The Real HellThe Real Hell in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm bleeding again
A terrible sin
But somehow, all life still goes on
A thought in the night
A sweet, little light
That urges my soul, "You are wrong."
I'm crying so hard
It's hurting my heart
I ruptured two strings winter last
The stitches will stay
But I'm not okay
My present is all in the past
I'm talking to walls
My pitiful calls
Just serve to invigorate fear
It's awful to see
A creature like me
So lost at the sight of a tear
But I'm bleeding again
You say it's a sin
My dear, you know nothing of hell
Take shelter in blood
When you've felt enough
There's none of your soul left to sell
Evil DefeatedEvil Defeated in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You beautiful, vicious, unthinkable demon
The entity that never consents to behave
Go tell all your friends that my heart is much stronger
Go tell them I'm digging you into your grave
You beautiful, terrible, whispering demon
The nightmarish flashback that silenced my scream
Go back into hell where your master is waiting
Go tell him I'm laughing at him and his dreams
You beautiful, unimaginable demon
You weak, stupid creature that no one perceives
My fingers can feel your ferocity weaken
I'll prove to the world that a demon can bleed
A Tale That Murdered TimeA Tale That Murdered Time in Free Verse More Like This
"I will always love you "
It gushes from your mouth
Centuries of cheesy, fake romance
Reeking on your breath
"A tale as old as time"
And don't I know it
"I will always love you..."
I mean, seriously, darling
Can't you try any harder?
Or have you, too, succumbed
To the poison of today's world?
To the lie that has everyone else frozen?
You say you can see my heart
Well, I see yours, too
You press me closer to you
And the same words ooze down my back
"I love you I love you "
My eyes spill out hateful tears
And my throat burns with bile
The hand I hold over your heart
your shallow, worthless, little heart
The UnprotectedThe Unprotected in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I cannot speak my mind
To one who never hears
This world is going blind
I'm slipping on my tears
I cannot dream a dream
If nightmares take control
I can't prevent the scream
That cuts into my soul
I cannot be forgiven
If you will not forgive
Look at the hell we love in
Look at the life we live
I cannot see inside you
Your eyes are empty holes
How can I sleep beside you?
Your hands are deathly cold
I will not live forever
This world is deaf and blind
My life from me will sever
I will never speak my mind
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
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
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
On the Night of HalloweenCome gather 'round, my childrenOn the Night of Halloween in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The moon has hid her face
The fire is grinning at you
This is an ideal place
To tell you all a story
That shivers in your veins
Come melt into the darkness
And learn her wicked ways
There are men who go walking
Into the dead of night
Their hands transform to terrors
Their teeth lash out to bite
I've always valued friendship
But when they lose their minds
I'd sooner die than cross them
And feed their appetite
This angel is not sleeping
He's left his bed of earth
The cross you hold towards him
Inspires a smile of mirth
Your flesh is soft and tender
Your blush will make him weep
A flash of thrilling whiteness
Entices you to sleep
A woman lives quite near here
Her screams are haunted souls
Her dress is woven agony
Her eyes are flat and cold
She waits until your breathing
Has nothing left to hold
And then the nightmare claims you
A story never told
The gore that fills most nightmares
Has never been so real
Than this disturbing image
This monster's dressed to
It's Darker NowIt can't get any darker tonightIt's Darker Now in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've already torn apart the switch
That burned what was left of my brain
To an empty shell
Of lost thought
How can I continue to be the person
That you've always said I am
Curse your hypocrisy; it's bleeding me
Into a living hell
Of threadbare dreams
Stop walking towards me
Stop stalking those before me
See? I am a pillar of strength
My heart is not of dust
My bones will never rust
If I must, this soul will lie
I will never, ever die
I will never ..ever ..
The AnswerThe Answer in Free Verse More Like This
why is life so hard?
i'd ask Him, but
do you think He'd answer?
or would the heavens
slam shut in vigorous denial
sending me nothing but
blind kisses to
help with the weeping
why do people hurt?
and do you think i know
or are you waiting, like the rest of me
for something to stun my mind
and put it to sleep
why do people hurt?
i'd ask Him, but
i love Him too much to trouble
and He loves me—yes, he
loves me, too much
to give me everything i want
why is Time so cruel?
and why is pain a synonym
of everything that hurts
and bleeds, and whispers, and haunts
our loved ones
when the night wakes alone
why is life so hard?
i'd ask you, but
… do you know His answer?
'X' Marks The SpotI am a pirate,'X' Marks The Spot in Free Verse More Like This
a ghost among the sunken ship
of your treasure trove heart.
Like the last bit of rum in the jug,
I enjoy the way 'fuck' rolls off your tongue,
as if you invented its meaning.
I try to articulate that one syllable,
match your way of speech-
You've never needed to dress your words-
dip them in ink or paint them in poetry
upon the exotic map of my sun-kissed curves.
I have drowned so many times
in the green sea of your eyes
that I am coughing up seaweed
& weak bones.
You tell me not to speak-
that such words sound dirty on my tongue
that my spine is made for beauty
and not for a bounty.
But you, you are a plague
light-years at sea
and I am finding the ocean
& salty siren lips.
Paper Hearts and Tattoo Love StoriesShe tattooed love in a foreign tonguePaper Hearts and Tattoo Love Stories in Free Verse More Like This
On her left wrist
Just so others would ask what it meant.
She sank her teeth into its meaning,
hoping one day the brand would bleed
Its definition upon her skin.
Lingering there, a forgotten kiss.
Lip-stick stained collars,
Little bones wired are ready,
Folded like patterned paper.
Sprinkled every which way.
Sharing herself fully with no one,
She made sure to leave her mark,
On every heart that beat her way.
Poets do it betterPaper thin wordsPoets do it better in Free Verse More Like This
hang off the tongue
of an angst ridden poet
who writes his verses
on used napkins
in hopes that one day
his words will get him
in your bed.
Poetry turned angry,
teeth and cold fingertips
between the sheets.
His words make you
moan false religions
as you lay vulnerable
to the strokes of his pen.
Sometimes, you enjoyed being blind.Over 1,000 letters have found their waySometimes, you enjoyed being blind. in Free Verse More Like This
to the pulsating heart of my wastebasket.
You carried them away saying, "I'll use these
to fill the empty spaces of my universe."
You proceeded to tape them to your eyelids,
wear them like Augusts leaves along your limbs.
"I will be your voice and I will sing your words to the trees."
Slender spider fingers prancing across my misspelled scrawl.
Lightyears at SeaHis whispered goodbyes caught fireLightyears at Sea in Free Verse More Like This
in the whites of her eyes as wild dogs
and empty oceans devoured him.
Standing still for years, she with
a waiting heart and waiting fingers
gave birth to ghosts with feathers.
Haunting in his sleep, swinging like
sharp jewelry and pendulums
carving cryptic messages upon his floor-
'You, with your tattooed baptism skin
and slithering tongue of sweet poison
left her aching ashes to mix with gunpowder.'
Sweat, Spice, and ScarsYour eyes,Sweat, Spice, and Scars in Free Verse More Like This
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
I want my insides back.
Buterflies in the atticOur cigarette desireButerflies in the attic in Free Verse More Like This
has me swallowing my own teeth.
I once found you hanging
in my attic, limp.
I force fed old sins
into your lungs,
smothinging you in
stray kisses & love
bites. Your vicious,
howling ghost haunted
me for years, warping my days.
My steel heart rusting,
with your devilish whispers
weighing down my fingertips.
Just a tease.Yeah, I knew it.Just a tease. in Free Verse More Like This
But, that didn't stop me
from liking the way she
She was a wild, all-consuming
i n f e r n o
With a tongue like hot wax
and cool peppermint ice-cream.
She skipped on tiny, pixie feet
whispering bitter winter promises
in the middle of 90 degree weather;
unraveling hearts like her favorite
pair of DIY holly jeans and wearing
leftover heartstrings like false
[ I burnt to a crisp
under her fingertips. ]
fly.this is hard for the world around us to grasp:fly. in Free Verse More Like This
these wildfires raging in our retinas
& the sins we wear like demonic similes
on our tongues- they are not enough.
& i am so fucking sorry of saying i'm sorry.
but, tell me,
what is a young poet(ess) to do
with veins made of kite strings?
Night CattleShe owns her flesh.Night Cattle in Free Verse More Like This
Old goddess, beautiful decay-
draping along the length of her bones
like a Shakespearean sonnet.
When the graveyard lurkers
come to pray upon a carcass,
they will howl their mournful sorrow
to the earth below their claws.
Devouring her, respectfully.
She, with an aged bird spirit:
unable to be caged.
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
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
What is love, John?One ShotWhat is love, John? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John had a subdued fierceness about him. He carried himself well and was not above speaking his mind. Sherlock liked that about him. The more time he spent with the short, brave, outspoken man, the more comfortable he became. Sherlock wasn't comfortable with many people at all. Mrs. Hudson. Yeah, that was it, well maybe a bit of Lestrade.
The first time John Watson had walked through that door at Bart's, Sherlock had felt a tinge of something. Strange that. He never felt at all. He'd walled off feelings, built the barricades tall and strong against those pesky problematic emotion things. But there it had been, a sensation that he'd never felt before.
He'd seen the psychosomatic limp and immediately his mind worked to solve the problem. That was what his mind did, all the time. Solve the problem; whether it was a serial killer or a psychosomatic limp. So inside his 'study in pink' case he'd placed his solution for John's limp. Redirection, he'd redirected
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
Sometime Ago I fell, JohnOne shotSometime Ago I fell, John in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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
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
WRONG!Sherlock walked briskly through the London night. He realized that his great coat was open and the chilly air was blowing in. He pulled up his collar, buttoned up and searched his deep pockets for his warm gloves. He'd forgot his scarf. Ahh, typical, he didn't like the cold on his neck.WRONG! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What an idiot he was, walking in circles around the perimeters of the flat, leaving John because of his over inflated ego. John was right. He wasn't always right, but he was right this time. Sherlock hated to be wrong. Well, hate was the wrong word, despised made a better attempt.
Okay, he owed John an apology. He'd been a git. Famously. Sherlock sighed, dreading his commitment to that particular dialog. Maybe he could provide an apologetic gift; one that would not require a verbal accompaniment? What do you give a man of very stodgy tastes? He cleaned up well enough when it suited him, but most of the time his idea of style was at least 12 degrees below Sherlock's standards. Being a military man and a
Beware the MouseThe explosion hadn't happened in the Morgue, but it was close enough. Some of the supporting walls were damaged and there was fallen rubble everywhere. Sherlock lay unconscious with Molly on top of him. She'd pushed him away from the collapsing wall that had nearly fallen in on them both.Beware the Mouse in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Molly came to and peered in the dust filled air. Lifting herself off Sherlock she began to examine him. He didn't have any outward signs of severe injury. There was bruising on the left side of his face.
"Sherlock?' She touched him gently. "Sherlock, can you hear me?" He gave no response to verbal or physical stimulation.
They were inside the morgue itself. She would have to drag him out into the hall and away from whatever had happened. This was no accident the Spider had told Sherlock that he would kill him where ever and whenever he could. Moriarty was after Sherlock she had to get him away from the threat of further injury and the certainty of Moriarty.
Molly searched Sherlock's great coat, there
Man on FireSherlock arrived at the scene of the house fire just in time to see John enter the erupting inferno.Man on Fire in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"John, NO!" he'd screamed unheard above the cacophony of emergency vehicles and the roar of the fatal fire. "There's no one in there!"
Sherlock charged towards the flames, only to be held back by the arriving fire fighters.
"You can't go in there, Sir" the fire fighter advised him, "it's gone beyond "
Sherlock didn't let him finish, pushing through, he ran head-long into the fire to search for John.
Inside, roiling black smoke and incredible heat kept Sherlock on the floor, crawling on his belly.
"JOHN!" Sherlock shouted repeatedly. "John, come toward the sound of my voice."
Sherlock couldn't see, so he closed his eyes and sharpened his hearing. His brain sorted through the incoming data and deleted anything not pertinent to his search.
He heard the tiny rasp of voice against the wall of sound that engulfed him. He moved toward it as fast as the fire would let him.
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
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.”
Fruits Basket Seven Minutes in Heaven RitsuFruits Basket Seven Minutes in Heaven Ritsu in Romance More Like This
“Despite all the horrible things that could have happened during this game, everything seems alright so far. That being said, there's no reason to stop until something horrible does happen.” With a big dorky grin plastered to his face, Shigure grabbed the pot of items by the handle and held it out for you. “Here you are.”
“For me? Why thank you Shigure, you really shouldn't have.” With a quick wink, you placed your hand inside the almost empty pot. You pulled out a thick, dark bluish purple ribbon. Obviously confused about who the owner might be, you just held it up in front of your eyes and thought. When you looked away from the ribbon, you noticed that Ritsu, who was surprisingly dressed in men's apparel, was standing in front of you, blushing terrible and wringing his hands. “Hey Ritsu, is this yours?”
He nodded. “I-it is, but if you don't want to play with me I understand. I'm Sorry I put such a large item i
Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven 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
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.
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.
Outnumbered Marth X Reader Part 1Outnumbered Marth X Reader Part 1 in Romance More Like This
“Do you really have to do this? I could have done whatever it is for you. I think it would be a lot safer.” Sticking close to Marth, you scurried through a rather bad section of town hoping the two of you wouldn't be noticed. “And honestly, that hood you're wearing isn't much of a disguise.”
“I know you would have done this for me. It's more than enough that you followed me out here.” Walking into a crowded part of town, Marth pulled his hood closer to his face.
“That's my job though my Lord. I'm paid to protect you. Not that I wouldn't protect you anyway.” Marth was moving so quickly, you were having a hard time keeping up. “Sire, I don't mean to speak out of turn, but were are we going? You seem rather eager.”
“I had hoped to keep this secret, but since you're here, you might as well know what we're up against.” Slowly, Marth ducked through an alleyway, stopping at the end. “The port has been complete
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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
Fairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven GrayFairy Tail Seven Minutes in Heaven Gray in Romance More Like This
“That last turn was a disaster” Happy sighed. “I can still smell the smoke. Good thing Gray was here to put the fire out before it got too out of control.” He made a tight fist with one hand and hit it against the open palm of his other hand. “Aye! For that reason, he gets to play next. Number five, you can head down to the cellar, hopefully that smoky smell isn't too bad.”
“I hope the same.” You pulled your numbered card from your pocket and placed it on the bar. Not even at the top of the stairs yet and your senses were assaulted by a smoky, sulfuric smell that made you want to hold your breath. “We may need to find another place to play.” You reluctantly made your way down to the cellar where you found Gray putting a thin layer of ice on just about everything.
“It really smells like crap down here. That dang Natsu's always ruining everything for everybody.” He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and turned
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
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
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
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;
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?
The Reason WhyYou seeThe Reason Why in Free Verse More Like This
I'm flowing quite nicely
At the moment
I may be trying to
I'm not entirely sure
Because what's the point in trying
When theres no solid reason to
Its so easy to just give up
So I'm confusing myself
Because I'm still somehow here
I guess there are just a lot of things
That I want to see
Before I die
Fartherly Monsieur Lioncourt 1Fatherly Monsieur de LioncourtFartherly Monsieur Lioncourt 1 in Short Stories More Like This
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
LestatxLouis Royal Family Pt 1Lestat x Louis Royal FamilyLestatxLouis Royal Family Pt 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
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
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
LestatxLouis Royal Family Pt 3Pt 3LestatxLouis Royal Family Pt 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lestat and Louis had told Christan and Tristan about what Mr and Mrs Wicket wanted from them, Lestat instantly regretted telling them. For two days since the visit from the royal family, Tristan and Christan had insisted that their parents take the job, they wanted to be princes, they wanted to be known, they wanted all the toys and candy in the world, they wanted to go to many places all over the globe, they wanted so much, and wouldn't stop pestering, it made it difficult to do anything without having those children interrupt, and Lestat was missing his love moments with his lover, so much he would hardly bare it and had to snatch Louis away at any moment he could.
But even with all the negative points the thought of being royalty still would not leave Lestat or Louis's head at all, just the thought of getting what they wanted, ruling a country, bring peace or not, deciding things, just made his head o spinning, the thought had come more than once to go to the palace in London a
LestatxLouis Christmas 2011 Pt 2Lestat was carefully putting the finishing touches on the presents he bought his vampire friends. Putting each one in boxes of the same size, wrapping them all in the same golden wrapping paper, and had red bows put on each one. All of them were perfectly identical, expect for the name tag tucked neatly under the bow.LestatxLouis Christmas 2011 Pt 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was David who was the second one there, greeting Lestat and Louis and their sons with hugs and kisses.
"Oh Lestat it is nice to see you again" He said with a smile "And of course Louis, no doubt my favourite" He said making Louis smile
Lestat pouted "I am not your favourite? You should be loyal to your maker and master oh how cruel you are David" he said with his hand on his own heart with a hurt but of course acting expression
David smiled and turned his eyes to Lestat "Loyal to someone who took my life against my will and murdered my old body?" He asked
Lestat looked away with a little embarrassment and turned back "well....that was years ago, water under the bridge
LestatxLouis Lost Family pt 4It took a whole day to calm Tristan down and to get him to speak. Whoever it was who hurt Tristan like that, Lestat would kill him, no matter what. He washed Tristan for hours to get all the blood of, but Tristan kept crying saying he still felt the blood there on him, he couldn't stop crying which broke Lestat's heart seeing him so scared Afterwards he put him in his blue pjs with little racing cars over them and put him bed and never left him beside getting him food, he ate a lot of it, it was obvious he had been starved, and even worse Lestat found vampire bite marks on his arms and sides, a few on the legs, and a very faint one on the throat.LestatxLouis Lost Family pt 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually Tristan spoke that they did experiments on Louis and Christan to see how a vampire could be pregnant, and a male one at that, and also to find out what Christan was since he was a pure blooded vampire, a vampire from birth. As he was nothing but a mortal they hurt him badly and then threw him out as there was no need for him. He did
TxH Sweet and Sour pt 6Little Tristan's StoryTxH Sweet and Sour pt 6 in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Tristan, or as most call me, Little Tristan and I am Hollis's sixth lover. I was six as most of you will know when Hollis first seduced me. All from Raquellet's story, my mother's, you can see and read what happened to me. What my grandfather did, what my father did, and what Hollis did. But, after I was seduced by Hollis, I fell in love with him, but he, never fell for me, he said it was a mistake, a mistake, those words just hurt. Mistake? I was a mistake?
But no one knew but me, I told no one what happened after that, no one knew at all, but I became pregnant. I didn't want to give birth, even though I knew it would give Hollis and I a reason to act like a divorced couple in a way, I could have a chance to get him to love me back, but I was too scared.
So I went to the doctors to get it out of me, but me not being human, nor was the father, the baby growing a lot quicker than it would for a human. When the baby was coming out, I was asleep didn't fe
TxH Sweet and Sour pt 7Monica's StoryTxH Sweet and Sour pt 7 in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Monica, and I met Hollis at 14. I was Hollis's seventh lover. My story....well let's see.....what do I remember of my childhood? Well...I remember being witty a lot in school....got into plenty of fights at school....I never cared if I won or lost, just as long as I got the last word was all I cared about. Was an only child, probably for the best, and orphan. Never knew them, my parents, so, didn't miss him, had no experience with them to miss them
When I was 6 I witnessed a murder, too young to really understand was what going on but they took me away from the orphanage and threatened to kill me unless I told them what I saw. I laughed, even as they held a gun to me, I giggled, laughed in their faces, I was having fun!
They noticed this, my lack of fear, no matter what they did, I didn't seem to cry, not at physical pain nor mental. Though it hurt, I just never showed it in my expressions, I was very good at it and proud of it!
They trained me har
Lestat x Louis Valentine's DayLestat x Louis Valentine's DayLestat x Louis Valentine's Day in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lestat knew this was the most romantic day of the year, and it had to be perfect for him and Louis, there was only one little trouble, and that was Tristan. Not because he was troublesome oh no! He just needed Tristan to be out of the way, so that he didn't interrupt or accidently walk in on their 'love moment', Tristan was still too young to be seeing something like that. He needed to somehow distract for the whole day which would be hard because Tristan had no friends, Lestat didn't make him go to school now, and it was too hard for him, home school was better. But Tristan had no house to stay in, and if he stayed home, no one to take care of him, he was still too young. Lestat and Louis didn't have friends to take care of him either, it was a problem.
So Lestat decided to solve the problem
He went into Tristan's room and smiled seeing him playing with little toy cars across the bed and waved in a cute way seeing Lestat. Lestat smiled and went to the be
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.
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
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.
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.
DreamMy sky is yoursDream in Free Verse More Like This
though without you it seems
but a wasteland of dreams,
and if my stars sing-
like you they'll sound
unending lullabies .
I'll write away days
until upon you I look,
with such blissful euphoria.
When the sky turns
and light is upon me-
you stand within...
Making my sky new again.
Saltatio MortisA dance to adumbrateSaltatio Mortis in Free Verse More Like This
The purloined song- the boy has sung
Far too long now
Atrabilious body language
And a terror set gaze
To end the charlatan-
-for all of his days.
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...
Prompt Haiku - Fantasy - cat foodThey call them cat food -Prompt Haiku - Fantasy - cat food in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
those who enter the valley
of the lone lion.
Haiku 16.02It is fine to loveHaiku 16.02 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
or loath someone; don't get caught
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.
Prompt Haiku - Sociopolitical - hopefulWe always hope thatPrompt Haiku - Sociopolitical - hopeful in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the Revolution won't bring
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
Prompt Haiku - Found - last page of a bookLook up at the sky;Prompt Haiku - Found - last page of a book in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
impress it on your drawn up
HaikuThe cold of winter.Haiku in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We are together – you, me,
And all the candles.
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.
Prompt Haiku - Adventure - motor scooterAdventures with aPrompt Haiku - Adventure - motor scooter in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
motor scooter tend to end
in the hospital.
How Vast It IsI can't write a poem for you.How Vast It Is in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can't sing a song for you.
I can't be you.
I once wished I could take your place and told you I would in a heartbeat.
You said "Yes, please do!" but we know I can't even do that.
We both know you're strong and have weathered many things.
But some things won't change.
This disease you have now won't change. You'll change with it.
You sent a text message, "I felt a tiny feeling in my left foot! Woot!"
I sent one back to help you celebrate.
I wished again I had what you have. Such a small thing you felt against the looming.
I can't linger on woe.
I can't linger on "can't."
I can't linger here without you.
I'll be a rock to your paper, to your scissors, to your own rock.
I'll be your memory if you ever lose yours.
I'll be here without you if I must, to keep you circulating through the veins of vast existence forever.
The Mistake Carl pretty much fell through the door at A-One Gas and Groceries. The ring of a cowbell overhead shocked the hell out of him. His head pounded. One hand held his head while his other held his gun. True, he meant to make an entrance that really got his kids' attention, but this one hurt a little too much. He shouldn't have drunk that lousy bayou-booze all night.The Mistake in Short Stories More Like This
The only time he'd had a headache like this was when he had a grande mal seizure years ago. But no, this one had to be from a general lack of alcohol of any kind this very moment. Flourescent lights made him nearly blind at first, then he saw his little girl standing there, right where he thought she'd be.
"Gimme vodka, gimme money, gimme...gimme..." he said, waving the gun while he watched his sweet little girl move in silence to do what he said. He literally saw his girl, Annie, as if she was still nine years old, like she was the last t
Arapahos in the Gardens ...being me.Arapahos in the Gardens in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Once all these points were made, we stopped for a while in a border town called Nuevo Laredo. It was an odd stop. We slid out of the car into heat, dazzled by colors--reds and yellows screamed, and the blues looked like something in an electric dream. We smiled at each other. Suddenly, we were tourists.
After a brief sit-down in shade to eat Mexican food, I just as suddenly found myself alone. Following a quiet, private conference between my father-in-law John and husband Midge, with a few reassurances and winks tossed my way, John and Midge disappeared for some minutes. I sat on a low, white-washed adobe wall and kept my eyes open. I nervously considered the situation. Did John and Midge have to make some final arrangements about the ranch we were going to? Did they go to
The EndHim - sleepy, confused: Wha-?The End in Comedy More Like This
Her - whisper: Wake up! Sheriff's here! Wake up!
Him - aloud: What?
Her - louder whisper: Wake up! Get up an get dressed! We gotta get outta here!
Him - louder: What?
Her - louder whisper: Get up now!
Him - confused: Why?
Her - whisper: Cmon! You gotta get up! We gotta go! Th' sheriff's in front!
I can hear him an Aunt Sally talkin! Shhh. Get dressed now. We gotta get married as soon as we can!
Him - very loud: What!?
Her - whisper: Hush! Someone told th' sheriff you're not part a th' tribe. We gotta leave th' reservation now!
We gotta getta a room t'night an go t'th' courthouse an get married t'morrow. Dangit!
Him - louder: You are my wife! We are married! 'Member that?
Her - hissed whisper: Shhh! North rez don't do like south rez.
We don't do blanket an blessin like you do. We gotta go off th' rez an find a motel room.
We gotta get married first thing in th' mornin.
Him - confused: Huh?
Her - whisper: No blanket an bl
Runyon With a Twist, Please I am at my favorite eatery on Broadway, finishing a huge omelette and maybe a pot and a half of coffee.Runyon With a Twist, Please in Short Stories More Like This
I wait for the morning dailies, papers the New York Broadway-types read to see if their plays remain on stage or not.
That's when these two real crazy guys come in at about four in the morning.
I really wait for Wilma, stage-name "Willya," a name I do not like as I am falling in love with Wilma, not in love with some doll called "Willya." It is her demeaning stage-name, but she does not listen to me talk about it so I shut up.
She has not yet arrived and I am not surprised. Like most Broadway dolls, she's got to talk everything over with the other dolls after the show before she has breakfast. I mean everything. Dolls like her and her doll-pals talk, talk, talk.
I am a patient man where
Mama's Jewell - Three Like a fingersnap, she was in San Francisco all at once. Jewell woke and saw a new world of light out the window.Mama's Jewell - Three in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A train conductor passed through the coloreds-only car and announced with a laughing smile, "Last stop! Last stop! San Francisco! Last stop!" He was a nice man, a colored man too, and he seemed happy to be so far from everything Jewell knew and learned as a small-town Texas girl. Jewell was scared excited. Or excited scared, she couldn't decide.
Either way, Jewell knew she'd stay on that train 'til Mama came to get her. Her Mama, arriving to get her daughter for the first time in Jewell's life, the first time in fourteen years. Grandma would say, "Oh Lawdy Lawdy," a phrase that ran through Jewell's mind now like it was on a radio, unstoppable and too repetitive. And it wasn't any kinda prayer.
Others in the car gathered bags and suitcases, and Jewell was a
On the Northside of TimeOn the Northside of Time in Short Stories More Like This
It was a good day for the dogs and a bad one for the rabbits. I heard the big black dog howl his chase call through most of the afternoon, sometimes near and sometimes far. His little white shadow yipped along behind him. There were long pauses between yips heard. That little dog had short legs and needed extra wind and effort just to keep up.
The air outside was cool and sharp. The dogs ran under the last autumn leaves I could spot out there, out past the meadow. Some of those old trees in the grove stayed green the whole winter long. Most never did. The hunt through the big grove must have been exciting for the dogs. Not for smaller and younger animals.
The dogs came back when the setting sun put sof
Reel to RealTime runs togetherReel to Real in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Through a player
It runs together
Reel to reel
Real to real
Time through a player runs
Every moment of a night
Every sound of delight
Done as two
Our time runs
Time runs together
Every sound of a fight
Every moment of a flight
Done as one
My time runs
Time runs together
Time through together
Through a player runs
It runs together
Reel to reel
Real to real
Time through a player runs
Every moment of a start
Every sound of an art
Done as two
Our time runs
Time runs together
Every sound of a dart
Every moment of apart
Done as one
My time runs
Time runs together
Time runs together
Through a player
It runs together
Reel to reel
Real to real
Time through a player
Stages of LifeYouthStages of Life in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We watch our laughter
float like bubbles to the sky
and cloak our issues.
when children get sick and fall
and stays when they rise.
We look back and forth
with hope we're left alone now
and see we won't be.
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
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
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
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
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 QueenThe queen clenched her fists in impotent gesture. She was in hands of this beautiful creature that was Raithea and he knew that. He could tell the king, do what he pleased with her son...that thought was too terrible to even think about it. Queen heard a lot of terrible things about this child who were adult. He tortured, murdered and plotted in many ways but her lord husband was amazed by his charm. Maybe it too was the job of Raithea?The Queen in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She fell on her knees before little kid he was and looked at him with anger mixed with begging in her eyes.
"Don't call me my name, Your Highness. I am Lord Rhuitaure for everyone, even for you, my queen" through the face of a child went little smirk and queen knew that it won't be easy to bend him to her will. He was known for being witty but he had wicknesses. She even knew which.
"I am asking only for normal life for my son, Dhuren" she said with anger "You shouldn't turn me away like that, I am still your queen."
"But the child isn't ki
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&