. Suzaku, time us wou
Fartherly Monsieur Lioncourt 2(......Present Day.......)Fartherly Monsieur Lioncourt 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So that was what happened, Lestat got his job easily by charming the interviewer with his good looks and his pretty words. He got money now and bought all the things Tristan needed for school, but Tristan didn't like school, he missed his Louis and Lestat dearly, and he didn't get on well with the other children.
Louis didn't have to work, since now Lestat got enough money, but Louis still took up a job at the theatre, oh how much Lestat envied him when he found out. Louis was no actor, he worked backstage with props and helped writing scripts. Lestat felt jealous seeing him there with all those pretty actors, both men and women who flirted with him, but Lestat would always be there to claim his love back anything he thought he may get taken.
One day, Tristan waited at the gates of the school building waiting for Lestat or Louis to come pick him up. He waited in the school playground now walking around the grounds kicking at the grass a little. He now wore a
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Lestat knew this was bound to happen sooner or later, but to be honest he expected it to happen sooner rather than later, it had been over 6 months since he was crowned king and only now did the vampires start turning up, he expected them to start visiting during the first month. It was on the day of Tristan's prom.
Tristan was getting ready, Louis Christan and Lestat and two servants helping him with his outfit, he was going in traditional black tux, but with some interesting features, a broach of the new coat of arms for the royal family, which was now a red diamond with a green snake wrapped around a lit candle and a necklace and ring of the Deathly Hallows sign, Tristan was lately getting extremely obsessed with Harry Potter, he wanted to dress up as Rodolphus but promised Luke he wouldn't dress in any Harry Potter outfit until Luke was on the last book and had learnt the names and appearances of all the characters. Christan wanted to go but was easily convinced not to go when
LestatxLouis Royal Family Pt 5Pt 5LestatxLouis Royal Family Pt 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And so the news spread all over the world, and the amount of tourists grew very far, giving the government and the royal family a huge increase of money and attraction. Many vampires also came to visit them, to see with their own eyes, that two vampires had taken the thrown.
Of course, many had realised that this king looked exactly like the old rocks star and legend The Vampire Lestat, and Lestat used the excuse that he was his son that was kept secret, he said his father wanted his son to rise and be the new Lestat, and so he had, and was the new vampire Lestat, who wanted to follow his father, and come out only at night, and be a vampire just as his father was, and so, the lie was believed.
Lestat was happy, more than happy in his new position, and was glad to see, his family felt the same.
On one evening, Lestat found himself, on one of the most comfy sofas ever. He lay there staring at the ceiling, which was covered in beautiful patterns of clouds and cherubs, and the bright
Dead Doll Pt 8Dead Doll Pt 8Dead Doll Pt 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next year, then Angel Queen was still stuck in Hell with her loyal angels while Hades ruled Heaven and the rest of the Earth making it as miserable as he could, but rewarded the bad for their deeds, but above all, both of them watched over their son, one trying what she could to be slightly happy so she could give her son some hope, and the other making sure he was in pain for as long as he could.
Avalon was slave under the vampire Armand; he was violently abused, raped, beaten, and under complete control over him. Hades had been a husband to the Angel Queen and did sent that spirit to the king and queen of Egypt Akasha and Enkil, he knew there was a purpose to doing that, and now he knew why, to use his creation of vampires thousands of years later to torture his son.
Avalon suffered deeply, those chains on the main bed were used well in Armand's view. He was allowed to go anywhere else in the house, he was allowed outside as well, which he was grateful for, but
LestatxLouis Halloween 2011Lestat x Louis Halloween 2011LestatxLouis Halloween 2011 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Louis this time got his own costume, he wouldn't let Lestat ever again buy him one since each one was most humiliating. One thing he was sure of, was if he allowed Lestat to buy him one this year, he wouldn't go for sluttyness since Tristan and Christan would be around, that was one sigh of relief, but he wasn't going to let Lestat make him wear another childish costume which Lestat believed to be cute. Louis had chosen his outfit well and liked it very much indeed, even though it was very unlike Louis to dress up as this character, as it was so unlike him very much, it was easy to find a costume for it and it was a costume he could wear anywhere and no one would give him a second glace. He went as James Bond, and wore a black tuxedo and carried a plastic gun in his belt.
Lestat went we a Goth, he went very extreme and practised before Halloween what would happen if he got a tattoo, it turns out, he couldn't get a tattoo at all because his skin wouldn't ab
LestatxLouis Royal Family Pt 3Pt 3LestatxLouis Royal Family Pt 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lestat and Louis had told Christan and Tristan about what Mr and Mrs Wicket wanted from them, Lestat instantly regretted telling them. For two days since the visit from the royal family, Tristan and Christan had insisted that their parents take the job, they wanted to be princes, they wanted to be known, they wanted all the toys and candy in the world, they wanted to go to many places all over the globe, they wanted so much, and wouldn't stop pestering, it made it difficult to do anything without having those children interrupt, and Lestat was missing his love moments with his lover, so much he would hardly bare it and had to snatch Louis away at any moment he could.
But even with all the negative points the thought of being royalty still would not leave Lestat or Louis's head at all, just the thought of getting what they wanted, ruling a country, bring peace or not, deciding things, just made his head o spinning, the thought had come more than once to go to the palace in London a
Lestat x Louis ChristmasLestat x Louis ChristmasLestat x Louis Christmas in Short Stories More Like This
Lestat chuckled to himself as he finished wrapping Tristan and Louis's presents. He hid them in the dark basement; he knew Tristan wouldn't find them, because Tristan never dared go into the dark basement. It was cold down there, and sometimes a little moist depending on the weather outside, but the presents were not going to get wet because Lestat had placed them in a steal box.
The day before Christmas Eve, Tristan had been counting down the days from the start of December, since he found out, this time; he was actually going to get presents on Christmas day from Santa.
That day, Louis and Tristan had finished putting up the decorations around the house. Being that it was Tristan's first Christmas Lestat and Louis made it very special. The tree was enormous, almost touching the ceiling, covered from top to bottom with baubles of the three colours blue, green, and pink. The odd occasional baubles were detailed glittery patterns of reindeers, li
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Lestat carried Louis all the way home helping him feed over 5 adults they found on the way home. Back there, Tristan was still in deep sleep holding onto the remains of a broken doll. Lestat took the doll from him as he slept not wanting him to cut himself an put it on the side, he would fix them all later, and redo Tristan's whole room. Louis feeling more strength in him now went over and touched Tristan's head rubbing it softly. He sighed sadly.
Lestat hugged him from behind gently "Are you alright?" he asked him
Louis nodded slowly "Better, but, I can't help but feel guilty, I put our son in danger, he could have died" He said quietly
Lestat shook his head looking down on him from above "So could have you, none of this is your fault, this was mine" he said and touched Louis's head "I got you taken and hurt, if I never crossed the devil that time, and you didn't want me to go, but I did, leaving you all alone, it's my fault"
Louis sighed a little and lea
Lestat's Birthday 2011 Part 3Lestat expected a cabin for them in the woods, just like the one they had in Disney Land, the wooden one that was covered in fur rugs and had the whole atmosphere of cabin life. He hoped for a nice warm fire, followed by a sitting with his beautiful lover Louis while sipping off a friendly trespasser and then tuck his babies off to sleep, followed by an evening of love making with Louis. But no, that he did not get at all, he stared wide eyes at what he saw and almost collapsed with heat waves coming out of his head.Lestat's Birthday 2011 Part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was a swamp, a horrid looking swap, and in the middle a small island of moss that was hard enough to stand on, and also take camp. And what Lestat saw was indeed a camp site. Two tents sitting there, very casual and nothing special. Lestat stared and sighed
"This is my birthday present?" he asked
Christan and Tristan smiled softly and nodded "Ya Daddy!" they cried and held each other's hands and jumped over the swamp and landed into the tent snuggling into their slee
LestatxLouis Royal Family Pt 4Pt 4LestatxLouis Royal Family Pt 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lestat couldn't take it anymore, and neither could Louis, it had been over three weeks since the visit of the royal couple, Lestat was getting desperate, very desperate. He was getting too selfish, he hated that but at the moment didn't care, he wanted to be king, he wanted it. He wanted to no longer be the Brat Prince, but a Brat of a King. He wanted his Louis to be his queen, his princess, and his sons to be his little princes, little dear royals, he wanted it all, he wanted them to be happy, and he wanted to be happy too.
He had already told Louis he wanted to do this, Louis was nervous, but of course, he secretly wanted it all too, he soon agreed, but had many doubts, but Lestat would calm those away with treasures and love.
Lestat snuck into the palace at night, and told the royal couple they would take the position of king and queen of Britain, and rule in their place, and so, by the next day, the news was out that a new couple was king and queen, and royal couple themselves
Son Of ApolloMore beautiful than the mighty ZephyrusSon Of Apollo in Free Verse More Like This
is the god of the sun,
of golden afternoons...
So is more svelte, the son of he,
a heart of strings,
a poet's language...
Hark, how he sings
the songs of light!
-And reminisce his glow...
EloquenceThe hour is late and early,Eloquence in Free Verse More Like This
but my mind, you see, is at a surly
sort of complex kind of whirling
feeling, and I most surely
am not this eloquent.
Sir you seem to know your disputes
well enough, indeed you are astute
at least in such a pursuit
to hide your faux repute
since you are not that eloquent.
I'll suffice this all to say
that with no more such delays
that on my mind you've stayed
for, yes, days and days, and days!
I'll never see you again,
thank God we're not that eloquent.
SomnambulismMemory faded into surrealism, and I recall malapropismsSomnambulism in Free Verse More Like This
like hypnopompic oneiromancy, a gift you always had-
Tatterdemalion opsimath, yet truest love of my life,
disregarding your caitiff, legerdemain dispositions.
All too soon do I wake, to my valetudinarian, captious self.
This night cannot proceed, and with it you fade-
Another anamnesis, slipped through my fingers.
Return to our world, where I am the scholar
and you are the devil himself, taunting me with
all of those sobriquets- tangled in tantalizing ecstasy...
First DanceSpin for me,First Dance in Free Verse More Like This
your hand in mine
and dance with me
our souls entwined!
I'll let you lead
this whirlwind of
In moonlit night
and completely alone
my spirit might
become it's own...
My Prince Will ComeI made my wishes for youMy Prince Will Come in Free Verse More Like This
on the bones of a mut,
and on the blood,
of my own being.
I begged to creatures
I shall not speak,
for just a taste
of the pain you'll bring.
How broken, the ghouls,
which hold our fate.
I'd hoped you would come,
a bag of bones,
save me from the light-
-bring me a torture
so unbearably lonely
Gift me a choke hold
of your hands,
Bring the songs,
our unholiest incantations
and the guise of glory.
Drown me in substance
of horrors undefined,
break the spell I live-
-one day you will come
and bring in your hands
my own remains.
Reminiscent AnguishHe remembered the way,Reminiscent Anguish in Free Verse More Like This
She had never wanted to be a ballerina,
Tip-toeing across the floor, to avoid
Waking the monsters that lived underneath.
He remembered the songs,
And how she sang with the ones
Not about love, and not about dreams
But about the pain to which she related.
He remembered the clock,
On the wall that ticked out of time,
The same year she broke her least favorite
Christmas ornament- glass ballerina- by accident
He remembered she meant to do it
Just like she meant to buy all the wrong clothes,
And love all the wrong classics,
The way she played with all the wrong toys.
And then he realized- she had never been real.
The UnspokenNever so innocentlyThe Unspoken in Free Verse More Like This
her toes tip
r a p i d l y
down an empty hall
All his mind a staircase
of one ceaseless
t h o u g h t
he caught the sound she all but sang
Her curiosity peered
around an opened
p o r t a l
where he was, never-changing
His eyes met hers,
in an understanding, something like
f r i e n d s
in their crowded heads
Funambulist Oh my darling, this madness is regnantFunambulist in Free Verse More Like This
Both of us, all too soon it could consume.
The way death deracinated my love,
left me walking on tight ropes, to keep you.
Sedulously I proceed, even with the knowledge
all is lost, all is gone, and it will never be as it once was.
When you were radiantly impulsive,
before your limbs grew cold, before you fell apart.
This semblance of love is far-
-far from what we knew, yet I keep you
Because without you my world has lost all purience,
as death has taken what is dearest to me;
and preserved a suffering neither of us can withstand.
ConscienceLike a window was it,Conscience in Free Verse More Like This
once upon a different time
when I held my head up high
and left it in the clouds.
Tattered is it now,
the result of personal war
where I am held prisoner
for my past, overflowed with carnality.
and completely ruined
The Window"Come away from the moonlight, my daughter,The Window in Free Verse More Like This
the shafts of pearly wonder are not your friends."
Excitement fills her every waking moment,
deception pulls her closer to demise.
"Come away from the window, sweet girl,
the breeze does not carry splendor."
The cold wood beneath her feet,
enticing every step that was taken.
"Come back to darkness, naive child,
the light holds nothing for you now..."
Her hope clung to the glass,
between her and oblivion...
Wish-come-trueBe careful what you want,Wish-come-true in Free Verse More Like This
For some wishes,
Death is eager to grant.
Haiku 31.01I am lonely andHaiku 31.01 in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
depressed; I long for stars and
Those who seek them too.
Prompt Haiku - Nature - comatoseSummer comatose,Prompt Haiku - Nature - comatose in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
nothing moves. Time is welded
to the still green grass.
Prompt Haiku - Fantasy - cat foodThey call them cat food -Prompt Haiku - Fantasy - cat food in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
those who enter the valley
of the lone lion.
Haiku 04.03Winter's sadness melts;Haiku 04.03 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I hear spring's gentle whispers
In your warm embrace.
Haiku 15.02Don't try to masterHaiku 15.02 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your future unless you can
master your present.
Prompt Haiku - Science-Fiction - steampunkPart man, part machine,Prompt Haiku - Science-Fiction - steampunk in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
he has part soul part turbine
his eyes – lonely green.
Our PhotosWhen you left meOur Photos in Free Verse More Like This
I put our memories
in an envelope;
I gave my mother
our happiness so I
can keep my sadness
Haiku 16.05Summer's first daylightHaiku 16.05 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Stolen boldly from my neck
By your lips' shade.
100 Themes Challenge 4242.Standing Still100 Themes Challenge 42 in Short Stories More Like This
"W-Why?" Kaito asked, but complied with his twin's order.
"Just don't," Akaito said. He was clutching a baseball bat, which he was aiming at his brother's head.
Which currently was hosting a sizeable spider on it.
Truth be told, Akaito hated spiders. Ever since Nigaito had woken up the entire Mansion one night, screaming about a spider in his room, Akaito had hated the pests.
He didn't want to tell Kaito that it was there. If he told him, his brother would spazz, and it would go flying.
Unfortunately, Akaito didn't exactly think his entire plan through. He only thought about the part of hitting the spider.
He never thought about the fact that it was on his brother's head, nor did he think about the spider actually falling off.
Which is exactly what happened when Akaito swung the bat. The spider slipped off his twin's head, and the wood collided with his brother's cranium.
Kaito stumbled forward, screaming in raw pain. "AKAITO!!! WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!"
HetaOni: Blindness"How many fingers am I holding up?"HetaOni: Blindness in General Fiction More Like This
England couldn't answer that. He never would be able to ever again. The black curtain lowered in front of his eyes assured him of that.
"You can answer that, can't you? If you can see."
He swallowed hard, forcing the lump in his throat to go down. He knew America knew the truth as well as he did, that he was only asking because he still clung desperately to the hope they both wished was true.
" It can't be "
Oh, how England wanted to deny it. How he wanted to answer his brother's question, to assure him things were alright, that nothing was wrong. But he knew that there was no escaping the truth.
"I'm sorry, America I can no longer see "
Before England could fully grasp what was happening, two strong arms wrapped themselves tightly around him, pulling him into a crushing embrace. His brother buried his face into his shoulder, starting to soak it with tears within only a few seconds, his body shaking
PLatLCE-Chapter 12Layton, Luke, Flora, and Clive walked up to Wish Liszt. The formerly lit up store was now dark. Luke checked his watch. It was almost 9 o'clock. They were running out of time.PLatLCE-Chapter 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just as they walked up, Elise and Benji walked out.
"Hey guys!" Elise said, waving. "What's up? Gotten any farther with your investigation yet?"
"Not exactly sure," Layton said. "We think we have some pieces put together, but we're not sure."
"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out," Benji said, smiling. "After all, you're Professor Hershel Layton. Puzzles are your specialty."
Layton smiled. "I'm glad you have faith in me. We actually came here to ask you about that orchestra you mentioned. They seem to be tied to this mystery."
"Elise, can't you meet anyone and not tell them about the Trans-Siberian Orchestra?" Benji asked, rolling his eyes and smiling.
"They asked about the store name!" Elise said defensively. "And I don't rattle off about them to everyone!"
Benji rolled his eyes. Placing his hands on his hips, he
ConfessionLuka Megurine was pacing erratically in her room, irresolute on what to do about her current situation.Confession in Short Stories More Like This
"Why does that inane samurai have to mess up everything?!" She muttered. "Why can't he leave me alone?!"
Sighing, she flopped down on her bed, the mattress jouncing beneath her. With a soft moan, she buried her face in her pillow.
Ok, yes, she'd known Gakupo liked her. That had always been more than latent. She just hadn't fully realized just how much he liked her until yesterday. More importantly, she hadn't realized until yesterday that she might feel the same feelings towards him.
"Stop it! You hate him!" She snapped to herself obstinately. "You feel enmity towards him! He inveigled you into liking him! Yeah, that's it!"
She smiled triumphantly, then frowned and sighed. No, that wasn't it. She couldn't hide from the truth any longer. She did love that stupid idiot.
She sat torpidly on her bed a little longer, then ruefully got up and went downstairs. She couldn't hide up he
RevengeI stared down at the papers in my hands, the information I'd just learned being processed through my brain. My hands were shaking, my jaw clenched in rage. My parents' deaths were no accident.Revenge in Short Stories More Like This
"So you're the cause of my pain," I whispered venomously. "You and your selfish greed is what killed my parents, Bill Hawks."
Slamming the papers down on my desk, I walked over to the window of my study and peered out. London was silent and dark, sound asleep. I clenched my fists. Somewhere out there Bill Hawks was sleeping peacefully, enjoying the riches and fame of being at the top of the political ladder. Meanwhile, my parents laid in their cold graves, and I sat here alone, a broken orphan.
Screaming in fury, I slammed my hands down on the windowsil. "Why?! Why me?!"
I heard the door behind me open. "Are you alright, young sir?"
Composing myself, I turned around. "Yes, Cogg, I'm fine."
"If you say so, Clive," he said, concern apparent in both his eyes and tone.
As he walked back out and shut
100 Themes Challenge 4040.Rated100 Themes Challenge 40 in Short Stories More Like This
"Ok, Haku, do you know what movie you want to watch?"
The silver-haired Voyakiloid watched her boyfriend eye the huge movie cabinet, arms folded across his chest. She giggled as she watched him scan the titles, his expression becoming more lost by the second.
To say the Vocaloids had a huge movie collection was an understatement. They had almost every single movie that had ever been released.
That was awesome, except for when you had no idea what to watch. This was made worse, of course, by the fact that there was practically no organization whatsoever concerning these movies. They'd given up a long time ago trying to organize the massive collection.
"I don't know," Haku admitted, giggling again when she saw him look at her in utter despair. "Is there one you want to watch?"
He turned back to the cabinet, then admitted guiltily, "No."
She laughed. "How about we watch one of those new movies we got? I think some haven't even been opened yet."
The Vocaloids got new movies every
PLatLCE-Chapter 18"Elise?" Benji said slowly, worry in his eyes. "What is he talking about?"PLatLCE-Chapter 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elise looked up. There was a maniacal look in her eyes, a smirk on her, one Luke recognized. It was the same look that had been on Clive's face five years ago when he tried to destroy London.
"You don't get it, Benji," she whispered. "Your father died of a heart attack. He wasn't murdered. Not like my parents were."
"What do you mean?" Clive asked.
Elise turned and looked him. "I'm surprised you don't know, Clive Dove! After all, your parents died in the same explosion that my parents did!"
Luke could almost hear Clive's mind shatter into a thousand fragments. Clive was shaking now.
"Unlike you, though, I accepted it as an accident," Elise said, a snarl to her voice. "But then five years ago you brought out the truth. Your attempt to destroy this city might've failed, but your goal to bring out the truth didn't. Never before had I been so angry. And you know what? It felt good!"
Luke stared at Elise in horror. S
PrisonI clung to the bars of my cell, staring blankly into the darkness. How long had it been since I'd arrived? A year? Two years? I couldn't remember. One day felt like a month now.Prison in Short Stories More Like This
I slid to the ground, resting my head against the cold bars. Closing my eyes, I sighed. It was just another day in hell.
I sat there for some amount of time, reviewing puzzles in my head. Some I thought up myself, some Layton told me when he'd visit, and some I remembered from who knows how long ago. They were the only thing I had to occupy my time.
After awhile, I dragged myself back up to my feet and peered back out into the darkness. I stared out there for awhile, until a bright light shone in my eyes and I fell backwards, shielding my eyes from the painful brightness. Mealtime.
A bowl of some unidentifiable substance was slid through the bars of my cell. I'd given up trying to figure out what it was made of a long time ago. Not that I would've ever figured it out. It tasted like sludge. By this point, I did
PLatLCE-Chapter 7Catching up to Luke, Flora fell into step beside him. She turned and looked at him. Even in the darkness she could see that his jaw was clenched in anger.PLatLCE-Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I didn't mean to offend you, Luke."
Luke didn't reply. He just kept walking forward, shining his iTouch into the darkness.
"Please forgive me," she said. "I really didn't mean to offend you. I really do like being with you."
Luke didn't say anything, but she saw his jaw relax.
"Will you forgive me?" She asked.
He was silent for a few moments, then smiled and said, "Yeah, I forgive you."
Flora smiled. "Thank you."
After a few more moments of silence, Luke asked, "Why do you want to be with the Professor so much, though? It's like you don't want to be by anyone else. Like Clive said, you wanted to go with the Professor instead of him even before we found out who he really was."
"It's not that I don't want to be with you guys," she replied. "It's just that I always get left out on adventures and I never ge
100 Themes Challenge 3535.Hold My Hand100 Themes Challenge 35 in Short Stories More Like This
"Hold my hand."
Akaito complied, taking Haku's hand into his own. He could feel her shaking with nervousness.
"It's gonna be ok," he said. "Everything will be fine."
She turned and looked at him, eyes wide. "But, Akaito, what if it's not?"
"It will be," he assured her, stroking her hand with his thumb. "Everything will be alright."
Haku reached up and wiped away tears with her free hand. "I-I'm just so worried "
"Everything will be fine, Haku," Akaito assured his girlfriend again. "I promise you, everything's gonna turn out ok."
"Haku, there's not much sense in worrying about it. You're just stressing yourself out."
"But I can't help it!" She exclaimed, tightening her grip on his hand.
He smiled, grabbing her other hand with his remaining free one. "I know. That's why I'm here. I'm not just your boyfriend, I'm also your moral support. It comes free with the package."
Haku smiled, a faint blush evident now on both her cheeks. "Thank you, Akaito."
Re-try--Jeff the killer storyThe sky rumbled, its complaints going unattended as rain trickled from it. Thick clouds highlighted by sporadic jolts of lightning littered the atmosphere. The moon was lost in the storm, all of the stars hiding with it. The night brought on an unknown feeling of eeriness that rippled over the earth like the thunder snapping in the clouds.Re-try--Jeff the killer story in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hidden by his hoodie, Jeff walked down the street, raindrops making little grey dots on his white jacket. He walked with broad steps, his hands hanging idly by his sides. Watered-down blood dripped from his hands, red stains coming out of his clothes with every sheet of rain. His hair clung to his body, finally getting a well-deserved cleaning. The seventeen-year-old kept his unblinking eyes on his feet, drops of water obstructing his vision as he strolled down the sidewalk. He was in search of a new neighborhood, of new victims. Lights on the horizon b
Christmas at the Chechelnitsky's. Christmas Eve. One of the things about America I have come to enjoy. Though I despise the cold, I must say it is downright scenic when the snow's gently falling outside the window, the all-too-familiar, stereotypical Christmas setting unraveled within the home. You know, the tree flashing with perky white lights, their reflections dancing on the cylindrical surfaces of the ornaments hanging about them. The smell of fir trees and crackling fires, perhaps a few cinnamon scented candles or gingerbread men adding their own distinct scents to the air. I love that especially about this time of year--even the air seems to join in on the festivities.Christmas at the Chechelnitsky's. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I also adore how my child and little brother gaze in wonder at the orbs of multicolored glass as they hang them on the tree, their reflections comically distorted in them. How they frolic about...it's simply adorable, though my brother Maks is no longer a sm
The Wendigo's Fondest DreamThe Wendigo's Fondest Dream in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That night, sleep found me almost before I was even on the bed. Dreams followed close in suit, their presence unwelcome. Eighty percent of the time when I had dreams they were horrific and made me wish I could hide from my own slaughterhouse of a mind. But tonight it was something of a nightmare and something prolific.
I was looking at myself across a room occupied solely by black. Dim yellow hung over him. He was hunched over like a creature over prey. His arms were wrapped around his chest by a straight jacket and his neck was bound by a leather strap to the wall behind him. His mouth was covered with one of the muzzles I'd grown used to at the 'research facility'. His eyes held a menacing quality that I used to see in the mirror. His hair was wild as a rabid dog's, stubble peppering what could be seen of his chin. The pants he wore were light blue and white striped, the
Watching I know there are monsters under peoples' beds and clawing so viciously at the walls of my skull. I can hear them screaming and fighting to get out of me through my actions, but I can't release them.Watching in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The monsters want blood.
I don't want that.
But I do...
What do I want? Can one of you help me? None of the monsters help very much--they all tell me that killing is for the best and that if I don't continue it, they'll kill me. I know that you think I'm crazy, but I'm not.
They're real and among us. One in five people is a monster like me--or at least a monster-in-hiding. Psychopaths and sociopaths and schizophrenics and sadist lurk all around you. There could be one in your family, someone who leers over you in your sleep just wondering how your head would look on a stick, wanting to make a lamp or a couc
The File And His TeethThat night I was awake for many hours in an attempt to fall asleep. I tossed, turned and even tried gnawing on my wrist (an action that not only conjured blood but also rocked me to sleep). At what I suppose was around three when I decided my insomnia would drag on another night. I stood and walked downstairs, to my well-stocked 'hidey hole'. Abbey had snuck things in with her every time she visited on the weekends. Thus far, she was able to convince the police officers constantly lingering by my home that she was, in fact, my niece, born by a relative never specified. I'd recently asked her for a metal nail file. I told her I wanted something that would last, something I could use to keep my nails dull, so I didn't accidentally harm Vitali when picking him up or placing him somewhere. She believed my reasoning and smuggled one in for me.The File And His Teeth in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I uncovered it now from the depths of the pit I'd formed.
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Max and Jezebel had been watching the movie Carrie when I had entered the room. I took a seat on the floor and leaned between them against the couch. I watched as the girl got pig's blood poured on her and tapped my fingers impatiently on my knee. Jezebel had told me today was the day. While Carrie wreaked havoc on the attendees of her high school prom, Jezebel tapped me on the head. I looked up at her to see her nod slowly, our eyes grave. "Hey Max, I better head home. My parents'll be expecting me back soon," Jezebel said automatically, standing and collecting her phone.
"All right. Do you want my dad to give you a ride?" Max asked, flipping off the TV and standing to Jezebel's level. I had left the room.
"No, it's a short walk. I'll be fine. Talk to you later, bye!" she called, exiting the house and advancing to the creek around back. Cyr
More DiomedesThe evening was chilled, icy wind blowing through the trees above young Diomedes. The sun had just begun to dwindle behind the slight mountains behind him, the sky's purpling light the only source of brightness in the growing shadows. The orphan faced a creek with jagged rocks protruding from the velvety silt in the bed of the stream, his bare toes in the lapping water. With a decisive tuck of his hair behind one ear, he plunged a callused foot into the frosty stream. His face scrunched up in distaste at the numbness taking over his shin, but he continued to plod along, his pace moving as quickly as he dared in the current of the miniature river. A stone hidden beneath the mud cut in the heel of his foot, making him falter in his steps and fall face-first into the arctic liquid. The boy's head popped back up. He glanced over his shoulder before standing, eyes skimming the forest for any movement. HeMore Diomedes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
More Tosya!We wanted late into the night to return for the body. While we waited, Abbey and I dozed in and out by the door. I propped a pillow against the wall and leaned against it, tilting my head toward the ceiling and closing my eyes. Abbey sat against my chest, resting her head against my collarbone. I looked down at her and secured an arm around her back, pulling her close and nodding off. I'm not sure how long we slept, but upon waking we found it was still perfectly black outside.More Tosya! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We exited the house into the cool night. The sky looked like ebony velvet rolling across the atmosphere. I'll never forget that night. It was so peaceful, so beautiful it probed something within me. Something that wasn't really something good, truth be told, but it was something that I knew would make me feel alive. I shook the feeling free and glided back towards the alley. I
Brotherly Love c:Maks badgered me. "Tosya, where do you go at night?" he asked me one evening. Our temporary grandma had been put to bed already and Abbey and I were fixing to leave.Brotherly Love c: in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I closed my eyes in impatience and turned to him, taking a breath in to control myself. "It's best if you don't know, Maks." Every word that boy said was enough to send quivers through me now. The amount of stress I was under was constricting my self-control to a bare minimum. I didn't want to speak harshly to him, but sometimes sometimes I just couldn't help it.
"But I wanna know. I wanna come along," he said, walking after me as I started towards the door. I felt every muscle in my body tense up in irritation at that moment. Just the thought was nerve-wracking. We already had enough stuff I wasn't comfortable with going on that eveningthe last thing I needed was to constantly be wondering where little Maks was. I didn't nee
First Kiss ContestHe was just so...cute! Like a little sheepdog! His blonde hair fell in his eyes, ruddy cheeks indented with those adorable dimples. He had such an essence of boyish joy...at least, when we were kids. That's hardly the case now.First Kiss Contest in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't safe like it was when we were kids. It's all...anarchy-y. It's not safe for me to be alone anymore, not even while I sleep. So he insists, now a bulky 16 year old, that I sleep near him. Tonight, since it was cold, he allowed me to lounge against his chest. I was warmed by his body-heat and intrigued by the gentle rhythm of his chest rising and falling beneath me. His breathing was like a tender lullaby to me. He was so deep in sleep that the creases his face had taken on from scowling so much had actually ceased to exist. His olive skin was so smooth looking, I just wanted to touch it, to play with his stubble, to kiss his jaw and have him whisper little nothings in my ear in his
True liesI cry out in tears,True lies in Free Verse More Like This
Yet there are no more fears.
Fuck all the yelling and the screaming.
Im tired of your curses without meaning.
I want to just leave, disappear into nothing.
So close yet so far,
Im tempted into making another scar.
One that will go deep,
As I will slowly start to weep.
For I know afterwards I wont open my eyes.
My mind lost between so many lies.
The anger.. the hatred boiled inside me..
Why do you keep fucking up my life.. Cant you see??
Youve done enough already..
Killing me by the inside,
Telling me secrets that I should hide.
Why do I go through all this??
I know I can hold on, I just know it.
Or am I too weak?
What are the answers to my life that I must seek?
Im nothing.. Im meaningless...
Im destructive and useless
Thats what you scream at me..
I believe every word you say
For every day..
Im put down as nothing.
I do my best in what I can but not even a fu
Blindly Believing...I think Im just letting myself fallBlindly Believing... in Free Verse More Like This
Blindly walk into walls
How long can I keep up with this?...
How much longer am I going to keep on saying that I love him?...
Im going crazy I dont know what to do
Look at all the things that Im letting him go through
What type of monster am I to let all this happen?
Blindly letting him think that I love him sooner or later his heart would be broken
And it would all be my fault if I tell him he would hate me...
I know he would I can feel it here inside of me
Im slowly pushing him away but he keeps on coming through,
How could I have let my heart pretend how was it capable of saying I love you?
Weve been through so much together
We both thought love would last forever
He still thinks that he says he loves me with all his heart
But how do I tell him that slowly weve broken apart?
It hurts my heart t
Another Lie From YouI can't keep going on like this,Another Lie From You in Free Verse More Like This
The heart in my chest pumping.
Beating faster with rage with every lie you throw,
I can't do this anymore.
You tell me you won't lie,
But you do it again to my face.
It's like you love making my heart sore,
Telling me the things that you do.
My heart starts to race,
As you look at me and hold me tight.
But I remember your lies,
And automatically I stand upright.
You think I'm stupid?
I wasn't born yesterday.
Lack of trust is what you have,
Which burns down to my heart.
It seems like you don't care that I love you,
Trying to solve everything in the worst of ways.
Lying to me... I've warned you not to...
It'll be too late and it would be the end of us one of these days...
But you don't seem to grasp that...
And I hope that soon you would...
Because if not...
Then I really wish... staying with you I could...
Don't ever let me go...Love me, hold me..Don't ever let me go... in Free Verse More Like This
Dont ever let me go.
Please dont leave me,
Dont ever do so.
I look at your eyes,
And Im in a daze.
I look at the skies,
And only see a maze.
Youre everything to me,
That is true.
Please let us be,
I only want to be with you.
Hold me in your warm embrace,
Kiss me ever so softly.
Our love will leave a trace,
Ever so gently.
Please dont let us part,
I will be with you till the end.
I give you my heart,
With you I wish to never be dead.
I know you and me can be,
We will spend time together.
If you love me,
Then we will stay close forever.
Love me, hold me..
Dont ever let me go.
Please dont leave me,
Dont ever do so.
I Remember When...I remember when we'd hold our hands in secret,I Remember When... in Free Verse More Like This
How everyone would turn their heads as they saw us together.
Their envy made our love stronger,
Their jealousy pulled us together.
I remember our first kiss,
Everyone around us disappeared.
Time stood still,
In this world it was only you and I.
At that moment everything seemed so clear,
But as time went by our future went blurry.
My heart was then filled with fear,
As our time was slowly ticking in agony.
I remember the last time I made you smile,
How warm and fulfilling it made me feel.
Although I know it's over,
I wish you knew I still loved you.
I knew when I read those hurtful words from you,
There was no turning back.
I couldn't erase the mistakes,
I couldn't delete the painful past.
In my own world I still hold on to our memory,
I try so hard to let it go.
But I can't let go of something that made me grow,
That made me the person I am today.
I wanted to thank you,
I remember how much you took care of me.
Putting aside all the hurt an
Hurting Again...I hurt myself again...Hurting Again... in Free Verse More Like This
Just looking hurts...
Why can't I turn away?
Why can't I just let it go??
It burns beneath my skin...
The thought of loosing you...
The thought of you already being lost...
It burns now through my skin,
Like acid rain from within...
Full of pain I try to hold it in...
But the screams I can't shut from my mouth.
Breathing becoming more difficult...
As my heart is rapidly racing...
God help me...
Help me let go...
Help me breathe...
I don't want to forget...
But I don't want to remember...
God help me...
Can't you see I'm crying?....
As long as we are togetherHere I go again,As long as we are together in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly laying down on my bed.
Closing my eyes,
Sleepy thoughts in my head.
I start to think of you,
A thought slowly fading into a dark blue..
Im so sleepy so tired..
After everything Ive gone through.
Ive been screamed at today,
Well, it seems to get worse everyday.
I try to ignore them though
And forget about what they say
Im the smart one here,
Yet they think I have fear.
Just because I dont stand up,
Instead I shed a tear.
I do this because I look into their eyes,
And see that the person I knew them for slowly dies.
Theyve changed so much they are now against me
Who wouldnt stare at them and start to cry?
I use to smile and laugh at the thought of my family,
I use to always be cheerful and even happy..
But all that changed during time
Now my life is crappy.
Although I must say my life is changing a bit,
My darkness brighter a little lit.
My frown shifting into a smile,
Once laying o
Once Again....We knew each other all too well,Once Again.... in Free Verse More Like This
And every time we talked I fell for you even more.
Your addicting words were a drug to me,
Your voice echoing in my head endlessly.
Ever since that choice we've broken apart...
But now it seems as if we're building back up.
Speaking to you makes me smile every day,
Laughing and blushing... I feel like dancing in the rain.
You're telling me to make this our little secret,
To not tell a word...
Our own little secret once more.
Until you tell her... things will be kept between you and me...
Another endless, secretive story...
Keeping The SmileShe came into his life,Keeping The Smile in Free Verse More Like This
Seemed almost perfect.
her face a gorgeous image,
Her heart so loving and caring.
Everything seems right when they talk,
Now the only problem is the distance,
Such distance hurting their hearts.
But they keep the smiles on their faces,
They keep the love in their hearts.
How did all this happen?
Who knows... it just did.
Every day is another smile,
Another laugh, another blush...
Another second of happiness.
Tearing LoveI can feel you under my skin,Tearing Love in Free Verse More Like This
Crawling here and there.
Scratching me... burning me..
I can feel you tear.
Your voice echos in my ears,
Tumbling down every part of me.
You stay hidden for years,
As I built myself up in insanity.
Inside my heart I can feel the warm beating,
The venom of your love spreading.
It feels so threatening,
It's really hurting.
But I keep my head high,
Nothing else for me to do.
I start to let myself go...
And I realize that I'm just deeply in love with you.