Stockholm She stood in the doorway, light flooding around her silhouette, staring down at the man seated in the cell, in the dark. She hated him with all of her heart; she wished that he would die, in horrible pain, so maybe he would begin to understand just how much agony she was in.Stockholm7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Because of him.
He lifted his head, and his ragged hair spilled over his shoulders. His eyes glinted slightly. With a short nod, he acknowledged her presence.
She remembered the very first time she had seen him. He had been waiting outside her school, watching her silently, smiling. The smile had looked just right on his open, handsome face. He had walked with her for some time, friendly and unthreatening.
She had been young. Young and outrageously naïve.
The chloroform, she only vaguely remembered. Being thrown in a car and driven hundreds of miles away, she didnt remember at all.
The man shifted, resting
.Different.A flower petal landed beside me, its bold red color standing out against the green of the grass around it. I laid there beside it, telling myself that was the reason I was out here; to keep the dainty petal company. Before then, I was alone, too. I had run off, trying to find something worth finding, with no avail until I came here. I looked around, trying to find the source of the petal. There were many flowers and bushes where I was, but everything was a different color than the particular object. Pale yellows and depressing blues, as well as many pinks and whites surrounded me, but no red. I smiled, turning to the petal once more. It was like me; different than everything around it. I didn't mind being different, and I couldn't imagine the beautiful petal minding, either..Different.7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I was inside an oasis, a tiny little garden in the midst of the great forest I decided to venture in. The bitter Winter air seemed to avoid this place, as well as most of the snow the season bombarded the land with
Secret Santa: Llamas"I've got a story about llamas, would you like to hear?"Secret Santa: Llamas5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sure, I guess."
"Good, because I'd tell you even if you said no.
Ninja llamas gathered, bowing to the King.
King, have you he(a)rd?
Pirates sail to the west, armed with badgers.
'Send out our finest'
Three llamas-off into the desert, lost in an hour. A couple spontaneously combusted and the third succumbed to cannibalism.
Two llamas-embezzled some pirate CEOs, though their currency was also badgers. Unfortunately, the money also had rabies.
One llama-ran off with a sheep and made alpaca babies.
"Alpa...Um, I don't think that's how it works."
"Well, you're not a llama breeder, so shut up."
RedRedRed7 years ago in Horror More Like This
One day, the words came.
I dont know where they came from. I just woke up one morning and there they were, in my head. Not thinking much of them at the time, I got up and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
That time, I could almost hear a voice saying it. Not menacing, no threat, but forceful, like the woman who reads out the questions for the mental maths exams. I looked around. White sink, white bath, blue shampoo...the red cap of the Colgate toothpaste tube glared at me. Nevertheless, I reached out for it.
I decided instead to just use mouthwash. Spearmint flavour, forest green mouthwash. Not a hint of red on it. I went downstairs to have breakfast.
Not wanting to worry myself with the multitude of places the colour red could turn up on a cereal box, I had toast. Toast and peanut butter: the brand with the blue label. Certainly not strawberry jam. While I was eating it, Gary called, and I agr
VeracityOnce upon a time, a long time ago, there lived a poor mason. Every night he would sit in the tavern with the blacksmith, the cobbler and the fool, the singing, the dancing, the drinking and prancing. Every night for many years he sung and danced and drank and pranced, not rich but not unhappy. That was, until one day, once upon a time, when one of those things changed. For the mason had a plan. As a child, he had heard many tales of the countless riches of countless ages littering the underworld. What treasures were lost in this world would be found new there. Though those treasures were not unguarded, the mason thought he had at last found a means of claiming them: with the simple assistance of a soothsaying beggar.Veracity6 years ago in Horror More Like This
"No." Said the blacksmith, simply.
"Certainly not!" Said the cobbler.
"'T'would be as deadly as kicking the king in the shin!" Exclaimed the fool.
"But friends!" Cried the mason, "With this fellow as our companion, our endeavour cannot fail!"
"'This fellow?' The drunken be
CountdownFourCountdown5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She likes to watch the stars
Watch as they change and shift throughout the nights
She has always thought (quietly to herself)
That they look like a volley of flaming arrows
Piercing through the sky.
She feels the stiffness of the small burns on her forearm,
Four for each of the fires she failed to destroy.
she lays down her bow and stretches aching fingers
and she feels the sting of tiny cuts from the few times sharp fletching dug into her hand
but there are only three
three small red lines running across her index finger
three for each one she left alive.
She reaches around and slides the quiver from her shoulders
Kneading knotted muscles with one small fist as she examines the warn leather casing
Two arrows left
Of the twenty four she began with.
It is often said that rangers hold the lives of two dozen men upon their back.
It no longer takes days of wandering
For a hope she already knows is lost
To know that she is the only one left.