The Simple Things in LifeI close my eyes and envision myself walking my big dog, Rusty. It is a nice summer day; there is a slight breeze so the weather is neither too hot nor too cold. My dogs fluffiness is blowing along with the light wind, and he bounces with each step. The day is perfect, I am dressed comfy, & Rusty and me are on our way to get ice cream.
I close my eyes and envision myself swinging on the cobweb-covered tire swing in my backyard. I am spinning around so fast that I close my eyes from the dizziness.
I close my eyes and envision myself lying on the porch swing, staring up at the porch roof. There are lots of old cobwebs and spots where the white paint is chipping off of the ceiling. A large bumblebee flies around above me, its wings flapping so violently that I cant even see them. The bee is persistent at flying into the glass window pain, but with no luck at getting inside. I close my eyes and listen to the bees humming. The suns warm rays are soaking into
SuicideShe was artsy.Suicide5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was odd.
She was a victim of the mob.
No one liked her.
No one cared.
They'd make fun or sit and stare.
She didn't cry.
She didn't fight.
She just let them take her rights.
A month went on,
And then one more.
All of their ridicules, alone she bore.
It all built up,
Until one night.
The "bulb" went off- she saw false light.
She chose her fate,
Then and there.
No one would miss her, since no one cared.
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.A Reason to Live2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, but she didn’t think the pain could be any worse than what she was already dealing with.
“Aimée!” The young woman moved her arms in circular motions as she tried to keep her balance. Her mother’s call startled her, and for a brief moment she thought God might be