the girl - isome days the girl does not know where she starts and where she ends. her being seems to bethe girl - i3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
stretched out between too many variables. her mind clinging to the sensation of a child's wish;
stretching out her arms so that they may be long enough to grasp a piece of the sky and hold
a sense of wonder in her hands.
the girl - ii"will you stay this time", the girl can be caught whispering every once in a while,the girl - ii3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when that foreign friend called "luck" comes calling. he is fickle like the first
spring breeze. still cold and swift, but with that promise of warmth we all seek.
he does not visit her often; or so it sometimes seems to the girl with day-dream
eyes. but despite it all, she keeps clinging to that one hope: that one day luck
will be here to stay.
Death Diary (Entry 50)Death Diary (Entry 50)2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You’ll have to forgive the brevity of this entry, as I am still very busy. The cold and flu season may be over with, but that doesn’t mean I can slow down. I wanted to write this entry because I heard a very interesting quote not too long ago from a very popular movie you humans enjoy. It went “…A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You're a plague…” This was a quote from the Matrix that I heard…and to be quite honest with you I heard this and I busted out laughing. It takes quite a bit to make me laugh, and that…that was just hilarious. Humanity is a disease, is it? Right…let’s talk about what humanity is for a moment, shall we?
I’ve watched humanity from near the beginning of mankind all the way to now. There have been moments where my faith in humanity was shaken to a point that I too believed it might be best to destroy them. I have that capability…I could have done it
Inner CreationsTightly woven spiderwebs -Inner Creations4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Branch to branch.
Soul dissects old body.His soul takes the pearly scalpel to the grey cold he was, laid out on the marble table.Soul dissects old body.1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
First, the skin. Touched by 1503 different people, kissed by thirteen. It is bloodless, and opens like a
Second, the lungs. Has the tint of air from eighty different countries, and twelve types of tobacco.
Third, the heart. Broken by five, fixed by one. Would have lasted ten more years without the smoking.
Fourth, the intestines. The villi had touched 800’000 types of cuisine. 25’000 drinks. 125 types of wine.
Fifth, the stomach. Handled thirty different horror movies.
Sixth, the kidney. One missing, instead in his wife’s body. One left is shriveled like a weary conker in a fetal position.
The soul nods to the angel nearby, and the body turns to grass. A tree sprouts from the life inside the silent veins.
Genesis, Remastered“People are awfully two-dimensional these days,” said Eve, lounging on the couch. Her husband, perched next to her, grunted. He was absorbed in his iPad. “Adam?”Genesis, Remastered4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You’re so passive.”
Eve sighed, regarding her husband’s skeletal form. “I’ll take the rubbish out.” She rose, leaving a large indent. The kitchen was a foul assortment of littered table tops and half-eaten take-aways, neglected by Adam and devoured by Eve. Hoisting the rubbish bag – full to bursting – over her shoulder, Eve trundled into the front garden and dumped it on the side of the street to fester.
Hands on her hips, she was about to turn away when a black cat hurtled across her path and dug sharp claws into the rubbish bag. It pulled its paws apart and week-old food spilled across the pavement. Eve sprang back and, losing her balance, and fell to the ground. The moon smiled down at her and she blinked, not botherin
Talking It OutI don't know what to do. I'm losing my mind over all of this...Talking It Out1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Have you considered talking to someone?
I'm talking to you, aren't I?
I meant someone that isn't a figment of your imagination.
You're real to me. And why would I do that?
Because the purpose of therapy is to help people.
I don't need help, I just need to think everything through and figure it all out.
You can't maintain a relationship for more than a month at a time and you have a new significant other within a week of the last relationship's end. Every relationship ends up with you and I having this same conversation.
So I'm a bit fickle, that's no big deal. And hey, all I try to do is not break any hearts.
All you do is break hearts.
At least I try not to.
You need to talk to someone!
I don't want to!
Don't give me that silent pout thing.
Look, I think I know what the problem is anyways.
Oh? And what might that be?
I'm in love with
WatchingHe had seen many things.Watching6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had seen people work for days on end to create mighty monuments to the gods. Seen people taken from there homes in the night to be worked like slaves by there new masters.
He had seen men use their knowledge to create places of learning. Watching as these learned men discover knew things for the first time. Watched as they learned to sail, to mine, to grow.
And grow they did. Starting as a few mud huts he watched as they grew into bustling metropolis. Watched as they discovered the worth of gold, and as they trek across lands to gain new riches. He watched as they worshipped men and women, as they built temples and spread their religion around the world.
He was there as a few people left to find a new home. And as the new settlement grew he watched the people become rich, and watched as they built roads to help share the wealth.
He was there as they became more advanced, discovering how to write, how to harness natures power, how to create steam.
He was watc
To live among the starsA gunshot.To live among the stars10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
You feel your body hit the ground.
Your life flashes before your eyes, the happy times, the sad times, and all the moments in between.
You are dead before you know it.
Everything is black for a moment.
Is this heaven? you ask yourself.
When your vision finally adjusts, you look around to see the most beautiful sight.
Millions upon millions of stars and planets and galaxies.
You had always dreamed of seeing it.
Upon further inspection you find that there are people here.
Friends, family, and strangers alike who had all died once upon a time.
You begin to wonder...
What's happening on Earth?
Your thoughts turn to your friends and family
Still living in that world.
You feel a slight tinge of regret.
How do they feel?
They've probably discovered your body by now.
They're probably crying and blaming themselves for not being there when you needed them.
And looking around at this beautiful place only makes you r
Her Name Was Celeste.The house's roof was dotted rows upon rows of flowers of Celeste blue while the specks of Coquelicot red hues splattered ontop the blossoms. A little girl, as fair as the snowflakes twirling out from our crystal silver dome, with hair in lavender sparkles, and Earth's coral reefs on her silky dress, smiled ever so gently and fell onto the velvets, her cushion.. her entrance to the afterworld. The flowerings absorbed her corpse and she found herself as one of the delicates. Here she was in the same place she had fell to her death seconds ago, and now she is given another life as a plant. Celeste gazed downwards from the rooftop and spotted children her age playing merrily on swings and slides, as well as parents hugging and running with their offspring. A need, a seed, grew intensely from her underlying point and the hunger of joy sprang up. Years after years, she was left in wonder silently looking around at her surroundings, seeing the little ones she used to play with grow up, havingHer Name Was Celeste.11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Deluded Confession Many years ago, in the spring of 1847, I first gained the acquaintance of Mikhail Ivanovich Bazikov. He was the first man that I met upon arriving in Nizhny Novgorod - he lived in the same neighborhood, and he immediately struck me as the exuberant, exciting character who he remained throughout our time together. The two of us forged a close friendship in the weeks and months that followed. In him, I found sparkling wit and humor that I could only envy; in me, he apparently saw something that was absent from anyone in his previous association, something which I could not detect.A Deluded Confession5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the winter of that year, Mikhail Ivanovich became a deeply religious man. Two of his three children had fallen seriously ill and he turned to the church for sustenance and support. His donations to the monastery became lavish, his prayers incessant, his devotion unyielding. He often said that it was by the sheer grace of Christ and the blessings of Father Mikhail that he had
RUMINATION #3 THE DRUNK, PART 2 of 2“Oh crap!” Rex said breathlessly; some of frogs were coming around the left flank with cattle prods in their webbed hands. Rex winced as he was met with unavoidable tip of the spear driven deep into his shoulder blade. “YELP!” a slow and gradually more painful burning sensation occupied every nerve in his left shoulder. His entire body convulsing as a vicious backlash enveloped him and just as quickly flung his body into a weakly supported shelf. Faint green blurs began to surround him as his eyes began to roll into the back of his head “We have him now…” one of the blurs said, cracking his knuckles. A blob stepped from behind them and held a silvery object to the other blob behind the counter. Don’t just lye their you mutt a voice rang in his head. Two of the green blurs had took him by the arms and lifted him up, a another moved startlingly fast and became clear as it inched towards his face-SOCK-He felt chiseled cold steel smack acrosRUMINATION #3 THE DRUNK, PART 2 of 21 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Music of the Spheres (Preface and Chapter One)PrefaceMusic of the Spheres (Preface and Chapter One)3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For a sixteen-year-old, I am shockingly prone to existential musings. I ponder my place in the world, my legacy, my purpose, my unusual attraction to long words, but all that I’ve really taken from it is that my greatest gift is story-telling, and it’s a gift that will only grow with time, assuming I don’t lose it or give up.
Or, y’know, die. That could happen too.
One of the greatest abilities, in my opinion, is the imagination of storytellers, and their ability to think up their tales as they go along. It’s something I’ve never really tried before, but it’s something that I’m going to try now, just star a few characters on their way with no idea where they’re going to end up or what they’re going to do, just focus on the journey. It’s Arthur Dent seeking out the Ultimate Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything, it’s the Dawn Treader setting sail to discover new lands, it
Terry's Unpublished OpinionAn article by a guest writer laid among the files of unpublished submissions to the "Campus Roar" Opinion page. Submitted three days after the Campus Roar publication of the "Cute-Ma-Kappa" front page article, the article attracted much of the staff members' eyes, inspiring them to jeering snickers, uneasy chuckles, silent guilt, or just mere apathy.Terry's Unpublished Opinion5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A majority of the staff deemed it unsuitable for publication for reasons best left to private conjecture.
Opinion Page Entry: "On Competition"
I caution readers of the pessimism ahead. I would ask you to forgive it, but I cannot, especially, when M.U. has constantly justified this pessimism.
The monster culture is defined by Scaring. What drives it? Competition. As a competitor of this year's Scare Games myself, I have experienced its pros and cons of competition.
Competitive drives can be fun and handy. It teaches discipline and competency in situations of great pressure. Co
BhavanshBhavansh is a surreal adventure that takes you into the dark and twisted world of the subconsciousBhavansh5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This story elucidates Mahatma Gandhi's famous saying--
The only devils in this world are those running around in our own hearts, and that is where all our battles should be fought.
Land of Prithvi. 1997
Cool zephyr blew brushing past the cascading brown hair of the meditating sadhu. He was in deep focus.. His aim--to attain a state of thoughtlessness. As he harnessed his mind, the breeze whispered tranquility into his ears. He was in a trance and the surroundingsu gave nuances to his state of mind. The surreal sight looked like a Van Gogh artwork.
He had had a tragic life and had taken to trance. He had indulged in cocaine and alcohol. He was struggling to put reins on his galloping mind.
Then his image flickered in the mist. He clenched his teeth, fighting waves of nausea. His eyes twitched. He was struggling...mentally. Negativity, man's greatest enemy, also known as Raak filled h
Chasing the SunHe couldn’t remember when he started his journey, nor the people he had left behind. It had been a long many years, and even now as his hair started to turn grey he walked alone, without the comfort of constant friends or companions. But he regretted nothingChasing the Sun4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He would wander until he found what he was looking for. It was there always, a light at the horizon, always teasing him, but never in his grasp. It was as if he chased the sun.
He had found a boy dying of thirst amongst blazing desert sands. Without a second thought, he had shared his water flask. That boy now lived in a village by an oasis, forever thankful but an orphan nonetheless. He did not worry for the boy, though, for the mere act of survival showed determination and drive.
He had saved a man in the north, moments from being set upon by wolves. The hunter had been badly injured by a bear several days before, and had wandered in a stupor until he could wander no more. After three days spent recuperating around a campfi
VoidIf I were God I would create a world where nothing existed, except the nihil.Void6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Heavy purple clouds. Deliriums of grandeur under a dark sky.
The taste of the heights.
DandelionsBirthDandelions3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tabby grew in a place that nobody ever seemed to noticed. She made her home under the shimmering summer sky, protected by arching branches above her and cold dirt underneath her feet. The warped aspens waved merrily down as she gazed and gazed up into those woeful heavens. She made pictures with the clouds, wars with the gnats, and friends with herself.
Nobody ever noticed that place Tabby called home, nestled snugly in a little corner folded off into the world. Only Tabby saw the sun sing itself to sleep and the moon drift home after fishing in a starry sea. She was never lonesome, with the rustling of the wind she gained the only company she'd ever need.
She grew into a fine little miss that Tabby, all by herself with not another soul in sight. One day, when her nose was tickled by the bees and the lady bugs played in her hair, she got scared. It couldn't have been the bugs, or the breeze, or the sweet taste of rain that fr
The Overwhelming Feeling that Changed My LifeIMPORTANT AN: Alright before you start reading I want to tell you that there is a specific question I want to ask you about the story!! But only after you have read the story can I tell you what the question is or else your answer will be influenced! Please proceed to read because I am very curious to know your answer!!!The Overwhelming Feeling that Changed My Life4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Have you ever witnessed someone stand without flinching in the face of death? If you did, would you watch from afar like a spectator and think about how weak you are compared to them? I did. Except for some inexplicable reason, at the last second, I acted on a feeling I can’t describe. And I sacrificed myself to save that one strong soul which deserved to live. Maybe I did it because the scene unfolding before me made me realise my monotonous life had no meaning. I live such a boring routine; go to work, come home, eat, sleep, repeat. Or maybe it was my simple desire to save the small innocent kitten who was staring strongly at the oncoming car. Either way, t
I Present A StoryI present to you a story.I Present A Story4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is a girl – young, maybe fifteen. She wakes up on a perfectly ordinary morning feeling quietly contented. At peace. There are many things ahead in the future, but those are all problems to be confronted some other time. One day, she will get to them.
There is school – not pleasant, but bearable. She gets off the bus and heads for form class, exchanging pleasant banter with her classmates. She laughs a little bit and sits with her friends.
I present to you a boy.
He is smart – good grades, but not unusually so. She watches him often, enjoying his mannerisms and the casual way he confronts life. Sometimes, when she pays attention, there seems to something weighing on him. She intends to find out what. One day, maybe, she will kiss him.
The girl maneuvers her way through the hallways of the school. She is a decent student, and a pleasant person to be around. “A joy to teach,” some of her Primary School teachers said.
Fluent in SilenceMy blood is boiling. I am up in arms. I am foaming at the mouth. I am going ballistic. I guess that’s how I feel. I never understood either of those sayings, but I do feel angry as fuck.Fluent in Silence6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
We sat in deafening silence. I felt like I had to keep my mouth shut. If I opened it up, I’d say something mean, something insulting that would spark a conflict I would inevitably lose in the end. I don’t know why he kept so silent. Perhaps out of solidarity, perhaps that was his way of daring me.
When my mind finally snapped out of the state of nothingness I had drifted to, I felt his eyes on me and heard a distant mumbling.
‘Do you think we’re normal?’ he repeated.
‘Do you think we could be?’
Silence prevailed. My mind kept drifting into meaningless little details that not only had nothing to do with this particular moment, but were futile in general. I kept thinking about dancing gummy bears