Moral Rifts“You shouldn’t smoke,”Moral Rifts12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Esmar, it will fade your youthful beauty.”
“Beauty is fleeting, and no one ever knows exactly when it will fade. If I was lit like a torch in the night, my beauty would flee and leave scars in its wake; if I was hit by a car tomorrow, blood would stain my face a permanent and coppery red. If I lose my beauty, I will also lose my life, not because I choose to, but because society is fickle.”
“Goddamn,” Arthur Deans whispered, turning his gaze from the younger man to the silent stars. His breath was like a ghost in the cold December air—indeed it was a replica of Esmar’s cigarette smoke, and he laughed upon making the connection.
“If you could command God, Arthur, we would all be in a predicament that the devil would envy.” Esmar Kirsanov said
TaeterwissenDer Tag danach ist nur ein kleiner, kalter, nasser Tag, es ist neu und grässlich und irgendwie unwirklich.Taeterwissen3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ein Paradies, aber es fühlt sich an wie die Hölle."
"Die Hölle, aber es sieht aus wie das Paradies."
Seine fahrigen Hände fahren fort. Ihren Rücken hinauf, hinunter. Seine Hände zittern, seine fahrigen Hände zittern gegen ihre papierdünne Haut. Sie zittert. Sie beide sind ein Wrack.
"Dir ist kalt?"
"Es ist kalt."
Er legt die Jacke wieder über ihre Schultern. Sie sehen zu, wie die Menschen nicht an ihnen vorbeigehen, die einen durch die Tür, die anderen durch den Raum, und seine Hände fahren fort.
The New YorkThe New YorkThe New York1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Good old me. Stuck in this dark place with my fellow coins since year 1672 in York. No one layed a finger on us since the bank exploded and we all were buried under the debris. Well, I thought I'd stay like this forever, until the metal tip of a shovel touched my rusty gold surface.
The first thing I saw was light. The beautiful light of the sun that made me sparkle with happiness. Jolly day, as I used to say. Someone's hands carried me and dug me in their pocket. I smiled, its been years since someone carried me and I missed the feeling of being precious. My fellow coins and I jingled loudly and happily. The person's hand reached for me again and tossed me on a cool glass surface. I thought I'm in a jewellery shop. And that is when it happened... I got attacked by the hot blue flames that melted my insides and made me lose my conciousness. When I opened my eyes again I was no longer me. I was an elegant gold heart perfectl