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Dear CeliaThe tension is thick. I stare down at my once icy glass of Coke, clutching it, letting rivulets of water run down my hands and hoping it will cool me off. Everything about me is boiling; my long-suppressed anger escalating, climaxing, and blazing. I feel it searing at my skin, pining for something to burn. He feels it too.

Our food has arrived, but neither of us have touched it. We're just sitting here. This stranger and I.

I make no attempt to break the silence. We could sit here in this damned cafe all night, for all I care. I'm already volatile. Just the slightest slip of his tongue, and I won't hesitate to explode. I hope the shrapnel wDear Celia by ~pianokeys457

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But I Love Him"I love you," he says. I look at him through the hazy mist of tobacco. I rub the lit embers into my leg, making it flicker and evaporate. The perfectly horrible sting makes me flinch.
"Really?" I ask.
"Absolutely."
I roll my tongue in my mouth and keep my gaze on his blue eyes. "What do you want?"
"Ecstasy." His lips are on mine and I'm on autopilot. Suck. Nibble. Swirl tongue. Touch.
Kiss.
Ecstasy might mean sex for some couples but that isn't what he wants. That comes after. When he's so in love with life, he'll fuck anyone.
"Come on," he whines after I push him softly away. Softly, because if I push too hard, I might think I'm angBut I Love Him by ~xTintedlullabyx

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From Crayons to Forever.They meet when they're six. Sebastian walks into a foreign classroom, his face wet because of the tears that refuse to stop escaping his eyes. He looks around terrified as the teacher advises him to pick a seat. There are only two empty seats in the classroom; one beside a girl in a blue dress and the other beside a blank eyed boy who currently had two pencils stuck up his nose. He sends a smile to the teacher and sits down beside the girl, who instinctively pulls her drawing book closer to her.

"I'm Sebastian. What's your name?" he whispers tentatively.
"What's your favorite song?' She retorts instead, blue eyes meeting his questioningly.
"From Crayons to Forever. by ~noxiousmyth

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Our love is a songI've tried my hardest to write you a song
but there's so many lyrics that its too long
So I'll write a compilation of music instead
and make sure to say all thats been in my head
Track one will be how we came to be
At first so wild, young, and free
track two will be to romance you
with just enough rhythym to dance to.
Track three will be as sensual as a lustful night
But still like a love ballad done just right
Track four, a melody for lovers who follow their heart
and will try to stay strong even while they're apart
for now track five will remain unwritten
but one things for sure is that I'm smitten
Even if the rest of thOur love is a song by ~Singinchic7

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Alternative RealityTerms of Service

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To the extent permitted by applicable law, WHATIF Ltd. will not be liable for your lost sanity or indirect, special, incidental, consequential, exemplary, or punitive damages, including but not limited to mental damages, even if WHATIF Ltd. or its subsidiaries and affiliates have been advised of, knew or should have known that such damages were possible, and even if direct damages do not satisfy a remedy.

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At the time, we all though it the most brilliant idea. We founded our own startup company, steadfast in our goal to take humanity one step forward. We strove to create the next thing, more intuitive thanAlternative Reality by ~ninquetari

Sweet dreams...???Father?
Dad?
Where are you?
Dad...?
Dad !!!!!!!

Lightning pierces the darkening sky
as rain continues to pour.
But above the thunderous storm could be heard
the sobs of a little girl all alone.

Drenched in her own pool of tears...
her heart torn and bruised.
Her swollen eyes lifts towards the sky...
as her minds drifts...drifts above it all...

"Wake up, my love.
wake up!
Daddy is here."
'Dad?'

Her eyes lit up
as she runs into his arm.
Unable to contain her joy
her heart burst with excitement and laughter.

"Why are you laughing?"
'Cause you're here!
I'm so happy you're here!'
"I am happy as well."

He lifts her up.
Holds her closer than hSweet dreams...??? by ~DEANJENO--art

Gentle awakening by =SinfullyCute

The 'Car Thief'"An event that forever changed my life? Hell, I don't know man. Maybe it was when I moved out to Washington," I answered him. We always had these funny conversations. Almost like we hadn't been living together for the last dozen years. Every once and a while an interesting post would come up on one of the sites he kept up with, and off we went.
"So," my roomate added, reading off the rest of the prompt, "What would your life be like if you'd never done that?"
Laughing, I responded, "Well, for one, I wouldn't be sitting here up to my ears in homework wishing I had enough time to actually write on that… and all the other prompts you’ve been coming up with."
"No, but seriously..." he tried pushing it.
"Seriously, I'm busy," I replied, though I relented a little, "Ummm... I guess I'd maybe still be living in Memphis, and maybe I finally got into Management at FedEx... or something like that anyway," I answered. "I can tell you an event that forever changed your life thoThe 'Car Thief' by =SpyderZT

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Poetry = Fancy Crap“You’re such a talented writer,” they say.

“Your words have meaning,” they believe.

“You bare your soul,” they claim.

“Liar,” I say.

No, no, not you, of course. I’m the liar. Why? Because words aren’t naked, they’re masked by the pixels of your computer screen, of mine. They sleep beneath the ink, buried deep into the paper, hiding behind weird curves old people made up a really long time ago.

I hide behind the pages as much as you hide behind your smile.

“Ihaveaneatingdisorder,” the words stumble through my lips.

“Isortofkindofcut,” I rush,Poetry = Fancy Crap by ~xTintedlullabyx

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rain, rain with the sound of scarletI can hear the sweet sound of rain murmuring outside my window, a gentle music that reminds me of sleep in all its calm beauty. So I sit by the window and rest my head on my arms, briefly looking out at the gray skies and watching the fleeing, scowling people. Smiling, I close my glassy eyes and just listen to the sound of the rain drip-dropping into the shallow puddles on the pavement and plopping with a more deep-throated sound into the roof-top pools on the low buildings just outside my window. A breath of rain-scented wind dances in through the half-open window, tickling my face and playing with my hair as it fills me with the fresh, erain, rain with the sound of scarlet by *MistressofQuills

StarstruckYou were born from a man who breathes life by grasping strands of beauty from the cluttered galaxies found beyond the sky. He coughed moon dust into your mouth and you savored the gritty substance because he gifted you with traces of his sweetened saliva. Like the coarse feel of his soft caress, you contradict your soul and hold him higher than the pedestal that you place yourself. You groan at the injustice of your treatment yet you moan nevertheless and take the whispered blows and hold it against your chest. You are weak beneath his withered promises of love.Starstruck by ~AnemoneAllure

A Good Night

concrete walls and buzzing lights/smoke and laughter/a can launched by an errant shoe/bass and treble shaking a glass on the table/a sleeve brushed against a bare arm

It shouldn't be hard to hold onto moments past, but it is. It shouldn't be hard to follow a conversation, but it is. Most importantly, you shouldn't be speaking and only afterwards understanding what it is you've just said. You're still fully in control of everything you do, but there's a completely invisible fog pressing weightlessly outwards from your inner temples, and it's getting in the way of your thoughts.

You're talking to a man called Joe about a truly awful snooker tA Good Night by ~Rhetoricism

Another Dreamlike MomentSuddenly he appeared
right in front of me.
He was beautiful inside and out.
It was a dreamlike moment in reality.

But he seemed almost too dreamlike to be real.
Knowing this, I ran with him anyway.
Zero to a hundred was so much to feel
I never felt anything like it, until that day.

He reminded me of my former self-
who I had long forgotten over time.
As dreamlike as he seemed-
I was more than happy to call him mine.

He occupied my days, nights
and all the hours in between.
But as I know all too well
eventually one must be woken from a dream.

Long hours in a night club
suddenly look my place.
Followed by lies and excuses
to cover up his Another Dreamlike Moment by *Polish-Princess

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Jeremy Excerpt One: TransformationWalking down the bricked streets in the heated summer climate Jeremy stopped to examine himself in a shop window. It had been twenty years since him and Aaron had parted ways and still his face remained ageless and young. He hardly looked a day older than the first time he'd met his supernatural friend, only now that so much time had transpired did he begin to feel mortality creeping back into his bones. The day he resumed his life as a normal human was fast approaching, but this was anything but bad news. The entire reason Jeremy had parted ways with his dear friend after so many years was to taste humanity's embrace once more. Now, with a wJeremy Excerpt One: Transformation by =TheForgottenDaughter

The Medium - Bit 15Twelve: Waking Up
I slammed back down into something that was sort of like self-awareness. It was unfamiliar, and it was uncomfortable. I had gotten used to watching without being, seeing without feeling, slipping away quietly when even watching became too much to take. This isn’t happening to me, it’s happening to him, and he’s not even real. I wasn’t ready to be real again.
I tried to escape again, but the shaman wouldn’t let me. Every time I tried to slide away, back to wherever I had been before, he tore away another layer of lies, unearthed another memory, and tied me down to it. He was violent, almost cruel when compared to Sebastian’s subtlety, but he knew what he was doing, and I couldn’t stop him.
Like pulling off a Band-Aid, he said into my mind.
It was nothing like pulling off a Band-Aid, though. It was like cutting out a tumor with a belt sander and chopsticks, and he was doing it on purpose. I The Medium - Bit 15 by =QuiEstInLiteris

The Medium - 14Eleven: Ambush
It was still too early to guarantee an empty foyer in Kim’s apartment building, so Coyote went in as a scout. He hobbled across the lobby on his cane and gestured for the others to follow, then hobbled up the stairs to man the elevator doors. Zeb wrapped Rocky in moving blankets and threw the bundle over his shoulder so that it looked about like a roll of rugs. With a little bit of Kim’s help, they toted him inside and into the elevator.
“Barely weighs a thing,” he commented. “Duran musta sucked ‘im out again.”
“Their inertia’s tied to their strength,” Kim told him wearily. “When they’re weak, they don’t interact with the world as well. All the blood in the body only weighs about twelve pounds, so if he’s light, it’s because he’s so out of it. Mass is still there, but the gravity’s not acting on it. He’s less real The Medium - 14 by =QuiEstInLiteris

Double Standard WorldWe tend to break it down to,
minutes, days, years;
to lengthen the torture and
to slow our growing fears.

It’s hard not to notice; the
broken souls wandering alone,
smiles acting as masks, and
desperate bullies looking for home.

We seek for our belief in the wrong places;
in parties and nameless pills in bowls,
in greedy money and unfamiliar people,
when we should seek within our own soul.

We all give reasons and excuses but
when others splinter our hearts,
the forgiveness that we expect is lost,
and logic is quickly torn apart.

We live in a double standard world,
where what we expect of others
is not expected in ourselvDouble Standard World by ~Miss--Understood

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Fiction - Novellas - Part One Only

Prey and Predator Skinny long shadows of leafless tress scattered amidst that deathly hill covered in creepy stones with carved birthdays and deaths. The wind was faintly whistling, whirls of dead leaves flowing through that stiff air.Above was the sky, a peaceful dimension of softly sparkling stars, a gentle feature of that horrid scenery. The moon was their queen, showing her pale full face to the mortal world; a silver sphere surrounded by a sick halo of light.
Jane captured that landscape in a blink of the eye. Her body was continually trembling, having a deep desire to have stayed near the comfyPrey and Predator by ~anaios

Pure spirit chapter 1“F-,” bellowed a deep voice from across the room. The voice came there was a quite thin old man called Mr. Lichtenstine.He barely had any hair on his head. A giant mole was at the top of his lip and most of his hair was at his eyebrows. He wore a black suit with Victorian shoes and he had glasses that were so huge enough to see every detail on his face at the eye area.

“What,” whispered Tony in a connivingly evil voice

“As I said before, this is false evidence and as a 67 year old man I can tell you during my life of being a scientist...,” Mr. Lichtenstine said proudly as he took in a deep breath,“There aPure spirit chapter 1 by ~dreamwalker12

Capricious/Eternal, part 1 My first instinct was that it was some sort of really unfunny joke that someone- probably Samuel- had dared Blaise to pull off. Normally, I’d have just been mad at Samuel and let the whole thing go, but to think that Blaise was actually going along with it… I couldn’t stand it. As we stood there in my favorite place- our favorite place- his words reverberated through my skull much more violently than the bell ever could. I thought about pulling on the rope just to try to drown him out, but I doubted that I could ever move it.

“I’m going to be leaving you, but I’ll stay until midnight if you’d lCapricious/Eternal, part 1 by ~lalaith913

The Traitor (A CotN Story) - Part 1The baroness laid inside her coffin and closed her eyes. She was worried and still a bit annoyed about what just happened back at her sister's castle. The Order of Ligh was acting up again, after quite a long time of silence. It was dangerous and needed to be handled with care. In one of the families was a traitor among the servants, it was clear to Ludovica.
She thought about it over and over and yet, there was only one possibility: the traitor had to be among the servants. There was no other way they could know about Ludovica's siblings' informants and human contacts. Her sister could read minds wihtout ease, it was impossible the traitor The Traitor (A CotN Story) - Part 1 by *Diluculi

Fiction - Novellas - Part One Only

Fiction - Novels - Part One or Chapter One Only

The First Convention~Chapter 1 I looked out on the skyline from the window of my hotel. My first convention. It was Thursday night, the night before the convention officially started, and already I had seen people in costume. Everything and everyone from companion cubes to Pokémon trainers were there. I felt like a noob. Which I was, but I felt like everyone would know.
I turned from the window and sighed. A voice from the bathroom yelled at me, "Hey! Clara! Is your costume ready?" My friend, Zoe, was sharing a room with me, since she wanted to go to a convention for the first time too. She's the one who thought we should try costumes. All three days.
While she decided on Ash from Pokémon, I looked over my costumes. I brought costumes for from three of my favorite nerdy shows and anime. Fairly cheap, inexpensive costumes, except for one. I was saving it for the costume ball happening tomorrow niThe First Convention~Chapter 1 by ~GeekGirl11

Fallen Children Chapter I: Shattered (Part 1)The Orcduster's tattered sail waved weakly in the soft sea breeze. The previously bright yellow anchor emblem emblazoned on the torn dark green canvas of the sail had gone dull. Stained. It was a sight unfit to represent the proud nation of Kul Tiras. The sorry state of the sail and the battleship it belonged to mirrored the condition of its crew well. The men were working to get supplies from the ship ashore, but there was no true determination in their actions, no joy. They toiled in silence.

Weeks spent drifting aimlessly at sea had made the men weary.

A large part of the crew was already ashore, struggling with crates and supplies and sFallen Children Chapter I: Shattered (Part 1) by ~TEANO

Wolf Curse pt.1"Tonight we will make a sacrifice!"

Her bare feet pounded across the uneven earth. The unnatural chill in the air, pushing her forwards, reminded her that something wasn't right.

"Tonight we guarantee our safety!"

The flimsy clothing she had on did nothing to protect her from the stinging bites of the tree branches and thorns. The pain kept her alert, when all she wanted to do was lie down and disappear.

"Tonight we will guarantee our freedom…"

Her breath came in gasps of fear. She had to get away, as far and as fast as she could.

"…for eternity!"

She could still hear the roar of the crowd. She was still too close, far too clWolf Curse pt.1 by ~moon-author

Chapter 1-AmerisaWhat's your name?
I didn't know what to do. Talk to this beautiful vixen who seemed to adore me, or ignore her like I did the other girls.
She seemed to be so different then the other girls, She had a quality, that must have been derived from the skies. Her hair was a silky oak color, and her full of life face, which I must admit, was the prettiest face I had ever seen, was fixated on me like a sunflower following the star for which it was named.
No, she wasn't like the other girls who swatted my heart around their life sized ping pong table. She had an aurora about her that transcended my trust issues and let me open up, and bloom if yoChapter 1-Amerisa by ~phillipskid32

Fiction - Novels - Part One or Chapter One Only

Fiction - Short Stories

Like Only the Stars are Watching Mr. Glenn’s wife died the day before last. Of course, now all their children could talk about was what she would have wanted.

“She would want a proper burial,” Gary, the eldest, said.

“In the cemetery at Memorial Park,” Martin said.

Gary shook his head. “Much too crowded there. She wouldn’t want to knock elbows with anyone. She would prefer be buried in the Green Meadows Cemetery.”

“No,” Lisa Marie said, slapping her hand against Mr. Glenn’s antique table. “She wouldn’t want a grave. If she was here, she’d tell us to cremate her and spread her ashes aLike Only the Stars are Watching by ~TheBloodyEpicPumpkin

Mea CulpaMea Culpa
- the fault is mine.

You're here again, my beloved. Staring down at the letters etched mechanically into white stone. Does the mere sight of my name wound you so? Were these letters what caused your face to twist into such anguish? The thought alone is a poisoned blade to my heart.

I'm sorry.

I'd go for you, I said. I told you I'd fight for you. That I'd fought to protect you. But maybe I was blinded like all the rest. Maybe... Maybe, even though you took the time and effort to caution me so, even though you risked facing wrath to warn me so... Maybe, I was blinded like all the rest.

I believed, you know? Believed in the glorMea Culpa by ~xShenLong

Personal Demons“Do you even know what a demon is?”

Archibald Feeney had never considered himself an overly religious man, but he attended church every now and then, and read the gospel if there wasn’t anything good on the telly, and even said his prayers if there was a lull in his bedtime preparations. It was, however, still a bit of a shock to him when he ran face to face with his religion.

He had popped into the local pub for a fish and chips, having been late from work and disinterested in cooking. There might even be a pint in it for him, though he tried not to succumb to those urges too regularly. No more so than the vicar anyway, wPersonal Demons by *LookingGlassInk

Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during cEvery Angel Deserves a Child by *enigmaticsmile

Fiction - Short Stories

Flash Fiction and Vignettes

HopeMagical night.
Silvery moon.
Silent hope.Hope by *Malintra-Shadowmoon

Cassandra-81 C81 had a name once. It started with the letter A, she thought, or maybe it ended with an A. She didn’t know anymore; it was the first thing they took when she arrived at the Troy Institute. It had bothered her for the first few weeks, but the more she tried to remember, the more she seemed to forget. When she brought the issue up to the doctors, they repeated what they had been saying all along, that she could not be healed as who she was. To be whole again, she had to rid herself of her past identity and become a new person. They would give her a new name once she was ready.

She didn’t know how long it would take, or how longCassandra-81 by ~TheBloodyEpicPumpkin

The Secret IngredientThe Secret Ingredient

“Mom, is dinner ready yet?”

“Why don’t you play in your room first?”

Again.

“Mom, is dinner ready yet?”

“You already asked that, sonny. And I barely just started five minutes ago,”

Shouting this time.

“Mom!”

“Not yet, darling.”

Begging.

“Mom, I’m starving.”

“Almost finished, honey.”

The boy went to the kitchen for the second time and saw tears on his mother’s face.

“Mom.”

“Here, darling. It’s your favourite.”

She served a bowl of porThe Secret Ingredient by ~sakunokishimori

SnowOlivia lost herself in the snow. Sitting on the porch, watching the snowflakes fall from the Missouri night sky, she she let her vision drift into their crystalline reflections. They were the only things that the weak porch light captured. The yard, the garage, and the now-silent hen houses were as dark and elusive as the storm-ridden sky.

There had been so many hours, and so many patterns since her father had left. She had spent days on the side of barn. With flourish, she could tell anyone who would listen on how the barn had been built, and how towards the southeast corner they had run short on longer boards and the pattern of the wooSnow by *enigmaticsmile

Flash Fiction and Vignettes

Mature

Vermilion Love by *SilverWynd

[Ocandra's Wrath:] -- I by ~Cup-of-Javo

Opus nunc quidem sum monstrum by *X-ArtisticCreations

[Wake:] Chapter Eight -- Thereafter by ~Cup-of-Javo

Mature

Non-Fiction

PerspectiveTumbling down the stairs to join a year-by-year self-set tradition, an un timed clock ticked anonymous seconds to a countdown with a looming end. Clasping the door handle and wrenching it downward, a countdown chorus greeted chilled ears.

3.

Thick soled boots clamped onto the branches, stone and grass as the destination approaches.

2.

Skidding along wooden decking frosted by the night, lunges are performed at expert precision to reach the goal.

1.

Grasping hold of metal, a surge of energy pushes up on the elastic.

0.

A small step for man, a giant leap for the mind.

A fury of screams and cheers with colourful lights blasts the sky, yoPerspective by ~Arctic-Web

NightmaresThere is an unrelenting plague upon my fragile mind; a fear of the dark and the obscure secrets it conceals. The consuming shadows whisper empty promises, beckoning to my weary consciousness with their malignant tongues. I challenge the coercing temptations of my damnable hallucinations, keeping them at bay with pure inhuman will. Their words are enticing, laced with venomous needles to prick my subconscious thoughts; awaiting the moment that I succumb to their luring poison. With deliberate purpose, they attack my tender psyche and leave behind the toxic sting of their ruthless attacks. I am at the mercy of their double-edged swords; lost wiNightmares by *SMAdams

Tribute to the Person I Love Most in the WorldBirdsong. The tranquil sound carries through to me through the window and I’m drawn from the few moments of sleep I’ve managed to capture. My chest heaves and as it does I realise that the weight from before is gone. The panicked thought that he might be gone with it tears my tired eyes open, but I don’t move. I listen. I hear the clock ticking in the corner, ticking away seconds of my life that I know I’ll never be able to get back, but I don’t care. I hear the cat, grooming her own grey fur, her curved, polished talons clicking softly against the oak chest of drawers pressed up against the wall by the door. AndTribute to the Person I Love Most in the World by ~MitsukaiAmeterashi

The Tiny PearlsShe stood before the full length mirror, admiring the reflection of the woman about to present herself to the world as someone who had seen it all. Her trembling hands fumbled with the string of tiny white pearls, each a reminder of the obstacles that had been overcome. They were a collection of memories trapped for her sanity; protection for a fragile and battered mind. It was a necklace that represented a heart stronger than the pain it had endured. Those small raw pearls gave the world a soul that smiled because life was an adventure worth experiencing; that anyone can rise from the ashes liberated and renewed from the torment of another'sThe Tiny Pearls by *SMAdams

Non-Fiction

Poetry - Fixed Form

A CONSTELLATION OF SCARSUpon my skin I have carved Star after Star,
sewn together in this abused tissue and misused sinew
they chart the path I had taken, a Constellation of Scars
glimmer on my skin, slices of silver that whisper too few
earthbound eclipses for me to see by, but I stitch a reply
with the 39 pinpricks of light that escape my veins,
was Virgo with me that Night when my maidenhead cried?
Did she cry too when I tried to rescue my maiden's remains
from being a sacrifice to Solstice Fires? Artemis was there,
but in the aftermath so was Regret and Remorse I realized,
so now I carve Star after Star in my flesh no longer fair,
a Constellation of Scars hauntiA CONSTELLATION OF SCARS by ~NocturneJewel

The Marriage of Miranda and FerdinandI. Prospero's Evocative Blessing
By no man or woman, or child, has the tale been spoken
Of the Marriage of Miranda and Ferdinand, their union never broken.
When, on that day, Miranda's father, the powerful Prospero, saw,
As he watched from above
A cliff, his daughter and her love,
Amidst a tryst,
His hardened heart relented
And of their union he consented.
For his eye had seen
All the joy and gravity once he had with his wife been.
Of the youth's bounds the sorcerer did liberate,
But not before their nuptials he would consecrate.
He joined their hands,
And leveled his gaze with Ferdinand's.
"Speak me the truth, O, Prince of Naples,
For as long as you stand and live,
Everything in your power will you give
To give Miranda happiness as you are able."
In all ardor, Ferdinand answered,
"Milord, Though my sufferings were brief,
There is no greater grief
I can think than to pain
Miranda, the light in my night,
For without her, all is in vain
My life and power would well be myThe Marriage of Miranda and Ferdinand by ~NatashaAndrei4ever

Stage 1 - DenialShe said that she's leaving,
But she knows that's a lie.
I know she'll be back for me,
Even though she said goodbye.

One day she'll see
How much I meant
And then she'll run back
In an instant,
Even though she said goodbye.

I'm not sad in the slightest;
There's not a tear in my eye.
I'm happier than ever,
Even though she said goodbye.

She knows she can't sever
The bond that we had.
I'm not gonna lose it;
She won't make me sad,
Even though she said goodbye.Stage 1 - Denial by ~Fade2Moo

73. I. Can't.You told me to rejoice and not to grieve.
You would ascend, that's what you did believe.
I tried not to show the sun the tears I cried
So you would not see them, too. I really tried.
I cannot rejoice now that you are gone.
I can't write you a happy poem nor a song,
Especially not in the language that you spoke.
I can't fulfil your last wish for one last joke.
But neither must I not turn this wish down,
So I might paint myself the smile of a clown.
Because I cannot shut down grief and tears,
At least not for now, maybe in a few years.
Would you wait for me to do what you asked for?
Would my inability make you feel sore?
I'm so very sorry that 73. I. Can't. by *Diluculi

Poetry - Fixed Form

Poetry - Free Verse

Here, Comes My AngelI saw my angel today
And oh, how he could fly!
Wings half-folded in a furious dive,
Arms outstretched across the sky

And his hair,
Windblown and fair.

Beneath him lay a valley of clouds
Encrusted pink with rock,
But he is not afraid of the drop
And his dive does not stop.

Here, comes my angel,
Following the storm.Here, Comes My Angel by ~Cionie

what these lovers keptsaid
this love does die
with all sleep
so he saves what love
it is it lacks
close

as he
seemed to
loved, lost her
loved too close to
love what was
or had did
in the sweet of her
close

as he
is silent
as he
kept little daisies
in her short hair
so close, he held
close her
at the daisies
shhed

with all the little of
sleep with love to die,
oncewhat these lovers kept by *littlemoonboots

Bluebell DreamsI become lost in your dreamy skies,
sleeping beneath the sweet elixir,
bluebells chime their lullabys,
and somewhere inside,
I know they are all lies.

But I can only see fields of blue,
one forgets the distance
between the earth and the heavens,
but it is only an endless delusion.

Like the shifting colors of your eyes,
while drinking honeyed and flower wine,
here within the carnivores mouth
we all succumb to sweet little offerings. Bluebell Dreams by *SilverWynd

Sleepfields
and continuing space,
slide into the room with us like a third person
in our conversation.

I saw my heart beat in my stomach
When you touched me like that.
Why don’t you touch me like that ?Sleep by ~bookbrink

Poetry - Free Verse

Poetry - Lyrical

Human Nature.Human Nature.

The dreamers,
The believers
And the ambitious achievers.

Need the realists to stop them from flying to close to the sun.

The realists,
The logical idealists
And the informed defeatists.

Need the dreamers to show them how some struggles can be won.

You see I am beginning to get the gist,

Of how we all unwittingly coexist.

Neither one can ever be dismissed,

As long as the reign of mankind persists.

As one tries, the other watches.

When one flies, the other dislodgesHuman Nature. by *KelaLewis-Morin

Phoenix FlamesAh Ah Oh
Ah Ah Oh

I have never been colder
Than that time we were dead
But then you laid on my shoulder
And we burst ‘to flames instead

So now you and me,
We are phoenix flames, baby
Burning high and free-ee-ee
Dancing wild, so brilliantly

I thought we had seen it all
been through hell every day
But then we both began to fall
And knew we couldn’t stay away

And now we’re
Burning, burning, burning baby
‘cause we’re flames
Sharing heat and sharing light

We’re phoenix flames
Burning bright
Burning together
Burning the old
For the chance to start anew

So here we are, twin red flares
Sharing heat and sharinPhoenix Flames by *MistressofQuills

Will Even Family Forgive?I committed a crime,
one that not only cannot be forgiven
but should not be forgiven.
And how is anything forgiven?
I can try and try,
try as I might until death
but a mistake that's done is unforgettable
and all I'm left with is regret and knowledge
to not make the same mistake again.
But what if I do it again?
Sometimes I get to wondering,
I wonder if my family will take me back
if my daddy understands or if my mom cares
but I wonder most
if my baby brothers and sisters forgive me
because really, the fault is mine and mine alone
for abandoning them
and rendering them disabled forever without cure.
And how do I change now?
I'll try to pay them back in my prison home,
learn to fight and toughen up
so I can try to go back, if they'll take me
and never let my siblings out of my sight again.
So how do I go about it?
It's better to be overprotective,
than to leave them to die the way I once did
and what's more
it's no crime, no crime to protect your loved ones at all.
But isWill Even Family Forgive? by =Starija

I'm Out For Blood And It Is YoursYou'd better
You'd better be afraid
Go now
Go now and get away
Get far
Far out of sight
Because there
There is no place for you to hide

Run (run)
Hide (hide)
And make sure that
I do not find (you)
Because I'm out (out)
Oh I'm out (out)
I'm out for blood and it is yours

Every
Every moment you're awake
Your life
Your precious life will be at stake
Are you
Are you yet terrified?
Because there
There is no place for you to hide

Run (run)
Hide (hide)
And make sure that
I do not find (you)
Because I'm out (out)
Oh I'm out (out)
I'm out for blood and it is yours

There's nothing
Nothing that can hold me to the ground
I won't
Won't stop until vengeI'm Out For Blood And It Is Yours by ~ElveTheInsane

Poetry - Lyrical

Scripts and Screenplays

CUBICULO THE NARCISSISTA PSUEDO-GREECIAN TRAGECOMEDY

Characters
CUBICULO – the newly crowned emperor of a pseudo-Grecian empire, having come into power after the unfortunate death of his father, Pythagoras, who was murdered during a peasant uprising. Although he is a fairly normal looking man his vanity knows no bounds and he thinks himself the most beautiful man in the whole empire, if not the entire world.
EUCLIDEA – Pythagoras’ widow, who is still mourning her husband’s death, as he was murdered no more than a week prior to these events. She indulges her son’s delusions, believing that by boosting his ego, he will become a great mCUBICULO THE NARCISSIST by *tanafeyroyale

LIF Ep. 3 Slender Prologue[N wakes up. He gets out of bed and looks at the cast on his hand. He enters his kitchen and eats breakfast while listening to the radio.]

Radio Person: There were no survivors. In other news, several children and teenagers still remain missing after two weeks of search. An update reports that the victims have been receiving strange notes days before their disappearance. One of the parents report that their child has seen a faceless figure stalking him days prior to his abduction. Also, it's Halloween weekend. If you haven't gotten your Halloween shopping done yet, it's a good idea to do so now.
Have a safe Halloween people.

[N turns the LIF Ep. 3 Slender Prologue by ~Nbbren

11 Days - 11 Nights Day Zero 0

11 Days – 11 Nights
Day Zero "0"
As War Brings Hell

Bulgaria/ Midnight/ Somewhere on the outskirts of the capital named "Sofia"/Time of the day 00:00

Its night and the small villages around the capital of the small Balkan country named Bulgaria sleep and crickets fill the night with their songs and they are the only thing that makes noise. While the villages sleep the capital is blooming with life. Teenagers are walking the streets of Sofia and they are visiting bars and discos, the capital never sleeps. But unknown for them one hundred and twenty-four kilometers north from the capital under the small town of Pleven lives a huge bio 11 Days - 11 Nights Day Zero 0 by ~willyoudieforme

Scripts and Screenplays

Foreign Language

Endlich Fruehling!Endlich Frühling!

Wenn die Amsel trällert ihr Lied
Und die Nacht vor dem Tage flieht!

Wenn die Tulpen und Osterglocken sprießen
Und wir die warme Sonne genießen!

Wenn an den Bäumen sich die ersten Knospen zeigen,
beginnt bald ein wahrer Blütenreigen!

Und wir beobachten voller Freude
die vielen Vogelbräute!

Jetzt ist jedem bewusst,
Schluss ist's mit dem Winterfrust!

Die Schmetterlinge zeigen ihre schöne Pracht.
Endlich Frühling!
Es ist vollbracht!

von Karin CamehlEndlich Fruehling! by ~bellelarme

Skinny Love Meine Lippen strichen sanft über die seinen. Sie waren warm und weich. Ich musste lächeln. Als ich mich erhob, sah ich, dass er die Augen geöffnet hatte und mich mit seinen wunderschönen grünen Augen ansah. Ich erstarrte und spürte, wie mir das Blut ins Gesicht schoss. Peinlich berührt blinzelte ich und versuchte mich an einem unschuldigen Lächeln. Langsam richtete er sich auf und saß plötzlich ganz nah neben mir. Wortlos streckte er eine Hand aus und fuhr sanft durch mein Haar. Er umfasste meinen Nacken und zog mich zärtlich zu sich heran, um mich zu küssen. Wir hatten uns schon oSkinny Love by ~bellelarme

Foreign Language

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ITU Feature 16 - May 14 , 2013

by *H-A-Cooke, 4 days, 6 hours ago
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Inspired Feature

Hello Lovely Ladies and Generous Gentlemen of ! It's time once again for the group feature! This round I've scoured through the Mature folder and debated about which Fixed Form Poetry to feature! Below are the four great authors who caught my attention!

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Please check out their Galleries and comment on their work! It's time to travel to the wonderous world they have allowed us to glimpse.

IMPY-KUN

Suicide

SuicideStepping through the door, the usual si-
lence prevails, for you must've gone out
drinking again, just like you always did.

Little did I know just how wrong this was,
God knows I wish I'd known as everything
becomes a blur. Sirens, scrambling, frantic
tones, I'm standing helplessly over her
as bullets and blood make it too late now.

Her hollow gaze burned in my mind, like an
agonizing brand, I was useless to
ease her terrible pain, now she lies in
the ground. Exhausted of life, she sleeps now
while I am left to wonder if perhaps
I am to blame for her tragic demise.

With direct words Megg gets to the heart-deep reality of suicide. The stages of grief: Shock, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Loneliness and Guilt - are an underlying theme. Each word makes you stop and think, constructed in stream of consciousness yet punctuated in quick breaks. You'll be left breathless - your mind thinking through the decision and after affects of suicide. A wonderful attempt at poetry.

X-ARTISTICCREATIONS

Opus nunc quidam sum monstrum

Opus nunc quidem sum monstrum"Opus nunc quidem sum monstrum meminisse mihi humanum semel."
{Although I am now a monster you must do well to remember, I was human once}.

I could tell you where I come from but it wouldn't serve you any good. My temples have long been toppled over and my shrines eroded by time. Long ago I used to rule countries and later ran from societies that governed humans before social government was created. I played my part in writing the 'Holy' scripture and designing its true purpose to lead the masses. I was there beside Judas as we watched from a hilltop while Jesus was crucified by the hands of his own people. He was the perfect human to use as

Artistic-Creation's grasp of Biblical characters creates a fascinating Narrator for this piece. You think you know Cain? Or that you've explored the ideas of devils? This story will plunge you into the conscious of a devil, and make you second guess the righteousness of God. Or at the very least you'll find yourself sinking into a new mindset and asking yourself: Am I destined to become someone or something I don't want to be?

SILVERWYND

Your Storm Gray Love

Your Storm Gray LoveI become lost in your shades of gray,
eyes like the storm of the rapture in my heart,
hold me fast before I can drift away.

How can I ask you to forever stay?
wandering the shoals with fear you may depart,
I become lost in your shades of gray.

Night begins to close heralding the day
and I am left pierced at the end of your dart,
hold me fast before I can drift away.

Through the fog have we found our way?
Are there words enough that my love I may impart?
I become lost in your shades of gray.

How lovely on your face the shadows play,
in this soft light there must be a place to restart,
hold me fast before I can drift away.

May the wat

The first thing I notice about someone (besides their teeth (because I'm weird) is their eyes. SilverWynd creates a story using the eyes as a portal to the heart. Not only does she capture the magic of gray eyes - but she infuses the poems with hopes, dreams, and emotions. And, as with any love there are doubts - that we all feel at one point or another. So, if you're prepared to take the journey, ask yourself:

Have you found your way through the fog?

SERENEPOET

LXXVIII - Asylum

L X X V I I I - AsylumL X X V I I I - Asylum

Sun-baked lavender birds
As a black hat on my hair,
Share corridors without bugs
'Cause you know love's unfair.

Crows are standing on my bed
Reaching for foam in my veins.
O bloody secret in the rain,
Capture of thrill, touch of red!

I was a funny plum,
Kind of deep asylum.
And the leaves on your pearl
Are beating like an earl.

Can't you see in my sky
All those stars lost and found?
I was scared, fever sound,
When you came, 'don't know why.

Tiny boy, not yet a man,
I was crying that rainy land.
Another stay on the green
Forgiving the Eden sin.

You should pray once again,
Flowers are really dead.
Black roses

Have you every wondered how disjointed thoughts create vivid imagery? Then LXXVIII - Asylum is the poem for you. The conflicting images and emotions really sink your mind into thought. The disconnected words and images make you grasp for concepts - just at the edge of thought - you feel as if you can relate. Next thing you know you're second guessing yourself. This poem opens so many doors it's an adventure to relate to it - an intense mixture of emotions.

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Here are some amazing writers! Take the time to read and comment on their work. It's truly amazing trying to think of the world through their eyes - and the eyes of their characters.

Keep inspired,

*H-A-Cooke

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~Fade2Moo 3 days ago Hobbyist Writer

Would a poem structure that I came up with that's based off of another count as fixed form?

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~Kestrad May 9, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Hi! I just wanted to make sure I submitted my entry to the Past and Present contest folder correctly, since it's still waiting for approval right now.

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