Humpty DumptyHumphrey Duncan was a rotten child; he would climb up a ladder and sit upon the tremendous wall that surrounded the vast garden of his house, which towered over the streets below, its windows like eyes, judging those less wealthy than Humphrey’s father. Some japed that the large house was needed in order for the boy to get inside; he was after all a portly lad. Those who did not live in the town or know the boy may have pitied him upon hearing these jeers, but rest assured their worries were set at ease when they passed the wall that bravely held up the lump of a child. Humphrey would spit the seeds and stones of plums and mandarins at passers-by; when they were out of his firing range he would shout and mock them in the cruellest of fashions and no matter whom it was that suffered, complaints went unheeded. Complaints to the boy’s father were waved away carelessly,
“Boys will be boys,” he would say, “Really he’s as cute as a button.” One might
Ding Dong BellThe bells of the church tower chimed proudly as the announced to the world that midnight had struck. Little Johnny Flynn’s cries would have been drowned out by the noise if it wasn't for the fact he was gagged, as he struggled to keep his head above the water. The full moon peered down the well shaft, her pale face mocking him as he attempted to scramble up the slimy walls and sliding back down like a spider being washed down a water pipe by a shower of rain. A silhouette appeared in amongst the moon’s gibe, it leaned over the edge and Johnny could make out the heavyset body of Tommy Stout. Tommy’s face looked grey and it wasn't just the light that made it so, his eyes were unpitying and his mouth a long line as if someone had cut across a watermelon with a scalpel.Ding Dong Bell1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Do you understand now?” The boy asked, his viciously soft voice echoing down the well, “This is how it feels to suffer, like the animals you torture, it’s not nice is it?” Jo
How Can We LoveHow can I love, when your love is different?How Can We Love4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
How can you be close, when my desire is to be separate?
I don't understand, I'm confused,
A new pain forming inside of my chest,
A tiny compressed fear;
Tears falling like whispered words,
So what do I do now? Give up?
Or do I press onwards, despite the fact that
Your every word hooks into my heart like a tiny barb
I need you to want me,
I need you to love me
Please, just give me a sign
You love me,
You need me to love you.
But you don't want to be reminded
Of all the times you've tried.
My love is through words, small gestures,
But my language is too quiet for you to hear
Your love is through actions, through feelings
And it is too loud to notice through the storm outside.
I need to feel valued
And that is through calm relationships.
You need to feel comfortable, secure
And that is through obedience
But your oppression is killing me
Unable to say the words myself,
Clearly and Simple I canno