Journalistic chapt.4Chapter Four:Journalistic chapt.4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All Sam could feel was the pounding throb in his head as he opened his eyes. Around him the only light came through small holes in what he vaguely recognized as a large sack which stank of rotted vegetables. He could hear wheels moving under him and he groaned painfully as one of the wheels ran over various things in the path.
"I think he's waking up." A nasally voice Sam knew too well whispered.
"Let him, he won't be for long anyway." Benny replied to the man.
Sam closed his eyes and held his head, trying to gather his scrambled thoughts. He could recall a bridge, and a story, and Walter. The young man gasped as he looked at the sack again and saw the light pouring through the small holes. "It's morning." He mumbled miserably, "They'll all be awake by now, oh no, no, no."
"Shut your mouth rat." Benny said, shoving the bag, making Sam wince.
"Please, you all don't understand, my family, I have to get home to my family, they're waiting for me." Sam begged for a last time,
Journalistic chapt.2Chapter TwoJournalistic chapt.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wake up Sam!" Grace called as the triplets bounded into the corner bedroom, "Wake up mom's goin' to the store!"
The children leaped gracelessly on the bed of their sleeping brother, small limbs flailing as they jumped on each other. Sam jumped in fright at the rude awakening and gasped before he realized just who had woken him.
"Alright, alright!" Sam said with a laugh, "Get off, go see if mom needs help with anything, then we'll go."
"Make sure you're quick!" Ella said as she wiggled off his bed.
"I'll only be a minute." Sam said with an amused smile.
"You'd better be! I'll be counting!" Walter exclaimed, "See? One, two!"
"We have to leave before you can count!" Ella exclaimed as she giggled her way out of the room, the other triplets following.
Once they were out of sight Sam rose from his bed and shut the door. He stretched as he walked toward the sturdy drawers that had held his clothes, and had held his father's clothes before him. He pulled out folded pants and a shi
Journalistic chapt.20Chapter 20:Journalistic chapt.20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sam could feel excitement run through his body, making his heart race in his chest. The sun had risen but an hour ago, and the young man was already walking around the clinic.
"You're awfully jumpy." Rosie commented, carrying a pile of bed sheets in her arms.
"Vera and I are leaving today; I suppose I should pay you and the doc." Sam said, a grin stretching across his face as he pulled the money out of his pants pocket.
"I suppose so; it'll come to $10.50." The small nurse said as she set the sheets on a counter, going to a cash register.
"Alright." Sam said, exhaling a bit at the cost as he drew out the money, lightly biting his lip as he realized that after that they were nearly out of money, sparing around a dollar and a few coins.
Rosie smiled as she took the money from him, "Hope you see your family soon sir."
"How many times do I have to tell you that it's just 'Sam'?" The young man said, a smile still on his face.
The small nurse rolled her eyes and picked up the she
Journalistic chapt.10Chapter 10:Journalistic chapt.10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So I've made a choice." Vera said, walking with her hand resting on Sam's arm as they strolled through the streets.
"I figure you've made quite a few." Sam said, flashing a smile.
"I'm going with you, on the train." Vera stated, staring ahead.
Sam raised an eyebrow, "But where I'm going is far from where you live."
"My point exactly." Vera explained slowly, biting the inside of her cheek.
Sam nodded, "So I'm guessing you're not getting on the train because of my charm?"
"Don't flatter yourself." Vera said, looking at him with a smirk on her lips.
Sam smiled, "Well if we're going to leave here we might as well get our tickets, lead the way."
"Right over this way." She guided, turning down the road to the left when something flashed across her vision. The blonde turned her head and felt her eyes grow wider, her steps stopping.
"Vera?" Sam asked, his smile fading into a look of confusion.
"Keep going this way, I'll meet you at the train station." Vera explained, "Don't
Journalistic chapt.32Chapter Thirty-TwoJournalistic chapt.32 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The world around the young man seemed to stop completely as walked down the street, avoiding traffic the best he could before sliding into an alley, seating himself slowly against a wall. Fingers shakily moved across grey newsprint as Sam looked at the photograph that was plastered against the front page of the newspaper. Vera Hays was standing stone-faced beside her fiancé, who had his arms snaked around her waist. Little things in the photograph began to send the gears in Sam's mind working quickly. The woman in the black and white photo seemed younger than the woman that he'd met in the woods, and her hair was tied in a strict bun instead of a flowing ponytail that drifted past her shoulders. The pieces fit that the photo couldn't have been recent, though it didn't say when the photo was taken; the young man found that he could simply tell by a glance.
His eyes scanned the article, an interview with the groom about the joy the couple felt in fixing a century
Journalistic chapt.8Chapter Eight:Journalistic chapt.8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sam thought the town was quiet until he took a single step into The Invisible Giraffe. The building itself was thin, tall, and antique with peeling white paint that revealed the wood underneath. However, upon entering the drab building was alight with life. Dim light bulbs swung on chords from the ceiling to the feet tapping on the ground. Piano music flowed through the dancing couples, their rosy cheeks curved into laughs. Men of all types sat at the bar, friends for only the evening as the confided in each other with their sorrows. The bartender, an older man with sand-colored hair and his buttons near ready to pop against his beer belly, served drinks beside a woman with spectacles who watered a miniature tree.
"Vera!" The round man at the bar called, waving her over as soon as she entered, "You've been gone all day I figure!"
"Sorry Mr. Wallace! I was busy finding people like him in the woods." Vera replied, pointing a thumb at Sam, "Have you got an extra room?"
Journalistic chapt.23Chapter Twenty-Three:Journalistic chapt.23 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Weariness seeped itself through Sam's body, settling deep in his bones like sand in a riverbed. Beside him in the train Rosie sat, her delicate hands shading her face and smoothing back her hair. The young man shifted his gaze to her before resting a hand on her back as an attempt for consolation. Nearby, fellow passengers peaked over their shoulders and newspapers to take a look at the misfits that had seated themselves only a few minutes before the whistle sounded.
"It's over now Rose." He said simply, rubbing her back gingerly.
"You're wrong." The nurse retorted harsher than she had intended, rubbing her eyes, "You shouldn't have let her go Sam, that man he's, he's just evil." Rosie's cheeks reddened, embarrassed for categorizing the man in such childish terms.
Sam paused, "Vera knows how to handle herself, you should have seen her in the woods, by gosh, and she's got the fury of a bear."
"What did he even want from her?" Rose asked with despair, "What c
Journalistic chapt. 37New Part:Journalistic chapt. 37 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sitting alone at the kitchen table, the cool September winds were the only thing keeping the young man from breaking into a sweat. His trembling hand ran through his hair, and he felt like he would be sick. Quiet resonated throughout the home, and made him uneasy. He'd grown to expect the worst to erupt out of cool and quiet nights.
"Sam?" A soft voice questioned from the doorway.
With a shawl wrapped around her shoulders, Sam's mother placed a forehead on her son's forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm alright. Is it alright if I talk to you?" Sam uttered, almost too quickly to be easily understood. He shuffled in his seat.
"You know that you don't have to ask." With a caress she took his hand out of his mess of hair and gave it a gentle squeeze. A smile sent small wrinkled to hug her mouth, and the reassurance gave him enough strength to speak.
"Remember when I told you about what happened?" He croaked, struggling to look into eyes of hazel.
Journalistic chapt.1Chapter OneJournalistic chapt.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cigarette smoke lingered in the building, already stuffy from the summer air. A young man sat at a wooden desk, his fingers tapping furiously on the keys of a typewriter. Around him a scramble of men flipped through papers, chatted mildly about work, and exchanged the news. Sweat laced the young man's brow as he replaced the paper in his machine.
"Sam, you were supposed to get off an hour ago, what're you doin'?" A man with a cigar in his mouth and his hands in his pockets asked the man at the desk.
"Sorry Mr. Brown, just got caught up in the article is all." Sam said, looking up from his work and rubbing his eyes.
"The article will get written my boy, but it won't get done well if you're workin' this hard." The man explained as he took his cigar from his mouth and released a puff of smoke.
"Right, sorry sir." Sam said before standing out of his chair and running his fingers through his hair.
The Boss of the newspaper nodded before walking away from the young man, "Wait, Mr
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
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
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
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
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
Masterworks: Chapter 39:30 came and passed, but Mrs. Carter never showed up. Jade made no more attempts at talking to Sawyer, who had been keeping to his notebook. His dark blue eyes stayed concentrated on his writing and nothing more.Masterworks: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I wonder what he's writing about. . .not that it matters. I mean, he's probably writing about everything that's going on. He's probably saying something about me and making some obnoxious remarks about my tattoo or something. Whatever, it's not like I care.
She grabbed her things and began to walk away. Her next class was in about thirty minutes, and now she had to find a way to burn both time and steam. She could not wait to get away from this Sawyer guy. Thankfully they were studying different areas, so they probably wouldn't be seeing anymore of each other, which was perfectly alright with her.
And at least there was one good thing about this first class turnin
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: Chapter 5By the time the end of class approached, Jade and Skye had come to a conclusion: Mr. Dean was by far the most boring teacher that they had the misfortune of having. He had a plain face, with plain clothing along with a very monotone voice that made his student's eyelids feel heavier every time they heard it. Mr. Dean was also the only teacher that the two girl's had that assigned them homework on the first day. Needless to say, by end of class both girls were eager to leave.Masterworks: Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Thank goodness that's over," Jade mumbled as they were on their way to the dorm.
"I agree," Skye said. "Man was that guy boring! I swear I almost fell asleep like five times!"
"You and the rest of the class," Jade let out a hearty laugh.
Once they arrived at their dorm they set their things down and pulled out their phones. Both were so eager to call their parents and tell them how their first day at Sonser went.
Jade excitedly dialed the numbers of
Masterworks: Chapter 6When the end of the day had nearly arrived Skye and Iris were ready to get some rest. They fell asleep to the sound of rain and with high hopes for the upcoming day. Unlike Iris and Skye, Jade could not fall asleep regardless of her numerous attempts. She stayed in bed for nearly an hour, hoping that she might eventually fall into a deep slumber, but due to her insomnia, all of her attempts came up short.Masterworks: Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Fine, I give up, she thought as she walked into the living room. She turned on the television and kept the volume low. She flipped through the various channels hoping that she could find something to watch, and eventually she came upon a movie channel that she knew would keep her occupied for a couple of hours.
As the hours passed Jade grew tired of aimlessly watching movies. She again cursed herself for not being able to fall asleep. If she were sleeping right now like a sane person would
Masterworks: Chapter 10"Skye sit still! I'll never get this to look right if you keep moving," Jade said firmly as she carefully studied Skye's face.Masterworks: Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Fine, fine," Skye exclaimed as she wiggled in her seat. Being still was not an easy task for her.
Jade got a tight grip on her pencil and brought it to her paper. Soon, an assortment of curves and lines were coming together to form what appeared to be Skye's face. Then carefully, she tried to include the small details of her face--things such as the slight curves in her hair and the arch of her brow--to act as the perfect finishing touches to the sketch. Once the sketch was completed, Jade picked up her paper and showed Skye.
Skye's face lit up with excitement once her eyes met the paper. "That is amazing Jade!" she exclaimed. Then, she eagerly grabbed a pencil and paper of her own. "Now it's my turn."
Jade gave a smile, straightened her back and sat still. Skye peered at her face closely and began sketching. It didn't take her as long
Masterworks: Chapter 9Iris looked at Kaide strangely. What exactly did he mean by that? He barely even knew her, so why did he care? And furthermore, why was he even speaking to her? Out of the hundreds of people at the school, why her? It was perfectly clear that he already had an established group of friends, so why wasn't he talking to them? It made no sense to her whatsoever.Masterworks: Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm not trying to be rude, but exactly why are you talking to me?" Iris asked.
Kaide gave a nonchalant shrug. "You seem like an interesting person." He paused. "Would you like me to stop?"
Iris shook her head. "No, not at all. It just caught me off guard a bit, that's all," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Do you like coffee?" Kaide asked abruptly. "There's this really nice coffee shop slash bookstore right below here. It's pretty empty during this time of the day, and I get the imp
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 2It was 6:30 whenever Jade got up. Classes started at eight, and she wanted to make sure her day began well with a nice breakfast. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day after all, and that was a statement that Jade embraced fully. She grabbed her map of the campus and headed towards the small convenience store that was only a few blocks away from the dorm. She walked in and headed straight for the milk and eggs, and continued on to the bread and so on and so forth. After she had gotten all that she needed, she paid the cashier and headed back towards her dorm.Masterworks: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As she walked, she marveled at the campus's beauty. It was everything her mother had described and more. The buildings towered above her like castles, the elaborate fountains that looked as if they were taken out of a fairytale--it all seemed so unreal.
Whenever she reached the dorm, Jade immediately began cooking. Not long afterward
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
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.
Fandoms UnitedThe sacrificed,Fandoms United in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So brave and true,
Who fought her fights and pushed on through.
The boy who lived,
Then almost died,
To stop the crimes that would arise.
The man so different from his own,
His emotions overblown.
Contrasts almost never found,
So simple and yet so profound.
The three of them so far apart,
but all with bravery in their hearts.
TranquilityI wish to stay within this dream realm,Tranquility in Free Verse More Like This
With its perfect night skies,
So close that I could reach out
and pluck each cool star from the ether.
Like a pebble from these turquoise waters,
Which run smoothly to forever,
Where all you see is endless waves
Melting into endless sky.
This mystic world
Filled with warm beaches and dewy,
Sun kissed grasses
That fall to forests,
Their trees bearing the sweetest of fruit.
If this truly is a dream,
Do not wake me,
but join me,
So I may share this perfection with you.
Cruel ReflectionsMirror mirror on the wall,Cruel Reflections in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who's the fairest of them all?
Not the one staring back at me,
It could never be that girl that I see.
Mirror please tell me why out of them all,
She is the one who you make feel so small?
The image that's shown each and every day,
Pray tell why it is in such disarray?
The tears in her eyes,
They glisten just so.
Yet she hides them well,
Won't let others know.
What they see is different,
It is just a mask.
For she would not tell them,
It's not like they'd ask.
She questions daily,
Her role in this place.
Why should she go up against,
These things she must face?
If she were to die,
Would they even care?
Even right now,
Do they notice she's there?
These things that she asks herself,
Won't let her be.
So she turns away from them,
Refuses to see.
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.
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.
CorneredPressed against cold stone,Cornered in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I'm smothered in this darkness,
Nowhere left to run.
Slow songs of deep destruction,
and all hope is lost.
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.
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.
Beloved TragediesYou had prepared yourself to die for him,Beloved Tragedies in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
but it wasn't meant to be.
The same had been upon his mind,
You tried to plead and die instead,
but he would not hear of it.
So as he raced to save your life,
You fell to little bits.
Your heart lay shattered on the ground,
and you felt completely dead.
You thought of the rose he gave to you,
Then cried as your soul bled.
Days passed without your beloved one,
Then weeks and months and years.
He never strayed far from your thoughts,
and the time didn't stop the tears.
You knew that you would not forget,
and never could move on.
For how could you ever forget,
A love that was so strong?
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.
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…
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Mommy's Suicide Mom... Did you just...Mommy's Suicide in Free Verse More Like This
Pills and whiskey down her throat
As she slowly stumbles down the stairs.
Through her cries and regret
She begins crashing into walls.
"Call 911!" I yell, as I begin holding my mother
After she collapsed, her head hitting the floor.
I hear police sirens outside our home.
My sister runs through the front door in fear.
The paramedics begin asking her things
That she barely knew the answer to.
"What's your name?"
"Do you know where you are?"
And most importantly..
"Why did you do it?"
"I didn't want to bother her anymore."
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.
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
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
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.
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:
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
White Lily GirlWhite Lily Girl:White Lily Girl in Free Verse More Like This
They say that love is plenty
But mine is simply dead.
She sleeps amongst the flowers
I grew upon her bed...
I wonder if she's dreaming
Of smiles and happy things.
Or playing her favourite game
Of rubber balls and strings...
She used to mean the world to me
But humans took her life.
Oh lord that took my child away
I offer you this knife...
It bears the blood of your faithful humans
The ones you taught to scream of hate...
How many more will join the ranks
Of the damned that I create?
Droolings wrecks and putrid bodies
The ultimate art of sanguine pride!
The dead that groan in utter pain
Will stay forever by her side...
Cut and sewn, hewn and cleft
Made to match like ragged dolls.
Each will be a lifeless guardian
Watching from the bitter walls...
You took my child and stole her life
Now I do the same for you...
Your children now shall bear my hatred
And there is nothing you can do.
Come and drink of water or wine
I shall feed you as I feed
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',
Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration in Free Verse More Like This
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the lives that I hold in my hand;
Fictional lives, but precious still.
Yet as soon as I see their imperfections,
I destroy the evidence in a throe of shame.
These crumpled masses that now surround me,
They aren't the proof of perfection's pursuit...
They are merely my feeble, worthless attempts,
To disguise my own ineptitude.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th Decembe
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
FEARFEAR:FEAR in Free Verse More Like This
Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey
For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see
From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below
Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only his anxiety for company
Resting for what might be his very last
From birth, Ever-present, Always Remembered
such is the nature of FEAR
Writing poetry again Doctor Cecil? That's good!
You'll need a hobby to be working in an environment like this
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th October 2012
NaPoWriMo Day: 1I’ve got 30 daysNaPoWriMo Day: 1 in Free Verse More Like This
to defy Icarus:
teach this rose thorn heart
how to fly.
[ All I want to be
is the space between
But, I’m here,
ripping holes in blank pages
while nursing nebulae knuckles
with white plastered walls.
Therapists, I don't like their taste.i.Therapists, I don't like their taste. in Free Verse More Like This
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse-
instead of pills,
if a therapist could
give me the strength
i might just
take my chances.
Universe GirlsheUniverse Girl in Free Verse More Like This
fell in love
while he was
still a planet;
she could only manage
to fall in love
with shooting stars
in the glare of your eyes.
what more could you truly ask
from a universe girl?
RelapseIt’s like countingRelapse in Free Verse More Like This
along your limbs -
remembering a time
‘just one more’
made you feel better.
- & you’re sitting there
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s
How did you get those scars?And I asked her,How did you get those scars? in Free Verse More Like This
"Do you remember
why I counted tiles-
sat in silence for hours,
wishing on the black holes
in my pockets?"
Stuttering against quiet delusions,
She bit a vintage tongue.
I tried to bury myself alive that night,
just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters
between the cracks of my glass skin."
Licking dry lips,
She asked to taste them.
For I'm a graveyard lurker.my veins are blueFor I'm a graveyard lurker. in Free Verse More Like This
with restless wanting;
your ghost fingers
at this untamed
stop loving me
like that, darling,
kissing the stars
from my throat.
if i can’t have the sky,
i will howl my laughter
to the earth,
planting a home
in the dirt
beneath my claws.
I loved a girl.i loved a girl.I loved a girl. in Free Verse More Like This
i loved a girl with a love
for cummings & sandburg
i loved an unflinching
poet of a girl.
& with no better diction:
they called the shaking fists
at her sides, her silent act
of pacifism, cowardice.
i’m the coward;
she bled for the both of us.
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me. in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
whiskeyShewhiskey in Free Verse More Like This
in one slow,
I heard it plunge
into the gaping
emptiness of her.
drank the sun
from my fingertips,
licked me from her lips,
look better dead, plucked
from your November pores."
"They go down smoothest
with Writers Tears."
Decembersville Ch. 31Decembersville Ch. 31 in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 31 Epiphany
Campara and Chimabell both screamed in terror and Bella was frozen in place, guilt and denial constricting his senses. No. He DID NOT just push their mother out the window. He couldn't have. Please say he couldn't have.
The youngest brother could barely breathe and he ran over to the large, broken glass window, running past the gun on the dark floor and peering over the edge where their mother was pushed through. His heart was pounding massively and the sounds of his bell ears made the rain outside begin to pour over. He could see his mother, Felicity von Pyre, hanging over a ledge a few feet beneath the high window, forty feet off the concrete ground. She looked unrefined and she was whimpering, trying not to let go. Chimabell screamed "MOM!! MOM!!" He caught her attention and she looked up at her son, yelping to see that monster's face in the night rain.
Her son ben
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. 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. 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. 15Chapter 15: The UnderesidenceDecembersville Ch. 15 in Fantasy More Like This
Trust me on this one, my good readers: The Underesidence is NOT a nice place to be. It just isn't. Sadly, that's where Melloni Collie led our little group of misfits to. It was one thirty Downtown when the swindler slyly and carefully led the others into a very tight alleyway. It was unnoticeable and had a dead end as well. Zero quietly raised a question "W-wait where are we going? Because, I-I really don't see how--"
"Cool it, Edward Scissorhands. I know what I'm doing so just shaddup," their guide whispered back. Sophia seemed a little intrigued for some strange reason. Tin was behind her gripping her shoulders and shaking cowardly. "Okay, kids. Come in a little closer. We all want to go through this thing."
"What thing? A secret passage?" Sophia asked curiously. Mellon laughed cutely and said, "Kind of, sweet thing. Kind of
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. 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. 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