Of Life and LemonsBy: Serenity OlsonOf Life and Lemons4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a miserable, sweltering and dusty day in Texas. Clarissa ran up her porch steps in search of something tasty and refreshing. She was hot and tired from playing hard all day, and needed to rest.
Spotting her mother cleaning on the porch, and her grandmother reclining in the shade, she politely asked for some lemonade.
Her mother was in a testy mood, and not at all up to doing more work "Can't you see I'm busy here?" she snapped at Clarissa.
Clarissa, taken aback by her mothers outburst, fell silent, but her grandmother spoke up.
"Now what's eating you Sarah?" Grandma asked her daughter
"This heat is killing me and I've been working all day! I'm exhausted, irritable and overworked. This has been such a godawful day!" Sarah got louder and angrier with every word.
"Honey, you know what they say. When life gives you lemons, make tasty lemonade!" Grandma chuckled at her own little joke
Sarah, cranky beyond reason, yelled at her mother "Don't be so naive, mom! Life d
first.i'm a girl and you're a sunrise, letting me watch you burn across the sky. i'm not pretty enough to be you, not smart enough to catch you when you fall. i dig my fingernails into your palm, not wanting to let you go. you know how it is. you're a boy, and i'm something that could have been.first.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you curl your fingers over the frets. we could've been something great. my guitar's hanging next to the television. i wonder if you sold yours. was it too painful? there's still static, smoke curling across a frigid landscape. i used to write songs, you know. don't get too confident; they weren't all about you.
gosh. it seems like eons ago. autumn nights are so cold on the island, but we're warm. the cabins are empty, because no one takes a vacation in october. you know how it goes; we're both falling. not in love, but out of it.
i miss you like i miss not breathing. you don't notice it, but it's there. i let myself forget you a long time ago, but you're still here. an echo, mayb
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you company.
Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.
And from that point on, I never left your side.
Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower,
Why respect religion?It is often said that we must respect the religious beliefs of others. Simply put, I don't. That is not to say that I see religious people as less deserving of equal protection, but I do not see their beliefs as fundamentally reasonable and worthy of respect, and I think that this claim that we must respect the rights of others undermines our ability to have substantive debates on moral and political issues, by treating certain ideas as immune from debate and criticism. Why, as an atheist, should I respect those who believe, on religious conviction, that atheists should be put to death? Should I not show them the same amount of respect they show me?Why respect religion?4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The evidence in favor of most religions is weak or nonexistent. I focus on the religions I am most familiar with, but I have reason to believe that other religions have the same general flaws, as these flaws appear to be intrinsic to religion and not simply features of a few specific religions. One key flaw in religion is reliance on faith.
Free WillEach morning we wake up and we make a decision. We make the decision to get out of bed when that alarm goes off and trudge through our lives for one more day. It doesn't matter if we're sleep deprived, sick, need a vacation, are heartbroken or stressed beyond comprehension. We get up and keep going.Free Will5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Would it be easier to just lay there and stare at the ceiling allowing ourselves to drone on into nothingness? Yes, it would. That would be the simplest thing to do in the world. We all feel like doing that some mornings. At some point that loathing question snakes around our minds and takes control. Why am I doing this again? But, inevitably, we get up.
Because that's life.
It's easy to fall and give up. Nobody blames you if you do because we all realize that life is hard. If it wasn't we wouldn't be living in a Prozac nation where the doctors will prescribe you "happy pills" to make it through the rougher spots. The hardest thing in the world to do is to get up and keep going no ma
The Suicide PhotographerI am a photographer.The Suicide Photographer2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
People hate my work. You may ask why, but when you see my shots, you'll understand. My work is very controversial. I am sadly proud of my photos, for I may be the only one who's adopted this style.
I capture photos of suicide.
No matter where I go, I carry my camera with me, ready to shoot anything that may happen. There's surprisingly a lot of suicides in this city and the next city over. I've gotten beautiful shots.
The most common ones are those of people jumping from buildings. Of course, there's usually a crowd of people pleading for the person to come down, so I know right away what I am about to get. I stand to get a good perspective, hold up my camera, and snap the photo right as the person plunges to their demise. I take a couple one after the other so I make sure to get the perfect shot. People surrounding me shout at me and call me heartless.
On the contrary, I am more caring than them. That person wanted to end their life, so they had a perfect reason t
Epilogue TaliMass EffectEpilogue Tali3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ME3: Epilogue Tali
Two years later after Shepard had left the council due to all the political bullshit (if he accepted the offer), Shepard wakes up and looks to his right to see Tali laying there beside him her eyes closed and breathing softly, with her mask off and was cuddled up close to Shepard.
"Commander," Edi said contacting Shepard through his omni-tool, "we are approaching the Citadel."
"Thanks Edi," Shepard said as he looked at Tali's face.
"Shepard there something else," Edi said.
"What's that, Edi?" Shepard asked.
"The Quarian Admiralty board wants to talk to you and Tali about the recent news you dropped on them," Edi said.
"Keelah," Tali said drowsily, her eyes still closed, "I knew there was going to be repercussions from telling them that about us, but this is the fifth time they have called."
"Shall we ignore them a bit longer?" Shepard asked.
"No we better see them this time," Tali said as she sat up and put her mask back on.
"I thought yo
A Trip through the Toy Factory (Pt. 2)The armature that held Kaylee Reis tight her waist moved all the way down to the south end of the factory at a shocking speed, then gently set her down on a conveyor belt. She had time enough to read a sign proclaiming she was at the Prep Station. Four smaller arms pulled her appendages out and tied them down, so Kaylee could barely move. Those four removed themselves and three more came down, each with a small pair of razors mounted to them. Kaylee tried to pull away, but the ties on her wrists and ankles kept that from happening. The razors deftly cut off the detective's clothes and shoes, leaving her naked in a rather cold room.A Trip through the Toy Factory (Pt. 2)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The conveyor belt pulled her down three feet, stopped, and then a single device lowered to Kaylee's face. It held a pair of small goggles, which it pressed up against Kaylee. A shower head appeared over her and began to spray all around her. The liquid was stinging, and though she wasn't sure, Kaylee thought she saw her long hair falling to the ground. The s
my heart beats in dialtones -chello?my heart beats in dialtones -c6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
maybe there are too many things ive been waiting to say.
you don't have to call me back, but i wanted to tell you that i love you. i love you and that messy printing you always use to write the inaccurate equations that lead to my heart. i love you and the beautiful mess you are that smiles when i pick up trash in my pretty pink dress that i say makes me look fat but you tell me that i never could because i am as thin as the ice that covers me when you aren't around. i love you even though you never answer your phone; even though i've been calling you for years and you never left me any messages.
i would say that i'm ugly but we look so alike.
im thinking maybe youre easier to talk to when youre not really you. so lately that means im questioning your answering machine again and addressing you in faceless nouns since i cant begin to say the things ive been meaning to te
The Man in the Coffee ShopThe man who works at the coffee shop looks like you. I noticed this some time ago and have since frequented the place. He recognizes me now. He smiles at me when I come in. His smile even looks like yours. He doesn't say hey though- you always said hey.The Man in the Coffee Shop4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I still work at the library even though you're not there.
Sometimes I look over to your desk and expect to see you typing at your computer, but someone else is there now. It's not you.
Sometimes someone will come in who looks like you. Maybe he will have the same hair, same stature, same profile, same laugh, same voice. It's never been you.
Sometimes I drive myself crazy. I pull at my hair and scream 'till my lungs burst. I scream for and at you. I ask how you could have left me here.
Sometimes I allow myself to believe that I will see you again. By chance we will run into each other in a Wal-Mart far away.
I go to the coffee shop on Tuesday afternoons. I order a small chai tea with milk.
Sometimes the man is working at th
Of Pig's BloodI'll never forget the first time someone told me I was going to hell. I was twelve.Of Pig's Blood3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The grounds of the Conference Center were breezy, the buds of the coming spring dappling the many thin trees in shades of light pastels. All around me, packs of women and young girls - some my age, some older - bustled towards the great, granite building that towered above us all. I held tight to the large, square ticket that was going to grant me entrance, huddling close to my small group of friends as we were guided towards the gate.
It wasn't until we rounded the turn that I saw them. There was a small cluster of people who had lined the entrance to the grounds, holding signs and blow horns. One man was standing above the rest, holding himself up on the wall as he called down to the throng of swishing skirts and flapping ponytails. "Ladies!" he bellowed, his voice cracking like thunder above the traffic sound of Salt Lake city. "Ladies, I warn you! You step into that building, and you're stepping rig
Cowgirl TFIt was Wednesday night and Amanda was changing in the locker room after field hockey practice. It was her senior year and she was determined to improve the team and herself so that they could win the district title.Cowgirl TF4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amanda had always been fairly attractive, standing about 5'8" with long dirty blonde hair. She had a so-so face, but beautiful blue eyes. Her breasts were full D cups and she had a fit waist from being in shape. Her ass was okay, but not that impressive and her legs were a little on the short size.
Amanda always had the same routine after practice: she would change, drink a carton of milk she bought earlier and then drive home. Today though, she forgot to bring her milk. She was a little mad about forgetting but didn't mind making a quick run to the store.
When she got to the store she wanted to hurry because she was really tired and sweaty from practice so she was just going to grab the first one she saw and leave. She walked in and saw a special on milk sitting close to c
Satan Is Dying What should a priest do if he were to find Satan himself laying beaten, bloody, and broken in a ditch? One would think the answer is simple. Any priest should leave the villain to die on the side of the road and be happy at the good fortune of the universe, right? Wrong. A wise priest would stop be the bleeding prince of lies and think for a moment. No Satan means no Hell, another plus. Wait, if there is no Hell there is no damnation. If there is no damnation there is no punishment for sins, then the wise priest begins to realize something that never occurred to him. If fear of Hell is all that holds back sinning, then is the saint unnatural, inhuman and fearful? Is the sinner natural, human, and fearless? Then the priest realizes that he is lying to himself and his very human nature by being a servant of light, no a slave to fear of the dark. Disliking this train of thought, the priest begins to ponder the fallen angel before him. He thinks of all the sins that Satan has committSatan Is Dying4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
there's no right way anymorei do not know why we do these things to each other.there's no right way anymore4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
our sentences lack all the proper meaning. we only say what we're feeling when we're feeling nothing at all and keep all the most important things we could ever think to say safe beneath guarded tongues. we are clever in all the wrong ways.
it's about how we do all the things we're expected to because to actually do what we want the mostthe things that scare uswould mean having to take a risk. we might need to deal with the possibility that we have something to lose by doing nothing at all.
there is a complete certainty that we've gotten content in our lonelinessin our misery. we're stuck standing still, not at all responsible for the way we function, because even our hearts just keep beating because it's committed to memorynot because we make them. not because we want them to. we are incomplete in exactly the way we want to be.
if the fact that tomorrow never arrives because it's always today means that nothin
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
confessions of lostwithoutyou.i'm not a liar. but i never told you that you always looked best in black. i liked how your skin would fade to a paler shade of perfection and your perfect teeth would glint a little brighter. and i could pretend for an evening that you were my black and white dream come true. and with you there would be no shades of inbetweens and no grays for us to get lost in. i never told you but it's true.confessions of lostwithoutyou.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i was never able to tell you, but i hate the way you cook your 'specialty' eggs. you always laughed over your shoulder and told me that they are the best food ill ever eat, that i was blessed to get the chance to taste them melting on my tongue. but frankly, you used too much pepper and the wrong cheese and i always spit them in my napkin when you turned away. i always told you that they were my favorite food, but i dont even actually like eggs.
i could never say this, but i can't stand the way you click your tongue against your perfect teeth when you're nerv
I'm Anti FeministI’m antifeminist.I'm Anti Feminist1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
No, not because I’m a “woman hater” or in terrible self-denial, but because I’ve seen feminism, through actions and spoken word.
I’ve seen how the word ‘feminist’, or ‘feminism’, causes many to turn away in disgusts or to roll their eyes in a ‘here we go again’ manner.
I’ve seen the hypocrisy.
“We are not man haters.” Yet you slander the title of every man who dare rises against you, even with by hard work, he’s earned his position. You verbally assault, then play society’s victim, it’s getting old.
“We want equality.” Really, or do you want to be on top, do you want to rule the world? The word equality, is derived from the word ‘equal’. How can you scream for equality when you don’t even know how to be equal yourselves?
Learn to practice what you preach.
How can you force your beliefs onto someone when you don’t even li
wishes are a lot like regrets.i say a lot of things that maybe i dont mean so while we were sleeping in glass covered streets. i was talking about being a lot like twenty four hours that are disappearing. like i could make something pretty or poetic out of the fact that im a complete waste of your time.wishes are a lot like regrets.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
we were leaning against the curb trying not to cut our skin on the sharp pieces of our shattered reality as i said that we cant age backwards and this is as young as were going to get and that you should just pretend i never happened. pretend i dont exist because i cant say what i should to you. i cant say the words to fix this. i cant say the things you deserve to hear anywhere but in our dreams. i cant and im sorry.
i believe a lot of things that i maybe know arent true so while we were lying among glittering blades of grass. i was counting all the stars in the sky and rationing my wishes so i could make one each night for the rest of my life. and
Requiem: Death LettersRequiem: Death Letters4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leeds is the first awake. Shadows of his dreams still echo in his eyes when he paces into the kitchen and startles her.
"You're too quiet." She smiles.
He doesn't. "Did you sleep?"
"I couldn't," she says.
He just nods. She pours him coffee. He drowns it in milk and sugar. They welcome the morning in companionable silence.
"I wanted to be there for him." It's a whisper. He stares at the coffee mug in his hands, seeing something very different. "I saw him get hit. I wanted to be there so bad. I would have gone in, but Vance held me back. Probably saved my life.
"Zack." He stops, almost overwhelmed, then forces himself to go on. "I would do anything for him. I would die for him. But I couldn't be there." His eyes are rimmed with tears.
She lays her hand over his.
Leeds wipes his face.
InvincibleI am InvincibleInvincible8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Not because I cannot die,
But because I refuse to.
I am Invincible
Because I will never bow.
I am Invincible
Because I have no more fear.
I am Invincible
Because I will never back down.
I will fight and defend always.
My bones can break;
My skin can be torn.
My body can be destroyed;
But my soul will never die.
I will fight.
I am Invincible.
bromide and other nonchemicalsshes empty mouthed.bromide and other nonchemicals6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
she cant explain but its like that pins and needles feeling except in her heart. its like she could have said twelve thousand and four different things and she picked the wrong one. its the way shes no good with words except she tries forcing her ideas into verses and stanzas and neatly packaged displays of her individualism. so its as if shes set up an exhibit in her mind, complete with glass windows for people to press their handprints into, staining her already disheveled head with traces of themselves. shes empty mouthed since she just realized that not a single bit of her is original, and in all this clutter, shes finally seeing tiny pieces of everyone shes ever met.
shes broken hearted.
but not in the sense that shes ever been in love. its like she lives in a room built for two, but shes sleeps in a bed thats half-empty. shes heard all the stories
Fortitude And Faith“Nileas!” Ausrius bellowed again. He could find no trace of his fellow, even with his enhanced senses, and helmet overlay. No trace of the daemon either.Fortitude And Faith3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He surveyed the cavern again, slowly re-examining all the corners. He checked the load in his bolter, and advanced, weapon at the ready, continuing to scan in visible light, infrared, and wireframe overlay. The ripples and folds of the tunnel played tricks on the mind, casting odd shadows and concealing entire caverns behind seemingly solid formations of stone.
“Nileas,” he voxed again. “Brother, do you copy?” Likewise the dense rock played havoc with the vox net. He had no contact with his squad commander, or Imperial forces on the surface, and, up until a quarter-hour ago, only intermittent contact with his battle brother, and that plagued by static. Now it seemed that too was gone.
TimeThe Ice King wasn't sure why he had decided to sneak out to the candy kingdom that night, to lean there, peering over the edge of her roof, watching as she stood there, whispering prayers for the safety of her people, and happiness to those around her. Oh, he knew why he had come there, as he was fully planning on kidnapping her as she slept, but when he saw she was awake his heart, as cold and made of ice as it was, melted by the beauty and warmth the moonlight gave her pale cotton-candy skin.Time5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Foolish, it was, for him to be as obsessed for one particular princess. But obsessed he was. Even his own heart desired nothing more than the princess', and although he would call the methods of retrieval unpractical at best, it still rang true to the Ice Kings own desire for her. It felt as though he could go without his heart at times if her safety was at stake, as he could say, in completely metaphorical terms of course, that she had stolen his.
She would not be his, though, and