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
Dead SoulDead Soul in Free Verse More Like This
when winter threw a laughing FIT
and spread her powder
on anorexic trees
and the wind coughed
the sullen ice from her
b r i t t l e lungs
"it is too much..."
a whimper, a moan
"i am decay-ing
rusted like silver thread
on a limb less tree."
and i walked on, pensive
FROZEN on my tongue
'til i found winter
and fell in love
with a dead soul
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
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
The AbuserThe Abuser in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i'm casting off all my
bluesy, blowsy layers
untangling the threads of
what shouldn't have stayed
stitching the best bits back
forever and again
i shall be the one you want
(this is heaven, i think
i wouldn't know
but he says it is, so...)
i am designed to please
once i get past what i was
created, now, to be
you need a towering paragon
of strength, of love, of virtue
i can give all that and more
for you won't take the other
you won't take my other self
(you taste like diamonds
darling of mine
sharp and beautiful)
bring me back again, please?
when you told me everything
the truth in harsh colors
that i wasn't good enough
but could be SO much better
i drank in your insults
the salt of your verbs
(i have never been right
no, never before
so he must be)
i'm ready now, for all that
you said could be mine
we give and we take
(you take and i give, give
i am not
Vicious Words(YES!)Vicious Words in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slash this soul to tatters
Silence it to black
See what looms inside my room
But never give it back
Leave it sweetly hanging
Bind it to my throat
Sympathize, then memorize
These vicious words I wrote
Slash this soul to tatters
Wind my heart in red
Pretty stitches for the witches
Who believe I'm dead
Call me by my horror
Gravitate the pain
When my senses recompense, it's
Safe to live again
Slash this poem to tatters
Whisper ev'ry lie
Fall behind until my mind
Refuses to deny
Scream until you're silent
Die to have a grave
Write to see what tortured me
There's truth in what we say
Scream until you're silent
Dream for ev'ry light
Sympathize, don't memorize
These horrid words I write
AnswerAnswer in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There are things that no one told me
There are words that no one said
There are feelings deep inside of me
That only I have read
I am blind and oh, so foolish
And this pain infects my heart
But outside, my smile is pretty pink
And my eyes are full of stars
Do you have an answer for me?
Or should I keep walking?
Should I stop and remind you
Of the hurt, or should I keep talking?
Do you have an answer
For the questions of a child?
She's crying from all
The scary shadows on the wall
You showed her
I want an answer
In a world that's built on hatred
In a sky that's dark with fear
There are things that no one listens to
There are hands still wet with tears
I am weak and oh, why can't I
Make a change, as heroes do?
Does the reason go back into time?
Does the reason lie with you?
I want to know the truth
Do you have an answer for me?
Or should I keep walking?
Should I stop and remind you
Of the hurt, or should I keep talking?
Do you have an answer
For the questions of a child?
Mon AngeMy angel has a darknessMon Ange in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That only comes at night
He leaves the heavens suddenly
Then darts away in fright
That I might cease to love him
Or hell may cease to be
My darling can't be evil
I know he worships me
My angel has a tempest
That rages in his brain
It softens near the Maker
Yet withers in his pain
He tries to hide it from me
Who knows his fears are real
Oh, angel, stop your weeping
Allow your soul to heal
My angel is a sinner
I see it in his eyes
He suffers to be perfect
Yet loves what God denies
You're strangely sweet, my precious
So tarnished, so condemned
Beware of hell, sweet angel
For God can't help you then
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
Her EntiretyHer Entirety in Free Verse More Like This
Prince of whispers, this is a
Dream for me
And being mortal, I do not
Dream like you
Caught in your celestial silence
While the licorice night unwinds
Soft, sensuous, willing
I press those rosy lips
In hopes they will kiss back
Sacred prince, I have been
Wandering for a long time
Looking for nothing
Watching for no one
I have kidnapped a host of
Weary, stupid thoughts
Not worth your notice
But oh, he did hear
And my heart wept
You became that something
You became that someone
And the tears shivered from our eyes
Though yours could not weep
Prince of darkness, this is a
Confession, a penance
Being mortal, I have
Sinned too much to care
But I find myself caring now
Wandering, drunken, through starlight
Trailing my thoughts
Sick and remorseful
In a blind search
For you, princeling, are my darkness
You, shining sovereign, are my silence
And I never tasted a whisper
With greater pleasure
Than the night you reared in melody
And saw past this broken he
Molly's rewardAfter the Reichenback FallMolly's reward in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Molly," Sherlock began, "without your assistance I would be dead now. I wanted to thank you, but more than that I wanted to let you know that I am in your debt. Please, if there is anything I can do for you. Anything at all, I will pay that debt as you desire."
Molly looked into his eyes, then embarrassed, looked down to her hands in her lap.
"Don't be shy, Molly." Sherlock encouraged her. "I won't bite unless you want me to." He smiled at her and not in a manipulative way; she could tell when he was doing that.
She'd seen Sherlock manipulate people. He could be more charming than anyone she knew. He could give fake smiles and fake tears. He could twist anyone and his dog around his little finger. That was just the way Sherlock was. He got what he wanted with a carrot or a very large stick.
"Well, you don't have to come up with something right this minute," he said.
Sherlock lifted her hand with his; touching his fair lips to the back of that
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
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
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
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
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
John's Fateful FallOne shotJohn's Fateful Fall in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Strange that lives can be turned upside down within the span of a moment, so very strange, John."
Sherlock looked down upon the still form in the hospital bed. Lit for night, the hospital room smelled of antiseptic cleaner, with an underlain stench of pervasive death.
Sherlock had wanted John to be home with him where he could care for him, but his sister had vetoed that. He had little say in John's care, this rankled Sherlock to the extreme. John's sister was a dyed-in-the-wool alcoholic who'd been John's least favorite relative. Yet she was in charge of John's fate. Sherlock sat next to John's bed; had been there for days keeping vigil, where she came only once or twice a week. He held John's hand, aching to hear his voice, to see him wake from his deep coma.
"We've been up against murderers, madmen, gigantic drug induced hounds, terrorist cells, traitors, criminal organizations and corporate thugs, John," Sherlock's voice broke with sadness, "and you
Hold the Stars Apart"John?"Hold the Stars Apart in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm here, Sherlock."
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, I'm good, but you've been injured. So you need to try to be as still as you can. I've got you." John tightened his embrace on Sherlock.
"I can feel your arms around me, John."
"I'm worried about shock, I've got you positioned correctly but I need to help you stay warm."
"I've never been held, John. Not that I can remember."
"Not even as a child, an infant?" John asked.
"I was an extremely fussy infant; preferring not to be held. I cried when held, was quiet when left alone."
"Well, you are being held now, Sherlock."
"It feels good, John."
"Lucky, my mobile works out this far. I've called for help. It will be a while before it gets here. We just have to be patient and wait a bit."
"The night is cold and beautiful." Sherlock looked to the sky over head. "Away from the city lights, the night sky is breath-taking."
"Are you cold, Sherlock? I can take off my jacket and "
"No, John, I'm not cold, with you close, I'm not cold. My t
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Sherlock didn't know if he'd survive the fall. His plans had been drawn up and implemented in such a short amount of time; there was always the possibility of unforeseen errors. He had to trust to his homeless network to distract John and to back up the most relevant parts of his plot. He had to trust Molly to failsafe his deception; so much depended on trusting so many.
He remembered his tears upon the roof. Telling John he was a fraud, begging him to believe the lie, asking him to not only believe, but to spread the lie. Those tears had been real. In his life he had manipulated all those around him easily with little or no effort. Sherlock had ever been the consummate actor. His performances Golden Globe material, but those tears had come from his newly discovered heart. Those tears had seared that heart, because he knew inside that John would never accept his words; never believe the unbelievable.
Now the hard work began. The deception had to b
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
Fairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven LyonFairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven Lyon in Romance More Like This
“Things look like they might be getting better. It's actually been a few turns since we had an incident.” Happy sighed. “Who knew you mages were so accident prone? But anyway, I probably shouldn't say anything else, I might jinx everything.” Nodding to himself, Happy quickly refocused on the game. “Aye, number eight, come pick an item.”
“I do believe, that would be me.” Number card in hand, you stood up and walked up to Happy, who took extra time to scrutinize your card before allowing you to proceed. Once given the go ahead, you placed your hand inside the bucket, only to have something extremely cold latch on to your warm skin. “What on earth?” A small crab, made of ice had attached itself to your finger and showed no signs of letting you go. “Would the owner of this item please come help me? Believe it or not, this is slightly painful.”
The moment Lyon stood to his feet, the ice broke into thousands of l
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
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.
Attack on Titan Seven Minutes in Heaven ArminAttack on Titan Seven Minutes in Heaven Armin in Romance More Like This
“Another game, another building. Honestly, this has been working a lot better than I expected. I thought we'd all be running laps or scrubbing floors by now.” After a few seconds of staring off into the distance, pondering just how terribly this could have gone, Sasha snapped back to reality. “Anyway, we should get going.” She tied the bag of items up and through them in the direction of he female players. The bag would have hit you in the face had you not been paying attention. “Oops, sorry about that. Guess that was a bad idea.”
“Yeah, that was honestly a really dumb idea. Especially since we've been picking out items like rocks.” You didn't say it to be mean, but it really was a bad idea. Shaking your head, at Sasha's stupidity, you untied the bag and pulled out the first thing you found. It was a crumpled, stained piece of paper. “Oh, I wonder what secrets are written on this.”
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
Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven InigoFire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven Inigo in Romance More Like This
“I have this weird feeling that this barrel is incapable of being emptied. Every time a turn away from it it actually seems fuller than before.” Edward let out a quiet sigh as he walked up to and offered you his hand. “Do you feel like playing? You look a little sleepy.”
“Oh no, I was just thinking. I'm more than ready to play.” As you took Edwards hand, you quickly hopped up to your feet and headed towards the items. “You might want to take a break though. You've been running around without stop for a while now. If you don't relax a little you're going to end up all cranky.” Not wanting everything to come toppling out of the barrel, you picked a small, but perfect yellow blossom from the very top. You closed your eyes and lifted the flower to your nose, taking a deep breath in, and inhaling its sweet scent.
“They smell nice don't they? I found it shocking as well.” Inigo walked up to you holding a s
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
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
Fruits Basket Seven Minutes in Heaven MomijiFruits Basket Seven Minutes in Heaven Momiji in Romance More Like This
“Well then, let's get the next couple going shall we? I do believe you're next.” After signaling you to come play, Shigure grabbed the pot full of items. “All ready to play then? Go ahead and pick something, good luck.”
You eagerly placed your hand inside the large pot and felt around. Something wet, slimy and cold touched your hand. A little afraid of what you'd just touched, you jerked your hand from the pot. “There's something nasty in there.” As you leaned over the pot to look inside, a small lime green frog jumped out and onto your face. Shocked, you let out a high pitched scream. “Get it off, get it off.”
“It's only a little rain frog. He wont hurt you.” Running up to your rescue, Momiji grabbed the frog from your face and placed it in his pocket. “I didn't think anyone was afraid of frogs. I'm sorry, you aren't mad are you?”
“No, it just scared me a little. Let's just forget about
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.
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
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
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;
The Way I Miss HerShe brightened up my worldThe Way I Miss Her in Free Verse More Like This
From such a young age
To a place far from my own
I held onto her tightly
To the way she made me feel
I could not bear to lose
The thought or feeling of her
After what seems like eternity
The time has come for me to see her
To once again behold the beauty
That captured my heart
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
LestatxLouis Royal Family Pt 6Pt 6LestatxLouis Royal Family Pt 6 in Short Stories More Like This
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
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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
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Lestat sat at his desk spinning a little on his chair, he sighed sadly feeling so, so bored. He still couldn't believe where he was. Monsieur le Rock Star, The Brat Prince, Lord de Lioncourt, whatever his name is and what power and reputation is gave him; he still couldn't believe he was here, out of all places in the world he was here.
The phone beside him rung, that noise had begun to really, really annoy him. He sighed and picked it up and said the same words he had been saying for hours ever since he sat in this chair.
"Hello, New Orleans Travel Agent Company how can I help you?"
(........3 weeks and 4 days ago.......)
Tristan was out in the garden chasing a little cat that ran for the child's amusement. Tristan had his hair out and wavy, in a pair of little black shorts and a blue t-shirt with the picture of a little panda on it, and wore little red snickers with little cute looking white socks. Lestat and Louis sat on the porch wat
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Lestat could have never imagined the events that were going to happen that day, no vampire would have ever thought that this would happen, many would dream of it, both human and vampire alike, Lestat had many times in his childhood, even as a newborn vampire the idea had come to mind, and as a vampire it would be easier to accomplish, but meeting his dear Louis, and many others that had made this vampire life worth living, that idea just fell out of his head, forgotten and abandoned, but hearing this idea again, was more shocking than he ever imagined it to be.
It was a quiet evening on a Friday when it happened, Louis was cooking some food in the kitchen for Tristan, while Lestat was warming up some hot blood in a bottle for Christan. The two boys themselves were in the living room drawing pictures of things they had seen in that movie they watched yesterday, technically, Lestat and Louis were watching it and didn't notice Tristan and Christan watching it f
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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
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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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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
Fartherly Monsieur Lioncourt 3(......2 Hours Later......)Fartherly Monsieur Lioncourt 3 in Short Stories More Like This
Tristan had been walking the dark streets for ages, he was cold and scared, he was completely lost. He panicked not knowing where do go, and found himself in an unfamiliar street full of old tersest houses with tiny cubicles for gardens. He felt water, a lot of water and looked up seeing rain thrashing down. He sneezed and ran to one of the walls which was slanted slightly keeping him out of the rain. He sat down hugging himself and sobbed quietly wondering where his daddys were. He cried out their names, the air filling with the cries of a little child
Meanwhile, on the other side of New Orleans, the rain had just hit Tristan's school where Lestat and Louis were looking for their son in worry. The rain came down hard but the two vampires hardly took notice and carried on looking through the school, then its gardens, and then in the street around it for their son. After a while of searching, Louis finally broke down in tears.
"Lestat where could he be!?" he
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
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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
OmenHe predicted her futureOmen in Free Verse More Like This
his voice in time with the ballad
the wind began to sing.
He showed her a picture
of the broken past
she had wished away.
He spoke through her stars
words more horrifying
than her deepest dreams.
He let her see
the truth of her visions-
and watched as she fled.
Night fell whilst he wept,
for she had gone too soon to see
that he was her safe place-
-her savior from the dreams.
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...
The Purple LaceJust a touchThe Purple Lace in Free Verse More Like This
above his fingers
a barely noticed delicacy.
He proudly wears
her death token,
her only remaining pleasantry.
He's killed once,
he'll strike again,
the next to question
his purple lace
(and she who
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...
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
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.
When The Day Met The NightWooden dancers bending, twisting,When The Day Met The Night in Free Verse More Like This
turning canopies of Summer's green
and Autumn's gold,
harbingers of your everlasting ballad
my beautiful saving grace
foretold to me.
A forever symphony of light
casting itself in brilliance
over my shadows.
And in divinity undefined
through a realm untouched by life
a golden star's light.
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.
With my dragon, part IAs the heat was ruthless, I slung jacket over my shoulder and paused for a moment to wipe the sweat from my forehead. Ironically, turnip I was hunting for, disappeared somewhere, so I would be suprised if I went to sleep even only a little bit richer...With my dragon, part I in Short Stories More Like This
The Holy Mountains, as their name indicated, were holy, so no one went there without weighty reason. So I could lie to the villagers that the turnip is lying dead in a river, stretching legs like...something dead, but if the bastard returned, my fate would be very poor. Not wanting to make enemies in the next village, and I've had a few ... dozen ... well, dozens of them, I set off on a stony path, looking around for the turnip.
"Turnip!" I cried. "Where are you, mother of a dog's bout!"
But of course I received no answer, because the turnips are talking only when it's convenient for them. And these little monsters usually jump on people's heads and like to claw their eyes, so it's no wonder that the villagers hired mercenary. That is m
In the LibraryRaithea, known for being a bookworm, was nothing new in the library and Zakrivea knew where to search him in this late hour. She left the queen fiftheen minutes ago and had to be fast as light to be back soon; she couldn't been seen with Lord Advisor, it would be end of his plan, that he still didn't want to tell her.In the Library in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She saw him indeed in the Great Library. She hoped that his pupil, this elf Keeral, won't be with him and for her relief, she hasn't saw him near. The young sorceress clenched her fists and stepped closer to Raithea, noticing how petite he is, when he seats on the chair, with brows narrowed and concentrated expression. She felt a kind of kidness in him in that very moment but she pushed these thoughts far away, because Raithea wouldn't be happy if she told him that.
"My Lord..." she leaned to him, apparently being a surprise for him in this part of the castle, because he moved nervously and looked at her with slight anger in his eyes. "Queen doesn't need my services right
Thoughts in the EveningRaithea looked at his reflexion in the mirror. Black hair, flowing on his forehead and shoulders. The small posture of ten years old child with beautiful, almost unreal face. He knew this face can trick everyone...well...almost everyone.Thoughts in the Evening in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now, when he showed his cards to the queen, he had to play with them. He didn't want to expose so quickly, he wanted to stay in shadow and still pull the strings. But she got to know about his plans for her son and made a scene. That talk was extremely pleasant but also very dangerous for him. Despite his words about Zakrivea, he really was afraid that Rabra can harm her. Not that she was defenseless, no. He just wanted to keep her safe. Rabra was a mother and - as every mother - would do everything to save her child.
As for the child...If he told the king that he isn't his, he probably would do nothing. He was weak and it was easy for Raithea to manipulate him. But he loved Dhuren and won't sacrifice this love for just a words, even if they came from
In The DungeonsRaithea stood in front of the prisoner with stone-like face and was looking at him with intensity. The prisoner was chained to the wall and the blood smeared on his body was reminding the observer he was tortured before. He did not speak any words, he was too exhausted and in terrible pain. Two of prison guards were standing near him and two more were assissting Raithea.In The Dungeons in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You really are stupid if you all think that you can outwit me" said the elf and smiled a little. "I have much more spies than queen Rabra, that how I found you are spying me for her. That was too easy..."
The man looked at him with empty eyes and moaned. But his eyes quickly stopped to be so empty and filled with begging.
"I...I...can turn to you...if you want me to...but please tell them to stop..."
Raithea always found extremely pleasant to watch tortures. This was his subsitute of sex; he never had sex in his life, because of his child body and he did not felt urge to make love with anyone - but pain of others...th
Lowest LevelRaithea was heading to the lowest dungeons. Usually he was no surprise in this part of the castle; most of guards and maids knew about his obsession but noone would admit it. But today the elf was wearing a cloak because he didn't want to be recognized. He wanted to be almost invisible, if it was possible. This visit was his secret and he wanted to keep it that way.Lowest Level in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When he saw a guard patrolling the corridor, he hid in the small corner until the man didn't go. He was holding the bottle of wine; special gift from lord Rhuitaure for the dutiful guards.
Raithea was fleeing through the dungeons like a ghost. When he found a cell he was looking for, he put the hood off, showing his face to prisoners.
There were five of them. All elves. One woman was crying in the corner keeping her legs shut. One man spat on the ground when he saw Raithea. The others looked at him with mixure of hope and resignation in their eyes.
"Traitor." said man who previously spat. He had fury in his eyes; he was bea
InnocenceKeeral, following the text in the large book, stretched the hand and took the small glass of water from the table. He was already tired but too excited to stop reading. The history of Karmala was thrilling fairytale, morbid in some places, but also it was touching the depths of his elven heart.Innocence in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was reading the old scripts written by elves in the early times, called the Era of Youth. They were so innocent! Now it would be punished, to laugh like them in public; they were slaves without rights and that he, Keeral, had a place in the castle, was true mastership of his mentor.
As if called, Raithea appeared in the library. He held two huge tomes with carvings on the edges that depicted roaring lions. He was wearing black toga with high collar; his eyes were smiling.
"So here you are, Keeral" he said with nonchalant tone and put the tomes on their places on the shelves. "You don't have...family meeting? I gave them one week of free time, it was the only thing I could do in this situation
The ProphecyDark-haired man stood before the fountain and hissed from overhelming cold; it would be strange that water didn't freeze if man didn't know that it's magical water, made by Uhur-Khan in the beginnings of their world. In this fountain the man could see everything that was happening in Karmala and beyond.The Prophecy in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Speak, old woman." his voice was threatening but the man remained calm and in his demeanor was something reminding calm before the storm.
"The elves will raise their heads again...this time forever." the old, dusted voice of a woman who has seen too many winters. Her face was wreckled and scarred but her eyes lit lively in the old face.
The dark-haired man said simple spell and in the fountain appeared castle of king Munor. He waved his hand and he saw small figure, walking down the stairs in the Tower of Dragon Fang. He was focused and the man saw sorrow in him.
"This one will lead them?" he asked with disbielieve. The figure belonged to small elven child, no more than twelve. He coul
Raithea RhuitaureMany, many years ago, the elves were living in the world of Karmala in association with nature and sun. They were forest children and all they needed was fresh water, fruits and company of cheerful friends. The appereance of humans changed everything, Elves, pushed from their forests, started to act like them, build palaces and manors, wanted more and more and jumped in social ledder as high as they menaged.Raithea Rhuitaure in Profiles More Like This
But humans were greedy and didn't like elves amongst them. They started to bash them more and more until elven lords didn't make a revolution that ended with war and failure of the children of nature. Humans made slaves from elves and made sure they won't rise their heads again.
One of the most powerful elven lords was Raithea Rhuitaure. He remembered forest times but was looking like a small child, only ten years old, with beautiful, almost unreal face and petite posture. It was effect of a curse that fell on him when he traded his soul for a power; traded it with Unseen Realms, w
The Queen Revised PLW komnacie zapadła cisza. Popołudniowe słońce rzucało cienie na ściany, bawiąc się plamami światła, niczym kot myszą. Królowa Rabra zacisnęła pięści w niemym geście bezsilnego gniewu. Ta sytuacja była dla niej nowa, zazwyczaj to ona rozdawała karty, to ona patrzyła na wszystkich z góry. Była przecież królową, a królowe zawsze wychodziły zwycięsko z dworskich starć. Jednak on odkrył jej sekret. Zawsze był na miejscu, gdy robiła dosłownie cokolwiek, on, albo jego przeklęci szpiedzy, którzy plenili się po zamku niczym wszy. Jego dziecięca, eteryczna twarz elfa wykrzywiła się teraz w wyjątkowo podłym uśmiechu; przy niej nie musiał udawać słodkiego chłopca, ponieważ wiedziała kim i czym jest.The Queen Revised PL in Short Stories More Like This
"Raithea..." wyszeptała błagalnym tonem, próbuj&
The promise of the mapRast Chiinevral was standing on the board and looking at their new bounty. The last sea battle with human marchant ship was succesful and now rebel elves were standing in gold and precious stones. All enemies were killed at once except two who wanted to join Rast's crew. These two were threw to the sea without hope for any help. Captain of the elven ship never took humans under his command.The promise of the map in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"New news from below the deck, capn" said first officer, Grunn Rivestholl, salutting with joy on his face. He was also happy from the treasures they found on marchant ship; enough to live in Karivala for good two years!
"Say it loud" Rast smiled lightly, tooking a hand of golden coins.
"One of elven lords survived the slavery and the last massacre and is now on the king's court. I think it's lord Rhuitaure but I am not sure."
"He always was strange. So young for this age."
"He is tamed now. Swore the words to the human king. I think it's treachery."
"I don't think so. He just want to survive. Like u
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
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"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?!"
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
Roda-Rora Crisis"I'm bored!" Rin wailed, lying on the floor torpidly.Roda-Rora Crisis in Short Stories More Like This
Her twin brother, Len, was sitting on the edge of the lower bunk of their bunk bed, staring at the wall, observing the multifarious patterns on it. "We could swim."
"Pool is as cold as Kaito's ice cream, remember?"
"We could play some DDR."
"Gakupo's been playing it non-stop for five hours straight," Rin informed him. "Kaito tried to get him to stop, but Gakupo attacked him."
"Was that the cacophony I heard earlier?" Len asked, turning to face her.
"Yup," Rin replied, sighing in boredom.
"I wish we could drive the Roda-Rora," Len moaned.
"We can't," Rin said ruefully, sitting up. "The keys were taken away from us, remember? Kaito has them."
Slowly, the two turned to each other, an evil look discernible on both their faces.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Rin asked her twin.
Len grinned. "Yup. Let's go get those keys!"
"Kaito! Kaito!" Rin screamed, racing into the blue-haired Vocaloid's room.
Kaito looked up from the song he'd
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
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 20Clive watched as the police cars rolled up. He could see prison bars going up in front of him again. He sighed. So long, freedom. It'd been nice.PLatLCE-Chapter 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chelmey walked up to them. "Layton, what the heck happened?!"
As the Professor explained to Chelmey their insane day, Clive turned to Flora and Luke.
"I guess this is good-bye," he said, almost choking on his tears.
Luke and Flora nodded. For what he assumed what the millionth time today, Flora was crying. What surprised him was that Luke was crying, too.
"Yeah," Flora rasped. "Good-bye."
Clive hugged Flora. He felt her arms tighten painfully around his poor ribs.
"Flora, please I'm malnourished "
Letting go of Flora, he turned to Luke and held out his hand. Luke took it, shaking it firmly.
"Take care in jail," Luke said. Clive could tell he was holding back his tears. "We'll come visit."
"Bring your manpurse," Clive said, smiling. "It helped save the day."
Luke smiled, the tears spilling out once more. "It's a satchel!"
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 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."
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
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 18.01When you left in Spring,Haiku 18.01 in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My piano lost its voice.
It was all for you.
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 - Action - toddler mafiasToddler Mafia -Prompt Haiku - Action - toddler mafias in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
how bad can it be? Unless
they call their mamas.
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All but a
For the true art called
HaikuThe cold of winter.Haiku in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We are together – you, me,
And all the candles.
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those who enter the valley
of the lone lion.
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.
Wish-come-trueBe careful what you want,Wish-come-true in Free Verse More Like This
For some wishes,
Death is eager to grant.
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
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.
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
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
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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
Michael and Legion"How long do yah give 'em on his own?" Michael asked, glancing over his shoulder to Legion. The black haired boy strolled forward, hands in his pockets, indifferent expression on his face. Michael stepped out of the way, letting the dark boy through and standing to the side in a controlled fashion like the seraph he was.Michael and Legion in Sketches More Like This
Legion glanced down at the child fast asleep in his crib, rocking the cradle lightly and watching as the baby glimpsed up at him with inquisitive green eyes, tiny lips pursed in confusion. "Dah?" he asked, reaching a pudgy hand up towards the boy. Legion shook his head and uttered a laugh.
"No, no, kid far from it." he said, sulfur yellow irises glimmering in the morning light.
"I think we should kill him." Michael said silently, luscious white wings shadowing him in the corner.
Legion spat out a mirthless laugh and turned to the archangel. "He's far too important for that. Lucifer wou
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
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