Be Careful of What You Wish For : Part XPart XBe Careful of What You Wish For : Part X in Short Stories More Like This
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, was a head of green hair resting by her hand. A large, but human sized hand, rested loosely atop of her's. She carefully moved her hand to touch his hair, the movement alerted the human sized giant that she was awake. As Dominic looked up to Cailyn she smiled, "You know I always wondered if you hair is naturally green or is it dyed."
"You're in a hospital after an attack and you ask about my hair color?"
A weak smile spread on her face, "You're alive and well. The pain I feel says I'm alive, and I've just been wondering."
"Hair dye. I'm a blonde," Dominic rose from his seat to stretch. Cailyn noticed the bandages on his own arm.
"You were stabbed "
"I needed a few stiches, nothing li
Be Careful of What You Wish For : Part VIIIPart VIIIBe Careful of What You Wish For : Part VIII in Short Stories More Like This
Since that first night when she cried herself to sleep, Cailyn had not fallen asleep when Dominic was around. Even when human sized he would leave before she went to bed and at his house she went home. Their friendship looked easy going and rather laid back but the truth of the matter was anything but. Cailyn continued to wear her red string hoping to find her soul mate, the problem was she knew she was in love with Dominic. She continued to wear the string because Dominic only wanted to be her friend as far as she knew. Dominic made the excuse that it was hard for giants to tell each other apart when smaller, so finding dates was difficult since dating a human would end awkwardly. He too knew the truth was he fell for Cailyn and he didn't date because he couldn't lie to himself.
As time went on there wasn't a day that they spent apart and the times th
Be Careful of What You Wish For : Part IXPart IXBe Careful of What You Wish For : Part IX in Short Stories More Like This
Cailyn felt small and defenseless. Touching the small crystal point necklace did little to reassure her. Her mind kept telling her she was at work, she was safe, nothing was going to happen but those thoughts did little to lessen her nerves. She felt exposed as if someone was watching her every movement. It was odd, but the sensation only really bugged her while at work, she had felt fine when she ran to her apartment for a quick freshening up before rushing off to her work.
Once more she touched the piece of jet around her neck but frankly she just wanted her day to be over with so she could see Dominic. She wanted to talk to him about his earlier words and she wanted to feel safe again. The thought of his words caused her heart to beat faster and by lunch she had very little written and knew she would get even less done after lunch. With the
CelebrationI swayed my hips back and forth, singing as I worked. Most males would not bother singing and dancing around. Especially not ones that were 6'8" with plenty of muscle on my frame, I was no Incredible Hulk of muscle but I certainly wasn't the slender muscle of a runner or a swimmer. I was somewhere in between. Enough to make my tall form be proportionate and not gangly.Celebration in Short Stories More Like This
It took me a moment to realize there were eyes on me. Those eyes seemed to be following the sway of my, if I do say so myself, nice butt. I smiled at the midnight blue eyes giving me a leer, didn't help I might not have been wearing a lot of clothing. Or any clothing. As I danced around the room I shared with my mate. Not many people just barged in other then her so I didn't have much to worry about.
My little mate, I smiled seeing her swollen belly. Pregnant with my babies, I wanted to practically explode with h
Baby It's Cold Outside...~*~ WARNING : CONTAINS SOFT, NON-FATAL VORE~*~Baby It's Cold Outside... in Short Stories More Like This
Leaning in I placed a soft kiss upon the forehead of my second oldest daughter. My little Rillen slept snuggled up in her bed, clinging to her teddy bear and purring in her sleep. Setting down the book we had just gotten another two chapters through, I made sure she was tucked in warmly before checking her window. Her whole room was set up now to be a mini defense chamber for her. The window was created so it was unable to be broken or be torn apart and the only lock being for her to lock and unlock from the inside. Right now it was just wide enough for her, very thin frame to wiggle out of it if she wanted too, adults had no chance. Making sure the lock was in place I headed from the room, gently clicking the lock for her before I shut the door.
Again, the only lock was on the inside, no one could tear the door down to get to her. No one could snap the lock.
Courting a PrincessCourting a Princess in Short Stories More Like This
Why did my nerves have to get the best of me? I didn't even need to be nervous. This was all a formality. A show really
A big production, something monumental but it would change nothing my life, just make things easier later on. If I were to ever have to take the crown, which I did hope would never happen, I did not want an argument that I was not married in the eyes of the Elowena court. To be married, especially given I am a Princess, and not just any Princess but the next in line for the throne, there were procedures that had to be taken.
I chewed lightly on a claw, a habit I got from my mother that I only did in private and when very nervous. The soft little whimper reminded me I was not in private though. I crouched down by the basket on the floor and lightly stroked the chubby cheek of my newborn son. Oh but he is beautiful, hair as black as his Onai
Today and AlwaysToday and always,Today and Always in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I fell in love anew,
From the moment I saw you.
Today and always,
We've been together a time,
And I still am amazed you are mine.
Today and always,
I open my eyes to fall again,
Deeper and deeper in love with you.
Today and always,
I will stay by your side,
There is no need to run and hide.
Today and always,
I will wait patiently,
Till you find the words you seek.
Today and always,
I will be the strength,
When you are weak.
Today and always,
I will be the hand for you hold,
When life just gets too old.
Today and always,
I won't ever let you go,
For I need you to be whole.
Today and always,
There is not reason for me to seek,
A new man to meet.
Today and always,
I have found my perfect match,
It's a love that will always last.
Today and always,
I will always see,
How perfect you are for me.
Today and always,
I will never fly away,
In my heart you will stay.
Today and always,
This man before me,
He is my heartbeat.
Dragon Bait : Chapter Seven Chapter SevenDragon Bait : Chapter Seven in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I kept the tears silent, which for me was near suffocating, after prolonged tears it became hard to breathe. To the point of tears mixed with gasping and hyperventilating. I wish I knew the way to cry violently but do so silently, for I never liked to cry before anyone. I do not know why I hide my tears but I do. So, in a fashion true to myself, I found a corner that was in a room without another person, nor did it seem a room that drew people to it often, dropped to my knees and wedged myself in as much as I could.
The only relief I had was from the cold wall against my forehead as I gasped a whimper, trying to force myself to stop. That was the problem, even if tears did not flow it took time for me to ease my breathing. More so, the tears had not actually stopped, I had hoped by calming my breath I would stop the dreadful tears. Another gasp, clasping my hand over my mouth I shook and made more whimpered and pained quiet sounds as I tried to control mys
Frozen Heart : Chapter FiveShen had been working on her wounds for a bit and she was busy studying the people around her with reserved curiosity. She saw the two men before, the ones who had cuddled her when she was cold but now there was a new man. His face spoke of youth but his eyes had the weight of age. He was tender in working with her, even though he did not really need to waste his time on being tender to someone like her.Frozen Heart : Chapter Five in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“So….” One of the large twins spoke softly, he had to be a foot and some taller than her. They all appeared to be. Each one was thick in body and broad in shoulder, the weapons on the wall suggested they could fight. She only hoped the care the one was giving for her body was their intent and not something worse. “You are Luned?”
Her hand tightened on the bed sheet some, “Yes…how did you know?”
“Uh…one of you other…souls? She, I think it was a she, told us…”
“Yes, there are only females in
Frozen Heart : Chapter Three She's so small...Frozen Heart : Chapter Three in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She is about the size for human females. We have been gone long...maybe she seems smaller.
No, I think she is just small.
How do you mean?
One of our tunics is to her knees.
We're also big.
There was a chuckle through their bond that caused Seth go look at his brother in wonder of why he was laughing.
"I am sure she seems smaller because she is also wounded."
"She seems so delicate."
"To us? Everyone is delicate. She cannot be too bad off...she survived a lot."
"True. How long has it been since we have left our mountain?"
"That long.." Seth mumbled.
"Do you think we should move our weapons before she wakes up?" Keiran asked after a few moments of silence.
"Do you think we need too?"
"I do not know, but she might panic when..." His words were cut short as they heard a pained groan from the other room and a thump of something hitting the floor. They were both at the door in an instant.
She groaned, now was not the time for her l
Unexpected RealityAlmost getting crushed by a truck surely wasn't the right way to start that day, and the fact that she fell on a dirt patch and thus ended up bruised and covered in mud made Sam almost wanted to cry, or tell the world to fuck off... or both.Unexpected Reality in Short Stories More Like This
It was such an important day, why couldn't things just go her way for once?
But then again it was her mind already racing forward in time to the upcoming hours that made it impossible for her to remain focused on the present, and almost not notice a hellishly big truck in her way... but she was alive.
Achy, dirty, no longer ready for an important date, but alive.
Not that she started out that fancy to begin with in any case... indecision on what to wear settled in for so long that she then had to just pick random stuff, her everyday clothes, and rush out of her house trying not to be late... and it's not as if it was going to be a fancy thing in any case... a meeting out in the wild just wouldn't require any spiffy clothing, functional was better..
Warm WelcomeThe sight of a village in the distance was very welcome... it seemed as if he finally managed to find his way. Good thing his nose managed to give him some directions as the ones that the lass herself gave him were pretty hazy... and surely not meant to be very helpful to a Faron.Warm Welcome in Short Stories More Like This
Okay, he should have thought of that and asked exactly what she meant for 'huge boulder' or 'very tall tree' but at the moment he truly wasn't thinking...
But now the settlement was in sight... it was going to be a fun day for sure.
The giant picked up his pace again now that he saw his destination with his own two eyes... and he was also eager to get out of the too tight mountain path he had to squeeze himself through.
But after having sprinted through the last couple of twists in the road he abruptly stopped, a snarl rising to his throat in seeing another giant sitting on the roadside, a bit too nonchalantly for it to just be a coincidence.
That guy had been waiting for him... but that didn't matter
2 - A Knight's ValentineFinn walked up the stairs and hesitated for a while in front of the closed door. A couple of times he almost turned back to leave, being pretty sure that the outcome would have been the same he'd get by knocking, but in the end he grabbed his courage and knocked softly on the polished wooden door.2 - A Knight's Valentine in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Like always, after their monstrous master had his belly filled with tasty villagers and the town was empty, Kai went and took for himself the best room in the local inn. Finn himself tried not to take advantage of the situation they were in, finding it disrespectful towards the dead villagers to just take for themselves what they should have payed for under normal circumstances... apparently the wizard didn't have such concerns and just took a comfortable bed when it presented itself. Tsk... wizards are smart after all.
After a little while the door creaked open, a wisp of strawberry blond hair, green eyes staring at him with mild annoyance in them and a book held in the hand that wasn
4 - FUN in the SUN“Oi, Dean! Come here already! Ye can't grump out all th'feckin' day!” Tyre called loudly.4 - FUN in the SUN in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Oh, yeah? Wanna bet?!” Dean snarled back, shrugging a little before returning to focus on his book, finding the shade and breeze coming from the sea soothing enough... he just wanted to read in peace and stay away from the hustle of the beach. Screaming giant toddlers, huge crabs and who knew what other monstrosities from the deep... no thanks.
Tyre and Nero might have wanted to enjoy the sunny day out on the seaside... and Dean had nothing against it. But he made it very clear that he didn't want any of that. He'd just lay on the sand under the shade of a beach umbrella with a good book. Maybe crosswords if he finished the reading early.
Of course that turned out to be a difficult plan to pull off... he should have known.
First off, as he turned down Ner's demand to help him out with his sandcastle... but the excuse of not wanting to get burnt to a crisp under the
Noms ArbiterThe soft brushing against her skin made Sam wake up and already start to mentally rant, the angry words would pour to the outside world as soon as her mouth decided it was capable of speech... it had to be one of those three jerks.Noms Arbiter in Short Stories More Like This
In the darkness, though, it was hard to make out which one of them... there wasn't enough light to distinguish the skin tone and, while surely different in size, when a finger looked like a fucking tree trunk to you it was hard to tell which one was bigger or smaller.
So Sam had been surprised when, after having been fished up from the jar she'd been trapped into, she saw a silvery, bespectacled gaze set on her “D-Dean?”
The expression on the usually grumpy man's face was strange, at once stern and concerned and made Sam understand what was up even if he didn't answer with anything more than a nod.
“You sure?” she asked almost hesitantly... hoping for an answer while being pretty sure that she'd get the opposite one.
Being Stalked - Commission“And are you positively sure that it isn't just your memory playing tricks on you?” Dean asked, knowing how many times the small thefts could turn out to be just bad memory.Being Stalked - Commission in Short Stories More Like This
“Yeah, positive. I'm not crazy enough to count my cookies every day, but I do notice when stuff is missing.” Zev replied with confidence... even because, for some of the cookies at least, he did count them to check if it was time for a restock...
Plus, they weren't just cookies and some foodstuff disappearing lately... but a few coins, some goldish stuff from the shelves too.
“And they always happen when you're away...” Dean continued.
“Yup. I'm most always away for work in any case.” Zev nodded “Still, I would have noticed someone around the house when I was in.”
“Understood... very well, then. I might have to pass a couple of days in here, but I can assure you that I'll take care of the problem.” Dean said, inwardly smiling at the thought of
3 - Somewhere I Belong“G'morning, Samira.” the greeting rang empty and brisk before the door slammed behind Dean. And if the giant was grumpy like that before she even spoke to him... things were going to be interesting today.3 - Somewhere I Belong in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“... Said the terror of the lands, Dean the Snarky. Come on, big guy... what's wrong?” she knew how things went with him... this kind of angry early in the morning meant only that something went awry while he was outside.
“Poachers.” he replied in a low growl as if that word explained everything. And it kinda did. Big Faron took care of stuff around the forest... and poachers were always bad news in the woods, so they needed to be disposed of. And Dean was the one who would take care of it. It was hard to believe it knowing the brute but... Dean truly did feel something when he killed. Or maybe he just did now that he had a human living with him.
“I see... left one alive to tell the tale?” she asked in a flat voice, not wanting to think
Neighborhood Giant“Oi... I haven't got all day here, lass...” the grumble coming from outside made Sam quickly go to pick her shopping bags... Finn had been nice enough to help her out with the heavy lifting – as climbing up some five flights of stairs with the groceries wasn't exactly her definition of fun – and it wasn't right to keep him waiting... even if that meant that she had to run up the stairs it was worth it... not every neighborhood came with an inbuilt charming, tall and friendly guy and so she was surely going to cling to the stroke of luck however she could.Neighborhood Giant in Short Stories More Like This
“Y-Yeah... I'm coming...” Sam wheezed out and started for the window.
Yeah, the window... Finn kinda brought the 'tall' part of the deal to an extreme... and so when Sam opened the window she saw her bags of groceries hovering just outside, firmly supported by a hand that was way longer and way broader than the woman was tall, the rest of the red-headed giant stretching to fill the view out of her w
Pred UnionTaking a good look in the mirror, Brad felt very satisfied.Pred Union in Short Stories More Like This
Well, those were no news, but he felt particularly proud this time: got himself a good scrub and shave, spent some time styling his hair and finally tried on his suit... he was just fabulous.
After some minutes passed going through Zev's ties he decided that all in all it was better to do without one. A tie was just too formal... and he wasn't planning on keeping all buttoned up for this, after all.
For the great meeting, he had to look somewhat serious, but that didn't mean that he was going for a complete corporate slave style... it just wouldn't have been fun without a hint of wildness to it.
Heck, he was an oni after all!
But he had to admit that a suit tailored for his build was making him look pretty neat.
“Yup, ready to take on the world!” Brad smiled, winking at his reflection before going to take his phone, proceeding to call his associates to check on them.
“Hallo? Are you ready, Tyre?”
Cursed 1“As for today news: the cases of the unknown condition striking people around the world are still increasing and our reporters managed to get shocking images of new sightings on the surface. The scientific community is still on searching for a cure and researching the situation, and the government has...” the TV buzzed softly in the background as Sam sleepily shuffled through her kitchen, the idea of making pancakes in the morning getting quickly forgotten as she just headed for milk and cereals... even coffee was too much of a hassle to make this morning.Cursed 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Dammit, Sam! What trickery is this?!” an angry snarl coming from behind her made Sam turn around with a yelp, the carton of milk falling from her hands to crash on the ground, the surprised expression quickly fading from the woman's face as her eyes settled flatly on the man who just spoke.
Dean quickly ducked, his long black braid whipping after his fast movement as he nimbly caught the falling milk in a han
The Scroll Of RighteousnessThe one atop the throne, about his right side was a scroll, two cubits long and half a cubit wide. And upon the scroll was writing on the backside and within; and was sealed nine times over along the length of the scroll. Before me a strong angel looked about and upon his lips uttered, “Who upon the dominion of the LORD shall open this scroll of parchment and look thereon?” And neither man nor beast from the Earth, nor the angels in heaven nor any beneath the Earth were able to open the scroll or look thereon.The Scroll Of Righteousness in Free Verse More Like This
And about me a shudder overcame, and I wept, for no one about the dominion of the LORD was able to open the scroll nor look thereon. And an angel came forth toward me, and uttered kind words from his lips, and was saying, “Weep not King of the Knodites, for a man hath come who has opened the scroll and loosed the nine seals thereof.” And I looked and beheld, a lamb stood with seven eyes and seven horns as though slain.
The Fourth SealUpon this being accomplished wrote I the fourth seal, which had opened. And I beheld before me, wide beachheads, and them who lay on the beachheads were tended to by servant men and servant women. And they lay upon the beachheads by day and were tended to with music by night. And the servants came from distant lands as far off as Amon and Shimelah. And the people who tended these things were them who lived in Phoinikes, the city of warriors.The Fourth Seal in Free Verse More Like This
And as the days went by, servants came forth to tend the people of Phoinikes, but on the third day of tending, the people of Phoinikes went to the beaches to be tended to, and to listen to music; and the servants were not in sight, and had not been seen. Upon this, the people of Phoinikes saw that there was a revolt against them, and went to the armory to gather weapons and quell the revolt. The servants who tended them were at the armory of the city, and had been in wait.
Upon this, a great battle waged before the city of Phoinikes, out
The Four Horsemen and Dragon Of DeathAnd I beheld the eighth seal, which the Lamb of God had opened. And out of this seal were evil things and words and ways, for the Earth had fallen. And the lands of the Medinat had been subjugated and the strongholds in the east belonged to the enemies of the LORD. And I beheld a dragon, which had risen from the sea and out of this dragon was a head of boastful words, one of hateful words; and still one with a tongue as though poison. And the beast that crawled from the seas upon the Earth was accompanied by four men on horses. And these men rode on their horses towards the four quarters of the Earth, and brought about suffering onto these quarters of the Earth.The Four Horsemen and Dragon Of Death in Free Verse More Like This
Look! Out from the shores of the isle of Gomhorra, near Jesherma! Between the coast of those isles and the vale of Insula stood he, ready for war and armed with a golden sickle and about his chest a golden breastplate stands Hades. And behind him sits a worn wooden funeral pyre, and about it lay the kings of the land
The Great QuakeAfter the horses and their horsemen rode throughout the Earth, for seven years time, I beheld a great quake. For the Earth had shook, and the stars in Heaven fell atop the Earth, and the sun went black as sackcloth and the moon red as blood. And the islands of the Earth, and the mountains were from their placements moved and shifted. And they were shifted out of place or had disappeared from the Earth and from underneath the Earth, and the rivers and streams and lakes all shifted and were moved and routed to different places on the Earth. And every servant and every king and chieftain. Every warlord and bondsman, wise man and gentile, took to the rocks in the Earth which had formed and were formed and to every den and every place of hiding; and hid there saying unto the rocks to cover them such that they shall be protected from the just wrath of the LORD.The Great Quake in Free Verse More Like This
And the Earth shook further opening the dens and hiding places of the people who hid and did not face the LORD and his wrath. And th
The Holy AltarIn Heaven I beheld an altar built for all the saints and wise-men of the Earth who had been slain and were slain. I beheld before the altar, and the temple of the LORD which was built before the altar, a multitude of men and women and children who numbered a thousand times a thousand, and thousands upon thousands. And one of the elders who stood beside me saith on me, for I had asked him ‘Who are these arrayed before the LORD and the temple he built in Diana, and whence came they and from where?’ And the elder with me looked upon me, and saith on me, “Them who are arrayed before the LORD and his temple, and the altar built he, are the saints of the LORD, for they are the ones slain, who washed their robes free of sin and devoid of temptation, in the blood of the lamb who sacrificed himself for them who sinned; and they arrayed before the LORD and are priests in his temple, and are servants in his temple. They serve him the LORD day and night. They are made happy foThe Holy Altar in Free Verse More Like This
The FalsehoodAnd Apylliades the Servant found his mother and slain her, for he was now the servant of the Beast. And the Beast went forth and was given the dominion of all the kingdoms of the East. And the beast named Apylliades his heir, and made Apylliades the king of the kingdoms of the East and his servant in arms. And Apylliades went forth and was made to conquer the kingdoms in the west and bring about the dominion of the Beast that he shall fight against Knod which had remained the last outpost of the LORD.The Falsehood in Free Verse More Like This
And the Beast made all of the gentiles who had not been slain to wear upon their left hands or the back left side of their necks the his mark or the number of his mark. And that number was six-hundred sixty-six. And no women may work in his kingdom; or take up tasks outside of the house and under the sun or temple roof. And no man may buy or sell without his mark. Neither may they eat or worship the beast without his mark.
And the Beast made them who were his servants wear robes of ruby a
Book Of Redemption - In The SpiritBehold, from the clouds he comes and every head shall see him, young and old, poor and rich; wise men and gentiles. “I am the Alpha and Omega, almighty father; the LORD of all lands and peoples and ways!” Saith he the Father!Book Of Redemption - In The Spirit in Free Verse More Like This
In the spirit upon the isle of Jesherma was I, on the day of the LORD unto worship and meditation when I heard a voice from my rear. “I am Alpha and Omega, first and Last; the one who is, was and soon shall be. The Almighty. What thou hast bare witness, right upon a book of parchment, and send to the seven cities of Knod: to Diana, to Sephletam, to Aztlan, to Phoinikes, to Non, to Leh-Fashra; and to Agust. And I turned to meet the one who spoke; and upon being turned saw that they were as though seven golden flames of light.
And among the golden flames of light, in the center of them was a man, tall as the floor meets the roof of my hovel; and his head and hair were a bright gray, as
The Letter to the Seven Churches[The Letter To The Churches]The Letter to the Seven Churches in Free Verse More Like This
Unto the church of Diana I write. Wisdom and patience brings great things under the works of the LORD and Father. Your patience and respect shall be rewarded for the time at hand. But forbear any reward until the end of the word of Abbah the father; for thou must repent against these things.
For the church of Diana I write. Thou hast a sign of praise and worthiness, and this must end; for you build your pedestal as high as the gentile gods, and this you shall fall from. As for the things thou hast done well, I praise thee in good name for the works of Amon, which thou hates and I loathe. For this you shall receive a crown of life. But repent! For this crown of life is always accompanied by a shield of wisdom, for ye shall lead the generations of nations as the city of all the lands until the end of the word of Abbah the father. Repent and forsaken the ways of pride, and you shall receive a crown of life and a shield of wisdom.
For the church of S
The First SealAnd the lamb of God opened the first seal, and loosed the seal and read thereon, and an angel with me came forth and saith on me, “Come with thee and join thou in seeing the hereafter,” And I joined him, and beheld a great site. For Diana was a city of crystal and glass. And the people had built great towers to live in, and beasts with wheels upon them carted men and women forth and about to places beneath the towers, and birds upon the skies were as though the size of great houses and screamed under the speed of their flight. And out of their bellies came forth men and women, the people of Diana, and two and fro they went about great structures. And the walls of Diana had crumbled beneath these towers, and structures of stone and crystal, each greater than the last shown forth, and metals and shiny things from the city were made to show its wealth. And the angel who accompanied me saith on me, “for this world things exist that have not before, and upon this world,The First Seal in Free Verse More Like This
The Marriage Of The LambOut of Heaven came the voices of the Saints who were ready to sow the Earth with their sickles of rock and iron and great metals. ‘Alleluia and power and greatness to the LORD thy God, and the King of Kings, son of Nations! Blessed be them that tread his path and them who follow behind; that the Wrath of the LORD hath come, and the bride of the king hath been made ready!’ And I beheld, for a young woman stood about the Earth in the temple of the LORD, and her beauty was as the sun which shineth upon the Earth, and of the skies peaceful and quiet which sit above the Earth and look down.The Marriage Of The Lamb in Free Verse More Like This
And her voice as though wine and soft and of great melody; and she stood with the son of nations, the Lamb of God as a bride ready. And with admiration I stared upon her and were made to admire her. And the angel with me who had cast the seventh plague upon the Earth spake. ‘Herein King of the Knodites sits the bride of the Earth, for she is the Earth and is ready to be so
dreamsong :work in progress:i. from the seadreamsong :work in progress: in Short Stories More Like This
The girl in the white dress is splayed against the salt-dark sand like a scrap of cloth. The sea, receding, whispers quiet self-assurances.
The boy who travels shadows hates this part of his patrol. He belongs beneath the trees and in the dense, wet heat--not here. Here, he is prey to endlessness.
The shadow boy skirts the fringes of the sand, taking what comfort he can from the stunted groundcover, blue and faintly glowing in the moonlight. The muscles in his shoulders twitch, and he grits his teeth against the overwhelming fear of exposure.
At least astronomy is in his favor--full moons make for good shadows. Quick escapes.
The heady rush and hiss of the ocean is making him nearly come undone when he sees her, the dress shining like a strand of whitecap detached and thrown back. He tenses.
He gulps a deep breath and steadies himself before throwing himself in the openness of beach. With no shadows to hold onto, h
PilkunnussijaHere's what I think:Pilkunnussija in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There's a certain joy in not doing this face-to-face. For one, I don't have to leave my apartment and I have the quiet company of my goldfish and my goldfish alone. (I don't like people, which is why I love books. You can understand that.) For another, I don't have to see your presumably crestfallen and injured attitude when I tear apart the prose you cried and bled and sweated over for weary nights on end. But really the best parts are those uninterrupted hours alone with your manuscript and the shred of you that lies inside. It's a small shred, but an important one. It's the one that tells me who you are and what you think and how you feel and I never have to look at you and be disappointed when the real thing doesn't come up to scratch. As I sit there, un-tensing and re-tensing and tense-shifting and shift-entering (and damn it, wishing English were like German so I could get rid of those clunky space-wasting n-dashes--oh, damn there they are again) I feel li
all that hasn't happenedPretty please listen to the audio.all that hasn't happened in Free Verse More Like This
i want to remember
the rumbling piano baritones
high notes like hailstones--your hands
running soundless scales.
i want the summer seas
the vineyard overlook, the olive
trees and sunwarmed coasts.
we filled the empty pages
with whole notes and halftones,
oceans and lovesongs.
we lived, we live
inkstained and drowning
through nights thick with words
and days shot with sound.
Guardian"A day like today happens--maybe twice in a whole season."Guardian in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's all hot sun and achingly blue sky, and you're sitting leonine on the hood of your battered pickup. I wish I could draw just to capture you like this--squinting into the horizon, one knee drawn up to rest your elbow on, hair windswept. I'd keep the white t-shirt and jeans, but I'd add wings: big, dusky gray things, relaxed and resting open on the windshield, pale underbellies to the sun. It'd fit, somehow, with you.
"Remember that big storm they had up north last week?"
"Yeah." I wouldn't have forgotten, not after the charts and scans you showed me. I only saw a mess of swirling colors like an end-of-the-day paint palette, but you saw sense in the chaos.
You ease off the truck and walk toward my white picket fence perch. "The wildflowers bloomed like all hell out by the lake." Resting your arms along the top beam, you gaze off into the distance for a minute longer before turning mischievous eyes my way. "Want to go see?"
ocean planetsRead aloud here.ocean planets in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and what immortal hand or eye could frame
the cities drowned in sharp, unspoken fears,
and sound the silent depths and dream to tame
their deepest of abyssal teeth. and years
will pass and years will follow down below.
and roaming jaws will take their prey and grin
and fear no cosmic consequence. they know
that blackened waves will hide the darkest sin.
no faith survives these godforsaken seas,
no faith can match the weight of death and space--
the snow of snuffed-out souls feeds this disease:
leaves leper scars on corpses doomed to waste,
and soft, with gentle hands it leads them down
the breakers will always call us homedon't mind my voicethe breakers will always call us home in Free Verse More Like This
in the twilight.
i am without shoes,
beneath my wings.
i was the well that fed the lake--
i [saw] your fingers touching the water.
where did you sleep last night?
suffocation keepthis city suffocates so we don'tsuffocation keep in Free Verse More Like This
no, at best
we sing in sign language:
the hushed glances, the solidity
of shoulder blades
let's leave the choking crowds
and chase out somewhere
where the wind blows
wide and rich--
where the knotted songs in your
to take these beartrap ribs
and let us
The FountainThere were sixteen tall windows. She'd counted them over and over when she was small, her chubby finger outstretched as she spun in tiny circles. Eight walls, sixteen windows, thirty-two black curtainsthe arithmetic of her childhood.The Fountain in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Eight window seats, Daddy. Eight buttons on eachsixty-four. I counted."
The fountain stood dry and dead-center in the middle of the black and white tiles. Eight sides, eight lion-mouth spouts. Sixteen limestone mermaids poised gracefully around the edge. Four thousand and ninety-six blue tiles. Five hundred and twelve white.
And two doors. Always the two doors, huge and solid and radiating a sense of looming disdain. The rough oak had bitten her hands and it bit them now, when she pressed her palms against it. The doors eased open like wings outstretching, coming to rest against stone doorstops.
Her boots clicked against the marble flooring as she advanced, each click reverberating through the silent room. A mute ghost of a man stood in
driftListen to this aloud here.drift in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes we move like glaciers.
slow sliding continental shift
one particle at a time--
our vantage point unchanged for years
and years will pass with more years behind
and we will remain deceptively still
we carry things with us,
pebbles and twigs we rest on
for years and years--
but we can cast back
explore the ages we contain,
kept safe inside ourselves.
each grain of sand held close
whispering of ages long since returned to dust--
ages we have seen grow and die
ages we carry
we move like glaciers
quiet and assured
and years will pass with more years behind
but when time has grown tired,
we will remain.
we will have tales to tell.
Entreaty to the DeafAllow me for a moment to be selfish.Entreaty to the Deaf in Free Verse More Like This
Though I ask much of you,
Still I ask this:
To whomever has the power,
Trade me for the world a trinket.
Trade me a life for every human soul.
Take every floating ship and sink it,
Break me into pieces or consume me whole.
Sweep up the universe like dust -
All the galaxies, black holes, nebulae.
Tear it down to a quivering mass of rust,
And if this is too low a price to pay,
I beg you tell me what monstrosity
Will earn the favor I request of you.
What black, loathsome atrocity
Need I commit? Whatever you ask, I'll do
That she might breathe a minute longer
Than God saw fit to give her breath,
And now I make my final offer
To angels, demons, God, or Death:
Let her exist where I cannot touch her.
Let me know she lives.
If I shall never see her face
Or hear her laughter,
Let me be the one to suffer -
Take my offer -
Allow me for a moment to be selfish.
Though I ask much, still I ask this
To whomever has the power.
ScabpickingI have been ill the way the sun is illScabpicking in Free Verse More Like This
In the black empty of nowhere
With a thousand fragments floating,
(Adoring in rings and ovals)
And no light but its own
Lonesick stare reflected from a thousand
Dull copying fragments; and it presumes
It is the loneliest of the universe's
I have been ill the way chalk is ill
On the blackboard staring out at
Uncomprehending faces, and then
In one let'smoveon wipe
Cleared from existence;
And some did not finish their notes.
I am ill with the grandiose
Ill-used illness, swirling my tongue
Against my own abscesses
And crying oh God it hurts
When they might have healed
But for my own foolish
Probing painful wanting.
The Triolet TripletOh, my darling, you are a mountain toweringThe Triolet Triplet in Free Verse More Like This
Over my dim valleys hemmed with rivers.
The grand presence of your beauty overpowering,
Oh, my darling, you are a mountain towering
Over my valleys richly flowering,
And the sunbeams from your shoulders give me shivers.
Oh, my darling, you are a mountain towering
Over my dim valleys hemmed with rivers.
Oh, my dear, what winds might blast me
If not for your outstretched arms?
In this role that nature cast me,
Oh, my dear, what winds might blast me!
Mourning rivers would outlast me
With no haven for my fragile charms.
Oh, my dear, what winds might blast me,
If not for your outstretched arms.
Oh, my love, perhaps now you can see
Why I look up as though you are a peak
So unreachable and distant from tiny me,
Oh, my love, perhaps now you can see
(Though I think you still may not agree)
Without you bracing me, I am so weak.
Oh, my love, perhaps now you can see
Why I look up as though you are a peak.
On a KissIt is not a taste,On a Kiss in Free Verse More Like This
My tongue running over my lips...
It is not a taste you have left,
For I taste only myself again,
But I taste now also
The absence of your lips.
It is not a sound you have left,
But the silence remembers your laugh,
And the floor recalls your feet,
Marking itself not with footprints
But with an absence of footprints:
The cold of my side remembering
Your warmth against it.
How Terrible It Must Be to Be a Musethe pianerpaintistHow Terrible It Must Be to Be a Muse in Free Verse More Like This
artist with a soft smile for sunwinged birds
even if he says they're duller than crows
ravens clamor in his desk drawers,
(but finches at the windows)
cliche or not there's beauty in a rose
or a skyscraperline on the horizon
something shiny and alive
and easy to keep eyes on
when you're sitting on a bathroom floor
trying to be born with Eels in your ears
and all the world asleep or dying
or shuddering with you
i wish the world was girl+(boy+city)
no care of cliches or crows
but it can't be, he knows
((i'll never be qualified to write this
i may have gotten it all wrong
maybe he will say
something that shatters
but he said i was a lovely poet
i had to))
Of Eliot and Alphabet SoupMan goes on his mismatchmaking wayOf Eliot and Alphabet Soup in Free Verse More Like This
All befuddled and besillied
By the sullied streets trashseeded
And growing up skyscrapers
Like mammoth trees to eat up all the sun.
He wonders why the days get shorter,
Even the summersinging days get shorter;
And the sky gets duller all scraped clean
With clouds in the gutters hugging sparrows,
And crows learning every day to cross the street.
He walks his life away.
He wanders and wonders his life away -
Never reaching out of his compoundcomplex street,
Until some Eliot composes love poetry to him;
And even then he widewonders why.
Flights of AngelsOh love, lie down again.Flights of Angels in Free Verse More Like This
Stop sitting so it seems as though
The sky lies on your shoulders.
Do not stoop so, oh love,
Lie down again. I am here
To push stars from your back
And wipe the dust from your eyes.
Oh love, do let's not stay up tonight
Wondering over hows and whys,
Or whether the money is due
Thursday or Friday. Let's not cry
Against the wrongness you see
Under the streetlights.
Oh love, don't let's cry.
Lie in the silence.
Die with me a while,
I will kiss your arms
And promise not to smile.
But love, lie down and sigh,
Slip back to sleep with me.
Release the hopeless weight
Of the sky above your dreams.
On a Bed Like an OceanShipwrecked on the shores of your body,On a Bed Like an Ocean in Free Verse More Like This
I have forgotten how to count the hours in days,
Or the weeks in years; I have forgotten how to speak.
I crawled across your skin - like sand
Shifting under the rolling waves -
Onto the hard ground where you lay
And kissed it, and made of it my shelter.
Now I know only the language of the wind
That blows from your mouth
As laughter makes it into a sky.
Now I know only the light of the sun
That my sight makes of your eyes.
Lonely would I be if I remembered others
But I rest on you now with nothing in my mind,
Only the lullaby of your waves
And the breeze of your laughter.
Well, Why Did We Come Here?We took a drive down to Arizona last summer -Well, Why Did We Come Here? in Free Verse More Like This
I know, it was a terrible season to do it, but
We didn't have enough time off while
She was in school, and I had just gotten
My vacation, so summer it had to be.
We were cruising down the road through the desert,
(And I know people say that deserts are full of cactuses,
But really they aren't, I mean, I only saw like
Seven the whole trip and that was really disappointing
Because I was only really in it for the cactuses;
Oh, but I'm rambling) and she asked me
Why there even are roads in the middle of
What is bascially an enormous sand dune,
So I said I guess there must be towns out here
In this enormous sand dune, places that need
Getting-to. She looked up at the empty shallow-water
Blue of the sky and said, well why would there be
Towns out here? Between the heat and the salt flats
And the lack of cacti (which she said for my benefit)
I don't see why anyone would visit a desert,
Much less live in it. Which was something to think on,
So I di
Springing UpEuphoria is a boySpringing Up in Free Verse More Like This
With laughing eyes and spry legs
Who comes sometimes and
Makes a mess of my garden,
And chases the cats,
And leaves footprints in the mud
Perched on the tree with green
Singing them open
And flying away with the scent of pollen.
Always unmindful of tomorrow
And forgetful of yesterday,
Euphoria like a joyful little bumblebee
Comes visiting the same flowers
Every day, just as happily
As the first day it came.
However Unlikely Ch. 5Chapter Five: HornbeamHowever Unlikely Ch. 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elijah let Zia off a little ways past where he had originally seen her, mostly because he didnt want the other Sentinels to know what hed done. Zia hopped off his hand and started running. She had to get back to the orphanage at the same time as everyone else, or else. It was rude of her, but she didnt have time to worry about that right now.
Now I know it was me, Elijah cursed internally as she bolted away from him. He had no way to know what was waiting for her at Hornbeam. He stood slowly and trudged back to the wall, not even looking at her over his shoulder.
Zia was panting by the time she reached the orphanage. She wasnt late. Eunice and Becky were just walking in. Zia hurried to catch up with them, hoping Smythe wouldnt notice.
Well, well, well, Smythes rough voice called out. The prodigal misfit returns.
Zia froze. She could feel his eyes boring into her. Smythe clicked his tongue agains
However Unlikely Ch. 3Chapter Three: CareHowever Unlikely Ch. 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He could feel her eyes on his back, examining him. He tensed under the seven-year-old's scrutiny. Elijah wondered what she was expecting. He thought back to the image of her caretaker, Ophelia Mauze. The fat pig. He sighed and looked over his shoulder. Zia took a few steps back as one of the Sentinel's grey eyes locked on her. She looked at her bare feet, suddenly wishing for shoes. Well, shoes and normal eyes. Elijah turned to face her, his hands pressing the countertop. She wasn't looking at him. He leaned down, trying to get a better look at her now the dirt and grime was gone. Her hair was a deep blonde, reminiscent of the color of ripe straw. Her skin was only a shade or so lighter than his own, probably from wandering around looking for something to eat. His midsection suddenly rumbled, causing both of them to start. Zia's wide eyes stared up at him, terror gripping her small frame.
"Guess I'm a bit hungry too," Elijah tried to laugh it off. "PB and J sound go
However Unlikely Ch. 14Chapter Fourteen: VolkovHowever Unlikely Ch. 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ophelia tapped her shoe, wondering where the foreigner was. She had expected him to show up hours ago. Her eyes narrowed as an imposing, barrel-chested man carrying a medical bag approached. He was well over six foot tall with dark brown hair and eyes. His chin and jaw were overgrown with a course beard, and his mouth was hidden with a matching mustache. He stopped a few feet from the squat woman.
"Why you call?" he growled through a thick accent. "I very busy man, Ms. Mauze."
Ophelia barely flinched. She had called Volkov in before. Smiling, she let the burly man inside. He was good at keeping his mouth shut, and that was all that mattered to her. He waded past her, already knowing where to go. His eyes briefly glanced at the room the children called Punishment. There was whimpering inside, but Volkov kept walking. His destination was further down. Smythe's hysterical cackling reached his ears as he began descending the steps. So the child was still breathing.
However Unlikely Ch. 20Chapter Twenty: LossHowever Unlikely Ch. 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zia went to see Eve and Sent'nel every day of her break, swapping stories and bad jokes. Volkov didn't ask where she went, and she was glad. She was currently lying on her bed reading a book Eve had recommended. There was a knock on the morgue door. Zia waited for Volkov's heavy footfalls to descend the stairs. The knocking came again. She sighed, rolling her eyes and marking her place. Shoving her hands in her pockets, she went down to the morgue. The knocking became more and more urgent.
"Coming, coming," Zia muttered. She opened the door to an overly happy woman. Keeping her head down, Zia surveyed her. She was tall, thin with a toothy smile. Her hooked nose stuck out too far and her eyes were too close together. She wore a gaudy dress trimmed with faux fur and stilettos.
"Good afternoon," the stranger said with forced cheer. "I'm here today to talk about the Sentinel program. Did you know that for every one human Sentinel there are five, I repeat, five giants?"
However Unlikely Ch. 19Chapter Nineteen: GuardianshipHowever Unlikely Ch. 19 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Volkov sifted through the mail, grumbling at spam and bills. A large, yellow envelop caught his attention. He glanced at the return address. It finally came, he thought, relieved. He ripped it open, briefly scanning the cover letter. He was more interested in the certificate that had come with it. Barely believing his tired eyes, he tucked it back in its envelope. He walked to the morgue, grabbing his coat as he went. His feet carried him along the familiar path. She was talking to another student, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. Her cream skin gleamed in the sunlight, dark eyes flashing benevolently. He waited until the other student walked away.
"Hello, Grigori," she smiled up at him.
"Naomi," he grunted, pulling out the certificate.
"Oh, Grigori!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands over her mouth. "That's wonderful!"
"Da," he slipped it back in the envelope. "Was wondering, Naomi, you like children?"
She tilted her head slightly, wonderin
However Unlikely Ch. 9Chapter Nine: LaughterHowever Unlikely Ch. 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Katrine wondered where Eve and Zia had wandered off to. She had already checked the tourist district, Mad Old Elma telling her she had chased them off earlier that day. Beggars make for poor business, she had said. Katrine scoffed. What did Mad Old Elma know about business? Katrine watched a family of three buy a late lunch. Her heart grew heavy. The kid was about the same age as Eve and Zia. Her eyes grew soft, wondering why they hated Zia so much. She was a sweet kid. Aloof at first, sure, but still. It was only because of Lard and Smythe. Katrine knew they were trying to break her, and she was honestly impressed that Zia hadn't broken yet. She'd been in Hornbeam her whole life, literally. Then Lard and Smythe had convinced her that her mother had abandoned her because of her eyes. Katrine loved those eyes. Her own were unique, being a rich gold color, but to have two different color eyes! Katrine twirled, remembering how Zia's eyes sparkled whenever she smiled
However Unlikely Ch. 4Chapter Four: ReturnHowever Unlikely Ch. 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zia felt so secure, protected. She barely felt her Sentinel wrap his other fingers around her. All thoughts of the orphanage and Madam Margie and Smythe disappeared. She wished the moment would last forever, that she never had to go back. She opened her eyes and started giggling at the mess on her Sentinels finger. Her eyes darted to his. All the worry had left Elijah's eyes when she giggled in his fingers. She saw his smile, and, remembering the sweet, gooey, nutty, fruity yumminess from earlier, started licking his finger. He couldnt help quirking an eyebrow. I mustve done something right, he thought. Unfortunately, his shoulder was starting to ache. If he could just hold still long enough, maybe she would see he was a good guy. Still, his arm was starting to cramp up.
Uh, Zia? he said, as gently as possible. I kinda gotta move now, hon.
She stopped licking the second he started talking, her tongue still sticking
However Unlikely Ch. 22Chapter Twenty-Two: HomeHowever Unlikely Ch. 22 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bright sunlight streamed into the room, highlighting the mass of copper brown hair draped on the white bed sheets. The steady beeping of the heart monitor the only sound aside from the girls' breathing. A large man with wild dark hair sat across the room, head in his hands. The blond had been unconscious for two days now. Naomi walked into the room and sat next to him, wrapping an arm around him. His head came up, eyes searching her. She glanced to the girls, praying for a miracle.
Zia's head was in a fog. She didn't remember falling asleep, but she must have. Her eyelids twitched slightly in the sunlight. She shifted slightly. The last thing she remembered was running into the storm and - Her eyes flew open. She was alive and . . . where was she? She was suddenly aware of a rhythmic beeping. It was kind of relaxing. She looked around, turning her head slightly.
"Grigori," Naomi whispered, noticing the blond moving. Volkov's head shot up. She's alive,
However Unlikely Ch. 2Chapter Two: Safe?However Unlikely Ch. 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zia floundered in the bowl of now dirty water. She hoped the Sentinel would be back soon. While the water wasn't overly deep, she still didn't like feeling trapped. She tried to climb out again and only succeeded in falling back into the bowl for the umpteenth time.
Elijah leaned against the door, attempting to calm himself. He was still shocked that there was so little information on her. Didn't that orphanage keep better records? Didn't they try to get kids like Zia adopted? Elijah upper lip curled as he fumbled with his buttons. He shrugged the top of his uniform off and stalked back to the computer.
"Hornbeam Orphanage," he snarled. The computer hummed again. This time more information was displayed. He scanned the page, searching for the proprietor. Bingo. Ms. Ophelia Mauze. He glared at her image, fat cheeks turning into a triple chin beneath a hideously colored scowl. Her unnaturally red hair done up in a way that seemed to exaggerate her fat. Her eyes, beady
However Unlikely Ch. 1Chapter One: Found?However Unlikely Ch. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elijah sighed as he looked around the city, his grey eyes not really seeing much of anything. He squatted down, cursing the boots they forced him to wear. No insoles allowed, damn bastards. Those black boots hurt his feet and the material of his uniform was barely any better. It itched every time he moved. He plucked at the drab grey front, fingering a black button. The sleeves were short, exposing his tanned muscular arms. He was one of the fittest Sentinels to oversee this area, and the youngest. Elijah sighed again and decided to head back to the station for lunch. It was a quiet day, after all.
“‘Scuse me? Mr. Sent’nel, sir?” a small voice piped up to his left, interrupting his train of thought. He turned his head and saw a small human child. He slowly wiped his hand down his face and attempted to smile. Probably lost, he thought grouchily. Tourists always seem to lose their kids beyond The Wall.
“Lost, little one?
155this is not the time or place for us to speak like this. we are sitting in your car at the walmart parking lot. it's not a mile from my house, but it's better than stopping at the dead end of my street.155 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we don't move for the five seconds following the moment you cut the ignition; from there, your eyes drop to the stuffed animal you won me -- a token of the high-noon days of our summer -- that oscillates between your hands.
the sun shifts from low to lower, dipping behind clouds and city silhouettes until the lights come on. the list of things i need to tell you becomes unreadable in the failing light, so you press a button and i can see again.
i wish there was a button like that for you, and for me. maybe it would be between the fingers of our opposite hands, so if the webbings of our thumbs met in embrace, you would remember the way you felt for me in the nights we spent on friends' couches, just revelling in the feel of each other's bodies
a new heartbeatyou would have told her that she was the most beautiful idea in the world if it meant getting in her pants. please, close your mouth: it's unbecoming to gape so openly. this isn't disgusting, this isn't piggish. this is called human nature. you are a filthy, instinctual body following your hormones instead of heart. if you say otherwise, you're a liar. if you agree, you're a liar anyway.a new heartbeat in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
let's backtrack. the music is so loud, you can feel it in your teeth. the bass is thumping hard enough that it's resetting your heartbeat. your bones turn to sand and the smoke is so thick, you can't feel your body anymore. welcome to the night. here, you are anyone you want to be. you can get the girl with the flat stomach and diamond belly button, you can get the girl with the thick glasses and anti-establishment tshirt. because everyone is just a thriving org
barcelona is burningi owe you an apology-barcelona is burning in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you, in the crowd,
the one panicking about reading
or the mess at home
or the sheer volume of people
pressing into you like corners;
the woman who birthed me into this world
through hours of agony
as though that wasn't enough
because doctor appointment after therapy appointment after residential stay after thirtieth pound lost,
i've put you through countless
warped into months of agony
you never asked for;
and you, oh, mostly you.
you, because as hard as i've beaten my own heart into the wall,
and as deep as i let you bury mine,
i know, somehow, i managed to do the same to you.
you left, and i left two weeks after.
every night was a terror;
every morning was a letdown.
i ached constantly
and threw myself into books
like they would become oxygen masks until i could breathe on my own again.
and here's the thing, you know,
because you would knock my legs out from under me again and again.
"let's fall back in love," you'd say,
and i would fall to
newnessi should have been wholernewness in Free Verse More Like This
the moon as it waxes
my breath as it wanes
blue in the night air,
i hope it spreads like wildfire.
i am writhing in my weak skin,
a dance like salt from the sea
in all its midnight shines.
i feel a strong beat
in my heart,
a deep breathing pulsing
in the cage of my chest.
it is like constellations,
my body, home.
it is like the whole house hums.
tonight is static electric.
if your body could talk,
it would tell you
it loves me
even if your heart doesn't.
mesentery.i get the same feeling lookingmesentery. in Free Verse More Like This
at you as i do dissecting cats
but it's ok
i know it just means
i want to be more in love than
the man who first wrote about true love;
i want it to swallow my soul
and i don't want to mind;
i want it to kill me
i think i should be dead
and this would be a beautiful way to go -
dying for someone better
than myself, unselfish until
realised it's the most selfish
of selfish things,
to love & be loved.
that kind of sickening.
paroxysms, that kind of sickening.
the shape of your lips,
in all their beauty:
that kind of
echolaliayou were the taste of something sweetecholalia in Free Verse More Like This
with the foreshadowed promise
of the bitterness that would soon
wash me to sea again.
the nights we spent
of clouds and of cloth-
frighten me as much
as they please me
the roiling ocean,
lapping at our heels
as we became lovers
under the sky;
the curses and hisses
of an extraterrestrial fire
as you whispered to me
to pay no attention
to the teenagers drunken
on the sand;
to feel your skin
along mine in lines
and your lips,
the entire inability
to dismiss the songs that
our hearts once sang
as fragmented fantasies
strikes chords of longing
and echolalia in me
as i utter the moans of
the single wolf
aching on the cliffs.
no amount of midnight,
nor any number of stars,
can take me out of the headlights
i walked toward the cars.
i do not know
how to live with you
as much as i do not know
how to live without you;
i am dead,
buried in the earth,
because knowing you
has rendered me
the first poem i wrote since i told you i love youthe star-soaked stainsthe first poem i wrote since i told you i love you in Free Verse More Like This
that covered our nudity
gives way at last
to a tequila sunrise,
so low in the sky;
it's still bright enough
to sting my eyes,
and yet i can't bring myself
to hate it.
your body next to mine,
every effort is made
to move a heavy limb
because any space
is space i don't want.
i am sometimes humbled
by my feelings,
the way they swell
in my throat
just how the ocean
tastes the shore.
there is always something new
to find hidden in my heart,
summoned by my words,
or the salt of your skin
wearing like wind on shale
i don't think i can ever tell you
i love you enough.
if i could, i would never get dressed
so that you could never be sad-
a rewind every time
my clothes touch the floor,
never anything but nude, not naked
because with you i can be bare
i can let you see my entirety
and leave my arms uncrossed,
i can let you in
and not fear that you will break me,
or force my inner things out.
i can love you with open arms
and my lip
incendiaryit was the city -- you know, a self-contained organism, a microcosm of reality in which we all take part. it's like a play, with our very orchestrated roles rehearsed perfectly until we can pull them off as smooth as ice.incendiary in Short Stories More Like This
it doesn't matter which city, because really, they're all the same -- paris, milan, barcelona...lawrence, pittsburgh, atlanta.
what matters is only that we were in the city. i was myself, playing the role of a love-struck jeweler, praying i could find just the right gem to put on my lover's finger someday, and she was herself, playing the role of sara.
sara, my love; sara, my heart; sara, the snow beneath my feet, the ice begging for me to slip
but still, we were here. glimpses of this city swallow my hunger -- i might never eat again if this were my home, the way it filled me up. but the moment i broke eye contact with this entity, this city with its glittering skyline, i felt the hollows in me ache again.
it felt rig
a lack of language, in coloursyou tell me you miss mea lack of language, in colours in Free Verse More Like This
and that i am more beautiful
than any girl in georgia
or even barcelona.
everything is fitting like magic
between fingers when they
and i swear for the past three nights,
that's all i've dreamt.
give me acrylics
and i still can't make you see
the exact shade of warm
you are to me.
give me the ocean
and there are not enough waves
in its body
to show just the way i feel
when our own vessels move together.
seven months since we last said goodbye,
since we last said hello-
i could fill libraries
to love you.
what i really want to ask
is if you think you can
love me this time.
i am wasted , loveit isn't that i'm not enoughi am wasted , love in Free Verse More Like This
it's that i'm too much
rolling hills, salient where
silence should be,
valleys deep like gorges
and rocky like crags.
if i whittle my waist
to a point,
a narrow tip sharp
and lusting for blood,
would i be worthy?
would my heart expound
and writhe in revelations,
would we become the married summer
with starry thieves masking our
this is when i hurl myself into
desperate blue strobes
and feel the bass line drilling the
too-hidden, secret and avian
bones with the bird behind their
cage. this is when i feel hot
hands pressing over cold hips,
when i feel warm for the first time
in what's felt like the eternity
spent holding my breath,
this is when i feel like i could
and you just
I Wish.I wish I were a catI Wish. in Free Verse More Like This
With fur as black as night.
I'd lie and sit and lick myself,
And crap just where I like.
I wish I were a dog,
With fur as thick as Bush.
I'd run and fetch and pant a lot,
And bite you when I want.
I wish I were a bird,
Without fur, that'd be weird.
I'd tweet and flutter and peck and stuff,
And shit right on your car.
I wish I were an animal,
Not a human, weird and bald.
I'd get to do what I like,
Rather than compose bad poetry.
How?Why is a simple man able to cry,How? in Free Verse More Like This
and weep, weep, weep,
Until the very rivers run dry?
The burning light in his life,
Stands by and witness,
Whilst in her hand lies the Knife,
The tool of his undoing,
The wretched, curséd blade -
And the searing burn is brewing.
How can his closest friend,
The one with which he hides,
Be so naive, nor even comprehend.
And how can this world exist,
When such cries, cries;
For blissful death, are blurted in it's midst.
PowerlessI hate this wall between us.Powerless in Free Verse More Like This
I try and hold you, embrace you to me,
This wall halts my tracks.
To hold you and comfort you,
It's all I want.
I wish I could shield you from those who hurt you,
From the way I cause you pain myself.
Why can I not heal your hurt,
Banish your fears?
Is it so much to ask to be there for you?
I love you, as my friend.
A gentle compassion.
It hurts that you are so wrapped up in pain,
Enveloped in anguish,
And I am powerless.
HobbitHobbit Bobbit,Hobbit in Free Verse More Like This
Short and fat.
Smells like Yorkshire,
Obssessed with Cats.
St Valentine's Day SucksOne and the four,St Valentine's Day Sucks in Free Verse More Like This
Slapped with a "th",
The day of St. Love returns.
A day made for love,
For flowers and hugs,
For gushy romantic stuff.
I have to ask about
What's so unique,
About the fourteenth,
That makes it so special
In the eyes of the couples
Could it be the four?
A four letter word,
It's a nice sounding thing
Quite mellow and soft
On the ear.
Or perhaps it's the teenth
A hidden reminder of youth,
With an added th sound
For the measure.
Whether or not it's the sound,
Or the letter, I have to ask
What's so special,
About this St Valentines Day.
It makes the loving couples poor,
Empty wallets on the floor
And singles like me depressed.
LeftEvery soft word you whispered,Left in Free Verse More Like This
The utterance touched my heart.
Every small touch or clasp,
It made it flutter.
With you, beauty was around,
In every tree, mouse or pebble.
You brought out the sun,
And tucked it in at night.
I would have given my life for that smile,
That crooked ray of light.
I would have sold my soul,
To stick it to your face.
But those soft words,
They turn to poison.
It congeals within me,
Drowning me in it.
Your touch was a subtle stab,
Rending my ribs to grasp my heart.
The flutter is an explosion,
Of agonising emotion.
The beauty has gone.
You drained it, with me.
I sold my soul,
But you just smothered it.
You knew you lied when you comforted me,
Knew you injected poison to already dying flesh.
Im tired of being human,
Tired of this pain.
ShrunkI tried so hard,Shrunk in Free Verse More Like This
I scraped and crawled,
And wound up at your door.
I clambered through the mass,
The crowds of friends,
Warmth long lost to me.
I looked at you,
I tugged your hand
Looking up at you from below,
But you did not see,
No, you did not see this
Little boy holding your hand,
You gazed above him,
You did not look down,
For he was too short.
And so I shrink,
Shrink further, alone,
Into my corner.
Away from the rest,
Wishing you would have
Held my hand;
A tear on my cheek.
The Dark FigureThe shadowy figure clambered quietly up the guttering and darted lithely across the rooftop. His combat boots gripped the snow well and the man moved with the weary confidence of a veteran, reaching the skylight that was his destination swiftly. Testing the iced rim of the window with a gloved finger, he found it unlocked the owner clearly thinking the distasteful mass of Christmas decorations that smothered the opening an acceptable deterrent. The dark figure smiled to himself, easily manoeuvring through the cheap adornments without so much as a rustle. He flipped mid-fall, landing deftly on the thick carpet beneath before quickly checking his surroundings. The blanketed shape of the sleeping couple hadn't stirred, the curled mass rising and falling regularly with each large and loud intake of breath.The Dark Figure in General Fiction More Like This
Staying crouched, the man stepped slowly towards the door, turning the handle silently, despite it's age. He pulled it shut behind him before moving down the hall. H
Spearmint.There is a man with a hat,Spearmint. in Free Verse More Like This
Its a purple bowler hat.
Although kindly accepted,
And often praised,
His shoes dont match,
With this purple bowler hat,
For they are yellow.
SquareMad as a hatter,Square in Free Verse More Like This
Battier than milk
A piano on a bottle,
Wrapped in the silky embrace
Of a unicorn.
The grass tickles my ankles,
Growing tall from the sky
Whilst the bright blue floor,
Smiles down on me,
The dolphins piercing it
Like a badger
I know not why
Upon the wall,
Ne'er telling the truth,
But it came to me then
It was never the rabbit's fault
But the Walrus.
FFH: Chapter 18 - Teardrops In Her Heart“YOU DID WHAT?!” Tim exclaimed.FFH: Chapter 18 - Teardrops In Her Heart in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His voice echoed against the walls and caused what few people there were in the hall to look our way. Colm and I bumped into Tim on the way to another meeting in the castle. Thanks to the Invisible Intruder and the skunk attack, business wasn’t settled from the day before. I was explaining the concept of television to Colm when he chimed in about his tests with crystals to create a moving picture synced with sound. Somewhere along the way it led to the revelation that it was already a week since I arrived in Tergaia.
“I…I used a Crossin’ Spell tuh get’er…” Colm said again, nervous about Tim’s reaction.
“If you’re taking the piss right now, I swear I will Hex you from here to Boudan and back without a second thought.” Tim stated in a serious tone. When he saw Colm’s expression stayed just as it was, his face dropped. “You’re not kidding. You
FFH: Chapter 19 - Smoke And MirrorsRegaining consciousness was excrutiating. It was like walking through a sea of thick, swirling mud while wearing a suit of rusted armor. Lifting my eyelids was an impossibility I couldn’t imagine. Getting on my feet and figuring out where I was felt worse. The only good feeling came from the fact I was no longer cold, wet, or in pain. Of course, it was probably because I couldn’t feel anything else but the room spinning around me.FFH: Chapter 19 - Smoke And Mirrors in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oh man, am I dead? Is this what it feels like to be dead? I asked myself in the swirling darkness. Oh crap, if I am dead, does this mean I went South instead of North? I mean, I always figured that was my final destination, but still! Crap, Crap, CRAP INNA HAT…but then again, I was expecting a lot more fire and brimstone…
Then I started hearing voices in the distance.
There wasn’t much to make out at first. There were two distinct voices, discussing something with each other. Soon enough I made out their conversatio
FFH: Chapter 11 - The FestivalFFH: Chapter 11 - The Festival in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Okay, so, there’s Loki, Einar, Ankou, Mahuta, Iansa, Asthore, Dao-Ming.” I counted out, hoping I wasn’t butchering the pronounciations too much. “Quetzal and Tezcatl are the twins, Pualani gets extra offerings on festival days because she’s the patron of parties.”
“Celebrations an’ Revelry.” Colm corrected.
“Oh, same damn thing.”
“Then ye have the King an’ Queen a’ the gods, Ca-!”
“Caduceus and Kismet. Right.”
The temple was an immense structure that sat on a hill overlooking the city, colossal even to the Giants themselves. Built in the same style as ancient Greek temples, large white columns supported the open-air building and curved along the exterior. Hundreds of Giant citizens occupied the temple and more ran up and down the immense stairs. Some sat on the steps, waiting for others to arrive or to finish paying their tributes or just to catch their breath. It was worth sitt
FFH: Chapter 17 - Pet Or Friend?I didn’t dare move.FFH: Chapter 17 - Pet Or Friend? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was bad enough to have a grumpy, rudely awoken lion standing above me; I really didn’t want to attract its attention. Standing between the pair of massive white columns that consisted of the beast’s front legs was terrifying enough to last me a lifetime. My knees wouldn’t stop knocking and made me want to collapse onto the hay-strewn floor. The only consolation was the presence of the lions -the stall housed a pair of the felines- kept Ridley at bay.
“Come on…come to Ridley. Don’t want to be kitty food, do you?” she tried to convince me in a sweet voice, opening the stall door enough to let her hand through. The look on her face as she tried to reach for me was priceless. She was pale as a sheet and quaking all over, her eyes darting between each lion and me. It was all I could do to keep from laughing.
She made a big mistake when she lunged for me, however. I back-pedaled when I saw her move and the lion st
FFH: Epilogue - Life Goes On“I don’t think you ever told me how long you’ve been here, Bridget.”FFH: Epilogue - Life Goes On in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“It has to be about a month by now…give or take.”
“I remember my first few weeks. It sure as heck wasn’t easy, but I don’t think I have to tell you that, huh?”
“Yeah, I know Kirby. But I do have to admit, these last 2 weeks have been better than the first few.”
“I’d like to tell you everything’s changed since Colm woke up, but it hasn’t. He’s taking little steps to be better around me, and I think I appreciate that more than anything else, really.”
“I remember those times too. I take it he got rid of the cage you were staying in?”
“Oh God no, I wasn’t staying in a cage.”
“Lucky you then.”
“Oh jeez, did they…?”
“Yeah, but there was a good reason for it. Molly and Hogan have this big flat-faced cat named Rotchester. The
FFH: Chapter 4 - Road To ArcadiaFFH: Chapter 4 - Road To Arcadia in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For one brief, shining moment I forgot where I was.
Reality, however, came crashing down like a ton of bricks when I opened my eyes.
With a giant face only a few feet away from mine, screaming and backing away as fast as possible was only natural. I came to my senses when my back hit the arm still lying across his chest. Colm’s wide eyes found mine in an instant and he shushed me just as quickly. His gaze darted back and forth between me and something he saw behind me. Taking the hint, I decided to see what was catching his attention and held off taking offense to being hushed. My jaw dropped at what I saw.
I couldn’t decide what was more terrifying about the creature: that I was looking at a real, massive, and brutal-looking dragon…or that it was sniffing the Magical barrier rope near the hammock.
Ducking behind the cover of his arm, I turned towards Colm in the hopes he’d have some kind of p
FFH: Chapter 13 - Unexpected Guests“What the Hell are you-?” I asked, turning in my chair. My jaw hit the floor when I came face to face with the voice and I jumped out of my seat to greet him properly. “Ignatius! The Hell are you doing here, Jersey Boy?!”FFH: Chapter 13 - Unexpected Guests in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Enjoying the party, same as you, Jersey Girl.” Ignatius answered as we shook hands. I offered the other empty seat at the table to him. His sudden appearance was such a shock that I almost forgot to sit down myself. “Can you believe we’re at the Lord of the Land’s house? It’s something else, ain’t it?”
“Yeah, it sure is swanky as Hell. But what did you mean by ‘popular’? I’ve been sitting here keeping to myself for most of the night.”
“But you had quite the lengthy conversation with the King of Riese. It made you a hot topic as soon as they left the room. Seems he’s barely spoken a word to anybody here and you’ve lasted longer than five minut
FFH: Chapter 10 - The ReasonFFH: Chapter 10 - The Reason in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“…What?” I asked in complete disbelief.
“It’s pathetic alright?! I know that! I know!” he insisted, his voice back to a normal tone. He refused to look at me, and focused instead on the stone path. “E’eryone tells ye tuh be happy, that ye’ve got it good. Better’n the rest e’en, an’ that ye shoodne…shoodne feel the way ye do, but…but ye still do. Ye still do. An’ nothin’ they say helps, yer just…yer still feelin’ it an’ ye canna…ye canna just…”
With a deep breath to steady himself, Colm turned to face me. Tears ran down his face like waterfalls.
“Ye canna just make loneliness go ‘way.”
I had to sit down. This was a lot to process. My back found the nearest sunflower stem. I was shaking so hard I thought the flower would tremble as well.
“Liam has his family, Molly’s married an’ hal
FFH: Chapter 21 - PenanceAn eternity and a day passed before I opened my eyes again. I groaned at the invasive sunlight, rubbing my eyes and turning away from it to get comfortable again. It took a few minutes before I realized I was moving again. I shot straight up, not bothering to look around the room with my hazy vision. My glasses were missing and it took effort to distinguish one blob from the next.FFH: Chapter 21 - Penance in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That, and I was wondering why I woke up next to a Giant face in my catbed.
An all-too-familiar Giant face with messy, dirty blonde hair.
“Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers…” I mumbled to test out my throat and tongue. Satisfied with my voice, I pounded my fist a few times on his nose in case speaking wasn’t enough to rouse him from his sleep. “Colm, I’m going to ignore how awkward this is and just tell you to wake up. We need to talk. Right now.”
After a few more “gentle” nudges, he started to stir. He took in a deep breath and yawned be
Far From Home: Chapter 1 - SnatchedFar From Home: Chapter 1 - Snatched in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To most people, walking around Jersey City, New Jersey before dawn was the worst idea ever. It’s not a good sign when the rat across the road looks up from its trash breakfast at the sound of your voice. Not just because you’re belting your favorite verse of “Pinch Me” with a voice that resembles a cat in a blender, mind you. Mostly because Jersey City, as I have known it, is never quiet for long.
Whether it’s people shouting, sirens blaring, vehicles rolling by, or even random animals fighting, there’s always something to be heard at all hours of the day and night. August is one of the noisiest months of the year. Every kid in the neighborhood tries to pack as much as they can into each day before they head back to school in September. It also happens to be one of the most sweltering months of the year with everyone trying to be anywhere else but home.
It was a struggle to sleep thanks to the blistering temperatures and the absence of air con