Stories tagged “sad”

  • From Sea to Shining Sea Part 2

    Johnny stared at the woman. She stared back. He could see the bone in her face- every single one of them. He was glued to the floor. He could not move a muscle in his body. She seemed to be able to read his thoughts. Her icy, cold, pale blue eyes got l...

  • Ode to dad

    It’s been 40 years but yet sometimes it seems like only yesterday. I was only a boy when I last saw you and I find myself still thinking often of you. You left so suddenly no-one expected it but in hind sight it wasn’t a total surprise. You...

  • Unspoken words

    As snowflakes frozen in the air, hanging from our frosty inertia.

    • Author: helig
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Now that your gone

    Now that your gone, I feel so lonely. Im missing your smile, Missing your voice, Hoping for the day when i will see you again. It seemed like i knew you my whole life, When it simply was a month. A month, Such a short period of time. How long dose it...

  • Forbidden-Free Style

    Forbidden love A cliché term But one often too true That is the love you love the hardest The sweetest sin In the end it is self-destructive Because when the battle is over The fighter’s passion fades And the battle field is left barren A scared ido...

  • Emptiness

    We sit stone-still, looking straight at each other. The nightshade glows against her glasses and I cannot read her eyes – all I see is myself. My stiff, cold toes curl, trying to root into the carpet but they can’t hide. The dim walls in ...

    • Author: helig
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
  • Alone Now

    Tears dripped down my cheeks as I watced her. “Mom-” I choked out, my voice thick with tears. “Shhh….” She said, her voice faint. I gulped and looked down at her, her face was now creased with wrinkles, she looked so old, ...

  • Misery for Three (Day 15) (Mature)

    “Stop being so stubborn!” My mother’s hand hit the dining room table with a crack. “Me? I’m being stubborn? Okay.” My father rolled his eyes and gave an empty chuckle. “That’s rich.” “Stop lau...

  • (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...

  • Brand New Pages

    It’s one of those nights where I feel like a character in a book you haven’t opened yet, where I have so much to look forward to in the up and coming month, but until then, I’m left with nothing.

  • (Day 37) Just the Right Angle

    There might be a way to fix this. Too many people say we’ve gone too far and ignored too many limits to turn around and set us all on the right path. But as I sit here in the dark, huddled next to the fire and rubbing my gloved hands together for...

  • (Day 39) Misguided Prayer

    When will the pain end? It’s a question he hears much too often with no way to qualify the answer. The problem with hearing prayers is not the futility of trying answer all of them; the issue lies in the not knowing what the prayer pertains to. H...

  • (Day 41) Cheer

    “Show me your wares, peddler.” The weary-eyed man stopped on the street, his hands still in his pockets. He had been looking down the entire time he had been crossing, so I was sure he hadn’t seen me approach him. We stood on the cros...

  • § why is a raven like a writing desk?

    This is the last photo I have from when we were still (I daren’t say it) - You and me, cosy in the frame, the lights dim and picture blurry like a memory. Eyes not on the camera but intent on the game, our cards held close, careful not to be scre...

    • Author: pyrrhicv
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
  • Goodbye

    it’s too late to say goodbye All the things I never knew Never bothered to know Maybe I was little But you are never too little To learn Or To care The flood of information It didn’t come till after When it was too late I never said goodbye...

  • Sheath.

    I loathe being around you I dare not look in your eyes The words I speak are daggers They cut through all your lies. Your words are sheathed in kindness But your eyes, they do protest Your heart, it cows no bitterness But mine knows loneliness. I hate ...

  • The Revolution

    My mother, she had insisted for me to read. She wanted my brother to learn as well, but my need to read was dire in her eyes, for she had not learned to read until her mid-20s, which caused difficulties in her life. And so, she had found us an undergr...

  • The Feeling.

    She can’t describe the feeling. There are no words. no synonyms or acronyms to explain it. It’s just…hurt. Hurt to the core of her being. Sometimes it hurts so bad she can’t breathe; she can’t focus or think about anything...

  • Thoughts On An Anxious Lover

    Last summer I thought I kissed the doubts right from your chapped lips. I could have sworn I did, but tonight you rolled over in bed to face the wall, curling up into yourself like a child. You told (the wall), that there’s this tangled mess insi...

  • Picture Perfect.

    Her life is a picture. Lots of reds and purples, signifying passion and royalty. Regality was nothing new to her. But she was missing the subtle colors, the natural colors. The beiges, tans, and crèmes. The filler colors. She hated the filler colors...

  • UNloved

    unloved and alone sometimes even my own shadow abandons me I don’t blame it for leaving I don’t blame anyone for walking away from me I would leave me too

  • Remember

    I remember your hands, your stupid red tie and coconut biscuits. I remember your hair, the small of leather and tobacco smoke. I remember your gifts, the smile I gave and your secret wink. I remember, I remember and I remember. I remember you wro...

  • Sweet baby roses

    Sweet baby roses taken from bloom took root from the soil but blossomed too soon The bees came a’buzzing way before due and drained all of the precious life out of you The spring was cut short too damaged to grow your remains were frozen and lost in ...

    • Author: Lunalamp
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Departure

    Stoically, silently, stupidly - 
little time to start a revolution -
 my heart grinds, as if mechanically. Gears turn – a glorious initiation. Eyelids flutter like a broken floodgate. Torrents of tears burst – asphyxiation. Smothered by...

    • Author: brevity
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Ms. Nobody

    I’ll tell you all my drawbacks; My strengths I do not know. The path I walk leaves no tracks. The largest of footprints will not show. I am Ms. Nobody with two dear, old friends. On morning walks No One greets me as I pass by. The dearest of my f...