Birds And Wolves, My DearI know, I know, my dear.Birds And Wolves, My Dear1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I will howl for it. Because the
moon might listen. I'll ask it why.
Why? Why I cannot decide my
faith and fortune.
And it will tell me, that I can. That
I am deciding it. But it is
impossible to know which actions
cause which reactions.
And which words will break which
So I will howl. And I will sing my
song only the birds can hear. The
only song I can sing with tears
running down my face. The only
song I do not need words for.
I will howl for it, my dear. I will cry
for us. Because we might never be
more than we are now.
Yes, there is that chance we will
be. But it is a chance I cannot
take. Just for this selfish reason,
I do not want my heart
broken by you.
I know. I know, my dear.
I will howl. I will sing, my dear.
But it will not change a thing.
An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 8I grimaced as I walked through the front door.An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 817 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I knew my mom would throw a fit if she saw me like this.
"AYE!! MIJA!! QUE TE PASO?!?"
(Aye! My daughter, what happened to you?!?) She gasped, eyes wide in shock, while she hurried over to inspect my face.
"Luché con un chico de la escuela. Me estaba insultando."
(I fought with a boy at school. He was insulting me.) I grumbled, wanting to get out of her grasp.
"Aye, mija, no debes de hacer eso!"
(my daughter, you shouldn't do that!!")
she growled, angry that I got in a fight.
"lo sé, lo sé... Tengo tarea..."
(I know, I know... I have homework...)
I mumbled, not looking her in the eye. I knew I was going to have to deal with it at school, and I also knew she'd let me off the hook for now so I could do my homework.
"Ok. Ver hacerlo."
(Ok. Go do it.) She said, with a frown.
I ran up the stairs and rushed into my room. It took all I had not to flinch at "Mija". As promised, I took out my homework and finished it u
An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 7"Hey, you okay, Leh?" she asked.An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 718 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No. im breaking.
"Of course! What makes you think im not?" I said, giving her a small smile.
"Its just, you've been looking a little blue lately, is all." Dana murmered, her eyebrows creased in worry.
I flinched a bit, the fact that she cared so much, and that I was going to cut her off, scratching at my insides.
"Don't worry. I'm fine." I reassured her.
Reluctantly, she nodded, and went back to eating.
We didnt speak for the rest of the day.
Yes. I know. I'm losing my only friend.
But she doesnt know.
She doesnt know the darkness I feel. She doesnt know that I try to keel the horrid thoughts away with bloody ribbons.
No one knows.
Not Marceline. Not Dana. Not Kyler. No one.
I was interrupted from the dark things running through my mind, by a deep voice.
"Hey, DYKE!!" He yelled.
I shouldnt have walked home alone.
"Im not a freaking Dyke."
I said, my true self starting to show.
"Yea you are. You dress like a guy, and a
RUMINATION #7 OTTER CONFUSION, PART 4 OF 4Earp saw Rupert smile at him while he surrendered his weapon.RUMINATION #7 OTTER CONFUSION, PART 4 OF 421 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Don’t know what all the fuss is about,” he said, the guards pulled
them forward with their hands on their heads, leading them into the clearing.
Not long after trans versing planes and up-foothills too familiar, Rupert,
Earp and Croak were reintroduced to the shattered plane, A frog stood in the
middle of it, pillowing an extinguisher in select places. There was a great
amount of stuff in the way, but whatever was lying on the ground Earp recognized
as not being very useful. The pieces were together in piles, presumably to assemble
them but only so far for them to be half-finished. The frog with the extinguisher sat
on a crate. “Hey,” Croak tapped Earp “Isn’t he that ‘gun expert, Rupert had been speaking too before?”
The frog put the red tanker down and took a bite off of
something impaled on his combat knife., The “Expert” was presumably chewing
its in his m
Auto: One. Music plays down through the years, at first chosen to emulate her father and then later as her personality changed. Oldies, hard rock, metal, classical and then a blend of music that described her as well as she was able to see herself.Auto: One. 4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was hurt, and fixed herself as well as she was able even when not understanding the cause and nature of her injuries. Unable to fix some she patched them with blood and tears.
Years passed and she degenerated slowly in some ways and grew in others. A job brought a host of unexpected stress, in many ways and change more rapidly than at any time her life.
Food for the Spirit: A Way of LifeSunday, October 25, 2009Food for the Spirit: A Way of Life13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Food for the Spirit: A Way of Life
The early morning chill condenses my breath as I trudge up the slope. Heavy boots lumber down the steps of the log cabin. I must’ve woken him.
“Captain Johnson, it’s Parker. I’ve come to tell you that we are ready to chant.”
“I’m coming down.” Johnson’s heavy silhouette appears from the early morning fog.
Have you ever seen a bear that has just come out of hibernation, one that is growling from lack of food for many winter months? That is the way Parker walks and acts lately. He has been like this, hands in pockets, slumped shoulders, reticent, ever since the disagreement that divided the crew. We walk towards the tall Makah totem pole. Thunderbird flew out to the ocean with his belt and picked out a massive whale from the sea. He brought it to the village and everyone was fed. When we find č’it’apuk, or whale, we will call neighboring villages to come and
LostSomehow I’d like to think that even though I made the right choice that it was still a mistake.Lost20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I kept following what everyone else thought I should do, not what I wanted to do. Somehow this pains me and I don’t know why.
If what they told me to do was the right thing then why does it hurt so much? It shouldn’t, should it?
Unless of course I really am losing my mind, and then it’d make perfect sense.
But even more so the sensuality of losing one’s sense shouldn’t feel this way should it?
Somehow I wonder what it’d be like, and if that will one day lead to my descent into insanity.
Somehow I’d like to think that one day it’d all be different and I’d be okay and nobody could ever be hurt by me again.
But those are empty hopes. Something I can never hope to do or dream or remember because somehow I’d like to think it isn’t possible.
And I’d like to think that’s okay.
She sat in a chair, looking off into sp
Decir te quiero-Te quiero.Decir te quiero4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-Yo también te quiero pero, ¿por qué me lo dices? ¿Qué te pasa?
-Preciamente, no viene a cuenta de nada, por eso te quiero, por eso te lo digo... por eso es amor. Si fuera por algún motivo, entonces, sería interés, conveniencia... entonces, no sería amor.
FearFear is fever bright and hazy. It’s in every jitter of their movements and betraying glance around the corner. She was just as scared as they were in a way. Bent on trampling it all in the fear that she’d never get out. Scars and broken windows, cracked doors and bruises. No one wanted to let her out and the broken windows, too high to escape from, were self made taunts. Out there a world existed that no amount of inner space could make up for.Fear19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She looked out and saw gardens that tangled and tumbled, free of pruning or carefully plotted human control. There were no cobbled paths there to suit a lady’s heeled shoe. No benches to rest upon and admire. Water rushed and pushed and raged, it poured from the sky, not faucets or fountains wrought into fantastic curls and angles which never truly struck her as beautiful.
Water as it was in the unmade garden was her idol of freedom. Even from the little snatches of it that she could see from the great stone cage, she knew that
HappyFast, so fast.Happy1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's going perfect. I could not have
wished for anything else. So
perfect. I could not have imagined
anything else. It is exactly as my
sweetest dreams portrayed it.
But when reality is so perfect. So
perfect. Utopia, nearly. Yes, when
it is perfect, it will turn into
anything but perfection.
I am enjoying time. I am enjoying
time, too much. It is moving too
fast. I have been losing control.
I am trying to grab some of my
But when I reach out, when I try
and guide the time my way, it is
chased away by my smile. The
smile that is carved into my face.
Permanent. Like a scar.
My time is frightened by my
I can only recover some of this
precious substance by being sad.
By being angry. By being scared.
Then, time might return to me.
Fast, so fast.
Lost my balance.