The Last WhyHe was smiling down at her. But she did not know why.The Last Why2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had knocked her to the ground. But she did not know why.
He was gripping a shining steel knife, and it glinted in the cold moonlight. The sidewalk was rough and hard against her back. All she had done was have the nerve to return to her home, but this man had other plans.
She wanted to cry.
"Whats the matter girlie? Scared?" The man was mocking her. Mocking her fear and her pain. But she did not cry. She could not grasp that this was actually it. She could not grasp that this was real, that she wouldn't wake up tomorrow in her bed, her house, her life. She could not grasp that after this there was nothing, that after this she was not her. So she merely waited, waited for what she knew was coming, but at the same time dismissed as fantasy.
The man laughed maniacally now, raising the knife high above his head. Time slowed,
She closed her eyes.
She saw everything, every moment of her life. It all passed in a heartbeat, but that hear
Too FarDrip. Drip. Drip.Too Far8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ahh. There it is. So sweet is it. So bright.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Every night now. Every night I have feasted.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I feel myself getting weaker but I can’t stop. I have totally and utterly succumbed.
DripDrip. DripDrip. DripDrip.
It consumes me as I consume it. Feasting, drinking, always thirsting for more.
DripDripDrip. DripDripDrip. DripDripDrip.
More. I must have more. My arms are covered in the scars of my previous meals.
But, I find myself not caring. Even as I suck myself dry.
My own blood. I suck it down like sweet nectar. I take it from myself. I feel drained, dry, empty. Oh the nights pass in agony but still I take more. I love it, love how it glistens. Love how it sparkles. Love how it tastes. When will I stop? Never. Not until I’m dead and every last drop is gone. I feel it now. The life seeping from me as blood seeped
The UnachieveableAll around me they flutter. Flit and dance about in the air, glittering. They ascend, they alight, they land, they fly. They are not too hard to catch. I held one in my hand not a minute ago, but there is one that is... different. It glitters, and shines, and it beckons me. But, every time I reach for it, it flutters out of my reach. Every time I step toward it, it backs away just enough that I can't grab it. But oh how close I've gotten. Oh how close I must be to catching it. It has to slip up sometime, it has to. The others are just distractions, I know they are. It put them there to keep me from it. Those I can catch, so they are not worth it. Those do not gleam like this one. I will have it. Oh, missed it again. Oh well, I will have it some day, I have to.The Unachieveable8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
LIFE IS LIKE A ROSELife is like a roseLIFE IS LIKE A ROSE14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has it's thorns
Neither leaves us unscathed
The thorns of the rose leaves scratches
Life often leaves deep scars.
The scratches of the thorn heal fairly quickly.
The scars of life may never heal.
Roses are my favorite flower.
Maybe because I see more than just the flower.
I know the pain the prick of the thorn leaves
yet the fragrance and beauty of the rose remains.
So it is with the scars that life can inflict.
While the scars of life can be ugly
Like the rose, there is beauty in life
Sometimes, we just have to look a little harder
And it is up to us in how we handle it.
We can choose to be bitter or better.
I choose to be better.
I choose to be free.
2014 Suzanna Jayne Mullins