Stories tagged “personal”

  • Life and living it

    If I ever loose the ability to find the absurd and the silver lining, as well as smile at either, please shoot me.

    • Author: Cary
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Sergei

    Let me tell you about Sergei. He’s 6’1", lean and muscular; his color is a beautiful reddish-brown and he is well-proportioned. We’ve been together for almost a year, and I’ve never regretted a day of it. We have our proble...

    • Author: j. smthng
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • Recluse in Retreat

    I’m afraid to write, scared that my past would spill into lead that this pencil carries. Frightened that these words would only spell out every day that I’ve lived wrong. Why won’t Momma come back, my heartbeat had once resounded in ...

  • A Kind of Fascination

    I find my mind inadvertently drifting towards you. It’s not heading towards any specific thought, just your “idea” of sorts, your essence. I’m not really sure there’s an attached emotion, either. Perhaps a touch of happine...

  • Musings from the Blogosphere

    Samples of selected blogs, November 1, 2009: . . .all i kno is i ws sittin n front of the tv with my bf and we were watchin a will ferrel movie n all of a suddn the tv changed and it was sum news guy talkin bout a bomb goin off in the capitol n i jus s...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • Personal Assistance

    “Cindy, bring me a chinchilla.” Cindy sighed as the intercom next to her bed snapped to life. As the personal assistant to Rupardt Heldt, she was used to random requests. “It’s 3AM, sir. We’re in Toronto. We can’t get a chinchilla right...

  • Prison

    My nose burned. The smell was horrid. I opened my eyes to a sight I was all to familiar with. A stone floor, scattered with filth, greeted me. Rats scampered across the area right beside my head. I took a breath and coughed, the air was terribly pollut...

  • Love sees all

    Stop ignoring me. I said I loved you. Why do you pretend you don’t hear? That collection of quirks and contradictions that make up you? They are touching. Endearing. Yet you try to erase them, as if they don’t exist. You step on a rock with...

  • Just Once

    She’s awful young they say But time and again I prove myself to be mature, hard working I traveled overseas quite a few trips I came back with not a scratch only romantic dreams I went to school picked a career didn’t work out bounced back...

  • Personally

    Don’t take it personally, They said to me. But, Of course I take it personally. - Tony Hoagland The way the wind makes my hair fall into my face so I can’t see; how my family always takes my moose tracks ice cream, and leaves me with none; how the...

  • The Woes of a Comedy Enthusiast

    I can’t write comedy. It’s quite tragic, but upon expressing my lamentations to an English teacher I was simply told, “Well a lot of people can’t write comedy while young. You need to empty yourself of all the serious topics you...

  • Introduction 1

    I like to write in the morning while listening to songs by Leonard Cohen. My working room is small but very comfortable. I would sit in my favorite armchair looking out of the tiny window and thinking about how my story is going to evolve. Sometimes I ...

    • Author: Joshi G.
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Ask Yourself Who's Talking

    No, I’m not your greatest fear, but I am in all the places you least want me to be. Yep. I’m there. And there. And those places. Yes, you. Don’t give me that look. You know exactly what I’m talking about.

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Stop following me!

    You disgust me, yet I want to love you. I see your pain, and yet I know you are the cause of it all. Please don’t give me that look. Just stop! Why? Why do you do this to me? Just when I think it is OK, I see your face. You stare at me like I did...

    • Author: Kat Peters
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A lost hope

    “Will I ever be good enough for you?” it’s unbelievable the amount of times I have uttered these words to you. Through all different types of emotions; sadness, anger, frustration…Yet it still doesn’t change your opinion of me. I can unde...

  • Dirty Whore, Dirty Woman (Mature)

    YOU SOLICITED HIM FOR SEX, YOU DIRTY WHORE. That’s not OK. That’s not even close to OK. You do realize that you’re now in danger of being “that girl” in the newsroom? You remember the chicks like that? You remember that time at your last publ...

    • Author: paperdemons
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Words.

    I need you weak. I need you vulnerable. If I could make you fall in love with only my words I’d write forever. Let each word drip from your lips. If my words have no effect and do not bring even a small flutter to your stomach, I’ll keep you only i...

    • Author: meep
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • "And destroying was the only way I could see."

    I was at home here Whispers hold no more promise than the rain Quietly in a room, dark, holding my disdain I held a basket filled to the brim with trust I gave it all to you wrapped in my own skin because I wanted you to have me I felt ugly all the tim...

    • Author: meep
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Hospice.

    Every convulsion shakes my core and now the only thing I can hear is your voice telling me we’re bound to a hospice. You wanted to show me that my self-pity and misery was an illusion, you wanted to show me real sickness but all I can see now is your...

    • Author: meep
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • An Untitled Poem

    Drowning in your eyes Warm puddles of green. The water looked so inviting but now I’m drowning in you. To silence my choking cries Merely close your emerald eyes. Darkness and silence, I think I’d rather be buried. If you keep me captive in...

    • Author: meep
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • A Broken Girl.

    I am a girl who is lost within a realm fabricated by the lost thoughts floating through her mind. Each idea passing by slowly, activating the parts of my brain that I cannot even begin to understand. Each feeling as forbidden as the fruit of Eden, but ...

  • The Corpse of a Girl.

    Anger rippling through me like a fucking tidal wave. I feel it’s sharp talons digging into my chest. I can’t see or breathe anything except the abundance of fierce emotion that has blinded any rational thought from entering my poisonous min...

  • I Have Something to Say

    I have something to say. How can I say it? Something has a hold of my words and I really just can’t shake it. Something thick and putrid that tastes like fear lodges its way down my throat and towards my stomach. Or perhaps towards my heart. Plea...

    • Author: meep
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Questions Not Asked (Mature)

    “What’s up?” you ask. Not “How are you?”  Because that’s not what you want to know.  “What’s up?”  I got an A on my research project, work was insanely busy, my parents are being even more annoyi...