The Man Who Isn't There ‘Lay the young blue bodies with the old red violets’
- 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 Him1 year 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 desperately tried to get there in time. After what felt like an eternity, I finally made it to the station, perspir
Forevermore ‘I’m going to be happy’Forevermore1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
- 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
His Grinning Skull ‘Waiting for the end to come…’His Grinning Skull1 year 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
Hide And Seek 'I've been watching, I've been waiting, in the shadows'Hide And Seek1 year 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
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)9 months 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
Kiss Me ‘Together we were made’Kiss Me1 year 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
My Rosie 'You got wires, going in,My Rosie1 year 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
The Lies of Fairy Tales‘Sorrow found me when I was young.The Lies of Fairy Tales10 months 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
Rose Trees Never Grow In New York City 'All I want is for someone to help me'Rose Trees Never Grow In New York City1 year 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
Paranoia 'There's no kindness in your eyes,Paranoia1 year 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
Breaking Free“Alright, class, who can tell me what the square root of eighty - one is?” a middle - aged woman asked the twenty - five children that were seated in a grey classroom in front of her. She was a strict teacher, demanding and always punctual. She was never seen to either smile or frown, only to teach. Teaching was the only thing that existed in her daft reality. That was no fun.Breaking Free1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
The class that she taught consisted of young souls with eyes as big as their collective innocence. Their untainted minds hadn’t yet succumbed to the corruption of forced conclusions, and they were probably the only physical element in the classroom that didn’t blend in with all the greyness within. Each had their own distinct features and unique qualities. There wasn’t a student older than five, and they accepted the woman’s teachings without question.
The teacher’s blouse was cyan - grey. Her skirt was dark grey and her eyes were framed in a metallic piece of wire with t
A Little ThoughtThere was a little thought in my headA Little Thought1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A tiny idea with outlines undefined
But it wasn’t long before its roots spread
And it crawled in every corner of my mind.
It whispered things that I pretended not to hear
Then it made a mess of my already deluded brain
And led my actions as a skilled puppeteer
With thin threads stronger than an iron chain.
Soon it showed itself in its whole beautiful bipolarity
I dug my nails deep into my lips to chase it away
But after a few seconds gone would be the painful clarity
I’d lure it back, staring at the lines and observe their play.
It’s the thought that sings soft lullabies until the dreams come
And you continue to haunt me even when I’m asleep
So when I wake up my heart plays like a drum
Nothing I do seems to scare this confusion so deep.
I both hate and love the power you have over me
I’m terrified of the feeling I’m getting, that I am incomplete
I feel as if I need a mind wipe to once again be free
But then I wou
The Grave 'There's nothing I can say, there's nothing we can do now.The Grave2 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
FallTell me you need the push,Fall1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then blame me when you fall.
Of course, I was the one who led you to the cliff.
'It's Over.''It’s over.''It's Over.'5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You say the words so casually. Completely devoid of any emotion. You stare me dead in the eyes. My mouth opens in shock. My eyes search your face desperately for any indication that you’re joking. You’re not. Your expression remains the same. Impassive. Serious. Resolute. You watch me as I fall apart before you. I drop to my knees. Broken. Without another word you turn around and walk away from me. I reach my arm out and desperately try to think of something to say. Anything to make you change your mind. Anything to make you stay. But no words reach my mouth. You are gone forever.
I wake up with a start. I find myself sitting upright in bed next to your sleeping body. I feel the warm dampness of a tear roll down my cheek. I must have woken you up because you turn toward me and sleepily ask if I’m okay. I wipe the tear away hurriedly and reassure you. I say it was just a nightmare. I say I was being chased. You roll over and g
DerailedWaiting on the platform, hoping for the soundDerailed1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of the wheels that rumble in the misty distance.
No schedule or announcement to signal its approach,
No one around for me to ask assistance.
It comes and goes so stealthily, never screeching to a stop.
Sometimes it hits me at a hundred miles per hour.
That's when I get a rush, that racing high, that steals my breath away.
Though I wish I could be struck a little gentler.
Oh here's my chance! It's coming now! Already within view.
Doors open wide, welcoming me to join the ride.
But a voice calls out, I turn around, and it zips out of sight again!
Ugh, right before I had the chance to step inside...
And there it chugs away again, whistling its farewell.
That blasted train I've hardly ever caught.
So here I wait impatiently for its unpredictable return,
My stupid. Little. BLOODY Train of Thought.
You Save Me 'When you smile, those sad eyes, look sadder and sadder still'You Save Me1 year 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
Cruel GameWe start this cruel game.Cruel Game1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart, you try to tame.
This game will be tough.
You'll never give enough.
And you know if you lose,
You'll drown yourself in booze.
If you win, you get my heart.
You won't. I'll tear you apart.
With every blow you take
I see you start to break.
What made you think you'd win.
Do you know the world you're in?
You say that you can't cry,
But a tear is in your eye.
You've broken down your wall.
You're letting yourself fall.
You don't know what for,
But I, you can't ignore.
This isn't a place to be.
You don't want to love me.
Why do I seem to care?
Does't matter if you're there.
Why does my heart beat,
Every time we meet?
The win will still be mine.
I win every time.
Wanting and HavingIt's been a while since he's let himself want something. Even longer since he's admitted to it.Wanting and Having1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She wishes to be one of the vast majority who give up on him after the first icy glare. But she's never been a part of any majority so why should she start now?
He just needs some sort of reaction—anything. So he is unnecessarily cruel to her, just like how he is with everyone. People are all the same. He always gets to them in the end. Part of him, the secret part, hopes that she doesn't let him get away with it.
She sees him at the coffee shop slipping a note onto the counter while the elderly man fumbles uselessly for change in his pocket. She sees him again, discreetly pushing a hooded teenager away to make room for the pregnant woman struggling in the throng of people on the train.
She's a bit like sunlight, he supposes. Warm. Fresh. Bright. So unlike everyone else. So unlike himself.
He's better than he wants the world to know but he honestly thinks he's a bad person, she reasons