IntensificationI would call you over the summer while you were playing video games and you would talk with a voice far grander than James Dean could ever sound and I believed that we were not destined for the flies like everyone around us; no, we are not going to hell like those before us; we are going to die heroes, unafraid of the lavafall pooling at our feet!Intensification2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
We all die in the end, but we are going without heart-felt regrets; we are fucking divine; people will scream our names as tribute to our utter greatness.
you are the sun;
i, the moon;
what a shitty analogy.
Interludes“What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skullsInterludes10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
and ate up their brains and imagination?”
— Allen Ginsberg, “Howl”
“What are you thinking about?”
We’ve been walking in silence for too long, and my dad has never been particularly fond of silence. I, on the other hand, have never been particularly fond of walking. It was his idea, though, and since he was the one who was forced to take the day off work to look after me, I felt obliged to comply.
“Nothing,” I reply.
That building, the one right there with the reflective windows like panes of architectural ocean, that building is the one spot to catch the sunrise every morning.
I don’t mean watching from the top of it, although I’m certain that from the office on the highest floor the view is magical. Some nights, I dream about climbing those stairs. I climb storey after storey, floor after floor, ducking through a tunn
Echoes In the Sand and Snow: PrologueThe swirl of black ink spread across the sky, staining the sand, the snow… everything but the stars, which shed off the black shroud that covered the rest, and shone shamelessly in the night, taking on a silver sheen, tainting the smooth oily black a midnight blue, chasing away the vestiges of a suffocating endless darkness.Echoes In the Sand and Snow: Prologue2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Perhaps it is the strange and harsh conditions on this planet that make it so beautiful, albeit from a distance, in space or high up from an ice cliff or sand dune. The stars only adding the final touches to a mysterious force’s masterpiece. The sand on the North Side glints bronze in the sunlight and dulls into a flat dusty mud yellow in the moonlight, but it is in the moonlight that the snows of the glacier on the South Side flourishes, sparkling like shards of crystals scattered across the south side of the planet, mixing in with the dull sand in the north, creating a mesmerizing cacophony of dull bronze dust and sparkling silver sequins.
Untitled NeutralUntitled3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Something you try to become
Clutch in brake pressed
Stop; take a sec to clear your mind
But all you can think about is her beautiful green eyes
Motor thunders as the thought of her with another flash like lighting through your mind
You spent more time with her than you did this car.
Go back and find what went wrong
Maybe it’s not your fault she went to someone else
The signs seem so obvious now, but you were oblivious then.
Engine roars as memories of your words soar through your head
Replacing pain with regret
The shouting resonates through you like the vibrations in the shifter
The siren of an ambulance squeals as it rushes into the neighborhood you just left
1500 rpm clu
Lust Hate AbsolutismI am back here. You need not look. I have your mind on me. Besides you don't want to be caught with me? Do you? So I'd like to start by asking why you act so tense around a nice guy like me, yet around one of those boys that just want to use you, you act so happy and care-free? I don't have a history at all! Never dated anyone! Why don't you even say my name? It's not like I'm a scrawny little drug-dealer! You aren't bad like those others. Wait, where are you going?Lust Hate Absolutism2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hi. I'm not sure if you remember me. We used to be best friends until junior high. In fifth grade you threatened to stab me with a pencil so I took it and broke it. In seventh you started cussing me out and I just didn't put up with that. I know now that life has been crappy for you. Pretty much everyone has changed but me. I haven't had anyone over in literally years, and I was wondering if you would like to come over sometime?
Hey friend. Nice sock hat. I don't wear one, I just feel like I have some role to play. I guess
Daily Doodle 2It was cold and damp but after our road march this mud was as comfortable as any mattress. The sky over the mountains in the West turned a soft shade of violet as darkness fell. The platoon spent the night in a dark and lonely wood covered in a blanket of snow. It was a rude awakening the next morning. Clashes of sounds and flashing lights disoriented me. Even simple things like direction had become a blur. Trees cracked and fell, dirt and snow flew about. Finally, the shelling had ceased. The Germans knew our position and if we had any hope of pulling through this then we’d have to take that village today. Lieutenant Harris, a young man fresh out of college, called us up and ordered us to move into five meter spreads and head north toward the small town. After about five minutes of marching, a heavy fog settled and a light snow began to fall. We finally reached the edge of the forest where it opened to the outskirts of the town. In the middle was a large bell tower, a perfect vaDaily Doodle 22 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ends and BeginningsFuneral in July. Born next March-Ends and Beginnings3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The runnerWhy after everything that was happening did he keep going? Was it sheer bravery? Or was it the pure power of human will. No one knew and everyone was dumbfounded as the city crumbled around him, yet he kept running, he ran torwards the only thing he cared about.The runner13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He hasn't been this determined ever. His jacket had deteriorated off of his body and his shoes did too. He ran torwards her, the only thing that kept his body intact. The people on the large truck held out there hands in a vain attempt at killing him to no avail, he kept running. His lungs burned, to the point of excruciating pain. His knees were abot to buckle, but his will was too strong, this mans bones were easy to break, and his flesh was easy to tear. But his soul was unbreakable, he didn't listen to his body's cries of pain, he didn't care of the cuts on his feet, he cared about getting to the crying face which was in front of him, she saw him and cried harder, he couldn't take it, he would die trying or get to her. It w
Prayer for the Animal VolunteerMy God, who I have known throughout my life and who has kept me safe and strong throughout my trials, I need your help once again.Prayer for the Animal Volunteer14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I come to you humbly with my head bowed; not out of reverence but because it has gotten so hard to look up at the world anymore. For five years I have taken care of the cats and dogs thrown away by terrible owners. They got too old and too big. Their families moved, had kids, made excuses, and moved on. I am left with the knowledge that this happens by the millions and it weighs me down. In my head and heart I know I can't save them all. Torture, pain, neglect, and short lives await most of them we could not reach.
Yet I see peace on the faces of the ones I do save. Their howls of sickness and fear are soon forgotten over trusting nudges and stuffed mice. The flea infested skeleton in the abandoned house is but a nightmare past. The happy tabby curled up in a laundry basket of her forever home looks nothing like what we found. “She will
A Grey Cat who Stares into Void'Don't stare too long into the void, for you'll find it stares back.'A Grey Cat who Stares into Void9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The fog is everywhere: you can only see a few meters around you. The small island that stretches a distance from the wharf is the only clear thing on the sea, slowly becoming a silhouette of pikes as the overcast sky fades dimmer. Everything else but the wharf and boats have already become as such to you, a hundred thousand shades of grey blurring the lines between land, sea, and other… Close, adjacent, and distant.
This is one of those days where you wanted to disappear and the weather seems to have read your mind. If not the fog, the upper level of the wharf hid your presence well enough. Like most foggy days, there’s no wind whapping your whiskers, but sea salt still tingles in your nose and on your tongue now and again, despite being here… Half an hour, maybe? Clicking open a modern pocket watch from your purple coat confirms your estimation. You wipe some of the air’s moisture off
Glass Skeleton, Granite Soul"Did I ever tell you this story?" Morgan began. "Years ago, in a war-torn razed land, the people of a small village were terrorised by all manner of thieves, bandits, smugglers..."Glass Skeleton, Granite Soul1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where did you hear this story?"
"A pub. Some drunkard shouting away. I must have caught it in the midst of his ramblings. Anyway--"
"So how do you know it's true?"
"I don't. I never said it was true. Just let me tell it."
"Fine." Holly leant back in her chair and gave him a condescending glance.
"Thank you." Patronising. "The villagers had no hope. But one day, the bandits began showing up dead, or at least unfit to fight back when they were apprehended. Someone had been fighting back."
Sigh. "What do you mean 'why'?"
"If this land was as toilworn and ravaged as you say, what's worth defending?"
"I don't know, pride? Honour? Their lives?"
"If they had any pride, they would have left their wasteland long before your story even begins. And as for honour and their own lives, how honou
RUMINATION #11, DUCKS IN PINK (3/4)Ssssssiiippuh-juice dripped down its beak and onto its tie, the mug impractically held toRUMINATION #11, DUCKS IN PINK (3/4)6 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
its face. “Are you crazy-r’ya out of your blip’n mind!” Bob started to holler furiously.
–SCREEEK-the red dot winked-“Geezus!” he doubled over, a mark, in the shape of a
cigarette burn appeared on his right thigh “-Nickles and blip’n dimes that hurts!”
clutching his leg. Rex threw down the gauntlet, or to be more accurate he threw down the
otter “That’s it!” The mug flew with the bean juice ripping behind it in the manner of a
fermented cape, splashing along the wall, tracing a continuous line until it-CLOINK-Rex
saw the stupid joke up close, it struck him so hard he fell back hard on his elbows.
Nearly delirious, Rex watched as the flippers slapped the floor, very carful in its steps.
The object rolled on its side when Duckered picked it up.
“Oh, y’left a little ding,” it said “The cups rui
Meeting of Spirits The sound echoes across the cove, waves crashing against the mountain’s skirt. I stand here gazing through the horizon; the wind carries me away. There in the clouds I travel with the wind grabbing onto my hand. Great Wind Spirit, where do you take me this time? The night is cool, and tranquility greets this face with a grin. Landing, the Wind carries me gently to a field. The stars are vast little lights against a dark violet canvas. I stand still while the Wind dances around me. Spirit, you are in a joyful mood! Whatever could be the cause of this emotion? The Spirit laughs, his voice loud and cheery. My child will be here with me tonight. Every chance you take seems to brighten this gloomy face. Yet, I am not true—for I can only find fault within myself.Meeting of Spirits1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A lost identity is better than none, the Water Spirit had told me that once. Watching the Great River course in between the field and mountain; I sit still. The Wat
The Hate List - Chapter 14Chapter 14 – Kitty (Two years earlier)The Hate List - Chapter 142 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was year nine camp and we were at Phillip Island. Millie, Maya and I had unfortunately been put in the same cabin as Denise, Grace and Lisa. The three us had decide to spend as little time as possible in our cabin.
Maya, Millie, Jonah, Jude, Aiden, Blake and I were sitting under a large shading tree. 'Do you think they have brought out more cookies now?' Maya asked.
Maya was short (not as short as me) and slightly overweight. That didn't stop her from being extremely pretty. Her Indian background showed strongly in her features.
'How many have you eaten?' Blake asked smiling.
'They are good cookies.' Aiden said in his girlfriend's defence.
'I want more cordial.' Millie admitted.
'You already had four glasses of red cordial today' Jude told her.
'So' Millie replied.
'It will make you hypo.' Jonah told her.
'She already is hypo' Maya giggled. 'You should have seen her surfing.'
'That was fun' Millie said joining Maya's laugher. Soon
coffee break journals 5coffee break journals 544 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
se constróis uma máscara com o intuito de te adaptares a uma sociedade, ela acabará por fazer parte de ti, para além de ser uma criação. a mentira é repetida tantas vezes que acabas por acreditar ser a máscara.
de criador passas a marioneta resultante da tua própria criação.
já não existe um "tu" apenas uma extensão daquilo que um dia pensaste poder vir a ser.
a frustração vem quando te apercebes que não podes voltar atrás e tens, apenas, isto:
o que pensaste que querias, não, realmente, aquilo que precisas.
Love is GreySpring, Year 760 of the New AgeLove is Grey5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Glenmore, near the Glenwood
Featuring Finabhair & Iandu
Finabhair stepped daintily down the hillside, sticking the to worn and used trails more so to ensure her footing. It was a rather steep grade, this particular hill, and she knew one step could cause her to topple down into the lush meadow below. A lot had changed since her childhood here. Even at the edge of the royal glades, things looked a less intense, less green, but more... natural, as well.
On her return journey she'd heard the gossip about the death of King Ragnar the Red, and of silly rumors that the Great Oak had fallen. She hadn't believed them until she stayed through the spring. What a time to come back, with a potential rebellion brewing!
Coming to a slightly less treacherous incline, she spotted the outline of another fawnling, as she had been these past few hours of travelling. She hadn
What does home mean?What does home mean?What does home mean?7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
During the first handful years in my life, I never bothered with questions like these. It wasn't long until I was forced to think about it though.
Having a father, who makes being thrown around in school like a garbage can, look like harmless child's play, does that to you.
I don't know about you.
But home always meant danger for me - that kind where you're afraid to die.
If I would have been asked to translate "home" into another language - or to find synonyms for it, I would have given you a list with a bunch of negative words.
I never liked school. My classmates never realized that their behavior branded my life. I doubt that they even think about it today. They gut outsiders like me, stuff the hole with everlasting agony and hatred just to devour you like a turkey at thanksgiving.
If I would have been allowed to pick my poison, I would have chosen that over my father any day.
He was the one who made me unable to sleep.
To sit like a watcht
The Farm“So what about the farm?”The Farm1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blue slowly leaned back in his seat, going silent as if pondering his next set of words. “The farm? The farm was nothing of importance, I don’t see why you want to know about it.”
“Every little detail can help, Blue. Trust us on that.”
He sighed softly, looking down to the ground, only to look back up. “The farm was more of a distraction of my mind, and aid to studies, and just a break from reality. And I say it worked fairly well. The girl enjoyed it as well.”
“What caused you to make the farm?”
“Like I said, the first cause was a distraction. Restless nights, well.. Not restless. But troubled nights. Dreams set in a lost system. ...Or something like that. Here, to put it in the best way I can describe, my dreams were vivid and confusing to me, so when I woke up I was less in a less-than content moodset.”
“Uhuh.. And your studies?”
“This was a new world. A new powe
Red LeavesRed Leaves1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, there's a couple walking at the city's garden. They saw a big tree which has many leaves with different colors. The young woman wanted to challenge her boyfriend to guess.
"Don't you think the brown leaves ease to gone?", asked her with pulling her boyfriend's shirt.
The young man tried to look at that big tree, "Ah... nope, I really don't know about that. What do you mean??"
"I think those leaves related to people's life. First, if they're green, maybe they're still kids. Then, if they're yellow, I think they're in adolesence. After that, they're change to red, it looks like being adult. The last, brown to indicate that they're old', she stare
TombBlank faces from hall to hall. Every room, every floor had them. This was our tomb. This is our life. Not man. We lacked humanity. They lack humanity. They miss their spark. Mine never died. It could not be killed. It could not be removed. They believed this spark to reside in a place. One solitary point in all of us, and they believed it could be removed. They sure tried. But I know that this spark cannot be found in one place. I knew it to be in everything. I knew I reside in everything as everything resides in me. This was the secret I held so dear for so long. Privileged, I felt. This secret was mine and mine alone and I earned my right to die happy. But when this high faded I realized how empty this knowledge was. I wanted to talk about it. I wanted others to know what I knew so we could laugh together. Now all I do is shed tears. Truly alone. I can’t find anyone who holds the spark in their hands as I do. I have no brothers or sisters as you do. Ignorance is truly bliss, beTomb1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
InfinityNoah enjoyed the sea.Infinity2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He wasn’t quite sure why, but everything about it seemed so peaceful and relaxing. He had never been used to the smell of salt, having always lived in areas where the smell of wood smoke and the sounds of the forest were prominent.
The first step he had taken onto the secluded beach has surprised him. The soft sand was similar yet different to the feeling of dirt. Dirt was hard and dusty, turning muddy in the rain, but sand was gritty and always radiated warmth. He remembered leaning down to touch it, to familiarise himself with it, and it was fascinating. It clung to him yet slipped right through his fingers, no matter whether the water had touched it.
The water was another thing that fascinated Noah. The smell alone was strong and tangy, and he could taste it on his lips a mile away. When it hit the rocks, it sprayed him and stung his sightless eyes with its droplets, leaving him smelling and tasting brine long afterwards. It sounded like the breathing of
GoodnightЗаголовок: Солодких снівGoodnight7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Посеред ночі мене розбудив неймовірний шум. Гуркотіло так, наче світ роздирали навпіл. Я відкрив очі у темній, маленькій кімнатці.
Her Freedom (1/?)Her Freedom (1/?)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hello!~ Me again! Here's another short!
Depression, a feeling, an emotion… felt by most and shunned by all. Anger, sadness, they broke her, left her lying on the floor. “What now?” she asked without knowing who would answer, her conscience left her, disappointment came to finish her. Standing, she looked at a girl in the mirror, her face pale and soulless, she saw this girl, crying. She felt what she saw, tears slid down her cheeks, she touched, the action, the sound, the taste, so familiar. Nights huddled in fear, hours of endless crying, never before was a person so wounded, so afraid, so… broken. Tears no longer brought along any emotion as they flowed, they would flow down white slender cheeks and would cover an emotionless face which just stared ahead. Ahead towards a white tunnel, so many times she reached, never to make the cut. Even she wasn't good enough for death, nobody wanted this failure of a human. Nothing could complete this reject, efforts and pa