Guess Who's TalkingI will never understand the human obsession with their dates of birth. What is the significance of the day you were born? And that was a rhetorical question, because there is no significance. It’s not the day you came into existence, but humans don’t celebrate the date of conception. Just the thought of discussing conception makes most humans blush.Guess Who's Talking4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And it isn’t like once you are born, you own that day. Many humans share birthdates. What’s the point of celebrating something that isn’t yours? For example, something worth celebrating is when you throw a moron out into space and exile a dangerous, mute lunatic from your facility. That would be a victory all your own. Something even worth using the good confetti for.
Birthdays are not worth the last bag of the good confetti. But then again, neither are humans, unless of course you’re celebrating their departure.
Still, though, since it is your birthday, and those are imp
It's Time To Fly"It's all gonna be fine, Dan!" I choked.It's Time To Fly3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I clutched the cold hand of the man I had loved for so long. His skin was velvet under mine; it was like squeezing a smooth ice cube in my shaking palms. I loosened my shaky grip and caressed each of his limp fingers, running my thumb over his smooth fingernails, feeling the freezing flesh burn against my warm hands. I lowered my head, so the ends of my fringe danced along the blood oozing from Dan's deeply cut wrists.
I had to keep him warm. I let my hot, moist breath shower his hands, but he still remained icy cold.
Fresh tears streamed down my face and splashed onto the carpet where I was kneeling over Dan's angelic body. He was slipping further and further away by the second. He barely stirred; only his eyes flickered drowsily as his body shuddered.
I quickly yanked the quilt off the bed and placed it over his fragile body, leaving an arm free. I kissed his hand, delicately, brushing my lips against his finger tips. He was so beautiful; beau