Stories tagged “people”

  • Viva La Revolucion

    “Damn!” said Jared, slicing off the end of his big toe. Why was he even working in the jungle, clearing away over and undergrowth, was beyond him. How was this bringing the day of revolution closer? Machete. The word just breathed revolutio...

  • People are Strange

    Ed was driving Jim to work, as usual. Well, not driving at the moment, they were sitting in traffic— for the third time this week, and it was only Wednesday. “You know, Jim, if you were to set your alarm for fifteen minutes earlier, we migh...

  • They Don't Like Our Kind

    She wept on the park bench, but no emotion was connected with those tears anymore. She had stopped feeling the pain awhile ago, but her body insisted on unrelenting sobbing. Just when she thought she was done a fresh wave came on. “Laylani…...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • You are beautiful

    You are beautiful. Far more beautiful than you can imagine. You’re the prettiest person I know. And you are without trying at all. Some people spend hours making themselves look nice. But do they really actually look good? I am going to tell you ...

    • Author: George
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Psyche

    The fire spreads before them, a carpet of flames and heat; her eyes are wide and frightened, his, lazily half-closed in twisted humor. “You maniac!” He smiles.

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Self Pity

    Her mother worked in a hospital. Her father ran the hospital. “Nurse Kirk’s daughter,” or “Dr. Kirk’s daughter” was all they said. It was never her name. It was something she was sometimes glad for. She tried not to ...

  • Broken People

    Broken people. I see broken people everywhere and it makes me sad. In the street, at work, at play. They can make themselves obvious with thier dramatics, the passive aggression, thier unwavering irrational arguments. Some not in such plain sight, defe...

    • Author: Armakane
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Why I Hate The Bus

    I take this bus to work and back every day. Every day I sit in the seat at the back, tired and miserable. Sometimes I stare out the window at the grey skies and littered streets of my shitty town, but usually I just watch the people I’m forced to...

    • Author: Silven
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Another Revelation (part 1)

    As I step back from a bittersweet environment filled with the various vices and virtues of humanity, I now realize all that the forces of evil tried to steal from me. If I had given in and erased myself completely from the face of the earth, I can’...

  • Another Revelation (part 2)

    Hence, I have come to accept the fact that in the end, each and every mortal being will have long since proven and exploited his or her own wickedness, whether intentionally or not. But even so, there will only be a few who thoroughly fail themselves. ...

  • Another Year Older

    One year past and another ahead Standing in the middle of time The coming of a day brings with it a change felt within A moment where the thoughts of a year past feel as old as time, And yet very little has changed The future seems to bring a much brig...

  • Fun

    I love when i spend time with my friends…it’s so fun. I love Hara,Lil,Fei,Goga

    • Author: Lth{IX}
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • A Message to the Misguided People of the World

    None of you know What life is all about, Nor do you know True optimism— Being hopeful in the midst of despair, Steadfast in the face of adversity. Witnessing all sorts of evils, Acknowledging them fully, And still managing to find The goodness in hum...

  • West Coast Dreaming [Retro Ficlet]

    The wide expanse of the beach was golden in places, nearer white in others. The dunes were layered with browns and reds and topped with the yellows and greens of the tenacious plants that held on against the shifting nature of their footholds and the r...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Will You Talk to Me?

    I see her there, looking up at me. So small, so vulnerable. Her hoodie hides almost all of her, but I think I see signs of bruising on her cheeks. She wants to talk. She asks me if I will listen. “Yes,” I tell her. “Yes, I will listen...

  • Spreading

    Emotions. Mindsets. They spread just like pebbles being tossed in a pond. Ring after Ring. I found this out after my first encounter with Jose. Jose was one of my colleagues at my old college, Swathmore University. We both majored in nursing. I saw him...

  • Parallel

    He still had memories of what could be called his youth, when his people owned the night. He remembers their birth, emerging from the minds of humans, their fears and ignorance giving his people their power over what dwells in darkness. This time was o...

    • Author: Algorithm
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Artist

    Nine panels is all you have decided you need to tell your story, outlined in light blue ink and forms barely beginning. A little bit like you. How will you be defined? How will you take shape, become whole? Some have doubted you, but the choice you hav...

    • Author: Cowls
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Sweet Disposition

    I have every thought possible running through my mind. Every emotion is taking over my actions. I have lost sight of who I am in all of this-these past months have been a torment. Nobody recognizes me because there is no “me” to start with ...

  • They Can See

    “Why do I need to leave?” I asked to them. The sudden change in their behaivor came as a shock. I sounded calmer than I expected to sound. “You shouldn’t need to know why,” She continued the sharp tone in her voice sounded har...

  • Something to Feel

    All of a sudden the space around me melted away back into the alley through which I was lead. The cloud of dust settled to the ground revealing a crowd of people wrapped in woven fabrics other than the tweed I am used to. The colors were brilliant, and...

  • Mute

    Most things begin at the beginning. I cannot start there, for our beginning has no survivors. However, I can tell you what the world was like when I was younger. It was bright: bursting at the seams with color and sonorousness and sensations. Each brea...

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Wandering Eyes

    A stare is aloft, Soft like the air, In silence it walks Atop who talks To me— those who care, Who have my ear, But not my eyes— They wander to where I’d rather sit If I could only fit In over there.

  • Yesterday, Someone...

    Yesterday, Someone gave birth. Yesterday, Someone gripped the sound of feet on the ground. Yesterday, Someone neglected their worth. Yesterday, Someone lost in the night was porch light found. - Yesterday, Someone fed their soul with the break of dawn....

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5