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.free2 days 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
dukkhaPleasure got distracted by stomach pains.dukkha5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Death Diary (Entry 52)Death Diary (Entry 52)3 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
Conversations with an old friend (during school).Conversations with an old friend (during school)5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You're sitting on the teacher's desk. Why the hell are you doing that? I always knew you had a funny way of acting. You observe the other students. You're eyes met mine. Hi there.
Hey, do me a favor and strike fear into the kid behind me, will you? Please. He keeps jostling my desk with his feet. I think he likes me. Sick. He smells like the inside of that nasty dresser downstairs. You know, from my aunt's house?
Why can't you make yourself visible to him? Why only me? You said before that it would be no problem. Oh yeah. We wouldn't want him screaming in the middle of class. Those eyes aren't too inviting.
C'mon, I'd love to hear him return to school the next day, claiming his house w
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 days 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
Life and DeathLife and Death5 days 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 edge5 days 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
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 gone5 days 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
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 House1 week 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
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)2 days 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
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 #301 week 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 #291 week 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 #281 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge IVIV – Questions and AnswersThe Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge IV2 days 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 dark4 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
NifleheimIs it night, or is it day? You ask yourself and wonder if the question should have more or less merit, but even as your inner eye pads the point with punctuation, you realise you could not care less. Time has no meaning here. Here in this place the distant winds rips through, deafeningly silent, a breeze so quiet that its shrieks tear holes in your wakeful mind. With no trees to break them, no mountains to guide them, the winds resound throughout creation.Nifleheim6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
All around you is a veil of blue and white, mingled, interspersed until, paradoxically, it waxes grey like a powder. With the colour comes a cold. A cold so frigid and pronounced that it transcends meaning. So staunch the icy wind that it goes beyond feeling. It is cold that does not touch your flesh so much as pierce your soul, filling you, holding you, beckoning stagnation. Yet all the same, you cannot gather rot, for the coldest depth provides a boon, a sanctimonious purity which cannot be denied.
Beneath your feet the ground rece
The Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge IIIIII – LoveThe Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge III3 days 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
BelieveIf you believe in yourself, anything is possible. You can do anything you desire. Forget what other people say; it will only hold you back. Keep your head held high and trust your instincts. You are better than they say. Just because you are an outcast, doesn't mean you are different. It means you are special. Be yourself and not who other people want you to be. Simply believe and you can do anything.Believe11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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 Sasha3 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
SummerSummer was homemade lemonade and picnics in the gloaming. Summer was watching the sunset to the music of cicadas. Summer was watching the symphony of fireflies after the sun had fully departed the sky, a million tiny lights floating all around, vanishing only to reappear a moment later.Summer5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And yet, summer had been none of these things before this moment. But now, summer could only be these things. Forever after, no matter how old I grew, summer would be those things.
I spent so much of my life on a ship; summer had always been when we landed somewhere hot. But now, summer was this. I’d probably never have another summer that looked like this. The odds that we would be around again on the right summer day for this to happen ever again were unlikely.
It made me a little sad, but at the same time, it made this moment more precious than it could otherwise have been.
His hand covered mine. I couldn’t look at him, the moment was too beautiful.
“Well, isn’t this as fantas
LightYou are loved, just as you are. I think you are perfect. You are appreciated for your mind and your kind soul. Your worth is beyond what can be held in the hand, you are one of a kind, and you ripple outward, moving others. Your patience is broad, and your effort continuous, and it will be remembered with gratitude.Light5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This