Stories tagged “curiosity”

  • Oi!

    Oi! Your voice is in my head! What’s it doing in there? I don’t know if it should be there, Maybe we should get it out. But it silently refuses to leave. It doesn’t distract me, It has good behavior, But when I turn my mind loose Into...

  • They are Coming

    “Time is running out; they are coming. All our defenses have been defeated. Even our last hope has fallen. “I know that now is not the time to make excuses. I’m not making any. All I want is for everyone to know the reason why I did w...

    • Author: J. Rein B.
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Open It I Must

    I dropped it on floor. I blame it on the terror. I didn’t hate the person. I never did. But it scared me. To open it would mean that I would open the black hole of missing someone that is no longer around. And to open it might have meant that I w...

  • Bugs

    I have always wondered about bugs. The creepy crawling things hiding under rocks, coming out at night, living in your shoes, under floorboards, & in the walls. The things that invade your spirit. I wondered about it all. I walked around staring at ...

    • Author: C.M. Raynor
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5

  • Composed

    It started as a release; it was an escape. My mind would wander over the notes and rudimentary chords. The first few weeks were cacophony — then — as if teased forth — melodies and harmonies began to emerge. Music had been a knee jerk reaction. L...

    • Author: Pancake
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Nature Hides Its Own

    Drayden flicked a glance behind as he jogged deeper into the forest undergrowth, taking measured breaths as he moved. This casual running routine had been a perfect excuse in the past, but now Vanessa wanted to join him on the early-morning ventures. T...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • The piano playing demon.

    I was hovering over the large man’s shoulder, affixed on his lanky fingers playing friskily over the keys. It was a piece by Frederic Chopan called Etude Op. 25, No. 12, he later told me. He played it so beautifully, the result of his whole lifet...

    • Author: Bella
    • Posted about 1 year ago.

  • Wonderous Infinite Possibilities

    My brother and I stood stargazing one fair evening, full of hope & desire for a future brighter than the sky was. “When does striving for more become asking for too much?” we both considered my question. “Too much? It’s the ...

  • Fade Away

    Compelled gain knowledge and therefore hurt I am sure to withdraw into silence again For shadow is beauty while words remain curt When comes to a choice, I imagine in vain

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted 4 months ago.