Bitter laughterI feel overwhelmed.Bitter laughter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My chest feels tight.
My head is numb.
It hurts to breathe.
I want to hurt everyone.
I want to break everything around me.
I want to run around screaming at the world.
But instead I laugh.
I giggle, tremble.
I'm clutching myself because I feel if I don't I'll fall apart.
Now I can't stop laughing.
I'm in my own little world.
I can't, won't, and don't want to stop.
Laughing at everything.
It feels good.
This bitter laugh.
respectHow dare you?respect2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are you to place yourself so high above me?
Are you a divine being? a God?
What makes you so superior to me?
You have done nothing to deserve my respect,
and yet you try to place yourself in a better rank.
You are nothing to me,
so don't you dare expect me to honor you.
Respect is not a right, it is a privilege.
I am dirtyI am dirty.I am dirty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My thoughts filthy.
My body disgusting.
Everything about me is revolting.
I am an abomination.
I deserve no comfort.
No one should care for me.
Yet I am surrounded by such kind people.
I feel pressured that I have to return the favor.
But I don't know how.
3133131 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My eyes have found the bottle,
Half full with a proclaimed solution. Consumption is my body's only need...withdrawal, it's demons kept at bay only by repetitive submission...
The bottle stares back with lifeless, nonexistent eyes...a thousand yard stare only to find me in my own mind, staring at a broken mirror at choices of mere potential...a clap of thunder snaps me from hypnosis.
A sweat grows from the soil of my pours, as my ears pick up the screaming demons drawing closer by the second...insanity is the flare that they so love to follow to my place of solitary self torture.
Closing my eyes only grants those demons the images they were made into, and sleep merely makes them physical unto my subconscious realities...where anything is possible....
Bewitched, all that breathe, breathe to hunt me...paranoia sets in before my vigilance can tell me...I lose track of my location, and the time becomes irrelevant to my struggle and war.
Perhaps blending would serve me? Like a slave for hire
Best DiseaseWaves crash through the emptiness that fills the air aroundBest Disease1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beating rocks upon the shore with silence as their sound
Sunset melts across the sky and paints the clouds with color
Lying there beside you, something wondrous like no other
Suddenly, the blades start slicing through my very skin
Every knife upon your tongue that came from far within
Running through the thickest forest, dirt rests in my cuts
Throwing knives into my flesh, the blade coated in rust
And though you are the one that scarred me, brought me to my pain
I continue dreaming of our kiss inside the rain
Maybe you have broken me, and maybe you’re impure.
But your love is the best disease, and you’re the only cure.
FragmentsThis is my silent plea of help.Fragments2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I dare not speak it out loud, for I fear that you may judge me.
I keep it in, until I feel like bursting, even then I swallow it down.
It burns as it slowly crawls back into my core where it will be temporarily subdued.
I'm afraid, very afraid that one day I won't be able to hold it in any longer.
But at that point it will be to late, and I'll explode
Little pieces of me will be everywhere just floating around.
and all that will be left is an empty doll, with just fragments of what was before.
Red, Yellow, and BlueToo poor to purchase more art supplies, I learned to paint only with primary colors; I covered canvas after canvas--or reclaimed wood when it was a choice between painting or eating--with saturated sentiment. Canary yellow was the color of the dress you wore the day we met--and it harmonized perfectly with your straw colored hair--while cadmium red matched both your tempting scarlet lips and the fire I saw in your eyes. But ultramarine blue didn't suit you, and I never once used it until the day God or Guilt or some Guy stole you from me.Red, Yellow, and Blue3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I've Really Lost My MindThe young man smiled, with just a touch of embarrassment. “I seem to have lost my mind.”I've Really Lost My Mind4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The female attendant looked at him. “This is a railway ticket office.”
“You want the lost property section over there.” She pointed at a counter where a severe-looking man was rearranging misplaced umbrellas.
“Thank you!” The young man nodded politely and headed across to the other section.
The lost property attendant looked up as the young man approached. “Is it an umbrella you want?” He indicated the display.
The young man appeared to be tempted for a moment by a purple one decorated with cats and dogs, but then apparently remembered why he was there.
“No,” he said. “I’ve lost my mind. I’m pretty sure here was the last time I used it—I was trying to work out what would be the cheapest ticket to Inverness on a weekday in June, outside peak hours, travelling with my back to the engin
Mad Father: A Father's LoveAlfred sometimes wondered if his daughter would understand.Mad Father: A Father's Love2 years ago in Drama More Like This
She would follow in his footsteps someday with the way her fingers itched to feel insides of an animal. He saw it and it became a fear for him to never recover from. His wife wouldn’t understand she bore his ill-bred blood - she only saw the innocence in the blue eyes of a little girl.
He worked on his own experiments, but she was once a surgeon as a younger man. He worked at a local hospital in Germany and Monika was a fellow visitor who checked upon her sister. Ironically, he was in charge of the operation and the woman pleaded to Alfred to save her. It was hard for him to turn away from her features, but it was his job to work on people.
It was the only thing he knew.
Now, he believed he had one chance to redeem himself. He was probably going to suffer in the inferno, but he would gladly do it for the sake of his daughter. If only she would understand. It was her loyalty to him which kept him trying and experimenting
KonjukuYou think you are a pebble.Konjuku2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's not the most romantic thing to say to someone, so you'll have to forgive my clumsiness. You think you are a pebble. That you have been worn down and eroded to the point where all corners have been smoothed out. That you have allowed the awkward elbows and ankle bones, the stutter and the scars, to be rubbed out. That you've let them wear you down until you are no longer abrasive when you come into direct contact with what they expect you to be.
You are not a pebble.
You are not small or part of a greater pattern. You are not disposable, at the mercy of Poisedon's temperate shifts. You are not the sum of the parts around you. You are not a pebble.
You are soil; and some may say that that's not the most kind thing to say to someone. People will walk all over you. By that, I mean that you will rise to new heights and be the beginning of something beyond what we have now. Like a sharp cliff you will become the platform that others have to build from
Outlast 1The Open WindowOutlast 111 months ago in Horror More Like This
The thin winding road ended some fifteen or so miles back, giving away to rough gravel and a path maintained to the minimum by the vehicles that frequented this route. It was the only existing road out here to my knowledge, and as long as it wasn’t washed out my little jeep could make the trip just fine. The nearest town was many miles away, this place was in the literally middle of nowhere, way up in the mountainous region of Colorado. It was a lovely drive with no shortage of scenery, huge pines and long grass taking well to the autumn months, nice and secluded if you liked that sort of thing. Insects swirled and bumbled about in the headlamps seeking the promise of warmth the light offered, fully aware of the harsh chill that was to arrive with the encroaching night. The rocks crunched beneath the tires, but I traveled slow ensuring none of them kicked up into the undercarriage. White noise from the radio helped drown out the
BTOM: Purpose and DeterminationBTOM: Purpose and Determination1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was high in the sky, showering the city of Tenochtitlan with golden rays of heat and making it nearly impossible to endure the tiresome arithmetic lessons this early afternoon.
Chicomeacatl wasn’t listening to the instructor anymore, anyway, not since he’d discovered the praying mantis right below the open window he was sitting next to.
It had taken him a while to realize the large predator for what it was. Camouflaged as a dry leaf, it lurked among the foliage, shifting with the gentle breeze and patiently waiting for its prey.
The object of its desire was a slender lizard that bustled over the ground, looking for smaller insects and utterly unaware of the skulking danger above. In fact, the lizard’s persistent search for food drove it closer and closer to its mortal enemy, almost right beneath the mantis’s calculated position.
Body tensed in excitement and fascination, Chicomeacatl held his breath and didn’t dare to exhale, as if the slightest mo
Plain-and-MousyThe King and Queen had produced no children of their own, and so a proclamation was made throughout the kingdom and all the surrounding kingdoms. Anyone who wished to try and prove themselves worthy could come and apply to be the heir.Plain-and-Mousy5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Naturally there were many, many applications—the potential princes and princesses travelling from far and wide. Each applicant came before their Royal Majesties and stated their case, extolling their own virtues and qualifications for the role. Some were dismissed almost immediately; others were allowed to reach the end of their speech before being rejected. But eventually all the applicants were whittled down to just two possibles: Plain-and-Mousy and Tall-and-Lovely.
The two young women stood before the King and Queen on their thrones. Plain-and-Mousy was quivering with excitement and enthusiasm. Tall-and-Lovely was calm and self-assured.
The Queen addressed them.
“We will assign you both three tasks. After they are completed we will
ItchyFirst anniversary: Paper.Itchy8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Our love unfolded.
Seventh anniversary: Wool.
It all unravelled.
Bullet When I was a kid, I wanted to be Superman.Bullet2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They said he was faster than a speeding bullet. Not just any old bullet, moseying home after a long day at the office. A speeding one, tearing up the atmosphere like nothing in the world could stop it. I wanted to punch through the sound barrier and carry on and on, away from everything.
I started running a year after my mom died. I was nine years old, but already fast enough to beat my army dad to the corner of the street. There was a local cop with a big brewster moustache who was always dragging me back home. I forget his name. His sedan could run faster than my legs, and his hand was quick enough to grab my collar. When he was still fetching me back two years later, he stopped by to have a word with my dad.
"He's pretty quick on those legs of his," he said. "You thought about getting him to do sports? Might burn up some energy
poemToday I cried a painful tearpoem10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for the world that's falling apart.
The violence and the terrible ways,
I wish people would have heart.
The people of the world today,
It's obvious they just don't care.
The worlds too busy thinking of themselves,
They're really not aware!
The world is going very fast,
Please hear the words I say.
With a prayer, and some love, and little luck…
We might shape up someday.
I have a message to the world
The only answer I see
The way to keep our world alive,
Is to think more of WE …..than ME!
Antikythera mechanismElise sunk down with the rest of the ship, dragged down by her brass innards. Wordlessly, she begged her creator to let go, but she knew he wouldn't. He'd brought her to life out of love, and he would do anything to save her. Elise watched him struggle and drown, her perfect sculpted face impassive while her mind whirred and clicked behind it in turmoil.Antikythera mechanism2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She hit the seabed and was swallowed in a cloud of mud as the carcass of the ship broke apart around her. Over the ages her gears seized up and her alabaster curves effervesced and decayed, macerated by the sea. Still her soul lingered on. Aphrodite had infused life into her copper heart, and it would never stop now. Never.
She lay in the Lethe for the longest time, while the lives of men went on oblivious above. When she was dredged up, she was no longer recognisable as an entity, let alone the paragon of femininity she had once been. She was limbless and worn, a sentient pebble. They held her in their hands and probed her jammed up m
ResearchSome writers frequently delete browsing history.Research2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His EyesIt has been three months since we heard from the mainland.His Eyes3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Speculation abounds. Some catastrophe has befallen them there: a plague has ended them, perhaps, or a war, or something so dreadful that we cannot even imagine it. We are left here to starve, slowly, as we wait for news and supplies.
At noon we saw a boat on the horizon.
Through the spyglass we saw that its occupant was a lone boy, and that his skin was patterned with lesions. Sula saw something in his eyes, he said, though he would not speak more clearly of it; but he was so shaken by the sight that he begged us to shoot the boat down at a distance.
We were without choice but to obey. We pitied the boy, perhaps, but if he carried a plague – as indeed he must have – any show of mercy might have doomed us. We fired the cannon as soon as he came within range.
At nightfall we burned the flotsam brought in by the tide. There was no sign of the boy's body. With luck the current carried it away, to be eaten by the fish.
Kept in SilenceA young girl, not much younger than IKept in Silence1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lurked in the shadows of an entire generation
Witnessing their criminal ways
That revealed the blood of the betrayed
Blood was sprayed
Thrown around onto the shadows
The crimson glisten visible, even on the girl’s invisible foot
The images had been engraved in the girl’s head
Deep enough to tell her they’re daily routines
But she knew better and wanted to reveal everything
Her predicament, though, was that she was mute
Kept in silence
She was forced to watch the play move on
Hair was torn from scalps with eyes gouged out
Blood dribbling from the sockets
Bare bodies were shattered about
Shells, they were, of her loved ones
Their insides taken away
What heartless people they were
The last person was brought out onto the stage
The girl yearned to capture them
Her arms reached out from the shadows
And they became nothing
If she were to leave what was most precious of hers
She would be nothing
So, she lurked in the shadows, cu
The Crazy Kind"How much is that dragon in the window?"The Crazy Kind2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What, Balthazar? Keep dreaming kid it takes a special kind to care for a dragon."
"The crazy kind."
"You take care of him."
"Aye, that I do."
"Yeah, yeah, don't go pointing out the obvious. What do you want a dragon for?"
" How much you got in your pocket kid?"
The Experiment - Chapter 1I sat there looking at the letter from my GP, it's the same letter that arrives every year highlighting the risks of Flu and the need for vaccinations to minimise the risk of getting it. I sat there, this time thinking that I should get it this year. I had been pretty ill recently and I didn't need another reason to be restricted to my bed. I phoned my GP and booked an appointment for later that afternoon.The Experiment - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The morning came and went as I lazed about the house watching TV, and before I knew it, it was half past two. I quickly got ready and headed out to the doctors surgery. It wasn't far to the Viewfield Medical Practice, a ten minute walk down to the surgery. I walked in and noticed immediately the place was packed more than normal.
"Guess we're all here for the flu shot" I said to myself.
I walked up to the reception desk as the worker behind the desk looked up and said,
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah I have an appointment for the flu vaccination."
"What's your name please?"
It's Always Blackest Before the ThroneCurriculum VitaeIt's Always Blackest Before the Throne3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Snake Cult Leader
General in the Legions of Shagamemnon
Reason Left Last Job:
Green, three-boobed alien women wanting to be taught the Earth-concept of love.
Has own armour (black leather with spikes).
Interviewer’s notes: This guy seems perfect!
I realise there is no way for me to get this letter to you but I feel in need of a sympathetic ear at the moment.
Things haven’t been going too well. I thought the dungeon was the way to go in order to gain power and riches but people somehow completely misinterpreted the whips and chains. Thought it was a place offering… erotic satisfaction. It all made me terribly uncomfortable.
So I gave up and swapped genres from Fantasy to Sci-Fi. But things didn’t improve and now I appear to have ended up in Gritty Realism. I’ve managed to get a minimum w