Stories tagged “life”

  • Maybe I'm Actually A Flower

    Flowers are interesting. They’re so delicate and yet strong. They thrive in rain or heat or sun or wind. But one thing they can’t really seem to withstand is us brutish humans. The flower may have thorns and it may grow in the middle of a l...

  • Life! Death? Machine.

    The fires settled, dancing like witches around a bonfire. Karen stared around her, the city utterly destroyed, bodies scattered like broken twigs. Her eyes settled on the lone figure standing a few feet away from her, the source of all this distruction...

  • Dark Ponderings

    Hendricks, Logan. Age 23 years and 4 months. Religious preference: Wiccan. Single, no dependents. He liked folding paper and the color orange. Sarge just sent him to his death, him and that kid from New Alabama that none of us could understand. Part of...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Bad Decisions and Visions

    Rain came down. Rain came left, and rain came right. Some rain defied all logic and came upwards from the heaving deck. Miguel swayed, a turbulent green attempting to show on his darkened face. He had been at sea forty-seven days, more than he’d ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
  • 17. Conclusion: My Dark Campfire

    I PILOT my FEAR from EARTH to MARS, I hurtle through SPACE at the SPEED of LIGHT SOCIETY may CALL to me from afar; But I RUN through DARKNESS in my fright. I’ll never calm my DAUGHTER’s FEARS, Or take PRIDE in her laughter at a COMEDY show....

  • Shewolf and her King

    Keep moving. Swifter than the light moving through the trees, She leaped from the fallen trunks that lay on the crowded Earth’s floor. Rustling, leaves followed her, but were unable to keep up. She was faster than the wind! Her grey cloak of fur ...

  • Lands Edge: Book One In the Evolution Saga

    Floating in cool water, Stewie tried to alleviate the reddish lumps on his sides. He ‘d lied, telling those who’d noticed, that he’d crawled among poisonous greenery. But the stubs grew, achingly, bursting through his skin, screaming ...

    • Author: 32 ^2
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
  • Half and Half Doesn't Make Me Whole (Mature)

    It’s perfect! I, so childishly, thought. And yet, it felt all so grown up, too. He can do this. And the other he can do that. Neither of them could be both, but who says I need it in a whole? He’ll make me laugh. And he’ll make me scr...

  • Chuchip (part 8--commentary)

    I imagine the boy and the stag meeting again… Maybe they’d meet somewhere and how through the clouds and passed Earth’s binds. Where there are no birds or butterflies… only the two of them, in different shapes and forms. Perhaps...

  • On Sunset

    I remember the days when Sunset Blvd was more than a film, more than a memory. Filled with the beautiful people, the ones gracing Life and Time covers, gently moving ethereal through palm-lined streets. I should know. I was one of them. Not that long a...

  • Of Earth and Not and More

    The sun was setting, redder than a peach, leaving red streaks so languid & sinewy across the sky. Night was coming. Emerging from his cabin as if drawn by mating calls of wolves, sex dreams, or fairies, he followed the path from his porch to his co...

    • Author: Escapist
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Hundred Words Say More Than A Picture (1)

    Burn It’s not innocent anymore; can’t be with you, as your mutual respect is continually blackened in lust. Pain becomes a drug – intolerance leaving the cravings impossible to ignore. She’s an epitome of hurt. Burn that sickly-sweet desper...

  • A Hundred Words Say More Than A Picture (2)

    Intense “I – I can’t believe you promised you will do that! You’ve always told me love is more important that anything. I believed you.” His words are harsh, the utterances flutter against the fine hairs in your ears. “Take it back,...

  • Remember

    I remember your hands, your stupid red tie and coconut biscuits. I remember your hair, the small of leather and tobacco smoke. I remember your gifts, the smile I gave and your secret wink. I remember, I remember and I remember. I remember you wro...

  • Void

    I wonder if I write random fragments of poetry and words, that something somewhere deep within the crevices of my long forgotten mind will snap and click into place, and the fragments will find a way to fill the void and somehow close the portals a...

  • please

    life without you is not a life worth living please stay even if only for me I need you I need you more than you will ever need me but please just stay

    • Author: Angela LaFey
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Semi Normal

    I sat at my desk reading a book. My life was still semi normal then. I was your average fifth grader. I had a few friends, decent grades, and did what I was told. It was the last day of school and naturally, I was reading. That was the norm for me. Eat...

  • When Death Gets Bored

    Consider, if you can, that you are an immortal being tasked with one of the most important jobs in caring for the mortals; soul collection, and assignment. Now, imagine that you have done this job for a countless number of lifetimes. You know every det...

    • Author: Zen Brau
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • WDGB 2

    “However, " Death continued, “you are lucky. I, being the all-powerful authority on the matter of mortality, have graciously decided to give you a chance at a chance for another chance.” The man, already scared by the eerie eyes,...

    • Author: Zen Brau
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • WDGB 3

    “What I offer you, " Death began, “is the chance to win a chance to get a second chance where you failed the first time.” The man arched his eyebrows, “The first time?” “Well, the most recent, I should say. It w...

    • Author: Zen Brau
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • WDGB 4

    The man appeared to fidget with that question. Clearly, he had not expected it. “Well, " he began, “I’m not so confident I’ve earned that.” Death, having receded back to the shadows, let out a sound that could loosely...

    • Author: Zen Brau
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
  • WDGB 5

    How does someone entertain the embodiment of death? What would such a being find worthwhile of their attention? “Yes.” The word resounded in the stone room with a unexpected bit of certainty in the man’s voice. “Excellent.”...

    • Author: Zen Brau
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • WDGB 6

    “I look forward to where you may be going with this idea of yours.” Death lost the echoing voice and took on the tone of the girl it pretended to be. “Let’s go, Uncle Max. We have business, and time is wasting away.” Not r...

    • Author: Zen Brau
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • WDGB 7

    “You see,” the happy voice went to explain, “my uncle here is a writer. Isn’t that right, Uncle Max?” Beautiful blue eyes blinked up at him in expectation. “Uh, yeah.” He was too confused to do much else but pl...

    • Author: Zen Brau
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
  • Looking Away

    Could be robotic: a kiss, touch, spoken words. Could be sincere: a kiss, touch, spoken words. Purpose is key and without it, there is no meaning. Inter(change)able are the words meaning purpose pmuera pose no, don’t pose. Collect yourself and sta...