Stories tagged “angst”
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My Sister's Heart
I wake up, drowsy from the medicine they’ve given me. My chest hurts, a numb pain. I feel empty inside, knowing she’s gone, knowing that I will never see her again. I took her heart and I can’t return it. The tears fall silently for m...
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Heart of Darkness
Is your death metal starting to feel a bit lite? Has your existential angst turned from bespoke heavy-duty personal baggage to pint-sized Prada cocktail purse? Is Oprah starting to get you down? Maybe you’ve found yourself reading about Paris Hil...
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Always/Never OK
Believe me when I say It’s not meant to be this way; When you’re hot-glued in my brain I tend to act a tad insane. I want you, need you, miss you, *We could be wrong, but babe I’ll kiss you Til the night ends, if you let me- *I’m even chill whe...
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i won't be home for christmas
The snow fell lightly, covering the row of brick houses in a dense white blanket. Children ran through the alley whooping and cheering because of the snow day, parents grumbled as they shoveled pathways out of their doors. I watched them from the windo...
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Tearing Up My Heart
Its tearing up my heart Being with you I thought you wanted to Be with me too I know that I can Be embarrassing I thought you were the guy I could be with without it mattering I can see it in your eyes You’re suffering And I can see it In the ha...
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Cupid's Mistake
Alani picked up the scattered books with a customary sigh. Why does my taste in literature have to be so heavy? “Can I give you a hand with that?” a deep voice asked from above her. Ugh. Another guy. “No, I’ve got it,” she...
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The Trouble With Kelly
“So why were you hanging out with her?” Kelly asked me, after we managed to get most of the ice cream off of my pants. I shrugged. “She looked like a nice person, and she was all alone.” Just like I was. Kelly frowned. “We...
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I Can't Do This.
It’s been two months. Two wonderful months; two wonderful months since I broke up with that bastard. But I think he did something to me. No, I know that he did something to because, right now, as I stare at the test in my hand… I’m pr...
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Hollywood's Full of Girls Like You
You remember her when you least expect it. She’s a flash of pure white in your mind, like the scarf she wore around her waist, and the scent of the mangoes she was oh-so fond of. You remember how they tasted on her breath when she’d shoved ...
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Loves End
They looked at each other, briefly their eyes met. He felt the flames of passion consume him once again. She coyly looked away and said “so that’s it then?” He looked at her he felt all the emotion of the past come flooding forward. H...
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The Force of Angst
If it wasn’t for just one unsettling flaw, it didn’t seem like she had anything inherently wrong with her. In fact, she was practically the embodiment of an archetypal dream that countless men have shared; one from which they wish not to wa...
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Cydafectcia I
Tuesday Morning: I sit at the edge of the garden over a pile of discarded rhubarb leaves. I am itchy all over and the sun is hot and heavy for 9 am. I lift one of the leaves from the ground and underneath is a city of ants and ant eggs. Someone has jus...
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Pain, Trust, and the Final Decision.
Pain is unbearable. No one wishes to feel, and yet we do so anyway. Everyday. We either notice or don’t, but it’s always there. I continued to sit on the bench that sat in a lone corner of the park. Seperating myself from what just seemed t...
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First Generation
“I’ll be back by second sunset!” She says this as if she isn’t naked but for a pair of prosthetic antennae. Our waxy apartment is small enough that I can reach over from the kitchen to keep the door closed. “Where do you t...
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Ten Things I Hate About...
Ten things I hate about …High School: 1. Bipolar sophmores who claim that they are being injustly treated when they treat other people like crap. Yeah, what happened to the golden rule? 2. Teachers that swear at the students. Having people swear ...
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Am I Still Your Charm or Am I Just Bad Luck?
You’re five. You stand at the edge of the creek, bare feet inches away from the water, body tense with anticipation and excitement as you wait for the signal. A shout comes from somewhere close behind you (“Come on Stephanie, go in, the water’s f...
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Are We Getting Closer or Are We Just Getting More Lost?
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 bubbling up only to be swallowed back down again, and then again until you can almost feel them burning a hole i...
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Let's Compare Scars, I'll Show You Who's is Worse
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 ...
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Let's Unwrite These Pages and Replace Them With Our Own Words
She’s not dead, but she’s as good as gone, and you only wish you had more to remember her by. But you don’t, and you’re frightened that one day, you’ll forget her completely; face fading into a blur as the darkness at the edges of your mind a...
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Procedure and Propeganda
_"Don’t underestimate how popular you really are. They know it, and they’ll exploit it. As has been the case since the inception of society." “Don’t listen to her. They are your friends. They only want what’s bes...
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Choose
Sometimes in life you’re given choices. You can listen to your mother and her husband pound away at the Tempurpedic in the next room, or you can hop out the window and leave this crap town behind. Choose. So you jump. You take the pick-up and the...
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So many faces . . .
So many faces, I’ve known for so long. What they say is me, I say is wrong. Many more faces, I’ve only just met. Some I can trust. The rest I forget. If they say I need help, then why can’t they give it? If this life is my own, then w...