Sometimes You Don't Have to Change the WorldAres is not what I imagined her to be. The great man of myth, muscular and imposing, shining in his armour, with crested helmet and mighty spear, does not stand before me. Instead I face a young woman, hardly more than a girl. She is soft and delicate, with eyes so large they will soak up the world, and skin like spun glass, that glitters in the darkness. A warm glow radiates from within her, not quite visible, but strong enough for me to feel the heat on my face.Sometimes You Don't Have to Change the World6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound of traffic wafts up to us from the street far below. Heavy clouds block out the night sky, reflecting back the poisonous orange of streetlamps and office blocks. The rooftop is high above it all, and we are invisible. That’s why I chose it, to be alone. The last thing I expected was a visitor, proclaiming to be a god.
“Ares?” I scoff, looking her over with something I imagine to be petulance. If not for the fact that she was so decidedly un-human, and that she had materialised on the rooftop with n
Eco turquesa. [Cierre del arco II]La bruja de la arena hace un esfuerzo inmenso por seguir avanzando después de haber abandonado aquella batalla tan súbitamente, se sentía en su límite. Mientras avanza torpemente alucinaciones auditivas amenazan con quebrantar el espíritu que le queda.Eco turquesa. [Cierre del arco II]6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Son voces de niños, adultos, un pequeño tumulto, el asombro se convierte en gritos.
Son los ecos de un pasado que se acerca reptando tras de ella.
No podrá seguir por mucho tiempo, requiere llegar y precisa hacerlo ahora. Necesita lograrlo si quiere evitar que ocurra lo impensable.
Está terriblemente cansada, robó algo de energía a aquél soldado, pero eso sólo le ha dado la oportunidad de conservar algo de fuerza, fuerza que a ratos parece abandonarle por completo.
Quizá estaba destinada a fracasar, quizá era su castigo por no oír las palabras del gran señor, por acudir al hombre de la máscara, pensado que le ayudaría, sin saber que sería
The Scariest Monster of AllIn art class, the teacher instructed us to make a monster.The Scariest Monster of All5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“It could have eighty heads and five hundred wriggling tentacles, if you like,” she said. She started using her arms in an animated mime as she tried to show the students what she wanted. “Bright purple, thirty six eyes and three tails. Whatever you like. It’ll be fun, you just have to draw in it whichever art style you prefer. You have to write a description of it as well, and why you chose to draw it that way.”
“This teacher’s a nutter, Alf,” my friend Tannon whispered. “Sometimes I've got absolutely no idea why she waves her arms around and all that jazz.”
“Yeah, she’s a little…” I thought for a moment. “…eccentric.”
We got on with the task. I sat thinking for a little while, but no ideas came. I tried flicking through the books the teacher showed us, all stories about scary monsters snatching princesses and terrorizing king
Trial of the Zodiacs - An ExcerptSilence slowly gave way to the gentle brushing of a distant evening tide against a distant shore. There was a cold breeze against his face, soft and yet it sent chills down his spine, like the kiss of a devil. He could not quite make out the scents, save for the faint aromas of grass. The ground under his feet was soft, but not like sand; perhaps he was in a field, but why? He could not remember being in field. For that matter, he had no recollection of anything. Where was he? Who was he? Wake up. Where was he? Wake up. Who was he?Trial of the Zodiacs - An Excerpt4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Hey, wake up.”
Life and DeathLife and Death17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Life and Death sitting beneath a tree.
Death picks up a fallen leaf and says to life, “do you know the difference between us?” Life responds “No I do not”. Death holds the leaf in his palm and watches it turn from green to brown. Death says “You’re and easy lie and I’m the painful truth.” Life says “I still don’t know the difference between us, brother.” Death says “yes my brother, I lead only to you that is true, but you cannot exist without me, as I begin and you end and nothing would die if it did not live.” Life takes the now mulching leaf and places it on the ground, to where he takes a seed from his pocket and buries them both together. Life puts his hand on the now unearthed ground, where the ground splits and a tree, although a sapling starts to rise. Life says “both of are roles portent to one anoth
The Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edgeI – DyingThe Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As on every Saturday, she entered the libary. Accurate to the second. Her Lord was already sitting in his green armchair at the window, a glass of wine in his hand, like always. As she made a noise, he turned his head and smiled. Like always.
„Come here, little bird“, he said, remotely waving at the red armchair in front of him. She followed his invitation, took the few steps towards him and sat down. Then she looked at him again.
His short, black hair was kind of messy, wisps of it falling over his forehead. She could see some of them slowly turning grey. The years slowly left their marks on him, turning his hair grey in a process that was very much like autumn turning the leaves of trees golden, orange and red. Slowly, and then all at once. But for now, it was still black. Also black was the leather coat he was wearing and also his shirt. As were his pants. Black. He was all cloaked in darkness. Had she before thought that he'd get old, because of his hair
The Haunted HouseI have seen many things in my life. From the happy newlyweds to the aftermath of their divorce. I have seen many come and go, but one thing has remained the same throughout- secrets. As my inhabitants invite others and throw parties, I watch them all. The masks they all wear to the sour truths they keep when they are alone.The Haunted House2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My windows are my eyes; my walls are my ears and my doors are my hands. I am the overseer, the watcher that only speaks in floor board creaks. The keeper whose scars are shown through cracks on the walls and whose bruises seep through the blood stained rugs.
Now I am empty, only occupied by ghosts whose deaths remain a legend. The kids walk by me, daring each other to enter my realm. To them, I have become a horror story and, perhaps, rightfully so.
And it seems I am nearing my end as the adults have decided to tear me down- an oracle of wisdom from my many decades of standing tall. They think they have lost their use of me. And thus, I must beware and prepared for
Miracles - Inspirational Quote #30Surely it is in man's power to consult his benefactor, but if he cannot, because the opportunity does not present itself, he should arrange counsel with his own heart and bring about the miracles which come forth from our faith in God...Miracles - Inspirational Quote #302 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Free of Evil - Inspirational Quote #29It has often been said, "Life is what you make of it." But really, life is how wise you are in living it. The wiser the man, the better in life, for he will know what life requires to be free of evil...Free of Evil - Inspirational Quote #292 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Man - Inspirational Quote #28As the water passed upon the land it was not aware God had put it there. And when the sand began to form, it did not know God held it. But when the sky did open and the rain did pour, the water spoke to the sand and said, "A man God has formed..."Man - Inspirational Quote #282 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rhythm of Truth - Inspirational Quote #27Many bells have rang in the memory of God, but the one bell that rings in each mans' life, revealing the rhythm of truth, is a bell that brings to you the sound of no doubt, but permanent knowledge. You do hear all possibilities available to increase your wisdom through truth alone...Rhythm of Truth - Inspirational Quote #273 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Peace - Inspirational Quote #26Life can be simple or it can be complex. The way you live your life decides this. So, have the kind of life that will fit tightly in God's life, then it will never be simple nor complex, but in peace with the knowledge that you and God are one...Peace - Inspirational Quote #263 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Goodness - Inspirational Quote #25Why do we question our life?Goodness - Inspirational Quote #253 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Is it because we are not completely standing erect in the service of goodness?
Or is it because Lucifer does form doubt within our mind, causing us to question more than we answer?
Inner Self - Inspirational Quote #24Reaching for our inner self is not as easy as it seems. To receive the vision before us, usually we welcome this reaching, because it has a tasteful recluse unto the eye and presents a feeling of, "This is what I want to be."Inner Self - Inspirational Quote #245 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Afraid - Inspirational Quote #23Are we afraid to understand the seriousness of or actions?Afraid - Inspirational Quote #235 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And if we are, why?
Do we fear the outcome of our life?
Or are we entitled to receive what we do reap?
Guide Our Life - Inspirational Quote #22If we guide our life carefully and remember it will end, our beginning will meet it's end, forming an eternity together...Guide Our Life - Inspirational Quote #225 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Rambler and the Edge"Why won't you just fight me!?" he screams, raising his arms to bring his point even clearer. The crazed person they once called a friend remained on the edge of the cliff, every movement a step closer to death.The Rambler and the Edge4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You all just sit there going about your things, but I can see the errors! The bad, the horrid, the unspoken! It's all just a truth best not told, but I want to speak it and clear it. And I've tried, I've tried I've tried I'VE TRIED!! I tried the easy way, over and over! But.. But I can't take peace forever. I'm agressive, I'm a fighter of points! I just need to grab something and yell at it! ... They always say the bully is commonly suffering the same as the victim, which is what causes the bullying in the first place. An endless cycle of evil consuming good until evil rules all. But is the bully evil for it? Or is.. He.. F*ck.. Another ramble.. You guys make me ramble constantly. I don't want to do it anymore.
My words don't ever help, they just.. Create more issues. I always
Tears of the TearIt's always those same old songs.Tears of the Tear6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
They never change.
How long can we sing about jingling bells before we create something new?
I guess its nothing to fuss over really. I'm not much into celebrations, but my family.... my family is all for them. Hey come out of your room, our families here! Why don't you go say hi to
Well you see I don't care about them, and I am very sure they really don't care for me. You're
wrong. No I am not.
They do care, they all love it when you are with them.
Ha! You've got to be kidding me.
One day you will see.
The day your heart hits 0 degrees.
My phone? I was snapped out of my cruel mind. I tried my best to push out the rest of these dark
thoughts. I wonder? I looked down at my phone and clicked it on, a picture of a girl came on. My
heart sped up a tad, it was the girl. This girl. My girl. A smile came to my face and I typed up a
reply quickly to her message.
What came back was not what I expected. The smile was ripped fro
COGITO ERGO SUM - BERYLLIUM What am I?COGITO ERGO SUM - BERYLLIUM6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A name has been given to me, they call me beryllium. They say I’m stable at “beryllium-9”. How can numbers affect metal stability? They say I’m a light element, that my abundance is rare for my classification. I constitute only half of a hundredth of a percent of the whole Earth. These cold facts, these scientific labels don’t go deep enough. A question still burns in my consciousness. Maybe… maybe I haven’t asked the right question. A different angle needs to be taken. In fact, I’m certain of it. To know what I am isn’t enough, I need examine myself as a whole. A better question would appear to be, who am I? How do others perceive me? What is my purpose?
Am I a mere material to them? For five dollars to the gram they melt me down and mix me with copper. Yet they fear me despite my apparent ‘uses’. I am
dukkhaPleasure got distracted by stomach pains.dukkha4 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Thy Own PoisonTo willingly ingest the dark poison that has been handed to thee, to allow it to fill thine up and pull thee under, is a fool’s doing, and still no more noble am I for the action than a common thief, he who takes what he wants and bids no thought to those whom he hath stolen from. For it is I who has cast the pain upon the unsuspecting victims, dragged them into the dark lair of the hunter that feeds off of pain, the hunter that hands thee thine own poison for an attempt at redemption. Death or damnation, but is death not thine own damnation in itself? Death can not reverse thy wrongs nor can it bring thee any peace, for thy place in death is none other than the hell I wish to escape while living. His poison I shall drink anyways, for death by thy own willing hand seems better than death by anyone else’s.Thy Own Poison5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet they will mourn, and cry why shall I in response. Hath thou not felt my nails digging into his back? Hath my venom soaked words not struck deep enough? Do they not fea
if we were all made of paper and the air was goneShe breathes the smoke in and it warms her, just enough so that she can focus on other things, like how her hair hangs limp and tangled around her shoulders, how just the tip of her left pinky toe is starting to poke out of that hole in her sneaker. The bench is stiff and cold under her, and the world surrounding moves in startling color. An old woman clutches a large purple shopping bag. A skinny man in a suit talks loudly at thin air, one hand poised on his left ear.if we were all made of paper and the air was gone19 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She watches and she inhales, quietly. Smoke curls around her head as she breathes out. It licks at the horizon. The bench rocks and she feels a weight in the air next to her.
"I'm going to die of lung cancer, and it'll be all your fault." She smiles around her cigarette in response, but doesn't turn until she has a mouthful of smoke, blowing it out slowly and deliberately, feeling somewhat dragon-like as she does it.
"You can leave," she says. "If you want." He won't.
The boy sitting next to her shrugs