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Disorder"What do you do?
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Forever a JewelForever a JewelForever a Jewel by Michel-le-fou
Handle it roughly
Handle it gently
Handle it carefully
But a gem is a gem forever
It will never break
She gave me her heart
I handle it gently
I handle it carefully
I hold it
I caress it
I kiss it
It will never break
It is a jewel forever
Love Haiku #4Love Haiku 4Love Haiku #4 by Michel-le-fou
Dinner close together
A slender hand feeds me tenderly
Her lips part to smile
The Thing at the Window (Conclusion)The Thing at the WindowThe Thing at the Window (Conclusion) by Michel-le-fou
The rat creatures eventually gnawed the boards off the window and a pack of them mingling with the shadow things was loose upon the locale. But they did not stalk the witness immediately. Instead, they obeyed more natural instinct and sought prey generally among the neighbors.
They scurried through the lanes and back streets of the community and his in the shadows, ambushing and attacking those who passed by. However, only a handful of residents passed them. Most people were at home at that hour. Occasionally a drunkard or a panhandler went by. The creatures had a scant feast with them.
By half past 11, that night, they had finished with all passers and scurried further into the community for more prey. At that time, someone attempted to phone the town council; but nobody was on duty. They tried to find the private number instead.
Meanwhile, the witness had gone home and locked and barred his door tight. He prayed that the creatures would never find a
The Thing at the Window (Part 2)The Thing at the WindowThe Thing at the Window (Part 2) by Michel-le-fou
He was drawn to that spot for one more night. However, he was indirectly lucky because he lacked both desire and tools to reopen the house and go indoors. He declined to ask town council to help him.
On the second night of his passage, he considered resting under a tree near the house. He sat beneath the tree facing the window at 10 pm. As he had passed the window at that hour the previous night, he certainly expected to see or hear something at that hour the following night. He was not disappointed. However, he later wished that he was.
Not later than half past 10 pm, that night, he heard that same scurrying. It was at first the same low level he had heard before. Then it became slowly louder. It seemed to warn him that large rodents were moving in the house and even moving nearer to that window. Suddenly, he heard a loud noise like chewing and gnawing. He really dared not to look but it riveted his attention. He sat up and craned his neck, only to
Only youAnother day passes slowlyOnly you by MorganWolfram
Life keeps on fading quietly
My years have been spend worthlessly
With no feeling fraternity
I walk my way solemnly
Make my path formally
All eyes lay on me respectfully
I'm treated like the great solely
But I owe them back disgracefully
I put them aside disdainfully
I whip my worries mercilessly
I am a powerful weapon ultimately
But my bullets are stunned by you so suddenly
Your Kindness shoed away my troubles so charmingly
You helped me upon my feet willingly
You expected nothing back unconditionally
From that moment my mind was on you individually
Even with all the fuss; you smile caringly
Pain was caused and you suffered sensitively
But you said regrets will go gradually
I don't care if there is no money surprisingly
You changed me astonishingly
I won't let a burden fall on you, even mistakenly
How can you be so gentle admiringly?
Don't hesitate to hold my hand tightly
But please keep smiling constantly
My eyes shall remain for you promisingly
I shall love
Scorched 1.1The moment the train stopped, she rushed out of her seat, ran out of the door, pushed her way through the morning crowd, and sprinted to the University. It was just her luck that her train broke down the day of an important exam. She wound up taking a different train which came later than its arrival time. Her eyes were fixed on her watch and her hand was securely on her book bag.Scorched 1.1 by Erin-Lynne
"What happened this time?" the receptionist asked Prishe as the Asterian burst through the doors of the University. She didn't look up from the desk but Prishe could hear the shuffling of papers as if she was reaching for something.
The young Asterian laughed uneasily and signed in. "The train broke down. I can't talk; I've got to get to class!" she replied, darting down the hall.
She took the stairs, figuring that they would be faster, but was quickly flooded by students. She was determined, however. She had never been late before and she wasn't about to start. Not caring who she plowed by, she continued tak
Scorched P.1She woke abruptly to the beginning of her favorite song—a loud, energetic low-brass song—and fell out the chair of her desk. She hit her head on the side of her bed and had knocked over several sheets of paper which were now littered around her. A groan passed her lips as she removed her headphones. The light in the room made her eyes sting until they adjusted. Her blueprints, essays, and medicine homework were on top of her bare legs, making her nerves tingle.Scorched P.1 by Erin-Lynne
After sitting in the odd position for a while, she took a glance at her watch. It was going to be a couple of hours before her regular alarm would go off. She sighed, stiffly collected her work, set them aside, and got up. Every muscle in her back and legs were screaming at her, but she paid little attention to it as she yawned and stretched.
She sat on her bed next to her work and stared at the walls for a while, collecting her thoughts. She would have classes today, and her work needed to be done, That way she woul
Rise of JERICO-- ProloguePrologueRise of JERICO-- Prologue by Erin-Lynne
The room was silent as he sat there, reading his book intently. A few candles were lit around the room, casting an eerie shadow across the figure. Two years he had spent in solitude, never leaving his mansion, since the end of the of the war. He rarely came in contact with people, unless it was one of the AMBROS prisoners that needed to be punished. Everyone who knew of him feared him; he treated none with mercy.
His name was Viare.
Lightning flashed outside as the rain began to patter on his window. He put his book down when he heard a metal ping of a kicked gate outside. He stood to his feet and looked outside his window to see a man with soaked, fiery red hair jump off the barrier gate. Viare curled a slight smile on his face. “Again? When will he learn?” he murmured to himself. He turned from the window and left his room.
The guards were startled by his presence. “Send the hounds. It seems our guest hasn’t been broken in. Bring him back
Shroomy and her Melancholy state of AffairsForward from this: http://hebbybobdige.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d5hapii sceneShroomy and her Melancholy state of Affairs by Hebbybobdige
Okay let's discuss Shroomy and her completely un-endearing un-cheerful and un-attractive state of affairs. Firstly you must realise that Shroomy's life was far more dismal than most. Those at her school find her (in their own words) a 'skanky, ugly, creepy little bug-eyed weirdo'
You see when somebody isn't what you would consider 'normal' people have a tendency to ridicule or be afraid of this person. Shroomy being no exception to this, she would spend her time at school sat alone on a table muttering strange things to her only friend who was named 'Scarlett' and she could be seen only by Shroomy. Whilst the rest of the class formed their own, chattery little groups consisting mainly of people who would consider a scruffy, bug-eyed girl constantly whispering scary things to herself a strange sight indeed, therefore nobody wanted to talk to her.
You may or may not know that somebody who exists in
Through My Dusty WindowsThrough my dusty windowsThrough My Dusty Windows by AlilliceMFC
I see the shadows dance by;
But I'll stay home,
for I don't belong.
Through my dusty windows
I see the seasons pass by;
But soon everything's gone.
Way too soon.
Through my dusty windows
I see the stars shine bright;
Casting light into me,
Twinkling without sorrow,
Far away dreams.
But then the sun pushes them aside,
So bright that I am blinded.
In my broken house
I sit and watch
It all go by
And I can't move.
Sometimes I wish to get out
But then I realize
That it'd shatter my soul.
Hallowed"How to Hell does my shackled soul recline?Hallowed by James-P-Barnes-565
Far past my father's lake of burning mercilessness,
Doth my heart grow cold on this morrow's eve,
Sparing the eye the torment everlasting.
Within thy breast and boils, burns and blistering flesh;
On thy putrid tongue bloodied and rotting with the stench,
Mortal wounds only the grand himself could heal but won't.
How the sickening creatures crawl and lumber,
Twitching, twisting, twirling in the night so cold.
See my breath before the moonlight gaze,
Peering so full, so hard, tearing through my weakened soul,
Ripping my battered carcass to meat too fine for the darkest,
Short of too luxurious a meal for demons of night.
Speak foul beast! Branch forth and relinquish your name!"
Silence would prove him a match for the foulest of homes,
Searing in anger of thousands of men, women, children, and demon alike,
"Strike with bitter flow my son don't spill thy damned name."
Darkness falls thicker than the blood stained lakes,
Pools of fiery hatred and m
The Thing in StoneThe Thing in StoneThe Thing in Stone by Michel-le-fou
From Lovecraft's “Call of Cthulhu”
Timothy Finley sat gazing puzzled at the stone object on his shelf. There was a secret to it that seemed, to him, rather dark. The object was erect like most statues; but its head was cephalopod with many short and medium tentacles, instead of jaws, and the eyes were dark and stared sightlessly at him. Finley could scarcely make out signs of intelligence, but the face seemed cunning and darkly intelligent. The countenance of a schemer.
"Who on earth are you? Where are you from?" He mused.
Suddenly he heard, or thought he heard, a reply from the statue.
"I am what the elders before your birth called 'Old One' and I come from a dimension you could not know, Timothy Finley."
"Yes. These were Cthulhu, Nyarlathotep and Yog-sothoth, primarily; but there were others. Their names are still unknown to you. I am one of them."
Timothy sat, staring at it speechlessly. Did it really talk or did he imagine it? If he imagine
A Halloween Like None BeforeA Halloween Like None BeforeA Halloween Like None Before by Michel-le-fou
The night of 30 October was scarcely the night that most folk usually celebrated as All Hallows' Eve. Throughout the edge of the town of Salem, Massachusetts, long noted for its former crazed witch hunts and unfounded accusations of black magic. None were ever proven or even investigated.
But despite the shady past in the town, the date in 2013 was more like a new arrival than a revival of old characters. The first upon the scene was a faint, aged and seemingly ruminating figure of a man wearing a high top hat and the dark clothes of mystics and undertakers alike. His gaze was stony and cool, yet indubitably sharp like an eagle. He strolled the back lane of the main road, isolated and unobserved, muttering eldritch words that had no resemblance to any known human tongue. He scanned the doorways and windows of the houses he passed thoroughly. Some windows revealed the glow of electric lights; others revealed the dim glow of a candle.
However, neither a
. rail .. rail .. rail . by Amanda-Graham
It’s a misnomer; an absent appliance, robbery of the worse sort. The bar’s not got one though named as though it would hold some premiere placement. In this city it should be gleaming brass and a minimum of two inches in diameter, rolled and shaped and bracketed along the styles and sheathing of a gleaming dark-polished wooden front-piece. It should be history. Misapplication and misdirection; the crumbling edifice is still maintained but slovenly; some miscreant remembrance of the sixties or seventies when people still believed a Jetsons™ future were possible. It carries its appellation based solely on location; nearby is a stop on the city’s trumpeted transport line, the “L".
“Fuck this Susan.” “Give it a chance.” “Really?” “Yeah, it’s not awful and some of the guys here are just too sweet.” I turn and stare openly,
Mommy loved...Alright, we're going to go visit Mommy.Mommy loved... by Everlasting90
Why are we going?
Because it would mean a lot to her. She loved you.
No, she didn't.
How can you say that?
Because it's true. If she loved us, she wouldn't have left us.
That's not fair. She had a problem. She tried to give it up.
But she didn't. She loved the pills more than us. That's why she left.
OG's of OlympusFADE IN:OG's of Olympus by StevenGilby
Cars are driving through the busy streets. One guy, Marcus, stands on the cold street corner smoking a cigarette in an open frenzy. Another guy, Dorian, comes running across the crosswalk as the light ticks to red. He’s calm but his nose and cheeks are red from the cold.
Lemme bum a smoke. You got a flask? Mine’s empty.
Marcus holds an open pack and lighter in one hand for Dorian. After putting them away, he grabs a flask of blueberry sherry from his inner coat pocket and hands it to him. It has a two crossed broadswords on it.
Chilly as hell today.
Dorian looks around after a silent moment smoking, not seeing what he wanted to.
Where’s EDDIE at? I told him 3 o’clock. It’s almost 5. Is he ever on time for anything?!
Well, I got good news, better news, and bad news.
Dorian is visibly irate at the existence of bad news.
Start with the good, move to
Thumb On The Mob (Part 1) Amongst the light foot falls of officers going about their tasks, one set stood out as it sounded louder through the precinct, heading from the entrance over to the holding cells. The man to whom these foot falls belonged was tall; about six-four, and thin; not lanky, but like a bean-pole. His black slacks danced on the top of his black shoes, his dark-blue tie wriggled ever so slightly under the slight heaving of the man’s chest, but his bluish-gray waistcoat held it to his faded sky-blue shirt.Thumb On The Mob (Part 1) by BDancinJones
The man slowed himself down, actually stopping to tap his slightly damp forehead with his sleeve, before turning the last corner into the viewing side of the interrogation room. He proceeded to enter the room, and did so with a certain swagger in his walk and a sly smile sitting in the corner of his mouth. In the room stood a mid-twenties woman in work-place formal dress and an early-thirties officer in uniform. On the left wa
. women only .. women only .. women only . by Amanda-Graham
.one of those days.
'tried it all's
as first thoughts
fallin like stars
hard flamin rocks
. and .
she was the trickery
of the leading 'and'
that tugs on the line
that signals your mind
will fill in her blanks
. la Résistance .
you didn’t want to know
looking in the mirror
walking in public
exposed for what you now are
no longer secret
no longer spared
face to face with it
still in denial
your body hates you
more than you ever
too long a coward
. women only .
A nice room where we gather, there’s a view of the narrow parking lot and the shrubs and mums are well
. sunbursts .. sunbursts.. sunbursts . by Amanda-Graham
flare about me
3 AM steps
harsh grind timed
@ Amanda 2014
Image: ". sodium suns . by Amanda Graham © 2014
. menage a trois .. ménage à trois .. menage a trois . by Amanda-Graham
- inception -
that thrill of panted suggestion
« I know someone, it's just a mention. »
- introductions -
first throw, possible seduction
excitements of discoveries
looks, the quickened breath
wet beneath the dress
straining pressured excitements
- but -
beneath it, in action, layered
at first soft below the sheeted
sour breath of competitions
les deux femmes
yeux sur l'autre
bouches ouvertes lié langues
enterrer leurs dents dans le col de leur sœur
pour attirer l'attention du mâle
springs to attention, then wearies
at the time the hours
they spend together
their ease of conversation
in same sexed pleasure
- the breakfast table shared -
sharpened daggers, in held breaths,
Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd Edition)Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd edition)Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd Edition) by Michel-le-fou
My father was my closest friend
But closer to my mother
I could not trust him with secrets
Secret feelings towards my mother
I begged him a dozen times
He said he had a duty to tell her
Then she called me into the 'warden's office'
What did you tell him, she demanded
"Go to your room and stay there
Till I tell you to come out!"
My bedroom was a cell in children's prison
Father crept in and warned me
Mother told him to lash me
"Try to sound in pain," he asked.
I did my best
I doubt it fooled her
Occasionally my sister played attorney
She warned me as often as she could
Sometimes my mother went off her deep end
After railing like a banshee at me
She went for other blood
Including my father
I stood out and challenged her
Why she has to find fault with them
When she found it with me
She almost always found in me
I could no longer live that way
"If you don't like to live here, you may leave."
She pointed to the door
I left home twice
Only to go
.-.Silence.-. [Scourge X Reader]私の愛の沈黙は沈黙を守ってたことがないはずです。.-.Silence.-. [Scourge X Reader] by galewings
keep in mind that this takes place after World War ll
The deep laughter of crows reached the peaks of the sky, giving the battered place some hiff of it's silence. Vultures snickered and cackled amongst their grubby meal of a rabbit carcass, their skin-bared heads making quick movements as their battered beaks snipped and poked at the motionless body. The dead rabbit's fur was wet, covered in blood and the vulture's saliva. The mice that flees amongst the worn town sniffed, peeped, and stuck their tongues out at the vulture's careless work of a meal. Even though they were cute, yet disease-filled on their part, the black cat had to agree, the mice were right on being disgusted of the vulture's filling.
Scourge knocked a rusted can over to the side carelessly has his ov
Flight of the EagleIt was the last week of university. Classes were complete, exams were taken. It was the time for the students to find a job. Lucy sighed as she perused the job choices. None of job offerings appealed to her. She didn't want to be stuck behind the desk; she wanted to be out and about. Adventure and action were her calling. She logged out off the computer and got up.Flight of the Eagle by tyw7
Maybe I needed a breather. Time to cool my head. Lucy thought.
She headed to the wardrobe. She grabbed a towel and disrobed. Although age has filled her in considerably since her stick figure days, Lucy wasn't particularly curvaceous. In fact she was stronger than most typical girls (or boys). She was sure she could take even the strongest bullies in a fist fight and win.
Staring at the mirror, she could see faint scars that covered her face. She paused at the one that under her left eye. The same mark that she had sustained when monst
Puppet Masters: Chapter 6Puppet Masters: Chapter 6Puppet Masters: Chapter 6 by DuchessRush
Disclaimer: I do not own Puppet Master Characters or any of the Full Moon Features movies. I do own the plot and my OC Characters Alexis, Revy and Jinx.
*Talk* = Puppet talk.
“Puppet people seriously. I’m driving I get to pick the radio station.” Revy yelled turning the station back to where she had it.
She was met with a large group of hisses.
“I don’t care. If you don’t like it I do.” Revy hissed back at them. Alexis was deeply saddened Jester was trying to comfort her from her fears.
He wished he could explain that she and her sisters were going to be ok and that they were in good hands.
Pinhead especially would look after Jinx while they were away.
Pinhead was once a man named Herman Strauss. Strauss was a truck driver who secretly brought food to the Jewish ghettos; as a result, he w
The Eternal Bond of a Dragon Rider"It's rather shallow." The healer noted, cautiously peeling away Rhilahan's bloody shirt. He meticulously studied the wound along the Ranger's lower back before applying the numbing balm. With nimble fingers, the elderly healer began stitching the torn skin back together. His attention to detail did not falter even among the growing cries of pain in the crowded chapel. Anyone with any sense of medical experience were thrown into the fray helping the wounded and easing the dying's final minutes.The Eternal Bond of a Dragon Rider by thwackcrackers
The past two days brought nothing but death and grief for the people of Eyrarfell. The ongoing conflict with the Gnolls may have dragged the Duchy into three years of bloodshed but never did the peaceful villagers of Eyrarfell believe that the war would march to their doorsteps. Half of the village still burned and many innocents were slaughtered. The healer couldn't help but admire his patient, the man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere with a contingent of rangers to aid
The Dragon Slave of The Basinite Fjords The very air rippled as the leathery whip came whistling down along Shara's exposed midsection. With a cringing thwack the barbed torture tool lashed her belly again and again. Blood sprayed and sapphire scales were rent violently from her flesh, falling onto the hard stone floor in a collective pile. Shara growled away the seething pain that gutted her away but stubbornly refused to whimper. A whimper expressed defeat and in the sadistic eyes of her tormentors, defeat was what they strove to implant within her.The Dragon Slave of The Basinite Fjords by thwackcrackers
A rasping voice dragged Shara away from the nightmare of the whip and into a world full of misery. "That's enough. I wish to speak with it."
Shara's body hurt all over and her head swam with nausea as she turned her neck to see a small, obsidian colored creature approach her. The creature bore a disturbing visage and obsidian ornate armor as black as his skin. He tugged his beard a long while, studying the fruits of his work that lay in a pathetic heap be
The Battle for Tower Ygytherul: PrologueKnight Lieutenant Norman yanked the reigns of his warhorse and veered right, trotting east along the withered path which, with a single blink of an eye, could easily be mistaken for a deceitful apparition. His white stallion bayed in short protest before following its rider's commands and changing course. The steady marching beat of two hundred men-at-arms echoed behind him and the Knight Lieutenant risked a quick glance behind him.The Battle for Tower Ygytherul: Prologue by thwackcrackers
Elkrul's finest soldiers accompanied him, marching with the steady discipline that came with being a proud servant of the Blessed City of the West. Norman returned his attention to the front, shivering at the foreboding landscape that caged him and his company like a slave's pen. Titanic trees sprouted in all directions, dwarfing his men with bony fingers of wood and gnarled roots that looked as if it was ready to pluck an unsuspecting victim from the road and crush him within his grasp.
To make their travel abundantly worse, a heavy forecas
A New WorldA blinding streak of light and a deafening crack of thunder was all the warning Braden had before he raised his kite shield in mock defense against the oncoming bolt of sheer energy that snaked towards him. His shield hummed with power as a bubble-like ward manifested around him, catching the bolt and harmlessly tossing the energy away to explode further down the arena. Braden’s teeth cringed as his bones rattled and the hair on his neck bristled. The sheer force of the attack collapsed his left arm, sending his kite shield slamming into his chest and his legs faltering beneath his own weight.A New World by thwackcrackers
His brow furrowed as he painfully regained his composure and stared down the training yard at his Draoll partner. The black vixen stared back, hunched and panting heavily from the strain that the magical attack placed on her. Despite her obvious fatigue the edges of her black lips stretched into a smile and her ruby eyes gleamed with what Braden could only assume was a gloating taunt.
. memes to dismember me with .. memes to dismember me with .. memes to dismember me with . by Amanda-Graham
We want to know who we are, and alone, we find no answers. We turn to the eyes of others inquiring, "Do you know me?" At times we suffer their silences. Much later, in those moments where endings are being approached, we wonder, ‘Was it what they saw of me?’ or ‘Had I made other choices, at some point earlier on, would this moment have been avoided?’
Our meanings, seeing ourselves, occur only as echoes. The sound of footsteps in dark alleys, in Marseille perhaps, where I was uncertain in my language, so involved in thinking that I missed what it was she said softly. I caught only the words "... your beauty is too subtle." These years later, it's come upon me that that was her goodbye and I'd been damned by looking with microscopes at what I thought I was seen as, and that she'd seen what I truly was.
Our minds are flavored by all of the accumulated histori
Choice in the DirectionIf being gay is a choice, then so is being straight, bi, etc..Choice in the Direction by Everlasting90
The truth is we can't choose the feelings,
but we can choose the direction.
. fortune cookie messages .. fortune cookie messages .. fortune cookie messages . by Amanda-Graham
what you want
leather an lather
mirror reflects a glimmer'n light
tilt of helmet
booted and grimacing
- remembers –
' ... i'm about ... '
her loyalty and love
precision of her self-assessment
countered only by the weight
of the rocks tucked in her dress
sisters of the shadows
blurred in passing
ouuuu Clive Barker? umm errr wot about
Hemingway - dead
Plath - still dead
Pynchon - doesn't really exist
my list is long and plays like a wax-tube recording
names and places those writers and poets roamed
while I remained a child trapped by obligations
only reading, imagining, formed scenes far from home
not a come on
simply a moment of
Chapter 1: The Tempest
Young Nyck awoke to the muffled roaring of crashing waves. The shaking boom of thunder seemed to clear his eardrums. His eyelids opened, revealing a blurred vision of lightning striking out of a dark blue overcast sky. He felt his body rock up and down.
Nyck's vision clarified, the lightning striking out of the sky was a pale blue. The smell of rain and the seawater entered his nose. As he lifted himself up, he realized he had been lying on the damp floor of a launch. His eyes widened in bewilderment as he looked around at his nautical surroundings.
Nyck placed a hand on his throbbing head. What happened? How did I get here? Is this a dream? The last thing he remembered was staring at the ceiling of his hotel room from his warm bed, trying to fall asleep.
The undulation of the boat assured him that this was no dream. His stomach felt it was dropping.
Three piles of damp ash surrounded him, some of it spilled from the heaps. He frowned at the mounds. Where did they come from?
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