Stories tagged “Eye”

  • The Creative Eye

    Trying to turn this whiteness into colour The ideas don’t come the blankness just stares at me Laughing at my frail attempts to cover it up My brush skims the surface time and time again The marks do not make any sense They confuse and annoy me Ther...

    • Author: ernmander
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Ear What She Nose

    She nose But she doesn’t ear, I suppose, With one eye open clear The other frozen closed By the cold upon her tear.

  • Wandering Eyes

    A stare is aloft, Soft like the air, In silence it walks Atop who talks To me— those who care, Who have my ear, But not my eyes— They wander to where I’d rather sit If I could only fit In over there.

  • Ashes Remain: Prologue Part 1

    I looked up, waking from a daze. My cold, pale fingers shook as they held a small black-and-white photo. It was of a small girl, maybe 16-years in age, cuddling a black kitten in her slender arms. He face was scrubby, her clothes looked like they had n...

  • Ashes Ramain: Chapter One;; Part 3

    Not twenty minutes later, there was a polite knock on my cubicle wall. My back went straight as I ground my stubby nails into my desk. Could I go a single moment without being interrupted!? Turning my cold blue eyes away from my computer, I met my curr...

  • Aim by Prayer

    Gut check time, Denton thought to himself, Man up. bear down. Cowboy up. Time for the big boy pants. With a deep breath he took stock of his motivational phrases; that was indeed the extent of ones he knew and felt were applicable at that moment. Based...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Goodbye.

    What made you think I’d be okay? Was it the shake in my lip, the look in my eye, Or the way I couldn’t stand to say Goodbye?

    • Author: OpenSkies
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 2 out of 5
  • Gazing into the Abyss

    I was curled up with a book, enjoying the buzz from my last glass of wine for the evening when I heard a sound that I could only describe as wet movement, like a barefoot child walking deliberately through a muddy field. I dog-eared the page I was on a...

  • Bifurcation

    He left the office later than normal, knowing it would alert them. Hurrying home along the designated route, he framed his anxiety, for their benefit: he had lost track of the time, working on his quotas. Now it was late, and his husband would be wonde...

    • Author: JonB
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.