Stories tagged “sorrow”

  • A Biography of Loss

    My name is Loss place of birth, Pandora’s box. I am the sibling of Sorrow. I waited in silent darkness For so many years Biding my time while my siblings squabbled I am the quieter of the bad things. I deal in isolation Solitude and I have grown to b...

  • Victor, your emotions are tagged as follows - (Mature)

    So you claim that you’re smarter than me, actually, smarter than all of us. Rationally without fault, a blameless intellectual and talented composer, complete with typical smug smile. Stupid mistake for a genius to make. You should never piss off...

  • The Final Decision

    He looks at the metal monster sitting on the table in front of him. He doesn’t want to touch it or even go near it lest he do something stupid. Taking a deep, trembling breath, he continues to stare at it. It sneers at him, daring him to do it. T...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Ending

    It is all I can hear in my head; “When you gonna make up your mind? When you gonna love you as much as I do?” Last night that song sliced into me. It made me remember the final time that I had seen her, and at last I think I understand. We ...

    • Author: Maleghast
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
  • Continued...

    I realize now the fear coming from my face, the worry of my parent’s faces, and the sadness from the doctor’s face. I can tell the conversation is coming to the end, I can read his lips and the sentence is almost complete. The only words I actually...

  • A Love To Die For

    He tried to hold my gaze, but my hazel eyes dropped to the linoleum floor as he let out a loud sigh. He desperately threw his arms around my petite shoulders, but to no avail. “I wish you could tell me what’s wrong,” he whispered in m...

  • Broken Chip: the salsa is out of stock

    I skimmed through the coupon section of the newspaper and noticed a discount on chips if you buy a certain brand of salsa with them. It makes sense. Matches come in pairs. Side by side. There can’t be a one-sided pair, it wouldn’t make sens...

    • Author: moesef
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Hurting

    It hurts on the inside, seeing them together like that. I’ve never hurt so much before. I didn’t feel like this when I fell and scratched my knees on the concrete outside our little house on Maplewood. My feelings weren’t anywhere clo...

  • Brother's lament

    My brother and I have an interesting relationship. We are tight as siblings, but ever since we sort of became our own persons, our interests separated dramatically. It’s to be expected I suppose, but I always wished I could’ve had a closer ...

  • Easy Goodbyes

    Goodbye for good Sooner or later we all part I always run out Nothing can ever stay the same Whatever we had is done Blessed be the days for holding Time, joy, love, and good fun If I thought it mattered I’d shed the tears of parting Make a show ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Hateful are the Wicked (Mature)

    Riders thundered down the hill, following the road that curved past the inn where Renna, the innkeeper’s daughter worked. Under the gaze of the moon, she saw that they wore the livery of the crown and though the moonlight was bright, darkness see...

  • You'd love it, you know you would...

    Dear Rhonda, You’ll probably screw this up before you even read it, but I miss you, and I’ve no-one else to write to. For 27 years we came here, Harold’s B&B in Atlantic City, for July 4 weekend. From our first year of marriage &...

  • Penny

    You had to walk with hushed steps. Be gentle, kind, and careful in her presence. And if you could muster up enough consideration to match one small slice of her thoughtful heart, she would curl into a ball of warm happiness on your lap. You couldn’t ...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Take My Happiness And Let Me Borrow Your Sorrow

    Take my happiness And let me borrow your sorrow Oh yes, it must come with sappiness, Sorry, but I’ll give your sadness back tomorrow, I guess, though you seem stressed So if it steals what’s in your chest And settles in there for an indefin...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • It's Gone

    I gaze into my mirror, yet what I see I cannot believe, is that really me? I do not see the greatly shining light That, once in another time, gleamed bright. In my young eyes there was once a fire It burned brightest when my need to inspire Great effor...

    • Author: Duraiken
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • New

    I see how much I’ve grown I look at things differently A new image looks back at me Every time I catch a glimpse Finally I am happy I know who I am I can go out on my own I will do what I need to do No longer am I dependant No longer do I need yo...

  • What Remains.

    “I don’t think I can do this.” She began to look back and doubt. “Charlotte, why do you say such things? If you love me we shall run as far away as we can from here. You know as well as I that they will never let us join in matr...

    • Author: Infinity.
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • LIFE OF SORROW-old poem

    A life of tears A life of sorrow, You never know What will come tomorrow, You drag your feet Face down low, Will things get better? You never know, A man shallow With no respect, Ruined your life As soon as you met, Swallow your tears Though you fe...

  • Regretting

    “How could you?” He asks, his voice shaking in pain. I close my eyes, letting the tears drizzle down my eyes, “I did it because I love you.” My voice is barely a whisper. “You lied to me, you forgot me. That’s what y...

  • A Simple Haiku

    The gray cloudy sky, swollen with crystal tear drops, rids of its sorrows.

  • Unsatisfied

    My mornings are conducted in silence more often than not (with you still tangled up in your bedsheets when I rise to greet the dawn). Little wisps of your hair stand up straight, askew more than neat and swooped into your usual style. Your chest rises,...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • An Uncompromising Solution (Day 30)

    With a heavy heart, I gently closed the faded yellow cover of the book. It was hard to breathe, hard to think. I felt sad— no, I felt more than sad, I felt sorrowful as if my heart had turned to stone. Impossible! Unfeeling stone never hurt this ...

  • Lackluster

    Sometimes, a stranger comes out from behind a closed door, blanket in hand, toothy grin etched into his worn out face, and he takes a lunge toward me. We thrash about on my mother’s hardwood floor (I worry we’ll scuff it up). He manages to ...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Made her cry

    Glued to it, I fall with the inspiration Into the stream. Streaming from that face, I follow the flow. I am those tears. Provoke me to sing, Provoke me to hear— But whatever you do, Don’t hold me under, To drown in myself, In the sorrow I created. ...