Interludes“What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skullsInterludes1 day 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
Pink CarnationsLaying on granite slabsPink Carnations4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
AccidentWhen I see them, I forget. I forget what I'm doing, where I am, how to breathe. She's always perfect.Accident5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can do nothing but stare.
And I know. I have to talk to her.
I stride forward, purpose in every movement. I have to have her. She has to be mine.
T-minus 2 yards. She makes eye contact. I can see how suprised she is. I'm terrified; I want to stop, but I have to tell her.
T-minus 2 feet. I open my mouth.
"Pardon me for staring, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Please, would you go out with me tonight?"
Her expression turns from confusion to disgust, and I know I have made a mistake.
"Get away from me, dyke!" She snarls. "I'm not like that." And pushes past me.
I just stand. I don't even apologize. I just stand.
And I leave.
22.My parents dread on how sinful their daughters are,22.1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of all people, they murmur all of the time I've slept in God's temple.
It's like I have to be a housewife for God,
Serving a clatter of selfish prayers on a plate.
And I they expect me to look up to him,
But all I see is a tired man.
I can already tell,
His eyes are faded galaxies,
And they're covered with bags of the helpless.
He pulls a flask out of his hand,
And drinks till he feels swollen enough to drift off.
Everyone thinks he's perfect,
But every cigarette dries my eyes.
Pray for us to God
Pray, because he'll give you happiness, joy, and freedom.
That's complete and utter bullshit,
A man like him works 24/7,
All week, his children cry for him,
His wife, thinks he's a slut,
Since he started a new job in the post office
In the middle of the night,
He goes into the bar,
And sees Lucifer,
A damned man like him offers a beer
(Suddenly, he drank till the last drop).
I'm looking forward to seeing what God
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!Intensification3 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.
SleeplessDreams can be a wonderful thing. They bring joy to a man when he lost all. They give ambition to those with no calling. But not all dreams are good. Some you wish you could forget. Others tell a story about yourself; a story you didn’t know you had. May it is to grief over your failures. Maybe a fear of change, or lack of change. It is amazing how much a dream call tell about us. A story if you will. Sometimes it’s a story you didn’t even know you had. Would you like to hear it?Sleepless1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then explain to me how you’re going to get out of that chair?
That’s what I thought.
It started off with me walking down a street. Then all the sudden I lose all control of my body. Without any impute form myself, my body moves around and goes directly for a specific person walking down the street. A person I have never seen before. Then without warning, I yelled the phase you’re one of them and spray them with a purple gas from a spray can I didn’t even know I had.
Dearest Reader [Command Based Series]»HeyDearest Reader [Command Based Series]4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
»Come One Kid, Get Up.
«where am i?
»You Just Need To Open Your Eyes.
«what if i don't want to?
»I'm Just Doing My Job.
What do you do?
[Open Your Eyes]
[Don't Do Anything]
What is life?What is life?What is life?5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's a question that nearly every human being will ask them self, a question whose answer is sought by nearly every soul but never found, because really, everybody gives a different answer. Ask the scientist, the the writer, the mortician, the mathematician, the-
Suddenly, she was pulled from her thoughts.
"What is life?" He inquired decidedly, humorously. Pointing his nose up and donning an infectious grin, 'what is life?' he inquired with a humorous air about him. His index finger stuck into the air like a professor or scientist on the quest to an answer.
The children around him chuckled. Each of them giving their own humorous answer.
"I dunno, what d'you think it is, dude?"
"Life is candy. That's what it is."
"Nope- it's love~"
"Pshh, you're so mushy! Life is danger!"
"Life is food!"
" You guy are so greedy. Life is family and friends."
"Man, no. That's boring."
"No! It's gotta be-"
And suddenly every
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: Prologue3 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.
small speech.Everyone has something they wish to do. a goal to reach, a dream to make real, and yet there are those who question what they can do. When one doesn't know what to do, all that needs to be done is to look at those around you. Friends, family, Lover, and one will find what they have to do and make it possible. Nothing is out of reach. Many wall's will be placed but they can be pushed down to bring the path back into view. Always keep going. Follow your heart, your mind, your soul, your dreams. Even if they seem out of reach, just ask for boost from someone close and with that boost, you can reach for anything once again and make it happen. Go for it with all your might and make it......a Reality.small speech.17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Untitled NeutralUntitled4 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
NothingI could feel his inspiration running through my fingers like sand in an hour glass, cliche but truer than the truth. I began to feel myself stuck in the quicksand, unable to move, falling deeper into the trap that preyed on those that struggled with complacency.Nothing49 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He looked at me curiously, wondering what secret desire I held behind the placation of friendship. His eyes, too, reflected a myriad of secrets that were too dark to utter. I saw myself reflected in those eyes. Together, our minds whispered secrets to each other, desperately wanting the barriers to fall, to be alone with each other.
We were confused. We shared a connection, one that felt centuries old, and neither of us knew why. And it dawned on me, I was my friend, and he, I. I was him in a different body, a different life, trying to make sense of the cards in my deck and why I had been dealt that particular hand. We played the same game, treading carefully on egg shells, not wanting to wake the beast within.
I was torn apart
Something about suicide, Chapter 1Chapter 1Something about suicide, Chapter 14 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Samuel my dear. Do you think I could ever bring myself to lie to you so easily? Despite what you may think of me sometimes, I do care for you, I care for you more than the people I left behind, mostly because I have yet to leave you behind and to be honest I am not really sure if I can yet.
But when I do leave you behind, which I will, promise me that you will not come searching for me, that you will not miss me, that you will go on living the life that you have and that you will go out and create the life that you’ve dreamed of having with someone. I see the way you look at me, I know that you hope I will stay and be by your side for as long as I can, but that simply isn’t possible. So when the day comes and I do leave you for other things. Don’t miss me or need me, I ask with all my heart because you can’t live your life wondering and hoping for something that could never have been anything. So Please don’t search for me or miss me because it r
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 Absolutism3 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 23 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ends and BeginningsFuneral in July. Born next March-Ends and Beginnings4 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 runner1 day 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 Volunteer2 days 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
Fairy TaleOnce, there was a young maiden. Growing up with nobility and respect, she was well loved by the entire country. Her hair was silver, like moonlight, and her skin as fair as freshly fallen snow. Her voice was so soothing, it could send anyone into a peaceful sleep. She sounded like a choir of angels when she sang, some might say.Fairy Tale4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she grew up, her beauty and respect flourished. When the time had come, she had thousands of suitors awaiting her hand in marriage. Her father, a powerful Lord, chose only 4 of the most wealthy and handsome princes for her to choose.
The first Prince, was energetic and youthful. He was handsome, and lived in a far away land.
"I cannot marry him, he would be but a brother to me!" She told her father, but listened to his proposal any way.
"My Princess, marry me and we shall elope into the mountains. Living only on our love, I know we'll survive. My love for you knows no bounds, my princess. Even in sickness and health, I will always love you"
La venganza de Zeus.Cuando Zeus se hubo hecho adulto, planeó la manera de vengarse de su padre y liberar así a sus hermanos que seguían en el interior del estómago de Cronos.La venganza de Zeus.1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lo primero que hizo fue buscar a Metis, una de las hijas de sus tíos Océano y Tetis. Metis era la oceánide más astuta y sagaz, inteligente y muy hábil, es por esto que Zeus acudió a ella.
—¿Qué deseas, divino Zeus? ¿Por qué acudes a mi presencia? Bien podría avisar a tu padre, que te devoraría al verte como al resto de tus hermanos.
—Astuta Metis, he oído que eres la más inteligente de entre tus hermanas y hermanos, y no sólo de entre ellos. También sé que superas al resto de Titanes, incluido Cronos.
—Sin duda soy la más rápida de pensamiento de mis hermanos pero, ¿superar a los Titanes? Puede que tan sólo el diestro Prometeo logre confrontarme.
—Si es así, muéstramelo. Usa tu
A New Direction-------------------------------A New Direction21 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alma Lynnwood awoke abruptly as the sunlight peaked in through the windows of her second floor apartment room. Scattered chirps filled the spring morning Texas air of a mostly lower-middle class neighborhood. She had been living by herself for the past few months in this quaint room. This is where she did everything. It was where she maintained her self, cultivated the not-so-many parts of her life, and where she followed her passion and work.
Sweeping her nimble arm and casting aside the black silken covers in a single motion, her legs swung off the side of the bed allowing her feet to be met by the soft grey carpet. Pausing to draw in a heavy dose of oxygen she arose off the side of her bed. Standing to a full five feet and four inches with a slim feminine figure, her golden orange dyed mane ruffled around her neck and behind her shoulders at a medium length. It was unkempt yet beautiful, and had bangs cut st
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 Void1 day 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