Saga Posted October 11, 2016 Share Posted October 11, 2016 host: yaoiotaku staff. attention: this thread might include NSFW content. / information This month writers contest will be a bit different. The theme is "the Grim Reaper". You have to present your masterpiece, which describes love between two males. It's up to you how you will interpret "the Grim Reaper". We allow 18+ content, which means - sex, violence, gore and strong language are allowed. / rules Minimum 500 words, maximum 1300 words. Only stories are accepted, no poems. The story can be rated as for 18+ No racism, no animal/child abuse. Love must be between two males. Title of the story is up to you. Post the finished work on this thread. Read the rules once again. / prizes * every next poster shall get only for October a nickname's color change (black); * 2,600 points for the winner and a new Halloween card from IShop; [*=2] / deadline start: 11th of October end: 31st of October Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted October 15, 2016 Share Posted October 15, 2016 Here's my entry :') - D - Death defined by many was a feared existence of a horrifying end of every living. To me, Death was not just a noun to scare the living sht out of people, ‘he’ was captivating, malevolent and immaculate. Who knew a skull would look immaculate, I daresay he was gorgeous. The time I met death was when my soul passed the underworld. Never once I thought that he was a persona, a being that looked ethereal and surreal at the same time. That's because he was also a fallen angel that’s tasked to judge or ferry souls to heaven or hell. Seven feet tall being clad in a heavy cloak that would put Dementors into shame. Judging how his hand that held the scythe wasn’t bony, I sure hope he was pleasing in the eyes, not just a freak-show scarring my mind. Come on, I was dead; ferryman should be hot, at least human looking per se. Indeed he was. If you would take a closer peek beneath that hood, you’d be greeted by a void of blackness. They said no one had seen death’s face; all you’d supposedly see was a skull with empty sockets if you’re lucky enough during windy days. But I saw a man with a jaw line that could cut a diamond, azure eyes that glowed like two reflector disk followed by the haughty smirk . Death was the most pleasant being I’d seen in my life and that’s something since gay people like me are picky when it comes to delectable men. “Is this hell?” That was the first thing I asked. I know that gay joke about Satan had reached its quota but judging from the latter’s expression, he wasn’t amused. He folded his arms on his chest, “Nah you’re in heaven, mate. God decided to go red and fire once in a while.” “But I haven’t done anything sinister in my life.” Excluding how I had an orgy with Liam and Ryder but that was beside the point. “Liam and Ryder had nothing to do with your situation,” Good he can read minds, fun fckng tastic. “Yes I do,” Death suddenly did the magic; appeared in front of me, his breath fanning on my face. Wait, was this huge excuse of a space his bedroom? “Maybe, just maybe I do get a sick thrill of raping men in my quarters, yes?” I may be willing to be raped by someone who looks like him but not about this predicament, certainly not hell. For a man deemed to represent death he sure had a huge room covered with gray wall paint and wooden floor boards, wait did I spot a Patrick star figurine? My eyes trailed at the monstrous bed behind him wearily, black manacles attached to the four posters of the bed. He can read minds yet didn’t comment to the panic and questions rambling in my head, instead he removed his steel-toe boots , causing a heavy thud at the floor boards. What a huge feet. “You know what they say about men and their huge feet.” He playfully chuckled, trying to situate himself at the edge of the bed. “Can you not read my mind!?”Huffing in annoyance I tried to look as menacing as him but was denied as his arms stretched onto my direction, latched beside my hips and grabbed me with him at the bed, causing a huge dip at the comfortable mattress. “Can you not think!?” He rebuked weakly, raised his hands in mock surrender. “I know you really had lots of questions let’s just say I want to taste you first before that grumpy fallen gets to taste you.” So Satan was really gay? Is this even really the issue!? Why wasn’t I panicking? Maybe because I was dead that I don’t really give a flying swear word. Or am I just drowning in his calming blues despite all these tension, sexual tension. So many unanswered questions! “Satan ain’t gay, human. Hell he can hump a cow for all we care now let’s move with the shagging.” He growled impatiently, flipping our positions easily as he was then on top of me. With just a snap of his fingers, the minimal clothing that I had immediately vanished, and the candles adorning the corners completely lit. “I know you humans are kinky would you like me in my normal appearance or my original appearance? Option one’s in demand by the way.” He talked as he removed his cloak revealing a skeleton then transformed into his original flesh form with a tight boxer shorts intact. “I’d decline the offer of getting prod in the ass by a bony boner, so Option 2.” “Too vanilla,” He muttered to himself as he suddenly kissed me like an A grade porn star. Our tongues danced with the rhythmic desire over dominance. His huge hands all over my body like two metal detectors thirsting for some unseen treasure. Luminous blue staring deeply into my chocolate brown orbs, it’s as if he was seeing right through me, right through my very soul. “Human, this might sound like a fckboy trying to woo the fck out of his woman but I’m just one call away.” He placed a golden coin embedded with a huge skull onto my hand. “Why me? Why are you doing this!?” Of course I tend to question this insanity, one time he said I was in hell then the next, he was fcking the living daylights out of me. This isn’t just a gay version of Sex and the City. We’re talking about answers here, real answers to my questions and not just sarcastic snide to divert it. Before I could drown into my own thoughts, Death tightly tap my chin and gently turned to him as our lips met the serenity of the said promise that he will be always there. “Why you say? I wonder why humans really like answers. I bet you jack off just seeking the truth.” Let’s just leave that green mindedness out of the box, shall we? His lips sending feathery kisses to my jaw line down to my ears, nibbling the lobe playfully; it was teasing and I wanted to beg for more. Let’s not just be a slut and play hard to get for a bit, I mentally scolded myself for displaying such lewd desire. “Happy Halloween, Vincent.” His voices echoed at the edge of my consciousness before I throw myself up. Eyes wide open, wildly searching at the familiar room. Chest heaving up and down, visible sweat dropping at the side of my forehead, my eyes started to focus at the dark room illuminated by the digital clock on the bedside cabinet. 3:33 A.M. "FUCK IT WAS JUST A DREAM!!!!” I muffled my scream with the pillow. I was frolicking in the bed, turning the comforters into a tangled mess before I hear something drop at my tiled flooring. The certain object that caused a tiny thud illuminated a certain gleam underneath the darkness, as it rolled under my bed. Lowering my head at the messy place under my bed, I saw the glinting object at the corner; I just barely took hold of it before I turn on the light, examining it. It was a gold coin with a strange embedded skull. It looked familiar and really important but my mind was trying to pull the hazy card on me. I just couldn’t pin point where I got the coin but I placed it beside the clock. Yawning, I needed to continue my sleep that day, hoping that a certain man in a cloak would invade my dreams the second time around. 69 days, still counting. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rebel Heart Posted October 16, 2016 Share Posted October 16, 2016 Well I tried my best and I hope people will like it. The boy with the sealed lips Kyle was breathing heavy while feeling his strained leg, clouds left his lips while he sighed, Kyle was jogging for a while now and he didn’t noticed the weather around him had changed. The whole day seemed to be off, the weather report said it would be sunny, but for some reason it was being grey and gloomy all day and on top of that the fog was setting in, thick cold wet fog. His leg was sending out signals that it was really not ok to restart jogging again and so Kyle sat down on the nearby bench. It was one of those autumns’ days that you rather stay inside but Kyle didn’t want too, he had a great body and to keep it that way he had to exercise. Ignoring the warning of the weather report he went out like he usual did, and now he was stranded. He checked his phone ‘no signal’ he sighed again as he looked around, something was off, something was close but it didn’t reveal itself. “Who is there? “ Then Kyle jumped off the bench as he heard someone giggling again he asked if there was someone there and again he heard a giggle. Kyle started to walk towards the sound, like following a thin thread which on any moment could be broken. Then the sound of the voice became louder, “shhhhhhhhhh” Kyle fell down as he heard this directly in his ear, and then he saw a boy standing in front of a gate. “Who are you? “ The boy looked at Kyle who was frightened, the only thing the boy did was putting his index finger in front of his lips making a sign to keep it down then he waved towards Kyle making it clear he had to follow him. Kyle stood up and was processing what he just had witnessed, the boy turned his back towards him and started to walk fast and disappeared into the thick fog. But wait what was it what he just saw, Kyle knew he saw it, cold sweat started to run down his back, those lips where sealed shut with a thread. Kyle was walked as fast as he could but the strain in his leg was hurting like hell, then he saw the boy again and suddenly behind the boy a big house rises up, it looked like any other house, but something was clearly off. The boy pointed inside as he disappeared like thin air. Kyle didn’t knew what to do or what to say, and so he entered the house. “Anybody home? “ Nothing, no sound no sign of anyone living, again he heard a giggling, this time it came from upstairs. Kyle wasn’t so sure about going up in a strange house again he shouted to hear if anyone was home. He walked towards the kitchen which was empty, slowly and silently he explored every room, then he heard a crack and Kyle jumps up, something falls down onto him as he passed out. A cold breeze blows through the house, this big empty house, well this was not entirely true. While the fog outside started to lift and the sun was about to set you can see the first stars of the evening. They sparkle as Kyle slowly opened his eyes, something must have hit his head or something, he tried to stand up but almost fell down, in the end he sat down on the floor, and he looked at his finger tops which where blue. He looked around and what he saw was just rubbish, this house must have been empty for years. Then he felt something cold in his neck and someone was whispering into his ear “Welcome” the cold fingers touched his nape and hot breath in his ears ‘wait a minute those fingers, they felt like bones’. Kyle felt big shivers running down his spine as he looked around to see who it was “who are you?” He shouted again but this time you could clearly hear the fear in his voice “what do you want from me?” Kyle tried to stand up again, he slowly walked towards the door in the room which was locked. ‘No way’ Kyle panicked as he tried to force the door open, but nothing seemed to work. He went to the window which had bars on the outside. Then he saw something curious, a book case without any of its books, Kyle slowly approached the old bookcase and the moment he tried to touch it, it swung open revealing a dark and narrow room. Inside the room he saw pictures of a boy, he walked towards one and picked it up, and it felt like he recognized this boy. The boy in the picture frame had a bright smile, his eyes where sparkling, but to who was he smiling? Kyle putted the picture back when he saw a big mirror, this is where he saw the boy again, in the flection of the mirror. It was the same boy as he had seen in the picture frame, but this time he looked as white as a sheet, bags under his eyes and marks all over his body, some old loan clothes, but the most curious thing of all, his lips where sealed shut. The boy raised his hand and pointed towards Kyle, which was in shock of seeing all of this, he turned around to see what was going on, but there was nothing there, again he turned to see the boy in the mirror but saw nothing this time, and the most strangest thing of all he didn’t saw himself either!! This freaked him out, he turned away and went to the side of the room the boy had pointed at. There where stairs leading down to the basement. And what he saw was frightening, the room was fully equipped with the strangest items, there was a bed and on the bed was a corpse, the room itself didn’t smell like death. Kyle was really frightened now, then again he heard a voice… “Sometimes the world of the living gets mixed up with the world of the dead” Kyle wanted to run back towards the stairs but where the door was supposed to be was now a brick wall. “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you” the voice said on a very iced tone “not yet at least” Kyle tried to look around, he couldn’t see anyone around him. “Why are you doing this, who is this boy?” Again he saw pictures of the boy and with the boy was a mysterious man, he walked towards corpse on the bed when he again felt something near him. It was the boy again, he pointed towards the corpse, Kyle wasn’t sure what he meant but he went towards the corpse anyway. He grabbed the corpse up and surprisingly it felt heavy, then he felt something warm inside his stomach, it was blood! He saw a sword sticking out of his stomach. “No you don’t, I will never let out, and you will join us forever” Kyle felt his life slipping away from him, he looked around but saw no one, then he saw the buy again, he pointed towards a clock, in his last moments of his life Kyle did everything he could to grab the clock, as he grabbed the clock he fell down, time started to rewind, and Kyle felt like he saw his life flashing by. Sucked in by death he passed out. When Kyle came to he was back on the street, a bright young buy with big blue eyes was staring at him. He kissed Kyle on the forehead and whispered the words “Thank you” Fin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dhanychan Posted October 21, 2016 Share Posted October 21, 2016 "Wiu..wiuu..wiuu ..." ambulance siren sounded loud ... "Quickly !!! before he bled to death !!!" a crowd of people gathered at the accident and whispering... the police gave to the mark. so, a bunch of people are not closer to the incident ... -------------------------- "ngg... aaa" I slowly opened my eyes, the head feels heavy, the whole body feels the pain and hurt. "Where is this?" when I looked around, I realized I did not know this place ... a place are all white and the unpleasant smell. "What I was dead?" "Unfortunately not yet" I was surprised when I heard a voice. I got up ... nyut..nyut ... I immediately moaning in pain. "Ouch...ouch" "You should not have woken up like that" "Who is it? I looked toward the sound. But, no one in the room. "Huh ... just, my imagination" I breathe ... "I am here" "woaa!!" I was surprised once I saw a man standing on the bed, on my feet more precisely. "Who are you? !! And off of my feet now !!" I shouted to the man. he laughed and still did not move my feet. that moment, I felt there was something odd. I look carefully, this person really strange. clothing kimono he uses and the katana tucked in his waist. who's this guy? and why I do not feel the weight of my feet? a lot of the questions that came to mind. but, it does not matter anymore because now I am really annoyed. "You? !! Go of my feet now and stop laughing !!!" I snapped. he fell silent. less than 1 minute he walked toward my face as if floating. I do not feel heavy at all. he squatting. his face very close to mine, do not smile at all. "Human beings are arrogant huh? Do not know the manners of the Shinigami, tired of life ?!" huh ??? he just says Shinigami ??? Shinigami ??? Shinigami, the god of death !!! seriously? !!! I do not believe what I heard. so, with a stunned face, I was silent. "Do not believe it ?! I'll prove it !!!" he stood up, took the katana and directed to the flower pots that are above a small table, next to my bed. he muttered, direct light emerging from the katana and "Buuzz" in an instant, potted flowers are in bloom so wilted, black and fell one by one on a small table. with eyes wide open, I was pleasantly surprised. can not speak. "Know who I am?" he smiled sardonically without waiting for the reaction I had, he continued, "so I came here with a purpose ..." "Take my life?" I interrupt "Instead, but, because of you I failed to take the lives of Takuya" he grumbled. "Takuya ??? Who?" "Do not play dumb. Takuya Sekizan, your Senpai, Captained your club" I remember now. at that time, after practice I followed the captain. because it is not satisfied with this exercise, I want him to play one on one with me. but when I saw he crossing the street there was a car at high speed of the oncoming. reflex, I ran toward the captain shouted. he was startled and a matter of seconds I pushed him. "Braaakk" "Ciiitttttt". I do not remember what happened next. "Oh, that's why I am here with a bandage on my body" he smiled but not with his eyes "already remember? this time you managed to thwart the plan. but, next time I will take the lives of Takuya" "Huh, what ...." suddenly the door opens. two guys with more than 180 high. handsome face. and still wearing school uniform. inside and approached me. "What, already healthy, Chiby? Body is small but fast regeneration. Huh?" said the red-haired boy 'Captain, what is it a way of thanking "said the blond-haired boy I paused for a moment and then pointed toward the straight "captain, Iwashimizu, see Shinigami" they turned and silent. but there is nobody there even I was surprised not to see him everywhere. "Hoii chiby ... your head, it's okay? Do not strike?" "Gion-kun,You okay?" "haah... ... I'm not kidding, seriously, earlier Shinigami here" "Chiby, If you're joking. I'm home" said sekizan surly "Listen, mophead. I am not kidding, and be careful where you go because ...." before I finished speaking, sekizan direct hit my head and left without a word. "Ouch ... damn, what is the way he grateful to me?" I said, holding my head. Iwashimizu just chuckled. and without waiting, I immediately told all to Iwashimizu. Initially, he did not believe it but because seeing my serious face. he was silent and ask what to do. I told him to keep an eye on sekizan and gave the news to me. Iwashimizu just nodded. afternoon, Iwashimizu said goodbye and upon opening the door ... "Gion-kun, if that story is true. Why are you willing to do so far for the sake of captain? You like the captain?" "What the ... you're kidding, right? I'm normal, you know !!!" Iwashimizu turned, smiled and left. while in the room, alone, I think why I did like this for mophead . if remember the first time met. very bad. I've challenged him, I do not polite he immediately hit my head, and makes me annoyed. he call me "chiby..chiby .." pissed me off but, no matter how hard I think I still do not find the answer to the question Iwashimizu. "Ah .. I give up ?!" ruffling my hair and tried to sleep. "Damn, I forgot Shinigami? !! shit, where did he go? I guess he must be planning something. I will not let he take the life mophead, not without my permission because mophead is mine !!!" ... ... what the ... just now I ... no .. no ... definitely a mistake .. fear, goose bumps. I am sleeping... for a few days in the hospital. I received many messages of Iwashimizu and proved to be true. Sekizan unfortunate row and thanks Iwashimizu, he is saved. for now. akhh ... damn Shinigami, how dare he touched mine. I do not care if he is the god of death. I'll kick ass if dare disturb what is mine. Therefore, I should not be here. I have to get out of here as soon as possible before it is too late. huh ... again I ... now is not the time to think it ... I ran to sensei and begged to let me go home. after the debate, I authorized return. the next day, I went to school, meet friends and boring lesson begins. "Huaaah ... sleepy" I yawn to hear sensei explanations Fortunately my bench is located at the back corner near the window. I love it. because, whatever I do, the teacher can not see me (my height 150) plus if bored I could look out the window. "haah..." sighed. thinking how to deal with Shinigami. wasnt a god of death can not die? immortal or something? then how I could kick his butt? What should I do? if not sooner mophead will die. "Seet" a dark shadow passing. I was shocked and stood up. sensei also shocked and asked. by reason of illness, I ask permission to leave the classroom. "No doubt he coming !!" I ran toward the shadows were gone. and ended up behind the school. there is not anyone here. Where Shinigami go? "Shit, I lost track. Damn" angrily, I kicked an empty bottle. drift bottles and ... "Duakk" bottle it right on the face sekizan. I stared, stunned silent. sekizan motionless. bottle fell to the ground. handsome face looked red welts the size of the bottle. awkward atmosphere. sekizan face looks sour. silently he approached me, I stepped back. can not talk and just stared. "Duuk" my body hit the wall. sekizan getting closer .... closer ... closer until his face close to mine. I could feel his breath. the smell of shampoo and soap. its body temperature. and the hands touching the wall. great !! I could not escape. five minutes of silence in that position. sekizan spoke "Chiby, whether you who sent Iwashimizu following me?" Sharp eyes, his voice cold. unlike the usual figure of captain. trembling, afraid I answered quietly "ye.." "Why?" "Ssssshini..." "You're kidding me ?! you still believe in superstition? seriously ... stop now !! I've talked to Iwashimizu, and you DO NOT EVER DO STUPID THINGS LIKE THIS AGAIN, UNDERSTAND? !!" I just shut glued "...... haahh, Listen I'm not afraid to die and leave me alone !!! " I growled mindlessly pulled the collar of his uniform "What the heck do you say !!! You think I was hospitalized, because of whom?!!" "Then why help me?" "?!!" it ... is the same question, which asked Iwashimizu. no matter how hard thinking I did not find the answer. suddenly involuntarily, I felt soft and warm lips touching my lips. shocked, I push him but it was too late. he pulled me, holding my face and put his tongue in my mouth. with eyes wide open, I felt his tongue touched my tongue, play it, and suck it. paralyzed, helpless I got carried away. 5 10 15 ... how long we kissed? I can not think, my eyes blurred, can not breathe, hot and ... "Aaaahh" my voice come out, when his tongue touching my sensitive parts. surprise, he let me go. "Ooh, kawaii.. I do not know you can make a sound like that and have a boner" his gaze fixed on my bottom. Startled, I covered it with my hand. I was very embarrassed could not say anything. "Chiby, consider a sign of my gratitude to you. It then even. So, do not follow me in addition to club activities. godbye" what the hell ... is not received, I spoke up. surprised, when I saw a black shadow appears behind the back sekizan. no doubt, it is a shinigami. I followed him but stopped. remember, with my lower standing. "Damn, when like this !!!" irritated, I take care of this first. 5-10 minutes. I seek sekizan everywhere, but do not see. Iwashimizu apologizing for getting caught but did not know where he go? irritated, I skip and look outside ... a couple of hours looking still did not find him. dripping sweat, panting breath, dry throat, sore feet. do not make me give up. I keep looking. subconsciously I was in an unfamiliar place. I stopped and looked around. I find it odd there was no one around here. Why? shocked, my eyes saw a familiar figure guy. standing still in the middle of the railroad tracks. "Captain!!!!" shouted no answer. he just stood there not moving. fear to overwhelm me. I ran up to him. suddenly ... I could not move. "Ting..tong..ting..tong" doorstop railroad crossings down signaling a train is approaching. I tried to move the body still can not. concerned with the state of sekizan, I stared. surprised, shinigami stood next to sekizan. smile widely. hand pointing in the direction of the train. then, pull out the katana and get ready ... NO!!! I am not ready... fear, sadness, anger, all emotions were mixed. "Captain !!! Captain !!! beware !!!" repeatedly shouted but no answer. dammit !!! can not do anything I was just screaming out loud "Captain ... come to your senses !!!" "Captain ... your family needs you, your friends need you, the club need you, I ... I need you !!! I do not want you to die because YOU ARE EVERYTHING!! MOPHEAD BAAKAA!!" "Cccchiibyyy..." I and shinigami, surprised. "Toot toot !!! !!" train began approaching do not want to lose. I tried to move again. I do not care what happened to me. just move... move... somehow a miracle, I can move and ran to embrace sekizan ""If you die, I die" that's the last word for you mophead ... goodbye father, mother ... goodbye friends ... goodbye everyone... not afraid of death comes, I hugged sekizan and he replied to hugged me. with a smile he spoke softly "Thanks chiby" ohh ... now I understand ... I know the answer Iwashimizu ... and I do not regret it ... Note : it looks like the story stands... sorry ... just want to try Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
addyLicious Posted October 21, 2016 Share Posted October 21, 2016 Word Count: 1,382. Sorry, I kind of exceeded the limit. Also, can I have the black instead of this green one as the color of my username? Thanks. SUMMONING SALVATION Walking aimlessly without a reason, without a goal, I can almost see my demise. Do I even care what will happen to me? Do I even give a thought about anything? Of the life I’m about to throw? Of the promises I made to my most beloved? Probably not. But the last thought brought a familiar ache in my heart, a feeling that I’m trying so hard to forget and bury. If I can only turn back time, if I only have done things differently, if only we didn’t throw those hurtful words to each other, maybe, just maybe I would be walking with you under the light of the beautiful moon that seems to mock me. It would have been the two of us, hand in hand, exchanging kisses, murmuring sweet nothings. It shouldn’t have been me, alone, without a reason, without a goal. … Tell me that you’re joking. I am shaking in fury, I know that sooner than I would have like, my emotions will start taking reign and I might say things I would definitely regret later on. Yet looking back, the signs were all there, I just chose not to look at them. But why would I? When those represent an impending end to the relationship I have treasured for years; of probably losing the man I only love. I am not saying this is the end. I’m just asking for a little bit of time. He continued to pack; dumping his things unceremoniously on the luggage, not once did he glance at my direction. I can feel his displeasure but towards me or the situation, I am not sure. What I’m certain is that I won’t be the one to beg, I won’t be the one to cave in, definitely not the one who will run after him. If he wanted to leave, then so be it. You won’t change your mind then. You’re still going to that bastard’s place. He sharply turned to me, those eyes boring into my very soul. The intensity made me recoil but I held my ground. Then and there I knew I hit a nerve. I should have known. I have my doubts but this is just my irrational jealousy talking. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. He simply shook his head and resumed packing and then without so much of a glance, he left. Looking back, I didn’t remember running after him or even calling his name. I just let him go. If I did things differently, would it have made any difference? Would he stay instead of going to that man’s place? Would he choose me even after all I’ve said and done. Maybe. Maybe not and honestly, it’s not important anymore. Not when I already lost him. … I met you when I thought there’s nothing more to life. When I have surrendered everything, resign to waste my days until I lose all hope of living. When I have exhausted every reason to continue breathing but then you became my salvation. The thread that pulled me from the abyss. Back then, I thought do I still deserve to be happy? You remind me so much of him. No matter how hard I try to separate the two of you, everything just overlaps. Tell me, is this my punishment? Will you leave me as I have left him? Am I going to feel the pain all over again? Am I destined to be alone for the rest of my life? Always looking, always chasing, not trusting enough, atoning for the happiness I took for granted? … You appeared in my life not even a year after I have heard of the news. A couple of months before I am reminded that it’s been that long since he has been gone. Like a miracle, like an intervention. I guess the first thing that about you that caught my attention was your stance; the way you carry yourself so confidently, like you can conquer the world and it’s the character that I loved most about him. And then you started to show me these little things of affection, of how you can maneuver a conversation with your witty remarks, in-depth opinion and fearless belief, of how you show that you care, of how you can be patient and understanding, of how you started to love all of me. I was afraid to give myself another chance in love because I know the mistakes I will commit later on will hurt you deeply like what I did when I was with him and that was my greatest fear. To drive the one I love away. Yes, I love you but I haven’t said the words yet, though I know my actions would have given it away. But you didn’t pressure me; you stayed the same as always, being by my side all the time without asking for anything. Honestly, that’s what hurt the most. To know that in holding back, I am hurting you in return. … It’s that time again. Will you let me come with you? There was the hidden plea on your words and I know the answer this time, even before that question. It’s been another year. Yes. … You live in him, in more ways than I would have liked. It seems really ironic. The things that I hate about him, I’ve come to love in you. The adventurous you, the playful you, the loving you. How come I found those things endearing in another person but not the one I loved before? How can you be so similar yet so different at the same time? I have learned then to look past reasoning, of not to resort to comparing because I’ve fallen for you and not the one you remind me of. I am yours from now until forever. … As I look at the pristine ceiling, as the lights blind me, as the onrush of voices assaulted me, all I can think was this is the time that I will not hold back. This is the moment to prove that the love I have for you is solely yours, not his. That you’re you and you’re different. That it is you I think of when I smile, not him. That it’s you who makes me happy and not the fading memories of him. I know you’re waiting, still waiting for those words that it tears both our hearts apart. “We’re losing him! Blood pressure decreasing! We’re getting weaker heart beats here! We already lost the other one! Let’s save this one, people! Come on!” My eyes feel heavy, I feel exhausted that neither sleep nor rest can quench. I wanted that peace with you. I tried to pry my eyes open, to have a last look before I go to another realm and in that exact moment that I felt the strength to do so, my eyes met yours. You’re a few paces away from where I lie yet even in my weak state I was still blinded by your smile. Ah, there you are. Perhaps you have come to release me from this pain. I closed my eyes and mouth the words. I love you. Even without looking, I knew you have heard it as I felt a soft caress on my face. “He’s smiling.” The voice was astonished. BP dropping! Heart beat gradually slowing! “Time of death: 5:38 PM.” … They say you have brought upon our death, my own demise, that perhaps you were Death personified to claim me but in every pore of my heart, I only will ever recognize you as my saviour. You made me feel love all over again even if in turn you had to take my life in a way. But what should life means if I continued to live it in fear of getting hurt from living again? You showed me how beautiful it is to love and that pain and hurt will always be there as its siblings. I regret nothing, for you didn’t take my life, you made it entwined with yours after all. I will always be part of you, here in afterlife and as far as what lies beyond this. Completely yours. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sb.cmi Posted October 23, 2016 Share Posted October 23, 2016 Ok, soooo, this is my entry, and I don't know if it's exactly the right theme, since it's not as much love between men as it's a man recalling how or why he felt in love with another man. And I do have an excuse for this, which is that in 1300 words I can write smut and I can kind of write a story, but I can't do both. I need space for that. And I felt like this theme required a story, so I gave that one a try I hide and he seeks I can’t remember what I thought about this before it happened to me...about death..about life..well, what I do remember is that I was scared of those two. I was scared to live because I might die and I was scared to die because I wouldn’t be alive anymore. That was stupid. So stupid. My whole life was just a long period of stasis. I didn’t enjoy it. Not the way I could’ve. Just what I had to do to live comfortably. I thought that comfort was enjoyable, but now I know that, back then, I wouldn’t have known how to define the concept.But now? Well, maybe I can’t define it now either... But I can define excitement. I spent my life as this foolish wallflower, too scared to even try to face the world. I didn’t cry, I didn’t laugh. I didn’t play. When I died, I did what any idiot that lived like me would’ve done. I got scared. I tried to run from it. And that’s probably the one and only moment in my life that I’m proud of my rush decision. Because when I ran, he ran after me. When I hid, he sought me. And when I got discovered, he let himself be distracted. He played with me. I’m usually an idiot, but sometimes I’m smart enough to just act like one. I’m a ghost. By now I can say it without biting my lips. He’s a reaper. Or at least, that’s what my religion would call him.I’m not supposed to be able to run from him. But I do it anyway. And when he catches me and I manage to escape, I’m senseless enough to think I actually did that with my own powers. But I probably didn’t. He let me. He walked into my game of hide and seek. Well, at least that’s what I’m playing. I don’t know about him. Maybe he’s playing my game. Maybe he’s playing his own. Maybe he’s just hunting, and the evil behind the black robe likes to play with his prey before... Well, whatever it is, it makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt when I was actually alive. Huh.. I’m actually laughing now at the irony, while he is there, grinning at my stupidity. I think that grin is the first thing in my life that I felt with my whole being. The first time I locked eyes with this dead creature that has been living since forever... My wife, my parents, the people in my life, they weren’t answering.. they weren’t hearing me, seeing me, feeling me. I was growing more desperate as I was slowly accepting this whole ..being dead..thing. I was a ghost among others, and no-one knew what was the right thing to do next. So I was just idling away when he came. Surrounded by screams of terror and ghosts of tears, when I first saw him, every part of me grew silent..all but one. And I ran as fast as I could, as my survival instinct was finally waking up. I was afraid, but it was a dull fear. I wasn’t scared of him, I was scared simply because, somehow, I knew I was supposed to be scared. I ran back home that time. Right up to my bedroom, right in front of my closet, and I actually put my hands on the handles and tried to open it. Good thing I was just a ghost, unable to actually move things, because, as I surprisingly realized, I was going to do something I haven’t even done as a kid. I was going to hide in my closet, far far away from the monster from under my bed. I think I actually laughed then too, but what I know for sure is that I calmed down, for 5 seconds at least. 5 seconds because that’s how long he allowed me to laugh it off before he pinned me against the closet, making both me and the doors creak and groan under the pressure. And that was the moment I first saw his face. At first glance, I thought I was looking at one of those black and white pictures from decades ago, those that are so beautiful simply because you can’t see the imperfections, quality-wise. But what I was facing wasn’t a scene from a 1920’ movie. It was real life, as real as it can be for a ghost. He was real, he was there, 4 inches taller than me and probably with a presence 4 times more overwhelming than mine. His ivory skin was almost translucid, so much that you could almost see the skeleton monster depicted in every legend...he looked more like a ghost than me in that aspect, but the he was the ghost of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. His eyes too, were still and cold, black like a night without clouds and without stars, with just a pale moon attracting all the attention. And that moon was me, was my reflection, my real self, for that was what you see when you look in the eyes of Death. You see the dead one, you see yourself, the you that hides behind the mask you show to the living ones. Surprisingly enough, I looked the same.I think that surprised him too, since his eyes grew bigger for a moment and I saw a light that couldn’t have came from me. That’s when the corners of his mouth raised in a cunning smile, showing small perfect teeth and sharp canines, just as a predator would have. That smile sent shivers down my spine, an electricity that passed trough all my being and stopped right in the palm of my hands. It felt like fireworks in my hands...the tips of my fingers started to burn and I felt the need to squeeze my fist so tight that my nails would dig into my skin, and I don’t know if I wanted to keep the sparks in or just deal with the pain they caused. “You’re not afraid?” he asked in a low voice, as if made for only my ears “I’m dead, what is there to be afraid of?” “Then why did you run from me?” his face came closer as he whispered even softer, urging me to pay attention only to him Why did I run, actually?”Because you ran after me” “Then, if I don’t come after you, you won’t run away? will you be a good boy leave this world the way a ghost is supposed to? ” his face closed in, so much that our lips almost touched, and the tingling in my hands grew almost unendurable “If you don’t run after me, I’ll just stay here. If you want me gone, you’ll have to catch me.” I myself don’t know why I said those things. Looking into his eyes, my real self couldn’t lie. “I see” his cold hand gently grazed my cheek, leaving invisible burns behind. He opened his mouth, but turned into mist before he could give form to the words that lingered on his lips. I then saw my wife walking up to the closet, up to me, but not seeing me, ignoring my invisible presence, and just starting to take out my clothes from my closet. It was like two worlds just clashed, and I was left speechless, desperately clinging to the fireworks in my hands. And I think I know what that feeling was. I have nothing to compare it with, but I’ve heard stories. Yeah, I’ve heard a lot of stories, and they do kind of hit the spot...all those terrifying stories about falling in love. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NightAir Posted October 30, 2016 Share Posted October 30, 2016 I wanted to write smut/sex so much but I ended up being plotty instead. I'm so mad. Maybe next time. 1300 words. Breaking the Cycle I. I felt the ground tremble beneath me, felt the sway back and forth. I felt the pounds and pounds of dirt weighing atop me slide off, as if disappearing in an instant. My body felt lighter, but my lungs didn’t take in air. When I realized that I was feeling something tangible, visceral—the cold breeze that swept through my bangs, a cool finger ghosting across my cheek—I opened my eyes to blackness. “Am I dead?” I asked. “You were, yes. Welcome back.” It was a man’s voice. Deep. Rumbling. The kind that would reverberate in your chest. I remembered that voice: had kissed its mouth silent on the lonely nights, had its desperate words pressed against my skin, and heard it choked and wanting against my ears when we could get away with being closer, closer, closer until— I jerked up. I had hands, feet, arms, legs, a body—I was as I had been before I’d been buried, and would have fallen out of the coffin if solid hands had not gripped my shoulders. The moon peeked out from behind the clouds. Blackness gave way to form and sight, and the man who held me was, “Nathan,” I breathed. My hands shot up to cradle his solemn face, and tears gathered into my eyes. Yes, his beautiful brown skin was duller than I remembered, his green eyes blanker than I recalled, his dusty field clothes replaced with a black cloak, but— “Nathan,” I whispered, “How did you—” Abruptly, Nathan took my hands off him. “I’m not Nathan,” he said softly. His hands were cold around mine, large but rough and freezing, dark contrasting the pallor of my pale skin more than I remembered. His eyebrows furrowed: he was as handsome as I remembered. “I take the form of the one you loved the most. The one that makes it easiest for you to pass on.” I jerked my hands away. Not-Nathan lowered his hands. “I’ll take you home.” II. Not-Nathan had no name—reapers didn’t, as it turned out. And he didn’t move like my Nathan did. “You don’t remember,” Not-Nathan murmured. “Of your time in limbo.” There was an implication he had at the end of it, one I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t remember anything. I just remembered the moments before being buried alive; then waking up then in the coffin. “Should I have?” “You were very vocal about returning back.” He paused, staring up at the covered furniture in the room, before sweeping down the long dark halls that I remembered from a lifetime ago. “You gave all the other reapers a very hard time. Not me,” he added, but it seemed like an afterthought. “You liked me. You said I was the only good thing there. You called me Grim.” His voice, dragging, almost slow enough to be desperate. I didn’t know how to answer. We’d returned to the mansion that’d been mine in name once upon a time, had exchanged inheritances multiple times after my death, before eventually being boarded up and left alone. Too much bad karma, I supposed. “Matthew?” He’d noticed I’d stopped walking. “You know what’s sick?” I said. “You wearing his face. You having his body. You sounding exactly like him.” “I can’t control it,” Nathan’s whisper-rough voice said, and if I closed my eyes, I could pretend it was him. Except Nathan had been full of life, sunshine kissed and mine. “I’m sorry.” Grim stared at me, so different than Nathan looked when he was sad, because Nathan would cry. Eventually, he dropped his eyes. III. I don’t know why I didn’t send him away; Grim stood at the door when I lay down on one of the beds atop the frozen sheets. He didn’t need to sleep, and apparently I didn’t either because I didn’t need to breathe or eat anymore, but asides from pointing that out, he didn’t argue. I wondered how much he knew about me. “I don’t know much,” he said, after I asked. If I listened, Nathan’s voice was different than his: Nathan’s had been easily excitable, pitch wavering up and down; Grim’s was slower, more careful. “I only know what you told me.” I rolled over to look at him. “What did I tell you?” I wasn’t someone who shared easily. It would’ve taken more than just meeting some stranger in an isolated place for me to tell anyone about myself. It had taken Nathan half a year. It had taken my mother until her death. “Your father,” Grim said. He looked like a part of the room, half-blended into the darkness, the strong features of Nathan’s visage pronounced. “How much you loved Nathan. Getting caught when you tried to run away.” “We were going to live somewhere warmer,” I recalled, little bits and pieces sliding off my tongue. “He was going to show me where he had grown up. I was going to be free.” These memories felt like they were slipping from my fingers; these desires had never been fulfilled. I felt a gap in my heart that I couldn’t close. “What…what else happened in limbo?” “You don’t remember?” Grim asked me. He sounded so subdued. So sad, so quiet. Afraid. I felt like there was something I should’ve. Part of me wanted to hold him; I refrained. I didn’t know him. “I’m sorry,” I said, rolling on my back so I’d be on my side, facing away from him. “I don’t.” IV. We traveled, eventually. I wanted to because there was nothing else to do when everyone you knew was dead, and there wasn’t a worse time to do it; Grim had nothing against it, just that he wouldn’t let me go alone. It was uncomfortable at first. But Grim was a talker, surprisingly. He’d offer up little words and tidbits, about what I’d gotten up to in limbo. The things he remembered me doing that I did not, the words he remembered I said. The memories came back in pieces. I remembered how I died. And I know in some part, limbo had been frightening. I remembered, eventually, what the other reapers had been like: to me, they had appeared to be people of my past—my disappointed father, the servants who had cared for me growing up, my tutor who had died, my dog I’d loved before she’d died of old age. Everyone, taunting me, yelling at me to move on, to pass on. Nathan. Nathan spitting on me. Nathan rejecting me. We traveled to Russia, Spain, France—all of Europe when we could. And in that time, I remembered meeting Grim for the first time, Grim’s careful, quiet nature compared to the others, defending me. Grim, talking to me when I didn’t want to be alone just like he did now. And then I remembered the first time I had kissed him. When he’d kissed me back. And our promise. V. “Matthew,” he sighed, and his skin warmed up under my touch. “You idiot,” I murmured, helplessly, pressing my lips against his eyelids, his nose, his cheek, his mouth, his mouth, his mouth. I was crying. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you remind me? That you’d given up everything for me to come back?” He kissed me, slowly, as if savouring every moment to my frustration, before he lowered his face to bury it in my shoulder. “I didn’t want you to hate me,” Grim murmured. “You couldn’t have been happy. How many years did you wait for me?” “Matthew,” Grim said. “I don’t care if I’m mortal if I get to walk the earth with you.” I remembered my freedom had been for the price of Grim’s lifetime. And because of that, me, and my heart, could only love him more. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alezander Posted October 31, 2016 Share Posted October 31, 2016 Happy Halloween!! Awoooooo~ The 1300 word limit spoiled it but please accept this humble entry... Much thanks to Jun-chama for mercilessly editing this garbage, haha. PINK WITH A HINT OF RED He walked swiftly, his footsteps echoing loudly around the empty hallways of the hospital. Just today he was granted permission to begin his thirty eighth reaping, a mission he would not allow to wait. He stopped in front of a door, slid it open carelessly and loudly announced his arrival. "Hey, Grandpa Mu! I came to play!" There was a small chuckle at the declaration from the room’s inhabitant. "Came to fetch me?" "Yeah,” he affirmed as he made his way to the bed where the other was and stared down at that wrinkly pale face, those cataracts tinted eyes, and that empty toothed smile. “You’ve got your luggage ready, I see." "Haha. Don't joke with this old man. I'm not supposed to take anything with me, am I right?" "Mu Ameki,” the reaper finally said, regarding the old, withered man after a moment of observation. “You’ve lived a fulfilled life. Today you will die and I have come to collect you. What do you say?" "Can't wait." This was unbelievable. The man was unflinching, uncaring at the face of death. He was more than ready to leave this world. He regretted nothing. "Well then, close your eyes." -0- Mu woke up in a bed to see a ceiling above him, puzzling him. He expected to end up in some hazy, far-off wonderland. Then he realized a bit late that he could actually see. "Where’d my cataracts go?" Oh? "My voice..." He tried moving his fingers, packing his fist. He could feel strength in his arm, something he hadn't felt for a long time. His skin was smooth and supple too. Wait. Could it be...? There was no way, right? He moved the blanket aside to find- "Holy shit! My son is alive! In this age!" He stood up, admiring his morning wood, palming the hardness through his hospital pajamas. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had an erection this stiff. He was moved beyond words. "Technically, it's not alive." Mu whipped his head around to find his last visitor that the door. His looks matched his voice; as youthful as Mu felt. "You died this afternoon, but you haven't passed on yet." Mu watched the other produce a candle out of thin air which he lit with a puff of his breath. The flame's color kept swinging between orange and pale blue. "I see. Don’t worry, I'll explain,” the stranger assured him as he was handed the candle with a not-so-brief explanation that followed. It was exhausting to be fussing about every single thing, especially for one as old as Mu. Although he was surprised, he didn't bother questioning this young man who was babbling about candles, time, and death. "Maybe if you introduced yourself first, I'll have an idea." He was met with laughter. "You know, I love messing with guys like you, acting so righteous, thinking you can befriend Death." Mu watched as the gleam in the other's eyes changed from a dull crimson, to a fiery red. "If that’s the case, I will make you curse the day you were born. I will toss you into the next world with regret sticking out your back. I am Triste, and I am your Grim Reaper." The reaper ended with a flourish. Mu clapped his hands, which made the reaper flush red in embarrassment. "Well, seeing as it's near seven, I should head to school now," Mu decided, changing into his uniform and preparing to leave. "Huh? But why?" "Because apparently I'm a high schooler again." "Don't pull that goody two shoes act on me. You actually want to skip school, right?" Mu felt himself smile. The reaper was actually pretty cute now that Mu wasn't meeting up to his expectations. "Nope. See you later, Tris." "Wha-? Don't call me Tris!" -0- They spent the following days living very normally in human standards that half-way through the rewind had Triste disappearing on Mu in apparent frustration, confusing the human. That fourth day, Triste stormed out in a swirl of smoke and didn't even return in the evening. Today was the sixth. Mu knew Triste couldn't possibly be starving or cold, but the human couldn't stop himself from worrying all the same. "Where’d you go, Tris,” Mu sighed before announcing his arrival to silence at the apartment and retiring to his room to change. "Guess he isn't back yet-woah!" He was thrown facedown onto his bed before he could react. Mu felt his hands being tied behind him before he was flipped to face his attacker. "Tris...?" Mu was stunned speechless as Triste climbed on top of him and proceeded to strip. "If you're not going to do anything, then I will," Triste growled. "Prepare yourself, Mu. I'll make you green; make you regret." “Oh? You want me to do something?” Despite how flustered he initially felt, Mu's managed to compose himself. Mu took Triste’s surprise at his challenging tone as a chance to flip their positions. "H-how... Your hands..." This time, Triste’s surprise was directed at Mu's strength, even with a handicap. "Untie me?" Mu asked, feigning innocence. Triste was remarkably flushed at this point; his skin mimicking the colors of his eyes. His lip quivered as he bit on it, thinking. Maybe this way Mu would have a bigger regret. Something like that. "If your grandkids saw you like this..." Mu chuckled drily. "They'd be proud." Triste huffed indignantly at his reply. "Do you always do this with your other Reaps?" "N-No," Triste stammered, looking away. "The Boss is always watching so..." "Then, is this your first time?" "T-That sort of thing doesn't matter to Grim Reapers! First times or whatever means n-nothing!" Just hearing Triste say that made Mu certain that it wasn't nothing at all. "Well, your boss is always watching, right?" There was no answer, only a new layer of blushes from his cute reaper. "Then, we should give him a good show." -0- Triste did not know what to feel afterwards, really, but he knew things didn’t go his way at all. He was almost certain of happy pink flames burning the last of Mu’s candle behind him. "So, how was sex with a ninety-six year old grandpa?" Of course Mu had to tease him. "Don't make me sound like an elder loving pervert," was his snappy retort. “…Do you regret it, though?” Triste pursed his lips at the topic of regret, feeling conflicted. His silence prompted Mu to pick another, safer topic instead. "What's your favorite color, Tris?" "…Green." "Green," Mu repeated, watching the flame, wondering if green will ever show. "Regret, right? Red suits you better, though.” Despite himself, Triste dared glance at the flame. He finds himself staring at the red he was apparently better suited to. -0- Triste couldn't decide if waiting for the last hour was better or worse. "You ready, Tris?" “Why’re you asking me?” Mu was unfair. “Can you tell me what it's like on the other side?" "…Nothing. Just sleep, minus the dreams." “I see,” Mu mused, a disappointed look briefly crossing his features before facing Triste again with a resigned smile. I wanted to dream of you, at least. "Don't hold back, Tris," Mu told him with a laugh, moving his candle between them. "I'll always welcome any S&M play from you." "Sh-shut it," Triste sputtered as he conjured his reaping scythe. "Mu Akemi. Your last words?" Mu's blue eyes held Triste's red ones in a soft gaze as he thought it over. There was a flicker of green and Triste’s breath hitched at the sight of it. "I regret having to leave you alone, but I'm sure you’ll be fine, so I'm not worried." Triste's felt his chest tighten. Heartache, maybe. "Take care of yourself, Tris." Heartache, yes. Find your happiness for me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sai-Miyoshi Posted October 31, 2016 Share Posted October 31, 2016 A short story "Noah, stay with me...", a faint voice cried. "Noah, don't go....", an echo replied. "Noah....", it trailed off. The little boy never left his mother. Never left the safety which was then called home. "Noah... it's ok to cry", gentle arms whispered in his ears. Just like a pathetic falocy the rain came pouring down, down down. Down on the crowd dressed in black. Home had died, leaving a then 20 year old child behind. It would have been humorous if the rain had mixed with the mans tears, but panic never does come with tears at first. It is an ice cold grip on your lungs, like a winters snow storm, suffocating all life which had been foolish enough to stay outside. Thus the brain shuts off, gasps for hope and screams "help". "Noah, take care.." a man who would have liked to be home muttered to a pair of dry eyes. Once everything you came from disappears, you wonder where to go to. Reality and Dreams mix, and even rain seems surreal and mocking. The known becomes the unknown, the unknowns stays. Thrown out. Drifting along, storms don't matter, waves don't matter, because land is nowhere to be seen anyway. "Noah... what a meaningless name" In any other case, one would expect the young man to spin around in surprise, look who was behind him, show emotions of distrust and anger at both the intrusion and the remark and then snap at the stranger, telling him to leave the funeral he was not invited too. But none of that was necessary. "Thank you", was all to be heard from a calm yet pain strained voice. After the tearless stage of Panic, the individual breaks down. Home matters no more. Duties matter no more. Sorrow matters no more. Only pain. Pain, endless pain. Some situations call for frustration, fearful screams and distressed sobs. In other situations this second stage of Panic has the appearance of whimpers and mindless salt running down the persons cheek. no clenching of fists. No sounds. Just pain. The later was Noah. Bones became a myth of yesterday, support is needed, and even a stranger is gratefully invited. "Noah, let go...". Muscles tense, body against body, tears fall and the young man shivers, clinging on. Nothing. Exhausted he lies there in the arms of a stranger. Pain was engulfed in a sweet embrace, eliminating all feelings. Emptiness. A leap, was nothing more than it took. Some describe a leap as a flight, an adventurer, pure and innocent, setting off on a journey he would never return from. Others say it is like a black boat, sinking in the endless blue ocean, all alone, forgotten. None of this applied now, although the later was close. For the Child had merely complied to a constant repetition. The Child had stayed, stayed with a ship that had sunk, dragging him down. Had embraced the stranger, savoured his kisses, calming and soothing. "Welcome Noah", said home. Explanation: The story is about a young man called Noah who commits suicide. The stranger at the end is the Grimm reaper, who in this case is synonymous with death. The reason for his death is that his mother which was all he knew, died. I used a ship sinking as a metaphor for death, which links in with the name "noah" Didnt think it would b perceived as complicated T^T Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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