My Old Friend and ComradeMy Old Friend and Comrade4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time that I saw you was within Test Chamber 17.
You were smooth, gleaming with brilliant rays that I could barely open my eyes.
You were beautiful.
You were perfect.
We overcame one obstacle after another.
Your sweet whispers rang like chimes in my ear.
"You're doing great. You'll be out of here in no time."
"The way you tumble through the air was beautiful."
"You are so smart. I couldn't have thought of that."
I indulged myself in your honey voice, like a butterfly hopelessly entranced in the aroma of thousands of flowers.
You were the friend I had been looking for in my life.
She asked me to burn you.
The cold, lifeless voice prodded and poked, like barbed thorns dragging and scraping through my mind.
She thought you could not speak. She thought I could disregard you. She thought you were silent.
But no. You were much more than just a partner. You were a comrade that had travelled with me since the start of the chamber.
You were a friend that cheered me on when I sat in fru
Unforeseen fateForgotten soulsUnforeseen fate9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They all wait at the station,
waiting for their unforeseen death
They walk aboard
the joyful passengers,
blind to their fate
Forgotten that night,
the train plunged off the rails
Into the past
These mysterious faces,
shall never be remembered
Dirty little secretDirty little secretDirty little secret8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im crying again
My tears are falling like snowflakes in the winter
What I feel is killing me
Because you make me want to
Die die die
I love you more than I love my own life
How come you dont understand?
How come you left me?
And dont even talk to me
I feel my whole world is depending on
Im listening to the songs you gave me
And I cant see what Im writing
Black acid tears blind me
And in my blindness
I find that loathsome loneliness
That spals the remaining peaces of my already broken heart
Its just you who did this
Hard to believe, huh?!
It must be good to hold some other slag
It must feel glittering to do her in the dark room
She may be the one youve been searching for
The one and only you could hurt me with
The one I hate the most
The one Id kill within a second just to have you
Again and again
I dont know what to tell you now
My words are like the cracked mug
Good, but still broken
The Once Great KingThe Once Great King10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The forest path is silent. No bird or beast is near. A soft snow gently falls through the bare trees. The large flakes reflect the moonlight giving everything a muted pink glow. Still everything is silent, but now a noise travels throught the trees from a distance. It seems louder than it is because of the stark quiet of everything else. The sound is a deep crunch crunch. Something is approaching.
Out of the frosted mist steps a horse, his cracked hooves crunching down the snow as he lumbers forward. The once proud animal hangs his head until his nose grazes the snowy ground. The bursts of hot air coming from his nostrils billow up and around his black eyes that, once so full of life and spirit, are now hollow and empty. This horse that in its time was a beautiful and shining stallion of valiant heart, now carries its rider as a broken down nag, lame from the life of a horse of war and servant to his master. His dressage, his banners to show his victories and servitude,