Jeremy x depressed readerReader's P.O.VJeremy x depressed reader19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was crying. Again. I went down stair making sure nobody was there then grabbed a knife. I had waited to do this for so long. I had tried before, but I chickened out. Not this time. Pressing it down on my hand I smiled at the sharp sting of pain. I was only 11 so I shouldn't be at this yet, but I did it anyway. I stopped seeing the blood flow out of my skin. I turned only to bump into my mom. 'Shit' I think. She starts yelling at me. I run, crying, once more. I slow down and sit on a swing at a park near my school. Crying I slowly swing back and forth.
Jeremy's P.O.V (WUT WUT )
I heard crying. I looked around wondering who it could be. I see a young girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair wearing a (f/c) shirt and jean shorts. I walk up to her. "W-what's w-wrong?" I ask. She looks up at me, surprise in her (e/c) eyes. "What's wrong?" she snarls. I'm surprised she got angry that fast.
I feel stupid for getting angry but I had no idea who this guy was. "I j-just want
Let's Be Post-Modern Nomads I shattered the screen of my Nokia Lumia in a dingy gas station restroom, about an hour outside of Birmingham, Alabama. You bought a 24 oz. can of Yuengling for us to share in the parking lot; your gift of consolation for my loss.Let's Be Post-Modern Nomads17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You took the first swig and spat out your mouthful onto the asphalt and gagged with a disgusted expression. I laughed at you until I fell to my knees and started to hiccup so violently that my entire body jerked upwards with each ricochets. You then laughed so hard that you dropped the beer and had to wrap your arms around your ribs the same way I was holding mine to control the pain of my spasming diaphragm. The Yuengling pooled into a pothole in between two parking spaces. I punched you in the arm with a reluctant smile on my lips as you fell to your butt on the curb, red faced and trying, and failing, to stop your now-giggles. We were grinning so widely our gums were visible. You somehow managed to whee
Can We Do This Again Next Week? My foot got tangled in the tree roots of a long dead live oak while we were drifting down the Guadalupe river.Can We Do This Again Next Week?17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The last thing I saw before the rapids pulled me under was your face- how your eyes were open wide and your pupils shot to pin-points right as my head was sucked under.
I grabbed at the roots- frantic for air- desperate to see those eyes again, but with dilated pupils, thinking to myself, 'I cannot die'. I jerked my foot, tearing, searching for freedom. I felt the twist in my tendons and a pull in my muscles as the roots finally gave and I shoved myself into the left current, slipping free from being submerged.
My head surfaced for seconds each at a time before the rapids would claim my air again. I thought of your eyes, your hands, of your smile. I lay on my back- scraping against the rocks littered all along the riverbed, certain of the blood staining me. I remembered