TwoProsper grumpily banged his feet against the solid wood of the examination table he was sitting atop. He knew his mother was ignoring him, and, even worse, not even bothering to hide it, sitting across the room reading one of the many magazines that where piled on the small tables. He hated going to the doctor. Dr. Knowles always ruffled his hair too hard and talked too loud. If he told Prosper that he had to get a shot he was going to run for it. Stubbornly continuing to glare at his oblivious mother, he clenched his fingers around the edges of the table and waited for the stupid doctor to come in.Two in Short Stories More Like This
However, when the door finally did open, instead of seeing the large, obnoxious, slightly balding old man that he had come to expect, he was faced with- unexpectedly- the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with long brown hair and a pretty face.
"Hey there, Prosper," she said with a smile that lit up her face, "I'm Jane. Dr. Knowles is on vacation right now, so I'm going to be helping y
OneFour-year-old Prosper looked wide-eyed around the waiting room, nervous in spite of himself. His father had urged him to go play with the various toys scattered around the floor in the children's section, but he had refused to let go of his father's hand long enough to do so. Despite his father's assurances, Prosper's eyes were tearing up, and when his father tried baiting him into a game with the large lego blocks, he scooted down onto the floor and began halfheartedly putting together an shapeless lump of legos. After a few minutes of this, though, he toddled back to his father and tugged on his shirt. Without pausing, his father reached down and scooped Prosper up, knowing from previous experiences what Prosper had wanted.One in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't be so scared, Pros," his father said, chuckling softly at Prosper's tight clutch on his shirt, "we're just here to pick up Mummy and your new baby sister, there's nothing to cry about."
He reached up and wiped away a couple of tears that had slid down Prosp
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.
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?
Untitled (part one) They first met in a park. It was summer and people swarmed there to walk their dogs or have picnics or just sit in the sun. It was a city park with grass, a small lake and evil geese (not that there’s any other kind of geese). The North Wind wasn’t sure how she’d ended up there, but it seemed right, so she settled down to wait.Untitled (part one) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She first noticed the human girl’s aura. It made her stand out among the fairly mundane pinks and greens. They looked almost pastel next to the brightness of hers. It swirled around her like a blizzard, icy blue and white with brilliant sparks of silver.
The second thing the North Wind noticed about her was her hair. It was short, curly and a startling shade of blue, the likes of which she’d never seen on hair before. The human was sitting on a splintery, wooden park bench reading an awfully thick book.
She walked over, feigning a casual stroll. Inside she was conflicted and nervous. What do people say when t
Untitled It was green and as bright as sun on snow. It was cold too, sucking the heat from her hand. It was heavier than it looked at a first glance; but precious things usually were. She looked at it for a moment, then gave the signal. Silently the rope was retracted into the ceiling, taking her along with it. The gem sparkled in her dark glove like an emerald star in the night sky. She pulled herself onto the roof, the stone pressing against her leg.Untitled in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The soft click of the skylight closing was lost in the sound of raindrops hitting asphalt. A siren cut through the relative quiet of the neighborhood. She didn't flinch, knowing the difference between alarms and common sirens. Her boots were firm against the slick roof. By now it was easy, familiar. She was no longer stunned by the stupidity of rich people. All their fancy security systems could never stand up to a good cat burglar.
For Draco Malfoy Lovers - 2011For Draco Malfoy Lovers - 2011 in Short Stories More Like This
________ Means your first name
~~~~~~ Means your last name
As you headed towards your potions class, you couldn't help but feel really gloomy. You hated potions, as Professor Snape absolutely loathed you, and always tried to find random excuses to give you a detention. Also you had to sit next to it. Yes, that's right it. Draco Malfoy, the meanest boy you had ever met. The weird thing was even though he bullied you, you sort of had a crush on him, crazy right?
There was just something about him that made you melt inside whenever you say him. Maybe it was the way his cold, grey eyes bored into yours. Or maybe it was the cute smirk he wore on his face. Who knows?
"Hey _________," Ron greeted as you reached the potions class.
Everyone was standing outside the classroom door, shivering slightly as they waited for Professor Snape to usher them all inside.
"Hey Ron," You replied, flashing a grin and waving at Harry and Hermione, who
The Wailing: TeaserPart I: The SirensThe Wailing: Teaser in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sound of the sirens is what has stayed with me. I remember the explosions, the engines of the Messerschmitts, the screams of men trapped beneath the rubble. Of course I do. But it is the wail of the sirens that yet haunts my dreams, settles that same cold sickness in my gut, that same cold slickness on my palms. It is the banshee shriek of coming death.
The night was cold and clear when that sound prickled along my arms like so many icy fingers reaching out from behind the drapes.
Rowan stilled her hands at the typewriter and ripped the sheet from the machine, lest some unscrupulous eye should take advantage of her temporary absence. She snatched up a grey cardigan, a torch, and the requisite gas mask, and had nearly gotten to the door before she turned back to look at me. Her dark eyes were as empty as ever.
‘Are you coming?’ she asked as she stuck one arm into a cardigan sleeve.
‘I’ll follow later,’ I said. ‘
Waking dead.If Death be sweet saviour and remorseWaking dead. in Free Verse More Like This
a psychopomp, midwife to the passing,
Thanatos, Ankou, Yama, Memitim, Hypnos,
save me to rest and to sleep
take me in deep
in soft, make this all in my head
to where my friends and my
family, my father
"sweet death, you are the only god
Who comes as a servant when he is called"
So here I am, a lullaby leaving my lips in
the form of a cry of a whistle
in hopes an answer of
sweet serenity will greet
9729 kilometers away, to be exact.i have these bones like flowers-9729 kilometers away, to be exact. in Free Verse More Like This
fragile and finely plucked,
these lily stargazers
are kissing ocean beds,
making love to sirens
for a taste of her
i want to tape maps to my limbs-
throw caution to the wind
as i gather up
every love letter receipt,
from every false attempt
i ever wrote her
& forget for just a moment
that even still
she does not love me.
Hades and PersephoneThe king of the underworldHades and Persephone in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The daughter of life
His eyes dark cold and icy
Hers light and airy
Light flickers through
Enhancing her innocence
Darkness surrounds him
Shielding his heart
What happens when these two cross?
The king of death and the daughter of life
Does she wither and wait
to accept her fate
or does she warm his shielded heart?
What happens when these two fall in love?
Can happiness reside where light cannot?
or will it slowly flicker away until it is no more
and give into the darkness around her?
They say even the smallest bit of light
Will shine in the darkness
Until it finally gives in
and flickers away
So what will happen
When she finally gives up
and fades away
Will he want her then?
or toss her away?
No one knows
Not one can say
What will happen
When the daughter of life
ExpireSuicidal imaginationExpire in Free Verse More Like This
Born into despair and pain
Forever scarred and unholy
Forever distorted and confused
We live to die
Born into death
We all die every day
The very second we are born
All water turns to blood
All bones turn to ash
Every soul called famous
Is another heart hollowed
I don't talk, you know
I don't smile, of course
Because I'm numb in pain
I'm empty and forever hopeless
Life is nothing more than useless struggle
Birth is the first gun shot
And death is the only satisfying thing in the end
I'm tired of struggling in vain
I just want to set my eyes to rest
And my skin to the cold
So I can truly be nothing