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 SeptemberSkies2298
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 SeptemberSkies2298
you herd them each evening but
you never listen.
we lost some things along the wayYou started using,we lost some things along the way by SeptemberSkies2298
shooting me (the gleam of my eyes;
the flush of my cheeks;
the uneven beating of my heart...)
straight into your veins.
Now - strung out and reeling -
I dare you to try
quitting this love cold-turkey.
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".
Because that's what we are: two brothers, self-taught artists, trying to set up an Indie multimedia dev house without any budget and long-time supporters.
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.
Please help us keep working, become supporters o
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.
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
La Lama Nera. Ecate ed Erebo (Excerpt 1)La Lama Nera. Ecate ed Erebo (Excerpt 1) by Ciullo-Corporation
–Ti ho detto che sto bene...–
Dice lei, nonostante la sua espressione la tradisse apertamente.
–Ti stai prendendo in giro da sola, lo sai?–
Risponde invece lui, più preoccupato che davvero arrabbiato... anche se il suo tono suggeriva il contrario.
–Che ne puoi sapere tu, eh?–
Rintuzza l’altra, guardandolo in faccia con l’aria di chi vuole a tutti i costi negare l’ovvio.
–Chi credi di essere per dirmi cosa fare?!–
–Non ti sto dicendo cosa fare, Ecate, ti sto pregando di guardarti un po’ in giro...–
Ribatte l’altro, piuttosto seccato dalla sua ostinazione.
–Tu proprio non capisci...–
Ecate scuote il capo, alzando poi gli occhi verso l’alto.
–Allora perché non me lo spieghi tu, visto che da solo non c’arrivo.–
Insiste lui sarcasticamente.
–Non è così semplice, Erebo.–
The reapersIt was cold, oh so coldThe reapers by MEBwrittings
And my heart turned to stone.
My bare feet felt the grass
And my soul heard them moan.
Oh they came, oh that day
When the sky turned to black
I there laid by the hay
In the barn near the back.
They were black and so vile
That I shivered with fright.
No faced did they have
What a sight! What a sight!
I knew then it was time;
They had come just for me.
I looked back on my crimes;
It was all as should be.
They caressed me with ice
And my soul was then free.
There was no futile fight
Nor intention to flee.
There was pain, oh the pain
How I loved it so dear.
Yes it drove me insane
But no fear, oh no fear.
Oh reapers they are
And come you are to die
So when your time comes
Give your soul; don’t be shy!
A Ramble To A RoarSeconds do not feel like seconds any moreA Ramble To A Roar by Rifle1980
Minutes seem shorter than they did when I was young
Years pass by without much ever happening
Nothing is right but then again nothing is wrong
Maybe that could be the problem
That life’s slowly passing me by
I walk around with my shoulders arched
Like I’m afraid to even try
Yes, I’m certain that’s the problem
I’m too scared to stop asking why
Do things come so easily to others
That to me so far have been denied
The air does not feel like air any more
Each breath feels like it is racing my heartbeat
I wonder sometimes which one will prevail
The air in my lungs or the fight in me
Maybe that’s always been the problem
My mind has long since been my alibi
Convincing myself I am okay
When I am clearly struggling to survive
Yes, I understand that’s the problem
I speak to myself without reply
I could ramble on past forever
If I stop I might just crumble and cry
Words do not feel much like wo
Tanka of hope.Tanka of hope by jade-pandora
after the journey, I plant
my sapling, and watch it grow
and give shade
to a stranger in a strange land
that is myself
Can you cry in space?Once you venture into the jarCan you cry in space? by jade-pandora
there's no place left.
Light years close in on me.
Each vein restricts, the heart
beats backwards, hair snaking;
gasping, tears like glass beads
quivering in the void
around me and within,
feeling my eyes bulge and bleed,
turning to ruby gems
with sharp angles,
threading with my tears,
coiling around my neck and hands,
trying to fend them off.
Am I in a clinical waiting room
in a hell afloat, which has already
seen and been the death of me.
Through a portal, solar flare
rotating as the capsule
The only sound left:
the broken static from Houston.
Phineas and Ferb: Robot meets the Family One month passed after Beatrice had been created, she had developed rather nicely into a kind if socially awkward teenage girl. At this point Phineas and Isabella had organized with Candace and Ferb for Beatrice to meet the rest of the family. Candace had given birth to her first child with her husband Jeremy, Amanda Lindana Johnson five years ago and was currently pregnant again. Ferb and his recently wed wife Vanessa were expecting as well. Anyway, it was a sunny day as the three Flynn's drove to Candace’s house; Beatrice looked scarred in the backseat of the car. "Beatrice, what's wrong?" Isabella asked looking into the backseat at her daughter. "It's... look I know you mean well but... it's just-"Phineas and Ferb: Robot meets the Family by DarthSithari
"Your nervous about meeting other people for the first time, that's perfectly normal." Phineas said. "It's not that dad it's... do any of them know about... what I am? And would they like me at all?" Beatrice asked. "Of course they would! Phineas and Ferb u
Chapter VI: The Goldshire's PrideChapter VI: The Goldshire's Pride by Blueredor
Previously...on The Chronicles of Azeroth
"I see those fools at the Abbey sent some fresh meat for us", Garrick said mockingly challenged and looking at them, "you success to overcome all my thieves... is the first time that adventurous as you manage to beat many of us".
"I don't know whether to take it as a compliment", Nailock said trying to deduce, "or nonsense".
"Nailock", Davis said reluctantly.
"Returns the vineyard of the town, Garrick!", Gabriel demanded by threatening with his hammer.
"You are finish!, you don't have more forces", Davis said as he and Karjub prepare their spells.
"Not if i'm still alive!", Garrick scream willingness to fight
"Don't think Cough you won", Garrick said about to pass out, "...the others....will... avenge!".
"Behold, the heroes of Northshire!", Mcbride proclaim with loud applause being accompanied by all the crowd.
"Garrick Padfoot", Willem formality yells the sentence, "by numerous robberies, murders, looting and be a member of defias...the people
Chapter V: Garrick PadfootChapter V: Garrick Padfoot by Blueredor
Previously...in the Chronicles of Azeroth
"Mrs. Milly!", The peasant screamed, "Mrs. Milly!".
"What happened?, Milly asked with frightened face,"...Who did this?".
"The border...the soldiers", The peasant cried without control,"...they...murdered them!".
"Huh?!, Who?", Milly asked.
"The Defias!", a peasant yelled.
"The woman is still alive!", the bandit yelled.
"Doesn't matter", the leader said, "we've what we need", pointing his finger toward the cart, "extract all the grapes of the sector and call in the rest for the invasion on this town, hahaha".
"Well", Willem said after a sigh, "I hope you strapped your belt on tight lads, because there is work to do here in Northshire".
"Recently, a new group of thieves has been hanging around Northshire", McBride said, "They call themselves the Defias Brotherhood", points a finger at the map of the entire Northshire indicating places, "and have been seen across the river to the east," slide his finger to the Northshire vineyard also known Oswor
Chapter IV: The Power of the VoidChapter IV: The Power of the Void by Blueredor
25 years after the First War (year 617 by King calendar)
After that so memorable morning, dressed in peasant clothes with a purple t-shirt and black short hair, Milly Osworth, is working on Osworth vineyard, located on the east side of Northshire to provide their famous wine from her family to the village. Raisins, grapes and wines, many peasants collects, irrigates and gathers the grapes in carts for move them to the town...now in the lunch break, Milly dried perspiration from his forehead by the hard morning's work.
"Well guys...ugh", Milly said while dry his forehead with his cloth, "let rest!".
"Yes ma'am!" The peasants responded once finished moving a cart with grapes near to the river.
All set off to the Osword farm located in the east hills, once Milly opened the door, all drawed strangeness faces. The entire cabin is dark, from the deep, a peasant is tied and blindfolded only illuminated by a candle. All came to help him, but every t
The East has FallenThe dawn of a new day stretched itself over the skies of western Poland, unveiling thousands of fixed wing and rotatory wing transports soaring at a staggering altitude. Private Fuller, geared up and hooked inside the blaring C-17, closed his eyes and braced as high impact shells began exploding just outside the plane.The East has Fallen by thwackcrackers
His legs trembled, his teeth cringed, and his hands shook nervously around his rifle. He knew the other soldiers were caked in the jitters of fear just as he was. This operation, after all, was strung to determine the fate of the world. If they couldn't liberate Szczecin, then Western Europe would be vulnerable to the extraterrestrial hordes that laid waste to all the countries east of the Czech Republic.
Fuller hissed as the deafening booms of shells and soft pinging of projectiles hammered against the plane's exterior, rocketing the cargo compartment violently. Officers began walking up and down the alley of paratroopers, barking orders and a momentary briefing of what
The Voice in the LakeFor fifteen years, Dalton had reserved a special quarter of his solitary evenings to sit at the foot of the great lake outside the woodland orphanage. In fact, the lake was his first memory, and the voice coming from within were the first words spoken to him as he was birthed into the world. Every evening, he rebuked the social desires of his fellow orphans and communed with the lake, naming the melodic voice Grace, and embraced her warm companionship.The Voice in the Lake by thwackcrackers
Many in the orphanage did not take this regimented and near zealous ritual kindly, and shunned the young Dalton.
"There is nothing there," They would blare at him. "If you love the lake so much, why don't you just go drown yourself in it?"
In those quiet evenings, when Dalton's burdens nearly broke him, Grace would speak to him and quiet his troubled heart. He loved her voice, despite the stones of verbal abuse the others threw at him, and refused to deviate from his self-imposed exile at the lake.
On one evening, as normal as any other,
Eden Solaris: Apex: Part 1 Three weeks passed since the Colonial Marines left the Thallatite homeworld of Tisilius, failing to destroy the Thallatite leadership, and just barely survived retreating off of the moon. Many Marines died due to the betrayal of the men that should have led the expedition, an expedition that was set up by the Colonial Senate to get rid of ‘undesirables’ from among the populace.Eden Solaris: Apex: Part 1 by DarthSithari
One of the casualties was a young Marine named Avery Saturn, who had survived the ill-fated campaign right up until the last battle at the Queen’s Towers, Where he was presumed eaten alive by the Great Adjutant, a bioengineered monster created by the Colonial government to better pacify the Thallatites, however unknown to anyone the Thallatite Queens took in the heavily injured Marine after he had slain the Great Adjutant with a grenade. And they changed him, slowly but with great skill the Queens rewrote his very genes, changing him into a Human/Thallatite hybrid. As
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.
Hybrid, Chapter 2: New HomeHybrid, Chapter 2: New Home by CommnderShepard117
December 10th, 501 BC
Helen woke up and found herself in a king-sized bed with thick warm silver blankets and pillows, and wearing a blue night gown. The bedroom had opaque glass walls, built-in light domes, a stained glass window behind her bed, and a fluffy floor. Her mind kept racing as she looked around feeling confused. The last thing she remembered was the mysterious man who saved her from her ruthless slave masters. Questions raced through her mind, where am I? How did I get here?
Then her bedroom door opened. Feeling scared, she lay back down to pretend to sleep. She carefully lifted her head up and saw a hovering metal box with a blue glowing screen and skinny jointed arms at the sides. Her eyes widened and her body froze.
The box turned and spoke, “Good morning Helen.”
Helen backed away, “Who are you and how do you know my name?”
“Apologies,” the box s
The JumpThe Jump by IpomeaTricolor
The lights of the town are like a thousand fireflies
The fresh breeze like a gasp of relief
My heart beat is like the sound of trampling feet of children
My soul is like a wilting rose.
I saw the stars in your eyes
I felt your heart underneath my hand
Your breath tickles on my neck
Everything passed away.
Now I sit here
On the roof upon the town
I listen to the chasing cars
See the sparkling lights
Sense the wind through the cracks of my soul.
Why shouldn't I jump in to the sea of lights?
Maybe I'll be a star
Which shines with all the others
Or maybe everything comes to an end
Like hope did so long ago.
If I jump my problems wouldn't be solved
But they'd end.
If I jump I wouldn't have to stand that emptiness
Or the crack in my heart.
Then my soul can
Disappear like smoke
up to the stars
towards the sky.
Then I'll be a star
I could watch and protect you from up there
It'd be better that way
More accepted than a broken soul on earth.
Look towards the black night sky
Look to t
CruxI’m only sure of two things:Crux by RussianTim
I still carry pieces of your cross on my back and
lilies were your favorite flower
Those last three months-
A silent drive home from the mall
purse full of stolen makeup
Dinners with my family where no one
bothered to make the conversion
Endless hours spent looking at paint samples
and I was smart to not buy the brushes
The line at the liquor store blended
with the lines on the road
At the same time with you
Then it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.
The mother stood by the calf’s body
long past nightfall
and I stood by yours
long after that
Was this what we meant when we said forever?
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