Across the Ocean by jonathoncomfortreed, literature
Literature
Across the Ocean
I stood outside in the rain today. I know it sounds cliché, but the steady drumming of raindrops drowned out the beat of my heart and I swear I could hear you crying.
I've never felt as complete as I did then.
Let's just pretend that you didn't break my heart. I'll bandage my bleeding knuckles and go find that fake smile you left behind.
I won't be lonely. We'll pretend I'm happy standing outside in the wet; these are raindrops, not tears. I'll give you every excuse I have to offer, and someday when the rain clouds disappear I'll realize that I'm just talking to the sky.
I've run out of words, you know. I can feel it.
When it started
When I was young, I loved to watch my father work. I used to think sparks were dangerous, so I would sit far enough away that the fire could not reach me. But I could still feel the heat, watching sparks rise high into the smoky air.
I was terrified of darkness. I would sleep with a candle burning to protect me, but shadows invaded my dreams. I pretended I was a dragon, filled with flames. Fearless.
Defiant.
No one believes in dragons anymore. No one believes in fire, either. I've grown up into the age of electricity, where fire is too hot and too wild to touch. Why risk burning yourself when light and heat are ready at the flip of a switc
100 Years Minus a Day by jonathoncomfortreed, literature
Literature
100 Years Minus a Day
I am strong because I am weak.
The last time we fought, she punched me in the chest. Her knuckles broke, but my heart shattered like ice.
I've learned that there's more to strength than muscles.
I'm beautiful because I know my flaws.
There are girls that hide their beauty, and there are girls that flaunt it. She is neither.
She wears ripped-up Converse and old clothes. She smudges her mascara and still captures boys' hearts with her playful smile.
I'm a lover because I'm a fighter.
Her heart beats like a war drum. She plays with war paint and she'll fight for love.
Didn't you ever wonder why Cupid's arrow is stained with blood?
I'm f
-- [we are hiding from pain.]
For the first time she notices his hands are covered in scars. He follows her gaze and his eyes grow worried.
"What " she starts to say, but her voice trails off.
Eventually he answers her unspoken question. "When I was three my dad got smashed and gave me a knife to play with.
My mom came home and found me covered in blood and crying."
She's shocked. "Didn't it hurt?"
I'll write a story out of you one day.
And it won't be one of those gushy love stories you know the ones. The ones I used to write for you all the time. The ones about your eyes, your freckles, the way you held me when I was alone.
This one's going to be about your escape.
I was never quite sure what you were escaping from. It could have been me. It could have been your abusive mom, your alcoholic good-for-nothing dad, it could have been that bratty little kid down the street. But I don't think it was any of those things, not really.
I think you were escaping from your cat.
He still meows at night, you know. As if he's waiting for y
How to Make a Vampire by In-The-Machine, literature
Literature
How to Make a Vampire
Vampire lore spans many, many years back into the past and they still remain popular today as one of the most recognized and exalted horror icons in the monster world of fiction. Yet despite having many different variations the world over, some parts have either been watered down or completely written out for today's modern audience. Maybe you want to share in the stable, ever-growing fangirl or fanboy-powered market of vampire literature? Well, look no further. Here are some tips to help get you started:
1. Beauty and the Beast Despite there being years and years of pre-existing exotic vampire folklore from all over the world, it really has
Love Songs to the Moon by jonathoncomfortreed, literature
Literature
Love Songs to the Moon
He's lonely, just another dreamer-boy with his head in the clouds.
For a boy who would never be loved, he had so much love in him.
She runs her tongue along her teeth. Are you afraid of dragons? she asks.
I imagine her with scales and wings, breathing fire. I tell her no, I'm a knight in shining armour.
Oh, she says with mock seriousness, you're fearless then.
I'm afraid, I say softly, I'm afraid of falling.
She leans in close. I feel her breath on my lips as she whispers, What about falling in love?
I forget how to breathe. The world starts to spin and I close my eyes.
Then she kisses me full on the mouth and my spine turns to feath
Fullmetal Alchemist and Twilight: Elric vs. Cullen
By: Scroll Pirate
Epic Edward Battle
With Maes Hughes and Seth Clearwater
Edward Elric's long blond hair was pulled back into its tell-tale braid and his deep golden eyes glared across the room at his nemesis... Edward Cullen. Elric looked to his left to see his partner in this battle. It wasn't his brother, it wasn't a friend, hell, it wasn't even the damn Flame Colonal. It was a purple haired, black winged, smug smiling art thief: Dark Mousey. Just looking at the guy, Elric knew he could fight. He just didn't k
Dirty
The little boy lays silently in the dark of the stage.
Unmarked, unblemished, tough strings bound to his wrists and ankles
So that he can dance.
For days and weeks, those others come
Giddy with joy, animated in movement.
Jealous.
From the fibers that bind, he commands movement.
A wiggle, a tug, but nothing more.
He aspires for what he lacks.
Will, power.
I can't help but dance,
The strings have been lifted
I dance as they do.
Joy.
But my body and song never match.
The string moves as it pleases, guided with great strength.
I was strong, the spectacle, the pinnacle.
Then they look up.
They finally see me, much too late