KindnessKindness isn't a privelege or a right. Kindness is a gift, a gift you hope you will recieve but should never assume you're entitled to recieve it.
You should never do the right thing just because it's the right thing to do, but because it makes you feel good. Showing complete strangers kindness is very rewarding, and if they're just nasty at heart and tell you to fuck off, well, at least you tried. And who knows, maybe that person will keep remembering what you said... maybe it'll sink in over time.
Some people are just having a bad day. Taking it out on others isn't really the best thing to do. If you go to the store, and the clerk says, "how are you?" You've been having the worse day of your life. What do you do? Do you snap at them and tell them to mind their own business? Do you lie and say you're fine? Well, the latter is acceptable, seeing as how you've no idea who the clerk is. Or you could say honestly that your day isn't so great. The clerk says, "if you don't mind me a
This KnifeThis knife. I've been staring at it for nearly an hour as I sit here on my bed. The bruise on my left eye throbs, and there's a stinging on my leg from the large scrape running down it, my jeans soaked with blood and dirty water. My shirt is ripped, blood staining the tear from the slash on my collar bone... and I was fearful of when my mother found out that I "lost" my bookbag.This Knife2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When really, it was taken from me.
Torture. Endless torture. It's the same thing every day from the same group of kids. Why do they attack me? What did I do wrong? I get good grades, I've never stolen, I've never abused drugs... I'm a good kid...
This knife. Just... one little puncture... and it'd all end... my suffering, my torment, my misery... and then they'd be happy. They'd be happy that I was finally gone... out of their lives... because I must've just been a terrible burden on them...
I raise the knife slowly to my jugular... the blade presses on the skin, and I'm ready to cut open my own throat..
I Lost My GlassesI lost my glasses.I Lost My Glasses1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I thought I left them on the table, but I checked and nothing was there except something sharp. I have terrible vision; everything is so blurry, I can't make out shapes.
I move through the house, feeling around. My wife must be painting the walls. I see dark shapes on them, and they're wet to the touch. It's so quiet it the house...
I step on something wet and squishy. I really wish the kids would not bring the pool toys in the house.
I look in the kids' bedroom and say, "girls, have you seen my glasses?" No response, but I can see a lump under each of their blankets. They must be sleeping.
I check the bathroom, but the lightbulb went out. I feel around, and my hand touches the counter. I hate it when the kids splash water all over the place. It's thicker though... soap?
I go into the bedroom and see my wife standing near the window. Of course I could only see her blurry shape cause of my terrible eyesight. I'm getting old.
"Hunny, have you seen my glasses?" She didn
Diary of a Serial Killer - Entry 4April 21st, 2013Diary of a Serial Killer - Entry 42 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sorry I haven't written... I have been extremely depressed because... well, I've been trying to take care of the cats. They're clean now, and I'm gradually feeding them, but of course they're not going to show much improvement over four days. But... the pregnant mama died three days ago... and I've been sobbing like mad. I took the poor thing's body to a vet to check if we could save the babies but... they had apparently been dead for a few weeks before mama died, which may have been a contributing cause. I told the veteranarian about rescuing all the cats and asked for advice. He said to just keep up with what I'm doing and show them lots of love. They need to know I'm a friend.
I've been taking special care of the youngest kittens. There's six of them, and I'm not sure who's the mother because all the cats seem to just ignore them. One of them opened its eyes yesterday, and they're a beautiful ice blue. I've been feeding them baby formula and keeping an eye on them a
Love AgainHear my worries, fear my criesLove Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dread the whispered lullabies
Drown beneath the spinning skies
Feel the truth you can't deny
Taste the blood upon your tongue
Feel the poison fill your lungs
I am she who lies among
Those who know where things belong
Feel the weapons kiss your skin
Listen to the screeching wind
See my power, watch me win…
And never fall in love again…
Myself To RestI'm standing in the middle of nowhereMyself To Rest2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Such a scary place to be
Standing in the middle of nowhere
And there's really nothing here to see
Everything inside is screaming
Go and set your mama free
But I'm young and not strong so all that's left to do
Mama I'm coming home
And I'm gonna try my best
Never to let you go
To the deep, long rest
And sorry if I let go
But I won't be alone
'cause if you go
I'll put myself to rest.
Sitting by your bed for hours
I'm too scared to walk away
Sitting by your bed fro hours
Maybe that'll turn to days
And mama, I don't really care it
Goodbye, is all you say
'cause at least it's your voice..
But I was walking home
Mama I was all alone
And I ran without looking both ways
Red inside the street still shines
'cause i didn't run in time
Sorry mama, what was I thinking?
Mama, I can't come home
Sorry I tried my best...
Never to let you go
To the deep long rest
And sorry, Ma, I let go,
Hard to think I'm alone
So I tried to sh
Remember when I Died?Remember when I died? No, probably not. As you stood there laughing in my face, pushing and shoving me, telling me everything that was wrong with me... I fell. I fell hard. I've fallen before, but when I fall that hard...Remember when I Died?1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I wasn't me anymore.
Breaking down and crying, your laughter increased, and you called upon others to join you. It's fun to see someone cry, fun to see their world being torn apart, fun to have nothing more to live fo--
Where did that knife come from? Was I carrying it around with me? Did you have it? Who knows... I don't remember. But it's on you. My blood is on your hands.
But you're happy now. You're happy I'm gone. You're all happy I'm gone. I'm just sad I didn't get a chance to write my suicide letter. Hmm, you'd probably laugh at that too. Because I'm so funny. Because my pain is so funny. Because my death is so funny.
What about my friends? Are they sad I'm gone? Of course not. No one can be trusted. Everyone will betray their most loyal friends. People