The Arms Of RomeI met Ed when I joined the Marines for the first time. Her name is Jessica Edwin, but in the Marines she was Corporal Edwin, or Ed. It stuck. She was tough and pretty, smart, driven, and two years older than me. I was nineteen and foolish. Somehow it worked.The Arms Of Rome3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We got married when we found out she was pregnant. My parents were very nasty about it. They felt I'd somehow taken advantage of her. Good as raped her. Her parents were wonderful. They hosted the wedding, Ed and I wore our dress blues, and took an oath that meant even more than
SpawnSpawnSpawn1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
These ashen skies spawned charcoal thoughts.
FlutteringsIt hurted.Flutterings3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My stomach was hurting for days. Mama said it was probably ulcer or maybe my drinking of so much Coke. But I ate and I ate and never drank Coke, and still my stomach hurted. Even if Mama went to the place where herbal plants grow to get a bunch of leaves so that she could squish them and put them in my drink, my stomach didn't stop hurting.
Papa said it was time to call the doctor, so he put on his funny straw hat and went to call the doctor. And when he came back, there was a funny-looking man that followed him into our little house. He had long kinky hair with white stuff in it and when he smiled he had very few teeth. His skin
Twilight in a NutshellHello, my name is Bella Swan. Isnt it such a pretty name? Its supposed to make you think that Ill be a deep, beautiful, gracefully written---wait a sec, did I just say graceful? Because, as youll unfortunately find out, Im the complete opposite of graceful. Clumsiness, which is intended to be the flaw of my otherwise perfect character, plagues my pitiful, unworthy female human self for this entire series. I'll constantly remind you so that you can remember how unworthy and pathetic I am.Twilight in a Nutshell4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Anyway, Ive recently moved to live with the commoners in Forks because Im self-sacrificing and I only want my mom
A Pokemon Love StoryA Pokemon Love Story7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Torchics are red,
Mudkips are blue.
This is the love story
of a lonely young Xatu.
All day he sat alone,
wishing things would change.
He constantly felt binded
by his imaginary chains.
Xatu thought of a plan:
call up all of his friends.
Invite them to a party,
hoping his problems would end.
He called them all up,
and now he must wait.
In order to succeed,
his party must be great!
The guests all arrived,
and all right on time.
They then got to see
the great Mr. Mime.
Juggling Poke Balls,
the crowd loved his tricks.
Next up on the stage
was the fiery Vulpix.
She spewed fire all around;
what a masterful art!
RequiemForASoldier...RequiemForASoldier...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They bury him under a flag, on a cool autumn morning. His brother escorts her, supports her tenderly through the service. He is the one who flinches at the rifle salute. She closes her eyes and opens her heart and lets the staccato shots pass through her like a wind.
Only blanks. Not real bullets. Nothing like the barreling rounds that ripped his flesh and smashed in under his narrow ribs and nailed his life to the inside back of his flack jacket.
That slim silent figure in uniform. Laid out cold and still. Thats not him. Hes not here.
AFortress...His embrace a fortressAFortress...3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her bumper sticker is peeling. The one that says 'I (heart) my Marine!' It's been months, but it's still true, so she keeps it, letting it peel and fade in the weather like a scab. Like a scar.
The sticker is hers, the truck is his. Nevermind that all the paperwork is now in her name. Nevermind he hasn't driven it in a year or more. She drives it to work, and pumps the high-priced gas, and pays to have the summer tires swapped for the snows. But it's his truck.
The wall above the bed becomes his shrine. She papers it
The Story of Harry PooterThe Story of Harry Pooter9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Harry Pooter and the Supery Glowy Thing
By: Nellie and Chester
Okay, so once upon a time, there was some little fellow named Harry. It's WEIRD that he'd be named that, seeing that he isn't sorta as hairy as you'd think he'd be with a name like that. Anyways, he spent his days living in a shoe… in a zoo! With his only living relatives, who were really mean zoo janitors! Wait, no, they were car salesmen! NO! They were NEWS ANCHORMEN! (dun dun dunnn)
Harry always had something weird about him though, a strange mark that would never go away… that was his HUGE-MONGOUS AFRO! Nobody knew how it got there… or WHY it was there…. But uh… it was t
Hero [Loki x Reader (pt20)]Your cheeks were still burning after dinner, because you couldn't stop thinking about that little slip-up and how you should have kept your mouth shut. You were on your way back to "your" room when Steve rested a hand on your shoulder.Hero [Loki x Reader (pt20)]11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey," he said, and you turned around. "Mind if I talk with you for a moment?"
Oh geez, how many "talks" were they going to try to wring out of you? But you nodded and motioned for him to come along with you, and you sat criss-cross-applesauce on the bed and he pulled up a chair.
The way he straightened up and folded his arms over his chest made you feel uneasy. His out-of-date wardrobe only added to his pat
Weed is GoodWeed is Good8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Weed is good.
Weed is great.
Weed is everything,
I don't hate...
BaD eGg...?Bad Egg.... a term that we all know; and one that some of us fear. But... is the egg itself really bad...? What makes the strange and glitchy pokemon inside so awful...? Aren't all pokemon created equally...?BaD eGg...?2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Or... could it be something more...? What's the reason for the strange pokemon within the confines of the so-called "Bad Egg?"
I....believe I may have found the reason for these... these... things shrouded in mystery....
And it isn't anything that's wrong with the egg.... No, it has to be the fault of the Trainer....
"Here's your egg. Take good care of it
Me and My Shadowi.Me and My Shadow2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My shadow slips to silence among the aquatic acacias. Even here, leaves abound, draped over the fuzz-curves of his figure as he soaks up the moonlight. Papa's soft voice turns my gaze to the moon. Remember, Carlos, our shadows are but imprints of the moon. Remember the Eclipse. I shiver and hold onto an acacia branch. I'm careful not to let my shadow near the shoreline where sea meets sand. That's why acacias are aquatic; they drowned their fate with the sea, Papa says. We cannot, we must not let it be our shadow's fate. We are nothing without our shadows. And yet the tide sweeps towards my toes as the moon charioteers across the silver n
Slender Man ComesSlender Man ComesSlender Man Comes3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You hear the whispers of his name
Like something secret and profane
The stories of him told to young
Of those unfortunate to have met him
When he comes
He comes out from amongst the trees
Bringing horror to those that see
A man, yet strange and grotesquely tall
A kind of man who shouldn't exist at all
Arms and legs long and limber
To leave your body, high in the timber
A face devoid of any features
Simple yet horrifying is this creature
No one knows from where came
Or where he will appear again
His stride is quick so you can run
But chances are your life is done
His coming is heralded by a fog
CuriosityI've seen the way you twitch,Curiosity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I brush against your arm.
I've seen the way you blush,
When I'm using all my charm.
I've felt your body shiver,
As my hands caress your hips.
I've felt your heartbeat quicken,
When you see me lick my lips.
I've watched your eyes get darker,
When I'm close enough to kiss.
I've watched your smile get wider,
When I press so close like this.
But I am a little curious,
And have been since we met.
I only have one question...
Do I make you wet?
2: 202 things about yourself2: 202 things about yourself8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Your real name:
Natural hair colour:
Other distinctive markings:
Game on a cell phone:
Play an instrument?:
Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?:
Like to sing?:
Have a job?:
Have a cell phone?:
Like to play sports?:
Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?:
Have a crush on someone?:
Live somewhere NOT in the united states?:
Have more than 5 TVs in your house?:
Have any special talents/skills?:
Eulogy For A HeroHe did not hold a mighty rankEulogy For A Hero2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
his name is yet obscure.
But for us few who stood by him
the memory endures.
He did not falter, but stood strong;
nor gave in to his fear.
And others took their confidence
from knowing he was near.
He didn't fight for riches,
for glory, or for fame.
He swore to serve the nation,
and when they called, he came.
He did not choose the nature
of the war he went to fight.
He did his duty day-to-day,
tried to sort wrong from right.
He went as he was ordered,
and countered every threat.
He studied lessons of the past,
that we should not forget.
He made new friends at every step
And never lost the old
He Understands, My Latvia DoesI heard a saying once, that the best gifts come in small packaging, or something along those lines. I never gave it much thought; I was always so certain that bigger was automatically better. Bigger meant wider, longer, fuller, thicker, anything along those lines, and anything along those lines was better for whichever country was obtaining it; Wider and longer space for land, fuller populations and trade, thicker income, all for the betterment of a nation.He Understands, My Latvia Does3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, in my eyes, bigger ways always better. However, that was before I'd obtained my little Latvia.
His body is small, both short and thin, and though he's often the color of the snow I
Missing You - Mikey WayMissing You - Mikey Way6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Title: Missing You
Warnings: Death, depression, murder
Summery: It always starts with the innocents.
Point of View: 3rd person/Mikey Way
Main character: Mikey Way
I wish this could be
A happy song
But my happiness disappeared
The moment you were gone
It had happened. Frank and Mikey went out to buy a few Monster energy drinks. But the two had gotten separated. Frank left, thinking Mikey was right behind him. But the poor bassist had gotten swarmed by fans. He didn't mind, but Frank didn't hear his yells. His pleas for him to wait up. Finally, once Frank was out of view, Mikey gave up. He signed everything, answered qu