Enlightening Darkness by grimseeker123, literature
Literature
Enlightening Darkness
In the beginning there had been nothing but a void of blackness. His father had crawled from it's primordial womb centuries before his coming and then had returned a century afterwards. The fae had been vicious in the claiming of their world for their precious light, even whilst his father’s kingdom had held its dominion and the sun had not ever been drawn from its place in the outlands of space, they had fought. His father's body had been destroyed in the fray by those loathsome creatures with their crudely crafted weapons and their chaotic magic.
They ground his horns and bled him, mixing the blood and powder and painting it over the
I will cut you out of me, Cancer,
Scrape you off every last sinew in my gut with the sharp end of a gardening trowel,
Because you try to take everything I have,
Everything that makes me happy,
And every person.
I love them.
I love them all!
I love them all and I won’t let you hurt them!
Or me.
Not anymore.
I’ll cut you out,
All the lumpy, pale, afterbirth-covered-in-blood, parts of you,
And I’ll put them in the ground,
Because you’ve poisoned me long enough.
You’ve crushed me into a little ball like an overzealous child with a small animal:
It has been years,
And you have tried to squeeze everything out of me.
T
The grass is tender and new beneath my feet.
The full moon is fat with a harvest smile, as she reclines in her sky.
The carpet is rife with stars and I can smell my aspirations on the pregnant wind.
Where does it come from, my potential?
I wonder if my future even exists.
If it isn’t waiting for me to drift up and lift the cover off of its box,
Like a pair of shoes at the end of a factory journey: waiting.
I have crossed into womanhood where the field’s grass meets the supple turf of my backyard,
and I hardly feel the difference.
Futures are fickle creatures like that,
No plumage,
Or warning noise,
Or dragging claws,
Until the sec
Blood, Snakes, and Scorn. by grimseeker123, literature
Literature
Blood, Snakes, and Scorn.
Blood, Snakes, and Scorn.
If you can’t see the quality of my heart, or the feeling in my chest,
you do not deserve to lay your fingers there.
Don’t pretend you didn’t want to,
your face was and is bad at hiding lies,
I know you did.
…and I would have let you,
let you touch, and feel, and play.
Would that you allowed yourself to feel anything but numb.
This fae-girl feels in high definition, in color beyond your reckoning, and she sees through you.
If you were to play with her full-flush-all-cards-borne, she would play.
But the moment she sees herself being thrown,
The way you intended to throw her, like a doll to th
If I curl into a ball will you make it stop?
The pain is a jackknife to my intestines, and you-you just sit there watching!
I hate this you know.
It makes wish I couldn't love.
That would fix this,
if you made me that way.
Without heartstrings bare and golden for men to scratch at with clumsy bows.
I don't want to be a violin for them, or even you, just me.
I want to be on my own and content, in a field listening to cicadas hum,
but their voices become hollow for me...
in the grass for so long without a hand to hold.
I am not a thing to be rescued or possessed,
that is and has been my problem with men.
No one seems to understand
An Unexpected Development by grimseeker123, literature
Literature
An Unexpected Development
Alison Leno
Creative Writing: Fiction
Jen Auger
9/23/13
An Unexpected Development
Rebecca's abdomen was sore from constant vomiting and every muscle was exhausted by the effort and lack of food. A belt of muscular fatigue stretched across her pelvis from hip to hip, its dull yet nagging soreness sank into the bones of her lower spine. The human lay sprawled, each limb held as far away from her body as possible, on a well-cushioned bench beneath a bay window. The chilled glass before her provided a barrier between her optimally heated hotel room and the city of Cratz, the planet of Sarmona, and their joint weather condition. It was
THE ROOM STILL NEEDS CLEANING by grimseeker123, literature
Literature
THE ROOM STILL NEEDS CLEANING
The room will always need cleaning
The floor is strewn with your personal effects,
A diorama of your life sans labels and order.
As you look at the stuff your mind tacks on individual meanings.
That book is for that class that you have a paper due for.
Those sneakers don't smell like sweat and nachos yet.
All of the strewn clothes ranging from dress to pajamas need to be put in the hamper,
And that bugger needs to be hauled off to the laundry room.
You can identify all of the crumbs and paper shreds on the omnipotent linoleum, which is a creature that lives In collage dormitories.
It's scuff laden tiles have seen so many feet come an
Her beauty is the tar of a constant backcountry road.
The sun has bleached her skin so that only black left circles the individual stone rivulets in the asphalt.
The obsidian tendrils run like snakes through her being.
She is tethered to confidence.
Her determination to live is the glistening red of strawberry skin.
It's pigment effervescent with the pulse of lifeblood around black seeds.
Looking to the sky like a plant from soil as the wind curls her body into its hair,
Scarlet dances around her as she sways in the field.
Her smile is the amber of tentatively brewed mint tea.
The moment her teeth flash is the spreading of soothing h
Enlightening Darkness by grimseeker123, literature
Literature
Enlightening Darkness
In the beginning there had been nothing but a void of blackness. His father had crawled from it's primordial womb centuries before his coming and then had returned a century afterwards. The fae had been vicious in the claiming of their world for their precious light, even whilst his father’s kingdom had held its dominion and the sun had not ever been drawn from its place in the outlands of space, they had fought. His father's body had been destroyed in the fray by those loathsome creatures with their crudely crafted weapons and their chaotic magic.
They ground his horns and bled him, mixing the blood and powder and painting it over the
The grass is tender and new beneath my feet.
The full moon is fat with a harvest smile, as she reclines in her sky.
The carpet is rife with stars and I can smell my aspirations on the pregnant wind.
Where does it come from, my potential?
I wonder if my future even exists.
If it isn’t waiting for me to drift up and lift the cover off of its box,
Like a pair of shoes at the end of a factory journey: waiting.
I have crossed into womanhood where the field’s grass meets the supple turf of my backyard,
and I hardly feel the difference.
Futures are fickle creatures like that,
No plumage,
Or warning noise,
Or dragging claws,
Until the sec
Blood, Snakes, and Scorn. by grimseeker123, literature
Literature
Blood, Snakes, and Scorn.
Blood, Snakes, and Scorn.
If you can’t see the quality of my heart, or the feeling in my chest,
you do not deserve to lay your fingers there.
Don’t pretend you didn’t want to,
your face was and is bad at hiding lies,
I know you did.
…and I would have let you,
let you touch, and feel, and play.
Would that you allowed yourself to feel anything but numb.
This fae-girl feels in high definition, in color beyond your reckoning, and she sees through you.
If you were to play with her full-flush-all-cards-borne, she would play.
But the moment she sees herself being thrown,
The way you intended to throw her, like a doll to th
If I curl into a ball will you make it stop?
The pain is a jackknife to my intestines, and you-you just sit there watching!
I hate this you know.
It makes wish I couldn't love.
That would fix this,
if you made me that way.
Without heartstrings bare and golden for men to scratch at with clumsy bows.
I don't want to be a violin for them, or even you, just me.
I want to be on my own and content, in a field listening to cicadas hum,
but their voices become hollow for me...
in the grass for so long without a hand to hold.
I am not a thing to be rescued or possessed,
that is and has been my problem with men.
No one seems to understand
An Unexpected Development by grimseeker123, literature
Literature
An Unexpected Development
Alison Leno
Creative Writing: Fiction
Jen Auger
9/23/13
An Unexpected Development
Rebecca's abdomen was sore from constant vomiting and every muscle was exhausted by the effort and lack of food. A belt of muscular fatigue stretched across her pelvis from hip to hip, its dull yet nagging soreness sank into the bones of her lower spine. The human lay sprawled, each limb held as far away from her body as possible, on a well-cushioned bench beneath a bay window. The chilled glass before her provided a barrier between her optimally heated hotel room and the city of Cratz, the planet of Sarmona, and their joint weather condition. It was
THE ROOM STILL NEEDS CLEANING by grimseeker123, literature
Literature
THE ROOM STILL NEEDS CLEANING
The room will always need cleaning
The floor is strewn with your personal effects,
A diorama of your life sans labels and order.
As you look at the stuff your mind tacks on individual meanings.
That book is for that class that you have a paper due for.
Those sneakers don't smell like sweat and nachos yet.
All of the strewn clothes ranging from dress to pajamas need to be put in the hamper,
And that bugger needs to be hauled off to the laundry room.
You can identify all of the crumbs and paper shreds on the omnipotent linoleum, which is a creature that lives In collage dormitories.
It's scuff laden tiles have seen so many feet come an
Her beauty is the tar of a constant backcountry road.
The sun has bleached her skin so that only black left circles the individual stone rivulets in the asphalt.
The obsidian tendrils run like snakes through her being.
She is tethered to confidence.
Her determination to live is the glistening red of strawberry skin.
It's pigment effervescent with the pulse of lifeblood around black seeds.
Looking to the sky like a plant from soil as the wind curls her body into its hair,
Scarlet dances around her as she sways in the field.
Her smile is the amber of tentatively brewed mint tea.
The moment her teeth flash is the spreading of soothing h
Enlightening Darkness by grimseeker123, literature
Literature
Enlightening Darkness
In the beginning there had been nothing but a void of blackness. His father had crawled from it's primordial womb centuries before his coming and then had returned a century afterwards. The fae had been vicious in the claiming of their world for their precious light, even whilst his father’s kingdom had held its dominion and the sun had not ever been drawn from its place in the outlands of space, they had fought. His father's body had been destroyed in the fray by those loathsome creatures with their crudely crafted weapons and their chaotic magic.
They ground his horns and bled him, mixing the blood and powder and painting it over the