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Ronin and the Outlaws: Part IIRoy and Kory watch as Jason and Joseph spar on the beachRonin and the Outlaws: Part II in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Roy: How long have they been at it?
Kory: Five days now.
Roy: Has the kid gotten any better?
Kory: Well he certainly hasn’t gotten worse….
Joseph and Jason each hold knives as they punch, kick and stab at each other. Jason is wearing his armor, Joseph is only wearing shorts. The younger man has some stubble on his chin and fresh cuts all over his body, not to mention other injuries from the All-Caste training.
Jason: Stop holding yourself to those ridiculous rules of Bruce’s and try to kill me.
Joseph: Excuse me if I think needlessly taking lives is stupid.
He
Nightwing/Kane Bros: The Demon Knight of GothamDick, Joseph and Sam are in a high end auction gallery. They are in tuxes, but Dick and Sam look uncomfortable.Nightwing/Kane Bros: The Demon Knight of Gotham in Short Stories More Like This
Sam: Why are we here?
Joseph: Someone needs to represent the Wayne Foundation for this auction. So I was sent as an executive and Dick as a Wayne.
Sam: Why didn't Bruce and Damian go?
Dick: They're...busy
Sam: Lucky
Joseph: Nothing wrong with a bit of culture, Sammy. And you loved the Brooklyn Museum back home.
Sam: That's because I went there because I wanted to.....
Dick: Come on, this is all freaky occult stuff so it should be a blast
Sam: Isn't that like the Mirror House you and Bruce--
Dick grows a bit pale at the mem
Batman: O Fortuna Part I: Fortune plango vulneraThe PresentBatman: O Fortuna Part I: Fortune plango vulnera in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Joseph Kane awoke to a ringing headache in a cavernous chamber, a lot like a church. In fact it was very like a medieval church, with the creepiest stone statues and stained glass you'd ever see. Horrific scenes of torture and damnation, figures of lecherous couples and doomed individuals. And right in front of him, above a pair of mighty oak doors, stood a stone wheel. Around the figure of the wheel were allegorical figures of sin and virtue, pleasure and wisdom, war and peace, life and death. In the center of the wheel stood the stone figure of a woman in a crown and robes; half her face a beautiful young woman; the other a sku
Ronin: Apex Predator Part IIIJoseph is sitting in his office at WayneTech late at night. A cane leans against his couch. He's going through files.Ronin: Apex Predator Part III in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Joseph: *narrating* Bored. So bored. So FREAKING bored. I want to be out fighting crime and protecting people...but NO! Bruce wants my leg to be 100% healed from that gunshot wound I got from Deadshot. So here I am, reading reports, signing forms...this is HELL. At least having a cane helps with the cover story of my spraining my leg hiking in the mountains.
The phone rings. Joseph picks it up.
Joseph: Yes.
Lucius Fox: *on phone* Joseph, we have a problem.
This gets Joseph's attention
Joseph: Problem?
Lucius Fox: *on ph
Valentine's Day Tale: Joseph Plays Cupid"I hate this holiday, I really do...." said Joseph Kane, his arms filled with objects red, pink and frilly. He had just come home from work early with boxes of various items that had appeared on his desk that day and was sorting them in Wayne Manor's main parlor. After seeing them, he KNEW he had to leave VERY early.Valentine's Day Tale: Joseph Plays Cupid in Short Stories More Like This
"Seems you caught the attention of several young women, sir," said Alfred taking the objects from Joseph's arms.
"I'm too busy to have a relationship, Alfred; plus even as just the info broker, it might not be safe for me to have one." Joseph picked up a teddy bear, "Right now I want to take a shotgun and use this mass marketed
Mad Peril Under The Big TopIt is early afternoon in the summer in Gotham. Joseph Kane trudges up the path to the door of Wayne Manor, gets in, tosses his briefcase and umbrella onto an antique chair and rushes down to the Batcave.Mad Peril Under The Big Top in Short Stories More Like This
Joseph: Sorry I'm late, the damn meeting with Ferris Aircraft took too long!
Batman: So I see. *looks at the state of Joseph*
Joseph: What?
Joseph looks like he's been through a car wash.
Joseph: It's a downpour out there! I had to take a cab that left me at the freaking train station and refused to freaking to take me out here! I had to walk from Bristol Hill station!
Dick emerges from the shadows.
Dick: *looking at how soaked Joseph
Kirby Create Day Tale: Continue The Tale"Joey!" asked Sam, "Can you tell me a story?"Kirby Create Day Tale: Continue The Tale in Short Stories More Like This
Joseph looked up from where he was doing research for Batman. There has been boom tubes...well booming all over the place depositing superpowered warriors all over the damn place. He knew who they were though: Orion, Big Barda, Mister Miracle, Desaad, Steppenwolf, Kalibak...The New Gods. "Sam, right now I'm trying to make sure we aren't having Darkseid return to Earth! Chaos is going on, and the least I can do is feed minute by minute information."
"Apocalypse and New Genesis really are having their war here, huh?" asked Sam, a bit of fear in his small voice.
"All over a so called 'Anti-Life Eq
Possible Future: Friends No MoreThe Time: Sometime in a possible futurePossible Future: Friends No More in Short Stories More Like This
The Place: Gotham, even worse than it was in the time of the first Batman
The present Batman was swinging over this urban hell, his trenchcoat flapping in the wind. He didn't need a Robin, he didn't need anyone. His bargain at the crossroads the night his predecessor died saw to that. He was a tall strong figure, grimmer than his father. More callous, more lethal. Even the Gotham Police, led by the present Commissioner Gordon, did not trust him. And that's the way he liked it. He didn't want liabilities, he didn't want feelings. He was bred to be a warrior, a conqueror; and that's what he will be.
He
DC Holiday Short Story: A Ragman For HanukkahThe ballroom and various social areas of Temple Beth Israel, the largest and oldest Reform synagogue in Gotham, was packed as the Hanukkah fair was in full swing. Children dashed from booth to booth, or they dragged their parents to see something.DC Holiday Short Story: A Ragman For Hanukkah in Short Stories More Like This
In this crowd, a trio were walking. Two of them were brothers, with similar blond hair and cheery demeanor. The third had hair black as night, and as usual was grumpy.
"All these people happy about a holiday where you light candles..."
"I'm sorry, Damian, but don't you light Christmas lights?" asked Joseph Kane. "Besides, its nice to learn different cultures than your own."
"Joey, Im hungry," sa
Ronin: Blade of Saturn Chapter 1Ronin rode his motorcycle into the Batcave after a hard night's patrol. He was still new to the job; and he was often sore and tired. But it was worth it; he was fulfilling the goal he had set for himself when he was 10: he was a hero, a protector. And he was doing it alongside the hero he had looked up to since he was a child, alongside his best friend since childhood, with his kid brother helping behind the scenes. A year's hard training had made him better than he was back in Brooklyn, it helped him come back from numerous injuries, it made him wiser. His first missions so far was corralling a couple lesser members of Batman's rogues galleRonin: Blade of Saturn Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
SadieA decade she was thereSadie in Free Verse More Like This
always watching me grow.
A decade she was there
through sunshine and snow.
A decade to laugh,
a decade to cry,
a decade to watch as her years went by.
Always a smile, never a frown,
she was constantly there whenever I'd turn around.
Wading in muddy rivers, racing through golden fields,
throwing snowballs for treats, catching unsuspecting birds for meals.
She was my protector, she was my friend,
she was my precious companion until the end.
Watching her brightness dim made the tears run dry,
and the limp took away that glorious freedom,
as each stumble and crash made the sobs escalate.
She was cradled in my arms
Remedial OppositionCease with making promises that you cannot ever keep—Remedial Opposition in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
can you not see this loathing becoming even more deep?
Halt in your useless words of comfort, telling me everything will be okay—
how can you say such things so simply, when you are never here day by day?
Refrain from acting as if you can turn my world from bleak to bright—
when was the last time you truly changed every wrong thing to right?
It was such a simple pleasure, back in those days;
just one word from you made gold from the grays.
A luxury it was, I now see that more clear than glass;
for those times are done and gone, having long since passed.
Indulgence was my
A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji LimerickThe butler had decided enough was enough.A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji Limerick in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His master’s manners were not up to snuff.
He resisted the urge to call the boy a brat,
for he was not allowed to keep his delightful cat.
Being a a child's manservant was certainly tough.
An Obituary To My ChildhoodDearly beloved; we are gathered here today to mourn the passing of a very special and dear friend to all of us...our Childhood.An Obituary To My Childhood in Philosophical More Like This
Childhood. Ah, I remember you as clear as yesterday. You were certainly my truest friend throughout the years--with you, I could do anything. I could be anything.
Do you remember that for every white rabbit you saw, there was a hole with Wonderland awaiting you close by?
Do you remember when those shimmers in the air on a really hot day was actually Tinkerbell, trying to give you some pixie dust?
Do you remember seeing something out of the corner of your eye, and automatically you knew it was something from an enchanted forest just waiting for you to follow?
I do. I remember it all. Back then, imagination was the true form of currency. What are these "checks" and "credit cards" you speak of? All I need to do is think really hard, and I'll have some gold to give you!
But those days are over. We are not allow
S E C R E T Ss omethingS E C R E T S in Free Verse More Like This
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c onceals
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The Fool and the Cynic"He's so sweet and amazing, I'm sure we're meant to be!"The Fool and the Cynic in Free Verse More Like This
That's what all girls say about their first boyfriend.
"You know, he's really cute too. Plus, he has cute friends!"
Your definition of "cute" normally doesn't include manners or intelligence.
"He took me out for dinner and kissed me after he asked! He's the one! We're going to go to college together!"
Are you an idiot? These types of relationships rarely last...focus on life, not puppy love.
"...hey...we're fighting...I think he hates me now...did I call him too much? Text him too much?"
Try "Was I too naïve?" or maybe even "Did I talk about myself too much?"
"Oh, God...he broke up
To My Guardian AngelDear guardian angel,To My Guardian Angel in Letters More Like This
Don't be too offended by this, but...are you even real? Are you watching me type this out right now, this second, like you should be? Or are you just some entity that is said to exist, but in reality, it's just a lie?
I want to know, if you are real, then why haven't I exactly gotten the guidance I need lately. Why haven't you protected me, like you're said to do, from all the things in my life that make me feel like I'm dying inside?
Why haven't you protected me from myself?
If you have tried, then, well...obviously you haven't tried hard enough for me to realize it or sense it.
Please. Try harder.
If you are truly
HellfireYou see her nonsensical whims and think to yourself,Hellfire in Free Verse More Like This
"nothing but a simpler state of mind."
Yet —
She hides behind an ivory mask,
skeleton smiles
and torpid mirth;
Radioactive sulfuric masses of artificial
crystalline lips upturned in an adamant curve.
Laughter echoing throughout hollow bones, concave and
just as empty as the cartilage ensnaring the vacant
smirk.
You can't fathom the netherworld tucked deep in her translucent limbs;
nor comprehend the frenzied howls from the fangs of a decaying Cerberus.
For when you will at last board Charon's ferry and float down the conflagrant waters of
Styx, regarding her perched upon a thro
lost.Wandering,lost. in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for your voice to
reach out for mine.
Fingertips of satin,
caressing the confines of my
soul;
whispering a thousand constellations to my waning sanity.
Promises upon promises,
mosaic labyrinths etched into mutilated
flesh.
Trembling lips — July's blasphemous sun
lingering above December's intangible moon,
and these looking-glass limbs scream for your
tongue to shatter me into one million
pieces.
Rose eyelashes; iron thorns and liquid petals
flutter open to the dull luster of our
salt-licked sarcophagus—
and in the end, your nebula fades away
in the disintegrating morning, just like my [heart] broken
heart.
What is loveShe has these long, storm fingers.What is love in Free Verse More Like This
The kind that leave me wide-eyed and angry.
This gargoyle heart that beats 6 times slower than it should—
As she loves to leave me with half finished sentences
and a p o e t i c tongue covered in ink.
She spreads jealous heat along my cheeks,
as my nights are filled with stardust dreams.
Her words fight off hurricane nightmares.
She is a ribcage embrace,
warming these thin origami bones and
tattooing monochromatic love stories along my curves.
Shhh...Whispering sweet little liesShhh... in Free Verse More Like This
along the narrow pathways of my heart
I caught the lurking shadows
behind your large city eyes.
And with barbwire fingers,
You stroked all my pretty s c a r s.
[Don't say a word.]
Bloodshed: A Love Storyi find her beautiful.Bloodshed: A Love Story in Free Verse More Like This
cliche or not—
a delicate flower
(with the thickest of thorns.)
pressing fingertips against a racing pulse
and traveling veins like a road map
of mix matched puzzle pieces
(never put back together properly)
i swear i can see her [ h e a r t ]
just the surface
below
[hidden] between a ribcage embrace—
small, and sharply bristled.
i find her beautiful.
cliche or not—
[ i'll let my scars
tell our love story.]
NymphShe has a fear of drowning.Nymph in Free Verse More Like This
Of losing herself beneath the
cold lonely waters of [chaos]
and many nights spent
fending off the nightmares.
Hiding small bones
behind black and white
photographs and shy artsy
fingers, she still believes
In faeries, of myths and
of legends: because
sharp toothed realities
are to hard for this pixie
heart to bear.
He's the kind of boyWith calloused fingersHe's the kind of boy in Free Verse More Like This
this boy trails poetry
down the length of spines.
[His whispers
smell like lemon drops,
and taste of sweet poison.]
He carries a tattered
notebook in one hand,
and an ink pen
in the pocket
closest to his heart.
[The paper romantic
who warms lonely
December nights.]
His dreams are bigger
than skylines.
Too much for just one.
For the love of HyacinthusApollo,For the love of Hyacinthus in Free Verse More Like This
Longing for the love of Spartan's youth,
In a field of green hues where no flowers grew,
Lay his loves wounded body.
From out his pale, still and lifeless chest,
Sprang forth the loveliest of flowers.
A site so beautiful, the gods were moved to tears.
Bending down, Apollo caressed his lovers cheek,
His tears mixed with mortals blood--
More of these flowers thrived in his embrace.
Convinced these oddities were created by the love they shared,
He named the flower Hyacinth, after his beloved.
Show me what the stars look like tonight.I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness.Show me what the stars look like tonight. in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of darkness said to have made
shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes
& the kind of war lands made of
desecrated, dandelion wrists.
I am the wind, the morphine pump
& I’ve carved my bones into stars.
I wear them around my neck
like outward sun marrow
warming my carotid pulse.
These little glow-in-the-dark blankets
aren’t enough to stifle the sounds;
but my anatomy never seemed to fit
together the right way anyway.
AryaShe is a wolf in her dreams.Arya in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting upon an iron throne-
Woman of an old Greek myth,
A woodland Goddess
with a fire spirit sleeping
in her veins, a hyena heart
thrives within a ribcage embrace.
This lovely girl steals the hearts of kings,
assassins, and lowly blacksmiths.
Lacking honor, brave little shoulders shrug-
She whisperes, "My heart beats for no one."
Mabonthere are dead leavesMabon in Free Verse More Like This
sprouting from her amber spine,
reaching with child-fingers
to devour the sun.
her skin is freezing,
seeping winter through
november pores.
seeking warmth,
the whiskey tongues
of godless boys
wish to decipher
the atlas of her thighs.
counting the sleepy fireflies
alight in her lungs- there is
wanderlust churning & warming
her frostbitten heartstrings.
swinging pendulum hips,
"I am the tease of autumn flames.
I breathe in mint sunsets,
& gasoline dreams."
Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles.i.Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles. in Free Verse More Like This
these god-hands are barbwire's,
snagging & scarring everything
they touch.
ii.
black tongue bleeding sweet ichor
along the guarded walls
of skeletal frames.
iii.
'i want to taste heaven.
it rests there,
just beneath your bones.'
iv.
he is a god dog
made of scythes & scalpels,
sewn together with weak thread.
v.
and she is
Drowning in SocietyDrowning in Society:Drowning in Society in Free Verse More Like This
Cold on the inside...
shivering before the night breaks
I watch myself fall
I hear the devil's call-
He breathes to me, once now, I lose myself and burn again!
He breathes to me, twice now, I lose myself and burn again!
This feeling of the ocean surrounding me
Drown in the oil of vile society
It clings and takes the life right out of me
Drown in the love of vile society...
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted
Break down, constructed
Break down, conflicted!
We live our lives in hopes of growing wings
Pure white until they're stained by everything
Leave all that you hope for far behind
Let darkne
These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red... in Free Verse More Like This
These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,
I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...
As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,
I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.
Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,
Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.
From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,
Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
The Real WritersThe Real Writers:The Real Writers in Free Verse More Like This
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
Posers...
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monst
FEARFEAR:FEAR in Free Verse More Like This
Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey
For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows—
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see
From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below
Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only
The Way We LiveThe Way We Live:The Way We Live in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.
But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.
I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.
And that's all it
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man in Free Verse More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
No features
No face
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a
SANGUINE Chapter 1 - 5SANGUINESANGUINE Chapter 1 - 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A tale of vampires, twists and delusions, by Chen Yuan Wen
Chapter 1: The Smiling Devil
Release Five: Pages 14 - 17
Sanguinus seemed to size up the creature that was in possession of Lina's body. He considered its experience, its possible choices of action and most importantly its weaknesses. For the time being, the creature looked to be competent with the war hammer, at least to the degree of Lina's natural skill. Sanguinus had no doubt that it would have absorbed her knowledge, but the key to his victory lay in the extent to which the creature was able to use the knowledge it had usurped. Sanguinus
KidKid:Kid in Free Verse More Like This
I enter the classroom and look around
I sit at my desk and stare at the floor
Nobody here ever tries to talk to me
and I can't really talk to them
I usually wait for class to begin
But ten minutes can feel like an eternity
I wish I could pop in my earphones
But they cut them in half yesterday...
Sometimes I hear them talking about me
But the words are always the same
They say it so much that I start to believe;
That I'm really what they say I am
Ugly, fat, stupid, beast;
These are the lightest words that they use
I wonder why they have to do it to me
But I don't know what it's like to be normal
Lunchtime is usually not s
An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father:An Oath to My Father in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.
A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.
I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors
Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.
Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!
Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -
Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood
Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hun
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:Sending Me To Hell in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrat
SunburntMy sun-blistered heartSunburnt in Free Verse More Like This
has an angry red skin
that peels and flakes;
sobbing wood-shaving tears.
They collect on the ribcage floor
making a dirty black bed
for the heart to lay in
when it sinks - heavy -
at the end of each day.
It tries to shed this skin,
an amalgamation of former loves
sueted into a shell;
it wants to be free of the past;
but my whole, burnt raw heart,
bites at itself in your name,
turning rabid on itself
and picking leperose holes
out of its memories.
It eats itself,
and I hold onto the railings
and try to breathe.
Try to colonise my life sentence
Until a dark period grinds me to a stop.
Song: I loved youShe wears pink and I wear out.Song: I loved you in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You say its not like that, I'm about
ready to get up and shout
that I love you;
and nothing she could do or say
would make my heart look away,
it's only you who's gone astray,
'cos I loved you
You choose anything but me.
Not how this was meant to be.
Anything but me,
so what am I
what am I left with?
and I get that you are moving on
and it's me who don't belong
but I can't believe that its wrong
to still love you
an' now she's making up your bed,
the mem'ries locked up in my head;
I choose to live with them instead
'cos I love you.
You choose anything but me.
Not how this was meant to be.
Anything but me,
Sea SaltI walked along the bracket of the beach with a pocketful of salt that the sea no longer wanted. I had originally intended on returning it (one day), I didn't mean to keep it. Technically, because it wasn't mine, I stole that salt. I sifted the crystals out of the water and rolled them between my fingers until they were eroded smooth by the ridges in my fingerprint. Fingerprints embedded in the evidence. Salt embedded in my identity.Sea Salt in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They never caught me. I was never reprimanded for stealing from the earth. I should have been. I should have been.
KissingMy lips are still freshKissing in Free Verse More Like This
from our fevered kisses,
even after they slowed
to a steady flutter;
matching our erratic heartbeats.
My lips are still raw
with the urge to kiss again.
Cigarette BurnsHear me read itCigarette Burns in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We slept on a mattress on the floor and I had a tendency to kick the sheets off the corners in my sleep. I have caustic dreams. When the sheet would come undone (a direct reflection of my mental state) I would joke about us living in squalor, and we would laugh about cigarette burns exposing the vulnerable belly of the bed. The truth was, neither of us smoked, the bed was unburned, but both of us preferred to think of our home as slightly damaged to reflect the people inhabiting it. Eventually - you left. You did not take the mattress with you, and yet I was left with the unquenchable conception that you left because you grew
Talking to the FurnitureRichard found himself talking to the furniture.Talking to the Furniture in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Ahhh" he sighed settling into his favourite chair "lets have a nice sit down shall we?" The question lay down on the floral rug and withered away unanswered.
"What's that all about, eh?" he grumbled to the doormat that had curled up snuggly against the front door, jamming it when he opened it for the milk, as he picked up his post. "What's that about?"
"Right then, let's get the kettle on" he chirped conversationally to the kettle which blushed until steam came out of its ears and boiled despite being watched. "Lovely cuppa" he said in thanks, and the kettle whistled shyly to herself until s
Losing my BreathIt's 2amLosing my Breath in Free Verse More Like This
and the calling birds
are hatching in my heart,
I feel it crack and they emerge.
Feel them drilling on my ribs,
the steady anxious thrum
of a flight risk
waiting to happen.
It's 3am
and I can't breathe,
memories of you
are nesting in my throat
and now
I can't work around them.
It's cutting off the circulation,
and my frantic heart
tries to keep on.
It's 5am
and tears scratch their directions
into my cheeks,
they flounder and meander
and they erode.
My skin and soul is scraped down
layer by layer
to nought.
It's 8am
and another day is heralded
by the angry flutterings in my chest.
I try to swallow my pride,
dam the tears
and crawl through the dark again.
Coughing up blood
and inhaling iron filings
(The remainder of
what used to be my life).
HatredYou are a hemorrhage. You are the violent implosion of my blood under my skin that makes it itch like I am morphine-high. You are my blood seeping from arteries into artillery and shooting holes through my over-ripened heart. You are the snarl on my lip and scars across my forearms that burst open when I over reach my capabilities. You are the writhing groaning dying beast in my ribbed cage that aches for a kill. If I released you, you would snap my neck and watch me spurt out the only truth between us; my blood. You are venom and sap, holding my structure together from otherwise limp apathy but nonetheless you are poison, and how I hate you,Hatred in Free Verse More Like This
The Bone CollectorSometimes my breath catches in my throatThe Bone Collector in Free Verse More Like This
and the very stillness of an earth going
a thousand and three miles per hour
gets lodged there.
Sometimes these simple exchanges
leave me breathless, croaking on dust:
the unfiltered pigments of other people's skin
and blood and ash
but with my tarred lungs and itchy eyes
I sit and sift through charcoaled remains,
alphabetising them from c to c. I am lost
in a world charred brazen.
Many things I have loved have turned to ash.
Many people. I was naive enough to think
that there was some perfect nutritional truth
that could outlast hell-fire.
I claw through a world turned ashen
and know those dead
The WallI punched the wall.The Wall in Free Verse More Like This
The paper broke, a split lipped frown.
That was the thin veneer of joy you painted over my cracks with.
I punched the wall.
The paper bloomed into a paprika tulip.
That was the rusting screw in your jaw swinging off its hinge with your lies.
I punched the wall.
The paint broke into a smile
and I chipped out its teeth. They were the over polished hopes of our future.
I punched the wall.
The plaster spluttered out a storm.
Smooth and sleepy; I scratched at its eyes for promising to look out for me.
I punched the wall.
The plaster coughed hard again.
My anger was a consumption and its tendrils spasmed out from the s
Transformers:The New Recruit18 Virus smiled as she found a human driving along the road beside her. Another test subject, this time a teenage boy riding a blue motorcycle. With Virus's disquize, a purple sports car, the boy didn't even know who was driving behind him. With a series of swift movements, she was transformed and had him in her grasp. But to her surprise, the motorcycle he had been riding on transformed as well. And Virus recognized her as being one of the first to be tested with the Dark Energon mind-control system.Transformers:The New Recruit18 in Short Stories More Like This
"Arcee! Help!" screamed the pathetic boy in Virus's clutches.
"Jack!" cried the femmebot, quickly activating her energon blasters and aiming
Transformers:The New Recruit17 Ratchet just couldn't figure out how those Autocons had did it. Here, sitting on his medical table, was a full-fledged Autobot! But it wasn't! Ratchet couldn't get his head around how... THIS was supposed to be a human! Things like this weren't meant to be. SHOULDN'T be! It was unnatural.Transformers:The New Recruit17 in Short Stories More Like This
Optimus walked up to Ratchet. "Is everything going smoothly?" he asked, looking concerned and serious as usual.
Ratchet slowly shook his head. "From what I can see she's 100% Cybertronian, energy and all! I just don't understand-"
"Have you checked the spark's level of activity?" Ania interrupted, walking around the corner.
Transformers:The New Recruit16Chapter NineTransformers:The New Recruit16 in Short Stories More Like This
Ania ran to follow her. "Wait!" she said, "I think I know how to fix you!"
The human bot stopped, and turned around. "How?"
Ania gestured to her chest. "Every Cybertronian has a spark inside... our spark of life. With humans... it seems to be different. So what is inside your spark chamber? If you come with me, I can help you turn back to what you once were," she said, looking at the human bot with kindness and honesty.
The bot gave much hesitation, taking a step twords Ania, and then back again a few times, a battle going on in her mind. But soon she realized that if she ran, she would have no where to go, since she didn
Transformers:The New Recruit15 The metal lady yet again put the sword by Atasi's throat. "Now, go... move some of those rocks over there to that tree right next to the ship, human bot," she sneered, pushing Atasi toward the pile of rocks. Stumbling and staring at how tall she was compared to the trees and rocks around her in fear, Atasi tremblingly lifted the rocks one by one, and carried them over to the tree the metal lady had been talking about.Transformers:The New Recruit15 in Short Stories More Like This
If Atasi hadn't been so scared at that moment, she would have been staring in wonder at how she could now carry rocks bigger than what size she used to be.
Virus smiled, happy at how effichiantly the human bot was doing the
Transformers:The New Recruit14 Waking up back in her cell, Atasi opened her eyes slowly. What had happened? What had those big metal people done to her? Looking around the cell, she realized that it was not as big as it used to be, and yet it was the same cell. Shakily, she raised a hand to her face, and froze as if paralyzed. Her hand... it was not flesh anymore. Shaking once more, and crying out, Atasi looked at the rest of her body. She had become one of them.Transformers:The New Recruit14 in Short Stories More Like This
Virus sat in her room once more, smiling wickedly at how successful her experiment had been. Steepleing her fingers, she thought about how to control the human... bot... thing. After all, since the humans were
Transformers:The New Recruit13Chapter EightTransformers:The New Recruit13 in Short Stories More Like This
Virus sat alone in her room on the ship. Sighing, she closed her eyes and let the power of the Allspark wash over her. It's gentle touch comforted her whenever she felt in doubt or scared. The only reason she did not like it's power though, was because it influenced her to do things she did not want to do. Like right now it was telling her to stop with her plan and forgive the people who had betrayed her in the past... but she could not... would not. Resentment grew in her spark, and the connection to the loving power of the Allspark faded away.
Getting up from her seat, Virus called her fellow Autocons into the room. They c
Transformers:The New Recruit12 Optimus groaned as he awoke. He was in the Autobot base. What had happened? The last he could remember was Virus aiming and firing that weapon at him, and the struggle to not let the Dark Energon overtake him, and then... darkness.Transformers:The New Recruit12 in Short Stories More Like This
He sat up, and saw all of his team around him, obviously passed out. And then he saw the girl Arcee and him had found in the jungle. She was currently trying to fix a large hole in the base's wall by pushing boulders in front of it and drilling large sheets and poles over cracks between them. And then, to Optimus's utter disbelief, he watched as she moved some of the largest boulders without even touching them.
Transformers:The New Recruit10Chapter SixTransformers:The New Recruit10 in Short Stories More Like This
"Now, Optimus Prime, be a dear and destroy the incoming Decepticon threat currently coming our way please?" Virus chuckled, stepping out of the way of the prison door. A dark figure stood up from the prison floor, and with a hiss and clank, the bonds on the figure's hands and ankles fell to the floor. The glowing purple eyes fixed on Virus, and suddenly there was a blade at Virus's throat.
"Who are you to have authority over me?" The dark figure bellowed.
Virus set a finger delicately on the flat of the blade. "Oh, Optimus, of course I have supreme command over you!" and with that, Ania whispered a few words of an ancient me
Transformers:The New Recruit 9 Ania quickly dodged out of the way of a few energon blasts, picked up all three of the humans, and ran through the exit of the base. Transforming into a Cybertronian-looking car with the humans inside, she put metal to the pedal and drove as fast as she could out of there.Transformers:The New Recruit 9 in Short Stories More Like This
Fury smiled as the purple femmebot, a.k.a. Virus, the head of the Autocons, talked to her. "So... You captured Optimus Prime AND Megatron, and put them in the prison cells on the first floor of this ship?!" Virus cried.
"Yes, Virus," said Fury, "I did, and they are ready for testing per your command."
Virus smiled devilishly. "Then let's get started..."
Optimus nar
Transformers:The New Recruit 8"Well, you're full of surprises, aren't you, Megatron?" Purred Furry, "First you had your warriors ambush me, and now you send a secret encoded message to them requesting backup from the hidden comm in your left hand."Transformers:The New Recruit 8 in Short Stories More Like This
Megatron loaded his eyebrows menacingly and growled, "How did you know?"
"Ah Tronie, it's all because of the power observation! It's something every good warrior must learn!" Furry sneered, "Or were you absent on the first day of Elite Guard training?" She laughed, "Besides, I wanted you too signal your guards to come here! The more test subjects the merrier!"
"Test subjects?" Optimus asked, hoping Fu
Tick-Tock"Tick-Tock"Tick-Tock in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tick-tock
The clock struck five
Another minute passed
Time controls our lives
Can I turn back the dials?
No one has to know
I'm just so very tired
Watching the time go
The clock doesn't care
An objects mocks our hearts
Numbers arranged in a circle
Could be wrong from the start
Tick-tock
Hours passing by
There's nowhere you can hide
Before it's time to die
Can I wake up?
Maybe it's a dream
Can I turn the hourglass around
And then go back to sleep?
The sand drips like water
Flowing freely in a space
Reminding sons and daughters
One day they'll be erased
Tick-tock
This noise is in my head
Not much longer now
I don't want to leav
You Can Be A Poet“You Can Be A Poet”You Can Be A Poet in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I guarantee everyone is a poet
But I am willing to bet not many know it
Forming a poem is a simple task
Just string words on paper that seem to mask
Your hidden feelings on a certain subject
Or how you wish this world could be perfect
Not all poems have to be deep in meaning
And indeed even the simplest poems can be quite deceiving
This poem for example exists
Without any misdirection or twists
The focus of this poem is to provide
A helpful little guide
On how to write the absolute best
And bring out the skills everyone does possess
Poems work to magnificent avail
If one decides to retell a tale
Poems allow
Maiden By The Bay“Maiden By The Bay”Maiden By The Bay in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every now and then across the water at night
A lady can be seen dressed in long silky white
She dances along the water as elusive as a bird
Her beauty so astounding I can not put into words
Her movements so graceful they shift the moon’s release
On the gravity of the earth; every crevice and crease
If the world were to fall apart around her piece by piece
Her dancing would never cease but only increase
And I wait for every day to end so I can say
I have seen this great maiden by the bay
The flowers enveloping her sing in harmony with the bees
The trees bend their barks and their branches tease
The ne
The Perfect Present"The Perfect Present"The Perfect Present in Free Verse More Like This
During the winter season on a night very cold
Where the frosty breeze sends shivers down your spine
I met a little boy on the road decades ago
Who looked at the time to be about eight or nine.
I saw him aimlessly wandering from afar
Dodging cars who simply passed him by.
Judging by his ripped clothes he had many scars
And a pair of the most pained blue eyes
Now normally I would have just continued driving.
Who the hell cares about this little ploy?
Its tough enough in this world surviving
Without striving to care about some little boy.
For I asked myself if I was in his shoes
Would he bother to stop his
Guys Are Like Cats"Guys Are Like Cats"Guys Are Like Cats in Free Verse More Like This
Over trash cans and through the streets
He followed her hypnotizing scent
Around the corners he had to sneak
But he believed this was time well spent
He followed her all the way home
And sat on the front steps of her porch
Hoping to hear moans and groans
If her father caught him he'd be torched
But still he climbed that tree
The one outside of her room
No matter how far the view may be
He brought his camera for better zoom
Through the window he saw her hair
God, she looked beautiful that day
With his jaw dropped he stared
Sadly, there was no other way
He had tried to gain her attention
Every method he c
What Guys Think"What Guys Think"What Guys Think in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe if I tried a little harder
Or was a little bit smarter
Maybe if I wasn't such a bore
Maybe then she'd like me more
Am I even exciting enough?
Does she like a guy who's tough?
Maybe if my breath didn't smell
She'd like me more I can tell
Does she even like me at all?
Maybe she's more on the ball
Maybe I'm just a fool strung out
Maybe I need less self-doubt
Before she starts to prefer
Another guy next to her
Maybe I'm her only one
Burning brightly as her sun
Maybe I should walk away
And leave her to another's prey
Falling into the hands of a fiend
Maybe I should intervene
Maybe if I applied who I am
Love Is Blind"Love Is Blind"Love Is Blind in Free Verse More Like This
He was a world renown artist
He could play the violin
He could tell you any song
Before it would begin
He could speak many languages
So fluent off his tongue
He always kept his house clean
Before spring had even sprung
He traveled many countries
An intellectual he was
He would tinker with his watches
For reasons just because
He was a classy gentleman
So spiritual and divine
The only dilemma here
Was that he was blind
He had never seen the colors
Or the faces passing by
But you would never know this
Because he'd look you in the eye
And smile as wide as he could
A happy man he was
Still he hurt inside
Stroke"Stroke"Stroke in Free Verse More Like This
I feel so numb; so far away
What happened to my arms and legs?
I can't hear noise; did I speak?
Why are muscles growing weak?
I'm losing balance; I've fallen down
The room is spinning round and round
Like tracing lines that have no end
I've tried but fallen down again
No one can hear me on the floor
Screaming into rooms next door
Hearing voices inside of me
They scream for help so silently
I blacked out but couldn't tell
Where's my heart or body cells
Waking up near cold white beds
Tears from eyes soon start to shed
What just happened?; I wonder why
Why people soon did cry
I think my mother finally spoke
"Oh Dear
Exiled Together"Exiled Together"Exiled Together in Free Verse More Like This
He slept with both eyes open
As the maiden near him cried
Under covers tightly woven
They knew tomorrow would be goodbye
He gave her all he had
But soon she'd have to go
Leaving him very sad
And possibly quite alone
She could have been pelted
By stones from those arms
Who would rather see her swelter
Under fire by a barn
Every time they tried
To torture her to death
This man would come around
And defend her one last breath
But now she would be cast
Into the morning's rising sun
I can't say I know for sure
What exactly she had done
Was she deemed a witch?
A fugitive? A traitor?
Was she the town's snitch
Stronger"Stronger"Stronger in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How does it feel to be erased?
How does it feel to be replaced?
Consumed by your inborn hate
You've made your grave in a lonesome fate
How does it feel to feel nothing at all?
How does it feel to stumble and crawl?
Not such a nice feeling now, is it?
Others may deem you as quite pathetic
I don't need your filth, your shame, your lies
And I found in time I did survive
I'm stronger now because I don't allow
People to walk over or break me down somehow
I don't need your trust, your eyes, your games
And in the end it was really such a shame
But I refuse to relate to the same mistakes
I don't allow myself to ache or break
I feel s
101- AlleyCharacter: Alley101- Alley in Profiles More Like This
Affiliation: -Lolwut?
Movie/Show: -Hetalia!
BASICS
1. What is your full name? Do you have a nickname?
Alexandria Christine Elizabeth Roads
2. How old are you? When is your birthday?
1770 July fifth. I am very young, and I'm damn sexy >:3
3. Where were you born? Where do you live now? Are you patriotic?
England, I live in Washington D.C. HELL YEAH I'M PATRIOTIC!
4. Who are/were your parents? (Names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
My parents hated me D: they thought me and my twin were failures. But now look at us! Well, at me at least. I'm epic.
5. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like
Edward RichtofenEdward Richtofen was seated in a rolling office chair, in front of him was a large desk littered with millions of result papers. The results were all unresponsive, the test subjects either keeled over dead after getting injected with element 115 or they were murderous and would attack him or his partner. Ludvig Maxis was his partner's name; at the thought of his Edward slammed a fist on the desk. Pencils jumped and papers shifted around, that man was getting distracted. Richtofen was pouring his entire intellect, time and faith into this research. While Maxis was off wasting his time on that insolent child, and that Sofia girl.Edward Richtofen in Profiles More Like This
"I hate child
Nazi Zombies 3When Alfons regained consiousness he heard Nicholai singing, Alfons was too tired to even ask the Russian to shut up. He just laid there and it wasn't until he yawned that Nicholai noticed he was awake.Nazi Zombies 3 in Profiles More Like This
"Hello?" he asked Alfons and Alfons just groaned irritabily.
"I see you're not very cheery today" he said and Alfons ignored him, from the otherside of him someone said "Oh you're awake"
Alfons glanced to his sister.
"Verryterin" he said and she rose her eyebrows,
"Wheres that god for saken American?" he asked and she smirked.
"Asleep" she said and tugged on her arm band and then said
"Sorry bout knocking you out, but I can take care
Nazi zombies 4"Cherry, I need you to try and relax" he said and she tried to breath deeply threw her nose but her breaths got shaky, the more she tried the more sucsessful she was and soon she was berathing calmly.Nazi zombies 4 in Profiles More Like This
"bend your leg back" he said calmly and she did slowly.
"Now try to straighten it" he said and she did so, but she cried out in pain. Nikolai sat and watched clueless, he had no idea what was happening. She tried again and fully straghtened it held it for a second and the her muscle pulled itself tighter and her leg bent back again.
"Alright, I need to carry you for a few minutes, then you need to try and walk" she said nothing, she was tryin
Nazi Zombies chpt 7Cherry was half asleep on the bed, she had been semi woken by the door opening then closing again. Someone saidNazi Zombies chpt 7 in Profiles More Like This
"hello?" and then she heard footsteps towards her. She felt someone grasp her hand and she knew who's it was. The hand was rough and had long fingers, of course it was Dempsy's. she was too tired to even speak and he said
"You okay?" he sounded genuinely worried. She tightened her hold on his hand and muttered a few words
"Yeah, you?" he sat on the floor next to her bed and said
"yeah, they asked me some akward questions and I was wondering who you were doing" she closed her eyes but she couldn't help but feel curious. Why wou
Nazi zombies Story chpt 8She pushed him away surprised and scared, she spun around to AlikNazi zombies Story chpt 8 in Profiles More Like This
"Uh, yes?" she said and Alik was pointing at her neck and then he glared at Dempsy
"What did you just do?" he spat and Dempsy shrugged
"I kissed her" he said and it was like Cherry was suddenly awake
"you kissed me!?" she exclaimed like she hadn't even noticed that he had. He nodded slowly
"yeah Cherry" he said and she pulled a knife and sent in hurdling into his boot, he jumped and yelped and Alik looked completely out of his mind, so many odd things had just happened he was mentally stunned.
Cherry had missed Dempsy's foot, to her dismay as she watched him and Alik hal
Nazi Zombies Chapter 9Nikolai Belinski was hitting zombies with the butt of his heavy rifle,Nazi Zombies Chapter 9 in Profiles More Like This
"Nikolai! Shoot! Shooting kills them faster!" Rose called as she knifed a creeping zombie with a small dagger.
"Says you, going around stabbing them with a sad excuse for a knife" Nikolai said as he hit a zombie squarely in jaw and relished the sound of its neck breaking.
"I. Have. No. AMMO" Rose explained as something latched a hand around her ankle and pulled hard. She was swept from her feet and was pulled along the concrete ground; she tripped zombies and screamed
"Nikolai! Something's got me!" Nikolai whirled around as whatever had Rose from the ankle suddenly st
Nazi zombies Story chpt 11Cherry was running as fast as her legs could carry her, anywhere away from that idiot Alik and that traitorous American. How dare she call him her friend, he was only being kind to get information out of her. The next time she saw either one of them there would be a bullet in-between their eyes faster than they could say her name. She ran past a group of shrunken heads on stakes stabbed into the ground. This forest was dense and extremely humid, the perspiration on her face dripped down her neck and soaked into her clothes. She yelled a curse word loudly and pointlessly; she was so angry and so confused. But she tried not to think about anythNazi zombies Story chpt 11 in Profiles More Like This
Nazi Zombies chpt 14Samantha Maxis was sitting on a bar, her legs swinging and she was humming an old school song. The blood on her right hand pooled on the table and she used one clawed finger to scratch a line in the wood.Nazi Zombies chpt 14 in Profiles More Like This
"Sam?" Linda said from the floor and Sam ignored her
"She's kind of happy isn't she?" Hawk asked Linda and the little girl nodded and furrowed her eyebrows.
"That usually means she's full, so how come you didn't share?" Linda asked and Sam continued ignoring her.
"Well we did get to consume that girl earlier" Hawk said shaking his head causing his black hair to get out his eyes.
"Yeah, but her soul was far from strong. That boy from ear
Nazi zombies Story chpt 1 Tank Dempsy stepped gingerly into a puddle of blood; he glanced grimacing at hisNazi zombies Story chpt 1 in Profiles More Like This
bloody shoes and then put the butt of his M16 deep into his shoulder. "Nickolai" he
whispered and from behind him a man with dark eyes and an ushanka over his head said "yes?" "I think I hear one, behind this door" Dempsy said quietly and Nickolai just nodded "I think I hear them all around us" he said and Dempsy just gave him an annoyed looked and just kicked in the door and yelled "I'VE GOT YOU NOW!" but he saw no zombie. There was nothing there that wanted to chew on his flesh or nibble on his brain, instead there
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