Stories tagged “Never Explain”

  • I...... (Mature)

    I start the day at 4:34 AM everyday. I wake up on March 4th at 4:34 AM. It takes me five minutes to get out of bed. I shave the stubble off the face that I hate to see in the mirror. I get dressed in clothes that are just as uncomfortable and drab as t...

  • A Letter From Any Place You're Not

    Dear Julia, It’s been a month or so now, and I think it’s about time I should write back home again. Seattle has been treating me well. The weather is great up here, and things are great at my job. My apartment is nice, it’ll do for now. Peter ha...

  • This Is Your Life (Mature)

    This is my friend. My friend’s name is Jack. I’ve known him since college. For some reason it seems like it’s been longer than that. He got married. I stayed single and focused on my soul-crushing office job. Her name was Karie, and Jack married ...

  • This Is My Life (Mature)

    Jack returns and asks where we were in our conversation when he had to tend to his wife. I ask him why does he stay with Karie? You’re only leading yourself into a train wreck of a marriage, I say. Actually, I say, you’re fucked already. She’ll c...

  • My Memories, Part 1

    Any time I’m sitting at my job, in a meeting, or any place where I don’t want to be, I can always go back to one special memory I had from when I was just a kid. I must have been only 14 or so then, back when I grew my hair out to shoulder-length. ...

  • My Memories, Part 2

    She would always blush when I would kiddingly call her “Barbie”. I spent every single day of that month with Andrea. She told me she had a boyfriend, but I still had the biggest crush on her. I knew she thought I looked cute because she told me bef...

  • My Memories, Part 3

    I remember the last day perfectly. Packing was so hard. It was like everything I put into my bag was one more moment with Andrea that I had to leave behind. That was the shirt I wore when Andrea first hugged me after we had that long talk about love. T...

  • My Memories, Part 4

    We exchanged numbers, so we could keep in touch, before saying our last goodbyes. I was never one for final farewells, I’m still not. I don’t know what compelled me to do what I did; maybe it was just the thought in my mind that I might not ever s...

  • My Memeries, Epilogue

    To this day I still keep her number on my nightstand, just in case I ever have the guts to finally call and talk to her. ~ Looking back, I still don’t think I’ve ever experienced such intense feelings for another person like I did with Andrea. Ther...

  • Fear

    Cold Sweat. I feel my hands produce moisture around the black steering wheel. The sound of car tires rolling to a stop on pavement. I take one last drag from my cigarette. Smoke lingering in a distorted halo around my head. I adjust the dial on the bro...

  • Connection

    It’s two o’clock in the morning and I’ve been at this for hours. There is a chair, and I am sitting in it. There is a small off-white colored room, and I am sitting on a chair inside of the room. There is a door, and it is locked. The...

  • Serenity

    With the lights in the sky, the water below me, and all the noise…I still feel alone. I’ve stood on this bridge a thousand times before, and I’ve always felt the same feeling: Solitude Sometimes this feeling has comforted me, other ti...

  • Every Night, Until The Next Day

    This happens every night. I get that chill down my spine and I feel like I’m not alone. I get that image in my head with me lying on the couch like I am, just looking at the static on the TV, and him standing there, silently watching me. I push t...

  • Not Every Day

    I wake up the next day, it’s 4:00 in the afternoon, and he’s standing there. I’m not scared of him in the daylight. “You don’t need this, Liam.” He tells me. “You could come with me and leave this world behind....

  • Night and Night Again

    We get up to go down the street and catch a movie. His eyes rake the back of my neck while we buy the tickets. I sit at the end of the row with her to my left, he stands to my right and gazes down at me. I have my arm around her shoulders and she’...

  • In The Mirror

    “Stop, please.” My voice shakes as I whisper to him. “What?” She asks. “I think you should really get some rest, do you want me to walk you home?” “N-no. I’m alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?...

  • Why You SHOULDN'T Stay up 'Til 3AM

    I plug in my headphones, turn the sound up, and press play. I feels like I can feel the bass beats in my head. I can’t hear a thing through these headphones, not even the clicking of the keys under my fingers. My feet feel the vibrations on the w...

  • Burn

    “What the hell do I have to do!?” I yell. I can feel him behind me. I do my best to turn and face him. His right eye flashes a wave of pain as a grin splits his face. His contorted smile reopens the scabs on his lips and stretches the scars...

  • Eventually

    You ever wake up in the morning and wonder to yourself: ‘Did I just wake up from sleeping or did I just come to after getting knocked out?’ Well, for me, it’s more like: ‘Did I just wake up from puking, then passing out or did I...

  • Interrogation

    See him, tied to a chair under a single spotlight. The typical police interrogation scene, except this is different. There is a digital clock counting down, second by second. Even I’m too scared to know what happens if that reaches zero. I walk u...

  • Hell

    I wake up on the floor in a dark room, on the edge of hell. I hear the deep, rumbling voice of a man: “Adhevo.” Come. I look up and the source of the command is a glowing man, his skin radiating red light. He wears no clothing and his body ...

  • This Is Me

    I’m just going to start this whole biography with one statement, which is complete, total, factual fact: I have no idea who I am. Yes, I know. I know who I am as in my name, what I like to do, and so on…but I don’t know who I am. It&#...

  • My Cousin's House

    Back again. Now, let’s review another very small chapter of my life: Going to my cousin’s house in Western Maryland. It is in this week I discovered that my oldest cousin, Todd is a sociopath. This guy is 17 and has already mastered the art...

  • Coincidence

    I really don’t feel like going on about my cousin, it’s best to forget about stuff like that. Well, today was a sort of uneventful day. I ran a few miles today, which was nice. It was the most exercise I got since I arrived back from my cou...

  • Mystery Girl

    Ok, now I promised I would give you a bad coincidence, so here goes: There’s this ice rink in town that my friends and I go to. I ran into a lot of people from elementary school there, so it’s nice. There’s another thing that makes me...