Stories tagged “life”

  • This is a Story

    This is a story Where the enemies win, Where the angry ones, The selfish people, They reign. This is a story Where the kind lose, Where the selfless ones, The caring people, They are broken. This is the story of life. The way we have to live. Where rea...

  • Relief from pain.

    If it doesn’t make sense, leave a comment and I will explain it. Thanks for reading! Pain. Pain. It burst. Red rivulet’s cascaded down the long path to its destination. It caressed the area like a long lost son returning, and it was greeted in...

  • Coincidences

    You know, it’s quite strange when you think about it. Life. Think about where you are at this precise moment, and just consider how you got there. What events have transpired throughout the entire course of your life to get you to the stage you a...

  • The life behind Morana and Avery (Mature)

    Avery and Morana’s mother died many years before this story. They’re father is always at the bar and making girls pregnant. Morana took custody of her 9 years younger sister and moved far away from her dad. They are now in the lovely state ...

  • Morana (3) (Mature)

    Today was Monday. I woke up early to get in the shower before Morana did. I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. I undressed myself carefully, so I don’t scratch myself. As I did this, I looked at my breast in the mirror. Barely even ...

  • Morana Part 3 (continued) (Mature)

    English class passed by fast. It was like a minute….went by too fast for me. I walked to her locker and forced it open. “Stupid old lockers” I though. I put her old books away and walked towards the parking lot, feeling sad for some r...

  • Morana (4)

    I looked at the clock. 12:36 am it read. I grabbed my cloak and my shoes and stared outside. I walked through the thick forest, finding my stone creek. I touched the limestone carefully, not let the jagged edges cut my pale skin. The rock was smooth, e...

  • Temporarily Permanent

    two Endings sprung from one Beginning… Everything is so easily changed. every single step changes the whole World. so if even one thing deviates from the original plan of the Universe, does the Whole plan change? and how is there ever Any ...

  • A Consequence Of Light And Life

    Burnt out stars Shine from afar— When our bare Skeletons already are Pockmarked like Mars The Sun will be a speck Newly born in the outer parlors.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Life is Waiting for Me

    Walking these halls, I know my days here are numbered. With my books in one arm and my iPod in my free hand, I glance at that chaos around me. This place has become part of my home. It has become my security blanket. So many memories of the past three ...

  • Nothing Less Than My Sanity

    Again I have that sinking feeling, because no matter what I do, none of it is good enough, for them, or her, or you. Disappointment from all sides, including from within, they all repeat their message over and over again. Maybe there’s somethin...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Shattered Place

    You took away my voice, you took away my sound. I can’t sing, there’s no song in my heart, and it used to play so loud. Circles around nothing, walls around who I used to be, sheltered and locked away is the happy and unburdened me. I can&...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • My Disgrace

    I see your face, I search your face, contorted and twisted with my disgrace. Disloyal I may have been but tied to you I am not, and though you tried and tried again, my loving cannot be bought. And while I may have let you then, your touch still haun...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Accident

    I was okay until the screaming started. My nerves had already been shredded by the noise and the stench of fear, death, and antiseptic. It rose out of nowhere, a wail on a ghostly wind, and then it got louder and louder and louder until finally I was ...

  • I'm Wondering

    I’m wondering as I write this about the purpose of this poem. The people it is about will never read it. The people who need to will never hear it. I find myself more focused on the clean lines of this paper; on my writing being scratched into ex...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
  • Thoughts Of The Day

    Imagine if life Is like infinite instances Coming from nothing Inevitably becoming nothing At a constant rate It’s circular— life reinitiates Once spread dead Now a lively concentrate Then again All vision dilutes back To inanimate eyesR...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Divine Doorway

    I glimpse through the key hole Of heavens door, Waiting, Watching time’s architecture Creating My life’s touch and texture.

  • Note To Self

    Today— Make sure You take your Stature in nature And set something Solid in said cement. Trace and imprint love And tell her it never went.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Ho Hum

    Refusing breath I exhale a hum With all that is left In my numb Lungs of flesh— Soon to become The sum of death.

  • A Quantized Life

    Awake for an hour, asleep for a year. That was the summation of his entire existence, ever since he had agreed to this mad experiment as a way to avoid a boring life sentence without a chance at parole. Every year, on New Years Day, they would wake him...

    • Author: Kespan
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Unrequited love

    “She loves me, She loves me not.” I said to myself while pulling the petals off of a daisy under the oak tree in the park. I had been sitting under this oak tree for about 2 hours and my 6-year old sister, Rebeka, pulled the wings off of fi...

  • Transparent

    Sunken stones In the river Smooth still As water fills The role of life-giver.

  • You Can't Love A Monster

    “I just don’t know if I can love you the same Andrew. Your not the person I had fell in love with a year ago. I can sit here and lie to myself, but the fact is that this would never work.” – “Amy you can’t mean this,...

  • Ear What She Nose

    She nose But she doesn’t ear, I suppose, With one eye open clear The other frozen closed By the cold upon her tear.

  • Infinately Inanimate

    What if what we feel Isn’t really real? Thought by mind? Made by hand? Maybe all of time Is dropping sand That gravity holds, controls, That simple fulfillment of the inanimate demand. And… Then again the inanimate animates You whether you...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5