Youth and Age In theYouth and Age5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
romance.I.romance.2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The daisies burned in the sunlight. His hair fell into his eyes as the long grass swallowed him, devoured his bones. From his outstretched hands grew wildflowers, their pollen pooling in his palms.
The sweet air seemed to choke me as I lifted my voice to the sky.
"It's all right. I don't mind," he replied, eyes drifting into the haze of summer.
The day wore on.
His fingers scraped the kitchen table. I stole a furtive glance at their shadows. The evening entered, pale and lovely, like a ghostly sculpture, lightly dusted with twilight.
"Will you pay for it?"
"It can be fixed."
"No, it can't. Look at it." There were more shards than the fragments of sunlight scattered across the floor.
"All things can be fixed. Did you try?"
My heartbeat sped up and I remembered his foot on the accelerator, the rush of the landscape as it flew on the wind, the singing of the wheels against the tarmac. In the kitchen, the phone rang. It appeared that nobody was going to answer it.
"How deep is
Free to beJournalFree to be8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The problem I was having before was that I was afraid that something else was in the position of changing my life. Yet nothing has that power. It appears as such. Only thru my acceptance of it though. If I do not accept that something else has power over me, then nothing does...and I am free. Free to create as I imagine, be as I imagine.
SoulSome people don't believe in a soul,Soul8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But I do.
Every one of us is different,
And every once in a while
You come accross someone
Whose inner beauty has a special
Meaning - it speaks especially to you.
Something shines out of them
With a special purity,
Something that is very Dear,
Something that is on a
Special wave length that
Resonates in you and you feel
The magic of their Soul.
NormalI wanted to be normal. I did my best to be.Normal8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
To be normal all I had to do was cover my inner ears, and listen to others over myself. To be normal all I had to do was give over my desires to obligations. To be normal all I had to do was ignore my feelings, give all power to logic and reason, and stop questioning so much. To be normal all I had to do was die slowly, inside, so that I might grow up.
Now it looks as if I'll never grow up, or be normal.
Everytime I dieLike everyone I'm reluctant to die. I think I'm not alone in seeing this as a good thing. Yet there's some instances where dieing is somehow good for me. Like when I let my yearning for someone die, especially if that someone is not yearning for me. Or when I desire some tasty substance that I love but know I've had too much of. I know that letting go is like a dieing. Or it feels as if it is dieing itself. I guess I can't say that with definity since I've not had the privelege of dying yet. But everytime I die I know something good has taken place. And so I do my best to be alert to what needs to die, so that I may feel the joy of being alive.Everytime I die8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What IfWhat if the world is on the brink of incredible bliss, and doesn't even know it?What If8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What if happiness is the most important thing, no holds barred?
What if everything collapsed in my life, went all wrong, and I decided not to feel bad for the moment. What if I looked around and saw that I'm not in any physical harm? What if I acted as if everything would be okay from now on?
What if I knew what it's like to act as if everything will be okay and even better than okay forever and always? What if I could do that?
What if someone found a vegetable that when ingested makes you feel literally tickled while also very well nourished?
What if I made my fears out of clay into the shape of keys and then misplaced them accidentally on purpose?
What if I knew that nothing but wonderful is in store for me?
What if I didn't feel bad that others felt bad that I was doing something I felt great about, without including them?
What if I just knew that it's all going to work out perfe
smarties and coffeesmarties and coffeesmarties and coffee8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was late again. She's a chronic later. I think she does it cause of this and that. No, I not gonna do that. I don't care. I'm not gonna get upset. Know ? You can ask me. She won't be here soon.
want a smartie? you can build little smartie boats and float em on the coffee like this, watch...I do this often when I wait.