Stupidity is Infectious Today one of the most life changing events occurred. We were given up on, my class and I. We sat in another droning lesson on the ideals of romanticism, and of course the firebrands goaded the teacher into silence so they could pursue their mouthfuls of gossip, and then... The instructor stood up. He was a young fellow, roughly thirty years old. He stood up and smiled at the masses of students before him, those that might usurp him some day, and smiled for several minutes past what was comfortable.Stupidity is Infectious 1 day ago in Short Stories
"Do you enjoy this class? This lesson?" He was still smiling. No one but those few firebrands, either courageous or ignorant in their actions, spoke. There was general mumbling of consent that perhaps the class could be better. Only the rebels, or perhaps the instigators from the other side of the coin, spoke up in outright hatred towards the class. The professor strode forward towards them.
"Then why are you here? Will it stick with you? Are you ever going to give a damn about who Ralph Wal
Souls in the WindStaring at the waves crashing before him he felt at peace for the first time in the long suffering that has been his life. As each wave found its way onto the sand, such force as it moved over itself in attempt to claim the shore as its own, he smiled. This is where he was meant to be. This freedom. This expanse of a greater reason. It was always tugging at him, he had just never known what it was before. As he breathed in, the fresh salt air invading his senses he was lost in another world.Souls in the Wind20 hours ago in Short Stories
The sound of each wave approaching the shore line before receding again just to try another time was a type of bliss that could not be explained. No words could ever describe the free, open and wild feelings that coursed through his brain. But every nerve ending in his body responded to the anticipation. This was where souls were freed.
A sharp noise - human - broke his concentration momentarily. A giggle, high pitched yell and the following sound of running feet. He turned to watch a couple
Living in her wor(l)dsLiving in her wor(l)ds14 hours ago in Short Stories
“Write me.” He whispers. “Write me so that I may be something.”
He lets his head drop painfully on the table by the open window. One side of his face coolly embraces the wooden surface as his eyes stare at his out-of-focus surroundings. His long, shaggy hair is spilled out on the desk, acting like a pillow for his thoughts and a veil for them all at once.
He feels…He feels a void. A void full of something. A void full of loneliness. A void of despair. A void full of the things he doesn’t know.
He doesn’t know…He doesn’t know what he is, let alone who.
To tell the truth, he is not sure that he even exists.
Maybe living was all a horrible nightmare. Maybe his body was just imaginary mounds of flesh all glued together?
And yet his body feels so heavy.
It weighs him down like an anchor.
How could his body not be real, and yet…how could it be?
He is torn between extremes. He is never whole – always in opposing h
SheopherdwulfOnce, there was a wolf that lived in a cave near a sheep ranch. The ranch was well-protected by armed farmers and sheep-dogs specifically trained to fight and kill wolves. In the early days, it was nearly impossible for the wolf to get a sheep when he was hungry, but eventually he learned how to hide among them, picking them off at his leisure.Sheopherdwulf9 hours ago in Short Stories
The sheep eventually grew wise to the wolf’s tactics, and took some measures to protect themselves: staying in more tightly-packed groups, being sure to bleat out an alarm whenever they suspected foul play, and staying nearer to the farmers and sheep-dogs.
Of course, the escalation of war and survival never ends, and so the wolf had to become even stealthier, even more subtle in his approach. This required that he spend a lot of time amongst the sheep, behaving as they did, bleating as they did, even pretending to eat the grass as they did. He spent so much time acting as a sheep, that he even genuinely befriended some of them, and found t