Stories tagged “identity”

  • Everyone has a world inside them.

    I can read minds. well,they’re not a book, but I see them. they’re like little planets I can walk in. I like going into coffee or book shops and watch people. I can see their whole lives. what they’re worrying about. What they’...

    • Author: okelay
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Laying on the Floor

    On the bare floor of the now cleared out apartment, Valarie lay as still as she could. Her clothes had felt cumbersome and false, projections of assumed expectations, so she shed them. The fan circled lazily doing little more than giving urgency to the...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • My Friend, My Sub-Routines

    Discombobulated protest yielded to newly acquired sub-routines, and Violet modulated the flow of fuel, adjusted the air intake manifold, and smoothed the transition into first gear as her friend cranked the throttle. Her friend? What sort of friend wou...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Melted Mirror (a poem)

    The mirror melts before my eyes, Silver sludge spreads on the floor, Reflecting back who I am no more, Why should this pan of glass, Get to tell me who is me? Still over time it just sinks in, It finally gets under your skin, To become this thing you a...

  • My Name is Not Synonymous With the Goddamned Situation in Africa

    I am the first child my mother cradled in her arms and loved unconditionally; the first to accept the warmth of her bosom, and depended on it for sustenance; the only creature that would endlessly need her. I wouldn’t be the last child, but I was...

  • Illicit Love in a Time of Knights

    “I’m not built for this,” he says. “Oh we both know how your built,” she teases, tugging at the belt he’s trying to pull back up. “You know what I mean,” he chides, though she knows the comment felt good ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Disfigured

    I lay motionless in the dark alleyway while my life was hanging by a thread. Sog was looking down at me, satisfied with his work. If I showed even an inkling of a sign that I was still alive, he’d make sure he finished his job properly this time....

  • Brains are for Crying

    My sardonic laugh followed my cell phone to the floor. Why had I begun a monologue about killing zombie hairdressers with hair straighteners and electric rollers? Only to stop at the silence on the other end that just screamed dead battery. And I had b...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Phoenix

    My skin is gold – an armor of pride, a shell smithed by the raging storm. Precise angles on my face abide the rule of nature from which I was born. My blood runs red and it harbors the fire, the passion of trust, loyalty and ire: it is the vessel...

    • Author: Lancet
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
  • Robbery

    I walk out of the bank, happy to have finally closed my account. I had had nearly a hundred thousand dollars in there,as the bank seemed like a secure choice in comparison with my one bedroom apartment in the heart of Brooklyn. But then I heard of seve...

    • Author: Elizabeth
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Before 824

    He had a name before. He had never forgotten that. Long before today, 824 had been special. A shame he wasn’t allowed to tell them who he really was. 824’s real name was a mystery. His new moniker came from a serial number. His mission was ...

    • Author: lindsay22
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
  • Rain will fall

    Have you ever heard of the boy who was lost, His Identity remains no more than a cross, And was his father too quick to dismiss, A mother’s son would always be missed. And did the father regret his mistakes, He’d take them back whatever it ...

    • Author: frina
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
  • What's on the Flip Side of This Coin?

    She was staring back at me, seemingly transfixed, an illusion created by the barrier between us. Perfect oval eyes, with just the right amount of grey mixed into their blue. Flawless skin, so far from my own freckle-studded face. A ballerina’s bo...

  • Salamander's Gold

    Cool water slid over bared feet, albeit at a comfortably shallow depth. Todd’s ears neglected the noise from his friends’ carrying on, deferring instead to his eyes as they scanned amongst the rock and muck. Each gingerly displaced rock sen...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
  • The Ballroom

    Once every month, a silent man in a crimson cloak walks the hallways of the House, delivering invitations to the Ball. He brings it to those of all classes and groups: rich and poor, natives and visitors, human and otherwise. If you are invited, you ma...

    • Author: Garsecg
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Amnesiac

    The people seem to think me a prophesied hero. Some sort of mythical figure, here to save them all. Could it be me? Truly? I think not, and yet so many others disagree. I bear no memory of a past, of a life before this life. I know not from where I cam...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • What Man Hath Wrought

    Humans have terrible issues with identity. From the moment of your birth and to the point of death, you desperately pursue some lasting sense of identification via religion, careers, hobbies, or anything else you fancy. Either you seek it by conformi...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Who Are You?

    ‘Just be yourself,’ they say. He thinks it’s a load of crap, but people are too busy being trying their best to be inspired by that damned quote to agree with him. Which self are they talking about? Because he has many to offer. The h...

  • The Skins We Wear (Day 27) (Mature)

    Today I wanted to feel attractive, not like a Katy, or an Angela. They were good for most days, but they wouldn’t be good for what I had planned tonight. No, I wanted to be someone that oozed sexuality—I wanted to make sure I got laid. I le...

  • Dark Names, and Dark History

    Seated on a sandbag that felt more like concrete, Capt Dogra listened to the two grunts keeping watch, “The Dark Wizard is out again.” His buddy shrugged, “The Green Lady with him?” “Nope,” came the bored reply. Unab...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • Moscow Needs a Cowgirl

    I was waiting for the soda jerk to make me a second root beer. The first one had exploded out of its paper cup like a bad science project of baking soda and vinegar coming out of a fake papier mache volcano. That is when I saw her entering the diner. S...

  • What's in a Name?

    My name is Adam Pierce and I’ve been told a hundred times that it is a strong name. They tell me at the Chicory County AA meetings after we disband. They tell me I’m the best counselor they have ever had. They tell me at the Holy Spirit Chu...

    • Author: Escapist
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Words On The Wall

    Can a man ever know what he cannot recall? Not at all, not at all! said the words on the wall. How is the man, when he has no intent? He is spent, he is spent! said the words on the tent. And without a notion of what came before? He is poor, he is poo...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted over 5 years ago.