Endless Night - Second VersionEndless Night - Second Version10 years ago in Horror More Like This
Night had fallen across the sands, and her footsteps were growing slower by the moment.
Still, she trod onward, the goal of her heart ever-present, an entity of its own within her spirit. She knew it lay not far ahead now; her week-long journey was nearly complete.
Does it await me, still, she asked herself, and, expecting no answer, recieved none. She knew she would find out soon the truth of the matter. For good or ill, she was in it until the end, and was glad of it.
An endless eternity, it seemed, had passed since her feet had last traced their way here. The winds had been blowing that time; though they were calm at the moment, she knew they could start again at any given time. This barren waste knew no rules but its own, and those it followed only grudgingly.
Days upon days, time upon time... passing slowly while the air she breathed became blighted with the desire she knew would be coming. The need she would
LXXXV - Droit de reponseLXXXV - Droit de reponse10 months ago in Letters More Like This
L X X X V - Droit de réponse
Que la paix soit vous. Je suis l’une de ces femmes que vous percevez comme étant muselées, je prends pour devoir de répondre, puisque je me sens la mieux placée pour cela, quand bien souvent nous sommes inutilement la cible de beaucoup !
Pour me présenter, on dira que je suis une femme mariée ayant deux belles petites filles et pour conclure je suis née en France donc j'ai grandi dans la culture occidentale. Néanmoins l’Islam est devenu depuis quelques années la bouffée d’air qui me permet de voir les choses avec plus d’amour, de réfléchir avec plus de rigueur aussi, mais surtout m'a appris la douceur de la foi !
Avant de pratiquer l’Islam j’avais cette impression qu’il fallait me conformer à des mensurations, à une façon sexy de se mouvoir ou bien à une mani
EternityEternity5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Nyota Uhura gave a heavy sigh as she slipped into her quarters one evening. It had been a rather short shift but her wandering mind had made it seem like an eternity. There were plenty of important things on her mind, none of which had anything to do with her work. Now she wanted to get back to her quarters and get comfortable, but more than that she hoped that Spock was waiting for her. Recently he'd made a habit of being there when she arrived. That is, of course, if he wasn't on shift himself.
Tonight she knew for a fact that he wasn't and that made her hope all the more. She reached up, tugging her long, dark tresses free of their confines. The dark-skinned woman shook her head and the black locks spilled easily over her shoulders. It was like an ease of tension as soon as the pressure was relieved and her hair was free.
Spock was there, and had done something very out of character and fallen asleep in his usual chair. His head was tipped back slightly, large, strong han
InsomniaDreams. Nightmares. Unforgettable nights of longing for the things so far away. For the things that scare me. Pleasant tales of love, overthrown by stories of hell itself - all unfolding around my bed. My red sheets are the bloodstains on the gray wall one night, a bouquet of roses the next.Insomnia6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
What are dreams? Imaginary places of make-believe happiness, as if some form of natural prozac? Realms where fantasy is pushed beyond the borders of our very imagination?
I can't tell. I don't want to. My dreams are chapters of the book of my life, they're the red ribbon on the edge of the next page. Never managed to do much reading with my eyes open. Why, God why, would anyone want to live in something as shallow as reality?
Being awake is torture. It's a red car flashing over the gray asphalt, it's the fast lane with me behind the wheel - pointless and fatal. I never got my license, you know. And for good reason; I don't want to control things. I don't need any kind of control, all I need pure fr
Death in LifeAs he waited for his next piece, listening to the choirDeath in Life5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
he touched the fragile threads that encircled his wrist.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He had forgotten to take the bracelet off before the concert began.
He began to slip it around his hand.
"It's been such a short time,
but I already love you more than the others."
As he pulled at the strangling weave, he felt the last tiny thread give way
and the circle snapped apart in his hands.
"She's mad at me."
"Because I haven't told you."
He felt breath claw at his throat
as he held the broken pieces.
"I know it hurts.
But this isn't about you."
He closed his eyes
and felt nothing.
such an assso today i met a little boy with no arms. none at all.such an ass3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i introduced myself to him. i told him my name. i stuck out my hand to shake, only to withdraw it, chuckling. i watched him scowl.
god, i'm such an ass.
i took his picture, told him to take it from me. i watched his jaws like a shark undulate and snap til the polaroid was between his teeth. i felt like a seal in those sharp bicuspids.
i torment handicapped children to get my kicks because no woman would love this monster.
i wanted to see what he'd be like when he got older. i wanted to see how he'd hold his cock for pissing or fucking. i wanted to see what his text messages would look like, i was jonesing for a glimpse of his writing. his print, cursive, arabic. i didn't fucking care, i just wanted it.
god, i'm such an ass.
"mister," he started, a look beyond his years tainting his eyes. "