So guys, this is a reminder for my competition #fiveendings.

I hope you are reminded. Kool.. I guess I'll add a link or something

https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/92944/version/176552

There you go, have fun. godspeed

;D

It's scary what a smile can hide.

Some nights
    I don't feel
    anything 
    for you.
    Not anymore.

It's as if 
    I'm only
    holding on
    for the sake 
    of it.

It's as if 
    I'm no longer
    afraid of
    the
    deep
    drop below.

But other nights
    It's as if
    fate
    has cheated 
    me
    of you.

“Go for another round and then I’ll come around and check your results.” Leanne answered, half watching the teens train. Her body may have been there, but her mind wasn’t. The Fields were quiet that day. No-one was there, no-one but them. The walls were as grey as ever and the lighting was low. The holographic creatures were moving silently, bullets passing through them and being caught in the silicone layer behind them, waiting to be counted and assessed later....

Love, like the warmth of the sun on my skin, is a blissful feeling. This warmth is the tingling in my toes, the erratic beating of my heart, and the pins and needles in my arms as you hug me. Love is prosperous and joyful - I've never known a greater feeling. When i am grey and old, memories of the beautiful things you say to me and the incredible things you did for me would live on forever.

When...

Riddle me this....
What roams in the shadows
Like a bat in the night
What protects Gotham
Yet keeps out of sight
What wears a mask
And is feared by all
What claims to be strong
But is soon to fall

There she was lying in his bed
Which had worn out to a piece of thread
But while the world was in deluge
It was her refuge

When lightning preys
And the world is ablaze
She would whimper and run
To her shining beacon

While the world was wrecked and demolished
And everyone perished
On his bed she would lie awake 
While the world below them would shake

When the earth was cracked
And the sky was blacked
When faces...

4 pm lunch at our favourite Chinese restaurant
perfectly content with the steaming bowl of rice
more dishes arrive, plated precise and neat 
on grandmother's lapis blue china.
It starts to pour outside
the wind now blowing blankets of droplets
threatening weak umbrellas-
the people like disorganised ants,
scurrying to shelter.

 

The water argues with itself, leaving only the firm rocks to be the peacemakers of the current. It's careless and reckless; water only ever wants to go on adventures. It wishes to tumble courageously into a pool far below, it wants to go deep into the ocean, exploring its depths. Some waters are of the more peaceful type; these just do their duty at a leisurely pace, never having a care in the world as they move right along in...

              III.
Death in the form of a skeletal hand,
Grasp her shoulders; all was planned.
Clawing for a release on each strand,
Each strand of charcoal skin disband.
Mouth wide open, tries to demand
“Stop!” words drown in quicksand.
Too late, she’s pulled into deathland.
                        VI.
Skin torn apart, peeling off reality.
Larvae at each degree, eating away
skinned tapestry. Eye at the edge,
sitting gravely, what a tragedy.
Stuck in the world...

It's scary what a smile can hide.

Some nights
    I don't feel
    anything 
    for you.
    Not anymore.

It's as if 
    I'm only
    holding on
    for the sake 
    of it.

It's as if 
    I'm no longer
    afraid of
    the
    deep
    drop below.

But other nights
    It's as if
    fate
    has cheated 
    me
    of you.

“Go for another round and then I’ll come around and check your results.” Leanne answered, half watching the teens train. Her body may have been there, but her mind wasn’t. The Fields were quiet that day. No-one was there, no-one but them. The walls were as grey as ever and the lighting was low. The holographic creatures were moving silently, bullets passing through them and being caught in the silicone layer behind them, waiting to be counted and assessed later....

Love, like the warmth of the sun on my skin, is a blissful feeling. This warmth is the tingling in my toes, the erratic beating of my heart, and the pins and needles in my arms as you hug me. Love is prosperous and joyful - I've never known a greater feeling. When i am grey and old, memories of the beautiful things you say to me and the incredible things you did for me would live on forever.

When...

Riddle me this....
What roams in the shadows
Like a bat in the night
What protects Gotham
Yet keeps out of sight
What wears a mask
And is feared by all
What claims to be strong
But is soon to fall

There she was lying in his bed
Which had worn out to a piece of thread
But while the world was in deluge
It was her refuge

When lightning preys
And the world is ablaze
She would whimper and run
To her shining beacon

While the world was wrecked and demolished
And everyone perished
On his bed she would lie awake 
While the world below them would shake

When the earth was cracked
And the sky was blacked
When faces...

The water argues with itself, leaving only the firm rocks to be the peacemakers of the current. It's careless and reckless; water only ever wants to go on adventures. It wishes to tumble courageously into a pool far below, it wants to go deep into the ocean, exploring its depths. Some waters are of the more peaceful type; these just do their duty at a leisurely pace, never having a care in the world as they move right along in...

              III.
Death in the form of a skeletal hand,
Grasp her shoulders; all was planned.
Clawing for a release on each strand,
Each strand of charcoal skin disband.
Mouth wide open, tries to demand
“Stop!” words drown in quicksand.
Too late, she’s pulled into deathland.
                        VI.
Skin torn apart, peeling off reality.
Larvae at each degree, eating away
skinned tapestry. Eye at the edge,
sitting gravely, what a tragedy.
Stuck in the world...

                        III.
Death in the form of a skeletal hand,
Grasp her shoulders; all was planned.
Clawing for a release on each strand,
Each strand of charcoal skin disband.
Mouth wide open, tries to demand
“Stop!” words drown in quicksand.
Too late, she’s pulled into deathland.
                        VI.
Skin torn apart, peeling off reality.
Larvae at each degree, eating away
skinned tapestry. Eye at the edge,
sitting gravely, what a tragedy.
Stuck in the world of pageantry,
her fantasy, her vanity, her...

1996

    The sun beams down on him, casting a shadow, the very version everyone sees. Shards of glass spread on the grass, he tried to pick the pieces up but each touch was a stab. A cycle: pick, stab, red, pick, stab, red. A vicious cycle. No means to stop. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. The burning fire kindled in his lungs, but no sound was made. The demons crept in his mind lurking at every thought, every...