Sophia D'Soleil's Stories

74;characters

2008-06-28T16:56:47Z

it takes more courage,
to get back onto your feet,
than it does to fall.

three;lines

2008-06-28T16:53:54Z

the memories fade,
but the scars stay; so we must
learn to live again

seventeen;syllables

2008-06-28T16:49:16Z

haiku.

and these drones they claim
to have life inside, but they
can’t teach me to feel.

Is There Balm In Gilead?

2008-02-18T08:29:24Z

There are nights i wake
only to sob,
there are nights i wake
calling your name.
It is your face that
haunts my dreams,
your sweet smile,
the sound of your voice,
the smell of your hair.
It is your name that
is carved in my chest.
Even though you’re
gone away from me.
There is no pain greater,
no sorrow that can surpass,
no grief that could overpower
what i feel now that you’re gone.
There is a horrible cold
inside my bones,
inside my heart,
where you used to be.
Is there balm in Gilead?
If i succumb to this
piercing ache
will i be accepted into
warm, loving arms?
If i lay down to sleep,
never to wake,
will you be waiting
for me at the gates?

Can you finish a story?

2008-01-21T03:22:11Z

I honestly think that the most depressing thing in the world is losing the inspiration to continue a story. I had started a story on this site with so much enthusiasm i figured it would never run out. And now i find that i have no desire to continue the series. Perhaps it’s me growing as an author and realizing what a crummy storyline the series has… but still, it’s quite sad to be discouraged and un-inspired.

And so it is, that on this day i proclaim a challenge for all my fellow ficleteers. Your challenge – finish a story. I don’t care if it’s a novel or words for a picture book.

The only terms you’ve got :
-must be more than one ficlet

deadline is undecided, really depends on the entries i get… some people need more time than others.. I suppose you guys should shoot for the end of February, but im lenient in my deadlines.. creativity is not good for conformist purposes ;] good luck!

Magic's Mark [21]

2007-12-20T20:38:30Z

The rest of the week seemed to pass all too quickly for Ritchie. He was learning so much from Maria he didn’t have a lot of time for his homework and it was showing in his grades. Not that it mattered to him what grades these monsters gave him. For the most part, he often refused to show up to class. Only his lessons with Maria were difficult or even anticipated.He now knew how to summon objects, establish magi connections, manipulate the morti mind, he knew how to manipulate the wind and weather and was learning how to play with fire. Maria had taken to blushing whenever she taught him because he was so powerful and would often complete the exercises that she gave him within minutes or seconds. Ritchie kept his ego in check, however, though Maria didn’t know how. He had all the license to deny her respect and try to learn it all himself, which he certainly could do, and yet he didn’t. He acted as though she were the more powerful one. Somehow, Maria knew that he still felt responsible for his mother’s death.

a challenge?

2007-12-09T04:30:58Z

Ok, i keep getting comments from people who are sad that they missed the deadline for my challenge so i’m posting this ficlet to let them in on some information they must have overlooked. Now they better pay attention cuz i won’t repost this.

I wanted to make a challenge that was fun, and the people that did it seemed to give a positive response. Only two people participated though [so far] And that’s kind of sad for me. So let me repeat one last time…

If you want to do my 99 Ficlet challenge, then do so. I would be touched. If i get more than six or seven entries then i’ll extend the deadline and all earlier terms for the challenge will be reinstated and a new Master Ficleteer shall be appointed for a week.

Rammula's Mirror [monologues challenge]

2007-12-07T21:05:17Z

“ARGHHHH!” I scream in outrage. Ever since that fateful day when that little witch Rammula locked my soul into this mirror i have been trying to find a way out. So far, nothing has worked. I get to watch everyone living their meaningless lives while i rot in this godforsaken contraption! Who said mirrors were harmless?
I’m starting to go crazy in here! I scream and yell and kick and punch the walls, so tight around me they’d make God claustrophobic! I stop, exhausted and my chest heaves up and down with anger. I look out, there is a woman who looks a bit like i used to, maybe a little prettier, fixing her hair. This is it, this is my chance to get out. I search deep down for perhaps one spell i haven’t tried yet and begin to chant.
Rama haken o ni she lat, rama haken o ni she lat…
I look down at myself, my skin is tanner, my hair-smoother. I can stretch my arms out all around me; i’m a captive no longer! I look back at my reflection- there’s the woman who was fixing her hair- the mirror’s new captive.

F+Z challenge: Fritz and Nasa's Story...

2007-12-05T21:57:00Z

Nasa sat on the couch next to Fritz as casually as possible. God! He is so hot! Nasa thought to himself. Zooey had convenientely gone out to get the wine so it was just the two of them.
“So…” Fritz tried to start a conversation-and failed.
“Do you want to play a game?” Nasa asked, hoping this worked.
“Sure!” Fritz loved games.
“Ok, it’s called ‘slaps’, we put our hands together palm to palm and if i hit your hand then i get to give you a consequence and if you hit mine you have to give me one.”
“What’s a consequence?”
“Some kind of punishment,” Nasa replied with a mischeivous grin. “Ready?” Fritz nodded and they put their palms together. “Go!” Nasa said and with practiced speed hit the top of Fritz’s hand; he giggled triumphantly. Fritz sighed and closed his eyes waiting for his punishment. He was surprised to feel a pair of warm, soft, wet lips pressing eagerly against his own He tensed at first and then relaxed into the kiss letting it grow more heated He was enjoying himself until Zooey walked in

ANA CRISTINA- MASTER FICLETEER!!!

2007-12-05T20:56:53Z

Ok, yes before Ana Cristina stabs me for missing my deadline, let me just say that it was all because of my computer’s emotional suffering! It decided to breakdown the very moment i was about to post this ficlet.
Anyway
Since no one but Ana Cristina seemed to find this challenge interesting or a particularly nice way to spend their talent-!- I am happy to announce that Ana Cristina will now be Master Ficleteer for an entire week [until next Wednesday.]
Not that anyone but she will read this, just thought everyone ought to know you owe her some repect. The only one kind enough to participate and actually did a good job.

Just as a notice- if i get enough entries i may consider doing it again and posting a new deadline. MAYBE ! you disloyal unfaithful uncooperative meanies!

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? *ficlet challenge[2]

2007-11-25T07:39:49Z

That was a month ago. Now, those kind of shaking fits are common and come almost daily, varying in severity. I have a headache every day and my muscles are tired and sore, though they have had no exercise. My mouth is dry, but when i open my mouth to speak a dry, hacking cough comes instead and i resign myself to shivering under the four heavy blankets. I stare out the window at the bleak November sky and wonder when i will know what’s wrong with me. I wonder when my appetite will come back. I wonder if i will go completely blind in one eye. Legally, i’m already there, but i’ve still got some power left in it. I wonder why i’m the only one in my family to suffer this way. I wonder how long i will be suffering for.
The scariest thing one can ever know is not knowing. That is true more so when applied to health matters. I cry in the knowledge that even if there isn’t something clinically wrong with me, there is nothing i can do to end my own current suffering, and the only person who can help me – doesn’t care.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? *ficlet challenge

2007-11-25T07:29:33Z

The movie was great and was only made better by the presence of my boyfriend Scott and his sweet kisses. As it ended, i started to feel shaky and dizzy. I grabbed onto a seat near me to steady myself. I smiled at him and told him not to worry. I left him for the bathroom, maybe some cold water on my face would do the trick. It didn’t.
I shook, as i walked back to where he was standing, but i didn’t want to go home. I tried to hide it as we walked down to the ice cream place. And then it started. My whole body was really shaking. It was jarring, i had to sit down. Scott was worried, though i told him not to be. I told him to get me whatever he was getting and went to shiver violently at the first table i saw. As soon as i sat down i felt like i had to walk. My whole body was shaking and it was starting to scare me. I didn’t know what to do. I had to walk, but it only got worse as we went out in the cold. I couldn’t breathe, i couldn’t speak. My eyes welled up with frightened tears. What was wrong with me?

99 Ficlet Challenge: Can you handle this one?

2007-11-25T06:57:51Z

MWAHAHA ! Ok, granted, i was a pansy and didn’t get to 100 ficlets before i decided to do my challenge. You will all just have to settle for 99, ok?!

Your challenge: write some poetry/prose involving a pole-dancer, an uptight business man/politician [take your pick] and a weapon

The pole-dancer may be a woman or a man [same goes for the politician/businessman] The weapon could be a hands on kind of thing, could be a poison, could be anything you like. Even some strange, obscure biological warfare kind of thing. The weapon does not necessarily have to be threatening or even in use… just there, and it has to fit.. and flow… you get the picture!

This must be set in the 50’s.

Darn, i kind of want to do it myself… but i wont! >.< I will get outside help in assisting me judge the stories, the winner will have extreme bragging rights and will be dubbed Master Ficleteer for a whole week :]

all entries must be in by Dec. 3

A Tormented Conscience

2007-11-25T06:39:57Z

The room is hot,
the walls are wet,
a stench lingers in the air.
My forehead’s drenched with salty sweat,
and there’s grease in my hair.
I hear a creak
from the walls
and a long steel spike juts out.
It cuts me deep
and my blood falls
like tea from a pot’s spout.
I stretch and strain
against the chains
that bind me to the wall.
my muscles tired,
pulled and strained,
the wounds-the worst pain of all.
The spikes will come,
out from the walls,
to cut and make me bleed.
a decent cut
causes cries and calls
for the redemption i so need.
and somehow i
withstand it all,
guilt worsening the pain.
the poison guilt
springs from the walls,
to cut and drive me insane!
i wriggle and
i writhe in pain,
the spikes cutting deeper still.
Another spike,
i cry again,
i stay living of my own will.
and finally,
i can take no more,
and i scream out my confession.
the poison spikes
of guilty store
recede for my redemption.

Just Enjoying This

2007-11-25T06:30:44Z

My breathing’s ragged,
my heartbeat’s fast,
i don’t know how much
time has passed.
I’m just enjoying this,
what you’re doin’ to me,
do you even know?
the chills,
the thrills,
every touch,
every kiss,
what is this?
this ecstasy?
can you call it love?
don’t let me,
you’ll be gone in the morning
if i say it,
so i’m just enjoying this,
this feeling.
your hands on me
pressin’ hard against my jeans.
i know where you want to go,
let me take you,
let me guide you,
i’ll be your lighthouse
if you wanna play lost boat.
it’s not love,
it can’t be,
can’t be,
your tounge in my mouth,
tryin’ to keep the words
from comin’ out.
i’ll just keep it inside
and we’ll just enjoy this…