Once Upon This WorldOnce upon this world, I was asleep. Asleep and content, blissful unawareness had overtaken me and I loved it. Once upon this world I saw what I wanted, however briefly, it was no less mine. Once upon this world, there was nothing that could make me happier than time cast into oblivion carelessly abandoned in the ether. Once upon this world, I woke up.
Smiley ManThere are those stories in the papers where a person has died and their pets have eaten their faces off, and everyone's always so disgusted by the dear trusted pet eating their owner, (how can you blame the animal? It's efficient.) Sometimes the owner isn't actually dead, they've just passed out, so they wake up and have no lips, and they look like they're grinning. Like a skull.Smiley Man3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My childhood Smiley Man was like that, but no eyelids either. He looked like a skull, in that way, except he had eyes and there was skin on his face, just not over his teeth. And all he ever did, really, was chase. So I'd run, and I'd think I'd have got away, but he
Dirty LaundryLoading up the washing machine, and my mind is sprawling around in several destinations far from this cramped room. I spritz my clothes- no, actually I drench them with that spray- the kind that's supposed to work miracles on any stain before the affect fabric even goes in the washer. This was my favorite shirt. My favorite shirt. I'm just not thinking today, am I?Dirty Laundry2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cotton feels good on my fingers, even though I'm stuffing it roughly into the machine. And all the towels...I didn't learn it until I'd moved out, but Mom was right: washing towels and clothes in the same load led to an outright ungodly amount of lint stuck in everything. I pa
Tumbling Down He said he was smart enough to be a Mensa member. She asked what that was. David said it was a group of people who took a test and were admitted to Mensa only if they tested as geniuses. Susanne just looked him, not entirely surpised and not entirely convinced David was right about that. Without knowing, and in light of what David did or didn't do for a living, Susanne went back to reading a novel she picked up on her weekly trips to the library.Tumbling Down2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Susanne and David had arguments now about those novels she read. She read everything from bestsellers to older classics, including childre
gold and bonesSully was pretty sure he wasn't cool enough. He had a yellow american appearal hoodie, brown bangs that fell into his blue eyes, and his father's old pentax film camera, but it wasn't enough. He was cool, but not Anthony McCormick cool.gold and bones2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anthony was effortlessly cool, from the way he dressed to what he talked about. It was cool when Anthony breathed; not that Sully had spent a lot of time thinking about it or anything. On the day in question, an afternoon in May, Sully was walking through the old town district, looking for prospects. He was always looking, wherever he went, framing photographs with his eyes before he ever brought out his came
Yellow onceThat's the thing isn't it? Just the thing. Anytime, anywhere, any small biting coincidence. Or just some conclusion after a long series of mistakes, and words you shouldn't have said. And I get to think about that through the incessant buzz of everything in every corner of this goddamn place while Mary turns on taps and turns off taps and pitter-patters around the wet floor square we call a bathroom. And I bite down on my tongue so I don't snap at her.Yellow once2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love her, sure. But god, god, sometimes. Sometimes I hate her.
She doesn't answer, she's turning on taps. She's picking things up and putting them down and focusing very hard on
LabyrinthJulian: "We shouldn't be here Kelse."Labyrinth3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Kelsey: "Please. How else are we suppos-"
Security Guard: "Who's out there?"
Julian: "I told you."
Kelsey: "Shut up."
Security Guard: "I said who's out there."
Julian: "It'll be a cake walk you said. Bullshit Kelse."
Kelsey: "Shut up and c'mere."
Security Guard: "Do you two know how much trouble you're in?"
Julian & Kelsey: "Sir?"
Security Guard: "Found in a restricted section of the labyrinth past curfew."
Kelsey: "I-We didn't kno-"
Security Guard: "Let me see your hands."
Security Guard: "Kelsey Montgomery and Julian Bailey, you
SapplingBack in preschool the boys would always tease me.Sappling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You're a girl."
"You can't do anything."
Defiantly I would cry back, "Yes I can!" And they'd laugh at me.
The sad part?
They weren't the only ones.
In elementary school my teacher would always look at me in the same, tired fashion.
"Why didn't you do your homework?"
"Why aren't you doing anything?"
My reply would always be this:
"I was told I'm stupid and can't do anything."
Again, this wouldn't be the last time.
Middle school was always a barrel full of monkeys and fun.
Once again it was boy trouble.
They were all so handsome, so hot, so sexy, etc.
But did they find me attract
Dearest Victoria When we became the Pokemon League Champions I was so proud of us. The combined effort of every member of the team pulled through and claimed victory. But I could not shake the feeling of failure, having lost Victoria the Victreebel at the last moment.Dearest Victoria6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
After the celebrations held in our honour my path led me to Lavender Tower where I would lay her soul to rest. I could only go alone, not wanting my new-found fans to witness me crying again. The channellers assured me she would be peaceful in the afterlife which comforted me, slightly. She would be at peace and I knew she would forgive me; but I wasn't sure that I could.
Was it easyI used to believe that the world was small, that it was mine, and everyone else was a character in a play, and when I died I'd be born, my life a foetus dream, that would just carry on. I used to believe and that was enough. That people were honest.Was it easy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought that things were easy.
Now I believe in science, and ghosts, and sometimes my gut, but I don't believe in much.
I was afraid of death, shouting, flapping wings, creaks and the shadows on my walls. I'm afraid it'll all get broken. I'm afraid of truth and lies. I'm afraid I understand too well and too little.
Of how little I can believe in.
The dusty light in the morning, stretching
Daddy's Little GirlAlexandria was never a patient woman. No matter the situation she never wanted to be kept waiting. Especially when something concerned her precious little girl, Maria. Her little girl was late coming out of school, she had watched the other children stream out for a good ten minutes now. Not even the crisp spring air that caressed her body could assuage her right now. Whoever or whatever was keeping her little girl was going to face hell. She waited for a few more minutes before walking up to the front door, ready to march in and drag Maria out herself. She swung the door inward and was met with a small force colliding with her midsection aloDaddy's Little Girl3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
god, earthworms, and coca colamaybe when the paint peels from my little red wagongod, earthworms, and coca cola7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'll let you buy me a soda from the five and dime,
and we can catch fireflies by the lake and maybe
maybe i'll teach you how to fandango
(by the light of the moon that pulls the turning tide.)
and maybe, when the leaves turn gold and the morning frosts
i'll let you walk me home,
and you'll ask me
what my favorite sodapop is and if i believe in god.
(religion and politics, but then
we were never polite company,)
and i'll tell you that
i don't know,
that i never could decide between coke and dr. pepper,
and that god is kind of like soda when you shake up his followers
so i nev
She Was a Stormcloudshe was a stormcloud, and you loved her,She Was a Stormcloud1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the two of you took walks and wore
nothing but promises,
broken chains and
strands of pinkish pearls.
and the two of you kissed under trees that attracted silver lightning
(metal branches scraped the sky, and you, always faithful,
tipped your coat over her head to keep her dry.)
but she never stayed that way.
in an instant, she had whirled into the rain
and danced without clothes,
and she left you
with the pain of frostbite on your naked skin
where you trusted her to kiss you warm,
and you thought you heard her laughter
when the sun came out again the
HereFour year old Keaton gripped a green crayon in his tiny fist, pressing it hard against the paper. His parents fought beneath the sound of the tv in the background. Scribbling in rhythmic circles, he furrowed his brow. His mother came into the room, a dishtowel in her hands.Here3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What are you drawing, Keaton?" Her voice had the tremble of someone forcing their words to sound happy.
"Money," he said, then glanced up.
She came closer, examining the pages scattered around him from behind. All contained a dollar, done again and again in various sizes.
"You've drawn a lot of it."
"Yeah," he sa
Get upHear me read itGet up4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sat on the edge of her bed staring at the floor. Within her scope of vision there were many things she could look at. Many things to think about and process. There was a slate blouse that had wilted at the bottom of her bed, or her pale foot placed beside it. The foot looked unnatural there, with no pressure to grip it to the ground it looked unbelonging, like a cast aside prop. Yet she did not look, or think, or notice.
She just stared, blindly, for an hour, her thoughts were obnoxious and churned the paltry paste of self-disgust in her heart muscle, but they were relatively quiet as she repeated over and over in the fo
A Green ReachThe farmland settles into me each timeA Green Reach6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the long road to things.
All my insides are shifting
to let the roots weave through. The sky
never seemed so close as when the short trees
ground themselves in your own fertile belly:
cloud friends, you are only a green reach
I came for the sky, but I'm learning to need
the farms, like learning coffee
in your milk and sugar. An accident, but the sky
is so good
that I have to have it all,
that I can't resist anything
it touches. Joy has her fists
in my hair and her breasts
against my back, and each time I laugh
I fall in love again
forever. I meant to root
here, to di
Broken OathMy eyes are black,Broken Oath5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As night is day,
I shall stay.
Taken blood oaths,
Hold no regrets,
'Cept the ones,
Dealt by the stolen wretch.
Into the night,
Taken from us by
The hidden day.
Now he walks,
Under the nightmare sun.
Our blood burns,
Our brother is none.