SunriseThe daily rising of the sun…
It’s one of the most underestimated miracles of the Earth; something that we rarely pay attention to in the ways that we should. Its sight alone can energize us and give us strength to go on when nothing else seems to work. It casts aside the darkness of the night in favor of a new day, where new things and possibilities are available to each and every living being. There’s so much you can learn from the simplest, most fundamental parts of life. Stop, now, to take a moment and appreciate the sun for what it brings. All life on Earth stems from its power to shine every day.
I used to take the sun for granted, too. It was just a part of life that nobody praised, just like nobody praises the grass for growing or the leaves on trees for turning orange and yellow in the fall. It’s such a common theme, it never seemed like there was very much to look into or care for. It’s a perspective that changed with a fateful talk – one t
DestructionDestruction; it doesn’t always have to be something that happens outwardly to the physical world.Destruction2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Destruction can be an internal working as much as an external one – the destruction of the mind being a prime example. It can happen for any number of reasons; a sudden loss, a stirred up, repressed memory, years of torment from the ones you thought were your family and friends... Such destruction to the mind can have devastating consequences, leaving the sufferer incapable of rational thought in their mental anguish. In some cases, it can lead to physical disfigurement, as the psyche is so delicately interwoven into our physical being. Rotting away in a mental state that is so detrimental, the body will eventually begin to rot away from the inside out.
So was the beginning of the end, triggered by something as simple as a sweet melody, once sang by someone who lay close to heart. In turn it brought with it a chain of other memories and sensations – sensations too unbeara
A Tale of Two Dragons - Chapter 1As some of you have learned – and as we all painfully learn with age that the world is not always a safe and beautiful place - legends and stories of heroism are not quite always as they seem, nor do they always have the happy ending we all long for in our own lives. In this particular case, we have an atypical story of kings and princes engaging in a war against evil forces, even if many people misconstrue the details to a point in their verbal exchanges with one another. Naturally though, they wouldn’t have all the correct details unless they were present for the entirety of what went on. Much of what they say is based on rumors and ideas their wild imaginations have brought on from things they’ve seen, such as the magnificent black dragon flying high above the castle early in the morning as the sun rises over the hills. Here and now, I’ll tell you the real story that the villagers could scarcely begin to imagine, starting from the beginning when the two princA Tale of Two Dragons - Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
EvilWhat could be considered evil?Evil2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe you would call Giygas evil, because it was sent to destroy the world as we know it. Maybe you would call Pokey evil, too, for all the terrible things he did in the past and in the future. They were ultimately the main ‘villains’ that had to be faced before they could ultimately destroy humanity as a whole, right?
It’s been a while since I passed to the other side and went with my family, to spend an eternity in a place where we could watch the events down on Earth from safety and with comfort. It wasn’t exactly heaven like a lot of people would imagine it, but it was something beautiful regardless. Each section and place can be shaped by your will, kind of like a dream, in a way. The ‘world’ is only as large as you make it and conflict ceases to exist. It’s a place where you always feel loved, and everyone comes here when they die. There’s no such thing as hell, because there’s something so impo
Happy BoxWhen did it start? I can’t remember so well anymore – it’s hard to remember a lot of things about the past, before things began to change. It’s hard to remember because it’s easier to forget than it is to bear the things that cause me pain – and so all that remains in me is the vague recollection of traumas that once happened. What do we call that again? Repression? I can’t remember that, either.Happy Box2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All those people in the village, they turn to me when I walk by – they say the same thing over and over again in their malicious tones. I stopped listening a long time ago, because even if I can’t remember what spurred all the changes we see today, I can see what it’s done to them.
“Why don’t you get a Happy Box, Lucas? Don’t you and your old man want to be happy, too? Stop being so stubborn and embrace the future of Tazmily!”
Of course we wanted to be happy – and sometimes we were, despite the awkward si
Gender Roles3 AM.Gender Roles2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I found myself looking over at the clock next to my bed, quietly and gently shifting to move out of bed, as to not wake Paula, who slept peacefully next to me with a face worthy of only an angel. It wasn’t the first time I’d woken up at 3 AM; my body had a habit of doing it and I had no real explanation for it. I’d been told when I was fifteen that 3 AM was the devil’s hour and psychics reacted especially badly to the energy that flowed through the Earth at that time, but it’s safe to say that’s just a myth. Paula would’ve woken, too, but she never woke up during the night like me.
Silently, I pulled myself out of bed and wandered through the house Paula and I had gone and started renting; small and cozy, but large enough for a frugal family – a life we’d well intended to live despite my now rich mother and father. I took a seat on the couch and sighed quietly to myself. Whenever I woke up at these times when the vampires stil
The PowerFalling, falling, he’s falling into the darkness and can’t see a thing while he clenches his eyes shut so tightly in fear. There’s no end to it and, as he falls, it feels like he’s floating without any control. Everything is dark, everything is strange, and all that exists is silence; deafening, frightening silence. It’s like he’s died and is falling to the pits of hell now – to the center of the Earth where all is darkness and where one is never seen again. It’s almost like in killing part of himself, the darkness in his heart and in his mind, that he’s killed himself outright.The Power2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ness is afraid of that – afraid of what’s happened on Earth, what’s happened to his friends and what’s going to happen if he’s failed the mission to save the world. Will it be the end for them all? Was it all a mistake to begin with? No, he was sure it wasn’t – he was certain it was all meant to be, but nothing made
A Stab of Happiness“Man, this place is paradise, haha!”A Stab of Happiness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The words left Ness’ mouth in an instant as they – he, Paula, Jeff and their newly made friend, Poo – all wound up at the beach in a new set of clothing that was perfect for the semi-tropical setting. T-shirts, shorts, and in Paula’s case, a one piece bathing suit that caught a few glances not only from the passing men, but from the boys in the group, themselves. It was to be expected – they were all a bunch of teens and Paula was a beautiful girl! Even as thoughts drifted into their heads about the blonde girl, they were just as quickly discharged with a slight blush crossing their cheeks. No need to think about that – they might be teens, but they were still only kids, too.
The sun was high in the cloudless sky, beaming down at them with such a perfect summer temperature; it was hardly a wonder why this place was so popular. The beaches were clean with perfect sand for building sand castles, o