Forevermore ‘I’m going to be happy’
- Gold Fields.
I stare at the tiny world within my hands. So small, so perfect, so complete. A sense of tranquillity and calm seems to resonate from within it. The ground is covered in a thick layer of pure white snow. So white that it practically glows. There is a miniscule house towards the back of the globe, dusted with a fresh coating of snow. A house that I imagine to be warm, cosy and welcoming. A house that is a home. Sometimes, when my troubles threaten to overwhelm me, I wish I could escape to that house. I wish that I could enter the perfect untainted world encapsulated flawlessly from within the snow globe. For it is a place that cannot be reached by everyday troubles. A haven free from despair and stress and that knows only beauty and seclusion. It is completely safe and isolated from
Kiss Me ‘Together we were made’Kiss Me2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- The Feeling.
‘I know the only thing I've ever found
that’s greater than it always sounds is love’
- White Lies.
Michael gently covers my eyes with his left hand and carefully directs me forwards by holding onto my side with his right. What is he up to this time? All I know is he instructed me to put on my best dress and meet him at the bottom of the stairs. I opted for my bright red knee-length dress that he bought for me last Christmas. I even curled the ends of my dark brown hair and touched up my make-up as he seemed to be planning something special. I can’t help but giggle as he gui
The Man Who Isn't There ‘Lay the young blue bodies with the old red violets’The Man Who Isn't There2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- The National.
I am writing this down because I am terrified. Maybe if I can write down the events that have occurred this past week, I can gauge some understanding of the situation, or at least try and work out what I can do to try and save myself. I don’t even know what is real anymore. Maybe I’ve gone mad. Perhaps this nightmare is exactly that, just a bad dream that I will wake up from. But the problem is, I can’t wake up from this. So it must be real. If anybody is reading this, please find a way to help me. Please. I am begging you.
My name is Saskia Wong, I am fifteen years old and I live in Tokyo, Japan. It was about a week ago when I first noticed something out of the ordinary.
I was sitting in math class, next to
The First Time I Saw Him 'You got my heart in a headlock'The First Time I Saw Him2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- The Feeling.
I first saw him on a crisp, chilly morning in late October. I was late for work and therefore forced to break into a run in order to catch the 7:32 train. This is going to be one of those days, I thought to myself. Running as fast as I could in my uncomfortable work shoes, I rushed toward the train station, heart in mouth as I desperat
His Grinning Skull ‘Waiting for the end to come…’His Grinning Skull2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Linkin Park.
‘I need to get my bearings!
I’m lost and the shadows keep on changing’
The Jack-O-Lanterns line my garden path obediently, their maliciously contorted faces illuminating the way to my front door. Three pumpkins on either side. Six terrifying faces in all. Each pumpkin has a unique expression carved deeply into its flesh, the next more disturbing and sadistic than the one before. The white candles placed within them radiate a congregation of flickering lights, casting shadows of their grinning faces onto the pathway before them.
I’ve always f
My Rosie 'You got wires, going in,My Rosie2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
you got wires, coming out of your skin'
'If you should die before I leave, what on earth becomes of me?'
- Robbie Williams.
I approach the doorway with a bouquet of white tulips and look over at Rose. She looks so serene. So content. Her eyelids closed, her dark hair brushed and parted just the way she likes it, her hands clasped gently on the duvet over her stomach. She looks beautiful. At peace. I almost don’t want to disturb her but I need to be by her side. I need to be with her. I only left her side for ten minutes, but that’s ten minutes more than I would like.
Her hospital room is spacious, making her look even
Hide And Seek 'I've been watching, I've been waiting, in the shadows'Hide And Seek2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- The Rasmus.
'Every step you take, I'll be watching you'
- The Police.
You run down the halls of the dark mansion desperately looking for a place to hide. Your breathing is becoming more and more laboured with every step you take. The floorboards beneath you moan loudly underneath your heavy footsteps. Your blind panic is evident through your quivering and uneven gasps. The silence of the mansion only amplifies the sounds of your fear.
You frantically push and pull each door you pass but none allow you inside. Impenetrable. Defiant against your human strength. You glance back and see me moving silently toward you in the dark. Your eyes widen in fear and you run th
Paranoia 'There's no kindness in your eyes,Paranoia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the way you look at me it's just not right'
- Hilary Duff.
As I look over at you across the table, I can’t help but feel doubt creeping in from all sides. From the outside, our relationship is wonderful. You tell me that you love me every single day, you buy me flowers every week and you look after me better than I can look after myself. You even brought me to my favourite restaurant this evening as a surprise treat. I couldn’t ask for any more. You are everything I could possibly hope for. But yet, something is not right. A dark voice in the back of my mind keeps whispering: ‘Don’t be so blind’. I can’t help but feel that the interior of our relationship is not as perfect as the polished exterior. Something rotten is fester
Love Has Found A Home In This Heart (i)As soon as I first laid eyes on her, I could tell she was falling apart.Love Has Found A Home In This Heart (i)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was in my local Starbucks, waiting for my regular lunchtime coffee to be prepared, considering my long list of objectives to complete by the end of the day, when out of the corner of my eye I spied her across the room. She was sat in the corner of the shop, almost entirely hidden from view behind a conveniently placed pillar. She was huddled over a book, both hands clasped tightly around it, as if holding on for dear life. I found her instantaneously intriguing, partly because she was not one of the regulars that I always saw inhabit this particular Starbucks, but mainly because she just looked so worn down. She looked as though the world had chewed her up and spat her out. She was trying to hold herself together, but I could tell that she was losing this battle. She stood out against the calming atmosphere of the coffee house. She was a visual juxtaposition, like a streak of red paint thrown violently against a
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."A stranger walked up to me today...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
The Lies of Fairy Tales‘Sorrow found me when I was young.The Lies of Fairy Tales2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sorrow waited. Sorrow won.’
- The National.
I sit cross-legged on my bedroom floor surrounded by dozens of children’s books and fairy tale collections. Some of the books are sprawled open onto random pages, where delicate calligraphy detail wonderful love stories, and where colourful illustrations depict beautiful, helpless princesses stuck in towers with chivalrous, handsome knights battling to win their lonely hearts. Other books are piled high on top of one another, creating paper castles and mansions such as the ones described within their very pages, wherein romance blossoms and a happy ending is undeniable and inevitable.
I pore over them all, salted tears falling onto the musty pages, filled with an irrepressible feeling of bitterness. As a child, I loved nothing more than to read these works of fiction. But now as an adult I know that these books are sugar-coated lies laced with deception. I had bee
You Save Me 'When you smile, those sad eyes, look sadder and sadder still'You Save Me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Bat for Lashes.
'That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight, losing my religion'
I walk along the promenade as I listen to Wish I Stayed by Ellie Goulding on my ipod. My feet unconsciously move in time to the music and I look out upon the sea as the sun begins its gradual descent toward the horizon. My deep thoughts are interrupted by the sight before me. The world is such a breathtakingly beautiful place. It's easy to forget this when our lives insist on getting in the way. I stop walking, retrieve my phone from my coat pocket and take a photo of the stunning view before me. Click. I look at the snapshot of the world that my phon
The Grave 'There's nothing I can say, there's nothing we can do now.The Grave3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Goodnight, travel well.' - The Killers.
1982 - 2010
A MAN WHO LIVED A LIFE THAT HE LOVED
AND LOVED THE LIFE THAT HE LIVED
The friends and family of Malcolm Young stand around his grave, united by their silence as they stare at the cold marble in front of them, a myriad of emotions encompassing them all. Three years ago to the day he had died choking on a piece of food. It sounds so ridiculous and undignified. At just twenty eight, Malcolm’s family cannot help but feel as though they have been robbed of a man too young
Read At Your Own Risk 'It's too late when everything goes dark'Read At Your Own Risk3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- The Hoosiers.
Pitch. Black. Darkness.
My eyes attempt to adjust, yet see nothing. I am engulfed in complete blackness. Not even a hint of light can be seen. My eyes are wide open but there is nothing in front of me. Nothing I can see.
I am petrified. Uncontrollably shaking. Huddled in a corner of my bedroom. There is no escape. There is nothing I can do. He is coming for me. Because I know the truth. Because I know of his existence.
You know when you hear your house creaking late at night? That's not your house.
You know when you hear your kitchen tap dripping late at night? That's not your tap.
You know when you hear your cat breathing softly next to you? That's not your cat.
Because I know of his existence, he is coming f
Rose Trees Never Grow In New York City 'All I want is for someone to help me'Rose Trees Never Grow In New York City3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Aloe Blacc.
'Think twice, 'cause it's another day for you and me in paradise'
- Phil Collins.
Times Square subway station. 8.56am. Rush hour. Hundreds of commuters are making their stressful journeys to work, power walking through the station and jostling each other to get onto their various trains. Streams of people pass through the station like swarms of bees, like wildebeest rushing from preying lions. The same human swarm was witnessed yesterday. The same human swarm will undoubtedly be witnessed tomorrow.
Every single human in sight is rushing somewhere with determination, with premature wrinkles lining their foreheads, a serious expression plastered on their faces. Every single human, ex
Think about it.Whether you believe in heaven and hell, reincarnation, that you just become the earth once you're gone, or that you cross over to someplace unknown. All these beliefs can still come to an agreement –– we are not our body. This is a temporary state, and it is as fleeting as the thought of it.Think about it.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Where does that leave us?
That leaves us contemplating existence in this transient state. Coming to a thousand and one conclusions about something as unknown to us as birth while it's happening to us.
We were all born correct? Now we're all alive for the moment, and we know the inevitable - our bodies will stop while we, may also stop, or we may continue without it.
This is as mind-blowing as it gets, and this is our lives.
Right now, whatever your now may be (which is all equally relevant and true) is it.
Why fight with our own.
Why discriminate against our own.
Why judge our own, when we're all part of the infinite all.
Why bother with the superficial? Unless we believe ourselves to b
part-time friendi have yet to find somethingpart-time friend5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that adequately describes what it felt like
to lose you.
A Colourful WorldOnce we all had coloursA Colourful World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yellows, blues and oranges
Greens, whites and tan
Pink, purple, and cream
Violet, brown, and black
Life was good,
Life was peaceful
And freedom reigned
But some began to wonder
If good was good enough
To remove the colourful stains
All the blacks were chained
Life continued as before
For those not black there was more
But the blues wanted to explore
And so were put behind locked doors
The greens they said were fine enough
But their ways were a bit rough
No more running around in the buff
Be like us, follow our bluff
The pinks took pity more than hate
And classes made to change their ways
Their colour was not bound in fate
Act like us they all would say
Violets could live their lives
But change their colours or face the knives
While the browns were denied their wives
So with them their ways would die
The yellows were sick the doctors said
And gave them pills that made them red
While reds were locked behind closed doors
For their safety chained to f
LOSTI cannot let it go,LOST2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm gonna lose it all,
My feelings just they flow,
I cannot stop this fall
I feel alone without you,
I'm Losing All that Here's and True,
I'm so alone without you,
This is what love can really do
I'm so Lost Inside of You,
I'm Losing All that Here's and True,
I'm so Alone Without You,
Though I Never Was In You
I cannot let it go,
I'm gonna lose it all,
My feelings just they flow,
I cannot stop this fall
I'm Losing All that Here's and True,
I'm so Lost Inside of You.
Story of a lying girlThat morning, the sun rose for the fourth time. The vastness of the unfamiliar forest weighted down on her aching shoulders. Back at day one, she discovered that every path looped back to an oak tree. It stood tall in the center of a clearing, much like a beacon of some kind. Still, she thought, if she ended up in this place, then there had to be some way out. It was simply a matter of uncovering the exit.Story of a lying girl3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Attempt after attempt escape failed, and the girl found herself back at this tree once more. With a sigh she rested her back against it. The air tasted of a sleepless summer night; hopeless and warm. The feeling of being stuck in time. Abandonment. It was a feeling that stayed with her, rooted within her heart. You're on your own, is what she told herself these days. It'll be okay. Just gotta keep on going. There is no other way but ahead.
She looked up at the rosy sky. Solitude let to thinking, and thinking revealed old wounds that she knew would open again once she nu
UntitledThere's a jungle on my floorUntitled3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And an ocean on my bed
No longer can I find the door
Time for my monsters to be fed
Another storm on my table
A little earthquake in the closet
So the grounds become unstable
Time's up for me - the rules are set
Walls shiver quivering waves
Thoughts, dreams cover space
Windows blur with cumulus caves
As billowing blinds paint a face
Life and wonder clash at bay
Beating breath be upon my soul
My drawers prey to slow decay
Escape, as is my every goal
The Garden Shed 'I know it's over, still I cling, I don't know where else I can go...'The Garden Shed3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- The Smiths.
'What have I become? My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end'
- Johnny Cash.
'I don't want to be stranded again, on my own,
when the tide comes in, and pulls me below the surface'
The shed in the back garden sat proud. It was surrounded by those it cherished: scarlet red roses, scented purple lavender and grass cut to perfection. The shed was their protector and was completely content, watching over them with incomparable happiness and love. The only indication of its age could be observed by a couple of small imperfections. Its glass eye
Best DiseaseWaves crash through the emptiness that fills the air aroundBest Disease3 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.