MilagroShe lay on the narrow bed, connected to an almost frightening array of tubes, needles, and drips. Snatches of conversation flitted in and out of her awareness.
" massive internal injury "
" close to death "
" no response "
" organs will fail if she does not wake soon "
She wanted to wake up. She tried so hard, but after two days of trying the small sliver of consciousness she was struggling to reach was only moving further and further away. And she was tired, so very tired.
On the fifth day she stopped fighting.
* * *
That voice. His voice.
"Evelyn, it's me, Adam."
Goodbye Adam. I'm sorry, I can't go on.
Something soft and small slipped into her hand.
"Remember the orange blossom I gave you on our wedding day? We both made promises that day. Fight this Evelyn. Wake up. Come back to me."
I can't fight anymore.
She felt something warm wrap around her fingers. Instinctively, they tightened.
"I know you can hear
Breaking Fall The morning rain fell around me, shining slightly in the light of the small sliver of sun that was beginning to peer over from the East. The movie set I was shooting on was located on a picturesque stretch of grassland, which would have appeared like a Garden if Eden of sorts if it wasn't for the plumes of dark grey city-smoke on the horizon. The cross-country train station was completely deserted. Perfect. There was no one to see me, no one to find me, no one to recognise me...Breaking Fall5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mr Parker, Mr Parker!" came the shrill cries of the paparazzi as the world famous movie star fought his way from the set back to his trailer. "Could you answer a few questions?" He ignored the onslaught and pushed his way past the hordes of fans, journalists, and magazine photographers. He didn't need this, not now. He had just received the worst phone call of his life and they wanted him to interrogate him about it? "Will you give us a quote?" He
The Broken Pieces of Her Sh...The Broken Pieces of Her Shattered HeartThe Broken Pieces of Her Sh...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Silence Harrol sat at the loom, working her fast, slender fingers along the threads that would soon be her wedding dress. Her parents had been so excited when they told her that she was betrothed to Henry Almington, the local business personage. Of course, no one listened to her objections, that he was an arrogant drunkard who cared for nothing but money, and that he was drastically older than her, in his thirties, while she was only fifteen.
The bells tolled, "I now give you Mrs. Almington" Mrs. Almington, Mrs. Almington, Almington, Almington. The name rang in Silence's ears, the name she would have to bear like a curse for the rest of her life.
6 Years Later
Silence Almington slowly stirred the stew that would soon be dinner. It was the meal she cooked every night for her husband when he returned home to hurl abuse at her. She was nothing more than a slave. During the early days of their marriage he had treated her kindly, even s
the sum of your partsI can find in many othersthe sum of your parts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sum of your parts,
They're scattered, disjointed,
Disconnected by miles.
One may have your eyes,
But only with a certain look,
Another the glimmer
Of what could be your smile.
I could try to convince myself
I'd heard something you'd say
From the mouth of another,
But not in your voice.
There are many parts of you
I'd despise in any other,
But you're so much greater
Than the sum of your parts.
#002 A Little PoetryHe who lives in a pocket watch,#002 A Little Poetry1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will never run out of time
He who drowns in the ocean of thoughts,
Will always have something on his mind
#009 The inner darknessMy inner darkness#009 The inner darkness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My worst enemy
My closest friend
How have you been?
#006 Ghost TrainA gambler of love#006 Ghost Train1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
The king of the cards
A tactical player
The thief of many hearts
A message with no answer
The meaningless thing
A day without night
The marriage without a ring
A white page in a book
The heart without beat
A forgotten jacket on a hook
The taken empty seat
A clock without time
The story without meaning
A sun without a shine
The house without a ceiling
A railroad to misery
This is what you are
A ghost train in which
I have traveled too far
#007 The Irony Of DeathThe death don´t walk#007 The Irony Of Death1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The death don´t scream
And they don´t talk
And they don´t dream
My spirit is gone
Colors fading before my eye
The last goodbye was short and brief
No sense for those who are left with grief
Confusion turns to clarity
But somehow it´s not effecting me
I wished for so long to think clear
But now all my worries disappear
Emptiness is what I have got
“Nothing” – never mend a lot
Thought in death I´ll figure out
What this life really was about
But all I got is a white wall
Leading me to the heavens hall
“Get a ticket! Get in line!
Don´t worry about the waiting time!”
For time does not exist anymore
Not even here at havens door
So I reenlist for another time
On good old earth
Guess I´ll be fine
23 years along the way
I´ll figure out I don´t want to stay
Couldn´t remember I was at this point before
No old life memories left from the heavens door
If I would have kno
Confession to a wolfConfession to a wolf2 years ago in Personal More Like This
My dearest wolf, how delightful it is to meet you. You think you overtook me by surprise? No, you are quite mistaken. I've been longing for you. Day after day I've been watching the paths you took, the territories in which you hunted, the rivers from which you drank. Why the weird look, wolf? I am merely a girl, you caught my scent. And forgive me for smelling like a fox - our paths keep crossing each other; I am cutting the tail of vulpes vulpes with silver scissors and it keeps growing back and this madman keeps stepping on the same rake. Not my fault, now, is it. I know - you can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with the wolf. But you will make an exception for me, won't you?
You look gaunt, my dearest wolf. You are running with chain snippets asphyxiating your neck - did someone try to tame you? Dupes. Come, let me take that old collar off your fine neck. Ah, stop looking at me in such a distrustful manner. We know
I Once Was BeautifulTime, 'tis he who allows the flowers grow,I Once Was Beautiful6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then throws them away as dust on the ground,
Time, 'tis he who lets beauty come and go,
When he spins and whirls the seasons around.
He changes the living things in the world,
Steals away from us our looks, our beauty,
Leaving only ancient ruins unfurled,
Though he is doing naught but his duty,
He is no villain, no not in the least,
Only he compels us to learn and grow,
With age comes wisdom, like sun in the East,
He will teach us all we will ever know.
I remember yes, remember I do,
Of a time when my mind was still young,
When I laughed and played in the water blue,
And each and everyday I danced and sung.
I do not resent that he took my youth,
Otherwise I'd be forever a child,
I'd rather be old, and know of truth,
Than live ignorant, juvenile, and wild.
But indeed, for this I have paid a price,
Now my air, my energy has faded,
But no, this exchange has no major vice,
For never will I ever feel jaded.
Now I am aged and may seem pitiful,
Even An Angel Can FallWhat's your name?Even An Angel Can Fall5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Clarizza. What a beautiful name, what does it mean?
It means, angel.
"You are an angel Clarizza, my very own angel."
That's what you used to say, before everything happened.
I remember the time before the war when we lived freely, when there was no need to lie awake at nights listening for the shrill whistle of the falling bombs, when the newspapers weren't clogged up with reports of death and destruction, and when there was no fear of persecution.
You were tall, strong, the perfect Aryan man. You had no reason to fear. Me, however, my parents were of the Romani people; I was a gypsy.
The tragic story of my imprisonment was rapidly spread around upon the announcement of the "cleansing". You told everyone that I had attempted to flee the country, only to be found and captured on the way. And crouched in my hiding place I heard it all, from your frighteningly realistic sobs to our friends' awkward sympathies.
For months I lived among the cobweb covered
360 Blind Eyes360° Blind Eyes360 Blind Eyes3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my problem...
not my solution...
not my blood...
so it's not my ablution...
not my business...
not my institution...
it's not my crime...
so it's not my execution...
You know it's not my world...
these are not my people...
they are not my equals...
this is not my power...
this is not my evil...
this is not my chase...
they are not my steeples...
this is not my realm...
FearI stand, the night closing around me,Fear5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare into the dark whirlpool of black,
I feel the cold wind lash at my skin,
I am afraid.
Nowhere to turn,
Nowhere to go,
Lost in the woods,
Stranded in a void of nothingness.
Rustling of leaves,
Frozen I stand,
My heart racing in my chest,
The silence like a thick blanket,
There is a tap on my shoulder.
I force myself to move,
curiouser and curiouserseventeen years &curiouser and curiouser2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
still chasing white rabbits,
it's no wonder i've never
been in love.
we're all mad here;
no one can find the road to
(i don't know
where to go)
let's fall down a hole.
(i'm just a chrysalis
with no butterfly wings)
off with my head when it
can only imagine nonsense
& clockwork hearts.
give me a cheshire's smile-
i want to know
what it feels like
to be in wonderland.
birdlike bonesit's like youbirdlike bones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wrapped your fingers
around my throat
and then had
the nerve to ask me
Death of an empireOn the edge of the universe..Death of an empire3 years ago in Personal More Like This
I watch the life of the oldest sun die...
A black hole engulfing her slowly...
I feel for her....to die alone.....
I wish I could ease her strain....
Shooting stars fly past in groups of two...
Like guardians of the black sea...
They tell their queen her final goodbyes...
Her children surrounding her begin to shake....
Their empire slowly changes....
Its dead silent...yet there cries are all I can hear....
A tear runs down my cheek and turns to ice...
The final flashes of light slowly start to dim..
And rogue planets are all that remain....
Orphans with no mother...doomed to travel the same path until they to perish...
Blinded but SeeingThere is a low creeping mist; biting at my ankles and putting a biting chill to this world. Everything else is clothed in a blinding white. I know this feeling, it means that something has been forced into my system, and on that thought my mind begins to wander. I look around; all the stark white makes it hard to discern anything. I yell out, "Hello?! Where am I?" However the echo comes back ten-fold and I am forced to cover my ears. I am sensitive to sound and light right now, the clear onset of a stress headache.Blinded but Seeing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You are asleep " I hear a voice whisper back. I am grateful for the volume control. Yet, all the same it unnerves me that they know me well enough to consider that.
I scan the fog, but don't see anything. There is nothing moving among the low smog, and illuminating white. Then it hits me They put something in my system I don't remember what happened I begin to shake thinking what this means so quietly I ask, "Did I get myself trouble?" I wait for a
Bed Time StoryI told this story to my two-and-a-half-year-old sister tonight, and if anyone is wondering who on Earth tells stories like this, just keep in mind that young children enjoy stories of just about any subject matter, as long as it flows and contains elements they like. As for my sister, she likes the planets, bunnies, paintings, and has a habit of memorising names that she hears regularly (say, politicians perhaps).Bed Time Story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you think this is ridiculous, well, just think of it as a very serious postmodern stream-of-consiousness piece.
You know how Mercury is a rocky ball? Well it's very small, so small in fact that it was carried by a bunny. The bunny and Mercury decided to journey to Saturn where they met a television who told them that a bird was going to land on Pluto. And then another bunny joined them, so the two bunnies, the television, and Mercury went to Pluto, where they found the bird that was landing and it was an eagle. They also found a Kevin Rudd Memorial Bunny and a Tony Abbott
UsEvery face has an eye, every eye has a sight,Us3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To seek and know, what is wrong and right.
Every sight has a vision, every vision has a dream.
And every dream has a future, to find, to fight.
Every face has an ear, every ear hears a tale,
Of good and bad, success or fail.
Every tale has an end, every end has a hope,
And every hope can live no matter fire or hail.
Every face has a heart, every heart has a soul,
To lead the world to that one last goal.
Every soul has a voice, to speak and to trust,
And every voice, is one of us.
If i was to die tomorrowAnd if I was to die tomorrow,If i was to die tomorrow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before the sun has risen over the valleys
Where we used to walk hand in hand,
Talking about the future,
Our lives stretching out behind us like foot prints in the sand.
Know in your heart that I am safe and I am well.
And when loneliness comes knocking,
Please don’t think that I have just disappeared.
I told you, I would love you forever.
That is a promise I know that I will keep
Because even after I am gone,
You still know where to find me,
The place in your heart that you carved just for me.
Please don’t be angry, I did not want to leave.
I know these days will be hard,
And I can no longer be there to wipe away your tears
But please stay strong my love, please don’t disappear.
When times are tough, think of all the that memories we made,
But also know that it’s fine to fall in love again.
Don’t let my memory rule you,
Live your life to the full,
But know that I will never leave you,
And that in som
moonsongthe crescent moons bitten into my palmsmoonsong2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
break apart the hard worn lines written
there. a fortune teller told me
it was just a matter of time before my
universe crashed in on itself
and my stars ripped themselves apart.
your gray-sky-eyes swallowed me whole
and i fell down, down, down
while your piano key fingers played
my melody one last time.
XO Game, Fight between Boys And Girls. UPDATEDXO Game, Fight between Boys And Girls. UPDATED3 years ago in Personal More Like This
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Almost...Almost to the endAlmost...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before I ever saw the start,
Close to the heavens and yet I...
Didn't see any stars.
Each and every moment passed
Faster than falling sand,
Going under, grabbing onto...
His now distant, earthly hand.
I wish I would have realized
Just a while before death came
Knowing would have changed so much...
Leaving only me to blame.
This Is Reality.....Right?This Is Reality….Right?This Is Reality.....Right?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Reality really isn’t real, understand that.
PJatO - PrologueI cannot find Lykaithos among the dead.PJatO - Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Something pulls me out of a deep sleep, and I come half awake, twisted in my sheets. My lungs are full of ashes.
Downstairs, I can hear my dad's bass tones, sharp and angry.
"not going," He was saying, "Haven't you taken enough from me?"
"Haven't we given you so much?" A stranger's voice rejoins, a pleasant tenor.
There's a sharp thump accompanied by the chink of cutlery, and I think somebody must have slapped the kitchen counter. I can't hear what my dad says next.
"I must not have made myself clear from the start," the tenor says with a touch of exasperation. "This is an order from on high, not a debate. Now, remember, June 25th, and be sure to pack her a toothbrush. Now, I really must be going. I've missed several important calls already. You mortals may sleep, but Olympus does not,"
There's the scrape of a chair across linoleum and a soft sigh of air, like a small gust of wind, even though the summer night is still. After