TherapyWhen I see ghosts they look perfectly real and solid -- like a living human being. They are not misty; I can't see through them; they don't wear sheets or bloody mummy bandages. They don't have their heads tucked under their arms. They just look like ordinary people, in living color, and sometimes it is hard to tell who is a ghost.Therapy by QueenWolf12
CHRIS WOODYARD, Invisible Ink interv
"Anne, do you feel safe here?" the therapist asks. "Come on, talk to me."
I don't like him. He's white as a sheet with splotchy skin and dark rings under his eyes. He looks like the ghost of a scarecrow wearing a suit with that long body of his. Like someone took him and stretched him out like play-dough.
"Anne, is there anything wrong?"
I hug Sharebear close and bury my face into his soft fur.
Dr. Scarecrow taps his yellow nails repeatedly on the arm of his chair.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
"Come on, Anne." Daddy rubs the small of my back. "Tell Dr. Cole about the things you see."
Daddy's looking at m
Painters of the WorldWe are the painters of the worldPainters of the World by VampyKittenXoX
In our very own way
We were born with special talents
And we'll use them
To paint the world we live in
With the click of a button
We can capture the perfect moment
A sunset on the beach
Or a walk in the park
Snow fall in the city
Or a dog's affection for a child
We live to paint the world with amazing photographs
A pen & a paper
Are our precious tools
We use them to tell you stories
Or make your next favorite song
They help us write picturesque poems
Or share the latest current events
We live to paint the world with the beauty of words
We draw the world's beauty
With so many colorful tools
Like paint, crayons, ink, and pastels
They help us recreate the beauty around us
And put into portrait our everyday lives
We live to paint the world with colors of every kind
Singing and playing music
Life's Wing Chapters 1-2Life's Wing Chapters 1-2 by Renn-Ravengirl
The sound of glass splintering against the pale wall, narrowly missing my head, resounded
through the small house. A short, stocky man lumbered down the hallway, swaying back and
forth and bumping into the walls. 'Uncle is in one of his drunken moods again.' I
thought to myself in disgust. I stood in preparation. I had been expecting this to
happen sometime soon. I dodged yet another one of his crudely thrown beer bottles just as
it hit the table lamp, making it crash onto the hard tiled floor.
"Your blasted parents!" He screamed while raising his arm to throw another empty
" Dumping their bloody child on me! Leaving nothing but this rundown hovel of a
house! Leaving me!" He continued to shout.
He then chucked the bottle, which surprisingly landed on the couch I had been
sitting on moments before. Glancing at the couch, I had time to briefly wonder if he had
any more on him when, sure enough, a final bottle flew through the air and hit me
squarely in the back
MagnoliaI want to tell you a tale, not any old tale such as a happy go lucky princess nor a gruesome foul story... A tale which will be unbelievable beyond your ears, but don't let your mind fool you, let it be your guide. To where you ask!? Well where all your dreams and thoughts live, your imagination. This tale begins where the first flower grew, the magnolia flower and from this small delicate flower rose something, something very strange and mysterious, a fairy? no, this creature has no wings, A pixie? it doesn't have the ears, well what is it? A human almost like a tiny woman, her bright blue eyes and hair like the orange sky at sun set. It was strange that her skin was as pale as the moon but when she smiled her face glittered like the sunshine. The lady lifted her right hand and stared right at her palm as if she never had a body before, she whipped her hand away in disbelief hitting the growing flowers beside her, she turned around to see what she had hit and before she knew it a smalMagnolia by PurpleCandyHugs
his visage harbors generationshe sits and writes of younger men -his visage harbors generations by daybreaksmiles
heads bent toward yellow pages,
ink spilling from pen-nibs like moody rivers,
gushing and dribbling in equivalence to
the draining of their lifeblood.
he ponders a phrase,
rewords, enjambs, marks through.
these boys are just like him,
they sit and stare,
would scrape the scales from moth-wings
for an ounce of inspiration.
they will grow old, perhaps
abandon their thankless profession,
staunch the mercurial flow of
fleeting thought to permanence.
but now they sit and write
of the men they will become.
they ponder a phrase,
reword, enjamb, mark through.
will you lock the gate tonight?these words like cattle,will you lock the gate tonight? by daybreaksmiles
you herd them each evening but
you never listen.
Interview with Co-Founder - Massimiliano CiulloInterview with Co-Founder - Massimiliano Ciullo by Ciullo-Corporation
If a word can describe our work it will be "indipendent".
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Though by now our contents are test-renders, mainly focused on entertainment purpouse, those who visit our site can see how our wish is to grow far beyond this stage and single category, promoting also culture and any other form of art, from music to photography. A sample of that is already set up on our site, where you'll find a section called Didactic Programs under our CG branch, a Photo Gallery under our Indie Publisher branch (with a smart catalog including poems and tales collection) and we're open to collaborate with everyone.
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Bad Trend in Teens [More to a journal]I heard from my friend, that many of her classmates are or want to use e-Cigarette. And this is so messed up, as we are still young (middle-schooler).Bad Trend in Teens [More to a journal] by Clover0Project
First of all, what is e-Cigarette? Electric Cigarette/Electronic Nicotine Delivery Systems, a new cigarette type. Detailed here.
Also known as 'vapor' in Indonesia. It may be more healthy and environmentally friendly than normal cigarette, but the negative sides still the same.
Well, read the rest of the thing in wikipedia.
e-Cigarette is kind of expensive in Indonesia (the cheapest one as far as my cousin know is 500.000 IDR, I don't know what about the liquid, and if refill...). But well, my school is a prestigious school for those who are rich (I'm not that rich though) so it's not that surprising...
I know what is e-Cigarette since my cousin uses it too. My cousin already work, and e-Cigarette is a trend in her workplace.
So, back to main point. My friend showed the
April 2014 InterviewCharlie Vinall is an aspiring novelist from England. She has penned numerous short stories and has just begun work on her debut novel. Today we interviewed her using questions that her fans have sent in. This is the result. Enjoy!April 2014 Interview by CupofCharlie
WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
I was born on the outskirts of London, England. I come from an English family and am an English girl through and through.
DO YOU LIKE YOUR CURRENT PLACE OF RESIDENCE?
I do! I have lived in London all my life and couldn’t imagine living in any other part of the world. London, and in fact England, is a wonderful place to live in my humble opinion.
WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO START WRITING?
I think a main inspiration to me was definitely my parents. They encouraged me to read from a very young age. I would spend almost all of my time as a young child reading. Every weekend my parents would take me to my local library where I would take out several books and read them all for the following week. I loved readi
The Legendary Irish PeisteIn the sixties, Captain Lionel Leslie tried to lure the monsters of Connemara in county Galway to appear on the surface. He undertook his first experiment in October 1965 in Lough Fadda. Leslie obtained the approval to spring in the lake with dynamite. It was his aim to scare the monster with the shock. 10 seconds after the detonation of 2 kilogram explosives, he saw that a black something appeared. Unfortunately the lake was so troubled by the explosion that it was difficult to recognize details. But what he saw was enough to convince the people of the existence of a monster in the lake.The Legendary Irish Peiste by Malintra-Shadowmoon
In October 1967, Leslie planned to fish out Lough Fadda with a net. His efforts stayed without any success. But in 1968, the Captain planned with a team to search Lough Nahooin bei Claddaghduff (Galway) with the help of a net. It was a little lake, only 90 meters wide and 75 meters broad. They were convinced to find the monster because five months ago, a farmer who lived nearby Stephen Coyne
46 - FestivalBlue Jay didn’t know how to react when she first saw the Loremaster. She honestly didn’t know why he was here. She was on her way back from the Inn when she saw him. Yulgar had told her to take the day off so she did.46 - Festival by VerySecretAccount
“Hello? Who are you?” She just stared at him, confused. She was only 15 years old, focused only on trying to find a cure for her mother.
“Blue Jay,” She replied simply.
The Loremaster had decided to leave the safety of the Guardian Tower in Paxia because of a prophecy his oracle had said only a week before. He was told that the Chosen One would soon make an appearance in the world of Lore. It was easy to say that he was ecstatic. He immediately left, sending a quick word to all of the corresponding Guardian Towers around Lore.
That’s where Blue Jay came into his little ‘fiasco’.
He was travelling with Sage Uldor who resided in Battleon. A few guards were following him because they believed that their leader would alway
Pretty Golden GirlThere once was a girl who was prettier than me.Pretty Golden Girl by GeorgiaKitty
Her hair shone like gold in the sunlight,
And her face was delicate and pure.
Whenever she was smiled,
They all sighed,
For she was their pretty golden girl.
Now, wherever she went,
They all swooned,
Unknown to just how under her spell they were.
It was said that when she laughed
The birds would sing,
And the world was a much happier place
When their pretty golden girl was pleased.
But I was never pleased, nor happy, nor joyful
To see the girl around the town.
For whenever she appeared,
Her magic made me vanish in the face of my peers.
So I took it upon myself,
To rid the world of her and make it more fair.
With knife in hand, and blood stained clothes,
Wounded body, and a face that was pretty no more.
Their pretty golden girl dead.
She had outshined me for far too long.
Tales of Daavas: Heroes Dawn: Chapter V.Tales of Daavas: Hero’s DawnTales of Daavas: Heroes Dawn: Chapter V. by DarthSithari
Chapter V: The Quest Begins
Three weeks later, under the leadership of Valdr, Hyr, Vrn and Knara. St. Valkyrie… is an utter mess, not in the way that a city recovering from an invasion would. But in the sort of, ‘reality is falling apart at the seams and being replaced by utter insanity and nonsense,’ yes, within the span of a few weeks that Pad’maa was in Granitous’s realm. The denizens of St. Valkyrie were up to their armpits in Imps, Imps are a race of very, very small men that basically cause mischief and chaos all for the sake of self-entertainment.
The four of them were looking over a map of the city on a big table. Hyr was hyperventilating and looked exhausted. Valdr looked tired and had massive black circles around his eyes, Vrn’s eyes had turned orange with red and he was hissing loudly, and Knara… well she didn’t look v
Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 1Mr. and Mrs. Blackburn: Part 1 by thwackcrackers
Duane Blackburn was on full alert as he entered the 15th District. He drove in such a way as to not attract attention from the casual bystander, but his eyes constantly scanned the way ahead and his mirrors, keen to catch the first hint of danger. Had it been ten years ago, this district of The Bronx would be densely packed with all manner of human beings. Now, the downtrodden district was a cultural melting pot for the variety of alien races that encompassed the Galactic Collective. With the interstellar wars brewing beyond the Sol System, Earth became refugee central for all manner of aliens whose governments were involved.
The unified Earth Government warmly invited the extraterrestrial refugees in as a gesture of goodwill. What the aliens didn't know is that their human land lords would drop them in the worse living conditions possible, reserving the economically prosperous and industrialized areas solely for human occupants. The 15th was one of the five poorest congressional
Orenmir: Chapter 1Orenmir: Chapter 1 by thwackcrackers
Grayson hurriedly squeezed through the narrow throng of gleeful townsfolk flooding their way out of the Archbell District. The involved labyrinth of streets slanted smoothly westward, tearing through a clustered thoroughfare of businesses and taverns, and feeding directly into the city's Port District. An assembly of banner-strewn naval ships proudly gathered in the harbor, returning home after a victorious and sanguinary crusade against the united city-states of Foloras across the Dark Expanse far to the west.
The unceasing quarrel which bloodied the waters of the Dark Expanse for five onerous years was hailed victorious and was ultimately brought to a hard-fought resolution. Even now, across the glistening ocean, the Folorasians mourned over their casualties and doused themselves in the reeking failure of pitting their laughably piteous navy with the mighty ships of the City of Oaths. With a dexterous slink, Grayson dissolved himself away from the roaring crowd, nestling attent
PianoShe learned to play her pianoPiano by OnLinedPaper
When she was just but three -
Her songs were light, inspiring,
And always full of glee.
She lost a key when she was six,
Another’s she ‘came 8,
But never played them, anyway:
They were a kind of weight.
So she thought not upon them,
And instead, she let them go.
No need to have them take up space
For songs she didn’t know.
Her songs became more beautiful,
As she did, at fifteen,
But there came errors: body changed,
Mind same - she, caught between.
The boyfriend she picked was her first;
To him, she was his four.
And when he left, she was bereft -
3 more keys met the floor.
The songs she played were sad'ning, then,
And lacked their former grace.
The keys she dropped were happy keys -
Her fingers found but space.
In time, she learned to play around
The emptiness now there.
Her songs re-grew so beautiful,
That others weren’t aware:
The spaces that her mel’dy skipped
Still burned within her heart.
Her love and life, her hope and t
A Week That WasA Week That Was by Jade-Pandora
I'm loath to comb the
from my long dark hair
watching birds scatter
the shadows of
hot air balloons
connect constellations of
freckles on his shoulders
writing this haiku
the fridge faintly humming
early morning walk
and church dogs
cracks the curve of an egg
with the curve of my hand
at the zoo
we sneak a grope
by the python cage
at the zoo
the alpha baboon curls his
lip up at me
at the petting zoo
the goats shit pellets
new rain arriving—
a moment of night's passion paused
while we listen
waking from dreams
of chasing cats up a tree—
am I the dog?
at the park, down goes the tree
from my dreams!
for the homemade jelly
we just ran out of
pomegranate halves, red
Colors on My HandsI woke up todayColors on My Hands by WindFragments
and suddenly there were
colors all over my hands
and your dead body at my feet
So I ran away,
without ever looking back,
and took the canvas with me,
so I could hang it on the walls
of my rib cage and call it
the sky is falling
because I keep making my lovers
into something they aren't
I keep killing again and again
in order to mold flesh into perfect sculptures,
and I can't stop
because even though I know I can't make
a home in arms made of plaster and paint,
I'm tired of sleeping alone
The Woman in the Red DressWalking down the street was the woman in the red dress.The Woman in the Red Dress by TheMeTheyDontSee
Everyone seemed to stop for the woman in the red dress.
Tear stains were ignored on the woman in the red dress.
Men began to talk to the woman in the red dress.
“How are you?” “What’s up?” ”Beautiful red dress.”
They didn’t see the feelings of the woman in the red dress.
What a day had befallen the woman in the red dress.
But all they had seen was the woman in the red dress.
“Why won’t you talk?” “Listen to me!” “Slutty red dress.”
The words turned harsher to the women in the red dress.
If they knew, no one would talk to the woman in the red dress.
No one will ever again see the woman in the red dress.
Letters To Beyond Chapter 1: A Journey's BeginningLyra smiled to herself as she rushed down the stairs toward the living room. She had just finished writing a letter to her father in her notebook like she had every morning since she was six years old. She took the last few steps into the living room abit slower looking at the pictures of a happy life just 4 years before. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.Letters To Beyond Chapter 1: A Journey's Beginning by EveFarrel
She came in seeing her mom setting the table. She smiled to the woman noting the bag sitting in the empty third seat. She glanced over to her mom in wonder asking, "Morning, what's my bag doing here?"
"Well Professor Elm asked you to come over and well that normally means he will want to give you a pokemon," her mom said happily looking at her daughter, "Plus your pokegear came back from the shop so you're probably going to start the adventure all 10 year olds go on."
Lyra's eyes grew wide as she smiled saying, "That's awesome news mom!"
She got up without eating grabbin
Padme-Series Clone Trooper: Part 3 On the moon of Rishi there is a Republic listening station, it's purpose is to ensure that Separatists don't slip into Kamino, the homeworld of the Grand Armies Clone armies. It is currently under the protection of Domino Squad. Consisting of Clone Troopers, Hevy, Echo, Fives, Droidbait, and Cutup, lead by Sargent O'Niner. Hevy was a Jango-Series clone, along with Fives and Droidbait. Echo, Cutup and Sargent O'Niner on the other hand were Padme-Series. Anyway the Clone Troopers were restless from several weeks of nothing happening.Padme-Series Clone Trooper: Part 3 by DarthSithari
"Haha! I win again!" Said Hevy as he had won another arm wrestling contest with Fives. "Hevy, you and Fives have been at this for over three hours. At the very least you should check up on the regs and the manuals." Echo said as she read a datapad. "Yes, but A, there's nothing to do here, and B, you've been saying that just about everyday since we were shipped to this rock." Hevy said back, al
Phoenix of Terra I... am a Guardian, a Warrior of the Light, a Servant of the Traveler, a Defender of the Last City.Phoenix of Terra by DarthSithari
I am an enemy of the Long Night, a nightmare to the Champions of the Darkness.
The Fallen speak of me in hushed whispers, though they fear me they still fling themselves onto my wrath, were such bravery directed against the minions of the Darkness I would not call them foe.
The gods of the Hive fear me, for every bullet I fire another Thrall, Acolyte, Knight, Wizard and Ogre turns to ash.
I for one do not know if the Vex can experience fear, but I know for certain my fury has given there collective mind pause.
The Legions of the Cabal Empire don't know what they've gotten themselves into when they entrenched themselves on the Red Planet. No matter, no amount of firepower they can bring to bear will dull my resolve.
I am Human, the last legacy of an all but forgotten Golden Age.
Padme-Series Clone Trooper: Part 2 Several minutes latter we arrived at the Droid Factory proper. "Look heavily defended, probably can't get in through the main entrance, what should we do sir?" Sargent 0285 asked of Padme Kaha. "Simple enough Sargent, we find another way in. Luckily Anakin thought to scan this planet for once, had to twist Anakin's arm of course." Padme said. "Where exactly?" I asked. "Just follow my lead." Padme said as we walked up to the giant door that was the main entrance of the droid factory. Then moved across the left of the door, knocking on the wall at random intervals. "Sir, what exactly are you doing?" Asked 5971, or Nurse as I should probably call her from now on. "There should be a structural weakness around here, one that we can use to get in without the droids noticing us." She said as she continued to knock on the wall, eventually there was a dull thud. "Bingo," she said as she placed a detonator on the wall, "now get clear girls!" She said, the detonator blew ofPadme-Series Clone Trooper: Part 2 by DarthSithari
The King Without A NameThe council ordered him killed. That’s something they will never be able to justify, but it will never make them evil. After all, at first, I wasn’t sure if I should kill him, either. He was only 11 years old when I first met him, in the tunnels below. Oh yes, I see the surprise on your face… I’ve been to hell, friends. I’ve visited the Dark Under and seen the one whose name is not spoken, I’ve stared him right in the face and stayed sane. I’m an Elf, we have different standards of sanity than you humans do.The King Without A Name by OnLinedPaper
I was not alone when I met him, no. I was with my closest, my dearest friends – Nerkom the Sorcerer and Vi the Radiant. Ah, I see you know those names. Yes, yes, I am Mikhal. No, I chose to forgo a title, and I am fairly certain that by extension I am wanted by the council as well… but that is neither here nor there. No, we are in no danger here, I promise you. Shall we continue with the story?
He was eleven when we met him. For
Eden Solaris: Ghost Stories: Part 1 It was the Night of the Dead, a celebration the Ulagraag hold every year to honor their dead. It was a night of telling stories and reveling in the past glories of their people. On this night, a group of Ulagraag youths were waiting for a friend of theirs to join them in the festivities. “What is keeping her? We’ve been waiting for over an hour.” Said a female Ulagraag as she impatiently bit into a loaf of bread. “She offered to tell some unique stories that we’ve never heard before.” Said a male Ulagraag in response. “What could Nicole possibly tell us that’s of any real value? We all know the stores of how the Humans came to Mt’hal-Oriaz.” The female Ulagraag said annoyed. “Because believe me friends, the stories I’ve got are ones for the ages.” Said a human women, this was Nicole; she had dark skin and long black hair, and a clearly cybernetic eye in the middle of her forehead. “WhEden Solaris: Ghost Stories: Part 1 by DarthSithari
Eden Solaris: Happy-Go-Lucky-Land: Part 1 In the boardroom of the Eden Solaris Entertainment Corporation, men and women in suits were sitting at large conference table. “Good news ladies and gentlemen, after ten long years of hard work. We have all become trillionaires!” Said a robot woman, the entire boardroom erupted into applause and cheering at this news. “Yes after ten years of, among other things. Creating the first good reality TV show in recorded history, and after having finally shaken off the stigma of the… well I’m sure I don’t have to remind you of the PR debacle around Sigmund the Screaming Goat. Or even want to talk about that, I’m looking at you Wilbur.” The robot said to a large man at the end of the table, as he shrank in his chair. “Well anyway, our company has created some of the most beloved TV shows, movies, video games…”Eden Solaris: Happy-Go-Lucky-Land: Part 1 by DarthSithari
The robotic women droned on like this, unaware that the president of the ESEC. Daniel Lionblood
Life's Wing Chapter 8Life's Wing Chapter 8 by Renn-Ravengirl
A young lithe woman spun, her long red coat twirling with her. The woman smiled and
bent down to kiss her daughter's forehead, brown hair curtaining her rosy face. "Cheer up
Wren." A tall man with messy black hair stood behind the young child. "We'll only be gone
a few days. I'll bring you a souvenir after our meeting." The child pouted and looked
"Tell Uncle John goodbye for us sweetie. We'll miss you both very much."
The young woman picked up her suitcase, the husband grabbing boxes containing binders and
loose paper. "Uncle snores, mummy." The young girl ran over to her parents and hugged
them tightly. The young woman's laugh chimed like a bell.
"We'll be off now Wren. Love you dear, Goodbye." The young man picked Wren up and twirled
her around before setting her gently on her feet. Wren watched as her parents stepped out
the door. Snow swirled around them, dancing and spinning until it engulfed everything in
pure white. A clear gleaming white canvas
Life's Wing Chapter 7Life's Wing Chapter 7 by Renn-Ravengirl
The small living room was filled with silence as I stared dumbfounded at the boy who was
slumped over on my couch. "Naomi?" I said cautiously. My friend stood behind the sofa,
clutching the small, red table lamp. "Y-Yeah Wren?" She stuttered. Naomi's face had gone
pale. "Any reason you just gave this boy another concussion?" I said dryly. "Well what
were you planning to do!" She said defensively. " I certainly wasn't planning on crushing
his skull!" I replied accusingly. Turning back toward the first-aid kit I
continued, "Lets just bind up his arm and decide on what we're going to do next." Naomi
nodded but did not release the lamp. I shrugged my shoulders and started to gently cover
the boy's wound with Neosporin after cleaning away the blood.While Naomi wasn't looking I
also undid the wire bounds keeping his wrists together. I had just finished wrapping
gauze around the boy's arm when Naomi and I heard the slam of a car door.
I looked up sharply and Naomi raced t
Life's Wing Chapter 6Life's Wing Chapter 6 by Renn-Ravengirl
It was late afternoon and a slight breeze blew gently through the trees. Clouds
of dust hovered above the dirt road as cars slowly drove past the small houses. Time
seemed to come to a stand-still as I continued to stare at the fallen boy who now lay
among various tools in the shed. The boy, now noticing my presence, shifted in alarm
and caused more tools to fall, along with a thick wooden plank. The plank smacked against
the boy's head with a loud thud, knocking him unconscious. He then slumped over in the
fallen pile of tools. My eyes widened in surprise and I stood there awkwardly, unsure of
what to do next.
"Well that was kind of an AFV moment, despite the circumstances." I said as
I walked warily toward the boy and carefully grabbed his left arm. I then slowly but
surely dragged him from the shed and laid him on the grass. He had messy,
black hair and sharp facial features. He was probably a good hand's breadth taller than I
and was dressed in jeans and a black T-sh
AONC 1 - Chapter OneChapter One:AONC 1 - Chapter One by QuillandShield
Aleta Green-Cove slammed her back painfully to a cold stone wall. She panted quietly, her right hand slipping something the size of her palm into her trouser pocket. As she caught her breath, options careered through her mind. The way out of this cave system was only a few turns ahead but if she made a dash for it now, she would be seen.
A shuddering, echoing roar burst through the gaping dark tunnel entrance in the wall beside her. The tunnels here were enormous and stretched for miles. But they would have to, Aleta thought grimly, to be the home of such a gigantic beast.
"At least there's only one," she breathed softly. "More than one would be much, much worse."
Suddenly a screeching scream rushed through the tunnel. Aleta covered her ears with her hands, doubling over in an effort not to faint. She gasped as the screech stopped and she could move again. This was bad! It was getting closer.
She stared at the tu
SaltI sat in dark on the evenings passedSalt by Sparks-Fly-Upward
and I watched as the torrents of rain fell
to the the over-quenched ground.
No longer was it parched or yearning
for the liquid that gives life just as easily
as it takes it away.
Those drops now bounced off the breached banks
of the rivers that once held its kindred in check.
To those banks did I gaze when my heart
had been torn from my sleeve
and my chevrons tarnished by my failure
As those banks traveled farther and farther
from their source,
they grew closer to where I sat
and so too did the lessons that
drifted down river on those murky currents.
From a raindrop to a teardrop,
To a waterfall and a flood.
Each drop had the potential
to break the dam
and set the captive water free.
For each droplet, ripples appeared
whose waves traveled distances unmeasurable
from the river to its banks and to the heart.
It was a natural disaster unforseen
by the one who claims to see rain coming
from miles away.
A celestial juxtap
A Chapel with Chaotic SoundsThe arm lowers and the scratching harmonizationA Chapel with Chaotic Sounds by Sparks-Fly-Upward
of your father's record begins to fill our
sistine catherdal in the woodlands of
Still is the air as it floats us by,
becoming juxtaposed with
Paul Simon's reassuring words
that the Boxer's fight
is not yet complete.
We could lay there forever,
you and I,
in the cool praire of sweet grass and sage,
like pilgrim's palms in prayer.
But how icey does the winter arrive
to smother the ceder and tobacco plants
and the kindred spirits there in.
A moment for an eternity would
only cheat Fate his fair wages
as we lay so comfortably in
the arms of our short-time's keeper.
So intimatly we spoke there
for only the racoons and morning glories
and before long, the voices from the 78 vinyl
that had filled the silence in the basilica had begun
to crack and warp.
Words like Spanish rain off the parapets,
we sang forth our feelings into broken meter
and slashed tempo as the clouds
began to take the j
15 Said"I'm just waiting," 15 said, his mat of wood grain hair15 Said by Sparks-Fly-Upward
falling down in his eyes for the tenth time today.
He smiles and flips a pencil in his finger,
too oblivious of time slipping away
with every key stroke and misjudged friendship
and too aimless to judge the path
growing rocky beneath him.
"How can I smile this much
and be so miserable?" 16 questioned, laying on the floor
of a silent hotel room, world spinning with thoughts of the Nowhereland
he had made in his own head.
He knew he was no Atlas now
and that the weight of the world could not so easily be borne
with wit and wise word alone.
He had lost she who he had never had,
but it didn't stop the tears
night upon night
that no god could ever dry.
"Your time will come" 17 doted again and again,
wondering why it had never seemed so clear before.
It was all golden silence now and waiting for destiny
to drop in like a Big Blue Box from outer space.
He was always running out of time; too obsessed with the future
to laugh and play in t
Unfair - Chpt 28It looked the same as when she left, that metallic spider poised to strike on the summit of the hill, tucked away by the overgrown bushes. The thriving town at the foot of this hill hummed under the inky blue sky.Unfair - Chpt 28 by VerySecretAccount
Regina stood silently, panic thrumming in her veins. The wind was harsher up here, snagging strands of her dark hair from the messy bobble she pulled it into. She hadn’t got a drop-off; else people would be able to find her again. She had just taken enough cash to get her over here.
That coach trip better had been worth it, she swore the person next to never tired out. They just kept talking and talking and talking...
Regina pulled her jacket tighter, a loose fabric one that was comfier than all that leather she wore. She started up the path, a jagged patch of flattened vegetation that gave her appropriate floor-space.
“They are so going to kill me. If Dex and that find out I’ve come back, on my own no less!” Regina breathed sharply, her breath fogging
ThoughtsYour touch is so soft and sweet and like an angel's skin it pulls me in.Thoughts by blind-runaway
Laying there, my body against your chest, as I listen to your heart beat; God, I feel so blessed.
Dear Lord, you put on this earth a boy that no one can afford, I never knew it could get so good, that someone this great could ever be real, but that's the way I feel.
He puts me up with you, up in that place where he fixed my heart that I thought was beyond repair.
Hold me tight and never let me depart for I gave you my whole heart; and when I'm in your arms it sets me free, when you pull me closer, and in so deep.
For the times you run your fingers through my hair, you say I'm your little angel flying in the sky, little do you know I want to be with you until the day I die.
After all, love isn't a plan. It doesn't have a beginning and certainly has no end; love happens and it is incredibly messy.
People around me can't understand the things I do or say; fighting so hard for something that could cause so much pain.
Basilisk VoicesDo you still hear those voicesBasilisk Voices by Sparks-Fly-Upward
that utter their unearthly language when
the light has gone from your world;
that take on a serpentine form
to slither about the room and
sully all things that glisten with
their undying sense of vainglory;
They ensnare you and entangle you
with their words that tear you
from any sense of solace.
They overload the senses and parlyze
the mind so that not a single gay thought
is given a chance to take root
Instead those thoughts are swallowed
whole by the basilisk voices that choke
and snarl as they wolf down the last
remaining severances of a liberated mind.
Morphing in and out of solid existance,
the serpants in silver and celadon begin to darken,
to turn almost invisable while they hold fast
their insidious fangs to your jugular.
Those foul spawns of the conscience are
now shadowy warriors that roar with insults and
stab your every orifice with their time-rusted blades
until you can no longer stand
in the ruby sea
Into the Darkness chapter 10Chapter 10- the Journey BeginsInto the Darkness chapter 10 by Dragongirl651
Three hours West of Skandor, the forest looked even more menacing. The grey trees were taller and thicker, the vines grew thorns and barbs, some of which looked poisonous, and the rivers and streams became rarer and rarer as they advanced. In addition, the forest was filled with SOUND. The chirping and chattering of birds and insects, the wind rustling through the dark leaves, the creaking of branches, and the occasional howl or roar of a distant beast.
Ruan guided the small group through the forest, followed closely by Taryn, who was holding a map and occasionally pointing things out. Ammil was next, followed by Maldor, who seemed ready for a fight at any given moment. Lienne brought up the rear, scanning the forest for signs of movement. At first, the five of them had talked about trivial things- the weather, the changes in their surroundings, the strange trees and animals they encountered. But it wasn't long before t
Into the Darkness chapter 9Chapter 9- Capital noticeInto the Darkness chapter 9 by Dragongirl651
City hall and the area around it were buzzing with activity. There were Hunters all around- talking to each other, showing off their weapons, eating, buying from the stands that had sprung up overnight... The place was the busiest that Lienne had ever seen it.
Taryn had refused to tell her why it was so important they go. Ever since the disaster that had happened with Ashpelt, neither of them had been particularly excited about Hunting, not even Lienne. So when Taryn woke her and told her in an excited voice that it was important that they go to city hall, Lienne was naturally curious about what had broken his depression.
The focus of the attention seemed to be a notice almost as large as the notice board itself. The paper it was printed on was tinged a light blue, as opposed to the usual whites and yellows that appeared. The crowd gathered around it made it impossible for her to get close enough and see wh
1940There was still enough light from1940 by Sparks-Fly-Upward
the raging fires outside to bless the alter where I waited
with our rings,
lilies-of-the-valley still braided into my hair.
The priest rests in his Lord's embrace,
garbed in crimson threads at the cathedral's gateway,
Nazi bullets in his body and in his Bible.
Our wedding banners are piles of chared ash
blessed by the coming lightning war.
The holy water has dried up, but my tears
still have not.
You said you'd come back, that you'd be mine,
to have and to hold
'til the bitter flames of death should tear us
But never did I get to hold you again,
to waltz with you in our first night of matrimony,
to watch the sun rise over the Meuse when
the rays came to bless our first
day as a single, perfect soul.
I'll stay here at the alter of St. Lawrence,
praying for you to come back
and leave your weapon at the door.
Though the ceiling may crumble and
the pipe organ collapse with a mighty
roar, they cannot hurt me now.
They cannot touch us ever again
Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 14“What do you mean you’re an alien?” Ace asked his sister, his eyes wide with disbelief. Damien had adapted to the situation a lot quicker than Alexis would’ve thought. Then again, he did once room with Robin so she shouldn’t have been that surprised.Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 14 by VerySecretAccount
A flare of jealousy enveloped her as she thought of Robin and Damien living with each other. She flushed and shook her head.
“I mean, Sammy, from before, told me all this shit about how I’m from a different galaxy thing and Robin is somehow connected to this. She told me that something was going to happen to us.” Alexis condensed it for all three of them; even she had some trouble understanding it.
“She did say that some people were going to try and come to ‘collect’ me.” She decided to refrain from going into any more detail due to the way the topic was heading, the last thing she wanted was Ace going ape shit in front of Damien.
Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 13“Why do you think I honestly need someone with me while I do this?” Robin sighed, rolling her eyes. In one hand was a jagged knife and the other held her hair high in a bobble. Nero stared at her with concern whilst Kai chuckled somewhere in the background.Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 13 by VerySecretAccount
“Don't girls get emotional about this type of stuff?” He asked, confused for once. He had offered to take over but Robin wouldn’t let him. She was too worried about him getting all emotional about it.
“Most girls yes but I have the time so I can grow it all back again.” She replied, pointing towards the door of her former apartment. She came back to do this and explain to Damien why she will be leaving.
“But still, isn’t it a primary code in your brains to get emotional about hair?” Nero cried, trying to get her to see the point he was trying to make.
“You’re just dragging this on Nero, just let me cut and you can cry over it later.” With a ragged movement
Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 12“What do I have to do first mother?” Robin asked her mother.Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 12 by VerySecretAccount
“First, you have to get people on your side. You need to get people you can trust and rely on. Only bring up three people at the maximum. Too many people will attract unwanted attention from your enemies, even your best friend.” Her mother complied.
Robin sighed unhappily, knowing what was going to come next. She was going to have to signal Him. Fucks sake this was going bad. She knew that she could trust Him but he could just take things too bloody well far.
Despite the upcoming events, she still kept her identity carefully concealed beneath the fašade that she had acquired over the many years of her existence. Robin knew that she wouldn’t be exhausted by the prospect of keeping up the mirage but it could help her if she let it go once in a while.
She was walking along the snowy paths when she finally noticed something. A crackling TV was spitting out the news in the pub to her left.
Hungry - Cave and Creature Flashback“Cave… I’m hungry.” Creature said rather quietly.Hungry - Cave and Creature Flashback by millylove1098
“Hmph…” Cave grunted, his silver eyes flicking open to look at the younger Dracain, “You’re expecting me to be able to do something about that?”
“Kinda…” Creature looked at him pleadingly.
Cave felt sorry for him, the youngster had been suffering from severe seasickness for the past two days, now they were on calmer waters it was only natural that he would be hungry and perhaps a little dehydrated. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, if truth be told, he was a little hungry himself.
He sat up to get a better look at him, how old was he? Nine perhaps? At a stretch, twelve? Still young enough to be considered a child, most likely his discomfort had been intensified by pining for his mother. The poor lad had gotten himself extremely upset when introduced to Captain Rooke, Cave had heard him crying and screaming before he had even set foot on the Jessica-Ma
Tomorrow, When They Find Mei.Tomorrow, When They Find Me by RussianTim
Swallowed whole. When the churches
Overshadowed fields of salvation
And all I could see looking down
Were the fresh prayers on my arms.
Still born and still alive in a still life
Painting. Those types of prints weren’t
Intended to be hung on a parlor wall.
Before your house collapsed under the weight
Of a needle. Before my standard of God was replaced
By memories of locked doors and open windows,
I was the shy boy on the playground and you were the
Girl who never resisted getting her dress dirty.
I could only forgive you when your mother
Showed me your baby shoes, cast in bronze.
And only for that moment, when I know I heard
The laughter of a child bustling down the hall.
Gentleman"You see, I'm always scared," he said, eyes fixated on his cup of coffee. "I don't like letting people close to me. Even when I was younger, I kept my distance from everyone. Never had a serious relationship till I was twenty, but when it happened, it was unstoppable. I'd always been kind of resigned to the thought that I'd never fall in love, because I was, you know, gay, and that's a taboo in this kind of world."Gentleman by blubbityblub
He ran a hand through his neatly combed hair and continued, still never meeting my eyes. "He's amazing, you know? For once in my life, I didn't feel like I was a freak. I could really let out who I was. I brought him home and my parents loved him, and for once, 'gay' didn't seem like a fucking, I don't know, insult or a fucking label. You're engaged, aren't you?"
I nodded, showing him my wedding ring. His lower jaw tensed.
"You know what it's like, then, to have someone right for you. Someone where you don't care that people are staring. I pretty much gave him everything, yo
I'll stop loving you when.I'll stop loving you when all the stars burn outI'll stop loving you when. by bluesun360
I'll stop loving you when there is no more monster in the world
I'll stop loving you when classical music is no longer heard of
I'll stop loving you when the sky turns black
I'll stop loving you when video games are not awesome
I'll stop loving you when scary movies no longer scare
I'll stop loving you when green is no longer a color
I'll stop loving you when the sun doesn't shine
I'll stop loving you when Chewbacca isn't hairy
I'll stop loving you when bacon isn't delicious
I'll stop loving you when the seas dry up
I'll stop loving you when robots take over the world
I'll stop loving you when it stops raining every spring
I'll stop loving you when I stop breathing
I'll stop loving you when my heart stops beating
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