Stories tagged “pride”

  • Existential Death Hole

    Jeron screwed up his eyes, trying to comprehend his friend’s glee, “You’re kidding right?” “I am…dead serious,” Kyle intoned dryly, before bursting into giggles cut short only by his voice cracking. “Real...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Hollow Resolution

    His palms itched. They always itched before the draw. Energy pulsed through him with every tick and tock of the clocktower. Never had he been so close to victory as he was now. Countless years spent trying to find the man who moved from place to place ...

    • Author: Silven
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • To Spite Her Face

    Her boobs were perfect, perky C-cups. Her ass was taut and round. Her hips made that coveted hourglass shape. Her feet were petite, and so were her hands. Her hair hung in honey coloured waves. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds. Her lips pouted perfectly...

  • Phone Call: The Netherworld

    …because I can’t tell you about the horrible atrocity that happened today. Because you can’t help me not to screw up again (oh, you didn’t even know about the screwup, because you passed away on the same weekend) or find a metho...

    • Author: Lancet
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Chained to a Doomed Future

    Struggling in vain, squandering all of his might, Sam watched with unwilling eyes as the crashing ocean waves loomed before him, approaching with each new tide, threatening to submerge him in minutes. Sam glanced around him, his heart pumping blood lou...

  • Missed Beer

    He strolled in with a twelve-pack of Heineken under his left arm. He isn’t a big drinker; this seems odd. He sets down the case in the kitchen and gives me a funny look. I can have a beer with my meal. My father stands at 5’5” with his boots on. ...

    • Author: moesef
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Emotionless

    Emily seems happy to see me, but I can’t express anything. No emotion seems to surface and I can’t feel worried about it. I can feel my face being emotionless, seeming like I don’t care, when deep down I do. “Hey James, ready?&#...

    • Author: Mr.Gabriel
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Bad Romance

    And then Charlotte threw her arms around me and slammed her lips onto mine. It came as such a shock to me that I lost my balance and landing on my back, with her landing on top of me, “Marloph,” I tried saying her name through my lips, but ...

  • Moment Held and Lost

    The lights shone bright, just for Jerald. The announcer went through the preamble, conditions and historical reference, as he had instructed. When the moment arrived, the crowd cheered, just for him. This was his moment. Clad in a simple but authentic ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • The Many Faces of Patriotism

    The gate to the internment camp slowly swung open and the armored truck drove in. The detectors barely moved when it passed them and decontam was postponed until the next detour through a RadSec. The driver hopped out, wearing the dark uniform of the U...

  • Meritocracy

    Merit medals pinned on your skin, as if they meant something. Children at your side like another set of things you can be proud of. Sometimes the children have ideas on their own, sometimes the pins are ripped out and leave a scar. What are you proving...

    • Author: Lancet
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • Proud Reflections

    “Shut up, I know what I’m doing.” These words haunted Kara as she stood on the back deck of Pig-Pen’s house. He had good-naturedly offered to meet with her there, and while it wasn’t really clean, it did have fresh air and...

  • Risin' Up

    In a broken warehouse, a make-shift ring stood, enclosed by hundreds of eager watchers. Two figures were paired in a shuffling dance in the middle of the crowd. Moments of patient judgment were interrupted by flurries of punches that struck hard flesh....

  • Ashes Remain: Chapter One;; Part 1

    I sat hunched over a keyboard, punching in keys with great speed. I took pride in my work, although it was only a boring office job. I was merely a number in a sea of cubicles, but at least I enjoyed what I did, being anonymous. I heard someone clear t...

  • Strength in Weakness (poem)

    Flying high, flying proud, Beaten, battered, worn, Scars and faded color, Making struggles known, In the rain, heavy, wet, Storm force gales are greater force, Threads of tears pull loose and trail, Strain, reach outward from its post, The winds ripple...

  • To Take Away

    He had seen the boys through the threshold. He watched them pluck and shake the tree. The leaves came down in a blizzard of green and red. The fruit mashed underfoot, picked up and lobbed at the hedge. They gleefully rent the flesh with their fingers. ...

  • 5443

    When I was six years old, my father got a computer for our home. It was KayPro, monochrome, amber against black. It had some operating system that predated DOS. All I remember is that each program was a letter, and it only went up to C. B was a Monopol...

    • Author: Robert Grey
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Somewhere Else

    Lunch proceeded as meals often did—snide comments about the ovine masses over dry, overly spiced food. The walk back to the car, the outrageously priced hybrid of course, was where things got interesting. “Honesly, Charles, I don’t kn...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • Object/The Fall (Mature)

    My chest heaved, burning with new-found sensation. me. Crumpled doll in the corner of the dank, empty room. I heard a strangled whimper in the dark choke out “how…(then, even quieter)why?” My head. When did hair become so painful? Ago...

    • Author: InZanadee
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Dangerous Boundaries: Winter Decisions

    Lukas regretted that it was too cold for bathing. He felt like he had accumulated dirt from the whole of the Empire and the urge to scrub it gone with hardy, scented soap was strong. While he knew that he looked as clean and crisp as he could manage, h...

  • Morning Synchrony

    The product of our labors lay before us: the White House replicated in coarse sand, every exacting detail present thanks to Josh’s critical eye. Theresa and I looked away, not wanting to jinx the next part. I held my breath as Phil prepared the f...

  • faux pas

    may I have the honor of this one last dance because I can’t seem to distinguish between a foxtrot and reality I’m a leading man may I have the honor of this one last dance before it all goes out with a bang

    • Author: airborne
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
  • To be a Musician you need— (part I)

    To be a Musician you need Pride a desire to show off because you are good, and you know it because the music – your music – is good, and you want the world to know it. So let the spotlight be yours. Greed to always long for more— more pieces, mor...

    • Posted over 5 years ago.
  • Keeping the Roses Red

    “Painting the roses red, we’re painting the roses red.” Keith sang, columed breath streaming away from him as if eager to be free. His voice echoed hauntingly as it ricocheted off the marble and glass of the empty hall. The Empress di...

  • Quick! Before anyone notices the extra...

    Richard, fire in his belly, stood tall and beheld what he had done. With a simple command, he had instantly duplicated an entire galaxy. “Computer. Is there no one in the universe to hold me to account? Is there anything that can restrain me?R...

    • Author: Antivard
    • Posted over 4 years ago.