Fight in a Hospital They said she was too old to have a baby.Fight in a Hospital4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Doctors said she'd die if she had a second one.
Lettie thought different about that. Lettie thought different about a lot of things other folks said and thought.
Doctors said she'd die when she had her girl Jaycee ten years ago too, but Lettie was still very much alive.
Well, she almost died, but 'almost' didn't count with Lettie.
She did as she pleased and she had since a young age. That didn't do a world of wonder for her health, but she was happy with Jaycee. Her daughter was a good one, as smart and independent as her mom.
Now Lettie wanted a son because Jaycee wished for a brother.
Jaycee never mentioned a wish before. Lettie thought one wish was the least she could do for her girl.
Two RoadsLike parallel streets,Two Roads7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we run but never meet.
I wish you were the driver
traveling my hidden by-ways,
wandering my scented paths,
hugging my curves,
navigating my bridges
Instead, we both
run on alone.
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)8 months ago in Horror More Like This
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
The AudienceThis is the first time I’ve seen her like this, and it takes time to believe what I’m seeing. We’ve all seen pictures of Earth from space. We’ve all seen the sci-fi movies. Seeing it for yourself just doesn’t compare. Our planet is beautiful.The Audience2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The space station is at just the right angle to see half the world in day, lit by faraway fire, and half the world in night, lit up by electric stars and comets.
Everyone needs to see this. Everyone needs to understand. The divisions between countries don’t mean anything in reality. This is one planet, and together we must protect it. We all need to . . .
Wait. No. I don’t understand what’s happening. This is not – this can’t be – I can’t be seeing this. What am I seeing? What’s going on?
What . . .
* * *
“ . . . the fuck?” The words come slow as I struggle to process what I see. Somewhere in the rush of thoughts I c
BreezeFeeling of the windBreeze8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as it blows on by
A gentle relaxing touch
that caresses by invisibility
A gentle gust that goes on by
movng whatever it can carry
Its an invisible force
that sweeps the Earth
A gentle breeze is nice to feel
wherever it is found
It caresses your skin
and blows through your hair
It a feel of sensation
that feels so good
Its as a secret lover
that could never harm
A soft calming breeze is so soothing
soothing to relax you to peace
When a strong breeze can be forceful
to push you about with a soft touch
Go outside and close your eyes
you have a better sense of feeling it blow
Stand still or spin around with arms open
and you'll feel like you're flying
A soft calming breeze that soothes
as it blows by relaxing my soul
No matter wherever, there will be a breeze
soft or strong it will continue to blow
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
VoyageLet's journey to old and distant points of light.Voyage4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the one's of most wise elements.
to the edge of creation.
Let's dive the depths
of superb pressure.
to the dark parts of oblivion.
Let's wander the colossal expanse
of sensory nirvana.
to limitless conception.
Let's trek through the cracks and crevices
of life's contemplation.
to caverns of ethereal salvation.
Let's pass through the ring
of time's fiery womb.
to our next incarnation.
Without a destination.
DespairingDespairing11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've told me no tales, and I've told you no lies
And yet I am the one that still sits here, and cries
Marking the time as the future is stumbling
I despair once again at my life now crumbling
Sorrow runs deep and my tears will stain far
I beg for an answer to the who that we are
Shifting and aimless, with no hope I can keep
I bang against this wall, unbreakable and steep
The scars from the tears, my face they do mar
Cracks in my sanity mark a door standing ajar
Broken and bent, through these shadows I'll creep
The words that you spoke made a rift that's too deep
I can think of your smile, and a part of me sighs
But as soon as my joy is beginning, it dies
What now haunts me, your face it is wearing
For you have becme the crux of my despairing
Apenas VoceSem hora para deitar,Apenas Voce4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Passo a noite escrevendo sobre você.
Seu nome escondo para sonhar,
E fico acordado para não esquecer.
Sem fé, acredito em você.
Sem dizer nada, apoio você.
Sem perceber, existo por você.
E sem hexitar, estou com você.
Você e você, um sujeito anônimo,
E sem palavras para descrever.
Assim como eu para você, um anônimo,
Que sem você, não poderia se descrever.
Você, você e apenas você.