free Free. She was free, with secrets entwined in her braids twisting down her back and grazing the ground. The wind whispered and laughed into her ear, and she laughed along with it. The world was hers, and she breathed in and exhaled life. Her eyes twinkled like the onyx skies, and gazing into them was like drowning in galaxies of fun and childlike wonder.free9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was only seven when she became free. The doctors said there was nothing they could do, and the world could do nothing but watch as life slowly pulsed out of her on her hospital bed, in a dreary beige room with only a small window of life.
Light from the window dappled on her cold body, but wore a blissful smile on her face.
Free. She was finally free.
o little child of mine,
do your eyes still sparkle with wonder?
is the breath in your lungs
full of life
Death Diary (Entry 52)Death Diary (Entry 52)2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Entry Fifty two
You’ll have to forgive the lateness of this entry…and also the brevity. I’m afraid that this Ebola thing has gotten more out of hand than I anticipated. Pestilence is at it again I fear, and he’s got a new toy to play with. Now I’m not spending this whole entry on that nonsense, you hear enough about it I’m sure from the media…but I will say this about Ebola. For those of you who are afraid of Ebola becoming the next big pandemic and that it will go airborne….relax. As much as Pestilence would love for this disease to hit the airways, he’s not that quick about it. Virus’s like this do not mutate in such a way easily. Also, keep in mind that Ebola has been around for many, many years, and it is in no way a death sentence, if given the proper treatment.
But like I said, I’m not here to talk about Pestilence and his idiocy…rather I’m here to take you down memory lane…to take you into
Little wren's Story (Introduction)Mother wren was a very careful mother, always looking after her children. She would watch them, take care of them, and love them to pieces. She had 6 children, Pickpocket, Dark Winged, Poppy, Ace, Ariel, and Little wren, the smallest, most curious and most mischievous of the group.Little wren's Story (Introduction)1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But there was something about Little Wren that was different from the others. He was adventurous and wondered how it was like in the outside world, other then their own cooped, over heated nest full of squirming chicks. The others did not care much about whats outside, thinking its a dangerous place to be and become eaten by predators faster then a mare running away from a tiger, the only good things they thought about the world was that there was new things to eat. But that was it.
But, Little Wren wanted to be different, and wanted to explore. He had many disadvantages though, he’s barley the size of his mother, and has just started developing his flight feathers. He knew that he would be the last of
The Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge IVIV – Questions and AnswersThe Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge IV12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
On Saturday after their diner, his Bird visited him again. In the libary, this time. He was glad they didn't forget their old habits because of one evening where it has been different. And so was she. His Bird was smiling when she came to him and took her seat, as if she were relieved that things hadn't changed at all.
The Lord was glad about their usual circumstances, too. It was easier this way. Alone with his Bird in the libary. The silence that surrounded the two of them always created the best thoughts and these thoughts, when they finally slipped out their mouthes, created the best conversations.
Today it was his to begin. „I came to ask myself a lot of things“, the Lord said. His Bird looked at him as if she expected that he'd go on. That there'd be more. „That's it“, he said, „that's the topic.“
For a little while she seemed confused but then smiled and said: „Questions.“ And she was totally right.
A glow in the darkLet me tell you something. This story isn't about anything you know. It's about something different, it's so much more as you think now. And however you say, it's all happening behind your little backs. When I stood on a hill and fought with my fears and lived between light and dark, you were at your warm home in front of a beautiful fire, burning gently in your Oven, to get warm food.A glow in the dark3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are such a brat, your pure existence scared me.
I hated being around you all. And so I went to the Hills.
Where no life is found, and no one ever existed.
It was so cold around here, just I wanted to feel right now and I wanted to FUCKING being alone, and NO I didn't wanted you to follow me.
Either way, you did, you followed the witch into the woods, through the stream and the ice-cold mountains and snow storms.
I never knew why you should do this. But you ruined it all.
You bloody Idiot. You ruined it all, and I didn't even kill you.
When you looked at me through the storms, why did you hide?
I am n
The Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge IIIIII – LoveThe Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge III1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Something was different. The Lord invited her to have dinner with him and his daughter this evening. She had been curious about this for hours. Why would he trade their regular habits for something new? It had to be important. So she entered the mansion with mixed feelings, always looking behind her as if there'd be someone to jump out and scare her – or worse. Had he grown tired of her? Would he tell her? No, surely he wouldn't. He wouldn't put such an effort on that. If the Lord didn't want to see her anymore, he'd just say it, brutally honest as he was. There had to be another thing, a mysterious thing.
When his former governess and maid led her into the dining room, she was suprised to see that the Lord wasn't alone. His daughter was sitting to his right, a black-haired boy to his left. Next to the boy there were two other, younger and next to Marina a breathtaking beauty. She was lean and a little pale, but beautiful. Her black hair was flowing over he
Luba and SashaLuba Praskoviyna Yustineva would never describe herself as a woman of secrets. As a government secretarial clerk she does occasionally come into possession of sensitive documents, but never once has she considered herself a gatekeeper to forbidden knowledge like her counterparts in the Ministry of Intelligence or other such high-stakes offices. She has seen few ministerial assistants and even fewer real ministers, and those have always been by chance; she's really more like a railway switchyard than a border crossing, directing and redirecting traffic from ports unknown to destinations unvisited. The work may be dull, but it is straightforward, and given that she's barely 27 and making triple the minimum wage working 9-to-5, five days a week, her life is, by all accounts, comfortable, and by national security reckoning, reassuringly average.Luba and Sasha2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lounging in her living room armchair she is struggling to finish the last pages of the chapter to her current read while the national news
Little Wren's Story (Chapter 1) Chapter 1: AdventureLittle Wren's Story (Chapter 1)10 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He climbed out of his nest, trying to flap his little wings still in development. He managed to jump onto a nearby branch, without getting hurt. He looked down and saw the sickening and exciting feeling of looking down below, thousands of feet below. He did not realize that his home was way so up. But then, he looked into the distance, seeing the absolute beauty of a morning sunrise. Other song birds were singing, and bees were buzzing. He thought it was absolutely beautiful. He tried to sing, to. But came out was a little tiny squeal of a young songbird.
Dozing off into the sunrise, he did not notice what was coming for him. A grey hawk, looking fo
RUMINATION #7 OTTER CONFUSION, PART 3 OF 4“Why do we have to go with Atomic?” Earp looked up,RUMINATION #7 OTTER CONFUSION, PART 3 OF 43 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
as they walked behind the sulking Atomic,
still with its head slow, rolling directionless down the path.
“You here to show Atomic where to shoot,” said the Anchovy suddenly
“Now to go left through the trees, it’ll be quicker,”
“Do we have to talk to it?” Rupert said with an unwilling face.
“Good luck, pal,” Croak puffed, Earp certainly wasn’t very willing to do it
“Way to stick together, fellas,” Rupert begrudgingly went ahead and
“Were going this way,” the robot barley noticed him and as the frog
guided him slowly towards the trees.
“Will you be my new friend?” the robot’s voice echoed within its body.
Rupert’s eyes darted back to his friends with a look reflecting a dire
need for help “We’ll show them won’t we new friend,
will show them how mean they are, and why its wrong.”
Dragon's and War part 1Where do you begin to tell a story? At the beginning obviously but what if the begging is also the end and the end the beginning. Well some one has to decide, maybe it's the author, maybe the audience, or perhaps the characters get to choose.Dragon's and War part 13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
In truth I don't know, its not my place. What I can tell you is that I will one day stop telling this tale and it will have to be picked up by another, more experienced teller of tales.
I've rambled long enough as is, so if there is no end and no beginning then where do we start? At the Inn maybe, or perhaps a little before, yes that seems about right.
We begin with two figures walking on a dirt path, it's bright beautiful day and to at least one of these travelers this had not gone unnoticed. He was nearly if save for one feature, completely average. Short spiked blonde hair, average build, average height. His one feature was his eyes, they where a brilliant rainbow of colors. Literally, his eyes where colored like a color wheel. His cloths
The INFP PriestThe INFP priest comes by and spreads the teachings of Buddhism.The INFP Priest2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyday he awakes to show everyone the way to Nibbana. Knowing
how happy the people are, the INFP priest makes it his concern
that no one forgets what inner peace is.
The INFP priest then helps those in dire need with whatever they
may have problems with. He goes from home to home discussing the
Dhammapada in the hopes that the people never forgets the Buddha
and His teachings.
For the INFP priest is a good man, but he can give everything that
he can so that everyone has understanding of what the truth is.
That is why the INFP priest stays in the village. So that the people
know the understanding of what Buddhism can bring to them.
A boy's tenth birthdayWhen I was a boy, my father would take me out walking. We would go through the park or through the woods. I always looked at him as a big strong man. One day on my tenth birthday, it was storming out. My mother came home early to cook a nice birthday dinner for us. I couldn’t wait to see what she had planned! I asked my mother “What are you making?” She said “A big surprise for my special little man.” My eyes widened with curiosity. I wonder what father will bring me on my birthday. I always over thought things… but I was told it was a good thing. 3 o’clock rolls around… no dad? “He’s 20 minutes late” said my mother. Another 15 minutes goes by… still no call or text from my father. Strange usually he would at least call if he was going to be late. “Knock” “knock” we heard someone at the door. I ran as fast as I could and opened the door, daddy! Only… it wasn’t my father… TwA boy's tenth birthday2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
StuckI could not talk, I could not move.Stuck2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It felt like I was frozen and life
was living without me.
I watched, I listened and I hoped.
I hoped that one day I might get
that hug. That someone would
want to hold me for so long and
so tight that all the pressure
would dissapear with my
smudged black tears and I would
be able to move again, speak
again and feel again.
Years I waited. Hoping someone
would look at me. But whenever
they looked, I pushed them away.
Afraid of being loved, getting
stuck and feeling more pain.
Yes there were two who managed
to break past me and dry my
tears. Friends. But it was not
It never is.
I can not talk, I can not move. And
life is living without me.
To Be Immortal...I am a female of the human race.To Be Immortal...3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I will be forgotten.
I was created to live, reproduce,
die and be forgotten. Nothing
more, nothing less. My written
words will turn to dust, my
memories will fade.
I am my thoughts, my knowledge,
my looks, my sound, my smell
and my feelings. That is all.
Nothing more, nothing less. My
body will turn to dust, and the rest
I will be sad, happy, angry,
relieved and scared. I do not
know when, but I will feel them.
And that is all. Nothing more,
nothing less. My home will turn to
dust, and from it all my feelings
So if I hid myself from sight and
stopped feeling, talking, thinking
and knowing. Would I
dissappear? Yes, I would be
nothing. And nothing can not
dissapear or die.
I am a female of the human race,
and I will be immortal.