final testament of a broken man So in my solitude ...final testament of a broken man 14 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Time sat still .. dead ...
Hours passed and I was alone here in my sacred Grove my garden of Eden which I call home , hours turned to days I didn't see toe setting sun for the bleak emptiness that greeted me was so cold ... that my eyes would flow with tears , the days fell into weeks , wandering blind and helpless unable to return home , from the guilt and the shame of giving up , weeks passed and the months roll on the abyss that I was subjected to in the hollow casket of my grave you dug ....
Though I found comfort in the beauty of nature, the looming sensation of death ,the numb longing for what has been long lost , never to return, never to have once more under the setting sun , starving solitary on lonely shores ...
Never to go home .....
The World Inside[THIS IS AN EXCERPT FROM THE SECRET DIARY OF CHRISTOPHER THORNDYKE IN SONIC GXT.]The World Inside8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Have you ever wondered about the world inside your head? When you've been there long enough, you become accepted by the world created around you. It accepts you without question, without logic, without bias. You are its maker, its creator, its caretaker. But if left by the wayside it becomes a garbled mess of misunderstanding. Or if you spend too much time inside, you don't want to come back out. You become torn between the world inside and the world outside. Both are dangerous places to be. One a world of physical suffering and the other a world of your own distorted delusion. Yes, the world inside is a place like no other. No mortal word or words could ever hope to describe how grand or how wonderful it is; to always be happy and to be without the daily physical pain of fighting for breath. But the world inside is also a trap. You cannot overstay your welcome, for if you do the world outside becomes for
In The EyesThe bite I felt on my neck woukd have to be the most painful injury inflicted on me. Not because it was from a zombie. No. No. It was because I felt human for that one second. Human. I thought about my little brother who though is now safe I was and always still be thinking about. My parents whom I never apologised to. I wanted to not save them but to thank them. But all that came out of my mouth was deafening scream muffled by the voices of infinite others. Infinte thoughts spilled out of us. Another infinite thoughts pierced us. Pierced. Consumed. And killed. Here I am now sitting down next to my meal. My friend from before. A million ways he could've escaped. another million that led him here. . He shot himself through the stomach. His still living body curled up next to me. His hand, smooth hands in my torn and bloody fingers. His breath is like the thunder, shuddering. Shudder. Shudder. Shudder. I am ugly and so were all of us from before. I am ugly now and so are all of usIn The Eyes2 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Puzzle PieceIt was a dark and stormy afternoon, and there was nothing better to do than a puzzle. Two children sat across from each other, attempting to assemble the puzzle best they could. It was difficult, but they knew that the final picture was almost complete. Judging from the picture on the box, the puzzle should have pieced together the face of a young creature. Since the puzzle was nearly complete the children concluded that the puzzle, indeed, would show the being’s face. How to finish the puzzle, however, was still a mind-boggling mystery. The pieces to the puzzle were very tiny, and the children began to loose hope.The Puzzle Piece11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This will never end," spoke one of the children, after a long, quiet moment of wondering. "None of the pieces fit anywhere. It's hopeless." The other child agreed, but then quickly reconsidered after spotting a perfect piece. "No! I think that this piece... It goes..." The child inserted the piece into a fitting area.
Both children focused on the piece.
la vitaI could feel the cool breeze rush by and whip my face. The rain poured down as I trudged through the thick wood. The lighting lit up the skyla vita14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked up to see a dark gray sky, almost black, and tall acadia trees looking down upon me as if I was and insect. Dead leaves were crushed by my feet. The thistle of the forest floor dug into my flesh and cut it. I was so tired, I had been walking for so long. My legs and arms stung and I could barely keep my eyes open.
Maybe I should sit here and rest?
No! I must continue...
hold on, let her throughqueen bee stinging, wannabes.hold on, let her through9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Komplementaer:9. Schall und RauchRarity war grade damit beschäftigt, sich für die Party umzuziehen und zu schminken, als das Türschloss in ihrem Rücken klickend aufsprang und jemand eintrat. Sie wandte sich um und kreuzte den Blick mit Apple Jack. "Komm rein.", lächelte sie und wandte sich dann ihrem Kleid wieder zu. "Hilfst du mir?", fragte sie, nahm die Mähne aus ihrem Nacken und bot einen Reißverschluss dar. Es war natürlich so, dass Rarity es selbst gekonnt hätte.. Aber war es nicht auch schön, so umsorgt zu werden? Als Apple Jack hinter sie trat, um ihr den Gefallen zu tun, spürte Rarity den warmen Atem gegen ihr Fell strömen und ein kleiner Schauer lief durch ihre Muskulatur.Komplementaer:9. Schall und Rauch21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rarity ließ das Haar los und lächelte sie im Spiegel an, dann nahm sie ihr Puder und trug dieses mit einem weichen Pad auf. "Rarity", fing Apple Jack an, biss sich etwas verlegen auf die Lippen und scharrte mit einem Huf auf dem Boden herum. "Ich.." "Nicht so schücht
ImpulsosQuise dejarme caer en el abismo de tus ojos oscuros mientras jugábamos a ser astronautas en mi habitación, pero en el precipicio de tus pupilas encontré unos negativos con fotos olvidadas. Y allí me perdí...Impulsos21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Me hice aguja entre la historia de tus recuerdos y los hilos sueltos de tu vida.
Nunca pensé que el negro fuera contigo, aún teniendo en el fondo, alma de poeta de lluvia y de músico quiebra cristales. Pero entre aquellas cajas de cartón y polvo, había demasiados olvidos.
Te convenciste a ti mismo.
Te asfixiaste a ti mismo.
Llenaste las corcheas de polvo, limpiando silencios sin límite. Presuponiendo, juzgando... Te olvidaste de creer, de respirar, incluso de amar. Y me arrinconaste. Me apretaste contra tus propios límites, e intentaste también, olvidarme... Pero sabes, viejo amigo, que siempre nos quedará el último té por tomar.
final testament of a broken man Far into the wilderness of my mind ,final testament of a broken man 4 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beyond the forests of my soul and woods of my past deep under the oceans of sorrow by the lonely shores ...
It's like I'm meditating, this beautiful euphoria of drowning , as I sorta watch myself from above I laugh as I see life from a new angle ,and I see how pointless it is ......
I struggle to get to the surface... but in this moment, I am calm, I let go and sink into the abyss behind me ... peacefully .... quietly.....
I can only wish. For its not my time to leave , I must be punished more than this ..
For what?.... I cannot remember anymore. .....
All I know is that in our time I fell behind and that I have failed . ..
Somewhere on this road I walk...
Along the way. .....