Poetry, Short Stories or Whatever

[c_jayo6]

Hey Everyone..... Sometimes I write poetry or short stories to just get me through some of my moods. So, I thought it would be a fun thread for us to post our poetry, short stories, or whatever. Posting comments about someones work could be interesting too. Lets just remember to be respectful of peoples post(s).:icon_bigg

I'll go first...here are 2 of my fave poems that I've written...I hope you guys like 'em.

#1

I Am Me

I am Me
That's all I can be
I am tired of standards and the norm
Tired of feeling like a clown waiting to perform
I am miserable and sad at times
Afraid to show the real me or what's behind
I am open-minded and free
accepting of people and who they want to be
I am able to pass no judgement on someones choices
Being judged in my own life I know of its poison
I am happy and joyful sometimes
eager to search the world and see what I can find
I am ready to show the real me
Anticipating marching to my own beat
I am the creator of my destiny
I am Me

#1

Alone

No entrance, trespassing is not an option
the exit is marked, proceed with caution
Get out I say, I want to be alone
To sit and wander into the unknown
I want to avoid contact
I want to evade light
Just let me be with me
My thoughts, my dreams, my needs
No entrance, trespassing is not an option
the exit is marked, leave now without caution.

[Jim1454]

I think they're great! I wish I had some of those creative juices still flowing... if you don't keep it up you'll find they 'dry up' as you get older. So keep it up!

[Steam Giant]

Those were very good, C Jay! I'm terrible with poetry...no matter how hard I try, I can never make it work.

It may not be a good idea for me to post much of my material here, as I write to vent, so my stories are covered with profanity and sometimes some fairly dark themes. Plus, nobody ever wants to read any of my stories, so I really don't write much anymore.

[Balint]

Here is a not-so-uplifting one:


Her.

It's her softly parted lips of perfection
That breathe this humid air.

Contained air;
Like that in a balloon.
Plastic.
Moisture.
Clinging at the sides.
Swilling 'cross the surface.
Rising to the sun.

Still, I stand here
With her.
Canine teeth protrude as she smiles and
I shy away from her eyes;
Pools of black
To drown in.

[c_jayo6]

omg, Balint....I really loved that. Kinda emotional and I got a mental picture of what you were talking about. Great Job, and post more. Steam Giant...I'd LOVE to read some of your dark and twisty stuff. Sometimes thats the best, but if ur not comfortable I understand.

[Steam Giant]

Balint, that was great! Simple and powerful ^^

In a fit of...shall I say, "severe self-criticism," I deleted most of my darker stories, but I'm rebuilding, heh.

This is a snippet from a series of two-page stories I'm writing called Tales of Glory. They're about a mercenary company in the future, and how combat has utterly destroyed them inside. It's not exactly brilliant, heh, but I'm not about to post like five pages of dialogue on a forum. I envy you poets ^^

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“By the Phoenix, Adam, I'm trying to help you!”

“Funny, you mentioning the Phoenix. Lots of inner strength, cutting yourself to solve your problems, putting a gun to your head when that doesn't work. How dare you think you can help me?”

Tessa opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her eyes glistened, and just looking at her made Adam regret what he had said. Enduring the sight of her in this state was punishment enough. She closed her eyes and looked down. The fire left Adam's veins, and he took a step toward her, prepared to apologize.

Her head snapped up again, anger burning behind the scarlet veil of her bangs. “Who the ---- are you to judge me, you ungrateful ----? Yes, my life's been one living hell to the next, but I move on. Yes, I'm a Phoenix. I'm trying find the strength to keep me going. I'm trying. You're always hiding. Every single god damned mission it's me there at your bedside trying to fix your self esteem when all I wanna do is cut my wrists. I'm not putting up with this hole you keep digging yourself into anymore.”

Adam swallowed hard. “Tessa, I-”

Waving her hand, Tessa cut him off. She let out a long breath. “Listen, until you're ready to help yourself, I can't do anything for you. The briefing's at noon. Be there, or don't. You're not my problem anymore.” Turning, Tessa moved for the door, touched the control panel, and left the room.

For a long while, Adam stared at the door, sure of only one fact: that he had screwed up again. The loathing he felt for himself knew no bounds. Slowly, he made his way to the bathroom. The mirror's light blinked on when he stood in front of the sink, and the man he saw disgusted him. A surge of rage pumped through his system, and the next thing he knew, his fist was inside the mirror, a spider web of cracks distorting the reflection. His knuckles burned as blood dribbled down his wrist. His hand shook as he withdrew it, glass shards coming loose as he did so. Clutching the back of his head with both hands, he hunched over the sink and sobbed. All we wanted was strength, the strength to end it all.

[GuitarGirl1350]

NO WAY! OMGI'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A THREAD LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!! I just didn't want to create it because I didn't want to showboat. But prepare for showboating. (I never show anyone these, and I'm desperate for feedback.)

This first one won't make sense to anyone here. You have to live in the Poconos and experience the influx of destruction that has been wreaked. But I shall post it anywho.
To give a bit of background, I live atop a mountain and if you look down you can see my entire village. I do this when I feel pensive. This sprouted the poem.

Electric Stars

Looking off the mountaintop,
I see electric stars below me.
I’ve never seen this place this way before,
With the lights of a new urban revolution glowing beneath me.
I’d never seen the electric stars, never seen the electric stars.

I remember when the stars were only above me,
Glimmering down on a perfect country night
I remember standing at the top of this mountain- my mountain
The last 15 years and seeing the warm glow of inhabitant’s homes-
But never the electric stars, never the electric stars.

This isn’t how it was meant to be, how it used to be
How it should be.
It was the crispest air you’ve ever tasted, the closest to nature you’ll ever be
It was still, tranquil, air and pines
It was undisturbed peace on this little cut of land,
It was this middle-of-nowhere utopia-
but never electric stars, never electric stars below.

But now, I feel this presence of death
I can hear the screaming and pleading of mother earth as she was destroyed,
The eerie howl of the bravura atmosphere being shattered by bulldozers
For the sake of your quarter-million-dollar homes and SUV’s
For the sake of your fucking electric stars, your fucking electric stars.

I hate the electric stars,
For they symbolize the demise of everything I love-
When I look at your new life built on nature’s death
I see post-war wreckage in the middle of the battle
A mother crying as she is told her baby will not survive
There is nothing she can do,
It is in the hands of the electric stars, the careless, careless electric stars.

My baby is in the hands of the electric stars.
The careless, careless electric stars-
Who will let it pass without a second thought.

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A Ballad of Queer Teenaged Romance.

I love you.
I despise you.
I love that I despise you-
I despise that I love you.

Tell me now, does this paradox take the shape of sense?
Or is it simply an abstract form inside the abstract sanctum of my mind-
I’m fighting my emotions like a locomotive tearing through a hurricane.

See, it’s not really you that this anthem goes out to.
I deplore your cowardice and sensuous hold it keeps on you
The arms it wraps around your elegant body
Seem to be of more significance than the human ones I possess-
the same that held you that day, that legendary summer afternoon.

But.
Whilst submitting to the slavery of modern society-
You proclaim cries of anarchy over your lover’s lips
(Lover, turn a deaf ear, you are still able to hear…)
Because you refuse to grab the solid-gold handle on that closet door.

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I don't know what to classify this as but here goes:

Summer is not eternal- it can not be
Therefore, neither can a summer love,
Or a summer rose.
So just as autumn signals the cycle repeating
And a summer rose retreats from the winter chill
A summer love ends-
But don’t let your heart be broken,
Because summer comes around again.
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That's all for now. Mostly because a good chunk of my good stuff is written down on paper and not in word. My computer is the hub for all my disturbing emo poetry. Besides, I think 3 is enough. woot.

[Steam Giant]

Those were very good ^^ I actually work near the Poconos, near Hazleton, though I live further northeast, in the valley. Having lived in our own little field of electric stars, I don't quite have the connection to the wildlife that you do, but I know how beautiful it is up there, and can imagine what it must be like.

[Half-Light]

I write a ton...lol....most of it is really depressing, but here I'll try to post something more positive....

A Window

A memmory through the window
I look and see hope for tomorrow
As I construct my thoughts on silly paper
I can see it all clearly
A rugged past
Wishing I had no ID
I construct ideas at this window
Come now, I cannot wait for tomorrow
A new day
The hard way
I can make it, I can take it
Through rejection and idiocy
both by the way, haunt my dreams
I make it, I can take it
A shield, a way
Wishing you were here to stay
But you say "no way"
With the first time
So I look towards the window
A television of its own
These words just seem to flow
Why are you standing here?
Mirrors make, windows take the minutes away, far away
Silence is the advocate
Noise is the enemy
Depression is a currency
You pay your way with your damn emotions
But a window lets in the air
Air to blow you away
A story on its own
Take your own way home
I passed through the window
I look and see all the hope for tomorrow

-At the time I wrote this, one of my dearest friends was thinking about commiting suicide...and I got so angry that I wrote this...I wasnt sure what I was writing, but I didnt really care...lol...so it's weird, but I dont mind...(by the way, the friend has no more thoughts of suicide...yay!)

Half Light

[Half-Light]

Here is one of my darker poems...

In nights where cold lurks everywhere
Creatures stir and monsters stare
From the woods they hide
And the night reveals why they come out:
For souls to steal.
They tear the heart and eat the liver
The wind blows harder
And the trees quiver
Evil comes and evil goes
But one who knows where evil lies
Find's it for the Master's eyes
Out of luck, the soul is reaped
An arm torn off
Blood from the eyes seep
The monsters return when the sun brings day
The creatures cowardly run away
The damage is done
The light has revealed
Souls no more the bodies feel

[Steam Giant]

Half-Light, those were very good! I particularly enjoyed the first one. Oh, and happy 100th post!

I've been writing more shorts, but I don't think they're appropriate for this site. My latest work relates to suicide, which is a touchy subject here. Heh, I'm focusing a lot on my negative energy this week, becaue this weekend, I'm getting hooked up with anti-depressants. What impact this will have on my creative works, only time will tell.

[Midnight Angel]

This is rather twisty.


Introversion

What happenes when you're in the dark so long the light burns?
On the outside the shell you are smiles and laughs to mask the reality
Inside the dark is your home.
It refuges the part of you that you repudiate.
By entrusting it to the dark, you can ignore it.
Some days you wonder if you should get it over with and release the secret
Let someone in so you aren't alone
"No," the dark hisses, "Nothing good can come of it"
Watching over you like some perverse parent
It badgers you until you give in
After all it must know best
For you to entrust this revolting secret to it
Your revulsion of your secret makes you agree with the dark
It's as close as you can get to erasing it
You don't want to be how you are
Living half a life mercilessly secluding this part of you is the best way to live
After all who can understand?
The symbiosis with the darkness is of enormous help in living fully
Right?
With the help of the dark you can be normal

[Steam Giant]

That was really good, Emperor, and I think a lot of people here will relate to that. For me, it's not so much revulsion (although that is a factor), but also the fact that the voice telling you that it's best to keep it a secret is a part of you, so not trusting that voice is like distrusting yourself, which is a pretty scary thing.

[Midnight Angel]

Aww thanks steam giant. They only way im creative is through writing like that so i thought id give it a shot. Glad it worked

[Half-Light]

that was good poem, EmperorDJT...and thanks, Steam Giant, the second poem I posted just came to me when my mother and I first moved into our new house, which has these eerie looking woods behind it...lol...and, yes, the first poem is about a friend of mine who has considered talking his life away, and I got mad and took it out on paper not really knowing what to right because I was so furious...lol...so yeah

Half-light

[Midnight Angel]

Thanks Half-Light ^ ^. I think yours are better than mine though. All I really did was take some hatred and put it in words. Whatever words came to mind I wrote but yours seem like you put way more thought into them.

[Half-Light]

Aww but yours was so good, EmporerDJT! The times that I wrote those poems I was really upset, or very confused...and I have been writing for a long time now (thats including short stories and books that I am writing...I know, crazy, right?...lol) The only reason I started writing was because I found it as an outlet to get away from my problems, atleast for a little while (at the time I started writing I was going through my parents seperation)...as to putting thought into the poems, I really just wrote down what I thought, and even then I didnt even really know what I was thinking, I was just blurting out words...so yeah...lol

Half-light

[Midnight Angel]

Yeah see i basically did the same thing, wrote down whatever was there at the time

[SpikySpice]

Well, I love to write poems. I have a stack of poems taht I made up. I also update soome in my blog . But as I read them they sound so silly, so I delete them (they've been written since last year, wen my vocabularies were broad). now I only have 1 in my blog
Sometimes it's really hard to make poem wen i have to make all the ends rythm together, and make the poem sound nonsence:lol:

[Midnight Angel]

Oh come now i bet they cant be that bad. Im a firm believer in non rhyming poetry cause i suck at rhyming and the poem sounds corny to me if i try to make it rhyme

[Midnight Angel]

I think I'll have a go at another one


Confusion

I'm a good person
I don't cheat, steal, rarely lie
Yet I'm cursed to be different
Why?
Maybe I'm not as good as I want to believe
I must have done something to have this dark cloud hang over my shoulder
But what?
It had to be bad to warrant this punishment
Enduring an emotional roller coaster on daily basis is rather harsh
But the punishment must fit the crime right?
Life is great and enjoyable except for this silent hex
Everything happens for a reason
Or does it?
An odious affliction for which there is no cure
But why?
I'm a good person.

[Half-Light]

Cool poem!...I can totally relate at times

Here is another of mine

Lower House

Can I believe in your affection?
Can I see your lying?
Or what is the big deal?
I want to know the answer
Becuase I'm not sure if I'm wasting time
I don't think anyone likes me
An empty void is all I ever reach
Can someone be kind to me?
I am too a human being
Please treat me like a human being
No one should be deprived of one's own family
No one should be cast lower just because they are in a lower house
I am in the lower house
I tried moving up,
but nothing happened
A child shouldn't be treated this way


-I wrote this 2 years ago

[Half-Light]

Here is another dark one...

Plague

In stillness and in plague
My memory starts to fade
And everything's vague
I wish to die this very night
I am sick of putting up this useless fight
Through all the crying and the sickness
In my bed all crouched and coiled
My screams and blood boils
My heart fades as sight goes with dusk
They tell me not to give up,
but I see that I must
To horror and disease
I ask you Lord, please?
Spare me as I lay on my knees
Give me more strength
Give me more courage
My dying heart fill with clean blood to flourish
Let light consume the night
and my soul to darkness,
Save me...

[Midnight Angel]

oooh Half-Light I love them both! ^ ^ I hope you do more!

[Steam Giant]

Those were really good, guys! I'm thoroughly enjoying this thread!

I guess it's time I contributed again, huh? Here goes! (warning, if suicide is a touchy subject for you, don't read on)

His breath came slow. His entire body rose and fell as he filled his lounges with the cool midnight air. The concrete on which he sat was far from comfortable, but this triviality was far from his mind. For the first time in years, he was unafraid. With his left hand empty, resting on his lap, his right fished around in his jacket pocket. The fingers found metal, and without command, enwraped the object. After so many tearful nights, this one would be different. This night would bring change.

Staring longingly down at the bare skin of his left arm, he withdrew the object. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned the clean, razor-sharp blade. The sliver of metal glowed in the moonlight, highlighting its edges. Slowly, he guided it to the flesh. The cold steel graced his arm near the elbow, and gently glided down toward the hand, coming to rest at his wrist. He was so very close to the peace he had sought, the solution to his never ending pain. He ordered his arm to apply pressure, and the blade moved ever so slightly, pressing up against the skin.

He felt a small bite, and became a statue. A hint of fear managed to cloud his clear mind, and he pleaded with his arm to follow the command. Try as he might, the blade remained still, his entire arm frozen. Fear turned to panic. Grinding his teeth, he exerted every ounce of willpower left in his soul. In his mind, he was slicing his hand off completely, but in reality, his body merely shivered. His bravery ebbed; the uncertainty had returned. Tears formed, and rolled down his cheeks. In a sudden burst of movement, he threw the knife away, where it clattered into the shadow. Drawing his legs in, he hugged his knees.

Sobs filled the night air as he cursed his frail soul, the very bravery that kept him alive. Perhaps some day, the courage he possessed would reveal itself to him in its true form. For now, survival would suffice. For now, his own existence would be enough to bring him hope. He may not have known it then, but that night, he truly felt alive, and while he allowed fear to once again envelop his being, he would not allow it to rule his life.

[c_jayo6]

This stuff you guys are posting is sooooooooooooo great. Keep up the good work. I'm gonna have to really put some of my best stuff up here

[William]

I wrote this in memory of my dad - It's very short and I'm no good at rhyming so it doesn't rhyme well.

The feet that ran with mine have found their goal,
The eyes that met my eyes have looked on Night.
The hands that guided mine are now no more than dust.
My name will not be called again, not by that voice I trust.

But where is he now? Gone forever? No, not so.
All things are written in the mind. Enclosed in that little space,
The wind of memory stirs the dust into little eddies there.
Fragments of all we have known, and loved, and found fair.

The moving leaves are there, the sunlight on the snow, the morning air.
A gentle smile is there, and a caring hand, running roughly through your hair.

[Half-Light]

What's Inside

There are things to me
which no one understands
Some things about me
that no one really knows
Just wanting a friend who likes me for me
I want people to understand
To not make fun of me
I know it is a childish thing to say
but its the truth
Sometimes we act like we don't care
but we actually do
Where did I go wrong?
I need a friend
who can help me to get up
to where the world never ends
Someone who doesn't lie
Who tells the truth
Just wish they were nice
Than to be a threat
Feeling stupid for no reason
Always feeling ashamed
Wish someone would see right through
all the past mistakes
See past my physical being
Help me! Please?
I don't know who I am
Or what I'm about
I'm never going to get far
I'm dumb, I'm stupid. That's what I tell myself.
I need someone to tell me I'm wrong
I need someone to look me straight in the eye
and tell me what I am
Not what I tell myself
What's really inside...

5/25/06

[Half-Light]

I am going home
Whether you like it or not
Whether I'm bad or good
See you on the other side
Don't cheat your way out
Because that's your stopping point
Be patient.
Don't give this gift (privelege) up
Way too precious for words
See you one the other side

1/15/07

[Midnight Angel]

Half-Light, you're really good at this!

[Half-Light]

aww thank you...I am pulling these poems from a journal that I write evrything in, so some of them are new and others are older...but thanks for all the kind words!

[Midnight Angel]

Isolation


The hate, misery and pain
Bend them to your will
Unquestioning allies
Understanding what no one else possibly could
How is it that you can be in a crowd
Yet are hopelessly alone?
Of course there are those who say they can help
That there are others like you
So you aren't alone
But they don't really get it
You neither like nor feel "proud" of your situation
So even with the "help"
There's only you
You and the misery in which you take solace

[Half-Light]

awesome dude^^

[Midnight Angel]

Thanks ^ ^

[Half-Light]

Day is Deadly

There is a difference in the night. I can sense it. The trees sing a song unlike the others. A chill has taken likeness to the wind.
Street lights came on three hours ago. It is almost 11:00 p.m. I thirst for my usual liquid. The Fall has made me this way. When will it end?
Ciel has rejected me. I have been banished to walk the streets of this town. My sentence will be but another thousand years…
*
“A great day has come!” The stars were scattered throughout the black canvas that looked down on us. “I am the Sovereign, now! I am king. The earth is mine.”
The others and I traced the voice to a figure standing proudly in front of us. The monster I saw stared down at us with flaming eyes. He had four faces to which two eyes belonged. The face looking towards us was that of a man’s; to the right, a lion’s; to the left, a bull’s; and in the back, an eagle’s.
From the crowd I heard someone yell, “Hail Natias!” and everyone repeated and yelled.
The yelling went on for several minutes. I screamed the words as well, but in my mind I knew I had made a mistake. I thought I was doing the right thing. I actually had it so much better. I had paradise. Why did I give it away? My idiocy haunts me.
*

[Half-Light]

Old Bridge holds no hope for me. I must move once again. I have no home, except for the one I am lost from. Earth is like a weight attached to my body. I am held in prison. Life is meaningless. I have no identity. Humans are my only comfort…
I couldn’t even ask for redemption. Too much time has passed. My wings have been clipped. I still have scars from the clipping. I am reminded everyday of the pain I went through. My suffering is well deserved, though.
Day is coming. I can’t leave this town just yet. My skin can’t handle the sun’s rays. It is a part of punishment. Day is my past, night is my future. Beyond the last night is the end for me, and the beginning for the redeemed.
*
“Scatter forth and make your way through these humans! It is now a part of your life. In order to exist we must make numbers.” Natias said.
We did as he told, and in a couple of years time, most of the Fallen had married and had children with the humans. I was one with the majority. My wife had three children. Each grew as tall as I, but I would never see them past the age of eighteen.
One night, a very silent night, the rains came. The droplets were small, but searing hot. By the next week the ground had been covered. My human family would be drowned by the next couple of days. Soon the whole Earth was flooded, but one family remained. I would survive because of them, and so would many others of my blood…*

[Half-Light]

As the sun rises, I enter a lonely house. The light reveals the house’s rugged features. Shattered are the small windows that stare at the sun’s godly appearance.
The door hangs loosely open on its hinges. It is already open. The fresh scent of human flesh lingers in the presence of the threshold. I walk in.
Termites have rotted the floorboards. I step carefully, hoping my body doesn’t fall through. Creaking racks my anxiety, but I must hide from the light outside.
I stop and look around for my escape. A spiral staircase winds its way to an upstairs room. From outside I saw no windows upstairs. This will be my shelter from the day. As I walk up the steps, the iron creaks and cringes. The scent of a human grows stronger…
*
My first taste of human blood. From that moment on I would be bound to this world until its own end. I should have had kept to eating in my animal spirit, but the hunger could not be fulfilled. The bat in me took over.
The girl (my dinner) wouldn’t be sufficient. She was too bitter. I figured I liked blood sweet. This was my new calling. I had departed from the evils of Natias and had created my own. I would start a new revelation.
Some of my kind would say that I was naïve. I may still have been young, but I had no doubts. If my kind had to fall, man would suffer with us. Their death would now be our pleasure; my pleasure.
I find it amusing how human hearts are so emotional. I once had the same kind of emotion where I could love and feel. Now I only love crimson life and feel pain. My heart was attached to my wings.
I looked for my next human, but what I found was more…
*

[Half-Light]

At the last step I peered through a doorway leading to my new room. The scent of human is coming from here. Maybe I will get dinner as well as good days slumber.
I open the door with my pale hands: my skin as white as fresh snow. The door opens up easily, giving into a light push. Darkness invites me in. As I walk in the room a quiet but rigid voice calls to me, “What do you want with me?” The voice belongs to a girl, a young woman.
I can see her. My eyes are now well adjusted to the dark. She is crouched in the corner with her head in her lap and her arms over her head.
“Are you Death?” she asks, “I am not afraid of you!”
I run over to her and kneel down. I push back her arms and look into her eyes. In her hand is a torch without a flame. I didn’t see it glow before, but as it brushes past her head, the light reveals her beautiful hair. The color so beautiful it could make men stop in their tracks.
“Girl, if I was Death, I would have killed you already. I am only an advocate. I could kill you if I wanted, but first I must know why you aren’t afraid of me.”
The girl looks up, but not at me. Her gray eyes reminded me of my first kill. The first I killed was a girl. That girl also had gray eyes, but the girl’s eyes in front of me already look dead.
“I am not afraid of you because dying would be a much better fate than living in this town; living at all.”
I must say that I would have to agree with her on some level. I would rather die and go to Hades than live on Earth. This makes me see a difference in the girl: a difference and a similarity from my first victim. They both look very much alike. The difference that actually amazes and haunts me is that she isn’t dead yet. Usually I do not hold on to my victims for so long, and at this thought I say, “You are very foolish as a human to speak such nonsense!”
She responds, “Why am I foolish? Death is natural. Most people may be scared about dying, but I could care less.”
“You are a very silly girl.” I say, “I should end your life now!”
This time she looks in my eyes, but they seem to pass right through me. “I am a runaway. No one cares about me. You can make it gruesome if you want. I know how your kind kills.” She pulls back her lovely hair and shows her neck, just waiting for me to get to her…
*

[Half-Light]

“I should have your head! You have decided to leave my army of Fallen and defy me. You will suffer even longer, for now you have placed a heavier punishment upon yourself.” said Natias.
I laid there prostrate in front of his throne. My eyes became glued to the grotesque features of his scaly feet. The talons unsettled me. He could rip me apart not only with his feet, but his even longer fingernails.
“Your punishment is this, Fallen: You are to feed on human flesh and blood for all your days on Earth. Your immortality will make you suffer day, but endure night.”
I looked to him, but said nothing. He took his flaming sword that lay next to him and cast it at me. I tried to move, but it stuck me in the heart. My once angelic blood spilled all over the ground. I was empty, but I lived. He was allowing me to live.
“Don’t you see, Fallen? In order to replenish your body, you must drink human blood. If you do not drink of human blood, immense pain shall haunt your immortality.” As soon as Natias cast me out of Hades and back to Earth, my inevitable thirst had begun.
*

[Half-Light]

“You know nothing of me, girl.” She looks away, and I notice her hair again. I touch it. Feelings of silk unnerve my sense of touch. I let go and it falls so beautifully. How could something so dead be so beautiful?
“Death is beautiful.” I say under my breath. The girl pulls away and puts her head on the wall. I do not understand her. Throughout many centuries of my curse, I have never seen a more difficult human being. It’s almost unnatural.
“Death isn’t beautiful.” she says. “Death is natural, but I know that not everything natural is beautiful.”
I smile at this last word. I stand up, and my knees crack from kneeling down. The girl does not look at me this time. I examine her for awhile, and I ponder the thought of how this young one came to be this way. But it is not in my nature to ponder such things. My night will not be spent in this room. The girl’s apparent incompetence possesses me to leave with these thoughts and I must not think anymore. I finally come to a conclusion.
“Girl, you do not know what you have just done. You have just escaped death.”

[Half-Light]

^this is one of my short stories I wrote late last year. I entered it into a contest and didn't win, but hay, life goes on...this is my first ever dark-themed stories...enjoy!

[Midnight Angel]

ooooooh that was good. In case you didnt notice I love dark themed stuff lol ^ ^

[Miaplacidus]

I had read that one a while ago, as you know, Half-Light. You know my opinion already but I want to make it public. I think that story is pretty good and that you have potential as a writer. Keep writing!

[Half-Light]

wow we got some fast readers...lol...j/k

[Midnight Angel]

LOL everyone in school says the same thing which is why i refuse to read aloud

[Half-Light]

its all kool...my friend at school reads so fast you cant understand him when he reads aloud...lol...its so funny...so yeah...

[Midnight Angel]

Hatred


This thing we have
They say it isn't a disease
Yet why are we treated like it is?
Alot of people hate what we are
So should we?
Eventually you come to hate what you are
Majority rules in society
So they must be right about this too
The intense hatred might one day
Burn the "bad" part of you away

[Midnight Angel]

Wow i need more uplifting ones......

[Half-Light]

I'm crying for you
I'm praying for you
I'm dying for you
I'm putting my whole damn soul into saving you
You say your listening
Then take the advice
You think I'll be leaving
Then tell me to leave
I won't
I'll stay
For once I wish it were my way
Because you would be safe
And I forget
Everything in past's regrets
I love you,
even though you don't acknowledge it
Please let me reach out
I can't live without you
Y-O-U, three letters
Its all it takes
Just say the words you know
Which all own my heart to break
But I'll keep you, always


Wrote this last night...after having a fight ith a friend

[Miaplacidus]

I'd like to publish what I have written here, but I can't... you see it's too, well, erotic for Empty Closets. Anyone interested (and 18+) can PM me and I'd be glad to provide him/her with links to my stories (or maybe I'd just e-mail them). They involve sexual contacts between two or more consenting young men (again, 18 plus). The have a plot, though, they aren't just "f*** tales" as someone once put it.

[Half-Light]

Everything just a mess
I have to confess
I loved him and now he's with the enemy
The one who knew
I can't undo what has been done
So I fall under the night sky
Till morning is bright
And I can think clearly
But I will always miss him
What it could have been
And now a past wanting to be forgotten
No more.
It's over forever and I can't see
Why is everything such a mystery?

[aprilblue426]

well, halflight, that's a great question. personally, though, i like having a mystery to solve every now and then. it's just sometimes i get stuck on something and i can't solve the damn thing. that's when i get frustrated...
*AHEM* aaannnyyyway...i have some amateur poetry to share with u all:
Hope
The light shows me
What I don’t want to see
The light shows me
Who I don’t want to be
The light shows me
The one I’d love to love
The light shows me
What I can only dream of
This is why I need the night
Because the blinding light doesn’t feel right
This is why I can’t understand
Why it’s wrong
To hold your hand
The darkness covers me
Like the rolling sea
A calm reminder
Of what was meant to be
I wish I could
Be everything to you
I wish this could
Mean anything to you
As I look up at the stars
I see at last how beautiful
They really are
Maybe
Just maybe
There could be some hope
For you and me

-----------------------------

The Real Me
If I could see you right now
I’d tell you how much I love you
How every time I see you
I try to hide how I really feel
Behind smiling eyes
And a quiet hello
But you don’t see me
Not really
If you could see me
You’d see me crying
On my hands and knees
Whispering softly
Why can’t you love me
Why can’t I love myself
Why does it always have to be this way
Why can’t I tell you
And then you’d here more whispers
But
They don’t come from you
They don’t come from me
They come from everyone around
Laughing
Hating
Discriminating
Telling me it’s not right
Telling me I’m not right
Telling me not to love you
And all because of what?
Because I allowed you to see
What I never let anyone see
I trusted you
You used to trust me
Until I fell
In love with you
Until I’d hoped you fell
In love with me
Until you saw
The real me
------------------------------

...yeah. that's all i got.
all u guys have talent, by the way. keep writing. u never know: u might inspire someone. :)

[Half-Light]

Unfortunate events laid here
My blood screams here
The body was there
The betrayal of my world crashed
With every word said
One for every lie
Now a trickling of one's life mistake
May all of the wounds be worsened at the stake
All of the lies and the greatest deception
Come under one roof
There is no exception
Except one
But every heart bleeds for one but me,
Who knows truths unseen
This maybe the last time you see me
Unless you go to the scene
Where change can be rearranged
When the skies reveal the grayness of a world sickly in trouble
A sappystory comes together
They say a love will last forever
But war is war and it is mine
For every lie is still one word
The casket reveals the greatest mistake
But once the funeral is done
A heart will become undone
and you will forget about me once I leave
Every heart bleeds for one but me,
Who knows truths unseen
This may be the last time you see me
Unless you go to the scene
Where change can be rearranged
Every heart, bleed, but mine,
This may be the last time you ever see me.

[Half-Light]

good poems aprilblue^^

[SpikySpice]

Okay, I decided to post one, too. Eventhough I'm not really confident on vocabularies and things like that. This one is from my blog, if you already read it, read the next post then.

The DarK World

Trying to open my eyes
As wide as they could be
But the darkness of the night
Is always wrapping over me

Through my eyes, the world is burning
Into pieces, falling to the ground
Tear from heaven is falling
But couldn’t put out the fire around

What everybody is doing
Is to scratch and tear my skin
Oh, please stop, your nails are hurting
But it was not really my sin

Dark shadow moving around
Like ghosts trying to scare me
I was searching for the sound
Of the littlest heartbeat in me

I’m totally lost in the dark
Where angles could never reach
My bones are falling apart
As people playing hide and seek

Why do they only give me lies?
No love, no warmness, nothing
Alone and lonely in the cold night
I don’t know what I am searching

I can’t believe how dumb my eyes are
Only see everything as sweetness
While people leaving me scars
Sadness, depress, a big mess, stress

But I swear that I won’t cry
Because my eyes are all dried
I swear I won’t want to die
And just wanna survive the nights...

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[Steam Giant]

Wow, very good posts, everyone! Aprilblue, if you've got more material, I'd love to read it!

Here's another snippet from Tales of Glory. This one is more light hearted, but once again, I can't post the entire thing, because it'd be one crazy long post ; ;

--

“I said no, and that's final,” Kosal said, attempting to concentrate on the circuit board before him.

“Please,” Alicia pleaded. “You know you can trust me. When have I ever let you down?”

Kosal sighed as he extracted a tool from his belt and pressed it against the board. “Six months ago you asked to watch one of our prisoners, the one who you claimed shot you prior to his apprehension. You asked me to trust you alone with them, and I did. Two hours later-”

Alicia shook her head. “No, I told you before, it was an accident!”

“Last month you left the ship without permission to speak with a merchant you'd dealt with earlier, someone who you discovered cheated you out of some money. Do you have any idea how many security officials had to be bribed because of what you did to him?”

“I left him alive,” she said, smiling, “and if he were an honest businessman, I'd say that he's still alive today, but the way he operates I doubt it. He had it coming.”

Kosal stopped his work and placed the tool on the worktable. He turned to regard Alicia, staring down his blue-scaled snout at the small, innocent-looking blond. “Put yourself in my shoes, Alicia. If one of your employees consistently failed at a given task and later requests to preform said task when it is absolutely necessary that the task is accomplished properly, would you honor their request?”

“You don't wear shoes, you wear boots.” When Kosal rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the board, Alicia continued. “I'd let her do it. People can change. That was a long time ago, Kosal. You can count on me!”

Trying very hard not to grind his tool against the delicate circuit board out of frustration, Kosal clutched it tightly and continued to work. “One month is a long time ago?”

“Yes, ancient history!”

Certain that this task was impossible as long as his companion was present, Kosal again set down his tool and turned completely to look down on the girl. “Then how about last week, when you hospitalized the man who you claimed to have taken your seat in the arcade, when you had confused the game that you were playing with the game that he was playing.”

Alicia furrowed her brow. “Who told you that? That's not what happened at all! I was done with the game I was playing. That guy must have seen me going for the other game, and beat me to the chair on purpose! I had to teach him a lesson.”

Anger flared in Kosal's eyes. “Just yesterday you shot a man in the face for telling you that the bus you were boarding was full!”

“Yeah,” Alicia confirmed, shrugging. “One less person meant more room for me.”

“You shot the driver!”

“I know! Served him right, too!”

[Midnight Angel]

I like yours Aprilblue! Steam, that sounds interesting from what you posted

[joeyconnick]

Here's a poem, somewhat uplifting:

One Night

I want to hold on to that night when we met
Because I can't hold on to you
Two strangers sharing more than possible
And if your heart belonged to another
I didn't care:
You were mine for that one night

Everything about you screaming, "Run away"
I chose to take what I could have
I knew what I could not

That one night
You held me and I felt loved
You whispered and I heard music
You touched me and I felt my heart melt

The night ended
The music stopped
And I found myself alone again

Some might think I have nothing
But I have you for that night
That one night
And one night is so much more than most ever have

You were mine for that one night
And I was yours

[joeyconnick]

And okay one more... I really don't have many uplifting ones. *grin*


This Photo of Me, Smiling

This photo of me, smiling
Is such a shock.
In every photo previous
I am awkward, ill-at-ease, unhappy,
Artificial.
My face, a mask that I could not
Remove. The strength I sought denied me
Because I would not face the truth.

When I finally did, it (as they say) set me free.
Yet people still ask me if it is worth
The fear, the hatred, and the prejudice.
Oh yes, I tell them, oh yes
For that Unholy Trinity no longer binds me.

What would you give to be yourself? I ask in return.
They look at me, puzzled.
They have not realised
That who I was before was no more me
Than a flat image in a mirror,
A dull reflection—
All that went before, blurred and sluggish.

The picture is in focus now:
No more awkward poses and plastic smiles.
The camera captures happiness and peace of mind,
A naturalness I now possess.

So when people ask if it is worth the price I pay
To be myself
I look at them, puzzled,
As, deep inside, a small voice
(which could, I think, level mountains)
Wells up:
Oh yes, it says, oh yes.

[Midnight Angel]

That was uplifting. A break in the darkness and depression we've been having ^^

[Half-Light]

hehe...yes uplifting was in order...lol...i'll try to keep down on the depressing and dark stuff

[xxAngelOnFirexx]

*cough* *cough* Heres a random poem of mine.


Unrequited Love of a Dying Lost Soul

Pour out thy soul in a single cry.
Not to be heard by the unlistened ear.
Anguish only detected by the glimpse of the eye.
Bloody cuts just hidden by blankets of fear.
Razor blades kiss the unscarred skin,
Letting the wounds rip so far apart.
Salty tears falling gently within.
Making pain seer down to the heart.
A rose petal falls down to the floor.
But look at the crimson beauty of this?
Leaving the injured yearning for more,
Such pain will thee sorrowfully miss.
A gun to the head with a blow that could kill,
With a person long past wishing for life.
Creates a sad story of wrong used will.
Made true with a sharp steady knife.
How could you ignore their innocent fate,
When they hang themselves to die?
For I suppose you'd be much to late,
When they pour out their souls in a cry.
But let me leave you on a much higher scale.
Not all such people are bad.
They just seem to think that in life they’ll just fail,
When inside they are really just sad.

[William]

Here's a poem, somewhat uplifting:

One Night

I want to hold on to that night when we met
Because I can't hold on to you
Two strangers sharing more than possible
And if your heart belonged to another
I didn't care:
You were mine for that one night ...



That was awesome - I really like that poem. :thumbsup:
I wish that will happen for me one day.

[joeyconnick]

That was awesome - I really like that poem. :thumbsup:
I wish that will happen for me one day.Hey glad you liked it! Yeah, it was a pretty neat night.

[Steam Giant]

Wow, great poems Joey, Writergurl! I'm really liking this thread! So much variety ^^

Here's yet another snippet from Tales of Glory. I'm kind of personally attached to the opening of this one (and again, the opening is all I can post here) because I've done similar things in the past. Also, what is more clearly stated later on, Karley has a knack for detecting one's strengths, but because of her frail ego, she just takes them as reasons why everyone around her is better than she is.

--

The cabinet was silent. Karley could barely hear her own breath. Eyes closed tightly, she tried her best to control her breathing. Her arms tightened, drawing her legs closer to her chest. She trembled all over, and felt so sick that she wanted to vomit. Digging her fingernails into the flesh on the back of her arms, she focused on the biting pain, anything to distract her from her own thoughts. Tears began to well up, but were promptly halted as she dug deeper into her arms and bit down on her own tongue.

A clattering sound from outside of her steel prison froze her in place. Her eyes went wide, and her breath stopped. From the sound of things, someone was cooking. Fear began to course through Karley's veins, and she willed the mystery person to do without the pots that were supposed to be stored in her cabinet. The distant, heavy sound of bootsteps meant another individual had entered the kitchen. She narrowed the possibilities down to one of three people based on this sound alone.

“Mel, you seen Karley?” This voice belonged to Brian, a hardened tank of a man who prided himself on his survivability. He surpassed Karley in his superior marksmanship, brute strength, and of course, his endurance.

“No I haven't,” Mel answered. She was a better cook than Karley, and possessed greater people skills, as well as a much more vast technical knowledge. “Is this about the announcement?”

A moment of silence indicated either a nod or a shake of the head. “Why the hell is it nobody can ever find her when she's needed?” Karley cursed her own unreliability.

“She's a loner, Brian. She doesn't like being around people.”

“Then maybe she shouldn't have boarded a starship,” Brian spat. “In the name of the Phoenix, if its privacy she's after, where the hell is she gonna go? The vents?”

More silence. “I know where she is,” Mel said.

Karley was a statue. Fear had frozen her solid. What would the others think if they saw her like this? What would they say to her? About her? Her fingers slowly raked her forearms and her teeth ground. She cursed her stupidity, her weakness. Her shame became a physical pain in her chest, and she began to shiver.

“Where,” Brian asked.

“She'll come out when she's ready,” Mel said.

“She needs to report to Kosal pronto. This is important. I need to know where I can find her.”

“Sorry Brian, I can't tell you. She'll be by shortly, I'm sure.”

The big man sighed angrily and stormed out. Karley's relief was nearly palpable as his bootsteps faded into silence, and she resumed her breathing.

[Half-Light]

I tried creating a more uplifting one, lets see:

Waking up on a Sunday
Running my fingers through my hair
Knowing everything is alright
Even though it may not be fair
I'm alive
And I am thankful
I am greatful
I am breathing
I am seeing
and everything is OK
There are problems
I've made mistakes
But I have those who know its alright
I dont need to fight
Now a smile on my face
Walking out of this place
I am leaving for the better
Goodbye!

[Midnight Angel]

Depressing is easiest for me to work with :icon_bigg



Torn


A house divided can not stand
The internal civil war threatening to tear you apart
Lying in the middle of the battlefield
Caught between the forces of reality and expectation
Not knowing where to go
They both pull on you
Each hoping for an ally to beat the other
But something's gotta give
You can't be dually pulled on forever
But neither side seems appealing
Is it worth it to choose one over the other?
Or simply be annihilated in the war?

[Half-Light]

I know...it was like pulling teeth for that last one I posted...lol

[aprilblue426]

hm. thanks, all of u for the compliments :)
btw,writergurl? i like your style. it's interesting, that old-english stuff (ya know, "thy", etc.) wish i could do that.
oh an' steam giant? keep updating on your stories. you're really good :P
i think im liking this, so im just gonna randomly come by here every once in a while, read a few things, and maybe post something.
this one's for a friend who moved away. it's short an' sweet. hope you guys like it!

Unbreakable

When I see you
Smile
All my troubles disappear
When I see you
Cry
All I want to do
Is catch your tears
And hold you near
Through happiness
Through sadness
Through everything in between
You know I’ll be there
Until you ask me to leave
The only thing more difficult
Than saying goodbye
Is trying to break a friendship
That you know is
Unbreakable

…And may it never die

i would put up more, but...i'll save 'em for later. keep writing! i LOVE reading your stuff, guys!!! *...embarassed about enthusiastic outburst, blushes and runs away...*

[Steam Giant]

Two more great poems! Good job Emperor, Aprilblue! You guys are really talented ^^

As for me, I've just about exhausted the things I can post here. Everything else would at least require me to paste two pages worth of story into a thread, and I can't really do that, heh. I'll try to write some shorter stories to post here, but otherwise, unless I learn poetry, my posts will be few, heh.

I tried haiku once
It really didn't work out
Poems aren't my thing :P

[William]

Nobody liked my poem - and don't write in now, its too late, LOL! :lol:

[joeyconnick]

Hey well I LIKED it a lot... but I'm late. And you're fishing! :p

[Steam Giant]

I liked your poem, Willie! It was very moving ^^ your dad is blessed to have your love.

At the time, there were like ten thousand posts between your poem and my next comment, so I ended up saying "Wow, very good posts, everyone!" so I didn't have to type everybody's name ^^`

Seriously, there isn't a single poem that's been posted here that I haven't enjoyed ^^ and I really did like yours!

[Steam Giant]

I've found something else to post ^^ although, one or two of you may or may not have seen it already, as it's the only story I have on display on my website. It's a clip from a story I wrote as a seinor in highschool called Open the Door, the first complete short story I'd written, and was very heavily based on my own highschool experiences. Open the Door serves as a good example of why you shouldn't take highschool too seriously, which I was guilty of.

I also appologize in advance for this story being somewhat poorly written, at least by my standards. Like I said, it's an older story.

--

Somehow, she had survived her mathematics class and now entered the English classroom. Immediately after roll was called, the teacher demanded his homework, causing Shannon to once again gasp. Damn! I didn't do my homework! I spent all evening on the computer! How could I be so stupid? What a pathetic little-

She looked up. She was now face-to-face with her teacher, who had his hand extended. Oh, how will I explain this to him? I can't tell him that I didn't do it! What do I do?

"Your homework, Miss Grey," the teacher demanded in his commanding voice.

"I...uh...lost it. I'm sorry...."

The teacher made a grunting noise, then moved on to the student behind her. She lowered her head. Great, now everyone thinks I'm stupid. How could someone lose their homework? I'll bet he saw right through my lie. He knows that I didn't do it. What a moron I am. As she was sulking, she didn't hear the student behind her give a similar excuse for not having the homework, nor did she hear the other four students in the class that didn't complete theirs. In her mind, she was the only one at fault. Everyone seemed to be good at school but her, as though she didn't fit in. I never fit in, Shannon thought, biting back the tears. Everyone else is so much better at life than I am. I never know what to do. I can't even manage to get my homework done for the next day. Just how stupid am I? What a disgrace I must be to mom....

She survived until lunch, which she spent at a table by herself. Behind her, she could hear another table full of people burst out into laughter, and she couldn't help but to think that they were laughing at her. The food was poorly cooked, cold and too expensive. The soda can had ice in it, and none dared to even near the milk. Whenever she looked up from her tray, it seemed that one or more people were staring at her, then would return their heads to their friends and laugh. What a joke I've become, she thought. Some days I wish I had never been born.

Gym class came later on, which was always the most embarrassing experience of the day. She was completely inept at any kind of sport, and she wasn't in good shape to boot. People would openly complain when she screwed up, and every time her team lost, she blamed herself. This day they were to run a mile, a task that she had failed. Once again, she did not notice that others failed as well, and that she had only failed by a mere ten seconds. To her, she was the worst athlete in the entire school, and the retest was just there to rub it in. As she looked up at the school, the sun shone on the windows, making it impossible to see in. She knew that they were there, though. She knew that every window was filled with her peers, pointing, laughing, mocking her every move. She looked away and wiped the tears from her eyes. They can't see me cry, she thought. If they do, then it's all over.

[aprilblue426]

wow, steam giant! great story, as always :D
btw, i know it's too late, but willie, i went back an' read ur poem! i enjoyed it. as a matter of fact, as steam giant already said, "Seriously, there isn't a single poem that's been posted here that I haven't enjoyed ^^ and I really did like yours!"
keep it up, guys :icon_wink

[Half-Light]

With eyes worn from sleep deprivation
Your mouth open with no words
Beaten, bruised
Being used
for sick little s*** like this
And I couldn't be there for you
I couldn't see right through you
You see everything so blindly
as do I so dumbly
He was evasive, not letting up on secrecy
Lies and terror
Thats the life you lead now
Please, forgive me and I'll help you get out
You can't feel your legs as well as your fingers
Believe your soul will linger here
I can help you
Let me help you
with this mistake you can't undo

[Half-Light]

I've always seen the world with closed eyes
I never realized
Should have known what's outside
I never even said hello to you
Maybe I was too shy
Wanting to run away and hide
Now I regret never saying anything
Everything's still the same
Can it ever change?
My view of life takes its own road
Am I meant to be alone?
I don't want to be alone
So when I find you again
I'll try one last time
I might not believe what I'll find
Because you are really true
Never nothing but you
And you can make me who I am
I see you bathing in white light
but I am still in the dark
Can you help?
I don't know
But I need you...

[Midnight Angel]

oooh that stuff's really good!

[aprilblue426]

man, half-light: im at a loss for words!!

[Half-Light]

thanks everyone for all the feedback. I really appreciate it. I don't get noticed on my writing and stuff very often, so its nice. I have been going through a really hard time lately and everything just plays itself on paper and then comes to you all. I hoep you enjoy everything. And other writers, keep up the good work! your doing great. I will post whatever more poems come up...

Half-light

[Steam Giant]

As I'd told you earlier, Half Light, those were awesome poems! Keep cranking them out ^^

[William]

I liked your poem, Willie! It was very moving ^^ your dad is blessed to have your love.

At the time, there were like ten thousand posts between your poem and my next comment, so I ended up saying "Wow, very good posts, everyone!" so I didn't have to type everybody's name ^^`

Seriously, there isn't a single poem that's been posted here that I haven't enjoyed ^^ and I really did like yours!

Thanks, my dad actually died a long time ago, that's why I wrote this about him. But like Joey said, I was sort of fishing coz no one said anything about it. Actually I wasn't even fishing, but I wanted to know if anyone knew what it was about. But I wasn't pissed about it, I was making a sort of joke. :lol:

[Steam Giant]

I understood that he passed away, I kind of expected some confusion over what I'd said. He may be gone from this world, but he still has your undying love ^^ evident in the awesome poem you showed us!

As far as joking, I did detect a hint of sarcasm, but wasn't certain if there was some truth behind it or not ^^ either way, your poem was very good, and I wouldn't complain if you subjected us to more of your works!

[William]

I understood that he passed away, I kind of expected some confusion over what I'd said. He may be gone from this world, but he still has your undying love ^^ evident in the awesome poem you showed us!

As far as joking, I did detect a hint of sarcasm, but wasn't certain if there was some truth behind it or not ^^ either way, your poem was very good, and I wouldn't complain if you subjected us to more of your works!

LOL! You might be sorry you said that - you don't know what you started. :lol:

"Long had I lived in dreams, and loneliness,
When a soft sad voice whispered to me.
Hinting of joy, of love and tenderness,
Of better things to be.

Slowly I rose, searching across the emptiness,
Seeking a vanished dream, hoping a dreamers hope.
But it was not to be.
Wisdom at last I found, (new hopelessness.)

I was foolish, weak, naive, I shall return,
Back to the Night and Silence that I love,
Back to my dreams, to some shadowy haunted place.
Where I may hide, and sleep - and forget."

[Steam Giant]

Wow, that was excellent! What's more, I can completely understand your position...as I said in an old, anonymous blog I used to upkeep, "while I'm not allowed to have my dreams come true, I can still dream"

It's the tiny, nearly microscopic things that keep me going these days, like a full stomach or the warmth of the sun's rays. Of course, there's always loneliness, which is always a terrible thing to deal with.

[Half-Light]

Whenever I look at you
I see nothing but the sky so blue
Didn't you know this game's not your?
Playing cards and gambling life away
That's what you had to do to make them stay
How do you do it?
Pacts made and wounds sustained
Please make this a night a meaningful one
Making it hard on purpose
Never going to reach the surface
When you look at me
Pain and jealousy
You made it this way
I am out of your way
This is your decision tonight
Will God pick up?
He didn't answer your call
Does he even care at all?
That's a decision to make on your own
But I guess the hospital
Is better than nothing at all
My name meant nothing
and your new life means the same
Because your making it hard on purpose
Never going to reach the surface
ashamedness and stupidity
It was your life to waste
No I'm out of the way....

[aprilblue426]

Free to Fly

She is the center of my universe
Her joyful smile gives light to my world
My greatest love is but my greatest curse
For she would rather have someone else
My only wish is to be only hers
In her presence, sometimes I try to hide
But should I dare to be open with this?
No for I can’t be opened up inside
Sometimes I try but it’s not that easy
Some say that love is just a silly game
Or true love isn’t real: it’s about the chase
Well I say that maybe they are to blame
For this heart that did not know how or why
That this feeling could not be free to fly
---------------------------------------------
Your Name

Maybe one day you’ll see
The way I look at you
The way I talk to you
Has a meaning
Maybe one day I’ll tell you
How I feel
How I felt
How I will feel for a long time
Maybe one day you’ll hear me
Say your name
And you’ll finally realize
How much you mean to me
But for now I’m alone
Waiting for you
Waiting for me
To face the truth
To face the reality
That is,was, and will be
You and me

[Steam Giant]

Great poems Half-Light and Aprilblue! Both of you are very skilled at allowing others to feel how you do ^^ it's really great stuff, way beyond any mere story I can spin.

And happy birthday Aprilblue!!! I hope the day treated you well ^^ continue to write poems and be awesome!

[aprilblue426]

aw! thanx steam giant(*hug*)
u just made my *dun dun DUN* SEVENTEENTH b-day ten million times better! :D
btw, i LIKE ur stories. they're awesome, an' no matter how long they r, i still think u should put 'em up. i mean, who's gonna care if it's like five bajillion pages long as long as it's friggin' AWESOME?! am i right or am i right?:icon_wink

[aprilblue426]

btw, everyone, i know this isn't exactly poetry or anything, but i have an announcement to make: to kick off my first OFFICIAL day of being 17!!!, i've decided to use my good buddy spicyspike's advice, an' im gonna tell 'er how i feel about her. yep. TOMORROW. and no, im NOT hyperventilating right now!!! *rapid breathing!!!! GAHHHH!!!*:bang:
...im ok. it's ok. i can DO this.
i can't do this. but, at least i'll b able to say i tried, right?:lol:

[Steam Giant]

aw! thanx steam giant(*hug*)
u just made my *dun dun DUN* SEVENTEENTH b-day ten million times better! :D
btw, i LIKE ur stories. they're awesome, an' no matter how long they r, i still think u should put 'em up. i mean, who's gonna care if it's like five bajillion pages long as long as it's friggin' AWESOME?! am i right or am i right?:icon_wink

Heheh, thanks, Aprilblue! ^^ I'm happy that you like them!

You're going to tell her? That's great! I really hope that it goes well ^^ as long as you're sincere about it, I'm sure that it will :thumbsup:

I'm pulling for you ^^ let us all know how it goes! I look forward to good news!

[Half-Light]

Both of you are very skilled at allowing others to feel how you do ^^

What if we are also very skilled at learning how others feel?...just a thought that think about a lot...:icon_wink

[Midnight Angel]

What if we are also very skilled at learning how others feel?...just a thought that think about a lot...:icon_wink

Lol i wish i was that skilled

[Half-Light]

.....hehe

[aprilblue426]

apparently i have mad poem-writing skills...yay me!:eusa_danc
*AHEM* *SARCASM...* heheh...one of the many amazing skills i offer:eusa_whis did i mention i also have a knack for whistling?:lol:

[Steam Giant]

apparently i have mad poem-writing skills...yay me!:eusa_danc
*AHEM* *SARCASM...*

Sarcasm? No way, you rock! I'd love to read more of your stuff!

I've never been good at whistling, heh. I can kind of do it, for short periods of time, and not too low pitched or high pitched (or loud, for that matter). Now snapping my fingers, I can do that pretty reliably :icon_smil

[Half-Light]

haha...same here

[livetolove]

So I have only attempted some poetry and I like this one. Its short but I like it. It was wrote in the middle of the last day of class after 3 hours of sleep.

Fear of Dreams
Sleep, no no cannot sleep
Weary, no cannot fall
Fear of dreams, of the leap
Fear fear cannot stall
Blood shot eyes but not cannot
eyelids heavy, closing, Must
Sleep, NO must stay, but will not
Awake, no no sleep, lust
For, no I cannot sleep

[Half-Light]

thats really good!

I dont have any more poems...lol...atleast for now...

[Midnight Angel]

I'm still tryin to come up with new material

[Steam Giant]

Very nice poem ^^ I loved it!

I'm in the same boat, heh. I just can't get in the right mood. The latest short I wrote, I can't even finish. You wouldn't think that a two-page story would be hard to tie off, but it is ; ;

[Midnight Angel]

i believe you

[aprilblue426]

Me vs. Cupid
Is life too hard or am I too weak?
If I’m so tired, how come I can’t sleep?
I close my eyes and I see your face;
You give me a feeling I can’t quite place.
I look into your eyes but you don’t see me.
No matter how hard I try, they stare right through me.
I’m powerless over my destiny;
I try to change it but it’s chosen for me.
My fate is sealed without a kiss, and
Out of everything, you’re what I’d miss.
Your sweet smile can’t fool me;
Without me you’d be perfectly happy.
Maybe love’s just a waste of time and
Maybe this poem’s a waste of rhymes.
Either way what’s done is done;
It was me versus cupid, and cupid won.

[Midnight Angel]

Wow....that was very very good

[aprilblue426]

wait... i have an encore:icon_wink :
*just as a warning, this started in math class...with examining my fingernails instead of payin' attention:icon_redf . just a thought to keep in mind...if it explains the beginning any better:lol: *

New Sound

Fingers, pale
Like little sails
On little ships at my
Finger tips as they
Glide softly over
Your skin
Piano plays in the background
It makes a new sound
Everytime I kiss your lips
There’s no one else in sight
So I gently close my eyes
Hear a whisper in the wind
It says “Play it again!”
And there’s a new sound
Weaving in and out in
Intricate designs
Reminders of you and me
What I hope
What could be
It makes a new sound
Flying through the clouds
Drawing patterns in the sky
Silver tears roll down my cheeks
As I look into your eyes
Just those three words
They can shake the earth
Bring my knees to the floor
And there’s a new sound
Can you make it out
It sings softly
I couldn’t love you more

[Midnight Angel]

Wow what started as nail gazing turned into that?:eusa_clap Maybe I should look at my nails more for inspiration:icon_bigg

[aprilblue426]

:lol: yeah u can get i've found u can get inspiration from just about anything!

[TeeBe]

Wow! I love all of the poetry and stories in here. Some of them sent shivers down my spine, others made me feel like crying, and still others made me wish I were there. At the risk of being HUGELY embarrassed, I'll post this poem. I wrote it about a guy who tried so hard, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I could never be his...

And I held him
Cologne?
Ah, the chase
His hand found mine and he led me away
My spirit took flight
His tender lips caressing, playing
And my bleeding heart cried
‘Stop!’
His ears begged for answers but
my eyes replied
His finger traced a gentle tear
down my cheek
And I bade him ‘goodnight’

[Midnight Angel]

You shouldn't be embarassed that was good!:eusa_clap I can feel the emotion in there

[aprilblue426]

wow, teebe!:eusa_clap loved it. if ya have anything else to share, im sure we'd be more than willing to read!:biggrin:

[Half-Light]

great stuff guys!!!...april, your becoming one of my favorites to read on here...keep the stuff coming everyone!

[aprilblue426]

y thank u, half-light! your stuff's nice to read, too, btw. u should put s'more up! *mmm...i think i'll go make myself a s'more, now...no idea where that came from...* :p

[Half-Light]

lately i havent been able to spit something out. lack of inspiration i guess...although i have been writing a short story which may not please some people because of the meaning behind the story...so..we'll see

[Steam Giant]

Nicole, those poems were awesome! You're really, really good at this ^^ the only thing I think of when I look at my fingernails is, "I should really cut these soon." :P Similarly, though, I tend to get ideas from random things, mostly things that I see when I'm out for a walk. Anyway, post more poems! Pleeeease!! @.@ (puppy eyes)

TeeBe, you should give yourself more credit ^^ that was a great poem! I'd like to read more of your stuff ^^ so please feel free to post more of it!

[Midnight Angel]

oooo Half-Light whats the story about???

[aprilblue426]

yeah half-light, do tell!
thanx, dan(*hug*) you're like the best cyber friend EVER!!!:icon_mrgr
i might just hafta write sumthin for YOU!:icon_wink
it may take a while for me to come up with anything else for a while, though...i'll see what i can do...:eusa_thin

[aprilblue426]

btw, nice puppy eyes! so cute:p

[Midnight Angel]

Dont worry, whenever you get an inspiration we'll read it ;)

[Steam Giant]

Aww, thanks for the kind words ^^ that really means a lot to me! Actually, I've been having trouble writing lately, but your poem prompted me to do some serious writing tonight, so we'll see where that goes!

[Midnight Angel]

Well you're good at writing Steam

[aprilblue426]

dude, ur signature's awesome

[Steam Giant]

Hehehe, thanks ^^ that's what I've been looking at for a couple of hours now, heh. I have a better feeling about Friday, though. I'll have more time to think about what I'll be writing that way, too.

[Steam Giant]

I've actually got two clips to post. I wasn't originally going to post this first one, but since the second one involves the same characters, it's helpful to have the introductions.

I'm going to experiment with posting the whole thing instead of just a clip, seeing as these are really short stories. Also, this story uses a lot of the characters I introduced in my posts throughout this thread. It might also help to explain that Kosal and Asegam are big blue lizard people ^^

--

From the moment Kosal entered the briefing room, he knew that his hopes for a mature, professional mission overview were lost. His seasoned eyes crossed the room's occupants, studying each individual seated at the long table. On his left sat Alicia, who seemed overly excited to be seated near the man whose orders she recently disobeyed. Terry Lanus was next, his boots resting on the tabletop, chair leaning far back, the scent of hard liquor strong. Following the drunk was Karley, then Tessa, who continued to argue their political views despite their commander's entrance.

On the other side of the table, directly across from the two girls, Asegam sat quietly, scraping at the light blue scales on the back of his arm with his combat knife. Brian was seated next to him, the two nearly mirroring one another in muscle structure, despite belonging to separate species. Occupying the seat to the left of the tank was Leanna, browsing a document with her handheld minicomp. Finally, Adam was seated at Kosal's right, brooding as usual, and as his commander noted, located on the opposite side of the room from Tessa.

Shaking his head, he stood before the table. The group carried on as they had been prior to his entrance. “Please, be seated,” Kosal muttered. In the very least, the room was now silent. “If it's at all possible, I'd like to avoid a repeat of what happened during our last briefing, so I'm going to keep this short and to the point.”

Terry raised his hand. Lowering his head, Kosal let out a long, drawn-out sigh, then gestured in his direction. The human cleared his throat. “What's the rate of fire for a TA-111 mk8 pulse vulcan? Isn't it eight thousand?”

Leanna brought her fist down on the metal table. Her long black hair fell from her shoulder and moved to cover part of her face. “For the last ----ing time, Lanus, it has two modes of fire: eight thousand rounds per minute, and ten thousand.”

“See, I'd love to believe you, dear, but you just hate to be wrong-”

“I mount them for a ----ing living, you Neanderthal dolt,” she shouted, chair scraping across the metallic flooring as she stood.

“She's right, dude,” Tessa piped in. “It's eight or ten, not just eight.”

“See,” Leanna said, throwing her arm in Tessa's direction. “Even the brainless bimbo agrees with me!”

“Shut up,” Kosal barked as Tessa rose from her chair. “Sielac be damned, this is a mission briefing, not a bar! I'm asking you, can we have at least one decent, painless meeting? Please?”

The women glared at one another, but slowly seated themselves as Terry chuckled. “Now,” Kosal said slowly, “to answer Terry's incredibly disruptive and completely irrelevant question, yes, the TA-111 mark 8 rotary action air cooled pulse vulcan is capable of firing eight thousand rounds in a minute, but can be tooled to fire up to and somewhat beyond ten thousand rounds in that same time frame. Disrupt the table again and I will go over there and break you in half.”

Pulling out his minicomp, Kosal pressed its touch sensitive screen and scanned the document. “Our employer is the Brei Corporation. They manufacture humanoid labor robots so companies don't have to hire real people. They want us to murder the dev team behind Akiton Corp's Savant Series line of robotic technicians, and to destroy all data relating to that line. They don't need us to steal anything, they just need to create a setback for Akiton's Savant production to make up for Brei's own difficulty in developing their line of fine-manipulation technologically-adept thinker droids. Of course, our contract doesn't say all of this, but we're all used to jobs like these by now, so their motivations are plain as day. Now, their R&D lab can be found near the central tier of Akiton's corporate station in orbit around Elony Nine. Security is understandably tight, so this will be your standard Trojan horse operation-”

“No way,” Asegam spoke up, flicking a dry scale from the tip of his blade. “There's no way I'm doing another Trojan op, not after Karley ----ed things up at Shonel.”

In the blink of an eye, Tessa had her sidearm out, laser painter marking the kilaf's forehead with a red dot. “Take that back, blue man, before I make you into a handbag,” she snarled.

Stabbing his combat knife into the table, Asegam leaned closer to the small woman. “Don't point your toy at me unless you plan on pulling that trigger, sharakh an tehlgroh,” he growled.

Before Kosal could raise his voice again, Karley reached out, placed a hand on the firearm, and pushed it down to the table's surface. “Holster your weapon, Tess,” she ordered. Her eyes shot to her accuser. “I'm not about to argue that Shonel could have gone better, but before you start to criticize your leaders, you need to ask yourself how you got back here after things went to hell.”

“I'm inclined to agree with Gam,” Brian said. “There's too much risk involved with Trojan ops. With a team like this, Run-and-Gun or a Blast-and-Dash would work out much better.”

Terry laughed. “Yeah, ram a corporate station while it's on high alert! That's a great idea! Why don't we strip the armor around our reactor to give them an easier time blowing us up, dumbass?”

“Shut the ---- up, alright Lanus? I'm not suggesting that we just set a course for Elony right ----ing now and plow into the thing. We can plan around their defenses.”

“Nobody's planning anything,” Kosal interjected. “This op has already been researched, planned, cross-checked and approved. This is not a debate. I'm telling you what you're going to do, and you're going to do it smiling. I'll be sending you each a copy of the battle plan before we separate from the rest of the fleet. It's nothing we haven't done before, and as long as you can keep your heads, there's no reason why this op will not succeed.”

Leanna poked the man to her left with her elbow. “You hear that, Adam? Anything's possible if you keep your head.”

Without warning, the man backhanded his tormentor, sending her sailing off of her chair to collapse on the floor. Glaring down at her, he placed a hand on the grip of his pistol, just in case the woman felt the need to retaliate. “---- you,” he spat at her. “I don't care if you're insecure, you don't need to hide behind me.”

Alicia narrowed her eyes. “Big man, Adam. That's such a good way to prove her wrong.”

Making no attempt to stand, Leanna placed a hand on her lips and examined the blood. “Such a strong man,” she remarked. “Tell me, have you always been this good at beating women, or did you have to practice?”

“You're no woman, freak,” Adam stated, careful not to take his eyes off of her.

Rolling his eyes, Kosal tossed his minicomp, and it clattered in the center of the table. “You people are completely unbelievable. If you really want to beat the living body fat out of each other, I'm not going to stop you, but can we please at least cover personnel assignment?”

“Just so long as I'm not on Leanna's team, I couldn't care less,” Terry said.

“I don't suppose you could not place me in a team,” Leanna asked as she slowly stood.

Kosal growled, and the room immediately fell silent. The soldiers knew the signs that their commander had been pushed to the threshold of his patience, and this was one of them. “All assignments are set in stone,” he stated. “If you don't like your team members, deal with it. Now, team leaders are Brian and Karley. Brian's got Terry, Adam and Tessa. Karley's got whoever's left.”

Tessa stood. “Sir, permission to move to team two,” she requested.

Kosal clenched his right fist. “I'm not going to repeat myself. If you have a problem working with one or more of your fellow soldiers, then maybe you should go into business for yourself. We're a mercenary company. We function as a unit. Without mutual support from all soldiers involved, the op will fail. That's it.” With that, Kosal stormed out of the room, leaving eight speechless mercenaries, staring at one another in silence.

[Midnight Angel]

Oh Steam you're so good at writing ^^

[Steam Giant]

hehe ^^ thanks! I'm glad you liked that! I had my doubts about it...

Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after, I'll post the other one. It's an action sequence ^^

[Midnight Angel]

oo nice ^^

[TeeBe]

Phenomenal! Your writing is so alive. I love Leanna! But the confrontation between Tessa and Asegam… Shivers. Shivers. My kind of story! I love all of your stories.

Aprilblue, your poetry…every single poem that you have posted…My favourites!

[aprilblue426]

finally:lol: ! i KNEW u were hiding some more awesome stuff, dan!!:D that was SWEET!!!:eusa_clap keep writing! i'll be comin' back to check on u!!:icon_wink

btw, thanx, teebe! (*hug*) and everyone else who's ever given me a good comment! u guys r like the only ppl who've ever read my stuff before:icon_redf ....it keeps me writing knowing others read and appreciate!:tongue:

[aprilblue426]

-Passerby-

When I talk to you
I’m not really there
I’m somewhere else
Looking down
When I’m walking
By your side
It’s like I’m looking
Through a mirror
To the other side
All this time
You thought it was me
Saying all those things
Trying to find out what it means
To love someone you can’t
To love someone who won’t
Please don’t be angry
It’s not my fault
I’m just another passerby
Watching from afar
Wishing I could give myself
Some good advice
I’m just another passerby
The kind that you don’t notice
And I wish you would’ve known this
Before you said goodbye
But who really notices
A simple passerby
---------------------------------------
-Guardian Angel-

Behind the corner
There she waits
While you sleep
While you wake
When you dream
When you play
At your work
At your school
At your home
He put her there
So you won’t ever be alone
In the dark when no one’s listening
In the light when you’re lost in the crowd
You may not want her
You may not wish her
To be around
But there she is
Behind the corner
There she waits
To carry you to sleep
She’s your
Protector
She’s your
Guide
She’s your
Guardian Angel
--------------------------
there's some more shtuff for ya. personally, the first one's my favorite of the two...btw, if y'all have any tips/advice/critiques, im happy to recieve :p

[Half-Light]

keep the stuff coming

[Steam Giant]

You never fail to dissapoint, Nicole! I liked those two a lot, particularly the first one ^^ I really wish I could critique your stuff, but I don't know the first thing about poetry ; ; Write more poems? Is that a critique? :P

Seriously, I feel that they're plenty good as they are ^^ so just keep up the good work! :thumbsup:

Thanks for the kind words, everybody! You guys are my biggest motivation to keep on writing ^^ As promised, here's the next story in line. Although I haven't written it yet, the story after this one will follow some of the other characters on this same mission. I was pretty happy with this one ^^ I've always wanted to write a story like it.

Also, if anyone has complaints about these story lengths, please let me know.

---

Brian charged through the open door into the empty corridor. Whirling around the corner, he pressed his back against the wall and jammed the butt of his rifle against the door's control switch. The portal hissed shut, and for a moment, the big man caught his breath.

“What the hell happened,” Brian said into his headset in a low tone. Pressing a button near the weapon's grip, the empty magazine slid out and clattered to the floor. He quickly replaced it with another, and the weapon clicked as the first round was chambered.

“Asegam was spotted,” Karley reported. “Talk to me Leanna.”

There was a pause in the communication, broken by Leanna's urgent tone. “Lanus, take a right, then straight to the second junction, right and through the red door. Will advise. Karley, backtrack to storage B and sit tight. Asegam, press on, you'll run into Lanus. Red light on primary, secondary green. Proceed with caution to secondary objective.”

Terry laughed. “Screwed up again, darling?”

“Shut the ---- up, prick! You're the last ----ing person I want to hear from right now!”

“Terry, level two radio silence,” Karley ordered. “Let the girl think. Did you get disconnected?”

“I'm still live,” Leanna said, audibly out of breath. “Spiked my system, so I left a decoy for them. En route to the next jack. I...I might die.”

“Don't worry,” Alicia piped in. “I'm gonna link up with you in just a sec.”

Mentally preparing himself for the battle that lay ahead, Brian took a deep breath. “They may go into lockdown, so have your keys ready,” he advised. “Prime your charges beforehand, you may need to blow a door in a hurry.”

Gripping his weapon tightly, Brian bolted down the corridor. Noting a T junction in the distance, the grunt prepared for the uncertainty of cornering. A shadow on the floor of the intersection halted him in his tracks, and he brought his weapon up. Stepping out from around the corner was a massive behemoth of a soldier outfitted with a completely-concealing robotic power suit. Decorated with black-accented white paint, the Goliath did not appear to carry a firearm, but power suits were renowned for their concealed weaponry.

Without hesitation, Brian unloaded his entire magazine into the monster, lighting its center mass up with a shower of sparks. It's robotic head looked down at the paint scratches on its chest, the only result of Brian's efforts, and began to charge the lightly-armored mercenary. Slowly backpedaling, the merc fired all three grenades out of his rifle-mounted launcher, but aside from creating ugly craters in the reinforced breastplate of the giant, this attack was ineffective. The ground shook as the power suit bounded for the big man, who allowed his rifle to drop and prepared himself for impact.

The collision was impressive. The steel monstrosity smashed into its fleshy target at full speed, but failed to topple the mercenary. Well based, Brian's boots slid on the smooth metal floor as he was pushed back. Grinding his teeth, he took hold of the machine's right arm, withdrew his power knife and jabbed it into the thing's wrist. Sparks flew as the knife vibrated at hypersonic frequency, and it slowly sliced into the armored plating.

The two came to a stop several feet from the impact point. The power suit reached for the mercenary's knife hand with it's unbound left. Taking advantage of this opening, Brian released his grip on his opponent, took a step back as he drew his sidearm, and fired wildly at the thing's head. Only a pair of bullets managed to reflect off its armor plating before the machine backhanded the weapon. Flying from his hands, Brian's pistol soared through the air to land several yards behind the mercenary.

Hopping back out of the power suit's reach, Brian put up a fighting stance. The machine tilted its head to the side in confusion, but hesitated for only a moment before advancing toward its opponent. For its size, the juggernaut was quite deft as it reached forward, grappling with the mercenary. Arms wrapped around one another, the unarmored man ground his teeth as the machine's mechanically-enhanced strength threatened to rip his limbs clean off. Sweat budded on Brian's skin as his body was pushed to its limit, his muscles bulging, veins clearly visible.

As the two tested one another's strength, a knife flicked out of the machine's wrist. Brian's eyes shot to the weapon, and he cursed. His gaze quickly settled on the power suit's other arm, however, as a mechanical whir alerted him to the curved blades that slid from its forearm. This thing was meant to grapple with other power suits, he surmised as the machine painfully dug its fingers into the flesh of his arms. That means that it should be vulnerable to-

His thoughts were interrupted as the power suit stepped forward, locking a leg with one of Brian's. Pushing forward, the machine made to trip the big man, but sliding his free foot back, he once again based himself. Fall, and it's over, he reminded himself, allowing his eyes to once again rest upon the laser-sharpened cutting implements on the suit's arms. Pressure built in his leg, and he cried out in agony. Closing his eyes, he tried his best to accept the pain. He only had to endure a little longer.

Focusing his mind, he planned his attack. It would have to be swift, for this would be the only chance he had. Opening his teary eyes, he triggered his own hidden weaponry. From the inside of his left wrist sprang a miniaturized grenade launcher, which immediately fired its contents into his opponent's chest. The thing impacted hard, but did not explode, for this was not the nature of the grenade. Instead, as sparks flew from the metal-on-metal contact, the device sent out an electro-magnetic pulse.

While the power suit's electronics had failsafes against such attacks, they were by no means shielded, and so for a moment, the behemoth was robbed of its enhanced strength. Pushing with all of his might, Brian forced himself out of the grapple, and summoned a second knife from the wrist of his other arm. With practiced precision, he jabbed the weapon up between the metal plates on either side of the thing's arm pit. The blade slid in with ease, and judging by the resistance he encountered, it cut right through the bone. Stunned, the metallic monstrosity stepped back.

Falling to a knee, Brian withdrew a small, white device from his belt with a pistol grip and trigger on the end. Fingers moving quickly, his gloved hand primed the object. The power suit recovered from the attack, briefly held its wound in confusion, then lunged at the mercenary in a blind rage. Completing the sequence in the nick of time, Brian pulled the plastic safety out of the explosive as he maneuvered underneath the machine's grasp, pressed it onto the thing's belly, and pulled the trigger. With a blinding flash and a force that sent the mercenary sprawling to the floor, a focused blast penetrated the power suit's abdominal armor, liquefied its guts, and severed the inhabitant's spinal column. A second later, the monster fell back, landing with a thunderous crash.

In no particular hurry, Brian got to his feet and retrieved the pistol. Strolling up to the motionless power suit, he took careful aim at its head, and fired several shots until one finally penetrated, blood oozing from the hole. The mercenary reloaded the sidearm, holstered the weapon, then charged onward, sweeping his rifle off the ground by the sling as he passed it by.

[Half-Light]

I havnt had much to write about...i have havng a dry spell lately in the writing department. I should write about what happened to me last night...lol...i could have died last night...but all is ok! maybe i might get something posted here soon...

[Midnight Angel]

oo Half-Light do tell

[Half-Light]

Haha...it really is a stupid reason...but involves a trampoline i just got for my birthday...and an attempted backflip....you catch my drift?...lol...

[Midnight Angel]

I got it lol:icon_bigg

[Steam Giant]

Oooh >.< are you alright? That sounds like it must have been painful ; ;

I find that a change of location can be very inspiring ^^ I experienced a huge creative burst after walking a few places I've never been Saturday afternoon. Since I have Wednesday off for my counseling appointment, I think I might go for another extended trek ^^ so far, it's been very helpful, and the weather's gorgeous!

[aprilblue426]

yeesh! did u say u ALMOST died?! holy. tolito.
yeah, that's why the only thing i ever attempt on a trampoline is to jump a few feet every once and a while, and stay on the *darn* thing!

[aprilblue426]

btw, dan, no complaints here regarding the story length! as i've said before, make 'em as long as u want:)
i like how the ppl in ur stories are so...professional and serious about their job. they really know what they're doin'.very nice action scene! i'd hafta say this one's been my fav so far, but heck, we all know all your stories are totally awesome:lol:
keep at it:thumbsup:

[Steam Giant]

Thanks! ^^ You have no idea how happy it makes me that people like reading my stories! Well, maybe you do, hehe.

I'm a huge fan of "tech talk." It's very important for a character to act like they've been doing what they're doing for at least several years...it makes them seem that much more real. It's also fun to figure out exactly how professional each of them is ^^ I love developing each character's psyche! I don't plan out the rivalries at all, heh. I just put them together, and their personalities work themselves out. That's my favorite part about fiction ^^

[Half-Light]

i'm ok.....i just hurt...a lot!!!!...i landed on my head and my body fell on top of my head...so i have a sore neck and (believe it or not) a sore tongue because when my body toppled over my face i bit my tongue really hard, so it hurts really bad. It hurts to eat and i was made fun of today a lot because i was talking in a lisp all day...lol...they were just joking so i dont mind...

[Treval]

Ello~ First time posting in this thread~ And I have to say there's awesome writing here~

Here are a couple of my more recent poems, nothing spectacular, but...It's not as bad as I used to be. ^^;;

I Never Said Goodbye

Come, come, then dance away
That’s what your life did
Flickering close, then darting away
Laughing merrily all the while

Till came that dreadful day
In the cold February air
When you dashed off permanently
Leaving me with words unsaid

Those words unsaid
I should have told
Announced for the world to hear
Letting my grief, love, and shame show

Despite my silence you seemed to know
What I was trying to say
When I looked at you I was saying ‘I love you’
When I held you I was saying ‘I care’

How, then, how
Did you hear my goodbye
Every time I bow my head to cry
That every tear I shed says ‘I miss you, why did you go away?’

My grief burns me to the core
Everyday cuts me like a knife
Knowing you never heard those words
Knowing, despite it all, I never could say ‘Goodbye’.


Can You Hear Me? [Random one I wrote when I was feeling a little depressed ^^;;]

When left you took the sun
Leaving me without the one
That to, so often, I have turned
For strength and comfort
Against the world.

I’m breaking up inside
Can you hear me?

Before you left, so long ago
I would hear laugh
I could hear you cry.
I would laugh with
I would wipe away your tears.

I’m breaking up inside
Can you hear me?

When, some time in the future
You turn to try and find me
I will be off and away
Gone from your sight
Dancing to someone else’s drum

I’m breaking up inside
Can you hear me?

[Steam Giant]

Wow, those were very good, Treval! Very emotional. I liked the first one the best ^^ but they were both fantastic!

[Midnight Angel]

Treval those really were good!

[TeeBe]

OOOooooh! Very nice! Treval I hear music to "Can you hear me?" Steam_Giant, As always, I want to read more :D I love your stories. Lemme know when you publish a novel! Aprilblue, still my fav poet!

[Treval]

-blushes- Thank you.

The first one...Was about someone very dear to me who died my freshman year of high school, so it's special to me.

[xxAngelOnFirexx]

I started to write this short story a while ago. I'm sorta stuck although i know how i want the ending to be. What do you think so far? (btw it my first one with gay characters)


The young boy hung his head sadly over the yellow tape crisscrossing from the tall oak from the house and back to the stop sign. He sighed while hot tears flowed silently down his face. He chocked back sobs as his heart clenched tightly in its spot. He felt hopeless. His first and only love was gone. He wish he could have done something to prevent the events that occurred in the previous hours of predawn.
He lifted his head as the police carried the covered stretcher out of the small house with blue paneling and into the ambulance. Although it was pointless to try and save him now the police felt that they should do an autopsy on the body. Wasn’t it obvious? the boy thought. Wasn’t the empty bottle of freshly opened medication enough to prove the suicide? Why would they believe it was a murder? I hope they don’t think it was me, he thought. I