Let's Compare Scars, I'll Show You Who's is Worse

Avatar Author: theboysimean I’m an impulsive, neurotic, self-absorbed, overly-sensitive, occasionally-introverted chatterbox (oxymoron’s are my forte, dude) with a penchant for using unnecessarily big words as well as a somewhat unhealthy love for c... Read Bio

You stand shakily, lifting the book from the floor with trembling hands, struggling to remain calm. You fight the urge to turn and look; a quick glance over your shoulder shows that she’s already gone, body remaining in the world of the living while her mind wandered free of it’s earthly restraints.

You turn quickly away, eyes bright with tears as you cross the room, feeling more lonely than you have in years. You hear her voice then, whispering words of love and apology, and you freeze, unsure of whether or not to go back – and then you hear a name, and you realize she’s not speaking to you.

You didn’t use to believe in ghosts, but you do now – because to her, they’re just as real as you, and in the end, that’s what matters.

There’s something building inside of you, hot and acidic, pressing against your ribs, your heart, your chest.

But still, you say nothing; still, you don’t turn; still, you walk away — because you’re afraid that if you don’t leave now, you never will.

View this story's details

Comments (7 so far!)

Average Reader Rating

  1. Avatar YaYa

    Writing a story that’s more than one part defeats the purpose of this website and the writing exercise. Write it again and keep it in the character limit or make it a blog post.

  2. Avatar theboysimean

    Okay, so here’s the thing: I’m not in the mood to argue, or pick a fight, or anything else particularly emotionally draining over something stupid. So I’m just going to say that everyone is entitled to their opinion, and yours just happens to piss me off.

    You don’t have to justify it to me, just like you don’t have to justify your actions, just like I don’t have to justify mine. But. Here’s the thing: this a story in four parts. It’s not a twenty-part story, or a thiry-part one; it’s not four chapters, it’s four moments in time in the life one person, namely me.

    Was I offending you in some way? Did looking at the “recent” ficlets area and seeing four in a row enfuriate you in some way? Did it make you feel better to shoot me down?

    I hope so, because pettiness doesn’t pay the bills, and it certainly doesn’t warm the heart when the heat gets shut off.

  3. Amj Lone Writer

    @Yaya
    Hello, Is there a brain in that moronic head of yours?
    THE PURPOSE OF THE SEQUEL BUTTON IS TO WRITE A SEQUEL!
    Or else it wouldn’t be there. And stories with more than one part are encouraged here, there are series with more than 60 sequels. So just be QUIET until you know what you’re talking about!

  4. Avatar .:Band Baby:.

    I’m not gunna comment on Yaya, i’ll blow up. i’m so not in the mood.
    ~
    but this story is good. i like the idea of just different moments in time!

  5. Avatar OrangeOreos (LoA)

    @ YaYa: I just want to say that everyone uses this website differently. For some, it’s to show off their own writing, or to read others’ writing, or to collaborate. For most, it’s a mix.

    And back to the story! This segment leaves more questions than answers… I’m left wondering if someone died, and what is happening. Once again, really good writing.

  6. Avatar Music-Hearted

    I don’t really feel like speculating too long on the cornucopia of ridiculousness that is Yaya.

    Story-wise, I especially like this “chapter”. It’s really sad, but well written, like the line about it being “hot and acidic”. Great job, once again.

  7. Avatar Lady Venuquin

    This is sad. I wonder what happened…did someone die? Very well written, again. I really love the line “because you’re afraid that if you don’t leave now, you never will.” also, the “hot and acidic” line is brilliant.

Inspired by

Everbody hates me, nobody loves me, might as well go eat worms. The words of the childish rhyme echo through your mind and you choke, words b...

Are We Getting Closer or Are We Just Getting More Lost? by theboysimean

This story's tags are