Stories tagged “body”

  • The Maroon Room

    Maroon liquid lined the walls. The windows could not be seen through, they were coated too thick with the color. It dripped from the window sills and splashed into the puddles on the floor. It was splattered across the tall ceilings that towered over t...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
  • Giving Up Her Dead

    I saw my first dead body tonight. Twenty odd years I was able to avoid it, which is probably some kind of statistical achievement in itself. I was on the shore, beyond the boardwalk, past the lights that were winking off now that the tourists had gone ...

  • U.F.O. (Unexpected Floating Object) (Mature)

    It was the last thing you’d expect to find in a swimming pool. The eyeball floated atop the water, swaying from side to side. Ella and I stood by the poolside, unmoving, staring at it. The scorching heat of the cement on our bare feet was unnotic...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Continued...

    I wipe the tears from my eyes with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. With my left foot resting on the ledge, I step up with my right. My whole body trembles, I do not dare to look down at the bright world below me. Instead I concentrate on the quiet world i...

  • Sessions With The Counselor- Cont.

    He jumped from his seat and started to pace. After he mumbled awhile to himself, he took the pistol from his pocket and aimed it at the counselor. “You have it all wrong.” He stopped pacing and calmly replied, “I want her to die. She possessed me...

  • What Am I?

    Air rushes past as you breathe in Then out and away, caressing your skin. I’ll always be first to know what you say I’ll always be first, your tongue to obey. I can convey laughter or languish. I can conduct your angst and your anguish. Allow me to...

  • Going Wrong

    Damn those wanker bankers who put me in this godawful situation… As I climb up the guttering pipe that snakes up the red brick house in this lonesome part of the countryside, I contemplate the reasons why I told my friend about my monetary troubl...

    • Author: J. A. Keane
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • There Are Two Kinds of Pain

    His smile faded once he noticed a tear run down her face. Her lips began to twitch slightly as if she were talking without sound. When he saw more tears slide down her cheek, he forced himself to sit up. He slowly and painfully moved his body into the ...

  • Satellite Heart by Anya Marina

    Reaching the top of the stairs he found her bedroom door with light shining through the bottom crack. He slowly pushed the door open. He stood in her doorway for a moment, observing her, letting the pain of what he was seeing soak in. She was wearing a...

  • Comprehension

    I still can’t tell If there’s supposed to be yolk inside the shell Or oyster, or chocolate, or a moistened esophagus Expelling voices and mist As the soul enters the cold Shedding its bodily interest.

  • See the Leaves

    The crisp autumn air hugs my lungs in between drags. Wispy billows of smoke fill the air like chiffon. My mother would have a fit if she knew I smoked. “Unseemly” was the word she used to describe such things. So, like most of my interests ...

  • Overwhelmed

    It starts, my body locks up. First, with a mild chill, then a gentle tremble. The meeting that would seal my fate was fast approaching. I could feel the outcome would be bleak. The shaking grows as each minute ticks. The anticipation envelops my senses...

  • Gun Body

    After the fight was over, she took me away from the fighting, back to the Aegis base, sending me reassuring thoughts through our link as she went. She almost didn’t need to; I was happy enough no longer to be under the control of that nut case th...

  • Man I Feel Like a Robot

    I took my first steps in my new body, then turned to look at my robot savior. “Thank you,” I whispered. “You’re all right now?” she asked. “More than all right. It’s like you’ve given me my life back.R...

  • Partnership of the Gun

    “My future?” I asked. She nodded, kneeling down to speak to me face to face. “I can probably get you assigned to another robot body, if you want. A car, like mine, or a motorcycle.” I shook my head, the servos making little whir...

  • Once Lost...

    I still haven’t been found. The moss, pungent with loam and decayed leaves, has returned. The rains have long since leveled the slight mound that concealed my body. There are bones, my bones. Mostly healthy, once framing me with veins, muscles, m...

    • Author: Cheesy80s
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • No One In Particular

    Steven sat on his couch surrounded by unopend medicine bottles. He rocked back and forth and sobbed silently, his eyes on his sister’s body. Caroline was on the floor, motionless in a growing puddle of blood. Steven grabbed the closest pill bottl...

  • It's Time to Wait

    It wasn’t because it hurt. I expected it to. It was because when it didn’t, when it felt good, I wished it had been a way of saying “I love you.” And it just wasn’t. But I have to move forward, I have to wait for the one n...

  • "This is just a transition." (Mature)

    Sure, there was powder in her nose. But you don’t know her struggles. You don’t know about the monsters that come to her in the day and in the night or the ones that live in the knots in her teased hair. You don’t know about her opini...

  • We Are Not Ghosts in Space Yet

    The fog is blanket over the world. And in this foggy world, each soul is shackled to a hundred others, connecting us all through time and through space. These shackles are not all bad— some are made from tying knots with some of our bloody ligame...

  • Thoughts That Come

    Fucked as it is, I accept the reality. It’s a paper cut, but the body is life and it still hurts like hell. More than a slash, infected by expectations and trying too hard. No, this is a very small cut at the tip of my life’s finger. Hoping...

  • An Ugly Body for a Pretty Soul

    My body is a vessel for a soul. Or perhaps it is more of an obstacle, for my soul to maneuver around. One day I hope to find a lover that will see my body as I see terribly profound and grotesque art. A canvas filled with meaningful and disgusting imag...

  • Delicious (Mature)

    Imagining a body… Smoother than silk and tighter than the hold I’ve found myself in. And we start from the top… One wave of caramel foaming down across artificially flavored eyes, turned up cat-like and playful… Lips like full m...

  • Hair

    An extension of myself, reaching out from the top of my brain, over wheat grain fields, over a thumping, throbbing tree at the center of me, Over closed windows that can only try to imitate the colors by reflecting (this is where I find some reserve), ...