Journalistic chapt.5Chapter Five:Journalistic chapt.5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, what do those men want with you? If you don't mind me asking." Vera asked as she stepped over a fallen branch.
Sam paused as he weaved through trees, "What?" He asked, "Oh, it's a long story." He explained, taking his cap off and running his hands through his hair again.
"Well it's going to take at least an hour to get to town." Vera said, "We've got time."
"That long?" Sam said, exasperated, "It didn't seem like that long coming here."
"Gee, I wonder if that was because you were out like burnt out light bulb." Vera said as she flicked her hair behind her back.
The young man frowned as he walked, not wanting to continue the conversation, or accept that he'd been saved by blond woman. He paused his moping when he heard a twig snap, "We should be careful." He said, "Those guys might still be out here."
Vera nodded, "Or who knows what else." She added as her eyes shifted around past the trees of the woods.
Sam ran his fingers along the seam of his cap, smiling fondly on
Journalistic chapt.3Chapter Three:Journalistic chapt.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Half past eight Sam had gathered what he needed and fit it into a bag he had gotten when he first started working as a paperboy. He moved to walk out the door when he heard the noise of a single pair of footsteps padding down the stairs. "Sam?" Walter asked quietly as he saw his older brother about to leave.
"What are you doing up?" Sam asked as he knelt down to the child's level.
"I heard a noise, the girls didn't hear anything though, they're sleepin'." Walter explained, "Why are you leaving?"
"There's something I have to do, it'll be really good for all of us." Sam explained with a smile, "I'll be back by morning."
"But I don't want you to go." The child whined quietly, looking up at his brother with a mild fear.
"I promise you all the penny candy in the world that I'll be back by the time you wake up." Sam said, "Every last piece."
"But when Dad left he never came back." Walter exclaimed quietly and frightfully, clearly regretting saying it after the words came out o
Journalistic chapt.36Chapter Thirty-Six:Journalistic chapt.36 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The August breeze blew warm against his face, as he looked out from the balcony of his home and allowed thoughts to blow through his head. He walked down the stairs of his home and the man exited soundlessly into the streets. Glances often caught the handsome man, but he ignored all of them, and kept his eyes on the roads ahead of him.
A sigh escaped his lips, and his eyes drifted to the people surrounding him, staring at him, whispering. It has since gone through his head to ignore them, throw the cold shoulder. If it seemed like the talk didn't get under his skin, it would prove to those around him that he couldn't be damaged, couldn't be broken.
But even he knew that the idea of an invincible man was impossible, and even so he had long since accepted that his strive for perfection would only end the day of his funeral. He could never quite understand it, but even as a child becoming the best outshined everything, had been the spark that had set a roaring flame to
Journalistic chapt.6Chapter Six:Journalistic chapt.6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you sure you know the way out of here?" Sam asked impatiently as he continued his walk through the forest.
Vera rolled her eyes, "Would you just have a bit of patience? We'll get there eventually."
"At this pace I doubt that." Sam mumbled to the trees.
"I heard that." Vera pointed out as she ducked under a branch.
"But do you hear that?" Sam asked as the sound of feet hitting stray branches came closer.
Vera whipped her head around to see the form of a single man running behind them. "Come on!" The blonde exclaimed as she grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him off to the right.
"Are we going the right way?" Sam exclaimed as they ran.
"We'll find our way back! I know these woods!" Vera answered; looking behind them and seeing The Man grow closer.
"Are one of your hide outs near by?" Sam asked in a panic.
"Then why are we going this way?!"
"Would you just shut your mouth and let me think?" Vera snapped as she looked around.
"Why are we running from this guy? He c
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"My name's Medusa, and I am a monster." She stated before contorting her face in displeasure, "Man, I can actually taste how stupid that was."
A chorus of snickers resonated from everyone in the group circle. That was, except from the woman with the clipboard and the white uniform.
"Alright, alright, everyone, what'd I say?" The apparent leader of the group demanded, casting glares at every member.
They sighed, "Hi, Medusa" they said in unison.
"Good." As though reassured, the leader straightened her position and looked down on the clipboard, "Alright, Vincent?"
"If you think I'm doing this, there is something very wrong with you, honey." The man reclined in his seat, arms crossed across his chest in defiance.
"Do I need to remind you that participation in these meetings is mandatory, by court?" the question sounded more like a statement coming from her lips.
"I've been on earth over a hundred years-
"Oh here he goes again." The mummy said to the broad-shouldered man nex
Journalistic chapt.24Chapter Twenty-Four:Journalistic chapt.24 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Must you look so weary?" Leon complained as he drove irritation laced in his tone.
"Sorry if I'm not in the best of moods darling." Vera replied through gritted teeth as she turned to face away from him, her arms crossed.
Leon glanced back at her before he leaned his body to the backseat of the vehicle, pulling from it a suit jacket. He placed it on her lap before he resumed keeping his eyes to the road. "Cover your arms." Leon stated not turning to face her.
"So my father doesn't see what my fiancé gave me? Quite the wedding gift." Vera said humorlessly as she slipped the jacket over her shoulders, wincing at the tenderness of her wounded arm.
Leon sighed, "You can't be angry with me for long, we'll be wed soon and this will be over. I've already forgiven you for your.." He paused, "Hiccup, and over time so will your father."
"Hiccup." The blonde woman whispered harshly, keeping her face turned from Leon. Her back tensed as Leon rested a hand on it.
Journalistic chapt.16Chapter Sixteen:Journalistic chapt.16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Vera's sleeping." Rosie said, startling Sam, who was previously looking out the hospital room window.
"Is she alright?" He asked, looking at her with slightly widened eyes.
"We're looking out for infection; Doctor Mason says she'll be here a day or two." The small nurse answered as she gathered the empty dishes on his food tray.
The young man exhaled and ran his fingers through his hair, his mind drifting to the train tickets that rested snug in his back pocket. "Whatever it takes." He said with an unsure smile.
"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, what made the miss get shot?" Rosie asked, looking over at Sam with mature brown eyes.
The past day and a half flashed in bursts through Sam's mind: seeing the kids, getting taken, and meeting the blonde woman in the woods, to the inn, the train station, and the panic that had occurred in the paper company. "It's a long story." He explained simply.
"Then you should start at the beginning." She suggested as she sat herself on
Journalistic chapt.7Chapter Seven:Journalistic chapt.7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I don't think you were telling the truth earlier." Sam pointed out as they walked arm in arm through the woods.
"What do you mean?" Vera asked, using her unoccupied hand to put a fallen lock of hair behind her ear.
"About how you know these woods so well, I doubt you're going on a lot of strolls in those shoes." Sam said, his eyes moving toward the timidly heeled boots that adorned her feet.
"I live near here." Vera explained.
"In Brittsville?" Sam inquired.
The blonde shook her head, "More toward Holly Town."
Sam nodded, "What does that have to do with knowing the woods?" He asked, taking a moment to look to the side, the possible threat he saw turning out to be only a squirrel running up a tree.
"I have brothers, brothers and a father who would take me along when they hunted, or fished, or went for a walk." Vera said.
"They just took you with them? They took a woman with them?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well I'd pitch a fit if they said no." She pointed o
Journalistic chapt.31Chapter Thirty-One:Journalistic chapt.31 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summer heat had already started to worm its way into the morning air. Vera groaned and rolled over in her bed, not wanting to leave the haven it offered. She raised her head, the ponytail she'd neglected to take out the night before proving to be a rat's nest of hair. Sweat already caked her brow, and the thought of having to put on another corset made her head fall back onto the pillow.
"Vera!" Helen called, knocking on the door of Vera's bedroom, "Breakfast is in an hour."
The blond woman's head rose again as her sister-in-law walked into the room. "Is it really going to take an hour to get ready?" She asked with a tired frown.
"Of course!" Helen exclaimed, "Did those woods turn you into a barbarian?"
"I'm just tired I guess." Vera explained as she rummaged out of bed, frowning at herself in a mirror.
"Didn't you sleep well?" Helen asked politely as she searched through dresses in a mahogany dresser, pulling out two and comparing them.
"Not particularly," Vera ans
Journalistic chapt.12Chapter Twelve:Journalistic chapt.12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sam!" Vera called, looking around the train station, Leon following behind her.
"He's left without you darling." Leon explained, "Did you really expect him to stay with you."
"He wouldn't just leave." Vera snapped, turning to face Leon.
"You don't know anything about him." Leon stated, "You said so yourself, you're strangers."
"That doesn't mean I don't trust him, and he wouldn't leave." Vera said, mostly to herself, "He just wouldn't."
"I think you're putting your trust in the wrong person, Vera." Leon said, putting a hand on her shoulder, "Now let's go, before you hurt yourself."
Sam's head jerked to the side as the pistol made contact with his cheek. He let out a gasp before shutting his eyes, trying to ignore the pressure from the ropes around his torso along with the throb now across his cheek.
"Where's your lady friend huh?" Benny said as he examined the pistol.
"Nowhere." Sam stated simply, his eyes remaining shut.
"See that's not the answer we wee lookin' f
A Letter to HimLucas,A Letter to Him in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I felt like haven't seen you in ages, and I know that this letter is a little out of the blue, but I heard something today that reminded me of you. I was on the way home from classes and Fleetwood Mac came on the radio. I couldn't help but think about
usyou when I heard it, so I thought I'd write you. No amount of words describe how much I miss youHow has everything been? My brother said that he saw you last week and you were doing well. I'm coming back home during the summer. HopefullyMaybe we can catch up. I wish you were here with me. There are so many things here in New York that I want to tell you about. I wish I could go back and change everything. I wish that we could still be together. I wish I had never said goodbye. Not a day goes by when I don't think about you. I am so
Adeline Winters"So how much is that?" Asher asked, his blue eyes looking directly at me.Adeline Winters in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hmm," I poured the small assortment of coins onto my palm, and started counting them. A light sigh left my mouth. We had managed to raise more than yesterday, but it still wasn't nearly the amount we needed. I made my best attempt to hide my discontent from my youngest brother and smiled. "It's an improvement."
Asher smiled back at me. "Can I carry it home?" he asked eagerly.
I nodded. "Of course," I put the coins into a small velvet bag and handed it Asher.
As I did so, I spotted Elijah eyeing me. I might have been able to convince Asher that everything was alright, but Elijah knew better. But for Asher's sake, he kept quiet.
I looked up at the moon. It was bright and radiant against the dark night sky, but as beautiful as it was, it was just another reminder that today was a failed day.
Elric of Canterbury: Chapter 3Elric of CanterburyElric of Canterbury: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Chapter Three: Family of the Elements
"Magic?" Elric asked, "That's supposed to be impossible, right?"
Aidan looked down at Elric and sighed. "'Supposed' to be impossible, yes. Is it? No. Magic is quite real. Have you ever heard of witchcraft?"
Elric nodded nervously. It was words like 'witchcraft' and 'magic' that made his body quiver. Did he know?
"Well, it's real. Not necessarily just witches, but other things as well, like wizards." Aidan explained to the youth.
"Real magic. . ." Elric said to himself. His eyes went toward the flame, still wrapped around its master's finger. ". . .real. . .magic. . ." he muttered once more. He looked at the dragon-shaped flame and began twisting his hand. Slowly, the flame unwrapped itself from Aidan's finger and started to move towards Elric. He focused
Masterworks: Chapter 8As soon as the words came out of her mouth Jade's heart fell. Cancer. All of her previous frustration that had been boiling up inside her had been whisked away, and replaced by a deep sadness.Masterworks: Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"How old's her daughter?"
"About nineteen or twenty from what I've heard," the girl answered once more.
Oh my God. . .
"Um, thanks," Jade muttered as she began to walk away with chills down her spine. That wasn't what she had expected to hear at all. She'd figured that perhaps Mrs. Carter was the type of teacher to laze around in class all day, while her students were forced to fend for themselves. Unfortunately, this was not the case.
Jade herself had never personally known anyone that had been touched by cancer, and that she knew she was lucky for. But perhaps it was the fact that it was Mrs. Carter's daughter--a girl not much older than Jade--that had been stricken by it. All Jade could think of was a girl not much different from herself lying in a hospital bed, preparing for he
Beyond This NightIt is nearing midnight in an unknown region of Ritchka. We've been hiding in a cave far from any city's reach. It's dark and hollow, and we have to talk in hushed tones so we're not heard. It isn't hard for me, I'm more than used to it. It's harder for her though. Silence isn't her forte. At all.Beyond This Night in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"It's freezing in here. . ." she says as her voice echoes throughout the cave.
I put my index finger over my mouth.
"Oh, right. Sorry," she whispers. I notice she's shivering. I can't blame her, my planet has never been known for its warm climate, and tonight seems colder than usual. I'm fairly certain there's a blizzard going on outside. I look over at her and wrap my jacket over her shoulders. She needs it more than I do.
She looks at me with earnest eyes. I know what she's about to say. Something along the lines of 'no, don't, I'm fine'.
SageIt was a dark December night in my hometown. It was a quaint little town, and it was especially pleasant during this time of the year. Along the roads, you could see many houses lit up with Christmas lights of all different colors, and if you looked on their insides, you were very likely to see beautifully decorated trees with presents surrounding them.Sage in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the American dream, I thought, the dream I'll never have.
I sighed and moved on. Staying here only made me realize that I was alone, and no matter how I much I tried, I was destined to forever be this way. I walked on until I came across an old abandoned house. I knew this place very well. It had been empty for years. No one would ever buy it due to claims that it was haunted, although 'haunted' wouldn't exactly be the word I'd use to describe it. I'd say it's more like preoccupied.
I sat down on the dusty f
Elric of CanterburyElric of CanterburyElric of Canterbury in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Chapter One: The Carriage With No Driver
The year was 1506 in Canterbury, England. The sky was exceptionally beautiful that night. It was a dark, rich blue, and the stars glittered across it like scattered diamonds. The wind was blowing gently and quietly, and the night was silent with the exceptions of the occasional cries from England's nighttime creatures.
One of England's nighttime creatures happened to be Elric Canterbury. With shaggy brown hair, mischievous dark eyes and a roguish half smile, Elric was in his usual form. He was walking alongside his father Barric, a stocky dark-haired farmer, and Aveline, his frail flaxen-haired mother. They were all headed to the Barker's, a family close to the Canterbury's, for the return of Rowan Barker. He was expected to come home later that night after a long and important trade in Winches
Masterworks: Chapter OneIt was nearly seven o'clock whenever Jade first stepped in her dorm at Sonser Academy. As she walked in, a huge smile came upon her face. Finally, she thought, finally I'm here. She took a confident stride into the room. This must be the living room. Pale blue couches were placed in the middle of the room, circling around a glass table. The floors were a light wood that complemented the room's white walls. Jade began pondering about how she wanted to decorate those walls, as she knew that they would not stay bare for long.Masterworks: Chapter One in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Connected to the living room was what looked like a kitchen. She wandered over to the refrigerator and looked in it. It was empty. She was going to have to fix that soon.
Then she walked over towards the television. It was nice. Nothing too big or extravagant, but nice. There was a card next to it with the list of television channels. She glanced at that and walked on, trying to soak up the atmosphere. A large part of her still c
Masterworks: PrologueThe Sonser Academy of the Arts was a highly prestigious art school located in the Eastern United States. It was a place where talented young students came to further their artistic abilities and mature as artists and as people. All forms of art were accepted--paintings, both traditional and digital, sculptures, literature, the performing arts and so many more. Every year, thousands of students applied, in high hopes of being accepted. However, only a small portion were actually permitted in. To be accepted was a tremendous honor, one that was not to be taken lightly. It not only meant that you had a great amount of potential, but also that you as an artist, writer, or performer held something special, something that held a part of the administrators' memory and captured their attention.Masterworks: Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This year in particular was a very special year for Sonser. The new crop of students were especially gifted. One o
Elric of Canterbury: Chapter 2Elric of CanterburyElric of Canterbury: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Chapter Two: A Planet with No Name
Rowan and the stranger walked into the Barker house. Everyone put their confusion aside and immediately walked over towards Rowan, exchanging hugs and kind words.
After his own greetings to Rowan, Elric stepped off to the side, and examined the stranger. Now that his face wasn't being hidden by the night's shadows, Elric could make out his features better.
He had a long, slim face. His blue eyes were small and worn and his nose was long and sharp. His thin mouth had now become a weary smile.
"This must be your family." he said without so much as a trace of an English accent. Elric nearly leaped back when he suddenly spoke. Everyone's attention had turned to the stranger now. Elric thought that it was so strange that such a soft, calm voice could draw so much attention.
Rowan nodded in response to the unnamed man's question. "Yes. This is my wife, Alison, and my daughter Noel," he said, gesturing
Daddy Doesn't RememberDaddy doesn't remember me.Daddy Doesn't Remember in Free Verse More Like This
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In the year 1975,
Back when he was fifteen.
He still thinks his mom is alive.
He still thinks he's going to get beaten
For not being home.
And he still doesn't
Daddy doesn't remember me.
Daddy doesn't remember Mommy.
Daddy doesn't remember my sisters.
Daddy doesn't remember his life.
In his past.
"Daddy," I cry
Tears filling my eyes.
And after a while
After he lies there, lifeless
For over a half hour..
He wakes up.
"What happened?" He asks.
Daddy didn't remember me.
Daddy didn't remember Mommy.
Daddy didn't remember my sisters.
But Daddy doesn't remember that.
A Victim Always WinsDear victims (please read),A Victim Always Wins in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes they just don’t believe
That what they’re doing to you
Could leave scars beneath your sleeve
A wound within your heart
A broken dream upon your mind
A tear fallen out of innocent eyes
A tragedy on rewind.
But, please don’t give up on this…
This battle fought inside
This war where you are left tied up
While they shoot you with lies.
Please, you know they’re the ones
That will never make it through
The reality of this world,
By hurting people like you.
Please, don’t give up,
Just keep fighting this battle within
And remember, while you may be the victim…
The victim always wins.
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…
Are You?I'm sorry,Are You? in Free Verse More Like This
that I'm not
I'm not a supermodel.
that I'm not
I'm not a comedian.
that I'm not
that I'm not
that I'm not
I'm not perfect.
Front page...Liquid chains cling to my anklesFront page... in Free Verse More Like This
Feathers of a bird tickle my nose.
Haunted by the voices in this cold dark cell
Longing for the scent of a light pink rose.
Ocean waves beat upon a sandy shore
A sea of hatred and rage.
Dragonflies swim through air so light
But this stuff never gets to the front page.
WafflesSmiling, as the spears sink into yourWaffles in Free Verse More Like This
The excitement. The joy.
Slowly, I slice through you
So slowly, so painfully.
The rush. The power.
And then, suddenly
As if a demand from demons had told me to do it…
I raise the fork to my mouth and take a bite.
But I will.Fight me.But I will. in Free Verse More Like This
I promise not to fight back.
I promise to smile, I promise to laugh.
I promise to be nice
Even if it's a sacrifice.
I promise to be strong
Even when you treat me wrong.
Because I've learned how to deal with ignorance
Better than you've learned how to use it.
And I promise to smile, and promise to laugh.
Yes, I promise.
I won't (but I will) fight back.
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.
GravityI promise I’m not like everybody else.Gravity in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not here to
I’m not here to
I’m here to
I’m here to
I’m here to
Please don’t say I’m like everybody else.
Because I’m not here to
But sometimes, gravity is
Sometimes you’re going to
But I promise, even if I’m not there…
I’ll still be there, for you.
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my handsGood Enough... for YOU. in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.
Nature's CaressThe wind whispers now,Nature's Caress in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
While grass, so soft, beckons sleep,
In life's arms I doze.
Train WreckThat pile of carcasses splayed on the track,Train Wreck in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was filled with hopes and dreams.
Lost love and lost potential,
Much more precious than they once had seemed.
Bad timing or bad karma,
The cruelest twist of fate.
A simple turn of someone's head
Or an act spurred on by hate.
The innocent and dishonest
Blend together in this mess.
A tangled web of memories
and miseries never confessed.
The pour of tears on faces,
In the light and in the dark.
The pain of those who knew them not,
and of those who once had felt that spark.
A glow pulled gently from their eyes,
The cold ones and the warm,
Into the hands of someone else
and at first it does no harm.
The effect is not a ripple,
but an earthquake in disguise.
Leaving shattered trails of things that were
On streets cobble stoned with lies.
So we close with not a single loss,
but that of many men.
We're left with shells of humans passed
Just abandoned bodies in the end.
Conflict of the HeartLove.Conflict of the Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That one special thing
That can make us feel whole
and rip us apart
At the exact
That magical essence that
Lends us our existence
Yet kills us
All the same.
It gives us
Then yanks it back
You see it coming
and you welcome it
With a warm embrace.
Dagger and all.
That it will
That doesn't seem to matter
For those few
You feel happy
UndoneI've learned the hard wayUndone in Free Verse More Like This
That duct tape can't fix everything.
So when I heard the seams rip,
I tried to glue them back together.
All I did was make a mess.
It dripped down my mind,
Oozing onto my heart,
and escaping through my eyes.
Staples don't work either because
When something heavy comes along,
They tear off,
Leaving an even bigger gap.
Through which your sanity slips,
From trying to hold everything else in.
Next your emotions fall out for all to see,
and all the work you put into hiding how you felt?
It only hurt you more.
ValidationWhen your sky comes crashing down,Validation in Free Verse More Like This
I will stand and be your star.
When your music ceases to play,
I will sing each melody like it never left.
When your dream is torn apart,
I will sew you together a new one.
And when you can't stand to look in the mirror,
Or to listen to your own thoughts,
I will drown them out with loving words,
Whisper to you how beautiful you really are,
and make it alright.
Late Night To Do ListTick,Late Night To Do List in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The clocks of life do chime.
Another minute passes by,
With every single rhyme.
Then three o'clock,
The shadows creep and crawl.
By the time,
I might finally fall.
The light shines through my window,
As the sun begins to rise.
For just one peaceful moment,
I slowly close my eyes.
I watch another musical,
My watch reads 5:06.
I think I might have had enough,
Of all these late-night flicks.
I read another chapter,
From my favorite novelist.
Here comes another poem,
To add to my petty list.
Another doubt of my worth,
Then a gleeful joke to mind.
Of each and every kind.
Then think of things that don't make sense,
Write them down and then forget.
Mourn the loss of a dear friend,
Even a pet.
So many things to do,
When sleep just will not come.
I wonder which one to do next,
They're all done.
WritingWrite a line,Writing in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Read it out.
Cross it out.
Think of rhymes,
List them all.
(Get writer's block),
Then watch it fall.
Add a word,
A comma here.
Think it through,
Then change m'dear.
Correct an error,
Now read what's passed.
"It's a process",
The words you say.
Change the object,
and then forget whatever the heck you were going to write.
Bitter MemoriesLittle tiny secrets,Bitter Memories in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hidden deep within the lines.
Small glimpses of the truth,
Buried far beneath your lies.
Tucked away in corners,
Or tied into little knots.
Things you've never told me,
That were always in your thoughts.
Floating little boxes,
Holding memories of youth.
With their rusty keys and chains,
They lock away the proof.
I Tried To Write About YouI tried to write about you.I Tried To Write About You in Free Verse More Like This
How you make me feel so....
That's the thing,
I don't know.
I hate you,
and I care about you so much.
I feel like you deserve absolutely nothing,
and yet everything in the world.
I want to punch you,
and hug you,
and push you only to hold your hand.
But I can't.
So that's all there is.
I'm going to try and end this as simply,
and as innocently
As it began.
I tried to write about you.
Beautifully LostEyes the color of bluest ice,Beautifully Lost in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but you were never cold.
The frozen hue a mere curtain,
On the windows to your soul.
Tormented walls of my heart,
Filled with pain to the brink.
Writing down each uncertainty,
Until love melted all the ink.
Your arms became the home
That my life never knew.
Holding on to the truth I had found,
Holding on to you.
Never wanting to depend on another,
To help me reach my goals,
I found the answer where I'd never looked,
The peace in being whole.
how many wounds still lay open?the bandages were there, i saw themhow many wounds still lay open? in Free Verse More Like This
i watched the scars form (slowly, painfully)
but even scars can be ripped open (i forgot)
and the same red i witnessed before
can still cross the crevices inside my heart
how many times did i lie to myself?
it must have been a lie; how else could i explain
the little cuts that were “never there” before
(like paper cuts) so small but so much hurt
embedded in the memories i locked so firmly away
while the lies unraveled within me (i should’ve known)
( these frayed edges are starting to wither
and what’s the point in scrambling for them,
trying to put these pieces back together
when all they’ve ever done is try to come apart )
Right and WrongA label pasted on the foreheadRight and Wrong in Free Verse More Like This
Of every person that walked by.
This angel marked by the devil,
But knowledge lacking by itself.
If you would look into the mirror,
Could you see what's embedded,
If you looked to each the other,
Marks that shed innocent's blood.
Cut into the skin of every man,
Every woman, child, teenager,
Mark of every word imagined,
'Til no word is left untouched.
But they lie, you lie, you don't know,
What difference would it even make?
Does it change a person in their mind,
Sanity turned them to their very worst?
Boy, girl, child or man,
Skinny, fat, smart or dumb,
Straight, gay, lesbian or bi,
Poor, rich, or middle class.
Where did they put you?
Where did they leave you behind?
When did they forget that none make a person,
But it only takes one to hurt another?
But it is only that we are human,
To be treated for only our label.
reason.what went through your mindreason. in Free Verse More Like This
when you watched it all fade
was it the black and the white
turning fast into red?
what thought did you think of
when their lives were wrenched away
was it the dreams you had shattered
the pain you set free?
what reason will you choose
when they bury their young
was it all you had hoped for
as they lost their loved ones?
there is nothing to be sad about.And would you drown yourself awaythere is nothing to be sad about. in Free Verse More Like This
In your world full of your fantasies,
If it would mean to take away from
Emotions too tired to be dealt with?
And would you pull away from earth
Into a closet of such false conceptions,
If it would mean you could fade away,
From the truth that you've conspired?
And would you even pick yourself up
Like you dragged their sullen selves
Give yourself what you always gave,
But drop what you always lived by?
How can you live in the darkness alone,
But push others out of what you call home?
Liar to all the words you speak to them,
Listen once to what your own mind says.
There is a light if you opened the curtains,
If you would let the fire burn up with smoke,
There is a chance if you would give one,
If you opened a door you've locked and closed.
And why are you so sad today, my dear one,
If there was never something to be sad about?
And why are you so lonely today, my dear one,
--dreamer, don't be scared--She shut her eyes, leaning back onto her pillows, curling up underneath the blankets. You know that comfortable feeling you get once you're all warm under your blankets, all ready to go to sleep...but you can't fall asleep regardless?--dreamer, don't be scared-- in Profiles More Like This
That was that feeling coming right now.
Her mind wandered, to dreams, like daydreams, kind of. All the fantasies that would have happened if she wasn't so shy, such a...follower type. All the things she could do if she could just step onto that stage without shaking knees, and wide-eyed paranoia.
Don't judge me.
She could see all of it. The flashing lights and the cheering fans, a mic held up to her lips. The lyrics sung from her lips while she watched all of those teenage boys and girls out there, waving their arms and screaming, jumping and waving posters.
All for her.
How can you see something yourself doing something and not know how to do it?
All it took was one video uploaded to YouTube
daydreams shove away the nightmaresI wonder if liesdaydreams shove away the nightmares in Free Verse More Like This
have always been more tantalizing
than the truth;
I’ve been told lies hurt more yet
only the truth seems to bite -
( all this false hope has been
brushing away my loneliness
at midnight )
Beautiful.Her words rebounded in my mind,Beautiful. in Free Verse More Like This
Shadows clouding over each image,
Claim is nothing compared to what I
Have always believed of your mercy.
Injury caused from nothing but want,
Satisfaction from nothing but destruction,
Aching desire burning a hole inside;
Beautiful is not a word I would call this.
Does it feel good to ache like this?
Does it feel good to hurt innocence?
Does it feel good to be beautiful?
Does it feel good to be torturous?
Is that what you think is beautiful?
Is this what you want from me?
Falling deeper into society's lies,
Go on, walk away from what I believe,
Realize what you will lose as you continue
Scars welded where it can never be seen.
Hands and knees to pray to illusion,
Everything that can be done to save
e m p a t h y[ empathy. ]e m p a t h y in Free Verse More Like This
they told me s y m p a t h y was my greatest asset
that my shoulder was the best to cry on
i said, you're strong and i know you can wipe your own tears
( but if you need me to, i can do that too )
i learned that p i t y was a curse so i threw it away
and with it all my buried truths and a price i paid
a darkened heart weaved with all of those secrets
and my own laying at the bottom ( you can’t dig them out anymore )
u n d e r s t a n d i n g came as a part of the package
i mistook it for empathy, and it became apathy
then the hurricanes came and tore my roots up from the ground
( i can wipe my own tears too, it’s a promise i made )
so when all of those s e c r e t s come pouring out
i hope you won’t get caught in the storm --
i’ll try my best to stay hidden so you won’t have to see
but there is only so long ( until i’m broken. )
Pretend"I hate it when people pretend to be someone they aren't." Her piercing voice cut through the air; everybody heard her. Queen Bee, they called her. Not for spelling, but for being the one whose words always stung the most.Pretend in Profiles More Like This
_____ lowered her head, casting her eyes downwards, away from the other girl, who had spoken. The "queen's" words echoed in her ears, floating in her mind, always present.
"Pretending to be someone you're not..." She whispered softly. No one heard her underneath the bustle of the crowd, always shifting about and shouting over each other. Or perhaps they did hear her, but they weren't really listening. There was a difference, after all.
What do you know? she thought bitterly, her expression sour. What do you know about pretending? You're not the one that gets pushed around for being "different." It's easier...to pretend. To be someone else, because that's the only someone anybody wants to see.
"I mean, what
the endThey took her apart, block by blockthe end in Free Verse More Like This
Playing Jenga with her mind
Tauntingly waiting for one false move
That would destroy her from inside
They unscrewed each nail, one by one
And watched her hope dissolve
Left her clinging to remnants left behind
While her castle burned to the ground.
They stole away each fantasy, the ones
That had made it easier to breathe
The ones that kept her head held high -
So they’d see strength, not misery.
But she knew someday the blocks would fall
And the nails would lay unscrewed
The towers she built would disappear and
Her story would find its end.
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
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.
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 monster, wearing human skin.
He is the deranged madman, eccentric, uncanny.
He is the one who sits catatonic;
An entire world of fantasy playing in his mind.
He has gone through millions of scenes,
Thousands of scenarios, hundreds of plots
And dozens of characters.
He is not the man you expect him to be,
For a true writer is utterly WEIRD.
Coward of a ManCoward of a Man:Coward of a Man in Free Verse More Like This
You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!
I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?
Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promises as empty as air and about half as useful!
In the end, here ye are again, callin' fer our unification, callin' fer togetherness.
Isn't that just yer own way of hidin' behind the labour and efforts of others?
While we stand out in th' front, ye sit behind and give us speeches,
Ye tell us that we're comin' together fer the good of us all
The Great DrakeHe rose from the ground as the very earth split in a series of jagged scarsThe Great Drake in Free Verse More Like This
Molten lava would burst from these wounds, as his wings eclisped the shimmering stars...
The Great Drake Serogar, once laid to rest in the warm womb of Gaia
Had once again awakened, to discipline those who had earned his ire.
Humans and Dragons were killing each other, senselessly bathing in the coldest of blood
Yet all their efforts amounted to nothing and opened the gates for a terrible flood...
For in the realms of the Nether; where the creatures drank of the dark well of Midnight
A rift had been torn of violence and hatred, spawning the children of Blight.
The demonkin arose from this artificial scar, fueled only by their need to destroy
The forces of darkness laughed at us blatantly, for this had been their devious ploy!
Serogar shook his head and cried piteously, for this was not the world of which he had dreamed
He roared defiantly at the creatures of darkness and met them bravely as he screamed:
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
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse: in Free Verse More Like This
I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.
Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...
Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.
"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I wonder?" she asks with a grin.
Her expression reveals a pair of pointed canines,
Both framed by lips as seductive as sin.
"I'm sorry my lady", I whisper in reply.
The excuse tumbles slowly from a paralyzed tongue.
"I have had no inspiration you see;
No dreams with which I am able to write."
She laughs at this; cruel and cold,
Tossing me from
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
Memories of WarMemories of War:Memories of War in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
Yeah I'm Stupid!Yeah I'm Stupid!:Yeah I'm Stupid! in Free Verse More Like This
Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent,
Learned and completely right in everything you say about me.
However, if I might be permitted to as they say in slang
"Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things.
Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent?
Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost
My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme rappin' like I'm
Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a
life and love that keeps me really strong. See I
Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do,
Structure in your brain is wrapped tight like a metal screw.
But this is what you do when you are young
I'm breaking all the rules until I finally get sung!
So pass it on over if you're done with the whiny mic,
I'd like to show the world a new style it's the Chen life;
So everyone go 'Chen boo', this all the 'Chen boo',
HopeHope:Hope in Free Verse More Like This
She waits for him
at the gates that stood when even the world crumbled
knowing that her own name will soon be forgotten
Where once she carried the weight of the world
now her strength is but the tiniest whisper
A single spark, left to crackle amongst the shades
until all is lost in the endless folds of time
It's getting colder
though she still continues to stand by the gates
She is getting older
and thus her memories must fade...
Angels gather to watch her in these final moments
and they bow their heads as a sign of respect
For even now, as the life leaves her body
Still she continues to wait...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 27th July 2012
Decembersville Ch. 30Decembersville Ch. 30 in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 30 Darkchovi
Hey! Do I look like your slave!? Cassia commented loudly in the dimness of the empty pub while being given an impossibly tall pile of dishes from the bartender, who was smiling sadistically and even giggling to how well his acquaintance was taking everything. It was storming violently outside in the city; so violently, the dim candles on the ceiling were flickering. Nobody was in the small restaurant but the bartender, the head waiter, and Cassia.
Oh, you love it, you know you do! Darkchovi, the manager and bartender of the Dark Brothers Pub laughed meanly while just placing the heavy porcelain plates in Cassias arms. He was skating in his usual four-wheeler leather skates and smiling his funny smile, allowing his white cat Burnsy to lie lazily over his shoulder. And think of it as a sweet favor for a good friend! You wouldnt want me trip and fall, wo
Decembersville Ch. 10Decembersville Ch. 10 in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 10: A very anxious circus freak called Pendulum Tin
In the name of all that is expensive and worth something, you clowns get your tin cans out there NOW! the ringmaster screamed backstage to all the performers. Many of them emitted sounds of whining and one of the performers under the name Juliza Star said, Aw, cut us some slack, boss! We went on about fifteen times in thirty minutes!
Carvel Hare, the small pink bunny plush doll with broken button eyes and a mad sewn up mouth mocked her words, Cut us sum swack, boss! Wah wah wah wah! This is why were going out of business! Now you, you, you, you, and you get out there and make those people happy!
All ten performers groaned and slinked out the curtains. The bitter ringmaster screamed at them through his gritted sharp sewn teeth, HAPPY! As in SMILING, you buncha saps! SMILING! SMI-LING!!
Decembersville Ch. 19Decembersville Ch. 19 in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 19 Razz Matazz, the Emcee
The Dark Brothers pub was not too full that late afternoon; the usual customers dropped by for a quick drink before packing up and leaving before the inspection began; but there were a certain few customers that were giving off a bad air; the Bloodhound Mafia. The group of fifteen gang members were gathered around at the bar table, licking their switchblades and fooling around with female customers. Sasha sat next to the godfather, Emmyli, looking rather nervous and avoiding eye contact with her new fiancé'. The bartender and manager, a tall young man in his early twenties with a colorful coat, long, styled dark hair with a few rainbow streaks, round specs and a pointed face, just leered at the godfather as he gulped down another glass of alcohol. Sasha took in a breath and said "E-Emmyli I think that's enough."
Emmyli's smile widened and thinned, slowly turning to look at his girl with a sober look that
Decembersville Ch. 16Decembersville Ch. 16 in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 16 - A freaky make-over by the freak Nutty Jimmy
His name is Nutty Jimmy and hes my older brother. Ive told him you are in need of assistance and all depending on his mood, you may or may not make it out in one piece because lately that brat has been whining about not getting too many brains in his stomach because he ran out of friends to chew on. Dont argue with him or ask him questions because half the time you WILL NOT understand A WORD hes talking about. Hes an idiot too, so dont expect him to understand what you are saying as well. Just shut up and dont argue and if hes doing anything that makes you uncomfortable, then that means hes in a happy mood. Oh, and just accept your fate when I mean IF it comes. Its useless to run from this guy. He refers to himself in third person most of the time and if he begins to dance, then that means hes a
Decembersville Ch. 11Chapter 11: Car chase Downtown!!Decembersville Ch. 11 in Fantasy More Like This
That early winter morning, outside Carvel's Circus, Zero and Sophia and Pendulum Tin were staring with wide open eyes at the lamp post. There was taped paper on it with a notice:
WANTED!! Human Girl Child; small in stature, whitish blond hair, short, big eyes and a whole lot of bratty attitude! She's a bad person and is to be reported to the nearest member of the Dolls for instant extermination!! Love, your mayor (aw, you know who I am).
Sophia turned away from it and looked at her friendly misfits saying, "Was somebody watching me!? How do they know how I look like!?"
Decembersville Ch. 20Decembersville Ch. 20 in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 20 Sophia the Emcee-ette!?
Tover, Kevi, Lars, and Drea ran through the misty woods as fast as they could, calling for help as loud as they can. "Help! Someone help us!!" The four kids were now running beneath a bridge's arch, heading to the other side.
"Hurry up, Drea!"
"Help!" Tover yelled. "Somebody save Sophia!"
Then Count Merry dropped in on them right before their eyes, eyes glowing and fangs glistening in the blue-ish foggy woods, "BOOGAWOOGAWOOGAHAHAHA!! Going somevhere!?"
Instantly, the kids' pupils shrunk and they screamed in unison "COUNT MERRY!!", running back down the way they came, not looking back at Merry who was laughing at how he frightened them all so easily; almost as if he was waiting for the opportune moment to jump off the bridge and send them running for the hills. And just on a side note: his heart was quite s
Decembersville Ch. 6Chapter 6: Craziness is not on the streetsDecembersville Ch. 6 in Fantasy More Like This
Chimabell! For gods sake, answer me you little brat! screamed Campara, a foul-mouthed thirty-year-old woman with a long black dress and a vulture-like walk.
She forced open the metal door before her with a kick and glared down below at the gear-infested factory in the underground chamber. Sparks of ember glided across the smoky channel and she could see the many prisoners in white masks and chains pounding down on iron objects going down the industrial line.
Campara frustratingly flew down into the smoky, fiery unit and began scanning the entire occupied area until she finally found her little brother Chimabell sitting at a high level watching boxes get thrown into the furnace. He laughed cutely each time a box went in and got burned. Then his small attention was finally caught.
Ello, sister! Ooh. Are you mad at me?
Decembersville Ch. 8Decembersville Ch. 8 in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 8: Soft in the soul, soft in the heart, and soft in the head
The sun has never ever risen in Decembersville; at least it had until the von Pyre Bros. took over. Now the mornings were bleak and white and misty and perhaps the only thing the sky offered to the residents were night and rain. But even so, the von Pyre siblings still stood out in the morning each with a silver parasol providing them darkness. They feared the light more than anything much like the other Night Stalker citizens.
The cobblestone square was packed and each one of them looked up at the high balcony overlooking the area. Chimabell and his older siblings were up there looking down on them all. The mayor was smiling thinly in the shaded balcony. Campara passed him a long, twisted, striped megaphone with a mouth at the end of the funnel-shaped mechanism. He smacked the thing twice and tried to speak through it.
Decembersville Ch. 54Decembersville Ch. 54 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 54 Villainy in the Theater District
"My child, welcome to the Theater District."
Sophia could only stare with wide, dazzling eyes at the beauty that stood before her, shimmering in snow and clean blue lights. With the carriage ceiling down and mechanical umbrellas high above their heads to shield them from the rain, the girl and the Meowsician looked from their self-driven vehicle at the magnificence that was called the Theater District, miles away from Kallavient Carnival and even farther from the Emptylands, now settling back in another part of Downtown Decembersville. As the carriage rolled forward, meeting itself with the icy tiled floors of the outside lanes, Sophia gazed at the differences in architectural design from the Neighborhood and other parts of the freakish city. All around her were tall and eccentrically-shaped buildings, yes, but even taller staircases and balloon lanterns as well. The residents chatt
Decembersville Ch. 25 Chapter 25 Rescue along Jigsaw RidgeDecembersville Ch. 25 in Fantasy More Like This
Faster! Faster! They are shooting at us!
Keep your head down and just hang on tighter! Bella Morte yelled back Sophia as they sped through the ever-increasing blizzard on the motorcycle. And quit your slipping! If you fall, Im not turning around for you!
The Dolls shot at their targets from behind, swerving to and fro in their black cycles and surfing through the empty, frosted lane. Bella Morte was in much frustration during the threatening chase. She could barely see a thing for the snow stung into her eyes due to the immense speed and the tires were slipping on the icy road. Sophias eyes were shut tight, squeezing Bella Morte from behind and praying quickly and privately as bullets zoomed past them. There was a loud BUMP! Then another! Sophia was screaming and she felt the tremendous force of