Stories tagged “challenge”

  • Where Poets Come From

    Behind the gossamer curtain Beneath the azure veil You’ll find a quiet beauty In exquisite detail You’ll hold your breath to gaze upon it You’ll take in the scents with your eyes The scene beheld is beyond words Sweet music touches th...

  • And What Do Poems Make?

    “From where do poets come?” I was taken aback. Poets made us, brought us into being. It had never occurred to me to ask such a thing. “I don’t know.” His scornful laugh grated on my soul and made me shiver. Of course I did...

    • Author: Cary
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • 'Til Death

    “Marry me!” he shrieked at her, gesticulating wildly. His bloodshot eyes met hers and held them, shoes crunching the gravel of the apartment roof as he paced. “No.” “NO!” the man screamed in a mockery of the woman...

    • Author: alibos
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Dying Embers

    ..[].. Torched, charred. Ashes. Lina – silenced forever. ..[]..

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Psyche

    The fire spreads before them, a carpet of flames and heat; her eyes are wide and frightened, his, lazily half-closed in twisted humor. “You maniac!” He smiles.

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Taking leave

    My dearest, I can’t stay. In my head, I know that you haven’t left me, but my heart crumbles a little more every day without you. And without him. Your trip upstate (my little euphemism), I know, is not something you would have chosen. But ...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • And No Hope

    “Great shot, kid! That was one in a million!” Aside from the mystery voice on my helmet’s speakers, my cockpit filled with the blaring of alarms, tinny and raucous to the point that my ears began to pain me. The void of space was blas...

  • There is only one way out

    Men exaggerate. Women reproduce. Death culls. … … … … … … …

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Cape Fear

    Dear Emily, I’m sorry. I love, respect, and admire you in every way but I just can’t live with the fear any longer. Why did you take so long to tell me? When I wondered about all the time you spent away you told me it was because of work. I...

    • Author: Garsecg
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • A Hard Days Night

    Dear Prudence, The night before, I saw her standing there and I had to get back to the long and winding road. I told Polythene Pam don’t bother me, you can’t do that. I should have known better. She said, she said I want to tell you words o...

  • Wilting

    ……………………. Our romance died before the roses.

  • Taking Control

    Dear Jane, I’m afraid I must declare this relationship over. I’m sure you will recall all the good memories of being with such a handsome and successful man but I will only recall the bad memories of you doing your best to embarrass me and ...

    • Author: Trann
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • On a rock?

    “You’re WHAT?” “You heard me.” “But you’re gay, and I’ve only started to get my head around that.” “Mum… I guess the boss doesn’t mind about that. He was quite clear that he wanted...

  • Never Trust A Dame Who...

    Three sizes. What a crock. I never bought it for a minute. I tossed that batty blonde out on her ear. Did she really think I’d drop this case just because she waltzed in here with a tight dress and a sob story? I lit a smoke and searched my desk ...

    • Author: halfpenny
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Voicemail

    “You have one new message,” the soft robotic voice says, “today, 12:31pm.” “It’s me…you,” from what you can tell, it’s your own voice on the phone, and you seem to be hysterical. “Now is your ...

    • Author: Ronnie
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Answer Call

    That damn cell phone was playing that damn song again. I was turning onto the street when my pocket started up that racket. I hate these things, but the kids got ‘em and my wife has one ’just for emergencies’ and they badgered me into...

  • Franklin and the Gunslinger

    Franklin could count by twos and ties his shoes. He could build a campfire with only sticks and rocks. He could carry a heavy pack from sun up to sun down. But Franklin had a problem, he couldn’t fire a gun straight. The stranger was teaching Fra...

  • The Mystery of the Missing Girl

    Frank and Joe stopped at the mouth of the alley and looked down. The cracked cobblestones were damp from the moist fog. Frank hunched down and picked up a woman’s broken boot heal. ‘They went this way Joe,’ he whispered, pointing into...

  • In sickness and in health.

    It didn’t seem monotonous to him, especially now he had his Murray M17-42 variator drive garden ride on tractor, aka the mother of all mowers. He could go up and down that lawn all day, and if it meant another hour’s peace then that could o...

  • The Plain of Bones

    The woman clambered to the top of the hill of bones. The sound of her ragged breathing carried far into the half-light that revealed the plain before her. A plain stained red-brown from countless battles over the course of untold years. Tattered souls ...

    • Author: Cary
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Life and living it

    If I ever loose the ability to find the absurd and the silver lining, as well as smile at either, please shoot me.

    • Author: Cary
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Heartache

    Break me open and still my beating heart for it must be you before the anguish.

  • The Nicest Lawn in Town (Mature)

    Some days he felt like a real moron for still giving two shits about mowing the lawn. It was a really beautiful lawn, before. He had mowed it with pride every Saturday, and Bev had that prize-winning vegetable garden. They spent a lot of happy hours in...

    • Author: Aurelia
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Last Thing on My Mind

    I changed the selection on my iPod, lifting it from where it sat near the gearshift and glancing down periodically to make sure I was getting the right album. I needed something soothing. It had been a long day. Now I was driving home, exhausted. Perha...