Stories tagged “remorse”

  • The Legend of Johnny Irish #2 (Mature)

    “Hit me as hard as you can” He hit me as hard as he could. Or tried. See, just because I’m drunk and depressed and a little desensitized to getting punched in the face doesn’t mean I can’t mess with Donnie a little. So I s...

    • Author: AM FM
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Legend of Johnny Irish #3 (Mature)

    “Irish is beyond me. I train him for 7 straight years, pour my heart and fucking soul into the kid, finally get him into a title fight; and I get this”. He points out of the office window to Irish lighting another cigarette up in his corner...

    • Author: AM FM
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • The Legend of Johnny Irish #4 (Mature)

    “Don’t call me Irish,” he says as he springs to life like someone put a quarter in him. He kills the rest of his cigarette before jogging around the ring. “Call me Johnny”. Johnny starts doing arm circles. “No, don&#...

    • Author: AM FM
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • The Legend of Johnny Irish (Mature)

    “Irish!” “What?” I choked a little as the smell of beer and cigarette smoke escaped from my mouth. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” “Oh, hey Michael. I’m drinking and smoking, among other things.” Michael’s a little slow...

    • Author: AM FM
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • The Legend of Johnny Irish #5

    “What do you fight for?” Asks John between licks of his ice cream cone. He looks just as goofy as ever: still shirtless and in his training shorts, but wearing a leather jacket now. We are walking back to the gym. “Myself”, I an...

    • Author: AM FM
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • Grey

    The city was grey. Color cast aside by the changing of the season. Shadows lined the darkening boardwalks, quickly growing to devour the waning light. Rain coursed down the back of my neck. Wind buffeted sharply against my face. I made my way slowly to...

  • Goodnight Star

    I’d write it out as a song But I tend to fail at chords and keys I’d try it in a poem then Nothing trite, like “birds and bees” But then you’d probably never read it. Goodnight Star I’ll miss your light I’m goi...

  • Letting Go

    “Even though I know what she is, I am powerless around her.” Matt flexed his calloused hands into fists, face mirroring the storm outside. He spoke quickly. “No man can stand against her. She is a succubus that turns men into marionet...

  • Melody for fists. (Mature)

    I said “Oh God, I’m sorry.” For the 16th time. It seemed like that was all I said these days, lost in my own world of black clouds and lightning rages. I squeezed my fingers tight, feeling the pain and stiffness there. If my knuckles ...

    • Author: Akheloios
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Outside the Club

    The rest of the day was a hedonistic blur that put my college benders to shame. Whole lifetimes’ worth of sin transpired in that confined space and time. To jeers and echoing laughter, derision for the weak-kneed neophyte, I staggered towards the...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Truth About Drunk Driving

    He never heard my anguished cry of warning. I realized too late the terrible danger he was in and shouted out as loud as I could, but to no avail. It came at the end of the worst day of my life. I admit it. I’d been drinking – I’d bee...

  • Getting a Grip

    I was never much for romance. Love, that heady, all-encompassing sort of thing had mostly eluded me. After Katherine’s death I felt no remorse; she had made her choice. At the funeral I showed an appropriately affected visage; we’d been off...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
  • The Note (Mature)

    William stared at the empty page, hating it intensely. He didn’t understand why the words wouldn’t come. His fingers gripped the pen too tightly, impotent against the lack of instructions from up stairs. What to say… A breeze fought t...

    • Author: Browncoatben
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • In the wrong

    I am in the wrong I’m drowned in sin The biggest enemy is the one within The heart is deceitful Vomiting excuses My soul is aching and full of bruises The only option maybe to flee Because while in tangled possession Secrets feed this Shakespeare li...

  • (Day 10) Not Yet.

    The shadows all blended together and it seemed there was no end of light to give them strength. Swimming in the depths of his bed, Jason did his best to keep the shade and it’s brighter siblings from getting into his eyes. He had been here for tw...