Stories tagged “Recovery”

  • Survivors Anonymous Meeting

    “….Aaaaggghhh-ach Ahem. I’m sorry about that, something in my throat. My name is Zeke, and I eat brains,” “Hi Zeke,” a reply came from the shambling corpses around the room while they drank coffee and smoked cigarett...

  • Garden of Remembrance

    Jon’s eyes drifted to her. Bev sat chained by her kennel, rocking on her haunches, and staring at him like he was a stranger. She wants to kill me. He let his gaze move to the willow by the gate. He still remembered the summer when they met; he&#...

  • Twelve Steps to Happiness

    “OK,” the leader said. “Now that everyone’s introduced themselves, let’s begin with our prayer.” The group said, almost at once: “God, grant me the serenity to accept the people I cannot change, the courage to ...

  • The Anonymous (Mature)

    A fine circular firing squad indeed. Everybody looking at each other, shameface to shameface. The usual sordid assortment of sorries, enough mangled lives and cyanide dreams to fill a De Sade dream novel, and we all just stared at each other for the lo...

    • Author: RicoLaser
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Uh, Guys--

    James came to first. The three of them had impacted the snowdrift and had fallen in about a meter and a half. The rope, impossibly, was still connecting them together. When the others regained consciousness, they stood dazed in the snow for some moment...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • All Is (Dis)Quiet…

    They were speechless as they realized that Craig was right. The insanely powerful snowstorm was nowhere to be found. A storm of such magnitude as the blizzard was could simply not have blown itself out in a short time interval. There was something else...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • What Does One Call It if the Mirage Is Real?

    They had been walking, without much rest, for seven hours. They had stopped once, after four hours, at Craig’s insistence, to eat some granola bars he had stuffed into his pocket. To quench thirst, one simply took a handful of snow and swallowed....

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Wake up, we're moving again

    Katie swam up from the anaesthetic very slowly. Her tummy hurt like hell, but it was a much better sort of hurt than she’d had before. It was still dark and she was alone. Through the curtain around her bed, she could hear the nurse, Wei, if she ...

  • Four walls

    There’s a kind of slow crumbling, where pieces of a life are snipped off, like the limbs of a bonsai by an overzealous gardener. Where the world turns to city, from city to street, street to house, and finally, house to room. The sky and moon, th...

  • Recovery

    Breaths of alabaster frost Billow up like willow flowers loft. A barren tree’s embossed Unto the scenery when Snow flakes make Its tendrils pillow soft again.

  • A Poem About You

    Somewhere along the way, you got hurt, and there’s no denying it. Whether you’ve been jobless, loveless, homeless, or lonely, there’s been a time in your life when you’ve been missing something. But there’s a catch. You ar...

    • Author: m0ri
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
  • Rise

    Heat rises. Embers and fires, they begin in the darkest places among soot and dirt, and they work and breathe, snake and seethe as they reach the sky. To lick the cold night air, a silent prayer among crackling wood and dancing lights. Tongues of orang...

    • Author: m0ri
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5