DilemmaThis is nice; I like this feeling. I like to sit here, my back against the wall, next to my friend. The movie plays in front of us in its preprogrammed fashion. Without the sounds of the television the room would be uncomfortably still and quiet.Dilemma2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My friend sighs and I look over to see their eyes closed. I lose a little of my happiness now that they aren't watching the movie with me. I wonder if they became bored or if they were tired and didn't tell me.
Now I sit here and listen to the movie, not entirely focused on the pictures. My friend's breathing seems to be just as loud as the movie. I turn the volume down slowly so I don't wake them
Sneak OutIt's weird, walking down a quiet, empty street. The only sound is the hum of the discolored street lamp. All the other sounds are drowned out by the grass and muffled by the houses that are dimly illuminated by the street lights.Sneak Out3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But it's not the empty neighborhood that makes it weird, is it?
It could be this warm air that seems to wave against different parts of your arms and face. Maybe it's that cool wave you feel in your back when you realize it's warm. You don't do it, but you want to feel the grass with your warm hands to see if the grass is cold; contradicting the air around you.
Maybe it's the things you feel when you are somewhere
Fleeting Thoughts"What?"Fleeting Thoughts2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The image of a moon appears and disappears in an instant only replaced by white strikes against a deep, almost dark, blue sky.
"Can you repeat that?"
A tree twitches in a dark landscape only backlit by amber lights from beyond the scope.
A leaf drifts across cold tarmac tarnished by paint and holes. The sound of a dry, light scraping echoes through the ears.
"Is it cold there?"
A building, grey and drab, stands still against a light blue sky. White streaks of cloud drift quickly past in a stuttered motion.
"You should put on a jacket."
Newspapers flutter in an invisible vortex behind the corner of a building only to b
StuckThe walls are crooked. Nothing here is straight. The pictures hang at strange angles, the walls look like they are falling in and even the floors are sloped. The lights don't work, and there is a draft.Stuck2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My ankles and elbows feel strange. The hair on the back of my necks is standing straight up. I feel like I can't breathe.
It's dark, but I can see everything. It's like I have been here all the time and know where everything is, but I also feel like I don't belong here.
I feel like I'm not wanted here and that whatever does belong here doesn't want me here for very long.
But, I don't know where the exit is. I don't know where the doors are
The Lack of:I have a problem with myself that I have never encountered before. There is this problem I believe that everyone has that many try to ignore. Its a problem that many want to disprove, discredit, disrupt, and destroy.The Lack of:4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Why would everyone have such a problem if they have extraordinary talents and gifts? Why would someone who has so many followers and friends consider this in their lives? Who would ever associate someone who receives so much with something like this?
Is this really a problem? Am I sure it isnt a state of mind? How can I be sure that it isnt me convincing myself that I may have a problem?
Can this lead to fear
Light In My UniverseThis isn't how I thought it would be. It started out the way I knew it would. Knocking, talking and repeating.Light In My Universe1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But it's not how I thought it would be at this point. When did I unlock all of the locks? When did I open the door and let them in? Why didn't my eyes hurt when they came in? Why haven't they left?
I would be lying if I said I didn't want them to come in; I've always wanted someone to come in. But they were supposed to be tearing my universe apart, trying to change me into one of them.
Instead they turned down their light, turned it down real low so that they barely illuminate the pitch black space of my universe.
It's strange, r
Universal ChangeMy house is black on the outside with windows blocked out so no light will come in. Out there is bright light and cold wind with white sand. Inside, it's dark and warm.Universal Change2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lately, my house has been feeling strange. I have been hearing a ticking from an unknown source. I fear finding that source and wondering when the ticking will stop. I checked in my basement and it isn't coming from the closet that is in the center. However, I can't help but think that it may have something to do with it.
The ticking only started recently when someone knocked on my door. They keep talking, leaving, and coming back and talking some more. The fire has been low
Monster, I amI sigh all the time. I sigh away my happiness. I sigh all day and I sigh all night. I sigh when I see things and I sigh when I see nothings. I sigh when I cant think and I sigh when I ask another question. I sigh too much and I cant help but keep sighing. Stand back as I become depressed.Monster, I am4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I feel angry all the time. I am always frustrated at everything and it seems like I have no patience. Everywhere I go, I keep myself distanced from everyone and everything. I keep a distance mentally as well as physically. Stand forth as I become scared.
I wish for a lot of things. I wish I could do this and that. I wish I could have these and
Mr. ShamelessNo one can tell me what to do or how to do anything. No one controls me, no one manipulates me. I don't know anyone and they don't know me.Mr. Shameless3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, did you see him?"
"Yeah! What's his deal?"
"Kind of scary if you ask me. Might be some killer."
They know of me, but do not know my name. No one does and no one ever will.
"Someone ought to do something about that guy."
"I say he needs to be beaten up."
"I don't know about that. I keep hearing rumors about that guy."
Every morning, I get up and say a little mantra to myself. Then I eat. Then I come here for eight hours every weekday to do the same thing I always do. I don't do