Flower I am a flower sprouting from a seed and protruding from the dirt. As a seed, the dirt was my mother and the water was my father. Throughout my time of growing, the sun became my friend. He was my other half that provided my strength. My other comrade was the moon. She allowed me to relax and recharge to face the day.Flower7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As life went on, I discovered the dark, treacherous side of the world. People trampled on me without a passing glance. It would leave me crushed and defeated, but I would always rise again. Water would eventually turn to rain which turned to thunderstorms. The relentless pounding of water droplets on me had a purpose. It may have not felt good at the time, but I knew it was necessary to keep me alive.
Winter came and I knew that the end was near; however, I went peacefully. My life had been fulfilling. It had its ups and downs, but like every cycle of life, it had to come to a conclusion. Just remember that while your life may have
Black Ladies Chronicles: Lithium Addiction~ Part 1Part 1: WhisperBlack Ladies Chronicles: Lithium Addiction~ Part 120 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PEARL HARBOR NAVAL BASE, FORD ISLAND OAHU. JUNE 2001
Catch me as I fall. Say "you're here and it's all over now".
A lone submarine sat in drydock, she was a Los Angeles-class if anyone bothered to look at her but most wouldn't. The sight of her cut open head would've made any person throw up. Skin was drawn back and the hard steel skull drilled into in an effort to relieve the pressure building on the sub's brain.
Speaking to the atmosphere, no one's here and I fall into myself.
USS Greeneville had arrived here unconscious, her crew taking over her engines. She sported a nasty gash on the left side of her head that extended to the jawbone. Her nose was broken, twisted to one side and her left eye was disfigured. It was too early to say if it could be saved. It wasn't clear early on how bad the damage was until a bulge was no
The One In BetweenLiving is what you do; Dreaming is a subconscious affirmation of how you truly feel. Somewhere between these lives a third figure, Thinking: the world inside your head, your inner monologue, your approach to viewing the world.The One In Between6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Living is a compliant mistress. She will be anything and everything you make her. She is dependent upon your will, which you hold complete power over. You control what Living does and when she does it. Living is defined by you. Dreaming is a dominating partner in complete control of the relationship. He decides whether to take you to unimaginable heights, or watch you fall. Dreaming knows the secret truths of your soul; he keeps their true form for himself and plies you with artful parodies. Dreaming holds unimaginable power over you, but in a liaison with Thinking, you are an equal. With Thinking, you feed off one another in a beautiful synergy. She is easygoing, often allowing you to take the reins and pick the topic, but she is no passive lover. Thinking will
FFM30: VicesGaia picked up yet another stray, empty, wine skin and frowned. Of all things, her son had to get buried in human politics- at the height of an expansive, drug induced, alcoholic empire of them all.FFM30: Vices6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She rolled her eyes, and lifted a stray turtle from one side of the hall to the other, least it be trampled by one of the four baby elephants he had brought home the week before. Honestly, Gaia couldn't remember why she had reproduced in the first place.
A light tap on his door, and she pushed it open. Artfully picking her way through discarded clothes and stray pillows, and threw the curtains open.
He had women. Human women, in her home. Oh no, Gaia was not going to put up with this.
Merlyn SkinnerMerlyn Skinner was fat.Merlyn Skinner6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was so fat in all actuality, that even as he was born the doctors decided to open up his mother's belly rather then proceed in the natural way. His mother's scar has since been her favorite excuse for when she wanted him getting up from his mighty ass (whice was not an easy feat) and doing something. Merlyn Skinner knew it was her favorite excuse since he heard it the most, her only other excuse was "Because I want what's best for you", which he had heard a mere 5 times.
If it were up to his mother, she would have kept him a secret from the outside world. But even the life long savings of an humble cleaning lady could not have been sufficient for the amount of baby food Merlyn Skinner was consuming. And so it became that at the age of 9 monthes and 1 day, baby Merlyn Skinner was the name on everyone's lips in the neigborhood's proud gossiping network. The fact he was fat, however, had nothing to do with it.
At age 2 Merlyn Skinner was already used to grown-up