Maybe Aliens are RealMaybe aliens are real.
Maybe they've already been here. Maybe some still are.
Maybe they don't look any different than us. Maybe they don't have big heads, weird skin, and big bulgy eyes. Maybe they look just like us. Maybe they're the same inside and outside. Maybe their blood is red. Perhaps they have a few evolutionary traits that are more or less advanced than us, but maybe they're able to blend in as "specially gifted." Maybe some humans can do those "special things" too.
Your best friend could be from another planet. Maybe you are. Maybe your parents never told you that you cam from another world. But you don't seem too different, do you? You look like humans, you speak like humans, you act like humans...
Maybe life forms on other planets aren't much different than us. Cultural differences, maybe, and perhaps the progress of their civilizations, are slower or faster than ours.
What if an entire society is from a different planet, just fitting in with us? Maybe France is fr
My Best Friend is a GhostIt was a dare, and I took it. You know how people get when being pressured by their friends, being clucked at like a chicken and calling you a scaredy cat. Well, they were my friends... yup, friends.My Best Friend is a Ghost in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was an old broken down mine shaft. Cliche, I know. It had caved in during a mine blast that went wrong, and many miners were injured. Luckily, no one died... that is, until a young girl was curious enough to explore the ruins. The mine was, and still is, unstable.
The girl's name was Aida, but her last name was never released for unknown reasons. She was ten when she crawled in to look around, hoping to find some little treasures to take home. She was very adventurous. Unfortunately, part of the ceiling fell down and crushed her to death. She wasn't found until a week later when they discovered her footsteps in the mud leading to the mine. Her body was carefully recovered, and there was a closed casket funeral.
Well, years later, stories were made and rumors were spread that Aida still
The Suicide PhotographerI am a photographer.The Suicide Photographer in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
People hate my work. You may ask why, but when you see my shots, you'll understand. My work is very controversial. I am sadly proud of my photos, for I may be the only one who's adopted this style.
I capture photos of suicide.
No matter where I go, I carry my camera with me, ready to shoot anything that may happen. There's surprisingly a lot of suicides in this city and the next city over. I've gotten beautiful shots.
The most common ones are those of people jumping from buildings. Of course, there's usually a crowd of people pleading for the person to come down, so I know right away what I am about to get. I stand to get a good perspective, hold up my camera, and snap the photo right as the person plunges to their demise. I take a couple one after the other so I make sure to get the perfect shot. People surrounding me shout at me and call me heartless.
On the contrary, I am more caring than them. That person wanted to end their life, so they had a perfect reason t
A Best FriendA good friend will be there for you when you cry.A Best Friend in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A best friend will be there crying with you.
A good friend will keep your secret if you murder someone.
A best friend will have been your accomplice.
A good friend will let you commit suicide.
A best friend will be holding your hand as they jump in front of a train with you.
A good friend will mourn for you if you die before them.
A best friend will follow you.
A good friend will be at your execution to say goodbye.
A best friend will be in a second electric chair right next to you.
A good friend will say it's not a good idea to throw that explosive into the powerplant that's destroying natural habitat.
A best friend will count down to three, giving you the signal to throw it.
A good friend will ignore the fact that you kidnapped someone to torture.
A best friend will provide the chloroform.
A good friend will yell at your ex for breaking up with you.
A best friend will murder them
I Lost My GlassesI lost my glasses.I Lost My Glasses in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I thought I left them on the table, but I checked and nothing was there except something sharp. I have terrible vision; everything is so blurry, I can't make out shapes.
I move through the house, feeling around. My wife must be painting the walls. I see dark shapes on them, and they're wet to the touch. It's so quiet it the house...
I step on something wet and squishy. I really wish the kids would not bring the pool toys in the house.
I look in the kids' bedroom and say, "girls, have you seen my glasses?" No response, but I can see a lump under each of their blankets. They must be sleeping.
I check the bathroom, but the lightbulb went out. I feel around, and my hand touches the counter. I hate it when the kids splash water all over the place. It's thicker though... soap?
I go into the bedroom and see my wife standing near the window. Of course I could only see her blurry shape cause of my terrible eyesight. I'm getting old.
"Hunny, have you seen my glasses?" She didn
UtopiaI could be executed for writing this. Hell, they'd probably throw me in prison just for catching me with a pen and paper. But I have to get this down... I know it's only a matter of time before they realize that I'm a free thinker... and then they'll make sure I never existed.Utopia in Philosophical More Like This
Ten years ago, the entire world changed. They had been building up to this point, and they were incredibly successful. I saw it comiand I tried my best to tell people that this isn't how we want to live. We don't want to be controlled... but they were already brainwashed.
The government showed their true colors. Libraries and theatres were torn down, artwork and historical artifacts were burned to ashes, and the world's most renowned musicians were gunned down like animals. Oh yea... the animals... you'd be lucky to even find a picture of one, let alone a real one.
Anyone caught with any sort of art, music, unorthodox clothing, stuffed animals, books, religious practice... anything that made someone individual...
My Last RideI've looked forward to this day since the ride opened. I've always loved roller coasters, but I'm afraid of heights, so I never went on the ones with loops. I slowly started riding bigger coasters and... well, when this opened, I knew it was time.My Last Ride in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the biggest roller coaster in the world, and this is the only park it's been built at. I had to travel from the United States to the United Kingdom, and it took all my life savings, but... I won't be needing that money anymore. I told myself I'd ride this coaster without second thought, no matter what the cost.
It's not for everybody. In fact, many are horrified by it. Hell, when I saw the scale model of it, my heart leapt into my throat and was struck by excitement and fear. I never thought it'd be built in my lifetime... it's time to face many things; my fear of heights, my fear of loops, and most of all... it's time to face death.
The Euthanasia Coaster begins with a 1600 top, and the ride up is extremely steep. It's so steep, you'd f
The False Life of PenelopeHer name was Penelope,The False Life of Penelope in Free Verse More Like This
And she wasn't quite right.
Her life was unhappy
And a constant battle to fight.
Only at the age of twelve,
Poor Penny was alone.
In this world she did dwell,
But craved a world of her own.
The story of Penny
Is a sad one indeed,
For her mind was uncanny
And was in dire need
Of jubilance and cheer
In which she did not hold,
But strived to engineer
With imagination so bold.
Dear Penny was young
And was too shy to make friends,
So she invented the one
Who she'd use to make amends.
The internet is perfect
For hiding who you are,
And many would disrespect
Other users from afar.
So Penny became the person
She so wished to be,
Having no idea it'd worsen
Her sadness and misery.
Hanging out in sites and chats,
She quickly gained the trust
Of those who believed her stats,
Which were secretly robust.
Penny, oh sweet Penny,
How she went so very far
Was extraordinarily uncanny,
Why hide who you truly are?
She posted random pictures
And claimed they were her own,
Simon SaysSimon says hop on one foot.Simon Says in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Simon says wave both hands above your head.
Touch your nose.
Oop, I didn't Simon says! Okay, let's try again.
Simon says take one step forward.
Simon says jump three times.
I didn't say Simon says!
Okay, Simon says to crouch down.
Simon says jump back up.
Simon says take a step to your right.
Simon says go "woo! woo! woo!
Simon says act like a chicken.
*sigh* Tsk tsk tsk. I didn't say Simon says!
My Tall and Skinny FriendMy Tall and Skinny Friend in Humor More Like This
I have a friend. He's pretty impressive, I show him off all the time. People must be super jealous though, cause they either run away screaming or faint.
My friend is much taller than me and very skinny. I tell him I envy him because I have to be careful to keep my weight where I want it. He's always dressed so nicely too! In a black suit and tie, he always looks like he's going to a business meeting.
It's very hard to tell how my friend is feeling because... well, this may sound weird but... he has no facial features. His skin is snow white and just has a... completely blank face. He has no mouth either, so he can't talk. He usually just writes me messy little notes.
He's a weird dude, obviously. But he's super fun. He can duplicate his arms as much as he wants, and they can also stretch far distances. He can also change his height, but he never goes below eight feet. I don't think he's able to.
He keeps to himself when it comes to personal stuff. I tried to ask him wher
DermatillomaniaI want to be perfect. I just want to be perfect. But so much is getting in my way... I hate my ugly body. This horrible skin with all of its imperfections. It's driving me mad.Dermatillomania in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I look in the mirror and see a blemish on my cheek. It's not quite ready to go yet, but I feel it! I feel it! It's there, and I don't want it to be. I want it gone.
I push at it, trying to get the defect out, but it won't surface. All I managed to accomplish was two deep nail marks in my face. I get frustrated and I scratch at it, trying to get the skin off to open the pore. It bleeds a little bit. I try squeezing again, but nothing. The nail marks break the skin slightly.
I grab a sewing needle. They say not to do this, but I'm desperate. I try to gently tear open the blemish. I really don't want to scar my face, so I have to be careful. But even after that, it won't come out! I scratch vigorously at it until there's a large, bleeding scrape on my cheek. I don't pay much attention to that, for I see the
On To Dead Little GirlsSpiders hang from threads made of shadows.On To Dead Little Girls in Free Verse More Like This
Blood dripping from his tongue,
Silence flooding the sky.
He’s pouring salt along open wounds,
Bandaging them with dust,
Disinfecting with poison.
Black roses on a coffin
For a small little girl
In a pale pink dress
And cuts along her
Frozen clocks begin to move
The sun has risen,
Early morning light
Shining brightly in the sky.
He walks to the graveyard,
Setting white daisies on
The little girl’s
Days go by,
And he sits there.
Tearing petals off the flowers,
And a butterfly lands on one daisy.
He crawls on his hands and knees,
Holes in his clothes,
Dirt on his fingers.
He tickles the butterfly
And treasures it until it dies.
For the best thing to do
Is rip off the wings of a butterfly…
And sew them onto dead little girls.
Let's Play a Game Let's play a game.Let's Play a Game in Free Verse More Like This
I don't like the game we play
But he says we have to.
After all, I am
Daddy's little girl.
I'm too sad to move.
I don't like this game.
But I am
Daddy's little girl.
There. Wasn't that nice?
I don't like our games...
But I guess I have to
Daddy's little girl.
We can play again later.
I don't want to play later!
I don't. Like. Our. Games.
But I have to play them.
Daddy's little girl.
It's fun. Isn't it?
I don't want to be
I'm sick of being
Daddy's little girl
In Daddy's world
With Daddy's games.
Let me grab this knife, Daddy.
Let me hurt you, Daddy.
The way you hurt me.
I don't want to be your little girl.
I want to play a game.
Depression...No, depression is not just getting sad.Depression... in Free Verse More Like This
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Drink Till You're Dead, Little Girl...Drink till you’re dead, little girl,Drink Till You're Dead, Little Girl... in Free Verse More Like This
Slide blades across your flesh until the blood
Stops pouring out.
Swallow the pills that make you
Spit out the words that make them
Daddy said never play with fire,
But the burns on your skin…
Don’t they feel
Bathe in your blood,
And write with wounds along your
Carry a nightmare in your
Because, now, little girl
You aren't so little anymore.
Bury your butterfly wings
Create a grave for your
Swallow the pills that make you
Spit out the words that make them
And drink till you’re dead, little girl.
When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy taleWhen I Said in Free Verse More Like This
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
I didn't want to be fought by a
I didn't want
When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
I didn't want to wear the gown
I wanted it
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
But i never expected it to end like this.
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied. in Free Verse More Like This
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and…
Well, my name is Mary Starr
And this is how I died.
But daddy always loved me.
And daddy always lied.
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…
Love AgainHear my worries, fear my criesLove Again in Free Verse More Like This
Dread the whispered lullabies
Drown beneath the spinning skies
Feel the truth you can't deny
Taste the blood upon your tongue
Feel the poison fill your lungs
I am she who lies among
Those who know where things belong
Feel the weapons kiss your skin
Listen to the screeching wind
See my power, watch me win…
And never fall in love again…
Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skiesPoor Man's Gold in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
BullyShh.Bully in Free Verse More Like This
Demons in the shadows
They'll find a way
To get you.
Beatings, swallowing you.
Scars, defining you.
You know you're weak.
You can't fight a bully
When the bully's inside of you.
this is for the silent boysThis is for the silent boys,this is for the silent boys in Free Verse More Like This
who live and die unnoticed.
Whose lives are shushed, and pushed away
and deaths go out unfocused.
Who society deems unworthy to mourn,
because they're not important.
An evil brush we paint on them,
without ever getting to know them.
For the boy who hides behind a mask,
afraid to report his rape.
To the boy who is locked away in jail,
because a woman called a fake.
To the Bacha Bazi forced to dance,
for the cruelty of the world.
For the boys who lose their hopes and limbs,
fighting in bloody wars.
Please young men, hear me now, society cares for you,
and even though you may not believe it, it is only but a few.
You are not forgotten, you are not abandoned, and you are not the victim of hate,
so please dear boys, hold your head up, and do not accept this cruel fate.
I write this for the silent boys, who can no longer speak,
for the silent boys who stood before Mr. Rodgers, and met
their untimely defeat.
And for the counselors who waited, sad words I ha
You should have seen all the people crying.You should have seen all the people crying.You should have seen all the people crying. in Emotional More Like This
When the announcements came on,
that Monday morning, a terrible silence had befallen our tiny school.
The voice over the intercom was shaky, not her usual cheery self,
she was careful with her words, because the weight they carried
would be the rock that destroyed the silence.
She said that you had died, that they had found you in your room,
with cuts plastered on your wrist, and your head down slightly,
just enough to see your vacant eyes.
The prayer was a eulogy, filled with specs of your life,
filled with details of your minimal successes,
but it was you all the way.
God, you should've seen all the people crying.
And they were people you would hardly expect.
Be it the somber eulogy, or the thin film of melancholy that had descended upon the classroom,
by the time the girl clicked off of the intercom, the classroom was a school of muffled cries.
Or distant stares. Or hidden smirks.
The girl with the face made of makeup, t
I'd Rather Die AloneSo this is it? Isn't it? I'm to die in this room alone?I'd Rather Die Alone in Free Verse More Like This
With the cold table underneath me colder than nitrogen ice,
and the blaring AC bearing down upon me like a sinners vice?
Though my arm has been torn off, and tossed beside my head,
or my leg has been twisted, and my insides scorched dead,
I'm somewhat thankful my mother asked for my nerves to be cut dead.
That way I cannot experience the full force of the pain that's blaring within.
Occasionally, a woman walks in, looks down and says, “I think it's still alive.”
When was I an it, even while dismembered, I’m struggling before her very eyes.
Behind her comes the doctor, with a scalpel in his hands,
“His mother wanted him dead anyway, killing him more won't make a difference.”
The nurse nods and ask, “Should I get more absorbic acid?”
The doctor shakes his head and levels his scalpel, “His head is softer than plastic.”
And with his death-sentence, he drops his arm, and the metal p
We Are Selfish PeopleWe live in a selfish world,We Are Selfish People in Free Verse More Like This
and we are incredibly selfish people.
Fighting about rich women's and men's rights,
we neglect the starving children, and disregard their rights.
Our world is gassing itself daily,
submerged in flames and burning,
like a gruesome Holocaust that repeats itself
Religion has done more damage, than it has good.
We fight in the name of one God,
but the victor remains unclear.
Fat and thin, beautiful and ugly,
all stem from one terrible, cruel word.
we care about our looks, we care about how society sees us
We care about how we see us.
We would rather leave the house practically naked,
and proclaim it's our right,
then donate a dollar to the poor, who are forced to starve at night.
Or fight for inequality, that's hardly there,
cry misandry and misogyny into the air.
Our priorities are screwed, and our lives are damned,
we're are selfish people, we women and men.
And that cure for diseases, for us it can wait,
we're too busy complaining
She's Just as CapableShe killed him with a smile that burned.She's Just as Capable in Free Verse More Like This
His neck was red with scorch marks,
though some people defined them as hickeys.
When he came back around the cool air bit at him,
it dissected him, poked at his naked skin.
He had trouble dispelling the drugs that cursed through his system.
She sat there, bra intact, though panties thrown
somewhere along the floor, or mixed in the sheets.
“It was fun” she smirked, though she looked displeased.
“Don't tell anyone,” she whispered with a smirk,
tracing her fiery fingers on his back,
leaving a trail of black soot.
The drugs wore off slowly,and he was coming back.
If she continued to touch him,
he could maybe twist her neck.
It was self defense, was it not?
But what would he say to the authorities?
Would he even be believed by the cops?
He ran out, faster then his legs could carry him,
she was his teacher, he was only sixteen.
He had to tell the cops, but would they even believe him?
His clothes were tattered and hardly
It's Okay to Believe in MagicIt's okay to believe in magick,It's Okay to Believe in Magic in Free Verse More Like This
and to spell it with a “k”.
To let your mind reverse,
and wonder to the olden days.
They will indeed tell you you're wrong,
that you're evil, cruel and vile,
that the beliefs you follow,
are a result of your own self-denial.
They'll say with a puff, that theirs is the only,
religion you can follow, to remain pure and holy.
But I tell you Wiccan girl (or boy), to collapse and embrace the earth,
to cry to the four winds,
of which your magic burst.
Let the power course through your veins,
and the voices fill your head.
For when you cast you incantation,
your fears will fall dead.
So it's okay to believe in magick,
i've had my experience with a few.
And take it from a Christian,
it's really nothing new.
To feel the earth vibrating, it's energy at a high,
to hear the spirits chanting, their voices through the sky.
The trees will sing and whisper,
of stories young and old,
of secrets that they keep,
that only you can unfold.
Be proud to be a Wiccan
That Gay Boy Sitting Next To YouLook at the gay boy sitting next to you,That Gay Boy Sitting Next To You in Free Verse More Like This
the one who you kick, physically torture and verbally abuse.
Look at his eyes that were once vibrant with life,
and keep in mind that you and your friend's were the one who stole his light.
You called him a sin and condemned him to hell,
every day he walked through the school doors, he was greeted with your intolerant yells.
With your injustice , you treated him as terribly as you pleased,
and when you were through with your torment, you treated him like some sort of disease.
Was religion your actual excuse to act like an ass,
or was there something that you refused to see past?
Because that gay boy who sits next you daily in class,
is the one who knows your present, future and past.
He knows where bullies come from, so don't hide fully behind Christianity.
Because when you go home, you yourself are showered with profanities.
The same fist you used to beat the blue eyed boy,
is the same fist that your father uses to wring around your neck
Yes I Am A ChristianYes, I am A Christian.Yes I Am A Christian in Free Verse More Like This
But that does not make me a radical fanatic who constantly shoves the Bible down your throat.
Yes, I Am A Christian,
And that can mean that no, I don't like abortion, nor do I like gay marriage. But, do remember, I am a human, and entitled to my own opinion.
Yes, I am a Christian,
But I do not believe that God will suddenly make things better, stop hunger, and end world suffering. I don't even count on Him to end mine.
Yes, I am A Christian,
and I do get angry at God. I get furious with Him all the time.
Yes, I am A Christian,
and I do not give all my belongings to the poor, nor do I preach on the side of the street.
Yes, I am A Christian,
So I am allowed to make mistakes.
Yes, I Am Christian,
but that doesn’t mean I don't fight back.
Yes, I Am A Christian,
but that does not mean I like to rape boys.
But, I'll tell you what I do like to do;
I pray for peace, for love and hope,
that one day, violence and agony will refuse to show.
That God will work through
What Feminism Has Taught MeFeminism has taught me many things,What Feminism Has Taught Me in Free Verse More Like This
and these things I've grown to hate.
When I see the word “feminism”,
I want to purge it's putrid name.
I'll start with the most obvious,
that people seem to ignore,
“Let's care about our looks and body images here!”
And ignore those women who are suffering abroad.
But was it really ever only women,
or should we consider men too?
Because I once believed Feminism,
was about equal rule.
However that's another lie,
but honestly, you shouldn't be surprised.
Because that's what the they do best,
spew their ugly perjuries,
and conveniently ignore their self induced mess.
The next one is sensitive, and my opinion may be my own,
but I never stood behind killing babies,
as feminist say, “monster's” nestled in a woman's womb.
And the Old Testament may be sexist,
but every person knows,
that it was written in the age of sticks and stone,
over two thousand years ago.
And may I add when Jesus came,
to change the world we know,
Internet FriendsInternet friends are fake, unreal, untrustworthy.Internet Friends in Free Verse More Like This
Parents say , “Don't give your information
to someone who may do something dirty!
They're liars, evil and rapist in waiting.
Their compliments and gifts
are just another form of baiting.”
I'd like to think that we judge without
getting to know,
what happens on the other side of the mouse.
Internet friends are there when we're alone,
till 2 a.m on weeknights,
chatting with us until the pain is gone.
They're always there to confide,
when we're sometimes
on the verge of suicide.
Pulling us through our depression,
begging us not to relapse,
not to succumb to our regressions.
“Get help, not attention,” they'll tap in chat,
as a response of a picture,
that'll show our wrists all hatched.
Sometimes it's the little things they do for us,
like sending “You're amazing” “You're beautiful”,
“You're so full of love.”
They encourage us at times when our “friends” don't,
I'm still screamingI am still alive but now I’m barely breathing,I'm still screaming in Free Verse More Like This
I’m crying out for help but no one seems to hear it.
Can’t you hear me in the night?
Or are you choosing not to hear it?
I’m slipping through the cracks but no one seems to see it.
You want me to be okay, you want me to be fine
But I am faced with a cliff that I am too weak to climb.
It kills you to see me this way,
With lost eyes distant and far away.
Desperately trying to hold on,
I 'm falling through the cracks
But I am too tired to carry on this way,
Like a ghost that can't be saved.
Like a soul that can't be healed.
My life is draining through my veins, my heart is tearing at the seams.
You are afraid to hold me now, afraid my fragile bones are going to fall,
You want me to be stronger
But strong is something that I can never be.
My fingers are slipping on the rock face,
I am losing my grip more and more every day,
Plummeting into the darkness, further and further away.
My skin is scar
Mirror, MirrorI can't stand the sight of my reflection.Mirror, Mirror in Philosophical More Like This
Every time I see her, I cringe. Look at her - the dark shadows beneath her eyes, the slumped shoulders, the half-empty gaze that stares back at me. She's disgusting. She's a monster.
But is she real? Am I real?
I don't know.
Maybe she's the real one and the reason she looks the way she does is because she always sees me and is terrified that something horrible will happen. Maybe I'm the real one and I'm terrified that she's going to let that something occur.
Or maybe we're just the same person and I'm letting my thoughts become too unraveled. There's no such thing as another side to a mirror. It's just a piece of glass that reflects that which is in front of its surface. But then again, what do I know? Not much, if I'm being completely honest.
There are times where I'll pass my reflection and stop, stare at her, and the urge to do nothing more but take her hand and say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've said t
pretty little poet fingersfabricated gods rest between thepretty little poet fingers in Free Verse More Like This
languid crevices of
her fingertips, scribbling profanities
all over her skin.
she's just mismatched bones
& blue bruises, telling of forbidden
love through archaic letters.
a tongue made for
wanderlust, & eyes made
for the stars,
even the devil fears her.
FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.Frostbitten in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something that most people don't truly believe in.
A boy whom she met long ago.
She still remembers the day like it was yesterday. Running around in the forest, laughing and tasting the snowflakes as they fell down into her parted lips and melting immediately on her tongue. All bundled up as a precaution, even though the winter has always been kind to h
Do not be ashamed of who you are.At one point in your life,Do not be ashamed of who you are. in Free Verse More Like This
you didn't mind being a girl.
It was only after you met
her that you thought, "Maybe
this isn't the right fit." Because,
if you're being honest, she
deserves a knight in shining armor.
You are not Atlas, my dear.
Your shoulders do not
merit a world of troubles,
but instead love-lined clouds
that whisper, "Do not be
ashamed of who you are."
A woman can be a
champion whose heart burns
with more gold than a king's
castle holds. Perhaps if
you had more faith,
you might find that's just what
Second star to the rightThere are days where sheSecond star to the right in Free Verse More Like This
forgets how to fly;
wings all tangled up in
"There is nothing wrong with me,"
"Nothing at all.
I just can't seem to
The clock strikes
she's nothing but
and withering pixie dust.
Sweet EmilyEmily is six years old.Sweet Emily in Short Stories More Like This
Emily lives with Mommy and Daddy in a big house.
Emily doesn't have very many friends because she doesn't go to school, but that's okay!
Emily has Tabitha! Tabitha and Emily are best friends. Tabitha looks like Emily, too! They both have blonde hair, though Tabitha always has hers in pig tails. They both have green eyes, too. Mommy and Daddy tell Emily that her green eyes means she has a biiiiig imagination; so that means Tabitha does, too! But sometimes Mommy and Daddy don't believe Emily when she tells them all the fun she and Tabitha have together…
They don't believe Emily when she tells them that it was Tabitha who used up all of Mommy's lipstick to make a picture on the wall. They don't believe Emily when she tells them that Tabitha was the one who broke the special plates in the locked cupboard that Emily can't reach. They don't believe Emily when she tells them anything Tabitha does, and it isn't Emily's fault.
"Oh, Emily, darling…it's pe
Guys, I'm freaking out.All righty. So I told myself now that school has started back up, I wouldn't be on dA so much because I'll be extremely busy.Guys, I'm freaking out. in Personal More Like This
However...the lovely C-Allagash contacted me with a publication opportunity, and I couldn't help but check it out. Then... RiverDreamer, who represents the company of RiverDreams Publishing (found here, you all should check out their site and see if their policy works well with you if you want to publish: http://www.riverdreamspublishing.com/default.html), contacted me as well, saying they had read some of my poetry and wanted to know if I was interested in submitting my work to their 2013 Poetry Anthology.
I had a goddamn heart attack, guys.
I am going to definitely consider this amazing opportunity, and I'm hoping that maybe, just maybe, this is the real deal and I'll get something of mine out in the real world for all to see. I have emailed the company with some questions, and once they are answered...I really think I will go through with this. I ca
Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, downWelcome to Wonderland in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound
Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life
Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill
Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky
Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
Their question full of words to make your skin crawl with fright
"ArE yOu AlIcE?"
T i c k
T o c k
T i c k
T o c k
"OfF wItH hEr HeAd!"
~Welcome to Wonderland, Alice~
''The dead have feelings, too.''"Aria."''The dead have feelings, too.'' in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though I am still reeling from our previous argument, I force down my pride and turn my head to face where Darien's voice is coming from. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed with rage, yet I constrain the cluster of spiteful and venomous words that are still dripping on the tip of my tongue.
Darien's form comes into view--the rage from just minutes before must have made him lose his corporeal appearance--and instantly his eyes meet mine. They are still somewhat cloudy with anger, but as we stare down one another in silence, I see that anger slowly change into something more or less acceptance. He sighs, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. It is a gesture I have come to known, one he does only when he is truly upset.
Being dead, after all, Darien prefers not to touch anything--not even himself--if he can help it.
"You are a necromancer, Aria. I can't expect you to see my side of the argument. After all, you grew up around death. To you and your kind, death is just a weapon
SadieA decade she was thereSadie in Free Verse More Like This
always watching me grow.
A decade she was there
through sunshine and snow.
A decade to laugh,
a decade to cry,
a decade to watch as her years went by.
Always a smile, never a frown,
she was constantly there whenever I'd turn around.
Wading in muddy rivers, racing through golden fields,
throwing snowballs for treats, catching unsuspecting birds for meals.
She was my protector, she was my friend,
she was my precious companion until the end.
Watching her brightness dim made the tears run dry,
and the limp took away that glorious freedom,
as each stumble and crash made the sobs escalate.
She was cradled in my arms until the her last breath,
her never ending grin lasting even in death.
Rest in peace, my friend.
DreamersShe reminds me that she's a dreamerDreamers in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her right hand delicately grips a pencil
as she's working equations on a TI-89 with her left
She looks up at me and smiles,
and there are stars, meteors,
spanning across the cosmos of her expression
her countenance reminds me to look up at the chalkboard
that's attempting to teach me how
to make verses sing from pages in a plain 8 by 11 notebook
and I am only armed with
a .7 pencil and a purple pen,
stolen from my older sister's pencil pouch
My hands are inches away from hers
from the desks side by side
like cars parallel parked on a side road
her equations confuse me
until she flips the page
and shows me stories
filled with metaphors of the sky
reminding me that we are both here for the same thing:
I needed a reason to smile
She wanted a lesson in writing
She reminds me that I'm a dreamer
We exchange stories and poems like cigarettes
except the only price we pay is a small portion of our ego
when there are mistakes and flaws,
and we are gra
Rip Van Winkle and Child!reader: MamaRip Van Winkle and Child!reader: Mama in Drama More Like This
When you were born, you were the most beautiful thing Rip Van Winkle had ever seen.
She fell in love when she saw your tiny hands raised in fists as you wailed in the arms of a nurse, how tiny you had been then. Though your birth was less than welcoming at first, for you were nothing more to your mother's parents than Rip's "growing disgrace" and "a stain upon this decent family". Yet Rip could not see the contamination visible only to her mother and father. Rather, she saw only the faint vestiges of the man she had passionately loved nine months previously, before he was sent away to do the Fatherland's work. More importantly she saw own countenance reflecting back at her when you opened your eyes and smiled for the first time as she cradled you like a porcelain doll. You had your father's eyes doubtless, but she selfishly saw more of herself from thereafter in your delicate facial features and lovely curls not unlike her own. Her parents be damned if they saw any fault in your purity
Alucard and child!reader: VinylAlucard and child!reader: Vinyl in Horror More Like This
Vampires throughout the centuries thirsted for only one thing, and that was the taste of human blood. You, being well on your way to what Alucard considered a "proper vampire" thirsted for this as well. And indeed your hunger was legendary. Being turned as a poor child on the edge of death by malnutrition had given you a much stronger desire for the stuff, only one blood pack or person was simply not enough for you, and Alucard along with Master Integra complained often about the constant feeding. On your off nights when Alucard was not around to control your hunger, one could usually find you strolling around the Hellsing manor late at night sucking away at one or maybe two blood packs at a time, all the while searching constantly for more. However, your thirst was not only limited to blood. The only other vice you had was simple and less messy: vinyl records.
Since you had grown up in a household where anything other than breathing and hard manual labor was considered sin, wandering
Alucard and Child!reader: The Tall ManAlucard and Child!reader: The Tall Man in Drama More Like This
It was the year you turned twelve and the leaves were falling that the tall man came, as though a Godsend.
Everyone was talking witchcraft in the village. The Widow Ashe had been missing for almost a week now and though hunting parties were sent out many times to search for her nothing was ever found. The minister of your small village preached long, arduous sermons about the sins of the fathers and demons of hell coming in the rapture to collect the souls of the dammed. Of course your parents were convinced it was all because of your idle nature and lashed out at you so frequently that for a time you were afraid to even sleep for fear of being idle.
Then the children of the town began to complain that a tall man with eyes red as the Devil’s watched them from outside their windows as they lay to sleep. Though many tried to remedy this with blessings and heavy curtains, it did nothing to deter their nighttime visitor.
“Why must you sin so often?” your father would bell
Schrodinger x Vampire!Reader: Paper SnowflakeSchrodinger x Vampire!Reader: Paper Snowflake in Romance More Like This
The sounds of sharp edged scissors cutting through crisp paper woke you from your troubled sleep, and when you opened your eyes you were surprised to see Warrant Officer Schrodinger trimming away at a folded piece of paper. Tiny flecks flew here and there as he cut diligently, and as you looked around you noticed there were paper chains decorating the bars which separated you from the outside world.
“Oh, Guten Abend!” the werecat chirped cheerfully when he looked up and noticed you were awake, “Did you sleep well?”
His breath steamed in the chilly air, and you couldn’t help but notice how stiff you felt from the cold as your claw-like toes began releasing their grip on the ceiling where you had been hanging upside down like a bat. You dropped to the floor with a loud thump and a grunt of pain, feeling the sting as your head collided with the metal floor and as your claws formed from your powers of darkness turned back into your shoes. Pieces of paper had f
Papa!Alucard x Child!readerPapa!Alucard x Child!reader in General Fiction More Like This
You nudged the slumbering man in the ribs with your elbow, and frowned when you received no response. Nothing in all the world would wake him now. Your father had the nasty habits of sleeping soundly though the night and going to bed early, he had little regard for your insomnia. A promise made more than thirty years ago was enough to keep you awake until all hours of the morning. You had to try and wake him. The sun would rise any time now and you didn't want to miss seeing the first rays of light warm the earth, a sight he had been promising to show you for many months now. How long had it been since you had been able to see the morning light? You had lost count of the days long ago.
"Papa." You said a little louder, and shook his body slightly.
Nothing. His grip tightened around your emaciated body and he burrowed his face deeper into your rather messy hair.
Growling like a dog, you resorted to your default tactic that was usually reserved for tantrums over vinyl records.
The Nature of LeadershipMy friends,The Nature of Leadership in Philosophical More Like This
I come before you as a Captain, but one who has learned from the ways of the past. I address you now to speak both of myself and of the belief that I hold for the future. We are humans, creatures of free thought and free speech. We gather in groups, connecting with those who are like-minded. We form these bonds because it is impossible for us to live alone, but even then, we think and act as freely for that is the gift of our being.
Yet even such gifts can be abused at times. Often we do not realise that the weight that our tongue may be enough to sink another in grief. Each word that we speak must be chosen carefully, for the power of the speaker compounds the weight of his speech. Some, carrying their first spark of greatness, might take this too far and abuse their strength. I was one of those individual, if you had known me in my early days. I spoke carelessly, without concern for any other and I viewed this as my given right. Indeed, I was shown to be very wrong.
Sit down, I want to tell you something!Sit down for a second,Sit down, I want to tell you something! in Free Verse More Like This
Because I want to tell you something.
I want to tell you and everybody else that walked over me.
That today, I have become something!
Just walk with me for a second,
I want to show you something.
You remember this; is it all falling into place?
Cause this is where you shut me down.
Now I didn't know what I was supposed to do;
Excuse me for being a loser, right?
I had to work up a lot of courage to ask you out.
But you didn't even look at anything beneath the surface.
So of course, you just flipped me off and walked away.
Because of you I went to the gym every single day.
Because of you I started lifting iron over my head.
And you know what it feels pretty damn good to be getting my pump.
Yeah, that's something that you did for me!
And now, over to my phone,
Let's call up Michael.
What up man?
You remember me?
Yeah, I'm the guy who could never fit in!
That kid who was
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.We Were Soldiers in Free Verse More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...
Graduation DayGraduation Day:Graduation Day in Free Verse More Like This
They told us we would be alright...
We had fought with honour and won our titles.
We had overcome trials together -
Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.
For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;
A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.
All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.
Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...
There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.
Walking miles across the scorching desert,
Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.
Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -
Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned...
Instead we found ourselves quarantined,
Pitching tents of inexperience-
Huddling together for comfort and warmth;
As the great gates of employment stood eerily silent.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18 June 2013
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
ShinobiA lone blade decides the fate of a nation... (1剣は国の運命を決定する)Shinobi in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That is the principle that we have always lived by. I do not pretend to understand the greater workings of the world, for that is not my intended purpose. I was born and forged as a blade. One that will never see the light of day.
Tonight I was called from across a distant land, to travel to a forgotten castle. Here, away from all things mundane, sits a lord who views himself as a mortal god. He does not speak to his people; he does not show his face. Instead he allows his chosen 'angels' to rule the nation in his stead.
This has led to severe unrest in some provinces and for the sake of maintaining the greater peace, the shadow of fire (火災影) has decided that we will strike him down. If one man's blood can save the lives of many, then he should be glad to have it spille
CourageYou ask me, 'what is courage?'Courage in Free Verse More Like This
Courage is seeing the hail of fire that surrounds you;
The flashes of light that blind.
Projectiles that score flesh and bone,
Sending red rivers splashing through the sky.
Courage is seeing all of that and staying on to fight,
Simply because there are those who cannot.
My Love is SicknessMy love is utter sickness,My Love is Sickness in Free Verse More Like This
I'll have you obsessed, until you're ruined inside.
And you will crawl and I will have you beg,
I swear I'll become the very voice in your head.
Oh you will suffer and you will sweat,
I will have you lusting for more than you get!
Losing it all, as lose your mind,
You're numb to this pain, so take this pleasure of mine;
Now open it up so you can give me more.
Close up your life and quickly lock up the door.
Or i'll have you spinning with my every touch,
And even when I use you it just won't be enough.
Your body desires and I'm letting it know,
You're already gone before I let you go.
My love is an utter sickness,
I'll teach you to love your very moment of weakness,
I'll teach you to crawl and I will make you beg!
I'll teach you what it's like to be mine in bed.
-Word of Chen, 16th May 2014
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
To See You AgainI’d swallow bleach just to see you again.To See You Again in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’d drown in blood and choke on death,
I’d release my dying breath
All to see you again.
I’d swing from a rope to see you again.
I’d let go and join the black sky,
I’d scream, scream until I die
All to see you again.
I’d down a storm of pills to see you again.
I’d rewire my veins and run lights,
I’d pick unwinnable fights
All to see you again.
I’d embrace red flames to see you again.
I’d play in roads and with knives too,
I’d kiss guns like I kissed you;
I’d have to,
To see you again.
How to Court a FeministIf you hold the door open for me,How to Court a Feminist in Free Verse More Like This
I hope it's because it's a decent thing to do
And nothing to do with my gender.
If you buy me a drink,
Expect me to do the same for you.
I'll cook for you
(If you don't mind burnt food)
And I'll clean for you
(If you'll return the favour).
Not because I'm a woman,
But because it's a nice thing to do.
If you're nice to me,
It's not a ticket for sex.
If I'm nice to you,
Sex doesn't always come next.
If we go for a meal,
I want to split the bill.
I don't expect you
To sing to me,
Whilst climbing through my window sill.
I don't care if you've had sex or not,
As long as it's the same for me.
I don't want diamond rings,
Don't get down on one knee
I don't owe you anything
And you owe me nothing.
My gender is not entitlement,
And neither is yours.
If I'm drunk, I can't consent,
And I'll love you more for not doing it.
If you hit me, I'll leave you,
And if I hit you, it's just as wrong.
If I cry in front of you,
I don't expect you to fix everything.
If you cry
What You WantMaybe you want them to noticeWhat You Want in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Maybe you want them to see
Maybe you want them to care about
How you’re lost and lonely me.
Maybe you want them to ask
Maybe you want them to know
Maybe you want them to care about
How your happiness is a show.
Maybe you want them to quiet
Maybe you want them to listen
Maybe you want them to care about
How your blood does glisten.
Maybe you want them to leave you
Maybe you want them to die
Maybe you want them to care about
How your life’s just a lie.
Life ItselfThe only time I smiled todayLife Itself in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was when I thought of dying
And how good I am at lying
Each and every single day.
I've got a box of painkillers
They sleep right by my bed
For when all I see is red,
They'll numb it into darkest white.
I've tried talking to people,
But I can't word what I want to say
And maybe I like living this way,
Knowing that I'll die soon.
I know I'm self-destructive
My crosshatch skin screams it
But inside there's a little bit
That still aches to be saved.
I've tried before and I'll try again
To put my worthlessness away
But fate forced me to stay;
Death's a bitch like that.
Life makes me want to die
Yet it won't let me leave
Or grant me a reprieve
From that which it's made me hate;
Looks LieI’m ugly and fatLooks Lie in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I can deal with that
‘Cause it means people like me for me;
Not for what they see.
We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the brokenWe Are/You Aren't in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.
We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.
We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.
We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.
We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.
Dream it. Do it.Dream all you canDream it. Do it. in Free Verse More Like This
But don’t spend all your time sleeping.
Feel all you can
But don’t spend all your time weeping.
If you see a shooting star;
Catch it and run far.
Let its burning light ignite
Your heart, mind and soul.
But also be inspiration;
And you could be
The voice of a generation.
Daydream and scheme
And look beyond
What things seem,
But also do and be;
Allow yourself restraint
As a means of being free.
Dream in reality
As well as in your sleep
And you’ll soon find
Is yours to keep.
Hey YouHey you.Hey You in Free Verse More Like This
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
TodayI saw something in the mirror today that kinda creeped me out.Today in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was a girl wearing a smile, not a frown nor a pout.
Her eyes were wide and shining, just as a summer sun.
Her laugh wasn't wooden and fake, but true and full of fun.
Her irises reflected happiness, not a trace of pain.
She was under perfect skies; not a drop of rain.
Angels swam around her, keeping the devil at bay.
Her life was precious and she wasn't throwing it away.
Her lips were red and shinging with a pure smile.
It was a sight her mirror hadn't seen in a very long while.
She wasn't at all pretty but a care she did not give.
Because today she woke up and said, "Today I am going to live."
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,What You Know in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are
To Defeat My Enemy...I must study my enemy.To Defeat My Enemy... in General Fiction More Like This
Every day I watch, meticulously. Observe his actions, make sure I'm on top of whatever he has planned. And, whenever I have the leisure to, I study him. The way his lekku bounce around ontop his head whenever he's in the privacy of his base; the way he only has three claws, their true form I have only ever seen once. They're so sharp, so alien; I can certainly understand the gloves.
Yes, his anatomy is quite fascinating, killer alien or not. What's even more rewarding, however, is to see the true him. I've found out over the years that the green humanoid wears a mask, not just for us humans, but for himself. He hides away what he knows is real, covers it up with a pack of lies. There are rare moments, however, that he lets his true emotions slip.
And I'm almost ashamed to witness those moments.
I know he must not realize the camera is hidden where it's at. For there are those rare moments where he lets himself slip, and he c
Dear Dib-love...Dear Dib-love:Dear Dib-love... in General Fiction More Like This
I can't decide whether I want to kiss you or hit you right now. And I guess since you're sleeping, I'll just "rant" on paper. It seems to be the safest and more neutral way to go.
What we just did... I'm not sure you get how serious that was. If you think kissing and cuddling was something...
When Irkens mate, they give their soul to their partner. It's so rare that I've never met a couple. Well, I've never met a couple because none of the past Tallests would allow any true contact with one another. They've always feared the bond; it's been said that it's the strongest thing known in all the universes. Irkens don't love. And when they do...
I guess you humans weren't incorrect when you said that love always win. Nothing comes between the mated pair, and anything that even tries gets instantly annihilated. The two are invincible. As are we.
I still can't believe that we're Tallests. When you came to my door