Just Friends - AnonymousShe spent the night a week ago. It was getting late soJust Friends - Anonymous9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
we decided to go to bed. All of my other friend sleep
in the guestroom, but she always slept with me.
Always. She borrowed one of my dad's giant t-shirts to
sleep it. She twirled around, the shirt billowing out
like a party dress, and laughed.
I like the way her make-up smudges around her eyes.
She doesn't bother to wash it off, it just becomes
part of her. I could tell she brushed her teeth; I
smelled my toothpaste on her breath as we talked about
our day before sliding under the sheets. She does that
kind if thing. Leaves the bathroom light on, steals my
She makes me smile in a crooked, confused way. She is
my very best friend in the entire world. That's why I
feel so guilty.
The moment the light went out, I laid my hand between
us. Neither of us could see anthing but... I could see
her thinking the same thing I was. I wanted to feel
her fingertips touch mine. I wanted her small, thin
wrist next to mine. I wanted to
Abnormal, but unspecificAbnormal, but unspecific8 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
At 25, almost half of Riikka's life has been spent with being sick and visiting doctor after doctor. She would surely have better things to do. There's nothing she hates as much as doctors and she has nightmares about visits where she's humiliated. That hasn't been unusual. Even now, doctors treat her condescendingly, like a kid. It took over a decade to obtain a diagnosis.
There have been dozens and again dozens of doctors over the years, neurologists, opthalmologists, infection specialists and rheumatologists. It certainly feels like they couldn't care less what happens to Riikka. They're constantly trying to push physiotherapy, something Riikka has been doing for years, even though she doesn't have much mobility left any longer.
Riikka is sick with something many doctors don't even believe in and that officially doesn't exist in Finland, even though it has been included in WHO's official ICD-10 for a long time. In many countries it's known as myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME). In Finla
Degrees Warped By FragmentsDegrees Do Worse Warped By FragmentsDegrees Warped By Fragments9 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I sit among a contingent of fresh-faced athletes doing mostly
Reading a book on the crosses of cosmogony when I feel a hand
On my shoulder. I turn around like a toddler's wind-up toy and
No face to match the arm suspended in space by something unseen
Faces of clocks abound on every wall I sit across from, next to or
It makes no sense to me. Half an hour will pass before I have slept
Hours, and yet exhaustion always accompanies me, even during the
Rush of excitement I feel when the clocks cease ticking.
Library books are beginning to pile up, most of them long overdue
On shelves read less than twice, ones never even cracked open for a
At their lively entrails, innards I normally would be happy to gorge on.
I sit in the dark and wait for hunger to take me somewhere new.
Game shows are on and I have to buy a vowel to finish the conversation
Are having at the dinner table.
OrangesOrangesOranges8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking themselves thieves, they feed
on the ripe as the cart owner on the highway
fingers peels, rinds, forgotten leaves and listens
to the voices of his customers like moving cars.
To articulate herself she keeps the cream
in one hand and licks the rust off her
once black kettle. The tea is waiting
on the counter to be drowned as she says to him:
Let me live in my ashes.
Her echolalia says: scissors, sliver as the image
of diseased pigeon wings echoes on her eyelids.
Twenty years of echolalia.
There is a boy who lives in his own palms,
collecting teeth from the children who fight.
At six o'clock he wonders what he is going to do
with the rest of his life knowing:
Words are not worth the time.
He will wake up one day with crushed petals
in his teeth from his mother's prized gardenias.
The gardenias tell the silent boy's mother
stories of noise and white noise. They slip
her nightmares like a
Off Kilter Baby~Off Kilter Baby~Off Kilter Baby10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ring around the rosy.
My uncle was too nosy.
My soul burned to ashes.
Ashes, ashes and he should go to hell.
Lead and hook and bait
I sunk down, you slammed your gate.
You dragged me down like a sinker
Little monkey in the middle
Two needles in one eye.
Three pins in the other.
You're not allowed to hurt,
Because you're someone's mother
Be nimble Be quick.
Jump over this stick.
Don't be so contrary,
now beg me to quit.
A beating for a good day.
A wailing on a bad one.
Spoil the rod and starve the child,
The night has just begun.
A penny for your thoughts.
A bashing to keep you silent.
When I was a child, the Tooth-fairy
was a demon behind the door.
Wrath of the Grammar NaziIn favor of avoiding parallel structure debates (misplaced modifiers, ahh!) and a general crusade against passive voice, WordCount is offering a list of common "pet peeves" to satisfy the punctuation junkie in all of you.Wrath of the Grammar Nazi8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Please understand that this list is by no means exhaustive, nor is it original, but it warrants saying from time to time. Nothing in here is meant to insult you, all rules can be broken, and there are always exceptions. One should also note that rules about comma usage and "the dash" differ from place to place and country to country, but this list falls back on Oxford's guide to style (because we all need a place to start).
1. Apostrophes are not there to make words look pretty. They do have an actual purpose (namely to indicate contractions or possession);
2. Semicolons connect two related thoughts while simultaneously separating two complete thoughts (or objects in a list);
3. "A lot" and "all right" are not words. They are
When Your Heart Stops Beating When Your Heart Stops BeatingWhen Your Heart Stops Beating8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
My first thought is that she pronounced his last name wrong.
My second is that she's lying.
When you think of a person, a tiny file of memory opens in your brain, containing everything you know about them. All the good memories you've made, stupid jokes that have been laughed at, every tear that you may have shed think
Water of LifeWater of Life9 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been eighteen years since they'd seen their home world. Eighteen years since the earth had lain before them vibrant and blue. They had come home, and brought with them the water of life, salvation for a world in need. They'd left a desperate band of men with a mission, journeyed the stars as beggars, then thieves, and ultimately destroyers to return home to be heroes.
'Orbital control, this is the Lazarus on return approach, we're inbound heavy looking for our vector, over'
Nothing but silence greeted their request.
Earth was being consumed by a terrible plague when they had left, a plague that destroyed the infected from the inside. The doctors needed fresh blood, in great quantities in order to transfuse, and to synthesize the antibodies that had been cleaned from their blood through the generations. They had dug up a horrific judgement of a great many years ago, and no one was immune anymore. A disease their ancestors would have thought nothing of now st
He stood there, stunned...The door had no push/pull sign.He stood there, stunned...8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
One Part Pink, One Part BlueLife is like soaring aboveOne Part Pink, One Part Blue5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And like drowning far below
All it takes is a push and a shove
My thoughts my own personal foe
Laughing and playing with everyone
Crying and sleeping all day
Headstrong, stubborn, and ready
Not caring if I've started to decay
Optimistic, loving, and caring
Depressed, run down, and worn out
On top of the world, forever daring
Sickened and always in doubt
Sunrises, rainbows, and adventure
Grey skies, bitter tastes, and dead ends
Two halves, but one whole together
Polar opposites who can't remain friends
pencils and knivesOur getting together was a roll of the tongue, a curve in my nerves.pencils and knives7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We played clever and intelligent and poetry-slam line break, smiled at our own pretentious predigested words, coffee and donuts and hardly a table between us. Your eyes flashed white and my smile flashed red and I pretended to be without makeup, and you, without frowns.
We discussed Small Things, work and play, and we discussed Big Things, God and philosophy. We faked thoughts and I made petty arguing comments just to sound like a brain was in my head.
It was perfect.
You said you believed God was a woman, for people are so wonderfully flawed and couldnt only a girl create such emotions and make things so delicate? Our trivial emotions like jealousy and rage, curiosity and adrenaline, they all had such a feminine edge, you said.
You threw in a compliment about me somewhere in there and I nodded and bit my bottom lip because God suddenly seemed very, very real.
You asked me something vaguely romantic and it hit m
In lieu of a SubpoenaTo my Neighbor,In lieu of a Subpoena7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Thank you for refraining from calling the police last night. I must admit (abstaining from any zealous, overreaching hyperboles) that we were slightly excitable during the time in question but boys will be boys, wont they? From the early days when we fling aerodynamically aligned mud pies to the day we graduate to flaming rolls of toilet paper, were still just boys attempting to emulate our ancient forefathers. Those early men who roamed across majestic safari plains, hunting strange and diverse mammals with crude tools, the first flairs of human design before we reached the higher echelons of the technology we know today. My friends and I were very touched that you likened us to these proud, upright figures in our shared history we are all truly primitive, grunting cavemen at heart arent we?
That being said, calling in the SWAT team was a little
Hidden Behind Masked BeautyHidden Behind Masked Beauty4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cover my face in this gorgeous makeup
So that I may feel beautiful inside and out
She takes a tool with a beautiful color
And brushes it across her face
Just the slightest touch
And her face can be transformed
Into a beautiful work of art
Putting on this makeup
Has become a daily routine
And without it on
She feels as though
She is naked
It gives her a boost of self confidence
Without it on
She doesn't believe she is pretty
No matter what people say
She feels ugly without it
This makeup you see
Is a guardian unlike any other
It has become a mask
That hides her pain
And all of her insecurities
But in reality
Her natural beauty shines brighter
And all that truly matters
Is what's on the inside
Not the makeup of worldly beauty
Endless"Endless"Endless7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I correspond with my mind,
Tired hands and the languor of sound.
That a cadence clicking in repetitive tone
And the sweeping of arms across
My face, will erase the sadness
As they pass by my eyes.
Moment by endless moment
I wish for a time of peace
From the conscience that abuses me.
I lie my head down to slumber.
In defeat I cast my hopeless spell.
Weaving mysterious stars
And satin perversions in moist and faded pinks.
Then I stare disheartened at the impossible.
I already know my fate.
It's lying in a crypt of dirges and a eulogy.
Where lyrics fall upon my flesh so hollow and derelict.
Where rose petals fail to rest on me,
Insisting to blow away in the wind.
The stranger of my salvation never comes.
He's as faceless as the clock that chimes my doom.
And little moments of rage and fear groan in the
Tiny essence of each seconds tone.
My belligerent soliloquy is screamed
In the soft sway of the wind of time flitting by.
A storm surges with each pass of the hand.
Like a mind t
Box Him in the EarHe looked so queer sitting up on that stool with an apple in his hand, having not bitten into it yet. He was pale and there was a ribbon around his neck; I wanted that apple and that ribbon too, to tie back my hair. It was a yellow ribbon, reminded me of a honey bee and that apple was so red compared to his pale fingers.Box Him in the Ear8 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
"Little brother, give me that apple you have there." He didn't answer, his eyes were closed and it seemed all the blood that should have been in his body and drained from him and gone into the apple.
"Little brother," I said again, "give me that apple you have there. I would very much like a bite." He didn't even open his eyes to look at me but just sat there, so queer and still on that stool in front of the door. Mother was making dinner and it was quiet, but I could hear her crying, and the water boiling.
I went into the kitchen where she was chopping onions, preparing a soup. Th
Lie DetectorLie DetectorLie Detector8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hello there, nice weather, no?
(I don't know you, nor do I care to.)
I'm only in town for one night...
(You're lucky I'm giving you a chance.)
What do you do for a living?
(I am going to judge you.)
You are beautiful.
What is alcoholism?What is alcoholism?4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Alcoholism is defined as alcohol seeking and consumption behaviour that is harmful. The hallmarks of this disorder are addiction to alcohol, inability to stop drinking, and repeated interpersonal, school or work-related problems that can be directly attributed to the use of alcohol. Alcoholism can have serious consequences, affecting an individual's health and personal life, as well as impacting society at large.
Alcohol dependence is a complex disorder that includes the social and interpersonal issues mentioned above, and also includes biological elements. These elements are related to tolerance and withdrawal, cognitive problems that include craving, and behavioural abnormalities including the impaired ability to stop drinking. Withdrawal is a term that refers to the symptoms that occur when a person dependent on a substance stops taking that substance for a period of time; withdrawal symptoms vary in type and severity depending on the substance, but alcohol withdrawal symptoms can i
PurgedPurged7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am piroetting on your memory.
My vacant eye, once full, has evacuated it's adoration
for you, upon the floor at your feet.
A love pure and true sits as a putrid
emotional fluid in a heap there,
and with it, I pay you homage.
Flies gather to worship,
but butterflies wilt, along
with the flowers they seek as a landing.
This is my last sacrifice.
I emptied tears upon your chest and emptied
dreams upon your promise. All the while
you shoved a maelstrom finger down my throat
and watched me gag.
Here is your reward.
I serve it heated and pungent.
Perhaps that will warm your cold and heartless
body while you rest.
Then, my bulimic soul can seek refuge
beneath a marble slab.
A derelict trophy upon your wretcher's shelf,
sat to shine and yet, I purged.
©2007/08 Azure Renee (silentology)
amputeeAmputee:amputee7 years ago in Open More Like This
Ever more unbalancing the occurrence..
I am my imperfection..
I am the clock..
I am Ggod..
You will have your wings broken off..
Given no compensation for your loss..
As it has been for me..
So it will also be for you..
scent of youthe scent of youscent of you8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I breathed you in
like your kisses, your scent lingers
clean, like soap
my nose remembers
I shiver with those last kisses
and I breathed those in
those last kisses
my body remembers
the scent of you
Bed SheetsBed SheetsBed Sheets8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keeping sleeping children
under bed sheets, he moved
rocks around their bodies
to articulate their shape,
to keep them from moving
too quickly. He will sneak them
dreams like alcohol to let them
know colors and textures too
intense for human fingers.