Melodrama"Oh, good morning, Simon."
Simon looked up from the bowl of cereal he was fixing himself and grinned. "Good morning, yourself. Just fixing some breakfast before we head to town—no other food here and I'm half starved."
"Good luck with that," said Holly, regarding the pile of bran flakes that sat inside the bowl. "There's no milk left."
"There's no more milk. Ran out of it last night and I didn't have time to make it to the grocery store."
"But I already poured my cereal!" said Simon with distress.
"That's unfortunate," replied Holly. She then watched with perplexity as her temporary flat-mate set the bowl on the counter, walked over to his cot and collapsed into the sheets. "Simon, what are you doing?" she asked.
Simon threw an arm over his face, covering his eyes with the crook of his elbow. "All that trouble for nothing," he moaned. "What is this? What is my life?!"
"This is a cruel world." The young man rolled onto his stomach, dragging the covers with him until he
Some Simon/Holly dialogues"We should climb up there—we'd have a fantastic view of the ocean," said Simon, gesturing to the nearly vertical pathway that wound its way up the side of the cliff.Some Simon/Holly dialogues3 years ago in Personal More Like This
"No," she replied with complete and utter finality. "No, absolutely not, that has 'no' written all over it."
"Come on, live a little—have an adventure! Leave your comfort zone!"
"I don't want to have an adventure. I'm content with safe mediocrity, thank you."
"Stop being an asshole, Simon."
"I might be mistaken, but I think that calling a terminally ill person an asshole inside a church might be a sin," he told her.
Holly shrugged. "But didn't the Bible say that telling the truth will set me free?"
"Well, that's life," said Holly flatly.
"Yes, but I don't have the greatest track record at life, do I?" replied Simon. "It's like I missed the memo. Really, I don't get why it's so difficult for me. What is life, anyway? How do you life?"
"Sometimes it just feels like I'm going crazy," said Holly. "
I wrote a sad thinginserting this into the epilogue so I can ruin more lives <3I wrote a sad thing2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Who's Benjamin? I think. That's an excellent question.
Benjamin. A boy who paints what he wants to see. A dreamer. A friend. A warm summer night on the rooftop, a hot air balloon, a sea of whispering grass backlit by a kerosene lamp and the fireflies that flickered like sparks from a bottle-rocket. A match-giver, a soft-spoken superhero, a tear-choked goodbye in the shadow of the stars. A boy who was, and will forever remain seventeen years old, who died to make his bird fly once more.
But what happened to you, Benjamin Thomas? What happened to my poor, sweet boy? What could you have done to deserve the darkness that befell you despite all of your hopeless, misguided kindness? Could it be that you were born into a world that was just not ready?
You lived your life before its time—a life meant for the pages of a beautiful book, had your story only been written! You could have been a poem, an epic: lyrical, grand,
adaptation of scene from 'moon in the door'not quite sure where this is going to be in the book, but I'll find a way.adaptation of scene from 'moon in the door'2 years ago in Personal More Like This
"Simon, Simon! Wait!"
His arms were wrapped round his stomach as though he was embracing himself or holding something inside him, though he never stopped walking. Holly followed him, being sure to stay several feet behind as she pulled along his oxygen tank.Holly followed him, being sure to stay several feet behind as she pulled along his oxygen tank. She worried desperately for his lungs, but knew he would refuse to put the cannula back on, so she simply went along behind him for twenty minutes or so until he suddenly veered off the road and made his way towards a small stone church. His strides were swift and as long as his legs, and soon he was walking among the moss-covered gravestones and monuments that littered the grounds. His eyes listed over the various names upon the plaques until he at stopped suddenly at one.
saul sceneDespite this, it was a nice affair: the family was overjoyed to have Saul with us and it was the first time I had dined anywhere else besides my room, which pleased Adele to no end. It was wonderful…until I walked Saul to the front gate.saul scene3 years ago in Personal More Like This
"Why?" I asked him as I watched his crutch kick up dust into the warm night air.
"Why do you get that look in your eye when you speak to Daniel? Has he offended you in some way?"
Saul bit his lip, but didn't respond.
"It isn't him, is it? It's Benjamin. You dislike him because of his brother. Why do you hate Benjamin? He has done nothing wrong!"
"Sara, don't you understand that he did this to you?" said Saul, his voice stretched. "I know he was a nice boy and that you loved him, but you've turned him into a saint in your min. You've canonized him, and you don't realize that if it weren't for him, none of this would have happened to you!"
"It is not his fault that he was persecuted for something so out of his control," I spat, sudden anger s
Loneliness At 4:03am Tick.Loneliness At 4:03am3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
DisclaimerShe wore disclaimers instead of skin.Disclaimer3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
God lustput your hands and kneesGod lust3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to good use, scar your lips raw
and just pray for me
Scene from 'The Moon in the Door'Based off a recent experience I had while visiting a cemetery to see my great grandmother's grave.Scene from 'The Moon in the Door'3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Shiloh stopped for a moment, pausing in front of an especially old tombstone. He knelt and ran his hand along its face, feeling the indents of the words.
Matthew Jonathan Mayland
April 15th, 1904 January 1st, 1921
Loving son, caring friend.
"Shiloh, what's the matter?" asked Emmy.
He didn't answer. He just crouched, his fingers freezing to the stone, his breath rising in clouds from his parted lips.
"I'm scared," he said finally.
"Why are you scared?"
He shook his head. "All these people here, all these people under us, they were once alive, right? They breathed. They smiled. They cried and sometimes the wanted to die. But they all had their own lives and stories and problems, and we don't know any of them. We don't know anything at all." He bowed his head slightly. "The kid underneath this grave, he was my age when he died. He was seventeen. He had a mum and a dad and a family
Like Most PeopleHe'll forget her taste by morning.Like Most People3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
365 vignettes project(1)365 vignettes project4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I have adopted two soul mantras. I can't tell you what they are. I guess keeping them secret has a secret in itself, one that belongs to the universe rather than to me, but the intentions are mine. If I don't say what they are directly though, then I don't think I am breaking the secret. I visualise a running river, moving clouds, falling petals, growing buds, observing sunrises and sunsets, ducks, cats, wind chimes. I hear in my thoughts rain hitting everything, what that sounds like against tree bark, concrete, a car roof, a wooden verandah.
We are as a fire. The smoke rises and becomes of little consequence. It colours the air, twists into shape like moments, and dissipates. We are not the smoke, we are the fire. The smoke should always fall away, it is no use in holding on to what has already burnt out. We are as the fire.
It is not then. It is not even now. The moment has already passed.
There is no moon out. I cut out a white paper moon and held it to
more Sara/Saul arguingthis actually makes an appearance in the novelmore Sara/Saul arguing3 years ago in Personal More Like This
When school ended I thankfully accepted a ride home in Emil's new Plymouth, and while it made me feel terribly selfish, I just couldn't bring myself to wait around for Saul, because his first hour teacher had given him an after-school detention for that morning's tardy. Thankfully, my best friend was of the accepting, generally easygoing variety, and he didn't seem all too perturbed by my decision when I informed him at lunch.
"And I'll have you know that I wouldn't have waited for you either," he told me matter-of-factly.
"That's bosh, Saul," I told him. "In fact, you owe me at least one wait. Remember that day last year when I waited by the bleachers to walk with you to town? In fact, I waited fifteen goddamn minutes for you to finish snogging Pia Grünwald-"
"Hey, hey—she wanted a little kiss so I gave her one! Didn't want to hurt her feelings-"
"You really are a gentleman, Saul. Taking one for the team, were you?" said Erich,
Five MonthsShe finished rehab, relapsed in hours.Five Months3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Taboo: In Each Other's Arms"You're too old", she said, crying.Taboo: In Each Other's Arms3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SWS Challenge - Week 50Pornography banned! Global suicide rate skyrockets.SWS Challenge - Week 503 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
BullyHear me perform it on youtube.Bully3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are not more
than each other but
virginity is a childhood disease;
because my friend tells me
I won't find a way to keep it.
So I do keep it.
You are not more
than me, yet
I bully you:
'sex is an adolescent dream.'
because your friends tell you
that you will hold someone
close enough to have it.
So you hold someone closer.
And it doesn't bother me
that I twitch from the grief,
wince from my gut and ground
my teeth for the truth;
I do those things because
this thought makes sense to me:
I think I'm more
And in Opposite Directions is Where We'll Go... ------------->And in Opposite Directions is Where We'll Go...3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I went Right
You Left me
CrowBarGot hammered.CrowBar3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fragile ThingsChildren in the ditchFragile Things5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Smokin' till they're sick
They live anywhere but home
Mama's a bitch
Daddy's nowhere to be found
Children in the ditch
Playin' with dirty minds and fists
The world's a bitch
Livin' on cigarettes and trips
Doesn't anyone want to save us?
We're just kids, but one day we'll be leading you
Children in the ditch
Lascivious and addicted
They want trouble, drugs and sex
They're dirty and wrong
A huge mess
No, they want acceptance and peace
But this life is taking too long
Don't you know, only fragile things can break
Our minds are full of junk
We're just a bunch of ill-fated punks
We're not worth saving
If it were up to you,
we'd remain forever in this ditch
Smokin' till we're sick
Sleeping anywhere but our own beds
Playin' with dirty words and fists
We were fragile
Broken into the tiniest, uneven bits
Yeah, try fixin' this
even the starsworms they said,even the stars4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
worm like wood they said
in the underbelly of her bonds,
in the something we termed domestic
we termed it pet and we termed it love
we termed it a virtue, anything a virtue.
we terminated her ill our relation ships
the vessels that will carry these mites they
breast stroke like the Monarchs,
and hang-glide the dolphins arch,
the dog just will not make it they said
and every bitch has its day
so make love they said
with the sweat of the sun,
with the pillows of the pavement.
somehow we will make it
so they said.
so I said I love you in panic,
I love you under a busted fire hydrants shower.
remember? in the rain dance of the streets
we screamed all the way into the sun rise before
I said I love you in the entropy of our relationship,
in the viscosity of our relationship.
remember me in you and
in the way the first I love you
never comes fast enough.
you never came fast enough,
I came in multiples of c
bending as I approached your horizon
The Meaning of 'No' and Where to Go From ThereFor my AP Language and Composition class, we were supposed to write an essay on a controversial topic. I chose Rape Culture.The Meaning of 'No' and Where to Go From There2 years ago in Personal More Like This
An important line that seems to be blurred when it comes to sexual advances and the act of sex itself is the idea of "when does no mean no". If a woman is blackout drunk yet still asks for sex, even though she might not remember it in the morning, surely it isn't against her will? Or if a girlfriend says no, maybe she's just playing hard to get, right? Wrong. No matter the innuendos and no matter the situation, 'no' does in fact mean 'no'. Regardless of how drunk the person is or what they are wearing, there is never an excuse for rape or an 'invitation' for sexual assault. But the question is where did this mindset begin and why is it acted upon so often and without reproof?
The catalyst and the enabler of rape is much more complex than just a man's lust: the crux of the issue lies in the idea of "Rape Culture". Rape culture is a society in which people of all a