AfterAs everyone knows, all good things must come to an end. It is the way of the unending circle of life. This life cycle was no different on this day than any other. On this crisp September morning, morning, a maple tree stood tall, silent, and sturdy, providing shade to anyone who happened to sit underneath. It was quiet in the park, the children had played their daily during the summer were away at school, learning multiplication, spelling, and other such things that one learns in the new school year.After23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, the park was utterly quiet, aside from the conversing birds, the robin couple arguing with the wrens about who made which nest.
The only other considerable sound was the terrible screaming. Screaming of who, you ask? Not who, but what.
The maple tree-which we previously mentioned- being a deciduous tree, had suddenly lost its grip on one of its hundreds of energy factories—or leaves, if you prefer. This certain leave had known for weeks that its unavoidable death was comin
You Were My SunshineThere, in a too clean room and in a too white bed, lied a young girl. She had very pretty brown hair and very tired brown eyes that she tried to keep open despite everything. In one hand in was a much smaller hand, in the other hand was a piece of folded paper.You Were My Sunshine2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Gasping, she tightened her hand, not for a second loosening her grip on the slim fingers in her palm. Sliding her right hand to her left, the young girl deposited the yellowing page in, letting the second hand clench around it. Exchanging the paper from the first hand to the second, the owner of the hand- the young girl's friend- unfolded it gently. Written on the faded slip was a collection of words:
"Hello, my darling, my sweet.
May I please twist you a tale?
Do not worry, it shall be neat;
I can promise you that, at least.
Before I get started,
Let me ask you one thing.
Oh, my darling, my dear, my sweet;
Have you seen the invisible rain?
I know you have painted with
The colors of the wind.
That you have weaved your quilts
Full CircleThe End. The two most powerful words in a writer's arsenal...Full Circle2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But what do they really mean?
It concludes things, it wraps them up, it sums up the entirety of your words. When it all comes tumbling down in an exuberant crescendo of tumultuous recompense...
But it also indicates when the story is over. When the expected actually happens, and things continue on in their natural order... Whatever that order may be is up to the reader. Left to dream, in a nexus, full of dying carbon stars...
That doesn't mean nothing ever happens after that point, it simply means there are no more interesting things to tell those who are viewing the unchained shaded events. Everything after that will be normal, and boring and expected and blah and perchance even blaze'. Business as usual. Nothing more and no less.
What can you do to spice it up? Nothing... Short of writing an entire sequel, that is.
Maybe it was time things came full circle.
And one more thing... I have found the
Tines for the studentsYou were in class when the teacher hands every one a human she said you can do what ever u want with the human but no killing them so what we'll you do with your human girl/boyTines for the students3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mystery islandYou were on a airplane with one of your friends when they pan had to land on some island and once it landed every one got out. That's when every one realizes that's everything is huge. What we'll you doMystery island4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
1) find a place to hide
2) find a giant
3) switch your the giant
If your the giant
You were walking one day when you see a tiny airplane landing what we'll u do
1) go see it
2) find a mate
3) make them your slaves
18+ is allowed but no killing my oc
Shrunken at a gymYou got shrunk at a women's/ men's gym what we'll u doShrunken at a gym2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anything can happen 18+ is allowed if wanted
Lost Have you ever been lost? And I don’t mean you're in the supermarket and you can’t find your mum. I mean really, really proper lost. You’re walking down the hallway of your school, heading on your normal route to your next normal class running your hand normally along the lockers as you normally do when you suddenly realize, you’re lost. You realize that these people all around you, while you recognize their faces, and could probably even list off some of their names, are total strangers. You notice that these halls that you’ve walked a thousand times and will very well probably walk a thousand more are completely foreign to you. You can feel the cold metal of the lockers and while you know that you’ve felt it before, it seems brand new. You know that it is your hand touching the lockers and while you know that it is there, you also know that you did not put it there. Have you ever been lost? So lost that you can stare into the facLost4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He Said - A Six Word StoryGod said;He Said - A Six Word Story21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What have I done?"
Winter WonderlandI disapprovingly look out over the desolate white expanse. The brutally cold winter had reduced it to almost nothing. The flowers, grass, and plants that used to flourish in the spring and summer had been reduced to dry, brown masses in the fall that are now fully concealed by a large blanket of snow.Winter Wonderland3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I inhale the crisp breeze that plays with the short, chestnut locks of my hair. It seems to wake up my senses as I trudge through the powder. I take a second glance. This time, instead of whitewashed nothingness, I see magnificence. The sparkling, crystal beauty of the scene is awe-inspiring. The way the colorless light reflects off of the shining icicles is almost like prisms, casting long rainbows along the drifts. The tall pine trees in the glade are covered in minute icy formations that extend into breath-taking masterpieces of frost.
I continue to walk through, feeling somewhat guilty of spoiling the picture perfect site. I smile to myself as I think that just moments ago, if I had n
The VoidI sit here with a ledge before me.The Void5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As I stare into it, my stomach lurches, but I cannot tear my eyes from it.
I feel the winds coming up from it and wonder if they are not nicer or cleaner than the air I have been breathing, forced to breath here in this desert for so long. The void loves to call, to taunt, to tease, even, to lull.
I do not like depths.
Unknown depths which must scare me for some reason, yet I am at my reason's end. The air up here is rare and thin, pulling at my lungs and harrowing my nerves for the taste of at least one more drop of what my bare existence drives me to need.
But no hope comes.
No hope nor help will ever come.
There are many, and yet there re none.
No one hears the cries.
No one can over the noise of their own.
And yet the continuation is this.
And the air becomes more and more rare.
Clawing at my sides, choking me from inside.
I feel sleepy, powerless and would like to just end it.&
Taxi Grave yard the Horizons vistorTaxi Grave yard the Horizons vistor21 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the weak hours of dawn I faintly hear the annoying rasping of excitingly droning knocks on my taxis glass window. Being woken up on a constant basis by this shit really gives me abnormal hours of sleep equaling… these kids give me a headache. I get up out from the pile of books, and the crunched state I was sleeping in. In the back of my taxi I put my hand to my head to regain my senses looking over I crank down the window. Peering out I see a gaggle of teenage dracobuse’s I’m twenty-one man but these guys make it seem like I’m a grandpa! I ask em
“What” and one of them a young girl with long light pink hair, purple pleated mini skirt, and developing wings comes running close to the window
“Hey Logen! There’s a gang of incubuses across the fence!” She says gasping for air “Their playing bomb ball and kicking it into the fence and climbing on it they told us to buzz off ” I look up surprised
Same, yet different (Dating Equality Poem)Same, Yet different in reception.Same, yet different (Dating Equality Poem)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now this is coming from a guy from the church.
Something of merit, something i should say is worth.
So I have a question for those of the same sex?
Do you guys like being hurt, being repressed?
No, well i feel yeah it can be a pain.
But not so much for those who think it's great for a dame to be a on a dame.
And yes you heard that right so please try to understand.
That i feel it's wrong to belittle a man who wishes to be with a man.
Now i say that on account that i am a guy
So please hear my opinion and don't let your minds go array.
Now i can understand that girls can be cute and pretty and such
But that is no excuse for the mind to go a muck
When two guys are doing what they like to do
The world wants to go into one big hullabaloo.
It's wrong, unfair, being okay with guys should ride
if you don't like it so much, why do lesbians get to slide?
Oh right, because it pleases man, where have i heard that before?
In some patriarchal empire from about 1564
Smoked"You need to stop smoking."Smoked2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Something like that didn't come any time other than four-o-clock in the goddamm morning.
Telling him to stop smoking, that is.
And, well, the smoking, too.
Breathe in, breathe out.
"I can get you some help."
"I don't need any help. I'm helping myself. Smoking healed me."
The wind of the city blew right through him, taking the smog with it and leaving a sticky city residue clinging to their skin. One of these days it'd just take his sick little body with it, and the cigarette would still be squeezed between two nervous, paralyzed fingers when his body cracked on the sidewalk.
Breathe in. Relax. Hold it in until your lungs are burning.
"It's gonna kill you."
Thump. Breathe out.
"It's gonna kill you,"
"I can't die, it's okay."
His eyelids felt heavy. But at four-o-clock in the goddamn morning after a peculiar night of four-o-clock in the goddamn mornings, that was to be expected. His lungs hurt. His head hurt. God, it all hurt. The wind was stinging h
The Writer's HillAs the autumn breeze rolled through the quiet little village once again the world was preparing itself for the coming winter. Despite this, everyone was enjoying the last of fading waves of the rare warmth as life went on as it normally did.The Writer's Hill2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Atop of the hill, laying on the village outskirts, a young man found himself alone starring towards the distant horizon filled with the warm colors and the falling leaves seemingly longing for something which was out of his reach.
And as a writer this longing for things beyond reach had become his inspiration.
The hill he would sit upon was his castle from which he could objectively look down at the essences of life below.
Wasting away minutes of his existence just looking around from high up in the clouds, taking in the sights and losing himself in an endless sequence of thoughts.
Thoughts which welled up inside of him, strong enough to influence his emotions.
These emotions gave birth to various feeling most notably exposing the loneliness and sa
Yoshino Date: My Son, or the Clean Breeze? C1SOCIAL LINK GO!Yoshino Date: My Son, or the Clean Breeze? C15 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yoshino Date: My Son, or the Clean Breeze?
Chapter 1: The Dark Chill of Self and Gut
>Morning's close to ending....
>You wait with anxiety....and memories of something.
Yoshino: ......? Hmmm? Um...that's not my name....sir...?
Zhuuyoh: ...... *walks away*
Shidou T.: ....hey...you okay...? Helloooooooooo?
Zhuuyoh: Heh? *Crashes into sign* GUUUH!!! XAX
Shidou and Yoshino: >.O;
Zhuuyoh: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh~ *Falls over* X[ ]X
Shidou and Yoshino: O_O . . . . . . . . . . .
Touka Y.: Oh god.....that seems pretty painful! >.You had to remember that humiliating moment.....
Yoshino: Oh....sorry...maybe it was my fault that you...dazed off... @.@;
Shidou T.: Well, I sadly had to admit it was his fault in the first place....
Touka Y.: Damn, look at that red line veritcally dead center on him! >wYou had a red line of pain slapped vertically on your face.....it h
Remember the cherry blossom As cherry blossoms bloom, so does the soul; lighting up and bringing life to everyone. Until it slowly fades, like everything eventually does.Remember the cherry blossom5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
An artist's job is to capture that beauty before it slips away and is forgotten; for the most important thing isn't living in this world, it's being remembered when you no longer live here. By being forgotten your dieing a second death, a more cruel death.
You must be remembered, but you can't do that by just living in this world. You have to come to the surface of reality even with the waves crashing down because if you give up, you will always wonder what was supposed to be. What could've happened if you had.
Someday the artist will fall and scatter like the blossoms she draws, and by sitting alone, sketching, she awaits the same fate as the unnamed flowers that were trampled. Many don't want this fate and turn to suicide; for suicide is a desperate and selfish way
UntitledI asked her to push me off and she looked at me with pity. I stared back with pity.Untitled6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
She asked me if I wanted to see the world and I said, “no, never, don’t even try to show me.”
And she asked me why and I said, “whatever the world is, I don’t want any of it.’
‘I don’t want to just do what God has set for me, I don’t want to live like that.’
She told me that everything we did was what God set for us and that was the only option to live.
‘Then I don’t want to live.’
She asked me why I hadn’t killed myself.
‘Because my brother did that, and I mean I don’t want to follow him around like some pest. He killed himself and he threw away his train ticket so it’s the least I could do to give it value by keeping in in my pocket. Nah. I have to use my ticket yeah.’
She told me I made no sense.
‘I never pretended to, but God meant for me to be like this… rig
Invisible MaidenOnce upon a time, a beautiful maiden went into a magic shop to see what happened in there. The maiden wanted to prove to her friends that she was bold enough to visit the magic shop, so she took out her smartphone and took a selfie. A witch saw that she too was in the picture and she flew into a rage! "How dare you take a picture of me?" The maiden was scared of the witch and deleted the photo right away. "Too late, fair maiden! I curse you!" The maiden ran home and jumped into bed, afraid of what the curse might be.Invisible Maiden1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
The maiden woke up the next morning and screamed! She was invisible! She couldn't see her hands, her feet, or even her clothes. "This is the witch's curse!" thought the maiden. Her father and mother ran into the maiden's bedroom to find out what was wrong. "I'm invisible!" cried the maiden.
Her mother looked at her father, and then looked at the maiden. "You can see me?" asked the maiden.
There was a garden.When I was young, I knew that there was an unkindness in this world. There are men who will stand and shout pleasant ideologies. There are women who will lie through the skin of their teeth to save monsters. I learned by trial, and it was taught. All kings tend to be the worst of men. And we judged the witches wrong.There was a garden.3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was told of a garden, and that it was the start of things. They spoke of a tree, and the serpent here be.
When I grew up, I learned by error. They taught that lying was wrong, and
Who am I to coax the snake from the tree?
I must be careful, they said. There are people painted in greed. Whatever I could give would never be enough. You can't satisfy the boogeyman after all.
A elder handed me my escape, and since I've struggled to be free.
They tried to gown me in their tales, tried to paint me into porcelain. Like a marionette with broken strings, they could try to move me.
No, they cautioned, don't reach so far. The stars will blow away like so much dust. Careful, be wary
The RavenThere’s a raven that flies past every day. It lives in the tree across the road. He knows because sometimes, late at night, when he’s lying still and awake in bed, it flies to his windowsill and raps its beak against the glass, gently. It doesn’t have a nest. It just lives in the tree across the road.The Raven1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There’s a gun in his drawer. He cleans it every day. He tells himself it’s just old habits, years of military service forged into his subconscious. He doesn’t tell himself that he should no longer have it. He doesn’t tell himself that the nightmares will stop eventually, either.
His therapist says they will. She asks him questions he doesn’t want to answer, but has to. He lies to her, because there’s nothing else to do. She tells him he needs to leave the house more. She says he needs to at least try to adjust to civilian life. He tells her he is trying.
He doesn’t have a job. Not anymore. His only income is his woeful army pensi
An Urgent Need for Ruin: Chapter Four Monday was uneventful. I couldn't even relax outside for fear of having to face Stranger Danger tomorrow. Why in the world would he offer to take me to school? That was the question I tried to avoid answering all day. I didn't want to know. I didn't want to know the inner working of his mind. I didn't want to know him. I wanted to move far away where his predator eyes couldn't track me. I wanted to sneak off to school for the rest of this year. I wanted to never go outside again.An Urgent Need for Ruin: Chapter Four2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was inevitable, though. Whatever I figured, there was still no feasible way to avoid him completely. And Mom expected us to be friends. Again, I might add. Old friends or not, there was no way I was even attempting to communicate with him. Mom better be right about him never talking like me. He wasn't even getting a look from me.
Bear with me. You'll only have to endure a bit more of this. I had such a disgusting attitude back the
Our Gold Estate The establishment was erected sometime in the early 1950's; nobody was sure who fostered its creation nor the reason it rose to success in the first place. The Golden Estate was the epitome of luxury without compensation, order without bureaucracy, and beauty unmatched by that of any organization to predate the estate. Had it been used as a household, as it was intended to, one of the greatest gifts to modern contemporary art and style would've been withheld from admiration of its current patrons. It had brought everything that made the 1920's an age of wonder and excitement, even for the common man. The curator, whoever he may be, spared no expense making the Golden Estate true to its name from the arches to the pillars. It was a true marvel of the architectural arts built only from the finest of marble.Our Gold Estate5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Patrons came far and wide to witness not just the estate itself, but the people it brought together. Every week was filled with new possibilities of meetin
Haunted This . . . wasn't what I wanted. Before you ready this, you have to know. . . I didn’t want it to be like, this.Haunted1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is not what I wanted!
I cry as I bang my fists against cold wood, hot tears running down my face, but... unfortunately enough my hand goes straight through... you probably won’t believe me, when I say straight through as if I weren't really there...and maybe I’m not.. I think as I lower my weary hands, slumping wearily as I walk out only to be blinded by the sun. It had dark, so dark you could hardly stand it, unable to see a thing as the darkness hurts your eyes... I look around now and see yards of de