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.
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,
FearI stand, the night closing around me,Fear6 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,
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.
#006 Ghost TrainA gambler of love#006 Ghost Train2 years 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
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.
simple pleasureswind caressing my face,simple pleasures2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tangling my hair,
cooling me down
on this hot summer day
running down my chin,
hoping that they grow anew
my daughter's smile
when she splashes me in the pool,
her screeching laugh
when I chase her
it's the simple things
that make me sigh with contentment,
it's the little things
that bring tremendous joy
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
fading awaythe disharmonyfading away3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of the city is fading
of sounds being swallowed by
the din of Silence
layersi’ve wrapped up silly things in my heartlayers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like pictures and scribbles
old scarves and poems
songs and magazine snippets
typewriter fonts and skeleton keys
favourite pens and flower petals
droplets of tea and cookie crumbs
gritty bits of sand and popsicle sticks
you’re there too.
Be the Sun in my SkyBe the sun in my sky,Be the Sun in my Sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where song birds cry
Tears of joy down from heaven.
Be the wind through the trees,
That warm summer breeze
That dries the tears in my eyes.
Be the wings on my back,
A beacon of light
Shining hope into forever.
Be the beat of my heart,
Light when all is dark
Throwing shadows far from me.
Be the air in my lungs,
Help me to breathe,
I forget when you’re not with me.
Wrap your arms around me,
We will weather this storm.
Let the ocean crash around us.
Even though all we have is now,
Love can last forever.
We can’t back down now.
Be the sun in my sky,
Tell me you love me tonight
And I will hold on to you forever.
#002 A Little PoetryHe who lives in a pocket watch,#002 A Little Poetry2 years 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 darkness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My worst enemy
My closest friend
How have you been?
reveriei know i meantreverie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
The hope in the sunriseThe bird perched on the garden fence sings out a tune,The hope in the sunrise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Signalling a new day is about to begin.
I look to the horizon to watch for the sun,
It rises over the hills as it has done since before our time here began;
Bringing light into the darkness of the world that we live.
Soon everyone will be up and going about their work,
But for now all is quiet, for now all is still.
I hum with the bird, still singing its beautiful tune,
You used to look at me in wonder when I sang with the birds.
You would tell me I should have instead been born as a bird
And I would laugh and say “Im just happy to still be alive”.