Stories tagged “metaphor”

  • The End

    My friend Harold came round the shop the other day. He looked awful. I hadn’t seen him in weeks, which is odd. The man’s absolutely addicted to Cadbury’s. “Harold,” I said, “Where’ve you been?” “Wen...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Poor Little Fool

    he’s got a scar on his forehead where his halo fell down and the moon shines down on this hollow town but I can’t see a thing eyes like a confessional, words that sting like bees I’ve told you things I never even dared to speak the on...

  • Maybe a Metaphor

    There’s a stain on the bed From a nosebleed I received From a boy with a toy gun Who just happened to be The son of my father. Why is it that fathers Buy their sons toy guns And their daughters affection… In big yellow boxes Like the color of the...

    • Author: Lady Bug
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
  • Ashes

    I watch as the wind carries the ashes of what once was and can never be again. The terror, the cynicism, the pain have all burned away. In it’s place is a seed, small and scared, unsure of what it is to become, hoping the rain and sun can find it...

    • Author: Ath
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Gus

    I slumped over my kitchen table; raising my head, my eyes first fell on the fishbowl in the middle of the table housing the average-looking goldfish I bought on a whim a few months back. My cousins insisted on calling it Gus, so naturally I also called...

  • The Oyster

    A little oyster laid, alone on the beach. His hard shells, covered with uneven bumps and and unslightly grooves, made children never want to take him home. In a way this made sense, because on the outside this oyster acted as cold and cruel as his oute...

  • Anne

    She was tired. So tired. Her arms felt like hanging wet rags. Her stomach swished around like a fishbowl half-filled with water. Or acid. She was nerve-wrecked. The last time she opened a dictionary, her face was the epitome of exhaustion. Right there,...

  • Sailor, Oh, Sailor!

    After three summers, across the solid white quay, the red-haired sailor trudged through the ankle-deep shore back to me. Since his departure, a coastal war broke out. I was a boy when he left, but blood was now on my conscience. Over his shoulder, a ru...

    • Author: E. Williams
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • To Caleb's Future Girlfriends

    The thing about Caleb is that you always feel like you’re losing him. He’ll distance himself. From time to time, he won’t meet your eyes. In most guys, this would be like a metaphorical neon sign flashing over his head, saying Get out...

  • Night Writer

    Illuminated keyboard Hunched by the light Memories moth toward Me on this listless summer night

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Why Teachers Need Summer Vacation

    She shuffled through the papers, picking up each one and weighing its potential. Like a field sparrow testing a crust of bread to determine whether or not it was worth trying to carry it off, she carefully placed each one back into the “in”...

  • The Island

    There’s an island, a pretty sizable one, big enough to support a growing and thriving population. This community that’s established itself on this firmly-set island is one of sharing, one of support. In all of the denizens’ endeavors,...

  • Oasis of Bliss

    Life, for me, was like running as fast and as far as I could. Once I couldn’t run any longer I turned around and walked home. And when I laid in bed I was dead— Then ascended From where my life had ended To a place I never comprehended Could exis...

  • Apple Heart

    A red delicious Reflects off the glossy Brown finish of the coffee table. Fangs drip warm blood on the floor. Thud Thud thud Inaudible droplets Splash as heavy as heartbeats To the vampire’s sensitive hearing. The apple catches his eye, He feed...

  • Human Nature

    Like a hawk that tears red, Wet strips of meat from bones We tear away the fabric of importance From everything else but ourselves.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 2 out of 5
  • Misguided Soul

    Watch Sam go Go go into the distance While I, his faithful bike Remains tossed aside His trusty Strong But perhaps A little rusty Bike I am A title I was once proud of Now not so sure of Watch Sam go Go go with his new car Plenty stronger Plenty faster...

  • To Actually Care (Previously 'Smacked Meek') (Mature)

    I bet I’ll wet my beak In the inlet Of what trend setter’s seek, Shedding floating feather’s as I speak, Lending, doling, spending cheddar For the doting chatter boxes Flying off of crocs Snapping at me by the rocks The waves are lapp...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • I Am

    I am the demon on your shoulder and the horror in your eye, The carcass in your desert and the dragon in your sky, The darkness in your bedroom and the convict doomed to die. I am the letter in your desk and the regret within your past, the sickness...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • World Serpent

    I Sleep. Waiting. Under the ocean. Old and scarred and bitter, coiled in the deep and sunless dark. axe-age, sword-age, shields are cleft asunder, wind-age, wolf-age, before the world plunges headlong; no man will spare another Until the day the sky tu...

    • Author: JayDee
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Abstract Captain Byssus Heptad

    Oooo, out of the ether plunged the metaphysical buccaneer on a shell tide of metaphors. Many of them failed him, mixing themselves on the surge of chuckling similes, and sent his spectacular tentacular one being bathysphere washing upon the quaquaversa...

    • Author: zxvasdf
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
  • Fertile Ground for a Revolution

    The seeds of discontent were scattered amongst partial manuscripts, crumpled into thick balls, files from the recycle bin, waiting to be trashed, scribbled notes around the house, destined to be tossed out. Letters and words trembled as they leaped up ...

  • Passed Down Through Generations

    “Why do we hate the pigs?” Noble chirped innocently. Smiling to himself, Father of Many Eggs knew that Noble would soon be eager to war against their vile cloven-hoofed enemies. He coughed once to clear his throat and began to sing the Lege...

  • Sunken Stones

    The transparent surface Reflects flesh eclipsing My skeleton’s silence Like bones of Sunken stones In the river Smoothed still As water fills The role of life-giver.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Of Pasta and Puppies (Mature)

    I was talking on the phone, when I entered my apartment. The lights were off but something wasn’t right. Something stunk. The stench was between porta-potty and baby that ate curry. “Hang on, Rhodey” I said into the phone. I flipped o...

  • A Return to Innocence

    Sid stopped and his voice became solemn. “I will wait for you. These last steps are your own.” “I thought you were my guide?” I asked in puzzlement. “I am that I am.” he replied. I felt a muted suspicion rise within ...