Story Concept: DreamerYou are not wrong, who deemMore Like This
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
-Edger Allen Poe
Series Concept: Dreamer
History: This is the world called Despair. It resembles our world in many ways; same seas, same mountains, same continents, but the great cities are in ruins, the sky is perpetually twilight and the wilderness is teeming with monsters. How and why the Earth became this way, or even if this is the Earth at all, is one of many mysteries about the past the current inhabitants of Despair do not have time to ponder. Theirs is too brutal and dangerous an existence, having to contend with lack of food, shelter, the murderous beasts ever on the prowl, and even encroaching madness in the interminable periods of loneliness they must endure since more then half the population seems to be dead or missing.
But there are some who do not giv
I stand aloneI do my best to keep away,More Like This
To forbid myself the pleasure,
That I get, from talking to a dear friend.
I lock myself away,
While my soul bleeds slowly like a sobbing child,
Quietly, and without hope
The damage I have done is irrevocable,
The hurt I have caused cannot be undone.
I silently scream for those that I love,
To come to me once more,
As I stare nonchalantly at the
cold wooden floor.
As I punish myself slowly,
I yearn for a consoling word,
A faraway hug, from across the seas.
Enduring the pain,
I stand alone
A Way to ForgetI was seeking aimlesslyMore Like This
through the jars of my life.
I found them in a dream,
these great, magic urns,
one containing butter, one, milk
others filled with grains or brass or gold.
I was looking for the lids, in order to cover them up
but i could not find even one.
Sometimes, I would spill a little and
sometimes, I would return from elsewhere
to find them empty
This caused me a great deal of anxious sadness
just sitting there, looking into the empty containers
that once held my life
I woke up some time later and checked the clock
I had not had a drink in several hours.
I needed a drink.
I got up and
produced shirt, pants, keys and shoes.
In the car, I shifted to reverse and then to "D"
drove down to the local bar.
Dream dream Dream
My feet slide over the flooring.
The light addresses my eyes.
It's a quiet night, Tuesday, and
the bartender has the beer and shot set down
before i get there;
I slide a ten across with my wrist
and get the shot in
Heart BrokenHeart BrokenMore Like This
She sat there, staring. The picture wasn't disappearing; it had to be real then. She responded to his question positively; the little smiley-face in front a fake. She didn't want to hurt him she could never hurt him.
His image darkened, he'd logged off. She went back to the picture that was still up in her browser. Her vision blurred slightly, she couldn't believe it. He was having a child with another woman. She had believed everything he'd told her, too.
God, she felt like a fool.
She wanted to scream, to cry, to beat the shit out of anything and everything, but what was the point? It wouldn't change anything.
She would still feel empty.
She thought of everything they'd shared together. Of everything they had in common. Of everything that had made them meet in the first place.
She closed her eyes in pain. She couldn't think about him, it hurt too much.
He'd been the only one to ever truly have her heart.
A tear escaped and her body shook in silent sobs. She wouldn't
Dear Diary, My Life is Over IIWe love you, darling.More Like This
Just move with the others,
Just go with the flow, like you've
always been taught; individuality is a
curse, and you will not be allowed to be
under that spell. These are the words I hear
from loving parents every day. As if I do
not have a mind of my own, and
their words are not breaking
my pathetic heart.
DannyDanny stepped up to the rooftops edge. No one walking the burning concrete was looking up at him, spectacularly drab, silhouetted by the motley death rattle of a dying day. Pigeons took flight from their home just below Dannys position, center stage, tearing attention skyward to a useless creatures furious meandering. Danny sucked Portland into his lungs and then time stopped; Mother Earth sneezed into Father Times mouth and everything fell to a standstill. Galaxies paused in mid-explosion and stars stopped in mid-formation and the Earth halted in mid-rotation for a million years and everyone on its surface froze in their busy little lives for ten billion years and still nobody was looking up at Danny as he stared at those pigeons for forty seven trillion years while their wings beat a message in Morse code into the hazy orange against a city skyline spelling Dannys name in stuttered Braille for all eternity.More Like This
And when the universe slowly pulsed and c
A Voiceless HorrorAliens made peaceful contact with humans a number of years ago. Well, it wasn't so much peaceful contact as it was passive indifference; they didn't really give a shit about us, they just wanted to leave us broken and hungry.More Like This
This was at an exhausted point in Earth's history. They came to Springfield, Illinois, landing on a private air strip and were greeted by a weary farmer. They were lumbering, dark creatures. Bipedal. Big bodies with lanky arms. He tried shaking one of their hands but they brushed him off, completely silent, in a way that seemed they knew the connection he was attempting to establish but just didn't care. They walked off in a direction with no apparent destination. In the morning, they and their ship were gone, as were six of the farmer's pigs.
Next week, four of them landed, scattered across Europe. The situations played out similar to the first contact. Numerous animals were reported missing.
Word got out to the media quickly but the people were failing, governme
Color Blind When I was a little girl, my daddy always told me he had stolen pieces of the sky for my eyes. He said you can see the world through my eyes. And for the longest time, he was right. The earth was none but a marble in my tiny palms. For even Longer, my hands have been emptied, and I was blind.More Like This
Show me color again.
My name is Sonia. I am fifteen years old. I have been told I have glittery white hair, like snow, and pale skin. I've long since forgotten what color looks like.
The world, is nothing but shapes. A triangle
I'll make sure of it..."Talk to me!"More Like This
The silence reverberated among the solid walls. He placed his face in his hands and wept. She sat there, staring into nothing, her eyes filled with tears.
Nothing was ever going to be the same. The damage was done.
The door slid open. Her meal was placed on the floor next to her. She still said nothing. The door closed.
"Please," he sobbed, "Talk to me." He pressed his face against the bars, longing for a voice that wasn't his own. Tears made black spots on the concrete.
She wordlessly reached for the food. She raised a bowl to her mouth and chewed.
He sighed and stood up. Feet glided across the floor.
"It's ironic, isn't it?"
Her voice quietly reached his ears. He turned around and took two steps toward her. Her face was stone.
"The food I eat in prison is far better then any of the food I ate when I was homeless."
He looked at her. Her soul drifted into the air.
"People say that'd rather be living on the streets than be locked up. But they don't know."
She placed the bo