Stories tagged “misery”
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Way to Go, Barry
Two men grunted and groaned as they pushed a heavy metal cart filled with red stones up a hill. The landscape around them was jagged black stone, eroded by the wind. They soon reached the top of the hill. They leaned against the cart to catch their bre...
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Craving bruises by sadistic companions
She let out a sob as the crouched by the bed and pulled out her relief… the tears ran down her face and coated the purplish colored bruises under her eye. The glistened in teh light and showed the world the truth. She lifted up her shirt and ligh...
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The Piano Man
She used to visit the bar every saturday night as the usual crowd began to shuffle out. She’d only sit in the second booth down from the shoddy platform we liked to call a stage. It was the only one left from old days. Someone once asked her why ...
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Measure of Misery
Can you see my sorrow? How do you measure misery? Is it the dreams, once had Now forced into razor-sharp Shades, the shadows of my aspirations? Is it the memories, faithfully observed To the point of outright worship? Is this utter perversion of God Th...
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A Moment of Illumination
Jordan felt something tickling her arm. She tried to push it away so she could go back to sleep. Two things happened in that instant- first, there was a squeak of irritation and second, there was a flash of pain as she became fully awake and remembered...
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No One Would Believe Him
Daniel huddled in a kitchen corner of his house. Of their house. Really it was her house and one didn’t argue with her. The lights were on but dim. She didn’t like bright lights. They hurt her eyes. That wasn’t the reason that the bli...
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Not All Entrances Are Exits
Jordan watched, in the warm glow of the lighter, as rat tails disappeared down a hallway blanketed in darkness. She sighed and looked around at the small room she was in. Most of it was taken up by two large crates covered in cobwebs and dust. A pizza ...
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A Real Fun Place
I watched his face, delicate features awash with consternation and contemplation. Much as I’d have liked to explain my dark predicament to him, my voice remained locked away with my soul, sentenced to the edge of existence. My body laughed derisi...
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A Change of Heart
“I’m tired of this. Get her out of here.” He did not look around as the guards took hold of her and began to drag her away. The silk dress, a gift only two weeks ago, tore as she struggled. “Richard! My prince! Sweetdove!”...
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Making Enemies
I watched the blond get up from her table and carry her purse with her to the bathroom, while her date smiled nervously and nodded. It was easier to think of her as the blond. Even thinking her name would twist my emotions into knots. It was better thi...
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Misery.
There is but one constant in my life: Misery. Every day every hour every minute; It is all i feel. It is all I know. It all seems so unfair - why must I suffer so, When everyone around me seems so wretchedly happy? I never can seem to do anything righ...