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.free1 week 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
A SparkSometimes you forget who you are. It’s not quite an identity crisis; you do not panic within your skin, ready to separate into meaningless fragments. You remember your name just fine. In fact, just to be sure, you wrote it in the palm of your hand that morning with a faded pen often used to scribble out last-minute grocery lists. Then you whispered it under your breath as you made breakfast until you became breathless.A Spark5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No, it’s more like an identity misplacement.
Consider the day you lost your glasses. You could see the world just fine, at least on the surface, but the distance tantalized you--the neighbor’s house warped into a blur of drowsy attic light, the calendar on the fridge an amorphous measure of time characterized by a June bug lounging on a wet flower. Still, you could read faces when people approached you. A smile looked like a smile, a grimace like a grimace. When you at last found your glasses that afternoon, you put them on and realized that all day you
Das Lied der WoelfinDas Lied der WölfinDas Lied der Woelfin3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mit federndem Tritt schwebte die graue Wölfin über den Waldboden. Ihre Pfoten berührten nur kurz die Erde, die mit kleinen, braunen Nadeln bedeckt war und so jedes Geräusch verschluckte. Sie war allein. Eine einsame Fähe.
Immer wieder sinnierte sie über ihr Leben vor ihrem inneren Auge. Erst vor kurzem hatte sie einen anderen Graupelz getroffen. Einen alten Freund. Doch ihre Freundschaft schien zerbrochen zu sein. Weh tat es in dem kleinen pochenden Herzchen. Zurückgestoßen, nur weil sie sich verändert hatte.
Nun führte sie ihr Weg wieder zurück. Zurück zu ihrer Heimat, an die Seite ihres Gefährten und ihrer Schwester. An die Seite von zwei Wesen, die ihr Ein und Alles waren.
Wesen, die ihr geholfen hatten, die an ihrer Seite standen, ganz gleich wie sie sich veränderte.
Stolz solche Freunde zu haben wurden ihre Läufe schneller.
Noch während ihr Körper im Hier verweilte,
Existence - Inspirational Quote #33As easy as it is to breathe and live, it is just as easy for God to renew your purpose and lose touch of your existence...Existence - Inspirational Quote #335 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Total Connection - Inspirational Quote #32Life proceeds to gather unto itself the hardships that do cause endurance to fail. Therefore, to lessen this, we must journey within life with a soul united with a spirit, thus allowing a total connection with God...Total Connection - Inspirational Quote #325 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reality - Inspirational Quote #31Surely, if we install some kind of reality that time is short-lived and life can flutter like a bird, we will locate the weakness coming from our souls and connect rapidly with our spirits, so the strength of both Spirit and Soul will connect until Men end...Reality - Inspirational Quote #315 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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)2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Ehi ehi ehi fermati un attimo!” Blanchette interruppe i racconto di Kuro. “Che storia è
A Square DealIt was drizzling and dark as I left work. Another very long day. I was tired and cranky. I begged Fate to just let me get home without incident. Fate must hate me.A Square Deal3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Pssst! Hey mister! Yeah you!" said a voice from the shadows of an alley. "Wanna see a REAL woman?" "No thanks. I'm really beat and I just want to get home." The man in the trenchcoat wasn't dissuaded. "I know what you're thinking! Another digital model that LOOKS like a real woman. Am I right?" "Whatever. Seriously. I'm gonna miss my train." "Trust me mister, you don't see images of real women any more. Right? Who cares about flawless facsimiles when..." "OK! How do I KNOW she's real?" I was so tired that I didn't even feel like giving him the brush off.
The man stepped into the light. His fedora obscured his face. Peddling pictures of real women was a misdemeanor since the Digital Models
The Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge VIVI – MirrorsThe Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge VI4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Since her last visit the Bird had been looking at the Lord differently. He had allowed her to look beyond the mask, noticing the emptiness and the sadness, the pain he held inside. Not only did that take a great deal of courage, but also of trust, which was why she felt...honored. Honored, that he, who had obviously been hurt so much, chose her to put his trust in. So when she entered the libary that day her steps happened to be a bit more swinging than it was appropriate.
Her Lord was standing at the window, his hands behind his back. Snow was falling softly and she could see his reflection in the window's glass. His hair looked messy, the shadows below his eyes were back and he, in general, didn't seem like he got much sleep last night. Or any sleep at all.
He took a while before he noticed her and then sighed: „I saw myself in the mirror last night.“
„Reflections at night can be scary“, the Bird said, as she took her seat, resting her hands
steam chat with friendSenpai, #GotHacked4TimesNow: people target mesteam chat with friend4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Senpai, #GotHacked4TimesNow: cause im nice
Senpai, #GotHacked4TimesNow: i give stuff
Senpai, #GotHacked4TimesNow: but they abuse it
Senpai, #GotHacked4TimesNow: and it hurts
Senpai, #GotHacked4TimesNow: i dont want to end up not being nice anymore
仮面ライダ Darkronous#XXX: sorry senpai you had to learn how the real world works this way. people will take kindness and twist it. i have adopted a public persona of a twist person so no one tries shit on me
仮面ライダ Darkronous#XXX: yeah the real world is spite full to nice people
Senpai, #GotHacked4TimesNow: Reality
Senpai, #GotHacked4TimesNow: fucking
Senpai, #GotHacked4TimesNow: sucks
Senpai, #GotHacked4TimesNow: faced it 3 years ago
Senpai, #GotHacked4TimesNow: nah
Senpai, #GotHacked4TimesNow: when i was like 6
仮面ライダ Darkronous#XXX: its better to adapt to the world then keep ideals of a long dead
The Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge VV – The Weight of a SmileThe Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge V4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He smiled when he drank his wine, he smiled when he said everything was fine. So his bird wondered and wondered what that smile may hide. Tears? Fears? Joy or Pain? Was he really that happy, as he pretended to be? Most likely, he wasn't. So she shook her head and said: „Smiles.“
He looked at her, raising a brow. „It's scary what a smile can hide“, he commented and „what does your smile hide?“, she asked. „You have no idea“, he answered.
„The weight of a smile is way more disturbing and dangerous than we think. Smiles can hide a lot. At this moment, I could think of murdering you“, the Lord said, smiling.
Even though she knew that he wouldn't do such things, a cold shiver ran down her back. His smile was scary. „There are different smiles“, she said, „Happy smiles, sad smiley, evil smiles, confused smiles...“ „The list is long“, he interrupted her. It seemed li
The Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge IVIV – Questions and AnswersThe Lord and his Bird - Talks at life's edge IV1 week 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.
My DearI know, I know, my dear.My Dear18 hours 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.
I think, therefore I am.The truth is, I'm a bit introverted. In fact, if it were up to me I'd just be a hermit. Well not completely.I think, therefore I am.3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I love seeing people, I love being with people, I love people.
But not too close.
Just a stroll down a city street, watching the couples walk by, peeking into the dark windows of cars waiting in traffic, watching girls try to manage their shopping bags.
I love this, watching the world from the comfort of my own mind. It's like I am my own world, watching a different world. My world is much bigger and more expansive. The world around me is small, like a pretty picture in a a glass globe.
that's because the world around you is only the vision in your eyes. The world only exists in your mind.
The only thing that really truly exists is you.
I think, therefore I am.
The real reality is the reality behind these eyes.
The imaginary world is the one in front of them. It only exists from a couple of nerves in my cornea. My brain shambles them together to paint a picture. It wouldn't exis
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.Believe5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Beauty From WithinBeauty is in the eye of the beholder. Everyone says it, and most believe it. But who dares look at an outcast to see her inner beauty? Do people always assume that what is on the outside is also on the inside? Everything in life is not based on how we look to others, but how we look to ourselves. Only we can truly see what is inside us. We must be the best we can be. For if we do not believe in ourselves, who will truly believe in us?Beauty From Within5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Food for the Spirit: A Way of LifeSunday, October 25, 2009Food for the Spirit: A Way of Life8 hours 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
An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 8I grimaced as I walked through the front door.An Arrow Stabs My Insides - Chapter 811 hours 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