Stories tagged “challenge”

  • For the Love of Ares

    Upon sun kissed hillside I stride, upon this crimson stained beach of the sky’s great ocean. Lo, my sullied feet are the means of such pitiable conveyance as even the pauper of the utmost deficiency might still look upon me with winsome eyes, gli...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Revival Comes to Granville First Credit Union

    A rotund figure burst through the doors of the bank tugging an unseasonable ski mask into place, “Alright you dirty heathens, I come to liberate you from this sinful vice of filthy luger! Pray to the Lord, get on the floor, and prostate yourselve...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • The Dollies Are Cross

    A string of coarse language eminated from the nursery with such force as would have made any sailor cross himself and possibly utter a small prayer. Being more accustomed to it the maid staff rolled their eyes and waited for the nursemaid to attend to ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • Any Port for the Coming Storm

    The dark, drafty old house was lopsided and decrepit, leaning in on itself, the way an aging possum carrying a very heavy, overcooked drumstick in his mouth might list to one side if he were also favoring a torn Achilles tendon, assuming possums have t...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • The Last Dance

    Elise swept around the room filling it with manufactured sighs and coy glances, though there was none left to notice her. The gown that swished around her ankles, occasionally flashing a bit of bare skin, was trimmed in jet darker than the stains in th...

  • All We Had (Mature)

    The dark, drafty old house was lopsided and decrepit, leaning in on itself, the way an aging possum carrying a very heavy, overcooked drumstick in his mouth might list to one side if he were also favoring a torn Achilles tendon, assuming possums have t...

  • Not Getting Off on the Right Foot

    I rubbed my head, partly to show my displeasure and partly to check for a goose egg. It was there, but I’d had worse. Ducking with me behind the cafe’s counter Beth could only snicker and point. After she mumble whispered I had to ask, R...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • Reassurance

    The medical ward was almost empty, devoid of any warmth or comfort as it always was. A fit of coughing broke the tense silence of the room, snapping what would seem like a concerned wife into attention. “M-Maggie…” A look of concern i...

    • Author: joca02
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • My Aphrodite

    Silky, golden, straight and bright; More flowing than a forest sprite’s… It glistened like the morning light— The hair of my fair Aphrodite. Fairer than pale Luna’s sight; Glistened like a lake at night, as it reflects that Luna...

  • Portraits

    She is staring at me. Hollow eyes, a subdued smile. A knowing expression. I fidget uncomfortably. How had I gotten here, again? I squint my eyes and send my thoughts inwards. Nothing is there. It’s emptier than my stomach. Damn I’m hungry. ...

  • Color Was Born

    Colorless beings stumbled upon jumping from one meteor to the next. “Don’t fall, or you’ll be lost forever into the darkness.” Individually, one would look down at her gray arms and weep. Her veins glistened with something. Some...

  • Arabesque, Suggest, Acquiesce (Version 1)

    Roderick took the quiet mumbles as permission to continue his self expression, which he did with gusto. His mother flopped down at the dining room table, sifting through bills without actually seeing any of them. Her mind clanked painfully over punishm...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • Boom.

    It was gray. There was heat under his collar, coldness in his limbs, and a numbness in his heart. There was a tumultuous electricity in the air, carried on a wind that blew first one way, then another. He sat, he stood, he paced. Something was about to...

  • Cloudbursts

    Scratching his head, Teras looked down at the earth. Specs of green and blankets of shimmering blue made him long for the ability to touch and feel them. He rolled onto his back, feeling the cloud beneath him. His mind wrapped around the myths of human...

  • Ash

    …finally. When sweet Papa died, Mama & I carried his body to the volcano. We cried & wailed our Family Song over the island, ‘til birds took off in respect of our ritual mourning. Tears fell onto the ceremonial Rain lilies I placed over...

    • Author: Escapist
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • Love is watching someone die (Version 3)

    Her eyes were blurring Threatening to blind her from witnessing this She forced the tears away in order to see The baby’s ragged breaths were barely noticeable The doctors stood at a distance his eyes glued to the infant As the baby’s flail...

  • A Gothic Stroll [Version 2]

    I remind myself it’s not even fifty yards. My mother’s mantra about everyone else being equally insecure bounces from one side of my brain to the other before being summarily booted out. How did we get this far apart? We used to be so close...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • Down and Out [Version 1]

    Chance. It is not something one likes to bring to mind. The Everyman would deign to believe it is not he who will be the one in a million on whose number the roulette wheel settles, but someone must fill the position. That fateful evening, it was I. I ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • Between the Strings [Version 2]

    # If you're reading this line, get some sleep. Or some Monster. Mentally he chuckled, the green-against-black of the text editor scrolling in fits and starts as he rolled the mouse wheel. He quickly looked into the upper-right corner of the screen—12...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • A Gothic Stroll [Version 3]

    It was somehow fitting that there was not much by way of illumination in the Philology Department library. Not being able to see what you were doing while attempting to research languages not spoken in centuries had a certain poetic note to it. Didn...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • Before The Cloud Consumed Her

    Death by cloud. It seemed that sentence could be a title for a ridiculous novel or poem when I first heard them uttered. Something written by some poor sappy, heartbroken person who was taken away in a cloud of morbid despair. I could probably see myse...

  • Cloud of the Mistress

    Come to me, my goddess from the East Fade this cruel reality to nil Take my sight, cloud my mind For this brief time subsume my will Come to me, my mistress from the East Seduce me minute to minute Then own me every hour If this be my vice let me sin i...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • Occupation: Week Six

    Rayne flung the front door open and dashed across the dead lawn, kicking up a mess of broken white spears that trailed to the ground behind her. An anguished, “No!” followed her. Rayne rolled her eyes. Her mom could yell whatever she wanted, she st...

  • Down and Out [Version II]

    “You…look like hell.” Despite the vulgarity the statement was said with all due affection, one corporate slave to another. Garrison looked up the series of motivational pictures printed in grainy quality to the top of his cubical wall...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
  • Only the End

    Neglous remains still. Great clouds of the tempest gather above. Small, furtive drops of rain are warning shots of the coming deluge. A groan erupts beneath the ground, eons of fire bent on escaping contained by little more than rocks and dirt. A champ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5