It was a dark and stormy night, where two strange children were dancing in the rain.
Lightning crashed down, mere feet from where they played, yet the twins only laughed and raised their hands as if the great streaks were a game.
The twins; Elektra and Indigo, danced. Raising their arms to the sky to call the storm to their little clearing.
Elektra raised her hands to the heavens and this time a great bolt of fire struck her in the chest, and clung to her outstretched form, and she laughed at the burning tether anchoring her to the skies.
Indigo, not one to be outdone, called his own bolt and soon joined her. They stood, hair dancing on
What's a Freak When We're All Monsters? by earthian101, literature
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What's a Freak When We're All Monsters?
A girl stands before a mirrors judgment, considering. She's excited for tonight - someone had finally asked her out to a dance. She had worked so hard to impress him.
Her usually snarled red hair has been swept back in an elegant updo, with the leftover ringlets spilling down her bare shoulders. Smoky makeup illuminates her glowing green eyes.
Her sister pauses outside the door, staring, then snickers. Her lizard like tail whips back and forth. "Who are you trying to fool, bird brain?" She goes.
An iridescent crimson dress hugs her body. Spreading like fire to stop just above her ankles, a racy slit runs up one side. Backless, the darker t
"You may see her now." The cold man with his cold voice in this cold building informed him tonelessly.
A nervous teen stood from the ugly plastic chair with jumpy haunted eyes, as if he'd just seen a deer in the headlights and couldn't quite stop seeing it. The teen followed the cold man into a sterile white room. It was a crypt really. And they had made no attempt to disguise it.
She was in the corner. He broke from the doctors side and sped past the rows of beds with their own gently sleeping occupants. All the beds were full. But he had eyes only for her.
People always said that the dead looked as if they were sleeping. But she didn't.
The Inaccuracy of Mirrors by earthian101, literature
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The Inaccuracy of Mirrors
Wrinkled fingers caressed an ornate silver frame. Their owner sighed. She had been much younger the first time she held it. Her nails had been a fire engine red that was already starting to chip. Now, her nails were shorter, her palms held more wear, with a plain french manicure from three weeks ago.
But the silver mirror had changed very little. A few gems had been lost from their settings, and the engraving of a garden had lost some of its detail after years of use. Some of the copper inlay had flaked away. But, on the whole, the mirror had changed very little.
She traced the chipped copper roses wistfully. Her reflection was the only thi
This is What Home Feels Like by earthian101, literature
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This is What Home Feels Like
Abby shut and locked the door behind her and sank into a chair. She didn’t need to of course, but she liked those little human habits. Even after five hundred years, it was still nice to pretend that she had a beating heart, if only for herself.
The internet predator had tasted better than she expected – then again, human blood was such a treat, that any taste seemed like a feast. This meal would last her at least a week before she had to go was back to her old diet of guinea pigs and stray cats.
She shut her eyes and sucked in a deep breath of relief. Feeding always made her drowsy.
A knock sounded on the door. With a groan, A
The amnesiac strolled down the sidewalks of Brooklyn, on his way home from getting groceries. His family would be waiting for him.
He went casually down a side-street shortcut, empty save for a glum faced young man crossing in the other direction.
The man glanced over, eyes sad, then did a double take, following the amnesiac’s progress for a moment before he grinned hugely and rushed across the street towards him.
“Thomas!” The man cried, flinging himself upon the very confused boy, who let out an undignified squawk and dropped his bags of groceries as he struggled to worm his way free, but the other was too excited to no
Blue Glass Cutting Blue Veins by earthian101, literature
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Blue Glass Cutting Blue Veins
A chocolate eye blinks from behind blue glass. Pulling back, its owner looks around her. She is in a circular room. It's cramped, with no door, and no windows. Food comes in through a slot near the floor. A crumpled blanket lies next to one padded wall, but apart from that, the cement floor is bare.
The ceiling however, is a different story. She has taken thousands of shards of glass, all different shades of blue, and suspended them from the domed ceiling on bits of string.
She's made the display from the bottles they serve her food in. Most days the glass is clear, but sometimes she gets lucky. Then she'll take the bottles and smash them
I wish I was a bird
So that I could fly
On shining wings of lead and wax
Quicksilver and arsenic
Into the velveteen silver sunset
That is your eyes
I will never fly south for the winter
Instead, I’ll hibernate
Make a home in your bones
And bask in the warmth
That is the way you smile
I will feel the rush of the tides
With every breath you take in and out
I will spin in orbit
Around your asteroid irises
And bask in the glow
Of your crescent moon smile
Someday. I'll do all that -
When I'm a Bird
But for now, I am painfully…
Human
My bones chain¬ my body to the ground.
Because, of course,
I am told that real birds are hollo
Love Poem For a Chemist by earthian101, literature
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Love Poem For a Chemist
Let's be elements together my dear.
You can be Sodium and I'll be Chlorine
Together we’ll make table salt and add a little flavor to people's lives
Or maybe you're Cesium and I'm water
'Cause when we touch we always explode
But my God, look at the sparks.
Promise me you won't join the noble gases
I know - Neon looks beautiful from a distance
But his glow only resides in cheap motel signs
And lost 7-Elevens
Always full of negatives
And no one to share them with
(He's really quite lonely you know)
And you can be heavy metal if you want
Vanadium and Cobalt have always been good to me
Just promise you won't sacrifice your positives
To j