Stories tagged “dirt”

  • Pripyat

    Everything is dirty. And rusty. And probably swimming with carcinogens. Good thing I don’t value my life, otherwise I might be afraid for it. One look at this place and you’d be forced to do a double take. It’s required; don’t t...

    • Author: Hacksaw
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • What it Takes to Prove Yourself (Mature)

    The colonel’s lifeless body slumped by her feet. Blood poured out from his chest and back, but his face was one of defiant laughter. Disgusted by her enemy’s disrespect she took aim at his face. With a quick pull of the gun’s trigger ...

  • The Cemetery

    The cemetery was an eerie call of what was my pass. Lying in a coffin, seeing the dirt creep its way threw the faulty wood, which has fallen under pressure from the dirt. Days and months all seemed in relevant not knowing if you’re alive or dead. I c...

  • Sweating Bullets (Mature)

    My skin is slippery and smooth. I wipe the sweat out of my eyes, but it only smears around more. Blink. Grimace. Keep running. The sky grows darker and the air takes on a foreign chill. My sneakers slap the pavement with an angry rhythm. My leg hair br...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • Ashes Remain: Prologue Part 1

    I looked up, waking from a daze. My cold, pale fingers shook as they held a small black-and-white photo. It was of a small girl, maybe 16-years in age, cuddling a black kitten in her slender arms. He face was scrubby, her clothes looked like they had n...

  • A True Friend's Embrace-- Glow and Grow Them as the Sun Has Done

    It’s fun To wonder Under the sun Until the day is done It feels right to welcome What becomes the night Turning on not a light bulb Only letting palpable Fretting dissolve Naturally like the earth revolves Actually alive enough to evolve And all ...

  • Saved By a Cowboy

    “I remember being six or seven years old. My family was a lot different back then. My parents were still together—that was a nightmare. But anyway, they were friends with this couple that lived out in the rural part of the state. We visited...

  • I Wonder Where She Goes

    You know, I just wonder where she goes. Everybody has places to go, but it’s different with her. I’m just lounging around and I’ll see her fumble down the stairs with a bag full of who knows what and she’ll zoom out the door. I&...