Sides Of My MindI hate those voicesSides Of My Mind15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
They screamed in my head
Fighting for dominance
I am but a shell
Waiting for one of them to take over
A puppet body
With minds of puppeteers
My name is Logic
I set aside emotions
...for they are useless
They cloud my thoughts---
and always get in the way of doing the right thing
...for the sake of others.
I'll see what should be done
I'll observe what is fair
I'll think of a plan
I know how to deal with stuff
All situations have a way out
All problems have solutions
Emotions are not needed
My thoughts run fast
My guidance to conscious
My way of----what the--?!
H-Hey! What are you doing?! Emos---stop--!
My name is Emos
...ah, Hell, who cares what you think?!
I respond to the world around me
I am an open book
People see my mood from miles away
I speak with the power of elementals
I can be persuasive as wind
I can be snappy like lightning
I can be soothing like water
I can be offensive like fire
I can be...hell, anything I want to be
New Vision - Inspirational Quote #74As the sun did come forth and knew what it had done, there before all the wonders it did see, a new vision came forth: The need for it to sustain life...New Vision - Inspirational Quote #7422 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Without strength of mind.Imperturbability wrought trepidation; clandestinely committed stagnation.Without strength of mind.9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Girl and the Grasshopper (Day 1)A teenage girl stares out the window at a flower covered field. The sunlight streams down, the birds are chirping, but she pays them no mind. Her elbow rests on the open window's frame, the weather-worn sill still strong enough to hold her.The Girl and the Grasshopper (Day 1)15 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A single grasshopper leaps on the window sill. The girl's eyes flick down to look at the grasshopper, and as quickly as they moved to see the grasshopper, they go back to looking at the field.
The grasshopper examines the girl. "Why aren't you shouting?" he asks. "Why aren't you scrambling, swatting me away?"
The girl seems to ignore the grasshopper's words. Then softly, with a voice almost too quiet, she replies. "Why should I? Have you done any wrong to me?"
The grasshopper muses over this strange girl. Laughter and shouting emits from the field. Three young children, two boys and a girl, play merrily, chasing each other through the flower filled field.
"Won't you join them? You seem to be quite lonely." The grasshopper tilts his head to make his
White CatThis was at least the thirtieth time I had to climb this tree. I don't know who's cat this is or why I keep bothering with it, especially considering I'm highly allergic to cats and the snow. But without fail I drag myself out into the freezing snow, climb this tree to retrieve this black cat, and climb back down. I do not think about it anymore, it's second nature to me. I feel like it's all I ever do anymore, go out into the snow and get this cat. Once I am finally about to get comfortable again, that damn (pardon my French) cat gets stuck in the tree again. I tried to just leave it in the tree once, but the cat did not move. The cat stayed there without eating or drinking, I'm not even sure if it was breathing, while snow piled up on it. Even though I despise cats and snow, I could not find it in my heart to let the poor creature stay up in that tree. I would bring the cat inside to warm up every time I got it out of the tree, I even gave the feline some food and water. But the catWhite Cat14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
TankedIt was a beautiful place, some would say.Tanked13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A perfect habitation, curving under the light of day and open to the scintillation of stars at night. The smooth exterior was clear and thick, blending the external view into muted colors. Inside it was filled with a pressure that filled lungs with a heavy lull. The air itself seemed to drift in currents of warmth and promise. Tall, slender plants swayed in this atmosphere, emerging from a deep sand. In the center of the inverted dome was a ruin, so grand that it could be argued to have been originally made that way. Its blue-grey arches were veined with gold, and curved up and up in the most intricate of broken patterns. The plants were thickest there, twisting with other as in an intimate dance.
Standing there in the center, regarding the architecture, was Jor. He was a tall, muscular fellow, golden-skinned and with slanted, curious eyes. Though he had remained unmoving for the past hour, his fierce pulse betrayed his anxious state of m
Existential CrisisThey tell us over and over again that life has meaning, that life has purpose. But that's complete bullshit. They only meaning life has is the delusion we allow ourselves to foolishly believe.Existential Crisis16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day each and everyone of us with be dead, dust, lost to time, marking an end to the homo sapien era. So is that the meaning of life? To slowly waste away, living but not actually living, just allowing ourselves to disappear piece by piece? What kind of meaning is that? What kind of life is that? There is no meaning, no life, because in the end none of it will matter. It won't matter that humans were either created or evolved, that our species had advanced intellect, that we spread like a disease (parasite) across the world- influencing everyone and everything. It won't matter that human kind has experienced moments of victory and triumph, or moments of evil and temptation. It won't matter that history is written by the victor and that the loser doesn't get a voice. It won't matter that humani
Stillness Time stops. My body is still, but my mind races through the thoughts of my consciousness. Deep emotions overwhelm me and I am paralyzed in a state of thought. I encounter recollections of previous mistakes. If I were not aware of this abnormal and rare occurrence of mine, I might have slipped into a weakness with crumbled barricades. Instead, I smile when embracing my imperfections face to face. While they are rejected and shunned by most, only few care to nurture a love that is willing to accept them as readily as they would achievements. Fortunately, I have succeeded in growing such a respect as this, and I welcome them with an open hand. My imperfections remind me how human I am. While I am constantly conscious of this pronounce statement, I find a sense of reassurance when experiencing such an obvious ideal. I can thank a perspective of mine that finds humanity fascinating and incessantly intriguing forStillness7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Life of the Singing Machine"That's just how life is around here. One day you're standing up in front of the crowd. You're smiling and singing but you don't really know what's going on. You wave to the children, and they wave back- but it's not you that's moving your hand. Somewhere far behind the curtain sits a grimy teenager twiddling about some joysticks and switches with his grubby hands, sighing in his angst. You almost want to feel bad for him. You can't feel bad. That's not part of the show. You just continue to sing, smile, wave... sometimes you seem to dance a jig. Just when you start to feel comfortable- when you actually feel like it's you doing the motions- when you actually want to be there, in front of the cheering children with their smiling faces... you're out. Old material. Worn-out. They strip you of you skin and slap someone else's on you instead. You're not you anymore. You never were you. You take on a new person. Your voice changes and your role is shifted from center-stage to backup singer.The Life of the Singing Machine23 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Food of Life - Inspirational Quote #72Surely the food of life is not given to us in a spare moment. It is received with the reward of knowing we have chosen well in our lives, therefore blessings will come for to nourish us...Food of Life - Inspirational Quote #7222 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My constant state of mind.Confoundment professed shamelessly, notwithstanding comprehensive edification.My constant state of mind.9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aware - Inspirational Quote #73The selection we bring forth must contribute to our goals for the path we follow should show we are aware of the moves we do make...Aware - Inspirational Quote #7322 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Blessings - Inspirational Quote #71Surely the blessings of mankind do come within all good things, for as we tarry in God's own, we linger out of the darkness the world does offer...Blessings - Inspirational Quote #7122 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ShadowsWe are all living in a cave, with shadows directing (dictating) our lives. Its these shadows that tell us what to think, tell us what to feel, tell us what to be. We will all spend our lives looking at these shadows, looking at them for support, for direction. These shadows control our every thought, every emotion, every state of being. Its impossible to escape their influence, their authoritarian like presence. For how could you if they are all we know and all we will ever know? How could you turn to anyone if we are all just hopeless souls trapped under the spell (curse) of the shadows, under the spell of their "meaning", trying to apply it to our meaningless lives?The Shadows17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This