AnythingI am an overwhelming urge to flow into something. To become something bigger, something more, something exalted, something eternal. I need to flow into something. Unspoken truths burning my throat I am flowing into my own abyss. My abyss is flowing into me. All the walls have been broken. I have broken all the walls. I don't know where to land my fist.Anything14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Still, I will not battle against my abyss. I shall let it in. Like an immense wave in a raging sea my void is, again, coming out of my depths to crush me against the rocks I've raised behind me. There's no turning back, there's no avoidance. The choice was made long ago. I now stand tall and face the familiar waters.
Through the ocean I shall swim, through the rocks I shall break.
Anything. I can handle.
We all will perish. I long to perish. What is worth being perished by?
I see the waves.
I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle this. I can handle thi
Birds And Wolves, My DearI know, I know, my dear.Birds And Wolves, My Dear2 days 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.
Metaworld 2 (Basi della Storia)Le guglie insanguinate non lasciavano spazio ai sacerdoti per ammassare tutti i cadaveri che avevano prodotto durante la loro raccolta quotidiana. I frutti più acerbi erano stati colti affinché il loro sapore acido rendesse più sgradevole e maleodorante l’alta pira dei morti infelici. I denti simili a perle venivano strappati e usati come decorazione. Gli occhi simili a diamanti venivano tolti e usati al posto dei pomelli delle porte. In quel macabro luogo di preghiera tutto cioè che era stato vivo era diventato un mezzo, un oggetto, un tramite per qualcos’altro. Il rispetto per la vita cessava assieme alla vita stessa. La carne morta era considerata alla stregua del legno: il ricavato del corpo esanime di un essere vivente utile come materiale da costruzione. Per questa ragione uccidevano con la stessa leggerezza con cui tagliavano una pianta.Metaworld 2 (Basi della Storia)3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Ehi ehi ehi fermati un attimo!” Blanchette interruppe i racconto di Kuro. “Che storia è
Todos los Santos :Despojo:Lo miraba con curiosidad; había leído su historial, cada pequeño detalle había sido revisado con cuidado y ahora le desconcertaba encontrarlo así.Todos los Santos :Despojo:5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Un callejón, un destino digno –pensó con ironía- para una persona como él. No llevaba mucho tiempo haciendo esto, pero lo que aprendía era que tendría que encariñarse con la trágica ironía de la muerte. El cabello, otrora dorado, ahora lucía sucio al igual que la ropa de suave tela que cubría su cuerpo.
Con cuidado se había acercado a él, no sentía lástima tampoco, pero era interesante verlo. ¿Cómo alguien cae de la riqueza y el poder al fango de una callejuela olvidada de la sociedad? Era demasiado curioso a sus ojos, el opuesto perfecto.
Sin embargo, él sabía de ambas cosas. Sólo que en su caso había conocido primero el fango.
Mientras observaba los ojos azules sin brillo se preguntaba si de haber vivido m
DepartureA cold wind was blowing in the city, restlessly tossing dried leaves on the narrow streets between the buildings. The windows reflected a lone figure wandering the streets aimlessly.Departure14 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She had let the hard concrete change the soft contours of her eyes and the power lines leave shadows on her face. But the strong women walking by the railway station still ignored her.
Even the pigeons sitting upon the streetlights did not notice she was there. They shook dust from their wings that spun around her melancholy.
In front of the white-painted church, she tore off the pages of her poetry book. Tourists took photos of her with their digital cameras.
The colorless clouds at the pale wake of day were too weak to cry. The name of the capital printed on the cover of the newspaper dispersed into sounds.
She could not drink again that first steaming cup of hope. She painted the streetsigns white to mourn the blocks of flats she was to leave behind.
People on TV kept calling the city by its name, perha
An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 8I grimaced as I walked through the front door.An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 81 day 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 71 day 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 42 days 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 traveling 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 "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, his eyes narrowed on Atomic.
“What is that?” he raised his knife, an inse
Remembered - Inspirational Quote #36Surely, long ago God heard the trumpet sound, and I know he answered, for God has always been attentive to those who bring his attention forth. So join in this, and have God recognize you and from this, you will always and forever be remembered...Remembered - Inspirational Quote #362 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Final Gathering - Inspirational Quote #35As we agree with God, we do receive a safe-zone that helps God and ourselves reach an understanding between one another, therefore, releasing into life a purpose for the final gathering of life...The Final Gathering - Inspirational Quote #352 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
War - Inspirational Quote #34War has done horrible things with the mind of man, but the worst it has done is the acceptance of a quicker death. Time has already taken a hold on life. We do not need to cause life to have less time to give commitment to God...War - Inspirational Quote #342 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 6Back.An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 62 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm back. Back here. This hell. But wait.... there's a light... What is it? Why can't I reach it? Why is getting farther? Wh-
"Lightalia, class is over." A kind voice said from above. I raised my head and saw the light, so far, yet so close.
"Oh. Thanks, Dana. Had you not told me, I'd a been here all day." I laughed, trying not to worry her, hoping my eyes didn't give me away. She gave me a soft, gorgeous smile, and motioned for me to follow her. I got my things and headed to lunch.
"Hey, Leh?" Dana said, while I smiled at her nickname for me.
"Yes?" I replied looking at my tray.
"Why does everyone whisper behind your back. What happened?"
I was caught off guard. I stayed silent. My eyes widened, and I snapped my head towards her when she placed her hand on my arm.
"Whatever it was, I'm here." She whispered, with the sweetest intent.
It was too much. "One sec, please." I said, and hurried out of the cafeteria. I felt the tears fall, and my shoulders shake.
Why? I asked myself.
An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 5Days passed, and slowly, me and Dana became close friends, I picked up the guitar, and got deeper into my disphoria.An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 52 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I dont know how it happened, but we became inseparable. Except when it came to Marcrline. She was my sister.
I loved it. Dana would always hug me, and hook her arm in mine. When she laughed, she buried her head in my shoulder, and always talked to me.
But slowly, I was falling.Both in "love" and into depression.
Why was this happening to me? Why did it have to be me who suffered. Religious parents, with a transgender child. It killed me.
January came, and I found something out. Dana had a boyfriend. My heart shattered, like all those mirrors ive wanted to punched, hating my reflection.
She said she didnt want to tell me, because she didnt want to rub it in my face. It made me happy she cared.
Life when on as usual. My heart pounded when Dana looked at me, and my stomach tickled when we touched.
But then came May.
I couldnt take it anymore. i
An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 4 I watched, breathlessly as Dana got her lunch and walked near our table. I knew I was blushing as she got nearer the world seemed to slow down, and all i could focus on was her...An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 42 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But that doesnt mean I couldn't hear "Lesbian" being whispered behind my back. I couldnt wait till the end of the school year. it was December.
I was too wrapped up in my thoughts to notice that Dana sat down beside Marceline, and they were chatting. I looked over.
Our eyes met. Jinxx, kill me now
naturally, I looked away immiedetly. Marceline cleared her throat.
"Dana, this is Apo-" She stopped for a second, and looked at me. I nodded, and she continued.
"Lightalia. Sh..... Sh.." She stopped again to ask my approval.
"She's. .. my Best Friend." Dana nodded and smiled. I couldnt help but smile back.
Soon, lunch was over, and I made my way to choir. I actually sing very well.
Imagine my surprise when I see Dana sitting
An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 3Okay... So I may have exaggerated the always, but still.An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 32 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I leaned my head on my right hand, and picked at my mac and cheese. I sighed.
" when in the world is Marceline going to get here?" I said, looking around for her. Suddenly, I see for short self running towards my table, her once long hair flying behind her. I smiled a little.
At least I wasn't gonna be alone. "Apollo!" She said.
Then I really smiled. She always knew how. I knew I could count on her.
She was my best friend. I loved her like a sister. Though, when she called me Apollo, people started whispering, but I tried to ignore them.
"Marceline!" I said back. "Hows my best friend?" She giggled and sat down. We were SO alike! I havnt even seen her all day, and we got the same exact thing. I of course, was sitting like a guy, earning stares from some, but I didn't care.
"Did you catch the new episode of FMA?" I asked. "I sure did!" I then copied what one of the characters
An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 2 I snap out of my moment of self pity, and rush to class.An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 22 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
dang it, Apollo. I think. Stop daydreaming.
The classroom I step into smells like limes. As always. I eye everyone - without them knowing of course- and sit down.
As soon as I do, I slouch, or slide down in my seat. I move my feet so that if you look from above, my legs make a "V". I have to make sure to sit like a guy.
No more leg crossing. Not soon enough, the bell rings, and I continue on with the rollercoaster that it school.
I floated by, class to class. All while being missgendered, and hearing my birth name. Just hearing it makes my head ache.
Having to write it on every paper? Agony.
I continue on with my day - until lunch. Lunch is when I really wish I didn't exist. I held my breath, and forced myself to the cafetorium.
As soon as I walk in, I can practically hear all eyes on me. I guess it's bad enough I'm emo. I have to be transgendered too?
The hurried hateful whispers fill th
An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 1God not again.An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 12 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This complaint was then only thing I could think of when my alarm clock shrieked me awake.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes, dreading the following hours. I slapped my hands on my knees, groaned, and got up off my bed. I closed my eyes on the way to the bathroom, hoping to blink the sleep away. Once in the far- to- bright bathroom, I squinted my eyes, and did my morning routine. Teeth brushing, face washing...
That's when the things I dread then most arrive: Hair and getting dressed.
I stare angrily at the shoulder length black locks either side of my face, wishing I could grab scissors and chop it all off...
I quickly run a brush through my wild head, and head back to my room to change.
I gaze into my mirror. I can't help but wonder if one day I'll have my way. If one day, I won't have breasts that are painful to look at. If one day, I'll be called Sir instead of ma'am. I shake those recurring thoughts away, and grab a Black Ve
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. 20 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 Life1 day 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.Lost2 days 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
The fading high of a dose of Old Glory It's late, the stars cookie-cutter light impressions in a tattered pitch sky, the nieghbor's Golden Retriever howling off-key to the seductive pull of the blossoming full moon outside.The fading high of a dose of Old Glory2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
And she's here, as usual, hair a bit more tangled, a bit more greasy, amber waves slowly ebbing away to dirty bleach blonde like sand being stolen over the years by an ever-hungry sea. Her hands, thin and nervous, tangle like fish in a net, dancing like spiders in their silken webs as she shuffles from foot to foot, rubbing her arms in a vain attempt to keep warm down here in her condition.
The air is cold, stifling, a touch too sterile, in a worrisome contrast to her unpleasantly hopeful expression.
"I can't keep doing this," I say, and her puppyish look, almost pathetic in that blatant begging, sours like curdled milk left to ferment in the boiling dese