Bedzie fajnie!-Max, ja chyba nie mogę.Bedzie fajnie!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Nie gadaj, chodź.
-No dalej, siadaj! - Max energicznie poklepał miejsce obok siebie. Lee spojrzał na nie z wyraźnym przerażeniem. - Przecież cię nie zjem, będzie fajnie.
-Boję się właśnie, że nie będzie - chłopak niechętnie opadł na materac swojego łóżka. Zaciskając wargi skrzyżował nogi w tureckim siadzie, by po chwili odwrócić się twarzą do przyjaciela. - Mogłem ci nie mówić, że jeszcze nigdy... ten tego.
-Ale byłeś naiwnym debilem, powiedziałeś mi i teraz nie dam ci spokoju! - Max był podekscytowany, a jednocześnie nieco rozbawiony. Klasnął raz w ręce, po czym ułożył je na swoich kolanach. - Obiecuję ci, że będziesz to miło wspominał.
Szatyn uśmiechnął się zadziornie przy tych sło
P.s.: eu amo-te4 da manhã e o telefone toca, tava a espera de tudo, menos do teu nome ali a piscar rapidamente como que uma mensagem urgente. Atendi. "Tás em casa?" perguntas-te mal ouvis-te o sim do outro lado do telefone. "Sim, porque?" respondi, estavas mesmo a deixar.me curiosa com o teu tom de voz, e dizes-me "vem a janela num instante". Parei no tempo, que será que estava na janela, tu 'a mnha espera? Calcei umas sapatilhas e abri os tapassóis. Nem se jogasse no euromilhões acertava tão depressa.. ali em pé e com o pé a bater em sinal de pressa tavas tu enconstado ao carro. "Não achas que tás um pedaço fora d horas?" disse com um sorriso torcista enquanto avançava para ti. "Qualquer hora é boa pra estarmos com quem queremos, não é?" esclareces-te com um sorriso carinhoso enquanto me cumprimentavas.P.s.: eu amo-te8 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Mas afinal.. o que te traz aqui? A' mnha janela?", sim, porque afinal de contas, ainda tava meia baralhada com a situação. "Apetecia-me estar contigo.. Entra no carro, vamos dar uma volta".
O czym pisze znudzona siedemnastolatka.Siedzę na niewygodnej przystankowej ławce. Wiercę się z nudów, zerkam po raz setny na zegarek w komórce, wciskam ręce do kieszeni kurtki, wzdycham ciężko. Chowam twarz w wysokim kołnierzu. Mruczę pod nosem coś o punktualności - a raczej jej braku - tutejszych miejskich środków komunikacji. Marzę o tym, by znaleźć się w domu. Czuję się ociężała, mam wrażenie, że zmarnowany czas lepi się do mojej skóry niczym brud. Ramiona bolą mnie od dźwigania ciężkiego plecaka. Moje włosy przypominają gniazdo wyjątkowo nadpobudliwego ptaka. O Boże, oby nikt nie zwracał na mnie uwagi. Chcę być niewidzialna. Jestem wrakiem istoty ludzkiej.O czym pisze znudzona siedemnastolatka.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wtedy pojawia się on. Musiał dopiero tutaj przyjść. Nie mogłabym nie zwrócić na niego uwagi.
Jest wysoki, szczupły, jego sylw
Damn that sunDamn that sun9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You may think the sun is all good, but I beg the differ.
I say damn that sun!
It was a plain, regular morning for me.
Woke up, drank some coffee, a latte.
Read in the newspaper of the disaster in some third world country, the murder in a local club, some terrorist bombing and a few killed nothing much. I was beginning to feel pressed with time, and so I ran out to the car, when the strong sun outside caught me by surprise. I was blinded for a second, when I bumped into the elderly man walking the street.
I couldn't apologize more, when he fell down, probably breaking some ribs on the sidewalk, just outside my home.
Damn that sun.
I would have stayed, to see he is Ok, or even called an ambulance from my cell phone, but I was late for work. It's a silly excuse, but it was the sun fault.
So I was driving with the damn sun in my eyes, cursing that ball of fire to the best of my knowledge, when I came to the junction of streets I had to cross, to get into my office parking. It was the
GenerosityIf your palm is open and you are giving,Generosity6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
you will also receive god's blessings.
Niebieski.Zawsze mnie drażnił. Drażnił mnie dosłownie wszystkim. Postępowaniem, wyglądem, sposobem mówienia, ubierania nielogicznych myśli w słowa.Niebieski.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I tak jest do dzisiaj.
Drażni mnie notoryczną niezdarnością, tym, że nie potrafi przejść szkolnym korytarzem bez potknięcia się o własne stopy. Gips na jego ręce lub nodze nie jest niczym niezwykłym, nie budzi żadnej ekscytacji, a słynne "Nic mi nie jest!" wykrzyczane po każdym upadku wywołuje pełne politowania westchnięcia, gdy tylko znajdujemy się wśród znajomych. Drażni mnie swoimi beznadziejnymi dowcipami, nadmierną beztroską i infantylnym zachowaniem. Drażni mnie ignorancją - nie potrafi zapamiętać czegoś tak banalnego, jak to, że mój ojciec jest Koreańczykiem, a nie Japończykiem. Nie dopuszcza do swojego mózgu takich syg
IkeNie ma niczego bardziej przerażającego od świadomości, że on kręci się jak popapraniec po domu i grzebie w tej swojej MP4, poprawia notorycznie ogromne słuchawki na uszach i gapi się w ściany, kiwając głową do rytmu. Wychodzi na kilka godzin i wraca niczym duch, bez żadnego powitania ani ciepłego słowa. Nie chce jeść obiadu ani kolacji z rodziną, zaszywa się w swoim pokoju. Z tymi cholernymi słuchawkami, tą cholerną MP4 i cholerną paranoją.Ike4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nic nie budzi większej agresji od jego bluz przypominających namioty, luźnych spodni, ogromnych czapek z wulgarnymi nadrukami, kolczyka w uchu i znoszonych butów. Nosi te swoje "nerki", a w nich przemyca rodzinne pamiątki. Farbuje ręcznie bandany, gdy jest sam w domu, brudząc wannę i kafelki w łazience. Na rzemyki nawleka dziwne zawieszki i nosi je na ręce z satysfakcją wy
Demon and the girl... ...The demon was sitting against a wall, sat comfortably in the night on the ledge of one of the walls surrounding his castle. He admired the night sky and the full moon, and the shadows whom moved silently- invisible in the dark.Demon and the girl... ...7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And then his peace was shattered instantly by a piercing scream.
He looked down away from the sky casually to see a shadow running over the landscape below, reeking of fear and exhaustion- the stench of a mortal filled his nostrils. His sharp red eyes looked ahead to her pursuers- and a smile formed in the corner of his mouth.
Kanine beasts covered black with three glowing red eyes and long snapping whiskers. Claws with which to tear apart flesh and bone.
The footsteps of her fleeing stopped and were replaced by close panicked breathing.
She could run no further, blocked and trapped by a wall that seemed to span for miles in both directions. She could only run to the left or right for a minute or two at the most before being caught- and eaten
UntitledZerknięcie w twarz rzeczywistości wystarcza, by wybuchnąć śmiechem.Untitled1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kolejny kudłaty ogon, zakurzony i przyprószony kłamstwami, muska przymilnie łydkę. Wilgotny od zdrady język dotyka czubka glana.
Marzenia wpadają do studzienki kanalizacyjnej. Toną w cudzych odchodach. Smród bije spod paznokci oskarżycielsko uniesionych palców.
Podeszwy zatapiają się w zgniłej ziemi ojczyzny istot mentalnie wybrakowanych.
Widzę to wszystko w niemalże spowolnionym tempie. Wzrok wychwytuje jedynie szare odcienie. Kusi mnie, by zawyć. Zdobyć zaufanie zwierząt, które wszyscy zwykli nazywać ludźmi. Wiem, że poszliby za mną. Wlepili tęskniące za rozumem spojrzenia przed siebie i podążali za zapachem materii. Ruszylibyśmy ulicą w ponurym orszaku niczym duchy, ucieleśnienia bezwartościowych dusz. Ostatecznie jednak wtapi
Infinity.Upijasz mnie samą swoją obecnością. Każdym przelotnym gestem zacierasz granicę między teraźniejszością a nieskończonością. Bezdenność twoich oczu jest niemalże paranoiczna, niepojęta. Jasność ust paraliżująca. Śniadość skóry fascynująca, hipnotyzująca. Próbuję zliczyć jasne plamki na twoich ciemnych tęczówkach.Infinity.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mówiłeś, jak masz na imię, ale wyleciało mi ono z głowy. Czy z tobą dzieje się to samo? Jeśli tak, to opowiem ci coś o sobie. O moim życiu. Pustej egzystencji, ponurej, szarej. Pośmiejmy się z niej razem, nadajmy jej tym kolorów. I tak jutro o tym zapomnimy. Może nawet wcześniej.
Jest w tobie coś magicznego, wiesz? Budzisz we mnie dziwne odruchy. Prymitywne. Chcę złapać cię za ciemne loki, poczuć tw
Through my eyes--12.14.09- 0.23Through my eyes--5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
And sometimes, I almost let slip that I love you; I won't, I wont, be the first to say it. We're watching a sunrise, through a window with the blinds closed. Oranges and pinks sneak through; but we refuse to see what's laid out in front of us.
A storm batters my door as I awoke, a troubling storm that just shalln't break, screams and cries greet my ears and shouts that I'm at fault. For the outcome is always the same-- Wake up dry and warm, run out wet and screaming. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
And now I know how the snowman feels, right before he melts.
Waterfalls drip down my face, emotions lock away. Save them for another day. Hope that they will go away.
I feel trapped, bound to my own walls of my room, the purple-pink paint that I had lain down myself feel too constricting. Too tight. I want to breathe, I want to yell, but it wraps around me like a blanket and holds me tight. I find comfort in the
Never Seen a Real Night SkyDo you ever think that maybe, just maybe, you and I aren't quite where we're supposed to be? Maybe there's more to us than drunken nights and Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. Maybe there's more to life than silly stringing and too-late nights and falling head-first into the darkness of your more-than-mischief. I let you drag me along, just to feel the rough skin of your palm against mine.Never Seen a Real Night Sky5 years ago in Teen More Like This
You've always been too lazy. Looking for the easy way out, the easy way in, is not really all that becoming of you. But the cologne you wear is intoxicating, and your hands in my hair always send shivers of fear up my spine. Love? Fear? It's all the same, really. It's nothing more than adrenaline. You always leave me breathless and so much prettier in black and blue.
I wonder what you'd say if you found all these pretty words I keep tucked away, sealed in my heart and stuffed in the worn pockets of your old jacket. You never wear it, anyway, unless you really have nothing else around. Then you'll shrug
dreamworlds die in sun... EOWwhen the world ends, white dust will fall, like the curtain at the end of a play. it will coat the burned bodies of the people who jumped from big skyscraper buildings. falling like leaves. men with shrapnel in their eyes will be tripping over the barbed wire of the warzone waged in the streets as they choke on destruction. screaming women clutching babies will be pulling out their hair, picking through the debris for anything.photographs.letters.anything to remind them of the worldoncewas.dreamworlds die in sun... EOW5 years ago in Horror More Like This
the last words of the human race will be spoken into a cell phone.
perhaps it will come like a thief, stealing away the night. step by step. invisible. Cities will die from the inside out, eaten from the center by termites and spreading its disease like ringworm. factories will slowly fade away as corporations crumble, disintegrate and disappear. global warming will rise the ocean tides with acid rain water. the stock market will crash causing a pandemic of pandemonium
PersonificationIt is dark... It is always dark... I haven't seen the light of day in what feels like an eternity. I can't even remember when exactly she stopped playing with me.. It was a very long time ago is all that I can tell you. In this eternal darkness all that I have are memories of childhood joy when she used to dress me in little pretty dresses adorned with lace, or whenever she used to brush my long silky hair.. But those days are now past.. Only memories remain... The memories make the air cold and leave a weight on the soul. They haunt this never ending darkness only to torture me with the dismal reminders of happier days.Personification6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
...Did you hear that? I heard a noise..
I saw light flood through the cracks of my tomb and then.... The lid opened and there was a face.... The face of the little girl who abandoned me to grow up...
She reached in and and picked me up carefully like I was a priceless treasure and put me in the hands of a eager little girl. "She used to be mine when I was young." I hea
The Lightning StrikeCaught up in a whirlwind, I am far too dizzy to do anything but continue to spin. Around, and around, and around again. Stumbling, like rain, I hurl past the stars and cascade into your arms.The Lightning Strike5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And here in the eye of the storm, I have found my salvation.
In this refuge, I take respite, breaking away from the cold, the heartless, the rain, the tears. At the world's center, there lies only you and I. Together, entwined, we are yin and yang, black and white, positive and negative. The static electricity between us strikes me as lightning, jumping between us in a single blow. It strikes twice, three times, endlessly, until I can feel it running through my veins. Skin brushes against my own, and the lightning surges once again.
We glisten, sparkling with the light of a thousand diamond tears. They fall from the sky, splattering against our skin, our hair, our hearts. Encrusted in gems, surrounded in a crystal shield, you smile, and it is magnified a thousand times. The cold is nothing, for we
Moonlit DuoMoonlit Duo5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I remember when we lived, when we truly lived. We would shine in the night, like fireflies mistaken for stars, and each grain of sand would be peeking at us and each seashell listening. Each wave of dark oblivion would be slowing their momentum down, in fear of interrupting our gathering of spirits.
The Fire-man never was like you would expect someone like him to be...
The shabbiness of his appearence and absurd rhythm of life he had only seemed to overcompensate for the deep, unconscious understanding he had of human life. And thus he truly shined, of a light unknown to the masses.
I, on my side, wasnˊt what youˊd call an alive creature; not then. The complex mechanism that had kept me going for so long had shattered inside, and I would struggle not to feel anything at all.
It was only when Gaia and Atlas slept, that I could breathe and let out a long sigh, which would prickle in my throat and reverberate in the seabreeze. I would finally be me.
And I wo
He Will Always Find MeMy heart thrust itself against the frail rib cage surrounding it, forcefully hoping to break free from its confines. Air entered and exited with great speed but I kept careful attention to make no sound. My chest rose and fell as I took in the musty air, my nose cringing through the nearly unbearable torture. I hadn't been here before and I nearly regretted coming here at all--the walls were cold and bare, the floors covered in a thick layer of dust, and the only door on the opposite side of the room taunted me with the knowledge that it held back all warmth. But I remained completely still in fear of being found; I couldn't be found. Not this time.He Will Always Find Me5 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Noises below me roamed aimlessly, no doubt searching for me, and the hush of whispers and shuffling grew louder by the minute. He was coming, he was running out of places to look--it was inevitable, he would find me soon enough. I breathed in more of the moist air and nearly choked, but I didn't dare make a sound. My nose burned with the pu
UntitledThe girl sat at the window, staring silently out of it. With every passing second she was becoming more agitated and anxious, though her demeanor never changed. She remained expressionless and sat as tall as she could moment after moment. Her eyes were the only things to betray her mood. Those eyes that were so normally a bright green, fiery with her fierceness and yet soft and gentle with her innocence were now so downcast, dull, and drab shade of green that they were almost gray.Untitled5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As rain began to fall the girl leaned forward and pulled open the window. The water suddenly began pelting her skin, clinging to her hair, her eyelashes, her lips. That feathery red hair was dampened and made a earthy brown by the rain that had begun to engulf the girl. Those locks, each one made of fire, and yet as soft as the down of a newborn swan, were made coarse and bland. The raindrops that had clung to her eyelashes began to slide down her porcelain doll cheeks so that she looked as though she were c
The Nurse Who Loved MeSay hello,The Nurse Who Loved Me6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
To the rugs topography
It holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it
It is a pretty rug; she finally notices that after all this time. He always loved this rug. She's fairly sure it's Oriental, but whatever it is, it's beautiful, full of tiny intricate little patterns, and every time she tries to follow the pattern she loses it again, only to find a new one and lose that too. All of it makes her head spin. Its a lot like him.
Or maybe, she considers, eyes drifting downward once again to the carpet shes laying on, making the patterns closest to her eyes swim and blur before her, shes reading too much into this looking too close, so close she cant see the whole picture. That makes sense, doesnt it? How is a rug anything like a man?
How is a raven like a writing desk? Its his voice that says it, not the voice of her mind. It was always one of his favorite sayings; he loves to
Murmurs2A Missunderstood AngelEverything sits in ruins like a thunderstorm just broke in hell, and it all seems to be gone... so she just lays on the ground in agony whispering cursing words as he walks away and she hopes he'll never look back...Murmurs2A Missunderstood Angel5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her frail body twists and turns struggling for comfort and struggling to keep her eyes open as she sees a fire burning brighter than the sun and the boy just keeps walking towards it as if oblivious..
Her eyes widen in wonder as he is consumed.. Slipping into unconsciousness with knowledge that this is the end..
"Hello?" she hears in just a whisper, but doesn't respond.. "Hey... look at me." using all her strength to open her eyes she sees an angel, "this is the end, isn't it?" she asks..
He picks her up in his arms, wipes the tears away and softly says "No beautiful, it's just a new beginning"
sincerelyDear you,sincerely6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It has been three months, two weeks, and five days you hate numbers, so I wont break it down into hours and minutes and seconds for you and a day hasnt passed that I havent remembered everything.
You + Me = love.
It looks weird now, those words together. Unnatural. They didnt before. I used to write them all the time, on little scraps of paper. Little doodles of hearts with arrows through them with our names inside. Of course, I always tore those little pieces of paper up before you could see them and threw them away, because you would have laughed at me. You would have called me childish.
I am childish, but so were you. We are all childish, self-centered sore losers.
I realized that and accepted it long ago but it just made you angry. You didnt understand
Short-KimiShort-Kimi5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Kimi stared at the broken reflection. She had finally left her heart open if not only for a bit. How long had it been since she loved. Oh thats right she didnt love this...person. Gritting her teeth to fight back fresh tears she turns her stare to the side. Where was Chelsea? Running into her arms always seemed to help. Even if it was trivial. After all they had been best friends for years, and probably knew each other many before that. Damn why why why why why?! Especially when he so reminded her of her first love, who made her cheeks flush just with a thought. Huh? What was this? New trails were appearing on her face. God she thought. I can't handle this...