hush,When Mae was born, the room was silent.hush,6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mother, and her heart were torn up in the insanity that occupied her mind. Mae was not celebrated, showered with gifts and flowers. She was just, there.
As she grew up she realized that the only thing worse than dying too young was not existing at all. Or rather, existing in a world where no one knew your name.
On her thirteenth birthday she decided that blood was a beautiful colour and so she painted her eye lids with hemoglobin and blew out the candles.
With an aversion to loud noises and just sound in general, Mae made a cardboard box her home and called it Unit 9. Covering her ears, and cowering at angry voices, she made a world she could shrink into. Imagination, her lover and creativity, her drug.
Sixteen years, and sixteen sweet hearts broken, Mae lost faith in the staples holding her heart together. The train-tracks make dents and etches, gaps and valleys. Her heart was a wasteland and the only sound was of a thousand raven wings flap
Lover's SpatYou are, without a doubt, the worst person to ever walk the earth!Lover's Spat7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Really? Astonishing. I find it hard to believe you know everyone who ever lived.
Dont do that with me! Dont be so smug! You know how much it irks me.
Maybe I wouldnt if you didnt pretend to know everything.
Its not my fault Im smarter than you.
that was uncalled for.
Somehow I doubt that. You always get what you deserve. Just like-
You mean like that?
Dont kiss me! Or try to change the subject like that. Who said I wanted a kiss from you anyways?
Maybe if you didnt slap me, I wouldnt feel the sudden urge to kiss you.
I mean uh
You mean what?
Nothing. Forget it. Forget I even said anything.
Wait! Dont leave so soon. I
Invisible GirlsToday I saw a girl with her head buried in her boyfriend's chest on the tram. She seemed to be hiding from my eyes; from all eyes. I saw her face once, when she tottered from him to the ticket machine and back again. She was wearing high heels. He laughed. Then she was hiding in his body once more. Disappearing into him. Making herself invisible. Fading.Invisible Girls6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once, when I held your hand, I felt like that and I loved it. Loved your size; loved the way you dwarfed me. Loved the way you laughed, that patronising note as I tottered solo a few feet and the warmth of your skin when I returned. The feminist in me hibernated, angry and betrayed and the world seemed very big and bright; frightening; full of loud noises which echoed.
When I was at work, without you, I didn't feel myself. A little nauseous, distracted, pale. Everyone's eyes seemed t