you arei want a city ruinedyou are in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
every time you love me.
i want to show how loudly i shake,
enough to break
faults and how it will never be yours,
and bring down skylines
when you aren't here.
there are seven weeks until my blood runs blank,
but it is so full tonight
it could drown a man.
i hope it drowns you,
the way it carries the only beautiful thing about me
my heart, my love.
it's time you pull together
your telephone wires and breathe stars
back into my body-
it was so dark without you.
there was no moon,
just the kind of black
you know could be no emptier.
i am effulgent again
with the ways i've needed to feel,
i am bursting with fire
instead of hurting, i heal,
and i'm still bright enough
to be burning like god speaks.
i myself speak too loud.
it's what happens at night when i let you love me
and my body writhes with glee
over something it has never known.
i'm afraid to wake the neighbours, or the sisters i'm loving as my own.
when i'm embarrassed by myself,
i won't ask you to hold
22 aprili was told that when she woke up, we were thisclose to each other and our faces nearly touched.22 april in Emotional More Like This
did i ever tell you how i don't mean to push my spine to the surface and you away from me, when it's time to sleep, how i only do it because if i don't, i'll find myself falling into the way your hands move and how little you are as you sink into sheets and how wide your eyes become, green and bright like a forest, and i have to turn so that when i close my eyes, i know your lips aren't about to find mine?
i wish i didn't feel that way a lot of times, but that closeness lights my skin on fire and it's all i can do to keep my hands immobile and the minute space between us alive, because it's impossible to see you, supine and near and soft on my pillow, and not find myself pulling the threads tighter to sew makeshift stitches between our hips and fill the gaps between our lips.
i thrive on intimacy -- sex, tangling bodies as though they were singular secrets, knowing another as wel
denial can only stretch so farwhen asked if i amdenial can only stretch so far in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in love, i shall say, no. well,
maybe a little.
unending, ceaselessnight,unending, ceaseless in Free Verse More Like This
black and bony
fades in neon lights.
three dollar shit
into our skin.
deep and swallowing
bodies of bodies
elbow and knee
joints and sheets,
in the open air-
than the moment,
by the sway,
and we talk,
of each others' tongues
in the connection,
only to retie
ambivalence"you're the only oneambivalence in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i want to fall asleep with,"
i say to two men.
the commutei keep your kissthe commute in Free Verse More Like This
under my bed:
i won't lose it
just because you aren't here.
i will hesitate in the spaces
between the weeks
we are together,
and we are
i will write you letters
and gaps and commas
when my head stops spinning
and my pride takes a bow
to the lion of my heart,
and feel the stinging air
seep out of its balloon.
put your (love) affairs in order, dear
and find me under your blankets;
i want the places i know best
to be the ones made of skin,
secretly tucked away
in the crook of your elbow
where my body rests, or
behind your ear,
like a pencil-
i want you to write me words
that make me start to hum.
indian summersleepyindian summer in Free Verse More Like This
take their toll
and i start wondering if you're drinking
and feeling stars sink from the sky
to merge with the waves of your stomach
undulations with sparkles of poison
and i wonder
if you're warmer, like copper
or if your arm is snaked
around another girl's waist
or if your teeth
glitter the way they do
when you're sober
and smiling at me
or if you even
to pull away
when every night,
you fold me,
in your arms
until the morning
i will always
in the moments
i'll see you later
sticking with hope
and a promise
to feel the burnt brown
of your skin,
move over my own
i love you
like an indian summer
i'm not going to say i've missed youthere is enough air in mei'm not going to say i've missed you in Free Verse More Like This
to shatter the ocean.
i will tell you straight,
another thousand miles
would not dim the stars
i hold for you.
the aches in my thumbs
forceful and hollow,
strong enough to
kill a rabbit.
i never want to meet
someone like you again.
i never want to move on,
i never want to move -
i want to wait
where i sit, bleeding,
until you come around.
i will know this
by the way your eyes
in the car,
creating stars in the dark
of its cab,
a personal night sky.
i will never let slip
the secrets you have left
on my skin;
the secret ways
in which you loved me,
and only me.
i will lick my cuts
and hope to heal,
and press memories of our bodies,
two interlocking spirals,
to the backs of your eyelids
so that you will remember us
as we were,
as the first and last things
when you come and go
from an ocean-deep slumber.
write what hurtsi'm here to tell youwrite what hurts in Free Verse More Like This
about fire and living
& how both burn even if you ignore them
it's not about what feels good
it's about what doesn't
cornering what hurts
and exposing it
really displaying it
pedestal on high
for what it is
and not what it pretends to be
you are not living
until you hurt
you can't be alive
if all you know is comfort
comfort is only a sign
that you are doing what you know
it is admittance of limitation
because you are human
and only know so much
and it's agonising to think
that you can be comfortable with that
and not want to reach out
and touch every thing you find
and read every book you see
and hear every sound you can
because enough is never enough
is never enough is always
RA TV script episode oneRA TV script episode one in Sketches More Like This
Greetings, fans of Romantically Apocalyptic
Today, we present to you the script for RA episode ONE as a pilot episode, composed by several writers from the RA production team (Rythmear, Oddshot and Alexiuss)
Because this is a 100% DeviantArt production and we have NO budget or corporate support- it is now up to YOU whether this episode and further episodes will be released.
I will now proceed to outline the costs of filming this episode and explain how you can help out, so I can release this episode for everyone here on DeviantArt, and make MORE episodes in the future, using already purchased props to make this the FIRST DeviantArt hosted, and fan sponsored TV show.
Renting a van for a week to get to filming location (abandoned hotel): $500
4 character outfits, props and sandwiches to feed actors for durat
The End of the Relationship"Not football again. Let's watch Twilight."The End of the Relationship in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
BibliophileMature woman.Bibliophile in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
On the shelf.
English Lesson"Enigma! Definition?"English Lesson in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Dunno. It's a mystery."
Handlebar"Luxuriant moustache, sir!"Handlebar in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's 'madam', actually..."
Scene"This relationship's a farce!" he yelled and exited angrily.Scene in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"That's the closet," she said and waited for him to come out.
Where Did Indigo?blue Violet Green.Where Did Indigo? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
yellow Red: "Orange?"
The Magician's AssistantTrapdoor's jammed. Embarrassing. Want to disappear...The Magician's Assistant in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Back To BaseBoys.Back To Base in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fan FicJohn punched Sherlock.Fan Fic in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sherlock detected animosity.
My Love is Like Some Read, Read Prose7am on a roof in Seoul:My Love is Like Some Read, Read Prose in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
7 random things about me.
Charlie the perspicacious
A moving city;
bringing the colours.
grieve until you can breathe again:
let your lungs fill up.
Falling in your love -
hidden, but still shining.
Light is now advancing.
Time to say goodbye
how summer says goodbye.
Beauty deserves the right word.
footprints some days you are absent,footprints in Free Verse More Like This
and i sit waiting even if i know, that although
your bike is parked at the usual spot,
you'll be nowhere to be seen.
i never ask where you've been.
maybe you found a place where heartbeats sound
like autumn leaves swirling in the wind.
maybe you just couldn't face me.
and you wear silence like a wedding gown,
soft silk sewn together with a brutal honesty.
there is no going back.
(she threw her regrets off a mountain, memories
carving their way through the cold stone, slowly forming
and now she feels no thirst, only
a longing slowly drowning her.)
in the end, you had to face me.
we sat on a beach, your fingers drawing patterns in the sand,
mine clutched around a seashell.
"we're only a bike ride away from extinction,"
you said, "and you're too slow, always
caught in the invisible ink printed on my eyelids."
i borrowed your silence,
georgeyou said you wanted someone to remember,george in Free Verse More Like This
and i do.
(i always will).
i carry your name with me everywhere i go,
too heavy, i can't move,
can't stay here.
there's no room for me,
your touch was etched into my skin,
and i'd drink poison to
i am not yours,
i am not yours,
i am not yours.
and sometimes at night
your razor-blade voice
my dreams, reminding me.
(leave me here, let me drown in my scars, ghosts don't
remember, ghosts don't cry).
what keeps us aliveshe hollowed out the fear in you, that once rested in your rib-cagewhat keeps us alive in Free Verse More Like This
like a safe haven, somewhere to lose yourself
when falling. (she stole it with less than a whisper).
you stood cold and resilient, the void tugging at your sleeves
with fierce determination.
you stood empty and brave.
she never gave you a destination, wordlessly she carved your route
out of denied tears, an unfinished map with no coastlines.
you left and the abyss followed your trail like a bloodhound,
promised to devour you whole.
you left to find the sea.
Dead HeatOnce again I rode off into the sunset.Dead Heat in Short Stories More Like This
But the adventure wasn't quite over yet. Behind me were three deputies, and they didn't seem too happy. The distance between us wasn't exactly growing either. "Come on boy, I know you're tired but this ain't over yet. We've gotta shake 'em off." I smacked a few times, but my poor little horse couldn't go any faster. He was already at his limit. I sighed. "Change of plans, I guess".
I pulled up the reins and turned around to face the deputies. They stopped, and immediately picked up their revolvers. I raised my hands up in the air.
"And here I thought you'd have us chasing you all the way to China", one of them said with a grin on his face.
"Shut up Jenkins. This one is dangerous; we're taking her in before she tries anything", said the one in the middle.
I smirked. "Good thinking, sir. I obviously have the advantage here".
He just glared at me; I had never seen such suspicious eyes before in my entire life. He seemed to be e
hollowjust forget about making sense already,hollow in Free Verse More Like This
words leave your lips
scattered and broken, unfulfilled.
EMO LOVE POEMThou art like my love, and my love for you is somethingEMO LOVE POEM in Free Verse More Like This
that keeps bleeding
like dead kitties on a misty night.
Thou art more wonderful than dying.
Thou art more wonderful than death.
My love for you is pure, unlike the dead kitties
I found on my porch last night.
I think they were meant for my hipster brother,
he has enemies.
I buried them next to my love for you
oh Hamlet, for our love is dying
faster than your dad
when he had that heart attack.
I love you.
sugar, we're going down(did you know that bones breathe beneath the flesh,sugar, we're going down in Free Verse More Like This
inhaling all your bruises?)
she made a necklace of your shattered desires,
said "wear this proudly dear,
for it will strangle you if you ever regret,
if you ever run away."
she carved sonnets into your flaky skin,
and you sang them for her,
soul strained to the limit.
but now, the scars have faded,
a distant hum
in the back of your mind.
stockholm syndrome lurks in every sip of coffee,
memories burning holes
in your tongue.
she was everything you feared but wanted,
of your own self-loathing.
i think it is time to get this out of my systemif you knew enough you'd swallow your intentions before they got rotten,i think it is time to get this out of my system in Free Verse More Like This
thoughts should never outlive their time, and no
peace can be found in dwelling on
but perhaps you long for war, for the deconstruction of my reality.
you used to say you pitied me
with disgusted whispers, we hid behind the bushes
so they wouldn't see
the company you keep.
you said i had everything you wanted. at first it was subtle,
a glance with starstruck eyes that turned away too quickly,
the words came much later but i already knew.
(i always wondered how you
could be so
jealous of someone as shameful as me.)
but let's not get ahead of ourselves, i am untrustworthy
and ugly and so many
things i'd rather not look at under a microscope
but i always do it anyway,
to maybe find a piece of me you didn't shape.
it is my fault,
that we never stayed the way we were that year
when i never disappointed you.
it is my fault and i almost feel pr
alzheimersin 43 seconds a girl will walk past mealzheimers in Free Verse More Like This
as if i didn't exist,
and i will never see her again.
but it won't matter.
they all float by me and disappear,
(one by one, two by two
they all fade away
they stole chronology, leaving me
to drown in chaos,
but my timeline was already broken,
memories appearing out of
another crack won't make
(i loved you once, maybe it was yesterday.
or was it three years from now,
when i called out for you
and was answered by
an ambulance siren?)
i'm the only one living in reverse, and
though the moments are mixed up
i still remember everything.
reachi.reach in Free Verse More Like This
don't whisper secrets
to raindrops, they'll
only betray you,
one day they'll crash down,
(never trust, never love).
i was soaked in rain, and you
were soaked in regrets, and
we are all strangers
in a way.
(when we don't know what to say,
we talk about the weather).
and we are useless and torn, like scrap metal
waiting to be recycled. but don't
let the shame linger,
FeverMy fever is growing stronger and I'm feeling rather faintFever in Free Verse More Like This
I can see the walls are moving like dancers in the paint!
They cartwheel and turn as they soar through the air
I wonder how they do it but all I do is stare
The clock is ticking madly and soon it starts to chime
I think I'll probably turn this into another crazy rhyme
I appear to be creative but I'm really rather ill
In fact I'm only typing by sheer force of will
My eyes are actually closing as my fingers tap along
It seems my love for poetry is really rather strong!
But before I slip away to sleep I must complete this work
I'm afraid my need for excellence might be my only quirk
So here's a simple message that I've always wanted to say
It's just a simple thank you for showing me the way
My friends have made me stronger and showed me how to live
But I'm afraid these simple words are all I have to give:
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th may 2012
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
The Legendary Thunder WolfThe Legendary Thunder Wolf:The Legendary Thunder Wolf in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkest of times his tale is told.
The Thunder Wolf of legends old...
He came from the mountains on a stormy night
To save the Lycans from a dire plight...
Our race was young and growing still
Born into the world by Luna's will.
She gave us hearts of the purest light
And told us that the world was bright.
But Luna was a child, small and naive;
She saw the good in which she believed.
Sadly for us, we lived the truth;
As we were hunted for fang and tooth.
Knowing nothing of weapons or war
We were slaved and broken to our very core.
It was then that he came, hammer in hand
And he swore to us to sweep the land!
And sweep he did, in a rain of blood
As Lycans reaped in a deadly flood.
Human kingdoms rose and fell
But their world became a living hell.
Where once they hunted, now they bled
With pleading cries for clothes and bread
Women and children, it mattered not
All were slaughtered and left to rot.
But Luna wept for her children's fate
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
The Day We Died"Oh shit, oh shit! Just what the hell are those things man," yelled private Johnson, as he unloaded just over half his M-4 carbine's clip at the screaming creatures. The bent-limbed horrors were peppered with bullets, but still they continued to crawl toward the soldier and his sergeant; shrieking in a strange unintelligible language. The creatures were by no means fast; they were limited to crawling, but their large bulky arms showed no sign of weakness. It served as both a weapon and a shield, dragging the rest of their thin emaciated body along the floor.The Day We Died in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I suggest you duck for cover Johnson, those things will tear you apart in melee," said first-sergeant Gabriel as he placed a hand on Johnson's shoulder and ushered him behind the blockade of furniture that had been set up. The sergeant pulled the pin on an old frag grenade. One that he had found within a storage box in the facility and he held it tightly in his hands until he was sure of the distance. "
These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come:These Tears Would Come: in Free Verse More Like This
If my tears could tell a story of two -
What would they have to say about you?
Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking
And a girl who found it in the arms of another…
Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,
Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.
Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;
To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.
Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:
Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.
Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;
For her alone, these tears would come.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,How to Insult Poetically in Free Verse More Like This
Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.
And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;
Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.
Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,
She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.
Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,
Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.
So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.
While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.
She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,
About never idolizing the keen writer's mind...
If that is the case, then why ape my technique?
Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?
You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,
What are we if not performers, is that not true?
Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?
It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;
For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right) in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
A Very Short StoryA Very Short Story in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone was two inches tall.
The Crown of Steel Once upon a time, there was a kingdom, rich in gold and grain. None went hungry nor slept without a roof, and with great gifts the king secured the friendship of his neighbours. In truth, these treasures offered freely were mere boast, for in his youth the king had often fought, and all nearby remembered his campaigns: few would care to make an enemy of that good friend. But though the king was noble, strong and wise, his one small weakness could tear the city down.The Crown of Steel in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Though the king made good use of his enormous wealth—hiring guards to make his kingdom safe, and learned judges to make it fair—and was not miserly, he began to despair at the thin band atop his head. It was no secret that he was the greatest king in all the land, so why should he have any but the greatest crown? And so the king commissioned ten master jewellers to cast his crown anew, and set it round with many precious stones. The king took his new crown, and fou
Last Minute Shopping It had been an unremarkable Tuesday at the petrol station until Pestilence—of Four Horsemen fame—came in and started leafing through a magazine. He didn’t exactly have a “Hello, my name is...” tag pinned to his robe, but it was pretty obvious to look at him. Limp hair, pale, pock-marked face, bow legs...it was like he had every disease in the world, and was only alive because all of them were tripping over each other trying to kill him. “Three Stooges Syndrome,” I think they call it. But that probably wasn’t it.Last Minute Shopping in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He must have realised I was staring because he said: “Sorry. I know this isn’t, like, a library, but I sent a letter in to the Agony Aunt a while back and I want to see if they’ve printed a response.”
“Oh, right,” I said. “No, that’s okay.” As a rule, I didn’t take issue with people having a quick ski
Tales of the UnexpectedA tense scene unfolds today as families who were expecting a pleasant day at the zoo are, in fact, confronted by something completely different. Local man Brian has been taken hostage by “Monty” the Burmese Python. His mother had this to say:Tales of the Unexpected in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“He’s not a hostage, he’s a very naughty boy!”
We’ll be keeping you up to date with all events as they...oh! It seems Monty has released a list of demands. He wants...a shrubbery. A top negotiator has already been flown in from Spain. Sir, what are your thoughts on this turn of events?
“NOBODY EXPECTS THE SERPENT’S IMPOSITION!!!”
Inhuman Resources: Chapter 2CorkboardsInhuman Resources: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In bygone days, before Strain Three had forced the people of this place to flee across the water, the lab had not been a lab. As Dobe and I passed beneath the great steel shutters, I considered that we would once have been able to wander in and out without the need for scans or keycards. As we passed the clicking banks of pipetting systems and their stacks of microplates, I wondered at how vacant this space must once have seemed. And as we descended the series of ramps leading to our living quarters, I savoured this one and only reminder that we were walking through a multi-storey car park.
The vehicles sat rusting on the sealed upper floors. A year or so ago, I had made trips up the outside of the building. Had seen them there. There was nothing special about those carsI personally had siphoned the fuel from every last one to feed our generatorsbut there was something uncanny about the way they rested just above our home, waiting for the drivers who had left the
BlindIf you had eyes, you could see the creature in front of you. As it is, you can still build up an idea of the thing.Blind in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Its movements are slow, uncertain. It doesn’t skitter like anything you’ve come across before. From this, you can assume that it is not native to this part of the cave.
The sounds it makes are quiet, but not silent. It runs, stops, runs, and from this you can assume that it is smaller than you. You decide to inch closer.
The creature smells like the breeze from the surface, though you have never been outside. It smells also something like the clawing furred things deeper below the surface. This makes you hesitate, but you soon remember that it is smaller than you, and that this is not its place.
You inch closer still, scales silent against the rock. You are close enough that the creature can sense you now, though by scent or sound, you do not know. Before it has a chance to run, you reach out and grab it.
You had thought that it might be food, but the creature
Inhuman Resources: Chapter 3CaninaeInhuman Resources: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the cold morning's low light, you could almost have believed that the people were still here, but still in bed. I assumed that it was really far too silent. That there should have been a milk float, some bin men, something on the roads. Still, I had never actually seen a living city, and so at times like these I could imagine that this was it. I could imagine that in a few minutes hordes of men in suits would be getting up to wait for trains and go to work. It felt a little silly to be surrounding myself with this imaginary population. Today I was on my way to see the city's real inhabitants: the same people I usually avoided at all costs.
To the north, an unmanned helicopter whirred overhead. It was from Staedtler, on its way to deliver food to the lab, though in order to preserve the secrecy of our location it would not travel directly there and would probably not leave the package on-site. The semi-randomised route had, on this occasion, taken it directly over the Purists
Raiders of the Lost AppCalifornia James jumped poisoned stakes, ducked under blowpipe darts and ran downhill from the ubiquitous booby-trap boulder. Once he reached the temple’s inner sanctum, it was actually reasonably simple to grab the relic. The little pressure pad had stiffened up over the past thousand years or so, and so he didn’t actually have to use the bag of sand at all. Bamboo machinery was surprisingly durable, but apparently it didn’t always work after all that time.Raiders of the Lost App in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The return journey consisted of more poisoned stakes, more blowpipe darts, and...oh, seriously? How can there be a boulder BOTH TIMES? It’s actually rolling uphill...ah, forget it. The audience clearly isn’t paying attention. Anyway. Eventually, California managed to scramble back out of the entrance. His hat was particularly cobwebby this time.
Naturally, the pressed white-suit bad guy was standing there, a tribe of pygmy hippopotami standing behind him, bows drawn.
“Once again, Mister Ja
Every Rom-Com Ever, Chapter 2Still halfway through turning his head to glance towards the door, Mark found himself staring at the torn-out notebook page in front of him, “How did you get into being a William Doores impersonator?” still conspicuously written right there at the top. Thinking back on this moment in later days—which he did far more often than was probably good for him—Mark would realise that there were a number of perfectly discreet ways of getting rid of that piece of paper. He could have simply tucked it away in his pocket. For extra discreetness, he could have mumbled something about a shopping list as he did so. He could have surreptitiously put his hand on it and then dragged it off the table. He could have picked it up and scrumpled it into a ball in front of his mouth while pretending to cough. But Mark did none of those things. Instead, he slammed his hand down on the paper, scrunched it into a ball without any diversionary coughing noises whatsoever and stuffed it intoEvery Rom-Com Ever, Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Where Did All the Genies Go?“My name is Ben! I am 5 years old! If you find this bottle, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and tell me where you found it! I live in Wales, so maybe when you find it it’s gone a really long way!”Where Did All the Genies Go? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Screwing the cap onto the green plastic bottle (because green plastic looked like glass), Ben threw it in the sea. He hoped someone would reply this time.
Taking the letter out of the bottle, Miguel crossed through the original message, careful to do so using only one short line per word. The pen wouldn’t last forever. No shortage of paper or bottles though. Messages from scientists, from hobbyists, sometimes just from bored kids: seemed like they all washed up there.
“S.O.S.” he began. “Capsized near Barbados. Now stranded. Have seen no search planes for two weeks...”
Kalleq wandered along the shore, his mouth a lemon-sucking dot of dissatisfaction. Seemed like the whole world’s waste washed up in Quaqortoq. Givin
The Werewolf of BedburgThere was a monster on Tim's roof. With sticky hands and grubby feet, it sat there, rocking gently back and forth. Yes, it was quiet now, but he knew better than to provoke it. He had heard its terrible roar more times than he cared to remember: sometimes even by day. It had come to his roof every night for a week now, but it never seemed to sleep. If he poked his head out to look, it was there, wide eyes staring as it began to roar.The Werewolf of Bedburg in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The monster shuffled a little, causing a thin stream of dust to trickle down from the ceiling. Tim couldn't work out what he'd done to deserve this. He never caused any trouble, didn't have loud parties, had never gone in for that Ouija board stuff. Why him and why here, he had no idea. His head ached. Maybe he should just move out. Maybe, like, right now. It occurred to him that the monster hadn't moved for a while. Perhaps, just this once, it was sleeping. He poked his head out and twisted his neck around, looking out and up.
There were those eyes again.
Till Death Do Us PartThe poison resting beneath my lungsTill Death Do Us Part in Free Verse More Like This
As fire in the rain
The lies painting my tongue
The crimson blood stains
A scream drenching the skies
A shining blade of diamond rings
Sinking into your cries
A nightmare of the prettiest things
A demon with wings
Resting in my heart
So tell me again,
Again and again...
"Till death do us part."
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not? in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype in Free Verse More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
In my head...In my head,In my head... in Free Verse More Like This
The birds that fly above me
Are the dragons of my kingdom.
In my head,
Cats and dogs are lions and wolves,
And my fish is a sea monster.
In my head,
My pen is a sword,
And I’m fighting witches and evil men
To find my prince charming.
In my head,
Butterflies spin through the air
And fly through my bedroom windows
To whisper things in a language
That only I understand.
In my head,
There is a world other than
These black and white dreams
And these faded grey skies.
In my head,
There is a universe.
Can’t you see it, too?
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Rather, suffering rejection...
Maybe breaking for direction...
Perhaps dying for correction...
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.Well... in Free Verse More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
Stop asking me...Stop asking me what's wrongStop asking me... in Free Verse More Like This
Because I'm never going to answer.
Stop telling me it gets better
Because I've accepted that it'll never change.
Stop begging me to let you in
Because even then, I'm just going to fake a smile.
Don't be scared, darling.We're going to try something newDon't be scared, darling. in Free Verse More Like This
Eating our meals, and swallowing each bite,
Not hiding the chewed up remains under our tongue,
And not making ourselves vomit through the night.
We're going to try something new,
Bringing the liquor down from our lips,
Not turning to the alcohol for comfort,
Until the addiction rips.
We're going to try something new,
Throwing away the needles, the pins, and the blades
Not searching underneath our skin for emotion,
Watching the wounds and the scars fade.
We're going to try something new,
Darling, I challenge you, I dare you.
We're going to try something new...
Why does that scare you?