Stories tagged “expectations”

  • Role Model

    i am and always was…You. i was formed… from You. i rose up high to meet your expectations, and left what was me behind. now i am all that You are. but still i can never reach You, who stand up on that pedestal that i put You on. You, who ar...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Pacifist

    The school bus has dropped them off early again and Erza drops back into his own waking nightmare, hoping that today – three days in, c’mon, a whole three days – they’ll have forgotten what he’d said at recess, Monday. Fif...

  • What I Expect

    I expect To remain Invested in The interests Of these tiny Insect tests If linguists List me The best Pest-peeve Of poetry I’d say thanks And accept it Humbly (That’s a back handed compliment, btw, in case you think my melon’s swell...

  • Ultimatum

    “Your lives are nothing of consequence!” The noble’s angry words were laced with fear, as his blood-spattered coat. My sons glanced repeatedly toward me. “Hold steady,” I reassured them, and they raised their blades. Addressing the nobles, I ...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
  • Happy New Year

    And so the New Year comes again, emerging like an unmet friend. A face we do not recognize yet known for that which it implies. A second chance, a choice anew, a testament of time that flew away from grasping, desperate hands of souls that cry f...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Justice, Retribution, and Shut Up

    Beaming and struggling to contain excitement the younger fellow whispered inreverentially, “It’s a good day for justice, eh Big D?” Big D rolled his eyes, mostly on account of the fact that no other soul in all creation referred to hi...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • From the Library of Failure (Branch 1, Part 6)

    Once again N had preempted her. She always seemed to be expecting her. Gwen dragged her finger across the face of the glass case, past the three objects on the top shelf. Shattered goggles, a half-burned scarf, and a dented toaster all had lived there ...

  • From the Library of Failure (Branch 1, Part 7)

    N leaned forward. “Don’t worry. You more than anyone else should be aware that we’re solving our problems one Jenny at a time. Each one you’ve dispatched is one that can no longer trouble us. So what are you afraid of?” Gw...

  • From the Library of Failure (Branch 1, Part 8)

    N stood up and stretched like a cat. “That being said, if it worries you, then my advice is to practice more.” She walked around the desk in a hip swaying prowl that Gwen envied. Somehow it managed to encompass sex and danger in equal parts...

  • From the Library of Failure (Branch 1, Part 10)

    The open terrace of the transport bay was reassuringly familiar. White fluted columns regularly interrupted the rippling bronze of the walls. Wide, flat steps, descended down to a tiled terrace that led to three rounded elevator-looking doors. Strangel...

  • The Sensation of Disquiet

    Someone had been in my house while I was away. Cups I had left in the sink had been washed, dried and put back into the cupboard. The television was now favoring the overstuffed armchair more than the couch. Shirts, hanging in my closet, were grouped t...

  • Words That Cut, Wounds Not to Heal

    “You…rat! You piece of filth!” The words spat from her mouth. Her bony fingers extended then curled back into white-knuckled balls of fury. Head low, he stepped back slowly, taking note of the environment, the pan of hot grease, the k...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Moment to Herself

    The white curly hair fell down her back like a river. It never belonged to her, but she owned it. The florescent lights reflected from her hair and bounced into the mirror. The drone from the music outside the bathroom radiated underneath the door. Dam...

  • Stop Expecting So Much

    I can’t win at video games. Like, I’m really bad. I can’t win at poker. Like, I’m really bad. I can’t win at relationships. Like, I’m really bad. Like, I want to communicate because I really do have something to say,...

  • Noir: The Home of the Ladies Luck

    At first I was making sure my tail didn’t get lost. As I began to try very hard to lose him, things got a bit dicey. This guy was good, or just very motivated. Both presented certain dangers should he catch me. Every alley I ducked into led to a ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted 10 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5