Big Brothers [Marco x reader x Big!Brother!Jean]More Like This
Leaning against the balustrade in front of the dinning hall, the orange sun illuminated the skin of the male soldiers that were hanging around there.
“Have you heard it yet? Some of our family members are going to visit us soon.”
Turning their heads to Jean who just spoke to them, they cocked an eyebrow at his strange remark. Turning his head away from the sun, he opened his amber-coloured eyes before the next words left his mouth.
“Don’t look at me like this! My sister told me that some of our family members are allowed to visit us during Valentine’s day. You know, because no time for romances and stuff like this. So we can at least spend time with our family.”
“You have a sister?”
“Of course I do! Or do you think I just imagined her?!” He answered Connie in a loud voice. Jean didn’t speak a lot about his family but hearing how some of the cadets tried to deny his beautiful little sister was too much and so he lost his
three talesdiary regretsMore Like This
like old milk
from the spout
where the spittle
is let out.
in porcelain curves
and wooden faces,
follow the winding path,
and believe in the
black horse for wrap-
ping ideas in paper
cranes and salt cellars.
but these shouldn't be
this a chang(el)ing,
told in threes.
template of (cri)sis,
their irises clash
grey, green, brown
are locked in
a battle royale
in the final month.
the only solution
that is finite
is that unwrapping
the black plague
and a blind faith
but don't always
and the reasoning
of this is the yin
and yang between
can these two
or will one die?
rhetoric that rings
like wind chimes
like a bird
before it flies
away from view
template of (cri)sis,
her iris matches min
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Where Are the Results? All Hallow's Tales ContestMore Like This
WHERE THE DEVIL ARE THE RESULTS, JAY?
I know Halloween has come and gone and still no contest results. I KNOW, OKAY. The judges have their stuff in to me, just need some last-minute details detailed and I'll get things up as soon as possible. Thanks for your patience!
THIS CONTEST IS CLOSED TO ENTRIES! Good luck to all who entered.
Prize donations will be accepted until winners are announced, hopefully before November 2.
This contest is generously sponsored by prize donors and:
The Entry Gallery is now open!
Remember, all entries are fair game for judging as soon as they are placed into this gallery!
Ghouls and Ghasts and ne'er do wells, welcome once again to the LaBORatory for our annual celebration of stories in the season of all thin
WisdomOnce, long ago, I went toMore Like This
A place where none could follow.
It was a place between
Life and death,
Where all possibilities existed
Though nothing else did.
I wanted to go forward,
Beyond that full emptiness,
Into the world of death that followed.
But it was not my time.
I was so young when it happened,
And I didn’t understand
How much more to life there was.
I could not understand it
Until I lived it.
Now, many years later,
It seems that I can feel that place
As it comes to greet me again.
Old age is an interesting thing,
More interesting because
I did not quite reach it.
No, middle aged is what I am,
And it seems I will go no further.
This is no one’s fault,
It is just Nature’s will.
I cannot say that
I regret my life.
It was good, it was full,
I did everything I could to be happy.
I only achieved that occasionally,
But that was to be expected.
There are things that I still wish I could do
That will be forever denied to me.
Growing old with the one I love,
loyalYou found meMore Like This
at hell’s gate
tasting my footsteps in the air, your chin
raised and bobbing.
We’ve known each other longer than
the industrial revolution, acquainted
before I first wrapped my hands around a gun.
Sixteen thousand years
we’ve known each other.
In the winter, you swim in, I sip
steam-breathing primordial takeout
from thermal Precambrian hands.
Circling the dark earth, you finally found
the place I am to end and waited for me.
Your earth eyes closed, earth head bowed,
but still other eyes and other heads
blink and sniff at the air.
but you are careful
leading me away from the tomb.
DogAmerica is an overly purebred dog,More Like This
With rheumy eyes,
And a coat designed to be pretty,
But was ruined along the way.
The dog is ferocious,
A good hunter,
But with eyes so filled with overactive tear glands,
That it can scarcely tell the difference between
The decadent flesh of prosperity
And the rotting flesh of a broken society
Until it’s digesting it.
Its arthritic knees
Are twisted so strangely that it runs absurdly fast,
But, although it can tell that it’s going down the wrong road,
It can’t turn off of it.
America’s coat may be beautiful at first glance,
Convincing the onlooker that it is healthy,
But anyone who has ever seen a healthy dog
can tell that America is in the process of dying.
The swollen organs pushing at the thin, matted fur
Gives way to her illusion of grandeur.
God, how I miss the majestic beast of the past,
A grand creature that could snap a fish out of a river like lightning
As easily as it comforted every child that came
DiaryA book filled with memoirsMore Like This
It told of a concealed war
Somewhere behind four walls
A girl silently called
It spoke of a raging patriarch
A bloodied and beaten matriarch
A boy of kin under floorboards
The same girl entrapped by a nailed door
It said she woke to a blood-curdling scream
Outside her window the matron took rope to a tree
The patron stood and watched her swing
The girl pondered if she could such a thing
It mentioned his slow gaze towards her window
The sudden quick tempo of her blood flow
Her own painful and desolate
Everything she wrote until she died