she is sitting on the stairs
she holds her knees
close
to the center
of her body
her mother is by the couch
her eyes full
like a glass
of untouched water
there are voices
in the kitchen
-speaking soft
she doesn't know them
the yellow light
of the living room
moves with
distant shadows
she breaths
she doesn't think
about her brother
she doesn't
think
1.
you roll the window down
just enough to let the smell
of cows and wet grass
into the car
you're holding a cigarette
the tip burns
a bright death
and you
flick the ash into the wind
you turn to my stepfather
and say something
the two of you
laugh together
i ask a question
you turn your head
and look at me
behind you
the sun
raises a heavy hand
2.
my sister is sitting
next to me
somehow the bath water
is still warm
somehow
we are both very quiet
there is shouting
in another room
sometimes i hear
your voice
i don't look at my sister
her shadow moves
gently with
the line
of the water
our hearts
two hearts
knowing it's better
to pre
it begins with the thought
of orange roses
green leaves
dark
in the murmuring shadows
i see a woman sitting
in a chair
she reaches for me
-white sleeves
the outline of her body
held bright by the dying sun
i don't remember
her face
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The Trackers and the Runaway
Four men tracked him down that night, searching from dusk to nearly dawn. They found him kneeling under the large oak tree right outside the town's church, his eyes closed and hands folded, murmuring a silent prayer. He'd known they would eventually find him; there was no place to hide. And a sudden urge to make peace with God weighed heavily on him. He'd reached the end and it was now or never.
He had run for all it was worth when the woman screamed and her father came charging through the door like a provoked bull. He'd darted out the back door and dashed, as fast as his scrawny legs could take him, through Brenson Manor. Instead of follow
she takes the apple
white light pulls
against moving skin
her fingers,
pale
-embers in
a dark night
she swallows
a lie this time
and she takes
another bite
Poems for My Uncle Dan by PelicanDeath, literature
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Poems for My Uncle Dan
1. Sister
my mother is ten
and her brother
shows her how to build
a bike from spare parts
their hands move together
-circles rippling
through an open pond
later they would
test the hours against
a setting sun
wheels turning
long shadows
in the fading light
2. Family
four daughters
first the dawn
and then the sun
four sisters
two
to each side
-my uncle
in the middle
palms open
holding life
like water
in the shape
of his hands
3. Girlfriend
they meet
together in
another night
his hand touches
the bare
skin of her shoulder
the road follows
stretching blind
on both sides
she loves him
and she
forgets
4. Death
how does
this start?
wi
All the Waves Would Bow Down to the Lorelei by KabieBaby, literature
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All the Waves Would Bow Down to the Lorelei
Even when Lorelei was a mere hundred years old, he'd taken the form of an elderly human male. Though he was still considered young, the humans that had been blessed to see the same amount of years had so much to share and talk about that he admired them so much more. Every breath was a precious gift to them. Lorelei loved life, art, and learning from the shorter-lived races in the surrounding area of his mountain. Nearest to his tall mountain peak were the hill dwarves which had carved out a cave in a solitary peak among the purest, greenest fields where they conducted trade with elves, humans, gnomes, and whoever else was interested. They ta
My Real Life Scary Stories by LilSisSyd, literature
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My Real Life Scary Stories
Hi guys! It’s me, the Author!
So this is not going to be a sweet romantic fantasy story as you can tell. These are two instances of the paranormal that really happened to me and my siblings. I appreciate skepticism and this are from a long time ago but I assure you; everything I’m about to tell you really happened. Thank you and enjoy.
When I was about 6 and a half, my parents were divorced and remarried and my dad was living in a small apartment with his new wife and my new baby sister. There wasn’t a lot of room for my dad, his wife, my baby sister, my little brother, and I to all fit, so Jackson slept
To any who haven't got the memo by Scr1b3, literature
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To any who haven't got the memo
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I've never noticed how nice her Monroe curls were until I looked around the room, it made the
lamps bright, and the walls elegant; beneath the moons gaze, through the torn faded velvet drapes,
giving us enough concealment. Her rapid movements could match the palpitations of her heart, though,
the expression shown once she turned around didn't reflect as well.
She walked backwards until she felt the bed, while pressing down the side of her stomach she softly
laid atop of the bed and wrapped herself beneath the sheets, her skin blending into the bleached
cotton. Her body on its side and her legs crescent, she removes her hand and looks. I