Stories tagged “relief”
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It Kills Me
It’s there and there is no denying it. I’m told that the key is not to think about it, but how can you not when it is quickly becoming your reason for insanity. You start to question its existence; why is it here? By now you believe that yo...
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After The Mist
Days after its onset, the fog finally began to lift, revealing all the horrors it had brought. Giant insects, half reptile or something more ancient, littered the parking lot. Direct sunlight didn’t seem to bother them, but they were hesitant to ...
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The staircase was on fire
The staircase was on fire. At the top, he turned around to look down at me in slow motion- maybe it was because of the wavering air created by the heat, or maybe it’s my memory. “I left the stove on,” he said, “I messed up one of the thousand d...
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Hidden Tears
I cried that night, in long, bawling sobs; tears streaming down my face and soaking deep into my pillow. I cried myself to sleep, til each gasping breath scratched deep in my throat, and no more of the pain could flow from my eyes. In the morning, I wo...
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Relief from pain.
If it doesn’t make sense, leave a comment and I will explain it. Thanks for reading! Pain. Pain. It burst. Red rivulet’s cascaded down the long path to its destination. It caressed the area like a long lost son returning, and it was greeted in...
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We all heard his anger
“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” he shouted as I rounded the corner. It wasn’t clear who he was threatening, the line of men and women both cops and alleged criminals was long. He was about half way down the hall, cuffed with both ...
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Rain
Rain beads drip Off a hanging leaf I cup a soft grip And gently sip relief
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The Man of a Thousand Faces
Underneath his naked feet, rocks angrily jabbed at the mans smooth, raw flesh causing a deep internal ach in each step he took along the beach. Halfway there, he desperately sought the weightlessness of the water. Though his arms were carved of muscle,...
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The Man of Few Faces
He was only strong enough to scatter few rocks as the bag settled. Cursing, he kicked them, clenched his fist and jaw, and stomped off to release the fifth bag. He did so with a rapid draw back of his hand. He looked at it on the ground with a wrinkle ...
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Negative Concept Swept
Let a negative concept get swept Away like waves off the shore Leave its poison wept on the floor Watch how hate has crept out the door In search of where we’ve stepped— Relentlessly hunting mankind for more
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Tortabo Valley
Timothy staggered down the hall, praying that the watchmen were not at their usual station or checking her part of the building on rounds. The Tortabo Valley Care Facility for Cancer Patients had turned out to be anything but, and she wanted to have no...
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Dr. Krauss
Dr. Krauss had promised me an end to the insomnia. The nightmares where my father would come to touch me while I sleep. The endless nights where I’d wake, drenched in cold sweat, my sheets wrapped round me, the tentacles of horrific memory. She p...