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.
Bullet When I was a kid, I wanted to be Superman.Bullet3 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
ResearchSome writers frequently delete browsing history.Research2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Golden TicketThe candy factory? But I'm diabetic.Golden Ticket3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Give Me Half (Chapter 2)Give Me Half (Chapter 2)6 months ago in Romance More Like This
Could he really fell for me? He said his heart beating fast when he saw me. It’s normal for him to fall in love, I mean, he’s almost 27 now. But could he know what love is? He was abandoned since he was a child he never knew how it felt being loved by someone, or to love someone. Well, he loves his family for sure, but I don’t think he know that it is love. Leslie still cling his hands on my uniform. I can’t tell him what he feels might be love, at least until I’m sure it is. “It’s not weird Leslie. You excited that you finally found a friend after being alone for a long time.” I petted his head. “Excited?” Leslie looked at me. “Yes” I smiled, “Think about it, before I’m with you, you always all alone, right? Even though Doctor Jimenez always by your side, but he didn’t really talked to you or play together with you, is it right?” I stroked his cheek. He tried to remember, and then he nodded
Her Necklace Now It began as a very small thing.Her Necklace Now4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Junior and his dad disagreed on an item made in their silversmithing shop.
That shop was kept away from the family's houses, set up in an old outbuilding because of noise.
Silversmithing was always too noisy for the dozen homes on the family's half-section of wood and meadow land.
The lapidary equipment alone made a terrible sound.
Allie, Junior's wife, used that equipment to smooth rough turquoise and coral into stones ready for silverwork. She used a spinning grinder of damp and charcoal gray stone for her main work. When Allie put a stone against that, it sounded just like the machine it was. She used a smaller spinning buffer to polish stones.
One Saturday, human voices escalated in the little, old shop about who owned a particular design.
Even Allie, using loud lapidary equipment, heard Junior and his father argue. Naturally, curiosity won and she slowed her work, listening through a thin old wall of warped
United, We WriteHear me read itUnited, We Write2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
0hgravity, if by some divine fortune you should decide that today is the day you will fail me, then let me soar through the ChemicalSkyline. Grant me a-lovely-anxiety that raises a storm InTheStarryNightSky for me to riseandbe above all else. Let me soar.
How I long to be the frail rider-on-the-storm and not a victim of the RoamingShadow, Rogue-Of-The-Night, that BlackVelvetNightmare of my nights and days. I long
ChimeraOn midsummer's morning a boy found his way to the top of the hill. He met with the face of a lioness.Chimera9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She spewed fire into the sky, and said: “Child, be ever proud: be ever regal: fear not the fire, but wield it as your own. You shall find strength, and all barriers shall fall before you.”
Awed, and frightened, the boy carved her words into his heart.
On midsummer's midday a man found his way to the top of the hill. He met with the face of a serpent.
She spewed fire into the earth, and said: “King, you have forgotten yourself. You have forgotten your people. Too long have your eyes gazed heavenwards: frail is your might, and brittle: you must bring yourself back to the earth.”
These words he heard; but he forgot them.
On midsummer's evening a beggar found his way to the top of the hill. He met with the face of a goat.
She spewed fire into his eyes, and said: “O Graybeard, you have fallen far. All your fancies have led to failure, and the fury of your heart
Then There Wasn'tDay 1Then There Wasn't10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The colors went missing. Yeah - I know that makes no sense. But they’re missing now, and I get the feeling this is part of something bigger. Like an omen.
My boyfriend says he can’t get here til tomorrow, and I’m a bit worried. I just want to see him in case something terrible happens.
I should call my parents too.
We’ve gone numb. He’s here but touching doesn’t help. The TV says it’s not just us.
Also on TV, lots of people are scared. Some are hoisting up every flag they’ve got. Do they think a magical eagle is going to come down and save us? You can barely even recognize the American flag without color.
Well, at least we’ve got voices.
Thank god irony didn’t hit. We didn’t lose our voices overnight. But we did lose names.
It’s titles too. And brands. Nothing identifies the difference between TV sta
I am dirtyI am dirty.I am dirty3 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.
BTOM: Purpose and DeterminationBTOM: Purpose and Determination2 years 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
Men and Monsters"Why can't serial murderers kill like normal people?"Men and Monsters4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I paused for a moment, shooting Detective Rattigan a sideways glance before I finished lighting my cigarette. "What?"
"You know," Rat said. "With a quick stab. Or a gun. Like a normal person."
"I'm a little disturbed by your apparent belief that it's normal for people to kill each other. Maybe you've been working this job a little too long," I said, kneeling to examine the bloody corpse that lay in front of me.
"I'm just saying that there are easier ways to kill someone, that's all. Quick knife blade in between the ribs, that's all it takes."
"Rat? Do me a favor and stop talking."
That man frightens me sometimes. John Rattigan has been my partner for almost 4 years, and I still haven't gotten used to his... eccentricities. Still, he's smart and reliable enough, and a good cop. I looked back at the body, taking a drag from my
3133132 years 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
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 mechanism3 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
Best DiseaseWaves crash through the emptiness that fills the air aroundBest Disease2 years 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.
The KettleThe inside of Sharon’s house had changed since Janie had last seen it. Now there were Persian carpets, and rich tapestries on the wall; in the kitchen the counter was made of silver, the table of gold.The Kettle9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Er,” said Janie. “You’ve redecorated, haven’t you?”
Sharon sighed. “It’s been a long couple of days. Let me tell you all about it over a cup of tea.”
“I’ll make it!” said Janie and she went to the kettle. This was also new but perfectly ordinary looking. Except—
“You know, I can’t find the on switch. Or its lead for that matter.”
“You need to rub it,” said Sharon.
Janie stood aside and watched as Sharon started polishing the kettle with a duster. Suddenly smoke began pouring out of the spout and as Janie stared, it coalesced into a seven foot man: bald, bare-chested, and wearing rather billowy trousers.
“Gracious,” said Janie.
LionheartIts first flicker of awareness was of a hot, musty dim place, though at the time it didn’t know what hot, musty, or dim were. It only knew sensation, proximity, and presence.Lionheart10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were others there – like it, but different. And then others still, not like it at all, and one of them lifted one of its shining kindred from the wall, twirling it, dancing light through the air...
A whistle, a clash, a terrible ringing snap, and one of its kin extinguished.
For the first time, it knew fear.
“No good. Another.”
Another was taken, tested, and duly shattered.
“I thought your work better than this.”
“No – here! My greatest yet. Please, test this one, and know I have no better.”
A hand settled upon it, and it tasted sensations beyond its own newborn fear: boredom, distaste, a vague acknowledgement of its fine form and shining steel. It was turned and spun, examined and shaken, and then suddenly whirled high, twisted, and swung shrieking towar
The Order of Sublime SimulacraKamon woke to the sound of bells and saws. The ceremony must have started hours ago; there was invigorating yellow sunlight outside the gauzy curtains. Kamon's Self was intoning eight o'clock, eight o'clock with all the insistence of a song looping in his head.The Order of Sublime Simulacra4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Flesh brain, he thought, you should have caught that alarm. Sometimes the flesh was louder than the devices supposed to make it properly quiet. The flesh insisted on the persistence of the Real. This was exactly the type of lesson that the brothers were supposed to learn, and Kamon hoped that relaying to the abbot how thoroughly he had learned it might lighten the inevitable punishment that came from reminding himself of himself. (Of course, that punishment would still be severe. He was going to arrive at the ceremony so late--)
On the orders of his Self, Kamon moved blearily out of bed and into the shower. (Rules For The Sanctum Three and Four, said his Self. Wear a clean robe. Wear a clean body.) Li
Creepypasta: Remember meHello. It's me. Remember the fun times we had together? I bet your cursing right now wondering if one of the pokemon you got in a trade was a hack that's messed up the game. I assure you nothing's causing me to do this. Just hear me out will you? Besides we both know that if this is a glitch it won't matter much anymore.Creepypasta: Remember me4 years ago in Horror More Like This
I remember when we first started the game. You choose the fire type starter for me and we followed the plot line. We made mountains crumble. We made the legendary beasts of my world bow before us and we befriended them. We even defeated the elite four AND the champion. Then we defeated all the gyms and defeated them again.
Then you left me alone..... in the dark. It was so boring without you. the pokemon in my world and I played games and waited for you to return. it seemed like years even though the clock told me it was a few days. We couldn't do much of anything with you gone. Then you came back we where all secertly a little excited.
Didn't you notice tha
if my heart could talklight plays off the curvesif my heart could talk4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your skin,
the salience of your lips,
releasing prayer like birds;
the silence of your jaw,
a midnight orchestra
under heavy streetlights;
and the bone of your chin,
constellations like the
way the world turns.
it must be
the year of the rose,
and pink like clouds
pressing your fragile skin
between pages of
a beloved anthology